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guys, here me out... what if i did this. idk why but i keep getting requests for cynonari. it did make me think: holy what a gassy couple these two fuckers could be. just being obnoxiously smelly farters and shit. tighnari w his ... yeah "curled up" fanfic plug. and cyno just being a silent killer or a loud ass farter whenever he wants to. y e s . plus, i wasnt joking—them mfs did stink up a hotel room. and well... heres how that went. hehehe
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These two lovebirds were on their way to visit their friend, Alhaitham's, house. It was for a special occasion that they wanted to partake in. Coming all the way from point A to point B was super stressful for them. You see, Alhaitham lived very far from them—about 13 hours away.
Cyno's hands were gripped onto the steering wheel. It was close to midnight and he tried to make his way through this tiresome road trip. His fiancé, Tighnari, was trying desperately to stay up. "Cyno..." Tighnari mumbled Cyno's name, "when the hell are we going to get out of this damn car..."
"Hm?" Cyno glanced over at him. If it were the typical road, he would have focused his eyes back on it. But because of how late and out there they were, there was literally nobody on the road. So he didn't even bother. "If we keep going at this rate, we can get there faster." He was speeding, after all.
"I can see that. But I don't recall signing anything revolving around you depriving me from sleep or food." He complained. If he was driving, sure, he'd have Cyno's mentality. But the poor fox was hangry and tired. He groaned.
Cyno heard him, "if you were hungry why didn't you say anything—"
"This is my eighth time asking if we could stop somewhere. Should I beg next time?"
"Fine. We'll take the next stop."
"You better. I'll take the wheel if you don't—"
"Alright, alright..."
It took them a bit to find an exit; there was barely anything nearby. They did find this small town with a fast food Mexican restaurant and some inns. The two visited the restaurant drive thru, ordering some food. It wasn't ideal but it was enough to get them through the night.
Cyno turned the car towards a small but reputable inn: Motel 6. They couldn't afford any of the other inns. And there was no way he'd let Tighnari chew his ear off for sleeping in the car. Therefore, this was the only option.
They checked into this small room with a queens sized bed. To their surprise, the room was in tip-top shape. Immediately, Tighnari settled in. He was quick to change into something comfortable.
"No shower?" Cyno peeped over at him.
"You think I'm going to take a shower at a Motel 6?" He didn't sound annoyed at Cyno or anything; he just felt like being sassy. "Besides, I'm too tired to take one. A little lazy, even." He slipped into the bedsheets. Cyno felt the same way... he didn't trust motels. So he changed and sunk into the bed.
Cyno groaned from how uncomfortable this mattress was, but he knew that cheap offers warranted cheap everything. Tighnari, however, wasn't complaining—aloud that is. He didn't care; they just wanted to sleep. He curled up next to his fiancé, staring at him with those dull teal eyes of his.
Tighnari tried to keep his stomach under control. The mexican food wasn't sitting with him right.
Cyno turned to look at Tighnari, "Tigh, I have to fart."
Tighnari hiccups, "... Did you really have to tell me?"
"No, but I felt like I needed your permission."
"Mmm, do you have my permission?" They gave him a side eye. "I don't know—I think I need more time to decide. My permission is pretty valuable, indeed."
He farted anyway. It's not like he wanted to keep it in. "I decided for you."
Tighnari rolled his eyes, losing eye contact with Cyno. "Then why did you ask me?"
"Just wanted to pull your leg."
They tossed their body, now facing away from Cyno. He didn't like his farts that much—they felt like "jokes" to him. They even sounded like jokes... the sound was taunting him. It didn't help that Cyno farts again, this time in Tighnari's direction.
"Sorry," Cyno apologized. He really didn't mean let it out, but Tighnari couldn't tell. He could only hear, and what he heard was a bed shuffle followed with a fart. It was definitely intentional, he assumed. His tail furled up from the warmth that Cyno caused. He didn't like it; he groaned with dissatisfaction.
The fox turned to look at Cyno with that face. They were awfully annoyed for sure. "No need to apologize," he rolled his eyes before turning away.
"The food wasn't agreeing with me." Tighnari's ear flicked when he heard Cyno say that. They glanced over at him slightly, "oh really?" That fox batted his eyes a couple of times. He then tossed over to look at him, "not a Tighnari problem. I didn't feed you this time."
"It's not like you're immune." They had late night tacos for goodness sake. Of course they were going to be like this. Tighnari curled up as he poots lowly. His ear flickers and his eyes darted towards Cyno.
"Told ya."
He scoffed at Cyno, "it was going to come out eventually. You know how I am..."
"Suuuure." He smirks faintly. He lifts up a leg and farts proudly and airily. He hummed with pleasure. The fox rolled his eyes. Yet, his stomach got all bubbly on him. He then laid on his stomach, accidentally letting out a loud pop. His ears and eyebrows stood up, his eyes widening with it.
Cyno didn't mind at all. It's not the first time he's been like this. But it was kind of surprising that his fiancé was this gassy tonight. Which proves him right: he looked over as he heard Tighnari let out this hard bubbly fart. They heard faint activity in the next room. But why would he care? It's a dinky and cheap motel room they're in. What happens here stays here.
So they got more comfy to let as much out as possible. His poor fox stomach was hurting like hell. He shut his eyes as he pushed out a disturbingly loud fart.
Cyno, with his stoic look, slowly turned over to Tighnari. His eyes had a slight dilation as he stared at them with surprise. He stifled a chuckle.
They snapped their head at Cyno, glaring at him with annoyance. "Not. Funny." Just them saying that made him chuckle louder. They weren't having it—He slightly tilted towards Cyno, letting out a gross bubbly fart. They snickered through their nose, a devious smirk and a smug growing on their face.
Cyno was NOT going to let them win. He flipped the covers over Tighnari's head. He wasn't going to suffer alone. "CYNO—"
"Whaaat... It's equivalent exchange. Like you always say."
This wasn't fair. He was right. Cyno chuckled loudly, a mean snide smirk on his face. Eventually the fox would poke out of the sheets and stare at the lupus himself with that displeased face of his. Followed with a scowl as well. So much for being smug. He pouted slightly, "rude." Yet, his tail was softly wagging for some reason.
Cyno kept a smirk on his face. "You liked it."
"I didn't. It smelled."
"It came from you."
"Yeah, but..." The fox pouted even more, mumbling to himself: "you sound like Alhaitham right now." He then spoke up, "look, not to sound weird, but I just tried to play a trick on you. I thought you wanted me to?" He played that game.
"Who said I couldn't trick you back?"
Tighnari flustered up from that. "Okay, fair assessment. But wouldn't it be fair if I had my way? I've been nice to you for half the car ride. Only when you didn't feed me was when I got cranky."
Cyno farts a nasally and squeaky fart. This one was definitely warm. He looks over at the other, "I thought the snacks were enough."
"Snacks can't feed me. I wanted something nice. And plus, you ate most of the damned things. I was telling you to save them."
"Save? The snacks were meant to be eaten during the road trip."
"Said road trip isn't finished, Cyno. But I suppose that means you'd buy us better snacks? Supposedly some jerky? That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Or some granola bars?" As he was talking, he hiccuped softly.
"Maybe." Cyno pushes out a lousy fart. It sounded very weak but also airy and trumpety in a way. Tighnari wasn't a fan of the sound but oh well. He was no better.
"Can't wait." He rolled over, facing away from Cyno. Despite that, he lets out his own deep bubbly proot in the lupus's general direction. He then lets our another one. "I'm going to bed."
"After that?"
"Yep."
"'Kay, Nari..."
"By the way..." The fox turned to look at him, "don't forget to set your alarm for the morning. We can't afford to be late. We can get breakfast or something when we wake up. Sounds like a fair plan?"
Cyno just nodded to the other's words. A soft yawn escaped him as he cuddled up into the bed. "Night."
It's been a few weeks since Anon had came out about their silly little fart fetish. Every now and then, they'd wonder how the hell their boyfriend, Kazuha, didn't judge them for it. They feel silently judged every now and then. Mostly because Anon—and their horny desires—would quietly beg for Kazuha to fart for them. But for each time, their mouth would quiver and then never say anything.
Ever since that confession, he hasn't let out any gas. Not even on accident or in his sleep. It really made Anon feel insecure and worried.
They weren't sure to confront him about it. It's not their business... and plus Anon doesn't deserve it. They were just some depraved loser who really enjoys their boyfriend's farts. And Kazuha was... well, Kazuha. And he was a polite person who probably did what he could to make his s/o happy. Not for his own pleasure. Maybe he wasn't like them. That made Anon feel so guilty and gross.
Anon was laying in bed, alone with their troubled and kinky thoughts. Suddenly, he would arrive. Those thoughts of theirs... it's not that they were hating Kazuha for not indulging in their fantasies, but they were annoyed by the prospect of it.
"G' afternoon." He waltzed into the bedroom, his cozy plaid pajama pants arching up as he steps over some loose laundry. "Paint me surprised. You haven't left the bed all day. Is something the matter?"
Anon tilted their head away from Kazuha. They weren't gonna tell him what's wrong. It was stupid and embarrassing, plus super minuscule of importance. Kazuha came up to them anyways, laying carefully next to them, "or...? Does someone have the lazies?" He booped their nose, smiling. A little smirk crawled up on their face, which made Kazuha chuckle.
Anon waved his hand away. "No, I— ... I guess I am being a 'lazy noodle' today." Them and their silly little phrases. They only made sense to these two lovers. "Noodle?" Kazuha looked dreamily and attentively at them, "Hmmm, may I be a noodle with you? We can veg and chill about. Maybe cuddle even?"
Perhaps this was what Anon needed; this could rid their mind from nasty thoughts. So they nodded happily.
Kazuha laid up next to them, gazing at their eyes with his ruby ones. He blinked giddily at them, eager to be next to his s/o. Why, he loved them, of course. In his mind, however, he was wondering when the hell they were going to do "round two", a thing he was awaiting since those weeks ago.
On that day, after he let out that gas in front of them, Anon was insistent that there'd be more. But "more" never came. He waited patiently, and—not wanting to be a burden—didn't ask or remind them. He didn't want to mention it again; maybe his s/o was so embarrassed by it that they didn't want him to fart again.
Anon looked at Kazuha with a flustered look. They were itching for another gas blast or something. They'd even go for a raspberry blow. Kazuha noticed their expression, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, yet he kept a small smile. "Mmm? What's on your mind?"
Anon groaned a no. They feared speaking of it. Kazuha, on the other hand, wasn't sure what they were thinking. He might have to insist on asking. Meanwhile his smile started to lower. "Anon..." They shook their head frantically. He knew this wasn't going to work. He did have an small suspicion that it was what he was thinking. He's been thinking they've wanted him to fart again for about a week or two now. But he didn't want to jump to conclusions. However... maybe—no. Kazuha didn't want to try it. He just went to give Anon a hug and a few head pats.
As for Anon, they felt like they should just be patient. Maybe he'll slip up one day and get their way. But for now? I should lay low, they kept ringing in their head.
"Is this because of me?" Kazuha spoke up, letting off of the hugs and pats. He stared them in the eyes, only slightly. He was a little embarrassed now, as well. It wasn't a common sight.
"Hm? What do you mean?" They held his hand softly. They noticed this pink blush forming on his cheeks. They didn't want to comment any further.
"I should finally speak up." A sheepish but small smile formed on his face. "About a few weeks ago? Does that ring a bell?" He wasn't trying to sound rude or sassy; he wasn't prepared to bring up what happened.
Anon, however, remembers it dearly. They blushed madly. But then they started to worry; was Kazuha about to say that it was problematic or something? They stared down at the bed with worry. They prepared for the biggest kink shame of their life.
"I wasn't sure if you'd wanted to go again?" Kazuha asks admittedly with a mild blush, He then spoke somewhat fast: "You stopped while we were ahead. I might have gotten too cocky and bit more than I could chew? And now we can't have that joy again. This is my fault—"
"No..." Anon stopped him there, "it's me. I shouldn't have been so hesitant to ask. Maybe I was a coward to accept how you'd feel about my pleasures. Sometimes I can't accept them because they're weird ones at best." A frown grew on their face. "Am I too much? You don't have to satisfy my fantasizes if you can't."
Kazuha gasped softly, "Anon... it isn't too much for me." He looked up slightly, "though, I should confess that I've been shy to confront it. But I won't be any longer. You will enjoy your little kink, and I'll be the one to help relieve it. I won't back out of this. You're someone I hold dear to me, and your satisfaction and needs are of my top priority." He said all this with his hand on his chest.
Quickly did Anon hug him, which threw their boyfriend off. "Thank you." They were flustered. And Kazuha read them, "you wanna go again?" Anon nodded frantically, their flushed expression worsening by the second. A small giggle escaped Kazuha as he lets off the hug to look at his s/o. "I'm glad you're apart of my life." A smile grew on his face. "Now," suddenly did he get so immodest, "let's... get this on the road. Shall we?" Anon was beyond giggly and ready for the thrill of their life.
For the past few weeks in secret, Kazuha had been watching fart videos himself. Maybe he found the pleasure a bit alluring to him. Him craving this round to happen again, the desire to make his s/o happy... maybe he got the kink himself. Like a human infected by a zombie, the plague spreads. Kazuha pinned his s/o to the bed. He asked them in a low and hushed voice, "how are we doing this...?" Anon, staring at his red eyes, insisted: "surprise me."
"Surprise you I will." Quickly did he mount on top of them, his ass plumped up on their face, low giggles coming from him. He got a bit comfortable up there, his seam rubbing up against their nose. He shimmied a little to get it in the right spot. For some reason, this time his seam smelled a bit off. It made them wonder if he washed his pajama pants, which Kazuha admits quickly, "steady warning: I skipped the shower. Just because I was lazy...~ Tread carefully." He chuckled a little. He looks at them one last time before releasing a little teaser. A loud and hard bubbly pop
quuAP.
"Ooh~" He chuckled softly, "how's this position? Where you can't escape?" His voice was feathery and ticklish, but at the same time, it was slightly seductive and domineering. It aroused his s/o by a milestone. All they did was hum a soft yes.
He leaned in on their face a little more.
quuuuwaaaaaap
Now guzzled into their nose, Anon felt that hot blast of air hit them. They groaned softly from instinct, yet the relief Kazuha had from it all spoke to them. He was heard sighing softly after releasing that one. Anon bit their lip..
He goes again.
qurrrrrrggggggpt
He hummed a long sigh of relief. He chuckled some more. "You're doing a good job...~" He patted their head and ruffled their hair. They put their head in some more.
quirp!
A small little quacky pop of a poot slipped out. Whether it was intentional or not, Kazuha playfully apologized, "oops~" and giggled with enamor. They heard his stomach gurgle, and instantly...
qur-RAAAAAAAAP~
Kazuha groaned softly with relief, and then again. Anon could feel their seam move as he pushed that big fart out. The loud audacity and force allowing it to press up and knock itself into Anon's nose. They muffled a hum. Anon felt some space open up as he lifted his bum up a little.
Kerrrupsssht~
A hard pop came out, eventually tapering into an airy hiss. "Oh~" A cheeky but seductive laugh escaped from Kazuha. That air steamed up to their nose. It smelled rancid, like eggs. But... it was a bit delightful. Anon hasn't smelt it in so long that they were joyous to experience it once more.
Quap—perbt—quert!
"Mmgh~" He moaned softly from this. He looked back at his s/o, expecting an aroused reaction. And wouldn't you know it, they were very pleased. He got off of them, facing them. He rubbed and patted his stomach.
"Haha, I don't know about you... but that was—hmm. I enjoyed it." He had a honey laced voice; he sounded sweet and sexual. He started to tease his hands on his hips, his hands slowly trying to take his pants off. "However...~" He chuckled as a hum. Now present was his boxers, an aroused dick, and him teasing to take those off as well. "I want more...~"
"Kazuha..." Anon laid there, watching him tease. "Take them off...~"
He giggled seductively as he eventually revealed his erected cock. He turned them over, their ass poking upwards. And slowly did he insert it inside them. "Am I... gentle?" Anon nodded and hummed a slow yes.
And on they went, Kazuha kept a slow and graceful motion as he knocked their heel. Ultimately did he get more swift. He was smooth and slick with it. He started moaning softly to the sound he was making as he clapped them. His moans and grunts would become more and more heavier as he picked up the pace. "Keep it up..., keep it up...~ You're doing amazing...~"
Anon hung on to the sheets as he felt him knock them up. Their moans, typically suppressed, wailed louder and louder as he did them in. They heard him pant a moan, "I'm—I'm—aaaugh...~" And in no time flat, he came.
He kept his cock in them for a bit before pulling it out. Some more spouts of fluids squirted out of him as he pulled out, them hitting the bed. It didn't matter how dirty it was now, Anon came on the bed as well.
Kazuha slowly got off of them, admiring the art he just finished. And now... he feels satisfied. "We should this more often... don't you think...~?"
ughhh d1luc is so perfect for this type of hcs istg
imagine he's rushing to get in time to the tavern for his shift and he barely looks at what he's taking from the table and putting in his mouth - anything to give him the needed energy to get through the night
soon after he puts the unform on and takes his place behind the counter he notices the vest is feeling tighter than usual. He tries to ignore it, but as the night progresses it gets more and more uncomfortable. whatever he ate is making him bloat like crazy, the almost corset-like vest isn't helping at all, and he would rather die than fart or burp in public for relief, so all he can do is squirm, try not to press his gut against the countertop and pray he can close up earlier today
BONUS IF THE BUTTONS ON HIS VEST JUST GIVE OUT AND BREAK, ALLOWING HIS BLOATED STOMACH TO SURGE FORWARD AND HE CAN BARELY SUPPRESS A MOAN OF RELIEF.
EVEN MORE DELICIOUS after all customers have left he just sinks to his knees, unbuttons his vest letting his straining gut free and begins to desperately let out loud n long farts/burps
oh my god. YES MX. YES. This is delectable. i swear.
You asked for hcs when I got out of the mood for bellies damn...
Yet I want to write something, maybe it'll get me back in the mood hehe
What about Itto (and maybe Gorou with him)?
Itto doesn't have a regular job and I bet he often has "who can eat more" competitions with some people sometimes if there's a discount or something, so I think he's a good character to fantasize >:3
1. He often gets hungry but don't want to admit or confess about it, cause he's Arataki number one Itto! So when his stomach blows his cover, he gets blushy and denying that he's actually hungry, though his gang already knows he's starving.
Bonus points if his gang starts to praise him like "The boss is so tough that he'd deny his hunger even when he's starved!"
Bonus points for his bare torso like HOLYE DAMMMMMM HE'S GROWLING 😳🤧
2. He feels a wave of weakness with every hunger pang and belly growling.
3. Once he's full, he'd place his hand on his belly and rub it a bit in pleasure of being full and happy 🥰
4. He might compare his full belly with other gang members's bellies and will try to be the fullest, because he's ARATAKI NUMBER ONE ITTO!
5. He's as denying as when he's hungry, when he gets stomachache or nausea. Stubborn oni.
Now I want to imagine him with Gorou as his boyfriend (or pre-boyfriend 😏)
1. Seeing how cute Gorou is, Itto'd try to sneak and touch his ears or tail, or tickle him. Well, once he gets to tickle him, Gorou might suddenly stretch his back and get doggy reaction. It'd be surprising for Itto, but he'd only start to tickle him and rub his belly more because he can't resist his cuteness. F to Gorou, cause he'd definetely be embarassed af...
2. If Gorou's belly'd growl, Itto'd tease him a bit just because he's cute when he's embarassed, but he'd try to feed him even if he has no cash on him.
Gorou, eating lavander melon which they found and having cash on him: 🙃
3. If Itto's belly'd growl, even slightly, Gorou'd notice the noise cause, well, ears. He'd ask him about it politely and then apologize thousands of times for making him embarassed. I think Itto'd melt because of that and confess he's hungry 🥰
4. Well, about achy belly... Itto'd panic if Gorou'd get bellyache and be like "What happened? Are you injured? Did you eat something weird? 😰" which'd only embarass Gorou, though he'd accept his help.
Bonus if Gorou get's belly rubs or a massage from Itto and maybe fall asleep.
Bonus if they'd cuddle so Itto could warm his tummy up and make him feel cozy.
Bonus for Itto being Arataki the gentliest touch ever Itto.
5. If Itto feels his stomach ache, he'd likely try to bear it and act normal, but again, Gorou's hearing is sharp enough to hear his belly struggling with something. He might even get a bit stern to get Itto to tell him the truth.
Bonus if Gorou'd use his tail somehow to help Itto to feel comfy and warm.
Bonus if Itto's belly's sensitive and Gorou must be very-very gentle to calm him down and not make him feel more pain.
Bonus if Gorou starts to talk to him softly to calm him down a bit.
Phew that was not my full power, but it was enough hcs for them I think. I love this ship, they're so comfortable, cute and silly!!! 🤧
And I have a weakness for big boys act like they're made of steel but being softies inside, who needs care and protection from their parnters 🥺
I hope I brang you some inspiration~
~❄️~
Itto making everything a competition >
Gorou getting frustrated with Itto for thinking he can just lie all the time >>
guys, here me out... what if i did this. idk why but i keep getting requests for cynonari. it did make me think: holy what a gassy couple these two fuckers could be. just being obnoxiously smelly farters and shit. tighnari w his ... yeah "curled up" fanfic plug. and cyno just being a silent killer or a loud ass farter whenever he wants to. y e s . plus, i wasnt joking—them mfs did stink up a hotel room. and well... heres how that went. hehehe
!! NON KINK BLOGS DNI !!
These two lovebirds were on their way to visit their friend, Alhaitham's, house. It was for a special occasion that they wanted to partake in. Coming all the way from point A to point B was super stressful for them. You see, Alhaitham lived very far from them—about 13 hours away.
Cyno's hands were gripped onto the steering wheel. It was close to midnight and he tried to make his way through this tiresome road trip. His fiancé, Tighnari, was trying desperately to stay up. "Cyno..." Tighnari mumbled Cyno's name, "when the hell are we going to get out of this damn car..."
"Hm?" Cyno glanced over at him. If it were the typical road, he would have focused his eyes back on it. But because of how late and out there they were, there was literally nobody on the road. So he didn't even bother. "If we keep going at this rate, we can get there faster." He was speeding, after all.
"I can see that. But I don't recall signing anything revolving around you depriving me from sleep or food." He complained. If he was driving, sure, he'd have Cyno's mentality. But the poor fox was hangry and tired. He groaned.
Cyno heard him, "if you were hungry why didn't you say anything—"
"This is my eighth time asking if we could stop somewhere. Should I beg next time?"
"Fine. We'll take the next stop."
"You better. I'll take the wheel if you don't—"
"Alright, alright..."
It took them a bit to find an exit; there was barely anything nearby. They did find this small town with a fast food Mexican restaurant and some inns. The two visited the restaurant drive thru, ordering some food. It wasn't ideal but it was enough to get them through the night.
Cyno turned the car towards a small but reputable inn: Motel 6. They couldn't afford any of the other inns. And there was no way he'd let Tighnari chew his ear off for sleeping in the car. Therefore, this was the only option.
They checked into this small room with a queens sized bed. To their surprise, the room was in tip-top shape. Immediately, Tighnari settled in. He was quick to change into something comfortable.
"No shower?" Cyno peeped over at him.
"You think I'm going to take a shower at a Motel 6?" He didn't sound annoyed at Cyno or anything; he just felt like being sassy. "Besides, I'm too tired to take one. A little lazy, even." He slipped into the bedsheets. Cyno felt the same way... he didn't trust motels. So he changed and sunk into the bed.
Cyno groaned from how uncomfortable this mattress was, but he knew that cheap offers warranted cheap everything. Tighnari, however, wasn't complaining—aloud that is. He didn't care; they just wanted to sleep. He curled up next to his fiancé, staring at him with those dull teal eyes of his.
Tighnari tried to keep his stomach under control. The mexican food wasn't sitting with him right.
Cyno turned to look at Tighnari, "Tigh, I have to fart."
Tighnari hiccups, "... Did you really have to tell me?"
"No, but I felt like I needed your permission."
"Mmm, do you have my permission?" They gave him a side eye. "I don't know—I think I need more time to decide. My permission is pretty valuable, indeed."
He farted anyway. It's not like he wanted to keep it in. "I decided for you."
Tighnari rolled his eyes, losing eye contact with Cyno. "Then why did you ask me?"
"Just wanted to pull your leg."
They tossed their body, now facing away from Cyno. He didn't like his farts that much—they felt like "jokes" to him. They even sounded like jokes... the sound was taunting him. It didn't help that Cyno farts again, this time in Tighnari's direction.
"Sorry," Cyno apologized. He really didn't mean let it out, but Tighnari couldn't tell. He could only hear, and what he heard was a bed shuffle followed with a fart. It was definitely intentional, he assumed. His tail furled up from the warmth that Cyno caused. He didn't like it; he groaned with dissatisfaction.
The fox turned to look at Cyno with that face. They were awfully annoyed for sure. "No need to apologize," he rolled his eyes before turning away.
"The food wasn't agreeing with me." Tighnari's ear flicked when he heard Cyno say that. They glanced over at him slightly, "oh really?" That fox batted his eyes a couple of times. He then tossed over to look at him, "not a Tighnari problem. I didn't feed you this time."
"It's not like you're immune." They had late night tacos for goodness sake. Of course they were going to be like this. Tighnari curled up as he poots lowly. His ear flickers and his eyes darted towards Cyno.
"Told ya."
He scoffed at Cyno, "it was going to come out eventually. You know how I am..."
"Suuuure." He smirks faintly. He lifts up a leg and farts proudly and airily. He hummed with pleasure. The fox rolled his eyes. Yet, his stomach got all bubbly on him. He then laid on his stomach, accidentally letting out a loud pop. His ears and eyebrows stood up, his eyes widening with it.
Cyno didn't mind at all. It's not the first time he's been like this. But it was kind of surprising that his fiancé was this gassy tonight. Which proves him right: he looked over as he heard Tighnari let out this hard bubbly fart. They heard faint activity in the next room. But why would he care? It's a dinky and cheap motel room they're in. What happens here stays here.
So they got more comfy to let as much out as possible. His poor fox stomach was hurting like hell. He shut his eyes as he pushed out a disturbingly loud fart.
Cyno, with his stoic look, slowly turned over to Tighnari. His eyes had a slight dilation as he stared at them with surprise. He stifled a chuckle.
They snapped their head at Cyno, glaring at him with annoyance. "Not. Funny." Just them saying that made him chuckle louder. They weren't having it—He slightly tilted towards Cyno, letting out a gross bubbly fart. They snickered through their nose, a devious smirk and a smug growing on their face.
Cyno was NOT going to let them win. He flipped the covers over Tighnari's head. He wasn't going to suffer alone. "CYNO—"
"Whaaat... It's equivalent exchange. Like you always say."
This wasn't fair. He was right. Cyno chuckled loudly, a mean snide smirk on his face. Eventually the fox would poke out of the sheets and stare at the lupus himself with that displeased face of his. Followed with a scowl as well. So much for being smug. He pouted slightly, "rude." Yet, his tail was softly wagging for some reason.
Cyno kept a smirk on his face. "You liked it."
"I didn't. It smelled."
"It came from you."
"Yeah, but..." The fox pouted even more, mumbling to himself: "you sound like Alhaitham right now." He then spoke up, "look, not to sound weird, but I just tried to play a trick on you. I thought you wanted me to?" He played that game.
"Who said I couldn't trick you back?"
Tighnari flustered up from that. "Okay, fair assessment. But wouldn't it be fair if I had my way? I've been nice to you for half the car ride. Only when you didn't feed me was when I got cranky."
Cyno farts a nasally and squeaky fart. This one was definitely warm. He looks over at the other, "I thought the snacks were enough."
"Snacks can't feed me. I wanted something nice. And plus, you ate most of the damned things. I was telling you to save them."
"Save? The snacks were meant to be eaten during the road trip."
"Said road trip isn't finished, Cyno. But I suppose that means you'd buy us better snacks? Supposedly some jerky? That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Or some granola bars?" As he was talking, he hiccuped softly.
"Maybe." Cyno pushes out a lousy fart. It sounded very weak but also airy and trumpety in a way. Tighnari wasn't a fan of the sound but oh well. He was no better.
"Can't wait." He rolled over, facing away from Cyno. Despite that, he lets out his own deep bubbly proot in the lupus's general direction. He then lets our another one. "I'm going to bed."
"After that?"
"Yep."
"'Kay, Nari..."
"By the way..." The fox turned to look at him, "don't forget to set your alarm for the morning. We can't afford to be late. We can get breakfast or something when we wake up. Sounds like a fair plan?"
Cyno just nodded to the other's words. A soft yawn escaped him as he cuddled up into the bed. "Night."
It's been a few weeks since Anon had came out about their silly little fart fetish. Every now and then, they'd wonder how the hell their boyfriend, Kazuha, didn't judge them for it. They feel silently judged every now and then. Mostly because Anon—and their horny desires—would quietly beg for Kazuha to fart for them. But for each time, their mouth would quiver and then never say anything.
Ever since that confession, he hasn't let out any gas. Not even on accident or in his sleep. It really made Anon feel insecure and worried.
They weren't sure to confront him about it. It's not their business... and plus Anon doesn't deserve it. They were just some depraved loser who really enjoys their boyfriend's farts. And Kazuha was... well, Kazuha. And he was a polite person who probably did what he could to make his s/o happy. Not for his own pleasure. Maybe he wasn't like them. That made Anon feel so guilty and gross.
Anon was laying in bed, alone with their troubled and kinky thoughts. Suddenly, he would arrive. Those thoughts of theirs... it's not that they were hating Kazuha for not indulging in their fantasies, but they were annoyed by the prospect of it.
"G' afternoon." He waltzed into the bedroom, his cozy plaid pajama pants arching up as he steps over some loose laundry. "Paint me surprised. You haven't left the bed all day. Is something the matter?"
Anon tilted their head away from Kazuha. They weren't gonna tell him what's wrong. It was stupid and embarrassing, plus super minuscule of importance. Kazuha came up to them anyways, laying carefully next to them, "or...? Does someone have the lazies?" He booped their nose, smiling. A little smirk crawled up on their face, which made Kazuha chuckle.
Anon waved his hand away. "No, I— ... I guess I am being a 'lazy noodle' today." Them and their silly little phrases. They only made sense to these two lovers. "Noodle?" Kazuha looked dreamily and attentively at them, "Hmmm, may I be a noodle with you? We can veg and chill about. Maybe cuddle even?"
Perhaps this was what Anon needed; this could rid their mind from nasty thoughts. So they nodded happily.
Kazuha laid up next to them, gazing at their eyes with his ruby ones. He blinked giddily at them, eager to be next to his s/o. Why, he loved them, of course. In his mind, however, he was wondering when the hell they were going to do "round two", a thing he was awaiting since those weeks ago.
On that day, after he let out that gas in front of them, Anon was insistent that there'd be more. But "more" never came. He waited patiently, and—not wanting to be a burden—didn't ask or remind them. He didn't want to mention it again; maybe his s/o was so embarrassed by it that they didn't want him to fart again.
Anon looked at Kazuha with a flustered look. They were itching for another gas blast or something. They'd even go for a raspberry blow. Kazuha noticed their expression, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, yet he kept a small smile. "Mmm? What's on your mind?"
Anon groaned a no. They feared speaking of it. Kazuha, on the other hand, wasn't sure what they were thinking. He might have to insist on asking. Meanwhile his smile started to lower. "Anon..." They shook their head frantically. He knew this wasn't going to work. He did have an small suspicion that it was what he was thinking. He's been thinking they've wanted him to fart again for about a week or two now. But he didn't want to jump to conclusions. However... maybe—no. Kazuha didn't want to try it. He just went to give Anon a hug and a few head pats.
As for Anon, they felt like they should just be patient. Maybe he'll slip up one day and get their way. But for now? I should lay low, they kept ringing in their head.
"Is this because of me?" Kazuha spoke up, letting off of the hugs and pats. He stared them in the eyes, only slightly. He was a little embarrassed now, as well. It wasn't a common sight.
"Hm? What do you mean?" They held his hand softly. They noticed this pink blush forming on his cheeks. They didn't want to comment any further.
"I should finally speak up." A sheepish but small smile formed on his face. "About a few weeks ago? Does that ring a bell?" He wasn't trying to sound rude or sassy; he wasn't prepared to bring up what happened.
Anon, however, remembers it dearly. They blushed madly. But then they started to worry; was Kazuha about to say that it was problematic or something? They stared down at the bed with worry. They prepared for the biggest kink shame of their life.
"I wasn't sure if you'd wanted to go again?" Kazuha asks admittedly with a mild blush, He then spoke somewhat fast: "You stopped while we were ahead. I might have gotten too cocky and bit more than I could chew? And now we can't have that joy again. This is my fault—"
"No..." Anon stopped him there, "it's me. I shouldn't have been so hesitant to ask. Maybe I was a coward to accept how you'd feel about my pleasures. Sometimes I can't accept them because they're weird ones at best." A frown grew on their face. "Am I too much? You don't have to satisfy my fantasizes if you can't."
Kazuha gasped softly, "Anon... it isn't too much for me." He looked up slightly, "though, I should confess that I've been shy to confront it. But I won't be any longer. You will enjoy your little kink, and I'll be the one to help relieve it. I won't back out of this. You're someone I hold dear to me, and your satisfaction and needs are of my top priority." He said all this with his hand on his chest.
Quickly did Anon hug him, which threw their boyfriend off. "Thank you." They were flustered. And Kazuha read them, "you wanna go again?" Anon nodded frantically, their flushed expression worsening by the second. A small giggle escaped Kazuha as he lets off the hug to look at his s/o. "I'm glad you're apart of my life." A smile grew on his face. "Now," suddenly did he get so immodest, "let's... get this on the road. Shall we?" Anon was beyond giggly and ready for the thrill of their life.
For the past few weeks in secret, Kazuha had been watching fart videos himself. Maybe he found the pleasure a bit alluring to him. Him craving this round to happen again, the desire to make his s/o happy... maybe he got the kink himself. Like a human infected by a zombie, the plague spreads. Kazuha pinned his s/o to the bed. He asked them in a low and hushed voice, "how are we doing this...?" Anon, staring at his red eyes, insisted: "surprise me."
"Surprise you I will." Quickly did he mount on top of them, his ass plumped up on their face, low giggles coming from him. He got a bit comfortable up there, his seam rubbing up against their nose. He shimmied a little to get it in the right spot. For some reason, this time his seam smelled a bit off. It made them wonder if he washed his pajama pants, which Kazuha admits quickly, "steady warning: I skipped the shower. Just because I was lazy...~ Tread carefully." He chuckled a little. He looks at them one last time before releasing a little teaser. A loud and hard bubbly pop
quuAP.
"Ooh~" He chuckled softly, "how's this position? Where you can't escape?" His voice was feathery and ticklish, but at the same time, it was slightly seductive and domineering. It aroused his s/o by a milestone. All they did was hum a soft yes.
He leaned in on their face a little more.
quuuuwaaaaaap
Now guzzled into their nose, Anon felt that hot blast of air hit them. They groaned softly from instinct, yet the relief Kazuha had from it all spoke to them. He was heard sighing softly after releasing that one. Anon bit their lip..
He goes again.
qurrrrrrggggggpt
He hummed a long sigh of relief. He chuckled some more. "You're doing a good job...~" He patted their head and ruffled their hair. They put their head in some more.
quirp!
A small little quacky pop of a poot slipped out. Whether it was intentional or not, Kazuha playfully apologized, "oops~" and giggled with enamor. They heard his stomach gurgle, and instantly...
qur-RAAAAAAAAP~
Kazuha groaned softly with relief, and then again. Anon could feel their seam move as he pushed that big fart out. The loud audacity and force allowing it to press up and knock itself into Anon's nose. They muffled a hum. Anon felt some space open up as he lifted his bum up a little.
Kerrrupsssht~
A hard pop came out, eventually tapering into an airy hiss. "Oh~" A cheeky but seductive laugh escaped from Kazuha. That air steamed up to their nose. It smelled rancid, like eggs. But... it was a bit delightful. Anon hasn't smelt it in so long that they were joyous to experience it once more.
Quap—perbt—quert!
"Mmgh~" He moaned softly from this. He looked back at his s/o, expecting an aroused reaction. And wouldn't you know it, they were very pleased. He got off of them, facing them. He rubbed and patted his stomach.
"Haha, I don't know about you... but that was—hmm. I enjoyed it." He had a honey laced voice; he sounded sweet and sexual. He started to tease his hands on his hips, his hands slowly trying to take his pants off. "However...~" He chuckled as a hum. Now present was his boxers, an aroused dick, and him teasing to take those off as well. "I want more...~"
"Kazuha..." Anon laid there, watching him tease. "Take them off...~"
He giggled seductively as he eventually revealed his erected cock. He turned them over, their ass poking upwards. And slowly did he insert it inside them. "Am I... gentle?" Anon nodded and hummed a slow yes.
And on they went, Kazuha kept a slow and graceful motion as he knocked their heel. Ultimately did he get more swift. He was smooth and slick with it. He started moaning softly to the sound he was making as he clapped them. His moans and grunts would become more and more heavier as he picked up the pace. "Keep it up..., keep it up...~ You're doing amazing...~"
Anon hung on to the sheets as he felt him knock them up. Their moans, typically suppressed, wailed louder and louder as he did them in. They heard him pant a moan, "I'm—I'm—aaaugh...~" And in no time flat, he came.
He kept his cock in them for a bit before pulling it out. Some more spouts of fluids squirted out of him as he pulled out, them hitting the bed. It didn't matter how dirty it was now, Anon came on the bed as well.
Kazuha slowly got off of them, admiring the art he just finished. And now... he feels satisfied. "We should this more often... don't you think...~?"
