Sparta

Just a calm little (gassy) gooner account/ 22/bi/he-him-they/In my whimsical era

[forsparta]

!!MINORS DNI!!

(Kink stuff below)

Introduction coming out soon!!

I've been trying my hardest to make my little intro post, and it just won't go through for some weird reason sooo, yeah! I'll do a basic description of who I am and a little run down of what I like before I'm able to make the big post.

!☆!My name is Hansel - I'm a Norwegian man who currently lives in California(!). I'll be using this blog for a bunch of nasty kink stuff, mostly involving eproc and other various gassy stuff. Such as..

+burping

+holding/slight scat

+mild stuffing

I write stories, so I don't mind people DMing/asking me to make a story for them. All you have to do is tell me what kink you'd like me to write about, and I'll try my hardest to make a good story for you. But, there's some kinks I will NOT be writing about!

×Vomit

×Extreme watersports

×heavy scat

×vore

×extreme stuffing

×extreme snobbishness

That's the basics for now!! Feel free to ask me any other questions before the big post

[secretlygross]

Imagine you're on voice chat with your fave playing video games. You're both immersed in the game, enjoying each other's company, when you hear a low, droning burp directly in your ears.

"Ah, sorry," they say, not sounding particularly chagrined. "I've got some soda to finish off from dinner."

You manage to brush it off, glad they can't see you blushing, and continue the game. The mic is directly against your fave's mouth and you can hear every little expulsion of gas as they finish their drink. While you're both in a tense, silent part of the game, your speakers erupt with a long, bubbling fart from your fave's mic, a truly revolting noise that makes your body flush all over.

"Pardon," is all they say. Then some more quiet farts that rumble just audibly through your headset. They sigh, and mumble an "Excuse me."

You're completely distracted for the next few hours, listening for every wet belch and humid fart, always finished with a casual "Pardon," or "'scuse me". It seems nearly ridiculous, the lazy politeness in the wake of such disgusting expulsions, and you can't get over how they barely seem to acknowledge their gassy interruptions.

It comes to a head when they're in the middle of explaining the next part of the game, and just behind their voice you can hear the now-familiar rumble of a particularly long fart. It drones on and on while they talk, starting to sound greasy and gooey, until finally they grunt and force out a final, sloppy squelcher. "Ooh, fuck. Excuse me. I think I need to shit," they explain with a faint laugh, and you're glad they can't see your bright red face.

[raichuleaf67]

I've noticed semi-recently that being close enough to someone that you can smell them (albeit almost aways their hair or perfume) is kind of a trope in shipping stories to highlight an intimate situation. So naturally, I thought of applying this idea to farts.

Imagine getting close enough to someone that you can smell farts exuding from them. Could be from their skin, their clothes, their hair... you can't tell when they last farted, but they still stink of it. Perhaps they were farting up a storm earlier, or their gas just lingers like that, or they were wrapped up in their own farts for a while? Either way, their 'brand' wafting off them has some real staying power, and it's immersing you. They may not acknowledge or even outright deny that they reek... or maybe they're well aware.

In fact, if you lean in close for a whiff or two, you might be able to piece together what they ate... And be careful not to get too intimate with them, or else their farts will rub off onto you and then you'll both stink~

[brapdoodles]

so happy to see you back!! and I see that as/tarion rb, any fun gassy hcs from you 👀

Ahhhh, Ive so many thoughts about gassy vamps in general, but for him specifically….

He’s a huge whiner if it strikes him out of no-where, his guts churning, he’ll bitch and moan about everything a little more than usual, and will try to slip out of socialising to go let out his burps and farts in private.

If you interrupt him while he’s doing it and pretend you can’t smell the rancid air, he gets increasingly flustered and defensive - until he figures out your into it of course.

Once he figures out you like his gas its over for you, he’ll tease you with sbds and hint at things like what types of blood get his guts going, while shooting you a sly look. (He knows you’ll keep him around if he caters to your kink) at first he teasingly mocks you about it but slowly starts to find the appeal of letting it all go infront of someone who loves you for it.

When he drinks your blood you find him lingering by your neck with hard but restrained breaths….and then he lets out a few soft, wet burps against your ear, satisfied with what he’s claimed from you and leaving you dizzy from bloodloss AND arousal.

I can hear the little grunts and hums he’d make with each push of a bubbly fart out of him, the sighs of satisfaction. He starts using you as a fart cushion before leaving camp - because he can’t ever let you live down the one time you’d put too much garlic in the rations for the night, and your blood bloated him up so badly he kept failing stealth checks, because the gurgling in his stomach was so intense, and he couldn’t hold it anymore with his worn out hole, so he alerted the whole pack of gobs with a loud, wet ripper from the shadows at echoed through the stonework. (Which ofc he blamed on you)

Now if that ever happens again he’ll know all he needs to do is grab you and shove you into his backside, so he can pull one cheek aside and let them bubble out of him, knowing you’ll soak up all that sound and smell.

[secretlygross]

gassy shopping shenanigans

self indulgent fic thing bc I'm horny and yearning for gassy dates 😮‍💨

CW: eprocto, eructo, gas in public (but any reactions of others aren't mentioned)

enjoy ✨

travelling to a new city for the weekend was just a romantic idea of yours, but with both of us being who we are it was only a matter of time before our guilty habits caught up to us. between the full English breakfast in the morning and the burritos for lunch, we're both bloated wrecks by the time we wander through the local shopping complex in the afternoon. you've been covering deep, gurgling belches the entire train ride through the city, the sounds just loud enough for me to hear behind your muffling hand, and I haven't stopped adjusting the waistband of my jeans as I try to let my swollen belly breathe. (I've already given up on my belt and taken it off entirely, shoved somewhere in my bag, and I'm considering the merits of undoing the tight button for a moment of relief.)

but the discomfort of our mutual gassiness isn't enough to make us head back to the hotel, despite the heated looks we keep shooting at each other; and besides, we're both practiced enough by now that it becomes something of a game.

it starts in a hidden corner of a clothing store, when I ask you to keep an eye out for any customers before I shift my hips and erupt in a deep, long rumbler that had clearly been held in too long. it's fortunate that the music in the store is enough to cover the not-exactly-quiet fart that leaves me panting in relief, but the stench can't be helped. you pat my swollen tummy in silent appreciation and I get to watch your face slacken as you let one rip - louder than mine, wet and pressurised. your groan of bliss leaves no doubt that you've been holding back just as much as I have, even as you part your legs and squeeze out a few more. we're both hiding giggles and blushes as we flee the scene.

in the department store, you casually glance around for onlookers before cocking a leg slightly and cutting loose, the hot rumble sounding dangerously wet in your pants. I quickly hurry us into a different area, but not before ripping a few gross ones myself as I walk away.

and it carries on. between the new and interesting stores, we find hidden moments of relief in empty aisles and quiet corners. you pull me into embraces just to bury your face in my shoulder and burp against my neck, letting me feel the tension leave your gut; I walk slowly in front of you, rubbing my stomach beneath my shirt as I browse the shelves and cropdusting with every step. as the afternoon wears on, you get bold and start groping my ass whenever we get a free moment, feeling the searing heat of the farts I blast into your palm as you massage them out. it's a miracle we don't get caught, but the shoppers carry on blissfully unaware as we secretly deal with our groaning guts.

it all comes to a head when my need for relief becomes increasingly desperate. I drag you into a fitting room to sit on your lap, back to chest, just to have something to muffle the droning rush of gas that explodes from my ass. I can't stop letting out fart after muffled fart against your crotch, sighing with each one, my belly deflating with each push. you massage my gut to help out the trapped gas, each rip getting wetter and wetter, the fabric between my ass and your lap starting to get moist. every release makes my ass flex and relax, and through the barrier of our clothes you can feel every vibration and twitch as I relieve my aching stomach. hotboxing a dressing room wasn't part of the plan for today, but at least you get three different mirrors to see my expression of relief.

there's no question that we're leaving once the worst of my gas has been released, both to escape the noxious bomb I've left inside the stall and to head to our blessedly private hotel suite to take care of our other needs, and we leave the mall without buying a damned thing. I feel a hell of a lot better on the ride back, and can't help but wondering aloud if cheesy pizza sounds like a good idea for dinner 😋

[imagineyourgassyotp2]

Imagine! Character A and B burst into character C's room after a night of partying, and more importantly, after having consumed enough alcohol that'd make a homeless person blush. In such a belligerent haze, their most biggest concern seems to be one simple question: who can burp the loudest? And since what good is a contest without an unbiased judge, they quickly got comfortable on C's bed, and before they could even muster a sound of disapproval, their face gets barraged by a duette of deep, revolting sounding belches ringing from left and right. The quantity of which only seemed to increase as the minutes painfully went by. And the smell? Just an absolutely devastating concoction of beer, vodka and rum tainted with the remnants of tonight's pork ribs and grilled cheese. It didn't take long for C's eyes to begin to water, as they tried to free themselves from their position, only for their efforts to be wasted by A and B keeping them firmly in place. After what seemed like hours of fierce competing, only then did A decided to offer "Dang! So we'll call it a tie, huh?" And despite how relieved C clearly seemed to be, B's response immediately had them terrified "Or how 'bout a rematch?" and as they said so, a sputtering fart broke out of B's backside, carrying the same dreadful stench with it. A excitedly agreed, as they spent the rest of the night fighting, much to C's dismay...

[gashotbox]

giving road head in the shotgun of a sleazy midwestern redneck trucker whose been festering for weeks in a greasestained wifebeater and nothing below the belt. deep-throating cock that hasn’t had a good cleaning in months as their muggy swamp-ass grinds against the stained car seat, drilling nasty, sloppy farts that roar louder than the damn engine. stinking like hell from all that beer and gas station food that’s been churning up all day. windows rolled up n sun beating in with hours of long open road ahead.. sweltering with the fat head of their cheesy dick bruising the back of your throat and your nose buried in the crusty curls of theirs bush. just slobbering all over their musky cock n balls as they give you the dutch oven of your life in their skunked-up semitruck. uh huh

[forsparta]

(Imagine/RAMBLES/scenario)

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Currently, slightly, sick right now and it’s been causing me to have more gas than usual. I’ve never been the type of guy who’s into sick play(?) or like anything involving taking care of a sick partners, I’m actually very afraid of sickness. But, through a combination of high fever and very persistent boredom, I’ve complied a list of scenarios I think would be better than my current one. Some of these probably won’t involve sickness outright because I know some people do not even like the idea of that - so I’ll put a (IS = includes sickness) in front of the scenarios that mention/involve it

(IS) • Sitting in class next to a clearly, still sick classmate, perhaps food poisoning of the sorts. They swore they were fine before coming in that day, they’d thought everything had run its course. But now, sitting in the hard seats of their lecture room, listening to their teachers voice drone on about nothing in particular, they can feel the bubbling in their gut return. You try to mind your business, pretending like you don’t notice their slight shifts and then reaching down to rub their agitated stomach periodically. A smell hits you before the sound did, a sudden, foul, meaty smell assaults your nostrils. You look over to be meet with a sheepish, almost alarmed look on your desk mate, they eyes narrow as they push out a purr of a fart, hips up and angled, thankfully, away from you. It picks up to a murmur before finished off with a rather loud squelch. They immediately sit back up, face red as the both of you check your surroundings, just to make sure no one heard. Your desk mate look at you for a moment before whispering a quick sorry, getting up out of their seat and rushing towards the door.

• A jock getting a nerdy boy to do his homework for him, a tale as old as time. But what would happen if the two of them were both stricken with a bout of gas, probably brought on by the help of cafeteria food. The two are in the library, the nerd perched on a beanbag while the jock stands above him, absentmindedly reading the title of the books on the shelf. As an encouragement, to keep the nerd working and to simply mess around with him, the jock leans forward and lets a quick *blort* waft out into the other boys face, a little bit of relief coming over his gut. The smell wasn’t too distracting, just the typical scent of a person who’d eaten something that didn’t quite sit with them. The nerd, not quite wanting to feel left out, spread his legs slightly on the bean bag, grunting as he let out a particularly wet one, bubbling and popping on the stretch of his jeans. They both ended up having to cover their noses after that one.

(Here’s some quick ones)

• A store employee making an announcement over the intercom and its picks up a fart, broadcasting their gas around the whole store

(IS) • Someone going to sneeze, not expecting anything more, but it ends up jostling a loud squeak from their behind. Perhaps this takes place in a crowded space, like a train or a line at some kind of restaurant

• A group of friends heading home from a large, tummy turning meal. They’re already letting farts fly in the car, a bubbly one here, a SBD from the front which slowly carries to the back. Even when everyone has been dropped off at the respective homes, the group chat is filled with audio recordings of their continued gas, all accompanied with little descriptions on how each one of them felt or smelt like

(IS) • A person struggling with diarrhea trusts a sudden fart and ends up landing themselves in the bathroom, only met with more gas. When they think they’re finally done, they leave the bathroom with confidence, only to get halfway down the hallway before they feel their bowels begin to churn.

• Only two words needed for this one. Something about being surrounded by warm water, calming your senses, and allowing you to just be, well, calm. Maybe you had eaten some gas inducing foods that day, or perhaps you've been needed to use the toilet but haven't found any time to throughout the day. Almost as a warning, your stomach gurgles, loud and proud. You can't hear it over the water, but you feel it, feel the gas slowly seep down your stomach. Then, the gas comes out, bubbly and popping, and the water definitely helps the sound. It stinks, like sulfer and grease

• Laying down in bed after a grueling day at work only to find your pillow smelling of sweat and raunchy gas. You immediately call your roommate into the room, not upset, but wanting to get that smell directly from the source

That’s all I have for now - I’ll probably write some more soon! Honestly, I might write one of these more in depth one day, so I guess stay tuned.

[raichuleaf67]

I've now developed a need for a perky, vegetarian MILF in tight jeans who eats raw broccoli as a 'healthy snack' and insists that farting like a large herbivorous mammal is good for you...

She attends yoga classes with friends and in her living room, and lights scented candles that aren't enough to keep up with her unapologetic bassy mom bombs. Maybe she has a Tiktok that she posts her farts to alongside her cat videos...

Also, beans are the one veggie she doesn't eat. Not because she doesn't like them, but because they make her keep the rest of the house up at night.

Oh, and when she listens to music, she can't help but wiggle her mombutt to and fro to the beat, firing off her gas too to give the song some extra 'bass' to it. (You may be able to tell who my 'muse' is from that last part...)

[femmefoxhotbox]

more femme princess and her butch knight? 🙏🙏🙏

well, yes!

high femme princess who has a winter solstice banquet to attend. she spends her morning dolling herself up for the occasion, starting with a bath in her clawfoot tub. her stone butch knight warms cauldrons of water over the hearthfire, hauling gallons at a time to fill their princess's basin. they undress her from her sleeping gown, rough fingers tracing soft skin as they strip the fabric from her body, easing her nude form into the now-filled tub. they roll up their sleeves and thicky lather their calloused hands with rose-scented tallow soap, quickly getting to work massaging and cleansing their princess. as their strong hands ease over her belly, she lets the pressure work out her built-up gas in the form of pleasantly large flurries of bubbles that roll up to the surface behind her with deep, gulpy popping noises, sighing out with relief the whole while. her knight enjoys the faint blur of arousal the pungent aroma of the princess's farts mingling with the floral scent of the soap gave them, letting their hands disproportionately wander down to knead her fat, plush ass under the water before helping her out and continuing prepping her for the event, a peaceful ritual before the draining celebration.

now donned in a layered velvety gown, hair preened and pinned up, face powdered, her knight escorts her to the great hall, packed with guests and opulently decorated with pine wreaths and holly garlands. as the princess, she's forced to engage in pleasantries with uncharismatic suitors, utterly displeasing men from neighboring queendoms trying to win her hand. these awkward conversations, the sheer number of bodies in the room having her work up a sweat, and constant nibbling on offered snack platters of cheese, bread, and nuts she just couldn't refuse have her guts bubbling, itching for relief. with a masked face of content and a polite little "excuse me," she exits the great hall into an empty passageway, her observant knight slinking around the room to slip out just behind her.

her knight immediately gets to work, already keenly aware of what kind of discomfort their princess was feeling. their hands run up her legs, bunching her gown up around her waist, exposing the plump of her ass barely contained in her white undergarments, her crack dampened a swampy gray with sweat. they take to their knees and lean in, obediently pressing their whole face into the musky fabric, carefully muffling the sound of loud, bassy ass that rips from her -- they couldn't have their demure, proper princess being overheard committing such an act with the doorway to the great hall just feet away. they eagerly sniff up the hot stench of it until the last lingerings of the odor are completely dissipated.

feeling relieved, they re-enter the banquet and resume their posts. periodically throughout the evening, the princess weasels away from her suitors along with her knight every time she has to fart, relieving the bloat in her stomach directly into their face just outside the banquet room. near the end of the evening, as the princess was unloading a rancid, sputtering fart up her knight's nose, she sighs woefully. "i cannot stand this dreadful party for one more moment."

"it won't be much longer now, your majesty. they're bringing out the wine shortly, too -- a little drunkenness is sure to help." they pull their face away briefly to offer the comfort, launching themselves right back into their princess's backside as another muggy, poignant fart rips out of her, inhaling deeply through their nose, taking their fill of the foul warm scent.

her knight was correct; the wine, fermented from the summer strawberry harvest, was brought out when they re-entered the room. the princess eagerly takes a goblet and drains the contents quickly. then another, then another. the tipsiness gives her the confidence to make her way through the rest of the banquet, her practiced verbal filter slipping slightly through the haze of intoxication, openly rejecting suitors with more audible disgust than was acceptable for royalty. the banquet ended with a feast and a wine-drunk princess stuffing her gullet with thick cabbage-garlic pottage, braised swan, cheeses, and candied fruits.

her knight leads her out of the great hall at the end of the night, nearly as drunk as their princess off their own sneaky sips of mead, tucking her into a thick bearskin tunic to guide her to the vacant smoke sauna located within the castle's courtyard. the crisp bite of the snowy cold was fleeting, whisked away as soon as they step into the steamy sweathouse. they haphazardly shed their clothing, leaving a heap of navy blue velvet and metal armor at the locked doorway. her knight pours a new bucket of water over the heated stones to generate extra steam before turning back to their princess, hands roaming over her body, tugging her towards the wooden bench.

"oh, how i've longed for you all night," she slurs with a smile, her hands doing their own groping. "i've met carrier pigeons with more personality than those suitors. come here, sir, i want you."

the princess crawls on top of the bench, facing towards the wall, head resting on the seating and her bare ass in the air. her knight settles in behind her, large hands coming up to grope and rub her plush cheeks, marveling at the stretch marks, the soft tufts of hair that lined from her crack to her glistening center. using their hands to squeeze her cheeks together, her knight leans in and nuzzles their snout in between the sweaty, doughy vale, their lips up against their princess's. they begin a steady licking pace, running their tongue through silky slick folds. the relaxation and bliss it evokes has the princess ripping wet, burbling alcohol farts she'd been holding since the feast into their face, exacerbated by the sheer amount of food she had eaten. the steam within the sweathouse heavily magnified the smell, the stench rapidly becoming both eye- and mouthwatering. they sniff and huff and whiff, moaning at the rancid smell heating their nasal canal, the vibration of their vocalizations a welcome stimulus against their princess's pussy.

her knight eagerly drinks up her orgasm along with the last few farts leaking out of her. the princess is smiling coyly as she looks back at her knight. "and now, it's my turn."

if they were anything but intoxicated, they would have countered with but your highness, you are above me. your majesty, are you sure? what if you're caught in such an offensive act? instead, they just manhandle her to lay on her back parallel on the bench, both giggling all the while. they spin around, their own impressive, sculpted ass looming over her face. reaching up, the princess pulls her knight onto her face, the overabundance of sweat their bodies were creating in the smoke sauna allowing for a smooth glide.

they grind their ass over her face, thoroughly smothering her entire countenance, any trace of the morning's makeup now melted off. she reaches down to work her hand between her legs, slippery and still overly sensitive from her first orgasm. a long, wet, bassy fart tears from them, thundering against the princess's face. she inhales as deeply as she can, savoring the intense reeking fetor, her exhale an unbridled moan. "more, sir," she groans out. "give me more." and they did, unleashing their internal fermentation up her nose and mouth in the form of nonstop, burbling farts. her second orgasm washes over her when her knight reaches down and grips her hair, keeping her nose firmly nuzzled in between their cheeks, and pushes out a final, putrid rip into her face.

they sit in silence afterwards, recovering as they bask in the pungent marination still lingering in the air, the smell thick and heavy in the steam, before her knight reverently redresses her, and then themselves, before carrying her back to her bedchamber

[femmefoxhotbox]

you're settling into your bed, pulling up your favorite camgirl to tune into to wind down for the night. the camera is facing an empty room, a bed half visible to the left of the screen and the door on the right. this silent emptiness is usually how the stream started, building a steady anticipation. you wait eagerly.

you hear a front door slam shut faintly in the video, and sit up attentively. the chat picks up, everyone else seemingly doing the same. shortly thereafter, a beefy, chiseled masc woman enters the room, dressed in a black sports bra and light gray cargo sweatpants. there's a soft sheen of sweat shining on her skin and a duffel bag over her shoulder.

"ugh, the gym was packed today," she bemoans, settling into the room, comfortably taking up space. "couldn't even let a little one slip out. i'm so bloated." she rests a hand over her stomach, the valleys of her abs visible through a healthy layer of fat. the chat erupts with excited anticipation. "protein goals are no joke."

not one to keep you hanging, she waltzes closer to the camera, the soft curls of her happy trail now visible. she doesn't even make a face of exertion as she bends slightly at the hips, letting a long, deep, bassy fart escape her.

"mmm," she groans with a relieved smile, her hand circling her abdomen. "finally. been holding these forever."

fartsex67: uuuugh fuck omg

femme4farts: in my face next time

only a few seconds pass before she rips another hot one, cocking her leg up slightly to let it leak out of her. it bubbles on thickly for ten seconds. your crotch is tingling, so you move your hands to the keyboard.

you: turn around

"desperate," she comments, scanning over the chat. "i was at the gym a bit longer than usual, so i guess i can give you guys some pity."

she turns around, the muscular globes of her cheeks clear even from beneath the baggy fabric, her back toned from her shoulders to her tailbone. she reaches down to either side of her cheeks, pressing them together. the fart that escapes her is burbling and intense and highly titillating. another soft sigh of relief drifts out of her before she gives a quiet hmmph- and rips more long, wet ass. "ugh, damn. that was a good one."

FartCushionGirl donated $5.00!

FartCushionGirl: take the sweats off <3

"aww, how generous," the camgirl touts. "guess i have to now, just for you."

she makes a show out of playing with the waistband of her sweats, teasingly slow as she works her way out of them, incrementally revealing the dark heather gray of her boxers. the sumptuous mounds of her ass strain against her underwear, a dark streak of sweat licked up her crack. her hands come back up to squish and play with the doughy flesh, the valley of her cheeks molding and morphing under the pressure. the next fart she lets out visibly warbles the fat of her cheeks, purring bubbly and loud, the moisture from the sweat trapped in between her ass amplifying the wetness. you feel your mouth begin to water as you lean in closer to the screen.

FartCushionGirl: worth

"mmm," the camgirl moans, inhaling through her nose with a smile. "smells so good." you believe her, fantasizing about the poignant stench, and how swampy her room must be. the wetness between your legs has been gradually spreading, and you're itching to relieve yourself.

the camgirl seems to know this and starts to ramp it up. she tugs her camera closer, her ass engulfing the entire screen. you can smell the piquant musk of her sweat-stained boxers through your laptop. still pressing her cheeks together, she rips more burbling ass, louder with her body closer to the microphone. a moaning sigh of relief followed by the distinct sound of sniffing sounds above her ass. "ooh, i wish i had one of you here to sniff these up for me."

multiple women in the chat begin to fight over who deserved that position most.

she keeps giving her viewers exactly what they want -- long, hot, wet, bassy, bubbly, nonstop farts. her moans gradually drift from alleviation to arousal, higher in octave and resonating from the top of her throat, interspersed with more frantic sniffing. she's saying all the right things, too: "oh my god, that feels so good," "fuck, it smells...", "yeah, that's right, be a good girl and huff it all up." you don't know if it's theatrics for her audience or if she really enjoys this, but right now, you don't care, and your hand is slipping into your bottoms to work yourself up.

the model bends over, revealing the soaked crotch of her boxers. well, maybe she really did enjoy this.

she moves to the bed on the left side of the screen. climbing onto it, laying on her back, propped up on her pillows, with her thighs spread wide open. the darker patch of moisture is on full display now, and her hand runs down the front of her body sensually. "i'm nowhere near close to done," she sighs, circling her belly a few times as her hand runs over it. her fingers then dip further down, lightly toying with herself over the fabric of her boxers.

she tilts her head back and lets out a rippling, swampy fart, sniffing and moaning loudly, the wetness from her sweaty ass and arousal making her farts particularly sloppy. you rub yourself as she continues to leak explosive gas, wishing you could be burying your nose in between her toned cheeks, huffing the ripe, warm farts that bubbled out of her.

"ooh, fuck, that's so fucking good," she keens, wafting the damp, potent gas up to her face and smiling, drawing tighter circles over herself. "come fucking smell this shit, babes, it's delicious."

SmartFella: yes ma'am yes ma'am

femme4farts: im licking my screen

FartCushionGirl: involve me.

the camgirl's moans are picking up in frequency as heady, deep farts purr sputteringly out of her. you're starting to reach your crest too, wishing you could be under her in that moment, nose lodged in the valley of her dank boxers and eagerly sniffing every last one of her farts.

"yes, yes, sniff it all for me," she urges frantically. "that's it, good girl, keep sniffing my farts, baby." you're moving frantically too now, hand working vigorously in tandem with the model, groaning aloud and nearly drooling as you watch her fat ass wobble with her own masturbation, making her farts stutter as they leak out of her.

an especially long, deep, bubbly fart ripping from her is what did her in -- and you, too, shaking as the intense, brain-melting noise fills your ears, intensified by her erotic moaning.

the model lays limp for a moment, breathing heavily. "i need to open a window." then, more slyly, "how about round two, since you guys waited so patiently for me today?"

[imagineyourgassyotp2]

A, a high ranking respected person is sitting at their desk, leaned forward with their ass pushed out towards the back of their seat. Their chair is the type where there’s a gap between the seat and back rest, so their hole, taint and cheeks are exposed to the air behind them. B, who is of slightly lower rank but still highly revered, sits on their haunches behind the chair, bent forward and snuggling into A’s hole and cheeks.

A is getting their ass eaten out, during work hours, on duty. Not only that, but farting into the face of B, who quickly inhales them or swallows down their throat before going back to working their tongue deep in A’s hole, playing with the rim and mouthing the taint when digging their nose into A’s hole to smell their puffs of gas deeply. A is hardly working, eyes closed and mouth slightly open in pleasure as they get eaten out, one of their favorite activities that they can’t pass up (B had convinced them to do this, though A was reluctant - they cannot help agree to getting rimmed. Especially if they get get some relief in their stomach by farting and not entirely stinking up a room).

A gives small hums and moans enjoying the treatment their hole is receiving. until someone knocks on the door and asks for entry. A’s eyes snap open and on instinct says “enter”. the tongue behind them has stilled and A can only assume they’re trying to make themselves look small, but luckily as the guest/s approach it’s clear they cannot see B as A’s desk is large as well as their chair. A scoots forward a bit, but can’t go much further without revealing they were arched pretty forward, and just opted for sitting up straight whilst their hole and cheeks were still exposed.

The room smells the slightest bit of sex and gas and A hopes to god it isn’t noticeable, or at least the guest/s don’t say anything about it. They’re here to ask some questions and A focuses on what they’re saying, until B gets the smart idea to go lick their hole again, unable to resist when it’s so open and exposed in front of them. A’s breathing stops and they go deadly still as their hole is being licked into, and now they’re praying with the stimulation they don’t let a fart go.

The licking sounds are hyper loud in A’s ears but the guest/s don’t seem to notice. A is asked a question and they find their voice to answer. somehow not stuttering and somehow hearing the question. they gain a bit of confidence and clear their throat to speak clearer, but the small cough pushes a fart out, luckily B’s mouth was over A’s hole and they swallowed it dutifully. It still made a noise, although muffled, but A continued with their answer, not giving the guest/s a chance to think about what they may have just heard.

A signals them dismissed but the guest/s, hesitating, look as if they have more to ask, but don’t dare question A as A is intimidating, much higher rank than them and in their opinion and likely others, kind of scary, so they leave. A waits for the footsteps to fade and groan and relax against their desk. They push their ass out further and let off a forceful, gusty fart. It blows B’s hair for a second and their moan as they feel the hot wind on their face, they push their nose into the furled entrance and inhale, knowing they will be reprimanded later for the little incident that just occurred.

But that can wait as A clearly just wants to finish getting their hole licked and emptying their guts of built up gas. B’s mind is muddled as they get off while licking, drunk off the situation and the sting of gas in their nostrils.

[imagineyourgassyotp2]

There’s a bit of a dichotomy in the fart fetish community of embarrassed vs shameless. However, person A is a secret third thing. They’re hot and popular, a real queen bee type who gets what they want. If things don’t go their way, they’ll whine about it until someone steps up to fix everything— and this very much applies to their gas as well. Every time a nasty fart would escape their asshole, they’d cringe with disgust and hold their nose. They’d complain about the smell, about their underwear being ruined, about how their stomach hurts and about how much more was still inside— farting was just such an inconvenience to them! How could they just sit there without making their grievances known? How dare their ass be so gassy and stinky! The one most often there to hear these complaints would be their childhood friend person B, someone person A is more comfortable letting loose around since they don’t have so much of a reputation to uphold. “Ugh, why do they have to be so wet today?” Person A would complain, fanning the noxious fumes away from their asshole. “It’s not fair that you get to drink milk without these consequences, person B.” The flustered person B wouldn’t say much besides verbal nods, the occasional ‘yeah, I know’ or a ‘right, right.’ Just signals to show they were listening as their friend would continue to blast wet bubbly fumes of hell.

One particular blast would sound deep and sloppy, the wet popping noise making it clear that person A’s ass was in a bit of a swampy condition, and they’d pout as they frantically fanned the air. “Eww! Ugh, Person B, these are getting so nasty… I’m really stinking up my clothes now…” Before person B could respond, a barrage of extra farts would escape person A’s ass, causing them to groan in annoyance. “Do you need to go to the bathroom…?” Person B would ask in concern. “Nah… I just wish someone else could be smelling these instead of me,” Person A would huff. “I bet sitting on your face would do it! Hah, just kidding, I could never…”

Though it was a joke, person B wouldn’t exactly be opposed to the idea… and the more annoying person A’s stinky farts become, the more appealing it would sound to them too.

[imagineyourgassyotp2]

Imagine A and B and C work in a small room in an office space. As they are the only members of their team. They work all morning on their project before breaking for lunch. At lunch, C treats A and B to this new ramen spot in town. The ramen spot has a bit of a sulfuric smell to it but the ramen is so delicious that no one minds. 

Once back in the office, the three of them get back to their work. Suddenly a strong lingering SBD is smelt across the small room. As the room is pretty small, the three of them agreed to not fart ever in the room, especially with the door closed. A wanting to get back at whoever just farted, lets out a SBD of their own. This prompts B to let out a loud fart. And so the game has begun! A, B, and C take turns ripping fart after fart after fart. A will knock over C's pen so C would be at ass level for when A farts. B crop dusts the room by talking a long walk past A to get to C to review their work. C would get up to write something on the white board only to let out a bassy fart.  They went from trying their best to avoid farting, to farting out loud and proud! What felt like hours go by as the A,B,C fart openly, pranking each other with farts, and laugh while completing their work.

Even though they had been progressing with their work at a perfect pace, the laughter caught the attention of one of their higher ups D who instead of knocking, barges into the small room. Before D could ask "What's going on in here?" They were hit with the paint peeling smell that A,B,C had created. As D ran out of the small room, A, B, and C laughed and continued farting, keeping their door closed.

[grossevildeeds-deactivated20210]

some quick "imagine your fave" stuff

-imagine your fave gets paired with you for 7 minutes in heaven and just locks the door and starts letting out their gas knowing you can't escape for the next few minutes.

-imagine your fave (bonus points if they're a super uptight snobby character) letting out loud, rancid farts and then smiling smugly, blaming it on other things when you both know it was obviously them.

-imagine your fave is driving you around in their car and they roll up the windows and let loose all their gas, fanning it over at you every time.

-imagine your fave is out with you in public and they keep ripping the nastiest farts with no shame.

-imagine your fave sitting on the edge of a table or counter with you in between their legs making out with them whenever they rip a massive fart on whatever surface they're sitting on.

[usuallydelicatestar]

Don't know what to title this, so here I go!

Someone sitting on your face as they read a book, pushing out farts every so often as they do. Their reading may be silent, but their gas sure isn't!

Bath farts, both of you washing each other and getting clean. But all the while, the other is making the bath turn into a hot tub with their farts.

Dutch ovens are so good oh god, sneaking under the blankets when you hear the other's stomach just growling with gas. Massaging their tummy as they push out gas under the blanket, you can even hear their moans of pleasure and relief!

Rough-housing with your partner, just gentle play fighting and wrestling when they manage to pin you. Under their ass, they rip such nasty farts, of course it's all in good fun!

You notice your partner's belly is so bloated, but for the longest time you don't hear them fart or even belch! That's because they know what you want, and are holding it all in to tease you. They sit you on their lap and you can hear their inside gurgle and stir, trying to rub their belly and they stop you with such a coy smile, "Ah. Ah. Ah. You gotta beg for what you want~" They state so proudly. When you beg and say please, they'll kiss you so gently and let themselves let all of it out.

Mutual farting. Both of you ate something that didn't agree, so the two of you sit and comfort one another as you release the pressure in your guts.

Scared farts? Oh yes please, the little jump your partner does before they rip a ripe one from the scare. You tend to hide and try and pop out to scare them, but be careful because they might just retaliate for all that 😳.

[grosskinks-anonymous]

I like desperation a lot more than I thought I did.

The idea of having that bad of gas that you can barely hold it is just- *chef's kiss*

Someone walking slowly, body tensed as gas fights with their hole. Letting out quiet bubbling farts as they walk through the halls of their school or workplace, crop dusting the people around them with paint-peeling gas that reeks of marinated shit and sulfur.

I'd love to watch someone give up right in front of me, apologizing profusely as their body betrays them, letting out disgusting wet farts. Bonus points if we're in a small room and all I can do is watch as they helplessly release.

Lmao I'm horny if you couldn't tell 😅