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Nathan explosion x Fem reader

TW: NONCON, Eproctophilia, fart fetish, face sitting, eructophilia, unhygenic/slob.

Nathan backs himself against a wall, taking deep breaths and watching everyone return to their respective trailers. When you pass by he frightens you for a moment as he glares at the ground, however, when he sees you his expression softens.

“You know, you can ask for a break anytime.” You reassure him, smiling sweetly and looking into his eyes. Nathan looks away and absentmindedly rubs his palm against the rough brick wall, you wince but he pays no mind to the pain.

“I'm not a pussy, I'm fine. It's just a lot of lights.” Nathan rambles. You place a hand on his shoulder, he tenses up but doesn't flinch away.

“Well, they do get pretty hot…” You try to empathize with him, he nods slowly but otherwise doesn't respond. You wrap your arms around yourself and take a small step back.

“So— what do you usually do to relax?” You ask. The camera crew needs to set everything up in the basement so you have a good hour before the bands needed back on set. He looks you up and down, you raise an eyebrow but he doesn't stop examining you.

“That's a good idea…” He states, his voice low and sultry. In a flash he sweeps you off your feet, lugging you over his shoulder. You gasp but before you can call for security Nathan firmly smacks you on the ass. It makes you worry about your nylons ripping. He rubs your thighs with his free hand and clamps down on your waist with the other. You weakly struggle, his heavy steps knock the breath out of you and you're hyperventilating once he reaches the door to his trailer.

“Dream come true, huh?” He says after throwing you down on his pull-out bed, the blankets are messy and there are a few questionable stains beneath you. Your eyes crawl up his large body, the bed begins just under his hips, his crotch has something notable hiding under his jeans, and his shirt only thinly veils his firm yet supple pecs. He moves his long black hair out of the way to get a better view of your shamelessly spread legs, you remember your decency and swiftly cover yourself but it clearly isn't good enough.

“I didn't— I never—” You try to think of a response but you can't. He looks down at you like you're nothing but a fly on a window. The clock behind him shows that you have 47 minutes before someone knocks on his trailer door, maybe if you hold him out from whatever depraved activity his mind thinks up for long enough? The bed dips as Nathan rests his knee on the edge, he crawls towards you, and you back up against the couch cushions.

“Right! So uhm, by relaxing I meant more like— ahem, something akin to a hot bath or—” You ramble. Nathan just straddles you, hovering over your chest.

“Less talking, more sucking…” He undoes his belt and throws it aside, you jump when it clatters on the floor. Up close like this you can really see how much bigger he is than you, his mass, muscle, height, and even his demeanor make him tower over you. And to think some of those klokateers out there are even bigger than he is. As you stare at him with wide eyes he humps your face and you get the message, bringing your hands up to fiddle with his fly.

“Yeah— I can do that…” You whisper, glancing up at his face once you get his fly down. He glares at you and runs a hand through his hair, of all people you should be well aware of his impatience by now. You nod and drag his jeans down, they get caught on his rear and you blush before giving them a firm yank. He slides his boxers down for you and takes his shirt off while still kneeling over you. His dick bobs in front of you at half-mast, you tilt your head, questioning how you'd get something like that in your mouth. He laughs above you and uses his free hand to slap his cock against your face. All you can do in retaliation is whine.

“Too much?” He teases, you furrow your eyebrows and take his cock into your hands, stroking it a few times before kissing the head. He makes an affirmative moan and you wrap your lips around the head, using your tongue to get it nice and wet so you can slip around it. You open your jaw nice and wide then relax it, holding your tongue against your bottom teeth and wrapping your top lip over your top teeth.

“You work part-time as a Fleshlight or something?” He asks once he sees your technique. You shrug meekly and reposition yourself, angling your head down a bit so the upward curve of his shaft will go down smoothly. Finally, you're able to work more than just the head into your mouth, you slowly push it deeper as you work his cock with your hands. Nathan throws his head back when you gag on the slick head of his cock, before you can get comfortable he grabs the back of your head and uses your mouth fully. You try your best to stay relaxed, taking every chance he gives you to get a breath. The clock ticks down as he roughly fucks your mouth, after five minutes (which felt like an hour) of straight throat fucking he releases your head and you take a deep breath. He lets you recover for a moment and even wipes your mouth, jacking himself off with the other hand.

“Y-you didn’t cum?” You ask, clearing your throat between words. He just smirks and doesn't respond, you sit back up and go to rub his dick again but he pushes your hand away. Before you can ask more he turns around, you expect him to climb off but he just sits there, straddling you with his hairy bare ass in your face.

“Uhm…” You mumble, pressing your head back but he backs himself closer. He reaches his hands back to spread himself for you, through the thick jungle of coarse dark hair you're met with his sweaty asshole. You work for the television industry so you've heard of ass-kissers many times, but never thought you'd be one. Nathan sits himself against your face, shoving your shocked expression between his ass cheeks. When you finally give up and nervously slide your tongue out of your mouth he lets out a deep moan, his ass cheeks clench against your face ones whenever a pang of pleasure shoots through him.

“You were so right, this is just what I fucking needed…” He states, then lets out a big sigh. You wrap your palms around his thighs to get a better angle for your tongue to prod at his sensitive rim. He continues to roughly jack himself off, his ass jiggling as he humps his hand. The pull-out rams against the wall of the trailer every time he thrusts, best not to worry how it looks on the outside. Nathan suddenly leans back fully, pinning your face against the headboard and really straining your neck, you complain into his ass but once he finishes grabbing the bottle of explosion sauce off his desk he returns to his original position. He takes a huge swig and releases a hefty burp.

“Your shitty security said I couldn't bring my liquor in—” Nathan starts, then interrupts himself with a grunt. His asshole clenches tight and he shudders softly.

“They don't know I spiked this shit though,” He finishes, a coy smile on his lips. Distracted by his monologue you accidentally poke his asshole sharply rather than gently licking it, Nathan flinches and leans forward a little. You raise an eyebrow at the not-quite-brutal moan he lets out before your mouth is victim to a deep bubbly burst of toxic ass air. It slides easily out of his greased pucker, and it has a hint of barbeque scent to it.

“Shit— I didn't mean to but…” Nathan apologizes. Your eyes burn like hell and his ass is clenched tight, encasing the nasty stench between his cheeks.

“This is pretty brutal, huh…” He smirks. The lightheadedness causes you to lose your grip and Nathan grabs you by the hips to drag you down, then he fully sits himself on your face. He rubs his musk into your skin, sliding his ass hair against you.

“You MTV slut, must've been giving a tour of our toilets cause you wanted to be one.” He chuckles, you try and dissociate, shouldn't be long before it's time to get back on set. Nathan practically chugs his sauce cocktail, and you feel a few drops of precum land on your cleavage. You lap at his asshole and are met with a spicy sbd, it's so unexpected and dry that you cough and heave. Nathan just laughs at your disgust, then applies more pressure into your face, smothering you with stink.

Nathan grinds his ass against your face, stroking his cock all the while. There's a sudden knock on the door and he clenches his cheeks tightly, holding your face completely still, though he continues to pump his cock.

“What color solo cups shoulds we haves in ze basement?? I think reds too basic, why not purple?!” Toki yells through the door, murderface rambles in disagreement but it's unintelligible from under Nathan's fat ass.

“Red— ngh, reds more brutal!” Nathan spits out between moans, with his cheeks still clenched he pushes out a bubbly fart, fully pressured into your skin. Murderface says something about never being taken seriously as they both make their way away from Nathan's trailer. The moment they're out of earshot a powerful bubbly fart is blasted into your nose.

“Fuck, I feel like my guts just fell out” He groans and hunches over, still ruthlessly pumping his cock. You take shallow breaths, trying to only take in as much as you need too. As Nathan bends over small farts practically fall out of his ass, tiny bubbles thickening the already dreadful stench, he lets out a surprisingly high-pitched whimper and clenches his cheeks. You're faced with the most brutal SBD yet as Nathan cums into his hand, some of it spills onto your breasts and tummy, then he wipes what remains on his hand onto his sheets. He starts to lift his ass off of your face and the sound of the rickety AC is euphoric. Nathan climbs off the bed and lazily pulls his pants back on while you rush to collect your glasses and name tag. As you pass Nathan to hurry out of his trailer so that you can wash your face, he grabs your arm. Anger flows through you as he squints at your name tag.

“Mph, pretty name, maybe we'll work together again after this,” He says, giving you a wink. You scoff and pull away and his only response is letting out a deep burp and waving goodbye once you reach the trailer door. Maybe you should've just become a lawyer like your parents said…

Gf who tells her bf to tie her up and do whatever he wants to her, thinking he’ll fuck her aching cunt, only for him to sit on her face while he rips ass and ignores her pleas for freedom until he empties out all the hot air

Hard push, loud bass

been having bunny brainrot for the past week about grinding and farting on someone's bulge while they rub my tummy, before rubbing my face against it, inhaling the scent as i drool n lick at it. also been thinking about farting directly against their dick or clit; them forcing me to my knees to make me lick n suck them clean right after until they're filling my mouth with cum, maybe letting out a few braps themselves when they do. my mind's been all foggy bc all i can think about is how nasty it is, the thought of my stink lingering in the air as a reminder that they're fucking my mouth after doing such gross things.

back to the one bed thing for a moment imagine that but they're both angry at each other for whatever reason and you have to sleep in between them to seperate them and they both have their backs to each other... especially if they were sick and stripped down you having to sleep under the covers literally between their asses and imagine Dean hearing Sam fart and just needing to out do him and even needing the smell to be worse and well.. they have someone down beneath the covers he can use as a judge and them basically settling it with what is essentially a farting contest that lasts all day/night long that involves your face pressed between both their asses - 😈

FUCK. YES. THIS IS SO DAMN GOOD

This is kind of what I was picturing when I said that we'd be sandwiched between them, but I definitely didn't describe it as good as you did!! I just know it would be amazing to be under those sheets, being gassed out all night, since being sick has made it impossible for them to sleep. All they can think about is showing the other that even their sickness is worse, that's how intense their sibling rivalry can be. Maybe they get greedy and keep switching whose ass you're buried in by turning your head, and they fight for it by pressing into your face more. Who wins? I'm not sure, but it ends with being pressed against both, the back of your head taking all the farts from one while the other sighs peacefully and rips straight into your nose, knowing that they've got a direct line to your senses that the other doesn't have

Also dilf farts can we talk about dilf farts??? The fact your stomach gets more sensitive with age, the amount of scenarios available, the way it's not uncommon at all to hear your dad's friend fart, or your boss fart, or your neighbor fart etc etc. walking outside to get the mail wearing nothing but a robe and running on nothing but coffee and eggs. He hasn't showered yet because the wife always needs to use it first. I wanna catch him lifting his robe up to scratch his hairy ass while ripping wet farts against his fingers, I want him to lazily check over his shoulders before spreading his cheeks a little to get a stubborn fart out, and he just so happens to miss me standing outside preparing for my morning jog. I want to see him later, fully dressed, fresh and clean, giving me a neighbourly wave as I get home from work, I want to never be able to see him the same way.

thinking about when i controlled my partner’s bladder in person and ….damn.

it started about mid-day i think; i was still at home, so over text. i told him when to start holding good and early so that when i’d get to his place that evening, he’d already be nice and desperate. we went back and forth all day texting, with me telling him to drink more water and reminding him how far away his relief was going to be, him updating me how bad it was getting with every hour. i got to his place maybe around seven that night, he’d been holding for a good four hours by then i think — he has a notoriously small bladder, which i tease him for often, so this was quite a feat already. once i got there, the real torment could start. he was already asking me for relief , while also being desperately horny for it. he was constantly kissing me, touching me, hoping maybe that would sway me to let him go. of course, that wasn’t happening.

about an hour later, i had to pee. i’d been drinking electrolytes for a while, which always go right through me. i told him multiple times that i was starting to feel an urge, though it wasn’t terrible, how good it was going to feel when i got to piss and he didn’t. it was driving him crazy. i enjoyed that for a bit while building up my own need. eventually, i told him to get in the bathtub, leaving on just his underwear. i stripped down and climbed on top of him. his dick was so hard with anticipation. he’d been begging me to pee on him for days. i straddled his lap, grinding on him a little just to tease him. Then right over his dick, i started pissing. i was so turned on, it took some effort to get going, but quickly i pissed all over his lap while he whimpered and clung onto me. i told him he better keep holding—though i was sure feeling my warm piss soaking into his underwear was making it so much worse. and it was. i told him to get up and rinse off. the water from the shower head was even more torture. for a second, his legs buckled and i was sure he was about to lose it. but instead, a huge drop of pre-cum dribbled out instead, sliding from the tip of his hard cock down his leg. i praised him for that; my pussy was throbbing.

i made him dry off and get redressed. i had him wearing gray sweatpants, obviously, so any leaks would be nice and obvious. we laid down in his bed, and i got on top of him again, kissing him hard and putting all my weight on his bladder. he kept squirming and groaning, struggling to even kiss me back while he was this desperate. it was so adorable. i kept this up for a while, and to my surprise, he still hadn’t leaked. at this point, it was far past how long he’d ever held before. we moved to the couch, along the way i forced him to fill up his water bottle so he could keep drinking. just the sound of the water from the rap rushing into the bottle had him pressing his legs together and begging me to let it end. of course i wasn’t going to. i reminded him, “you know i’m not going to let you piss voluntarily. you’re going to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore.”

we sat back on the couch together, and i alternated climbing over him to press into his bladder with all my body weight, and sitting beside him stroking his dick through his pants. every once in a while, for good measure, i’d press down hard on his bladder with both hands and he’d cry out in pain. by this point, he was nearly beyond words. bordering delirious, he could barely put a sentence together. he was still trying to beg me to let him piss, but the question kept falling short as he could only laugh and grind his teeth. he finished another full water bottle. i was so impressed.

“do you want me to-to fill it up again?” he managed to ask. of course i did.

standing up from the couch almost pushed him over the edge as the gravity shift hit him. he had to stand still with his legs crossed to regain control before we could go back to the kitchen. but again, to my surprise, he made it. i praised him for how good he was being, and that had him even more whimpering and delirious. it was so deliciously pathetic, i was losing my mind. he filled up the bottle again, each painful second of the water flowing made him beg me more and more. when he straightened back up, even that slight shift had him falling apart. this is when he started to lose it.

he stood in the kitchen—and i say “stood” generously. he was constantly moving back and forth, alternating feet and crossing his legs over and over again while he told me he wasn’t going to last much longer. finally, to my absolute pleasure, a leak hit. it was enough to soak a little wet spot through the front of his pants. he begged harder—he couldn’t be still at all, and now that the first leak had come out, i knew there was no way he’d last much longer.

but still, i blocked the path to the bathroom. he begged more, and another spurt burst out. it slid down his leg, and though it was a faint enough stream to not show its path, i could see it darken the cuff of his pants around his ankle. i let him move to the bathroom, and he shuffled carefully along, leaking a bit more with every step.

“we may be in the tub now, but you better keep holding,” i told him as i pushed him against the wall of the bathtub. he groaned, falling back against the wall and barely able to hold himself up. i leaned my body fully into his, pressing on his bladder as i slid my leg between his.

his head fell onto my shoulder; his body was so run down he couldn’t support himself anymore. a bigger spurt jetted out, pouring directly onto my leg. he moaned and kept on begging. finally, right against his ear, i told him he could let go.

the floodgates opened immediately. he started pissing full force. the hot stream ran down both of our legs where i kept my thigh pressed between his. he must’ve pissed for a minute while he clung desperately to me, both arms hugged tight around me. i was the only thing holding him upright at this point; his legs were giving out beneath him, but i had him pinned to the wall firmly enough he couldn’t fall. once all the piss was drained from his body, he couldn’t stop thanking me. he was still completely delirious, but now from relief rather than desperation.

i gave him a minute to come back, just holding him like that while i savored the feeling of his soaked pants on my skin. when he was able to speak sentences again, he told me how orgasmic had felt to let go. he said it felt so good, he didn’t even need to come after that. we rinsed off, and i took him back to bed to cuddle and praise him for what a good boy he’d been for me.

I had a craving for cake 🥺🍰

Brutal seam ripping fart-splosions

Jean filtered unleaded gas

Inhale slave

rrrgh people stuck in close proximity with desperation to fart is The Biggest Thing for me… in an elevator or a locker room gah <3

lockerroom alllwayyys gets me. a bunch of sweaty, stanky athletes whove just come back from a Big Game. their skin is still sticky with sweat — heady, thick musk of their pits n junk completely overwhelming as they peel off their uniforms, laughing n joking around like they’re not completely buck-ass naked. throw farting into the mix? fucking unholy🥴. a cesspit of bubbling gas and hairy, twitching holes. justtt… casually lounging on benches, someones bag or clothes smushed under your ass as u push out the nastiest, burbliest gas. mirrors fogging up with just how much gas is hissing out from so many people. and inevitably, there’s that one chump who gets trapped in a locker n everyone else takes their turn backing up against the slits and giving them a taste of last nights dinner. cmon. what happens in the lockerroom stays in the lockerrom.

Thinking a lot about public farts I've witnessed...

This really big guy in the shoe aisle at Walmart, openly farting just as I came around the corner.

Two friends, one skinny and one chubby, leaving a small outlet store as I was approaching it. The big one got roaring walking farts, commenting that he couldn't let it out in the tiny store.

The attractive old dad who hurried out of his parked van with several huge blasts.

This big, sexy dude who ate in the lobby while I worked at Taco Bell. I heard him fart against his chair once and went out to "sweep" near him and his friends, finding his farts to be some of the best I've smelled.

When I worked at a gas station, one oil worker who came in the morning farted with his buddies and openly laughed about it. Another time, this chubby dad busted one and literally looked at me for a reaction.

And my favorite: the older guy who came into the gas station drunk, late at night. He wasn't a bad guy, just very obviously intoxicating. This man let out this long, loud fart with the most satisfying deep tone. The best part was, he didn't mention it at all, just continued talking. He left a minute later, and I hurried to sniff up his fart cloud. Still one of the greatest, most toxic farts I've ever smelled. 👌 I literally had to run to the bathroom to rub one out, and the smell hung there in the store for well over an hour.

Horny Thought:

Crop dusting is not talk about enough especially in places like stores!!! The act of just letting it go no matter where you are regardless of the audience is 🤤 but add the fact that someone will eventually be walking through your rank gas. The rotten smell of eggs and broccoli or hot trash tainting the air of all the products. To have them choking and gagging on it with watery eyes cuz it reeks so bad. The smell lingering in the air long after your gone but that doesn’t stop you from “making your territory” by releasing bubbly farts with every step everywhere you go. Some gas being stubborn so you have to stop every once in a while to lean against a display shelf or your cart to really bear down on a nasty ripper. The little sighs of relief after every release making you that more content to just keep doing it. Until your finally done with trip so you leave a final farewell near the entrance of the store for anyone else coming or leaving!

I love crop dusting sm I wish more people indulged in it irl. Nothing get me more wet than smelling a nasty rip someone let out and if I have any gas adding some of my own to the mix ✨💕

Your stingy manager who refuses to waste food + belly rub alt <3

Someone else has already brought this up but can we PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get more content where the person farting is super shy and embarrassed and keep that energy for the entire video T^T I’m so tired of seeing all these girls being all like “omg i’m so sorry… wait… you like my farts? well then i’ll fart more just for you <3” like.no. I need you to be squirming. pressing your thighs together super tightly, burrying your butt against the seat of your chair only for the chair to make your farts sound even LOUDER than they wouldn’ve been. I need constant apologies, holding onto your stomach, downright whining little sluts who are too weak to control their own bowels 💗💗💗

Wanna be experimenting with potions with my hot witch bff... she mixes one with like bovine fur or whatever, expecting us to get bigger asses and big leaky tits...and we do!!!

But now neither of us can stop hotboxing th apartment with gas.... just two big gassy cows...

I usually reeeally don't like the thought of farting on food but last night I was touching myself and was like "what if some one smeared cake with lots of frosting all over my ass and ate it off while I fart" and I came sooo much

my fairytale romance is someone seeing me for the first time, thinking "Damn I bet they fart like a cow after they eat" then asking me out for the most onion and broccoli and cauliflower and cabbage filled meal they can find and encouraging me to sit on their lap after with the hopes that I'll just start deflating like a leaky balloon while they massage it out 🥺🥰

i think big bloated bellies combined with disgustingly wet farts are what paradise feels like

So many thoughts abt pregnancy and eprocto rn.. ur so right why does nobody talk abt it

Omfg you see my vision?????

Pretty wives getting stuffed silly by their partners...stuffed full of foods to get them ready for being knocked up...not caring about the dairy contents and rubbing their wife's belly as they lose control of their gas...

Cute little thing struggling to sit up in bed with their massive belly and when they finally do they practically make they soak them steam up the sheets with hot bubbly morning gas...

Just... *passes out*

It's so hot ouuuut...so sticky and sweaty.... huh? Whaddaya you mean you want me to sit my fat sweaty ass on your face? C-can I keep my skirt on? Okay...I'll do it...just for you...

What's that sound? Oh...um....I h-had an iced coffee earlier...yzyou know me and diary...sometimes don't get along.... I should really get off you before I-

*BRRRAAAHRP*

Oh my god I'm so sorry! H-hey...wh- why are you...d-are you....pulling my thong aside? Ah! Hzhey! Dont....your hands are tight around my waist...I have to get up....or I'll keep farting on you!!!

Ah, ahhh! Wh- what do you mean you l-like it? Wh-what...you want to eat my ass and p-pussy while I fart on your face?

N-no! That's pervy! Th-

*BBBBBBBRRRRHHHRPP*

Ah, mmmmph...j-just a little more th-then....

Patty Campbell at Best Bite

Big hairy demon daddy whose main indulgence is gluttony so he's always farting or burping into my mouth while fucking me from behind