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Gage (Edited)
Been trying to go through my old stories and slowly re-upload them after I give them a review. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Tags/Warnings: Fag bashing, face farting, willing victim turned to unwilling, asphyxiation by farts, fart torture
Gage is a grade A prick. You pretty much learned that the moment he moved into the house. Your other roommate literally moved out because he couldn’t stand him. The only reason you’ve stayed is because the rent is cheap and the landlord isn’t complete trash. The other reason is that you have a sort of hate crush on Gage.
You understand he’s a prick and he seems like a bit of a fag basher, but dude has a rockin bod. And he has no sense of other people’s personal boundaries. One time when you had friends over, he walked out of his room completely naked to get a beer out of the fridge. Which you didn’t mind too much because you got front row seats to watch his ass jiggle. Your lesbian friends were mortified of course. Especially when he started to shake his hips to make his dick flop around. After that, you’ve all decided to do movie night at their house now to avoid any more incidents.
The other thing about Gage is that he’s a literal gas bomb. The dude is constantly gassy and it may make your dick strain against your shorts when you’re both watching TV and he lifts a leg to let out a massive fart. And look, if you’re secretly there taking quiet inhales of his stinky gas then no one needs to know.
It all comes to a head today though. You keep a journal, and you may or may not have written all your dirty fantasies about Gage in them. Looking back at it, probably not the best idea, but too late to change that now.
You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs when Gage comes into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You mumble to him, not fully expecting an answer. He opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of OJ as he plays on his phone. He laughs at something before walking towards the kitchen table.
“Hey fart slut, what’s for breakfast?” You freeze. Did he really just say that? He snaps his fingers a couple of times. “Yo, fag, I’m talking to you.” You slowly turn to look at him.
“Uhm, Scr-scrambled eggs?” You don’t know why it came out as a question.
“Cool, I want cheese on mine.” He doesn’t even look at you as he plays on his phone.
“Oh, uhhh, I didn’t make enough for the both of us.” You look at the pan and push it around.
“It’s fine, just give me yours.”
“What?” He locks eyes with you.
“Let me put it another way. Give me your breakfast and I don’t post your dirty fart fantasies online.” You try to stay calm but you’re freaking out. You turn back around fully and focus on finishing the eggs, throwing cheddar cheese on top right before you finish. Your hands are shaking as you plate the food and bring it over to Gage.
“Anything else?” You say nervously placing the food and a fork down in front of him.
“Tabasco.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, you just do as he says. “Sit.” He says as you go to make yourself more scrambled eggs. “I gotta say, you’re pretty nasty. I mean, to like that shit, you gotta have some serious problems.”
“Fuck off.”
“I mean, to want to get on your knees to sniff someone’s dirty ass. That’s some dog level shit.” You watch as he stuffs his mouth with eggs. “Tell me, how are you any better than a dog?”
“You’re an ass.” Your chair groans against the floor as you get up.
“Sit back down.” Gage says firmly.
“No, fuck you. I don’t have to take this.”
PFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFF
You freeze as Gage rips a five second fart. The smell hits you from where you’re standing. You can hear Gage laughing from behind you and you can’t help the shame that wafts over you. “You’re pathetic. You get one whiff of my ass funk and you can’t walk away.” You take a deep breath and calmly begin to walk to your room. “I have more where that came from, you know?” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to ignore him.
PFFFFFF
A high pitched fart hisses from his ass. “See? And they can be up your nose if you ask me nicely.” You’re not even looking at him and you can just see his cocky grin.
“What do you want?” You ask, knowing you’ve already lost.
“Heh, knew it.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up. “You just need to beg.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Beg your daddy to fart up your nose.” He whispers in your ear.
“You’re an ass.”
“I know.” He turns you around and pushes you down onto your knees. “Beg doggy.” You lock eyes again, completely humiliated on the ground.
“Please, Gage, fart up my nose.” You say without enthusiasm.
PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT
“Fuck, that was a big one you just missed out on. Beg.” You sigh.
“Please daddy, please make me your fart slut.” He laughs.
“Better.” He turns around giving you the view of his brief clad ass. “Get your face in it.” You do as he says, getting a whiff of the lingering scent of the last fart. “Just remember you wanted this.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF
Airy farts warm your face as your nose gets overwhelmed by the absolutely toxic smell. It’s not like anything you thought it’d be like. “Wait.” You manage to cough out. “Wait stop.” You go to pull away but he holds you firmly in place.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He hikes his leg up slightly.
PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFTTTTTT
“Oof, that one’s gonna be bad.” He wasn’t wrong. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're forced to endure that blast of a ten second fart. It’s absolutely eggy, and your eyes are watering. “Definitely wouldn’t want to be down there. But you’re liking this right fag?” You frantically shake your head no, wanting to pull away. “Aww, I knew you’d love my ass. Here, I’ll blow you a kiss.”
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFF
Another disgusting fart burns it’s way up your nose and down to your lungs. Your face is extremely warm and you can’t think straight. You strain to pull away from the toxic fumes constantly barraging your face but Gage’s hold is too strong.
PFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFTTT
“Look, I know my brew is strong, but you’re the one who wanted this. And you begged oh so nicely for daddy to fart in your face. Who am I to get in your way of your dream?”
PFFFF PFF PFFFFFF PFFFFF
“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. Well maybe a little. Only cause you’re a fucked up a fag.”
PFFBBRRRFFFTTT
It’s getting really hard to breathe down here. The only air you’re getting is Gage’s eggy farts. You’ve begun to uncontrollable cough and gag against his dirty briefs.
“Man, imagine if I didn’t have these undies on. There’s no way you would survive that.” He laughs as he pulls his tight black briefs under his naked ass.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF
“Jesus, what did you put in those eggs? I bet you put in some extra fiber didn’t you?”
“I know I’m a gassy guy, but damn, this is way worse than normal.”
PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRRBRRRRR
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
Everything is spinning around you and you’re having a hard time staying conscious.
“Is it everything you hoped for faggot?”
PFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFFTTT PFFFFF
You feel yourself slump further into his musky ass, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You can hear Gage laughing as everything fades to black. A final fart hits your nose as you finally lose consciousness. “Night night fag.” Gage lets your body hit the floor before leaving you there.
When you awake again, you’re still on the kitchen floor. The smell of Gage’s ass still lingering on you.
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Could you do some modern day Soda headcanons please? I love him so much and I love your blog so much soooooo….
Ok so soda is tricky for me to write but I tried my best!!!
Modern Au Sodapop Headcanons
-Drinks every single energy drink imaginable. Rockstar? Like its water. Prime? For the plot. 5 hour energy? He’ll down it in five seconds. Darry is HORRIFIED.
-Is pretty enough he’s one of those people who becomes moderately famous on TikTok without having to really do much. His followers notice he’s always talking to someone off camera, and they’re desperate to find out who it is, but Soda only ever responds to comments with ‘oh that’s just Stevie, he doesn’t like TikTok’.
-Soda’s followers have a lot of theories about this ‘Stevie’. Soda is weirdly tight lipped about him, despite the fact he often breaks off mid rant in videos to talk to him. There’s also the fact that the rest of the gang is often around/in the background of videos, but the mysterious ‘Stevie’ never appears. (okok I’ll stop here before this becomes a Stevepop social media au)
-Regularly forgets to take his ADHD meds and Darry often has to remind him
-Would either have a hockey flow or a mullet (whatever y’all think, personally I think modern Soda with a hockey flow tracks with his character)
-One of those people who loves horror movies but is also completely terrified of even the dumbest ones and has to sleep with the lights on for weeks afterwards. Steve makes fun of him for it, but will also stay up on the phone with him if Soda watches one by himself and freaks himself out
-Has a million fidget spinners because they actually help him focus on stuff when he needs to
-Soda in modern AU wouldn’t call Ponyboy ‘kid brother’ as a nickname (don’t get me wrong, I love it but Ive never heard it used irl). Instead, I think him and Darry (and thus the rest of the gang) refer to Pony as ‘shrimp’ and Ponyboy absolutely hates it “where’s the shrimp” “he’s has track practice ‘till four, you of all people should know that Dar” (brought to you by me and my interactions with my own little brothers)
-The whole gang is super into video games, but Soda is kind of shit at them and lowkey grumpy about it
-Every teacher he’s ever had has done that thing where they expect him to be exactly like his older sibling, and therefore expect him to be a model student like Darry, and every time they are proven entirely wrong. By the time the same teachers see Ponyboy’s name on their class lists they’re terrified of what to expect
-He definitely had that horrible middle school boy stage where he just reeked of axe body spray and BO before he figured out proper hygiene
-Every two weeks him and Steve end up doing some sort of YouTube deep dive where they end up being convinced of some sort of wild conspiracy theory that Ponyboy and sometimes Darry have to spend three hours talking them out of
-Uses far too many emojis in texts
-He had a pet hamster once and you know that thing died in the most horrendous way imaginable. Two-bit probably farted into the cage at one point as a joke and the poor thing asphyxiated to death or some shit like that
-He’s that kid in group projects who does nothing and tanks the presentation for everyone by mispronouncing half the words on the slides some other group member made for him
-Him and Steve are so inseparable that when they’re not together people will be like ‘where’s your boyfriend’ and he just answers without thinking before flushing really hard and sputtering a bit.
-One of those people that casually catches snakes with his bare hands. Steve HATES it and Ponyboy is TERRIFIED of snakes so he gets in trouble with Darry if he does it too often or brings them near the house
#the outsiders#sodapop curtis#ponyboy curtis#steve randle#darry curtis#two bit mathews#headcanon#stevepop#sodapop x steve
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Hey do you want to provide a in-depth analysis why you you prefer superwonder over clois, wondertrev, and wonderbat?
My analysis are always skin deep and, of course, biased according to my preferences.
First of all, I adamantly reject the couples of humans and supers. Not, as Lork fans suggested, because matters of eugenics (poor kids, they are grasping at straws trying to prove we, Superwonder fans, are evil). I'm not a nazi, looking for a superior race. It's only a matter of different physical characteristics. As a matter of fact, when a meta and a human share a bed, there's always the risk the meta could kill the human in their sleep. It is common the sleeping person turns, extends the limbs (sometimes violently), hugs the other...a lot of involuntary actions which could harm the human, even asphyxiate the partner by accident. Nobody can control the movements in their sleeping phase. I can imagine Scott Summers suddenly waking up in the middle of the night and opening his eyes without his protecting visor and blowing Jean's head by accident with the rays coming out of his eyes. Jean herself may be having nightmares of being attacked and projecting a repellent force field with her mind, causing Scott being thrown through a wall or being crushed. If the super has superstrength, the greater the risk. So, there's even peril with two metas sleeping together. Individual beds or even separated bedrooms are needed. Clark may have meteorism one night and kill Lois with one potent fart (one can only hope). Sorry to burst your romantic bubble, but each case must be considered individually.
Another instance in which there is a dangerous loss of control is when the meta indulges in their romantic urges. When the blood abandons your brain and goes to your nether parts, instinct becomes stronger than care for the other person. When you are two or three times stronger than your partner, like it may happen in human couples, it's not a big deal. However, when the difference is hundreds or even thousands of times, like "okay, dear, you can tumble a tractor tire at the gym. Quite impressive. But your partner can move the very planet where you and that tire are standing on." That's significant and very dangerous.
You can't expect, like Lork fans do, that Clark is always in control of his impulses and emotions in Lois behalf. Sex is one of the few instances in which you have to be able to let loose, to enjoy yourself, and Clark can't do it with a common human. Supes is always holding back in every other circumstance of his life 24/7 (world made of cardboard, remember?), let him have this one. It seems to me a selfish attitude from fans to relegate the main character to benefit a secondary one. The same goes to those willing to throw Diana/Wonder Woman under the bus to make Trevor or Batso look important.
A mortal human and a superbeing could never constitute a couple of equals. Nor soulmates, since their souls are focused on very different interests: a superhero needs to look at the World from a global perspective, not from the petty need for notoriety and what would be good for the front page of the paper the next day.
An elephant and an ant could never be more than friends.
Writers love saying "superheroes" are the modern gods and demigods. So, let's take a lesson from ancient Greeks, historical scolars and experts on everything regarding deities: Truth is their gods bedded mortal women and had children with them. The trick was they were forced to take a lesser form to be with the human. If the deity presented itself as a god, the mortal would burst in flames at the mere sight of the Olympian magnificence. Mortals couldn't be in the presence of the god in all its glory. Semele, the god Dyonisus human mother, made Zeus promise her he will appear before her like he really was. It ended badly for her.
Instead of posting idiocies like eugenics accusations to justify they have no real arguments to defend their position, this is what fans should focus on: The important thing in a comics book is the guy under whose name is the publication and the franchise, and this principal character can't and shouldn't be defined by the supporting one he goes to bed with. That's why James Bond is sorrounded by a constant carrousel of women. Ironically, the one time the importance of the female companion got promoted to principal, meant the demise of 007, as it should be, because his own survival wasn't his priority anymore.
SuperWonder is, IMHO, totally different. A true pairing of equals. Not only because of their matching powers, the easy argument other couples fans often use. They both are protectors, guardians, helpers, defenders. Their goals are similar. They won't hesitate to sacrifice in the name of justice, peace and truth or to give each other's life for their partner.
They don't have to hold back to be with the other, which is of great help when you want to share your life with your beau without restrictions. "Oh, yeah! because your only interest is for them to have sex...!" Some detractor might say. I say what's wrong with that? Don't you like to enjoy such liberties yourselves? Don't you want the same for your fictional favorites?
The whole planet is their oyster and they want to make it a safer place for all the people to share and enjoy. They communicate with monarchs and peasants all the same: they listen a lot more than they speak to understand our conflicted species.
They usually associate themselves and work with human heroes to give us the chance to admire someone of our own species as role models. Thanks to their upbringing they have strong family values and can't wait to form a nucleus of their own, when the planetary situation allows them.
Some humans, like Batso, think because they have more intelligence than the rest they have the right to tell the others what to do. Diana and Kal believe in sitting down at the side of the road to encourage and wait for those who take longer to walk the path. They know if we don't make it to the end together and convinced of what we do, it doesn't matter how fast we do the journey.
Because they began their relationship as friends with total honesty which later developed in love and care they concluded their relationship with humans should be based in those traits: honesty, love and care. Hence they ditched their secret identities and secret hideouts. This, in turn, made their loved ones be safer, because now the whole planet recognizes them as friends and is looking after their family and friends, warning the heroes when ill intentioned people is around those loved ones to hurt them. Around the Globe there's aproximately 1 billion smartphones and growing. All that people made possible to inform in real time of any event happening anywhere, covering the planet with a tight network of information.
Being romantically associated with humans significantly slowed them down. We humans are too prone to drama, mistrust and always want to have some kind of benefit ("what's in it for me?"), economical or otherwise, whenever we do something or engage in some project. Humans are a drag.
Regardless of our good intentions, a selfish strike is always there: a woman once told Clark that he being Superman and her won't ever work as a couple, because she isn't prepared to share him with the rest of the World.
Nobody could understand one another like Diana and Kal. They are each other's shelter from the storm. This is the main reason why I prefer them together above any other pairing DC may decree for them. Screw tradition.
The situations and characters here described are a projection of mine of how the infinite potential of Wonder Woman and Superman could be exploited if well written if the writers and DC Comics really cared for them.
Thank you.
Sorry for the wall of text.
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New book! New book!
A skirmish in space can scar just as deeply as the fleet battles. Freeing a valley from a corrupt king only opens the land to darker threats. And grand theft auto gets a lot messier when the car belongs to a literal demon.
A small crisis is still a crisis.
LOW-KEY CALAMITIES contains fourteen novelettes and short stories from the series Poor Man’s Fight, Good Intentions, and Wandering Monsters. Collectively they include explicit violence, explicit sex, profanity, defenestrations, espionage, backstabbing, murder, blasphemy, poison, lingerie, public indecency, arguable war crimes, condescension, identity theft, asphyxiation, vigilantism, sabotage, a fart joke, anti-necromantic prejudice, intentional food poisoning, counter-weaponization of stereotypes, deceit, assassination, incitement to riot, disrespect for the dead, abuse of kitchen staff, conspiracy, arson, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, a lost bat, unauthorized dormitory residents, drug use, lies, bickering, punching, leering, kicking, body slams, analysis of adult film, mild hallucinations, paranoia, military “intelligence,” performative charity, genuine charity, talking behind people’s backs, angry essay writing, oral sex, mishandling of explosives, violations of Rules of Engagement, destruction of church property, insensitivity, poor leadership skills, ambushes, grave robbery, insults, family feuding, unintended threats, urban warfare, resentful internal monologues, a carefully bland lunch, and vomiting in front of the boss.
Available in ebook only on Amazon!
#Poor Man's Fight#Good Intentions#Wandering Monsters#Interstellar blasphemy#Bad day to be a cathedral in space
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Dungeon Master's Corner
or, the Rules of Engagement for this Blog
Rule #1: Be Respectful. While I might be writing utterly depraved filth as a hobby, I am still a human behind this screen, and harsh words and forceful tones will not make me want to write for you—it will make me want to block you.
Rule #2: My Characters, My Style. While I do take requests, at the end of the day I write what I want and for who I want. How I present those characters is up to my personal discretion, and if you don’t like it, you can walk away.
Rule #3: Patience. Behind the screen, I am a man who works a full-time job that is mentally exhausting, so there may be days or even weeks that go by without a post. If that is upsetting or frustrating to hear, you don’t have to follow.
Rule #4: Preference Gets Priority. While my asks and submissions boxes are always open, I will always be more eager to write for prompts or images that align with the monthly or weekly theme, and leave other posts on the backburner.
Rule #5: Yes’s and Nos of Kinks. This blog primarily writes very explicit erotica, and as such many kinks will be on display. Below is a list of kinks, broken up into which will and won’t be allowed on this blog. If they upset you, please unfollow.
Kinks that ARE ALLOWED:
Monster-fucking
Bestiality
Non-consensual sex
Netorare (Cheating)
Mind-Break
Public / Outdoors sex
Ear/Nipple Fucking
Erotic Asphyxiation
Bimbofication
Hypnosis
Erotic Transformations
Kinks that are NOT ALLOWED:
Pedophilia
Age-play
Diaper-play
Scat/Piss/Fart
Snuff
Gore
Hyper-proportions
Food-play
Obesity
Vore
Rule #6: No Children Allowed. THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE. This is a blog dedicated to erotic fiction and fantasy, and is not a place for anyone under 18 years of age. If you aren't a legal adult and you are following this blog, you will be blocked.
Rule #7: Three Strikes. If you follow the rules above, then we'll be fine. If you break any of the preceding rules, though—if you push me about requests, if you nitpick my kinks, or if you try to force your kinks onto me—then you'll get a strike. After three strikes, you will be blocked.
If you have read the entirety of this rules list and are willing to listen and obey them, send "How Do You Want To Do This?" to the ask box. DMs will be ignored.
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Hey I figured since I might take requests long term I should probably list all the squicks I can think of, so people have a good idea what to avoid.
This isn't a DNI list or any intended form of judgement! Just some kinks that aren't for me. This is only off the top of my head so the list may be updated / changed.
Vomit
Scat
Farts
Degradation / slut shaming
Public sex / public kinks / exhibitionism
Deepthroating (regular BJs are fine)
Breathplay / asphyxiation
Breeding
A/B/O
Pregnancy (minus eggpreg)
Foodplay
Needles
Knifeplay
Bloodplay
Piss drinking
Daddy kink (mommy kink surprisingly fine)
Foot kink / footjobs
Religious themes (priest kink, hierophilia etc)
Kinks not on the list may still be squicks / squicks under certain circumstances.
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This might be a long shot, but I’m looking for 21+ roleplayers to write with on Session!
I’d like to do extreme 🫶 incest porn plots! I’m open to father/daughter, father/son, or mother/son. I have a preference for writing as the daughter or son, but I’d be willing to write as the father.
Just a heads, I love putting emphasis on the fucked up nature such relationships, so please be on the same wavelength as me! Otherwise, I’ll feel too self conscious to continue the roleplay.
Third person, past tense, paragraph minimum, at least one reply every other day! I personally don’t care much for character bios, just name and age to leave the rest up to imagination.
Kinks: manipulation, coercion, dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, dry humping, thigh fucking, oral, vomiting on cock, facials, swallowing, creampies, penetration, forced pleasure, light stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, corruption, mind break, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, manhandling, hair pulling, asphyxiation, weakness, desperation, frantic fucking, mating press, impregnation play, suggestive PDA, risky public sex, almost getting caught, watersports, omorashi, bestiality
Limits: extreme pain, extreme violence, gore, death, snuff, feet, musk, farting, scat, feederism, gaining, vore, hyper, micro, macro, generally unrealistic kinks, other kinks that may come up
If you're interested, my Session ID is 054f577b9717d4829875d5be1b0c3aff4c68ae8724de40ec9d26900c3c38a4ce69. We can discuss plot details there.
Cheers!
Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!
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Low-Key Calamities by Elliott Kay. A new short story collection that includes six new short stories set in the Good Intentions universe.
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A skirmish in space can scar just as deeply as the fleet battles. Freeing a valley from a corrupt king only opens the land to darker threats. And grand theft auto gets a lot messier when the car belongs to a literal demon.
A small crisis is still a crisis.
LOW-KEY CALAMITIES contains fourteen novelettes and short stories from the series Poor Man’s Fight, Good Intentions, and Wandering Monsters. Collectively they include explicit violence, explicit sex, profanity, defenestrations, espionage, backstabbing, murder, blasphemy, poison, lingerie, public indecency, arguable war crimes, condescension, identity theft, asphyxiation, vigilantism, sabotage, a fart joke, anti-necromantic prejudice, intentional food poisoning, counter-weaponization of stereotypes, deceit, assassination, incitement to riot, disrespect for the dead, abuse of kitchen staff, conspiracy, arson, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, a lost bat, unauthorized dormitory residents, drug use, lies, bickering, punching, leering, kicking, body slams, analysis of adult film, mild hallucinations, paranoia, military “intelligence,” performative charity, genuine charity, talking behind people’s backs, angry essay writing, oral sex, mishandling of explosives, violations of Rules of Engagement, destruction of church property, insensitivity, poor leadership skills, ambushes, grave robbery, insults, family feuding, unintended threats, urban warfare, resentful internal monologues, a carefully bland lunch, and vomiting in front of the boss.
#urban fantasy books#romance books for men#romance books#good intentions#Elliott Kay#fantasy books#short fiction#books#scifi books
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Castiel angel of the lord works at a cat sanctuary because he loves cats but his hot bisexual malewife is allergic and he is very much in love. I know this in my heart. Dean does get to name the cats but they are all insane names like mothertrucker and fart.
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Game Over [Repost]
Warnings: Face Farting, Fart Torture, Asphyxiation by Farting
You’re playing the most recent CoD, playing against some asshole who was talking shit in the lobby. He kept talking shit about your K-D and that you should think twice about going against him. You, of course, challenge him to a 1 v 1 and he immediately accepts. As you guys are in the lobby ButtB0mbs96, your challenger, gives you another warning. “If you lose you’re really not going to like what happens.” He laughs like an asshole, but you ignore him and ready-up for the match.
Both of you are scoring against each other, and for a few moments you actually had the lead. However, in the last minute of the game,ButtB0mbs96 takes the lead and ends up scoring the last point. “Welp, I guess that settles that.” He jokes and you ignore him taking off your headset to yell at the TV.
As you’re yelling your screen goes completely white and the glow seems to expand into your bedroom. You close your eyes as it’s way too bright, but then you feel wind against your skin. As you open your eyes, you find that the world you were just playing in is all around you. You spin around confused, slightly dazed, and try to get your bearings.
“What the fuck.” You quietly mumble to yourself. You decide to head towards one of the buildings and walk inside. The large apartment building looks exactly the same as your video game. You decide to enter one of the apartments, and no surprise it’s identical. The only thing missing is the crate that would have weapons and cash.
You swear you hear footsteps behind you, so you quickly turn around. Nothing. You lightly walk towards the door.
“Where you going?” You turn back around to see a man standing with his arms crossed.
“How did you-?” You turn around again and look back at him. “Where am I?”
“You don’t recognize this place?” He takes a step closer. “It’s the place where I kicked your ass.” Wait, does that mean he’s ButtB0mbs96?
“How did I get here?”
“I said you wouldn’t like what happened if you lost.” The door behind you slams shut. You jump but before you can turn to look, you’re on your knees tied up.
“MFHFH HFE MACK.” Your mouth is covered as well.
“Welcome to my world. Your hell.” Somehow the man’s clothes disappeared, and you realize that you’re just in a pair of boxer briefs. Behind him there is a crowd of people watching, they too are tied up and gagged. He walks around a few times before stopping. “Let’s skip the foreplay.”
He walks up to you and grabs your hair as moves your face right into his boxer clad ass. Before your nose goes against his pucker you see the words “Game Over” in big bold letters. “Here’s the rules, if you survive my butt bombs, then you can go home.”
PFFFFFBRBRBRBTTTT
The first fart warms your face and you try to pull away. His hold on you is too tight and you unfortunately are held tightly against his ass. The smell is ungodly, and you try holding your breath. “But if you don’t, then,” PFFFFTTT “you’re mine forever.”
PFFFBRBR PFFFFT PFFFFFFTT
Fart after fart hit your face, and eventually you have to take a deep breath in. The smell is worse, pure sewage smelling, and you start to cough. The man above you just pulls your face harder against his ass.
PFFFFFTTT PFFFFFTTT
You unintentionally inhale in the same moment he releases the two farts. Now there’s this terrible taste in the back of your throat.
“How you holding up back there?” You cough in response attempting to get the taste out of your mouth. “If you think those are bad, you should taste this.”
PFFFBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRFFFF
This massive wet fart erupts from his butt. You are glad that he’s wearing boxers right now, but your eyes roll to the back of your head as the fumes hit your nose. It’s just shit, that’s all you can smell. Your breathing is getting hard and you need fresh air.
“Bet that smelled nice didn’t it.” He makes his point by using your nose to wipe up and down his clothed ass. “You’re still awake right.”
PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PFFFFFTT PFFFFFFFFT
“I hope so, otherwise you’d be missing these perfect butt bombs.”
PFFFFTTTT
You feel yourself starting to drift, but you hold on. There’s no way you’re going to let this asshole beat you. That is, until he pulls his dirty boxers down and sticks your nose straight into his unwashed hole.
“Let’s see if you can make it past round two.” He holds the back of your head tight and he releases an ungodly fart.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRFFFTTTT
You hear him sigh in relief above you and you struggle to not vomit. You quickly realize that you’re not going to make it with his naked ass against your nose and try fighting against your binds.
“You’re just going to make yourself pass out faster.” PFFFFTTTTT “But keep going, it means you’ll be stuck here forever.” You ignore his words, even though you know he’s probably right. But the smell of his rancid ass is not helping you come up with any escape plans.
PFFFFFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFFFFT
PFFFFFTT
Panic starts to set in. Your eyes water from the lack of oxygen.
PFFFFFFFFBRBRBRBRRRRRTFTTTTTT
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
You’re stuck, there’s no escape. You’re going to be here forever.
PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT
Your vision starts to go black. Everything is telling you to stay awake, but your body can’t take it anymore. You feel yourself start to go limp.
“Awww is that it? You didn’t even make it to the main boss fight.” You want to scream fuck you. You want to punch him. But your vision goes out.
PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
You lose consciousness to ButtB0mbs96’s assault. At the same time you lose your freedom. Your only life now is under ButtB0mbs96, sniffing his rancid, musky, disgusting ass.
It truly is Game Over.
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"DaNtEs iNFeRnO Is fAnfIc" OH MY GOD WHAT A COLOSSAL LOSER. Is fuckin Beowulf fanfic now? Is the new fucking testament fanfic? (Cause You Know, It Was Written Speculatively About Jesus 100 Years After His Death So That Totally Counts Tee Hee!) 99% of ao3 fics are just pretentious porn how have these nerds not asphyxiated on their own farts.
SJFJSFLJAOIFOISFDOJF
#ask#anon#to be clear to people watching this go down. i write fanfic. i enjoy fanfic. but there is a difference between your four part destiel slash#and dante's fucking inferno
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Things I Won’t Write About
A list of erotic fiction elements that I refuse to write about; so that you know what you can be guaranteed to never encounter in my work. This and the “Things I Will Write” list are subject to change as things comes up.
Also, aside from what’s on this list, I only write about original characters and settings. No fanfiction.
These are not debatable. I have my reasons for not wanting to write them and I ask that you respect that.
Rape/Dubious Consent
Rape Roleplay/Consensual Non-Consent
Pedophilia
Age Play/Regression/DDLG/MDLB (or any similar combo)
Raceplay
Incest
Pseudo Incest (E.g. step-siblings, step-parent/step-child.)
Incest Roleplay
Zoophilia/Bestiality
Ferals/Semi-Ferals
Drugged/PNP/Drunk Sex
Sex Slaves (Even if it's consensual.)
Hypnosis
Fuck Or Die
Coercion
Misgendering/Detransition Kink
Necrophilia/Violent Sex Causing Death
Somnophilia
Gore
Castration
Scat
Watersports/Omorashi
Enemas
Fisting
Menstruation
Hyper Breasts/Pecs
Hyper Butts/Anuses
Hyper Pussies
Hyper Muscles
Muscle Growth
Giant Growth (Characters may grow in size slightly to moderately in stories involving transformation though)
Crushing
Shrinking
Diaper Fetish
Fart/Burp Fetish
Vomit/Sick/Sneeze Fetish
Inflation
Cock and Ball Torture
Fat Fetish (I write fat characters—just not in a fetishistic light.)
Feeding/Force Feeding
Weight Gain
Pregnancy Fetish (As in: sex with a pregnant person.)
Vore
Anal Vore
Cock Vore
Unbirth
Digestion
Cannibalism/Eating Parts of a Sexual Partner
Absorption
Cock Transformation (Character transforming into a cock.)
Breath Play/Asphyxiation
Mummification
Paralysis
Cheating/Cuckoldry
Prolapse
Nipple-Fucking
Nose/Eye/Ear-Fucking
Bimbofication/Dumbification
Parasites
Hunter/Prey Dynamics & Scenarios
Fear Play
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AI Dungeon Stinkface Story 2: His Name is Donkey
You are a pizza delivery guy delivering 15 large extra cheese pizzas to a frat party. When you drop them off the guts invite you inside for a beer. You agree and as you walk in the door, you see your friend who is a few feet away from you.
"Hey bro! I got some more beer!" he says excitedly.
You realize he was not your friend, but someone else. His name is Chuck. He hands you a beer. You take it and look at him. He looks back with a smile on his face.
"Welcome to the party." He says to you. "Guys only so feel free to relax".
You take off your shoes and chat with the Alpha Brotherhood for a minute before...
You hit your head on the ground. A second later one of the frat guys appears and laughs.
They laugh as you pick yourself up. "Sorry Drobbins" says a slightly chicer voiced dude, "we should have been more careful". You get up and realize it was the big dude who knocked you out.
You look at the guy who bumped into you: he is tall and lanky with a beanie and dark circles around his eyes. "What's your name?" you say leaning forward to be able to see past the blinding lights behind him.
"D...D..."
"Donkey. They call me Donkey" he says in a deep voice.
"Why do they call you donkey?" You ask.
"You'll find out soon enough little one" he says in a deep voice.
The lights change and you can see Donkey wearing a wrestling singlet. He is 450lbs of muscle and fat. "They call me Donkey because I am all ass". He leans to the side and slaps his monster sized ass. It must take up most of his torso. "Now you get some water and lay down on the mat. The party has just begun".
You look behind you. There is clearly a mat in the center of the room. You walk over.
"Are we going to wrestle?" You ask Donkey.
"Sure are little one" he says with a big grin on his face. He slaps you in the face twice and then punches you in belly. You keel over and slowly get up.
Donkey is near twice your size. You have little hope if winning. All you can do it try.
You lunge forward and hug your arms around his huge gut. You try to keep squeezing but he simply pushes you off like a fly. You hit the mat and lose your breath. He leans over lies and puts his big ugly face right next to yours.
He belches. You try not to breathe. He backs up and smiles. "You are quite the strong one little one. Not many get up from my special". He licks his lips. Plans going through his head you think. Finally he leans forward. "I have an offer for you".
"What is it?" You say.
"Join the Alpha Brotherhood." He says. "We need new members and you seem strong and tough. I could use a friend".
To your surprise he is being completely honest. Normally people try to hide their desires. Not this monster. Indeed he is so open that you can't help but see a glimmer of goodness somewhere within him.
You sit up and wipe the sweat from your brow. "I'll join" you say. Donkeys eyes light up and he smiles.
"FANTASTIC!" He yells and picks you up in a hug. His sweat almost makes you puke.
The other Alpha Brothers cheer. "Donkey give the new guy a stinkface!" One says.
"Stinkface?" You ask
Donkey crinkles his face up and walks towards you. He leans in and puts his face right next to yours. You smell nothing but his stink. It's awful.
"Sit in the corner and I'll show you" Donkey says. You walk over and sit in the corner. You watch as guys come over and discuss stuff with Donkey. They all seem happy.
They finally end their meetings and you hear someone yell "Let the party begin!".
Donkey steps forward. He runs his hand between his ass crack giving himself a deep wedgie. He walks towards you. "A stinkface is when I put your little face deep between my ass cheeks."
He backs up till all you can see is his titanic ass. He sits down on your face. You try and move but you are stuck. Struggle as you might you can't breathe with your face buried in Donkey's sweaty crack.
The Alpha Brothers cheer as your forced to endure the smell. The worst part is that Donkey's so sweaty he is able to slide around without friction. Every time you get a grip he moves and you are back in the same position: Facial humiliation and suffocation.
"Fart. Fart.Fart." the alpha brothers cheer. They want to see Donkey rip one of his legendary farts in your face.
Soon enough Donkey's butt cheeks begin to widen and he rips the most horrific fart you have ever smelled. You start to feel light headed as you beg for air.
Donkeys stands and lets you gasp. "Who's house?" He says.
"Yours." You croak.
"Say it like you mean it."
"Donkeys... House..."
Donkey dances around, his hands pumping in the air. All you can taste is his fart.
"What's my name?" He yells.
"Donkey... Donkey... Tommy." You say half laughing half crying.
Donkeys walks over and lifts you up. "You did well little one."
You never felt so humiliated or asphyxiated. Still a brother though.
You are now an Alpha Brother of the AB world division.
"Everyone starts at the bottom." Donkey says. "Get it? Bottom. Like my ass." He and the other brothers laugh at their own joke.
You finally get to your feet just as a fat redneck walks through the door. "Hay Y'all. Brought more beer."
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We both almost asphyxiated from laughter. Even though it didn't bother him, I pray to all that is good in this world that something like that never happens again 😭😭💎
dude, T wants me to fart in front of him all the time but he refuses to because he's like "nah, it'll be SO stinky. your farts are cute." and he literally high fived me once when i farted??? anyway, he has yet to smell my upset stomach farts and im sure he'll be turned off from that lmao.
anyway, i highly believe that farting in front of your partner is a sign of trust and comfortability and love and care and affection. lol.
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Asking for requests
Hey gamers, I’ve been asking for Housamo fanfiction requests on Ao3 for a few months and I’ve gotten a few but I figured I’d try here, just drop the request in my ask box. I’ve put few rules below which are also on my Ao3 profile. (There's mentions of kinks/fetishes below if you don’t want to see any of that though so beware)
-Nonhuman characters only please (I'm a massive furry)
-I pretty much only do m/m
-If you want either the reader or the character to be trans (or both of them) that's fine
-I don't just do porn (lmao)
-Examples of kinks/fetishes I will do (Male Lactation, Watersports, Feet, Sweat, Bondage, Roleplaying, Shoes/Boots, Endosoma)
-Examples of kinks/fetishes I won't do (Scat, Farts, Hypnosis, Non-Con, Diapers, Knifeplay, Asphyxiation, Digestion)
-If you have a kink/fetish that you aren't sure I'll do just ask and I'll let you know.
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Reading Guide
Hello! The members of this blog are Key aka @alexsprettyvenom, Dylan aka @alexinafterglow, Andrew aka @keysdrinkslave. The purpose of this blog is to take what doesthedogdie.com has been doing but include in depth details of triggers to help people avoid triggering content easier.
Here is how our posts will look:
Title of Book and link to where we purchased our copy.
Spoiler free list of triggers in alphabetical order that occur in the story:
Addiction
Alcohol abuse
Alcohol reference/getting impaired by a hallucinative
Amputations
Animal abuse
Animal death
Animal fighting
Antisemitism
Anxiety
Autism abuse
Asphyxiation
Body dysmorphia
Bones breaking
Bugs
Buried alive
Cannibalism
Car wrecks or hits
Childbirth
Childhood toy being destroyed
Claustrophobia
Clowns
Cutting
Drowning
Eating disorders
Falling to death
Fat jokes
Ghosts
Gore
Hangings
Hate speech
Homophobia
Homophobic slurs
Human abuse
Insects
Jumpscares
Kid dies
Nerve related things
Miscarriage
Misgendering
Mutilation
Tooth damage
Parent dies
Parental/guardian abuse including by step
Plane crashes
Possessions
Pregnancy
Pulsations
Racism
Rape
Sad endings
Self harm
Sexual abuse
Sexual content
Snakes
Spiders
Stalking
Syrings/needles
Vomit/spitting
Then our spoiler section detailing what occurs within the work will be formatted like this with page numbers and paragraphs included so that you may skip:
Animals:
This topic will include any real or mythical animal’s death, abuse, and the inclusion of present animals that are typically triggering. (Snakes, bugs, and arachnids).
People:
This topic will include any human or semi-human death, abuse (mental, physical, or sexual), and the inclusion of cryptids.
Stressful Situations:
This topic will include cheating, kidnapping, destruction of keepsakes, stalking, possession, hauntings, car and plane crashes, gun and domestic violence.
Medical:
This topic will include the use or mention of any drugs, syringes or needles, cancer, diseases, childbirth, miscarriages, pregnancy, body dysmorphia, mention of hospitals or institutions, vomiting, farting, spitting, eating disorders, asphyxiation, abortion, anxiety, depression, and seizures.
Offensive Language and Topics:
This topic will include the use of slurs, misgendering, homophobia, transphobia, racism, antisemitism, body shaming, sexual situations, claustrophobia, Autism specific abuse, and shower scenes.
Any suggestions of what to review for triggering content, suggestions for tags, and anything else is welcome and encouraged!
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