seth is too great

anonymous asked:

Could you write Sethkate - she's mad at him because he almost "let" Amaru kill him to touch her, and she would have just had to watch? :( Ends in hot passion-loving kissing!

Whew boy… some of these prompt end up running long. I really like the beginning of it, with her thought process. I’m not completely sold on the switch. I  LOVED this prompt. I hope I did it justice. SethKate for sure. 

Without A Fight (…but there is a fight)  

Sometimes she thinks that they’ve taught her to steal too well. That it’s now often too easy and too second nature. She’s sitting alone on the trunk of the black Camero with a Pal-Mal that she’d pilfered from Richie pack hanging out of her mouth and whiskey-sour that she took from Seth’s desk in her hands. Stealing a thing isn’t a thing. It doesn’t bother her to steal from them and why should it? They stole her first. She’s not really angry at them, but her anger is overwhelming on nights like this when she wakes up from a nightmare.

Nights like tonight when she dozed off listening to the boys plan their next job and the next thing she knew she was waking up to the haunted memories of the last moments of lives Amaru took. Pulling someone's​ soul away from them, that is the type of stealing from which there is no redemption from. She knows on some logical level that she had no control over what Amaru had done, but some nights that knowledge was simply no comfort.

The doctor had been thinking about his wife and children, how he loved them and how he was going to a break his promise to be at his daughter’s soccer game. The nurse had been thinking about how he was only at this job for a few more days. Manola couldn’t believe that she was dying in front of her lover and she didn’t want Kisa to blame herself. Her brother had been broken; seeing her in the flesh, all his thoughts were consumed with God’s judgement. Richie’s mind was a mess: the logical half screaming to fight back, while the rest of wanted to save her. All of them, every soul that Amaru took felt fear and panic; none of them had wanted to die. But Seth…

When Amaru touched Seth all she felt was devastating guilt and how he deserved this. It wasn’t like the remorse that Scott felt, because he was still trying to resist, but Seth hadn’t even tried to fight back. He stood there and took it, just let her start to kill him… And for what? For the sake of guilt? For some twisted sense of he’d earned it? Penance? She’d begged him to kill her. She didn’t want to watch him die or let that twisted demon kill anyone else, but he didn’t even try to stop her.

She throws the glass across the parking lot and it shattered against the pavement. She fights the urge to just start screaming. The back door opens and closes behind her and it’s only a single puff of the cigarette before she smells gun-oil and earthy aftershave.

“You alright, Princess?” He leans against the car, close enough to, but not quite touching her.

She flicks the cigarette way and watches it snuff itself out on the wet pavement. “Peachy.” She’s trying to remember all the relaxation techniques that she’s learned over the past few months so she doesn’t explode. Her ears feel hot and she’s still thinking about screaming consequences be damned.

“Yeah you sure sound like it.” He huffs, because he hates secrets, hates it when he doesn’t know what the people around him are thinking. “You take my drink, just to break the glass?

“Take it out of my cut.” She growls.

He arches his eyebrow, “What the hell is up your craw?”

“Nothing. I’m allowed to be mad.”

“Okay. So what the fuck are you so pissed about?”

She grinds her teeth together. “You.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!” He pushes himself away from the car and looks up as rain drops start pinging on the cars in the lot.

“That’s the problem.” She folds her arms over her chest.

He looks agitated, “I’m not playing this game. I’m not playing the pronoun game where you say something cryptic and then we play twenty questions until you finally tell me what’s got you so pissed. You want to tell me; then tell me.  We need to get inside before this damn rain hits us. Come on.”

Lightning illuminates the parking lot and the rain starts pouring down on them. He grabs her hands and jerks her off the car, trying to drag her back into Jed’s, but she resists. She doesn’t want to go back inside, she’s angry and she doesn’t care about the rain.

“I’d rather play in the darkness, thank you.” She snips pulling her hands away and planting her feet. There’s this rush in her ears, screaming at her to push all of his buttons. Make him pay for all the pain he caused her, so she picks words that’ll bring up bad memories.

He advances into her space, much like he did in those Mexican motels, when she’d challenge him and he’d reach by her to collect his drugs. This time his eyes aren’t angry, there’s almost a softness to them as he gets so close she can feel his body heat, despite the chill of the rain. “What is wrong? What didn’t I do? You gotta talk to me.”

She has to look up when he’s this close, he’s got a few inches on her and it used to intimidate her, but those days are long gone. “You were going to let her kill you.”

“Who? The guard at the bank? She never even touched her gun. I had…”

“Amaru.” She digs her nails into her palms, she hates saying that name out loud. “You didn’t even resist when she tried to try to take your soul. You were going to let her kill you.”

He blinks and whether it’s from the rain or her words she isn’t sure. “It’s not like I knew what was happening.”

“Bullshit.” She calls him out, jamming her finger into his chest. “You felt exactly what she was doing and were going to let her. I could hear you, thinking some twisted idea about how you deserved it.”

“I did. I did deserve it.” He growls looming over her now, but not touching. “All that shit I put you through. I deserved…”

“Well I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve to watch you die. You think I wanted to watch that?” He steps back slightly but she advances back into his space, not letting him get away. “Do you have any idea how that felt?!? Her laughing in my mind about you being a sacrificial lamb! Do you know what it would have done to me to watch you die? How my heart would have broken…”

His hands are suddenly buried in her hair and his mouth is on hers insistent, demanding more with every inch he takes. The rain is pouring down now, but she barely feels it. All can she feel is his heat. He’s alive and he’s here. She grabs his tie to pull him closer and moans as he forces his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. One of his hands leaves her hair and grips her hip, pulling her flush with him while he backs her up against the car. She gasps as his mouth finds her neck, biting and mouthing his way down as one of his hands slips under her shirt.

The rain is soaking them, but she doesn’t care. She wants this…She just wants. She’s achy and needy and her body feels so raw as he pours all of his energy into her like a electricity. She’s hot and cold all at the same time and she just doesn’t know what to do with all of it. She’s hungry and there’s this overpowering emptiness that needs to be filled. She wants to feel this, feel him. How can she be mad at him one moment and letting him grope her the next. Maybe she’s just going mad. Richie told her once that love is the ultimate insanity and the cure for it all wrapped up together. All she knows is that she needs Seth and everything he’s giving her. She digs her nails into his shoulder as she pushes herself back up on the trunk.

“Tell me to stop.” He snarls against her ear, there’s a low, dangerous quality to his voice that she forgot he had, but instead of scaring her it makes her grind against him. She wants all of him, the dangerous part, the gentle part…she wants all of it. She wants him. “Tell to me stop, Kate.”

She doesn’t.

Great prompt so much fun! Thanks for it, anon. Love to my Loves.

anonymous asked:

Prompt nine Seth Rollins Imagine

Prompt: “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

You thought going on tour with Seth would be great, you’d get to see more of your boyfriend and what he does as well as spending some much needed alone time together. Well you thought wrong. Yes you got to see Seth perform and you did get to spend more time together but being the goofball he is Seth forgot to mention when booking the hotel that you were coming. So here you were lay in bed trying to sleep while Seth and Cesaro were sat on their respective beds watching some dumb tv show, grumbling you turn over to face Seth and scowl at him from under the duvet. Glancing to his right when he hears you move he sees the scowl on your face.

“What’s up buttercup?” brushing some hair out of your eyes he shimmies down the bed to be eye to eye with you.

“You forgot to book us a private room.” You mutter, not wanting to sound rude in front of Cesaro, you loved Cesaro like a brother but you just wanted some alone time with your man.

“I know I’m sorry. By the time I realised the hotel had ran out of rooms, I promise when we go to the next city we will have our own room.”

“We better.” You let a small smile slip as you crossed your arms under the duvet casing Seth to smile. He wrapped one arm around you, pulling you into him, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You both sighed into kiss and you gripped the fabric of Seth’s shirt trying desperatly to feel even closer to him. You swipped your tongue along his bottom lip and Seth parted his lips slightly so your tounges could meet. Both of you moaned at the contact and you moved your hand up into his hair whilst his hand moved down to grip the flesh of your ass.

“You could of asked me to leave guys.” Pulling apart you both blush and Seth rolls over to face Cesaro.

“Hey sorry man. What else do you want me to do. She’s too hot.” Grinning cheekily at Cesaro they both let out a chuckle as you slap Seth on the back of the head.

“Ow. Hey what was that for!” Seth grummbled rubbing the back of his head slightly now turning back to face you.

“Because you’re a damn idiot thats why.” Chuckling you sit up and stretch contemplating whether these 2 idiots would let you sleep.

“I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.” And with that he gripped you tightly, nuzzling his nose in your neck causing you to giggle.

“Oh yeah. We will see after I banish you from the bed.” Smirking you push Seth towards the end of the bed and he props up on one arm giving you a hurt expression.

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” 

“Well I just did. So bye bye.” You chuckled and playfully waved at him as you used your feet to push at his side casing him to eventually topple over the edge of the bed, landing with a thud. Cesaro was looking at the two of you shaking his head in disbelief at the scene that was happening in front of him. Seth poked his head over the edge of your bed and you chuckle at his pouting face.

“Where the hell am I supposed to sleep?! “

“With Cesaro.” You smirk turning over to face away from them. “And if you try and sneak back in I will withhold sex for a whole month.” You heard Seth gasp and Cesaro chuckled, almost falling off his own bed from laughing so hard.

“Well then cuddle buddy guess it’s just you and me.” Cesaro joked patting his bed.

“Fineeeee. But I swear to God if I wake up and you’re spooning me I will end you.” Settling on the covers of Cesaro’s bed he looked across at you, seeing how your breathing had evened out he knew you’d gone to sleep. He couldn’t help but feel guilty at his mistake, him lying on Cesaro’s bed while you slept alone was not how he imagined spending his first night with you.


That morning Seth woke up before everyone trying to figure out a way to make it up to you. Looking at he room service menu he decided to order some food and wake you up with breakfast in bed and then take you out to explore the city together. Cesaro woke up just as Seth had finished ordering the room service.

“Hey I’m gonna head out to the gym early. Give you two some privacy .”

“You don’t have to do that man…”

“No I don’t. But I want to. I know you felt guilty last night so enjoy some time together while you can.” Smiling at his buddy Cesaro headed into the bathroom to change before grabbing his things and leaving. Looking over to you Seth smiled. He loved how you looked in the morning, no make up, peaceful and happy and your hair framing your face just right. Smiling to himself he makes his way over to you, gently crawling up the bed to hover above you, leaning down he brushes his nose against yours chuckling when you scruch it up in your sleep. Leaning down once more he starts peppering kisses all over your face. You slowly flutter your eyes open to see Seth’s deep brown ones staring back at you. “Good morning.” you mutter as Seth captures your lips in his.

“How did you sleep?” Seth asks trailing kisses down your jaw.

“Alright, was lonely without you.” you pout at him making him kiss you once more.

“Well you were the one who banished me babe.”

“I knoowwww. But you looked pretty comfy with Cesaro spooning you.” Smirking you see his face flush and you hear him mutter under his breath.

“I’m going to kill him.”

Looking around the empty room you notice the man in question is nowhere to be seen.

“Speaking of Cesaro where is he?” you gently rub Seth’s sholders admiring how the faint light in the room illuminated around him.

“He left early to go to the gym so we could have some privacy.”

“Oh really. So what did you have in mind?” Seth smirks cockily at you, damn him for knowing that was a turn on of yours.

“Well I ordered some room service which should be here any minute. Then I thought we go out and explore the city together before we leave tonight.”

“That sounds good but I have something else planned for us if that’s all right.”

“Oh yeah and what would that be?” You use all your strenght to flip the two of you over so you were now stradling Seth. Leaning down you give him a passionate kiss, the sudden change in pace causing him to gasp, allowing you to gain the upper hand and slip your tongue into his mouth. You both contuinued to make out as Seth’s hands wondered up and down your body realising how much he’d missed you when a knock at the door interupted you two making Seth grumble.

“Bloody room service why couldn’t they have been late for once.” Flinging the door open Seth takes the food, literally tossing it onto the side and slamming the door in the poor staff memebers face. Pushing you back down on the bed Seth resumes the kiss.
“That’s it no more interuptions.”

Prompt from this list.


Elite Farting Men’s Association, Saga 2 pt.1

Jeffery awoke to the coziness of his bed. For one year he and Ben had lived together and the romance never died. Nor did the gas. In fact, Ben’s gas has increased ten fold. Despite shooting 5 loads last night Jeffery’s cock was rock hard and throbbing. His love for Ben’s farts had practically grew into a dependence, and boy could Ben deliver. Even in his sleep Jeffery heard a hiss of air exit his boyfriend’s ass as a scent of rotten eggs and musk filled the air. Jeffery’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began to stroke his cock. It was heaven. Jeffery had been in heaven for the past year. After another strong sniff Jeffery began jacking off harder before he heard it… BBBBRRRRAAAAAAARRRPPPPPPPFFFFFTTTTTTsssssssssssssssssBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!! Holy hell it was loud! Ben was still sound asleep as the monster fart left his rear. Jeffery’s nose was treated to one of the foulest smells his boyfriend had ever produced… and for a boyfriend who makes a living torturing super villains with his farts… that says something. Ten more seconds of stroking and Jeffery shot his load. Then the moaning occurred. Such loud moaning from Jeffery. Ben woke up and yawned as Jeffery was still orgasming from his release. Ben grabbed his boyfriend’s cock and laughed. I guess someone already had some fun this morning. Ben starting tugging at Jeffery’s half flaccid cock and said “my turn”. Jeffery’s moans got louder. Ben climbed on Jeffery’s stomach with his ass pointed into Jeffery’s chest. That’s when the real farting began. Ben playfully sighed and cooed with each rip and blast that exited his ass. Jeffery’s cock began to take life again against Jeffery’s control. Ben was in control now. The whimpering began as Jeffery began to sweat. The heat in the room began to intensify as Ben’s gas permeated the room, in fact, the whole house possibly reeked of his gas at this point. Trickles of sweat ran down Jeffery’s face and legs as Ben’s gas showed no signs of stopping. Ben’s stroking got harder as Jeffery screamed. “Enough of that screaming Mr. J.” Ben stuck his ass backwards into Jeffery’s face and muffled the noises coming from Jeffery. Jeffery was now in a familiar position. Face deep in Ben’s ass being force fed his gas. Jeffery had to admit, although it was torture, Jeffery lived for Ben’s gas. He was having the time of his life. The smellier he got the more desperate Jeffery got to get more whiffs of Ben’s farts, and his gassiness was out of this world. He began to fantasize about the evil masterminds that suffered behind the ass he lusted after so strongly. His cock shot again as Ben continued ripping blasts of air into Jeffery’s face. “I’m done done yet baby…” Ben was on a role. Jeffery’s balls began to ache but the show had to go on. Ben hopped up and sat his butt down on Jeffery’s cock. pressing it backwards so it aimed towards Jeffery’s face. Jeffery’s leg began to twitch, his stomach began to feel queasy, and his pulse began to race at the thought of a round three so early in the morning. The farting continued. The grinding began. Ben had full control over Jeffery’s body. He could make the guy’s entire body smell of his gas for weeks if he wanted to. One day he was gonna do that… but not today. Today marked another round of training at the EFMA camp. Every month Seth brought Ben back for some training at their base. Jeffery stayed home and tried to pass the time. “Just a few more baby! Let’s make the most of it, I’ll be gone for a week.” Ben blasted a few more farts into Jeffery’s cock and it shot another load, this time into his own face. Ben laid on top of a huffing and panting Jeffery. He wiped the sweat, cum, (and tears) from his face and began to rub it all over Jeffery’s chest. “It’ll only be a week… then we get married in two days after.” Ben kissed Jeffery on the lips and Jeffery smiled and pulled Ben closer onto his chest. Stroking his hair and kissing his forehead as many times as he could before Ben had to start packing. These goodbyes killed him every month.

“MMMMPPPPHHHH!!! MMMPPPHHH!!!! NNMMPPHHH!!!” Alex and Drew sat perched on Nathan’s face as they ripped fart after fart. Both guys were stuffed with Chef Luis’s chili and the gas was popping out of them. For ten minutes they had to fart as many times as they could. Cody started about twenty five minutes before. His farts are notoriously long, huge, violent. His number was a measly 150. However the smallest fart he had ripped was still over 5 seconds long. “Cody, you gotta work on some anal control bro! What if you need to knock out a man in a crowded restaurant and you don’t want the whole establishment passing out?” Seth was trying to coach one the most flatulent men in the group on subtlety. Randall too got about 152. Which was great because Seth set the rule that if you lost to Cody you had to endure every EFMA member’s gas in a dutch oven that night. “Ben will be here too boys, so you don’t want to have to deal with that guy’s gas either.” Seth smiled as the twins looked scared. “Maybe he’ll be the one under the sheets?” Cody laughed and pantomimed farting on Ben’s face, wafting his nose to indicate that he let out an SBD. The guys laughed until they realized he did. The smell started to choke the members of EFMA out. “We just ventilated the room Cody! DAMMIT! Save it for Dr. Jiles’ face!” Dr. Jiles was a Pharmaceutical Sales Rep. However, his pills were rarely real. Most of them were placebos that were cheap in price. Hundreds have died from lack of medication, thousands have gotten more ill. The money Jiles has made from the sales of these drugs made him billions. The doctors at first knew they were buying fake drugs at a low price. Then Jiles blackmailed them; if they didn’t continue buying from him and only him they’d lose their license for malpractice. The trick was he’d jack up the price (heavily) after that. He was committing mass murder. The government set a rule for EFMA, Dr. Jiles could be brought in dead of alive. The string of 10 to 20 doctors that went along with his scheme would have to be brought in alive. “Can we quit now Seth?!? It stinks in here!” Drew was gagging and Alex had his shirt over his nose. Cody’s SBD was still intoxicating the room. “Yeah! We’re already at 200 a piece! It’s only 7 minutes in” Alex was almost in tears. “Go ahead fellas. You’re good to go. I’ll show you how a real farter handles this competition.” Seth dismissed the other guys to the outside as Seth stayed inside with Nathan. Nathan was in near tears from the smell of Cody’s still ever pungent SBD. “Nathan… was Cody’s fart… stinky?” Seth caressed his face as Nathan whimpered a yes. “Well fella. How about I make THAT stink go away?” Seth perched his butt upon Nathan’s face and farted at least 2 times a second. Nathan was happy to have a new smell to sniff for at least the first minute. But minutes in he began to thrash. “Too much for you Nathy?” Don’t worry… it’ll be over soon.“ Seth guided his hand down to Nathan’s shaft. "And look at what we have here… our big boy friend is growing so fast…” Nathan moaned into Seth’s cheeks as Seth was at over 700 farts by the first 5 minutes. The guys looked bewildered from the other side of the glass. Seth’s ass muscles had control. Pushing that many times in a row for farts had to be difficult, but Seth made it look like a cake walk. “PPHHHBBBBBBBBBRRRTT!” The guys howled as they heard it. Nathan let out a fart of his own. “Silly guy! Your EFMA audition was over last year. You’re just a sniffer now. PPPPHHHHRBTT! PHHRRTT! PHBRT! Nathan was a good farter, but Seth needed greatness. The last half of the contest Seth ended his run at over 1270 farts in ten minutes. "See Cody? I could have let that fart continue into one long ten minute fart if I wanted to” Nathan began to moan and orgasm from Seth’s threat as he talked to the guys from the window. “But it’s all about control dude! As for this guy…” Seth grabbed Nathan’s cock and gave it a tight squeeze. His hard on shrunk but he was still on the verge of shooting his load. “You got release 5 times yesterday, you need a break sexy man…” Seth quickly caressed the head of the shaft for a few seconds and stopped. Nathan was wheeled away on the table he was strapped to. Seth returned shortly after with another table. Caleb.

“Okay men, next challenge: smell. Our new sniffer Caleb has grown rather fond of our gaseous emissions. Our goal is to make him struggle to get free. If you can make a fart fetishist struggle and buck, your gas is rank enough to take on villains that’ll hate it!” Seth looked at the men still outside the window scurrying out of the watch room gagging and coughing. “UGH! Cody has this challenge down today Seth…” Drew looked teary eyed from the SBD that Cody released. “He’s already gonna win man! How are we gonna challenge him?” Alex started complaining to Seth while coughing and choking on the remnants of Cody’s gas. “Alex, Drew, you both are the lightweights in terms of smell. So whichever two of you will lose this challenge must face Cody’s ass tonight in a dutch oven. The other one… for your complaining… will face my special guest…” Seth smirked an evil grin as he started the competition.

Randall had already seated himself upon the face of Caleb. Caleb was sniffing up every fart he could as it exited Caleb’s rear. Seth brought in some fart fuel… hard boiled eggs… for the men to eat. “Randall’s time had already started, however if we were gonna plan a stink out, we need to prepare. Randall’s time will just be a little low. He may have to face my ass tonight if he DQ’s and doesn’t make little Caleb suffer.” Seth giggled and smacked his rear as Randall gulped at the thought. Randall began to grind his ass against Caleb’s face to make Caleb struggle. “haha! Look at that, he’s using some different techniques.” Seth looked surprised at Randall’s savvy behavior. Caleb remained stoic for a good while and sniffed obediently until Randall began to bounce. The pressure on his head made him scream in pain. He was trying to wiggle free from Randall and Seth ended the fight at 5 minutes and 10 seconds.  "Valiant effort Randall… but did I mention the DQ would be 5 minutes?“ Seth licked his lips and bit them seductively. Randall was in for a smelly night.

PPHHBBBRRTT!!! Drew let out a fart that echoed in the room. Caleb sniffed it up loudly. "He loves it Drew! Keep going!” Seth cheered and applauded. “Grind him man!” Randall yelled. Drew gently grinded Caleb’s face and Caleb began to moan in pleasure. “I’m not sure that really counts Drew.” Seth chuckled and looked at the timer; 3 minutes. It was though Drew was in a daze. He wanted to be seductive like Seth, rough like Randall, and rancid like Cody, but he just sat there, confused on what to do. The more Drew ripped ass in Caleb’s face the more Caleb sniffed and swallowed his fumes. “Time!” Seth stopped Drew. Alex pushed him off and laughed. Seth stroked Drew’s hair and kissed his cheek. “I feel sorry for you tonight sexy.”

Alex’s ass smelled RANK. The already soured shorts held in an odor that Caleb inhaled with gusto. He sniffed and sniffed and sniffed until Alex plugged his nose, and sat on his open mouth, filling Caleb’s throat with what felt like gallons of gas. Just then a new voice entered the room: “What’s up bros?!?” Ben was back! “We’re watching to see if you get to dutch oven this twin or that one…” Seth tickled Drew’s neck while holding him tight. Alex made Caleb beg and buck for actual air. Once he got it and sniffed in Alex ripped another fart causing Caleb’s nostrils to burn. He gagged in shock. “Time: Four and a half minutes, Drew goes with Cody, Alex with Ben.” Seth looked at Ben and smiled. It was Ben’s turn to go. Ben stared at his old Sophomore college roommate and felt weird, he was pretty much held against his will to sniff farts. “Why isn’t he with Kelly?” Ben asked. “Kelly dumped him, he was staying with Johnny but he got a whiff of Cody and decided to be his fart slave. True romance right there bro!” Seth giggled as he told the story of how Caleb went from a newly wed to a fart cushion. Ben planted his cheeks on Caleb’s face and a silent stream of gas hit his nose. Caleb screamed, Caleb gagged, the guys wondered what was happening until the smell hit them. “GOD! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!” Drew cried. Alex was beginning to think that maybe losing that challenge was a better choice. Even Cody and Seth were wiping away tears from the burning stink. “PHEW! That’s pretty pungent there Benny Boy!” Seth walked over to Ben and gave him a smack on the ass. “I didn’t even start the clock.” Seth stared seductively into Ben’s eyes as Ben turned away and continued blasting Caleb. Ben was a taken man and wouldn’t be swooned by some other man.
Cody had to retaliate. Ben wasn’t gonna just come in and steal all his glory. He ripped a silent fart as well, meters away from Caleb’s face. Seth noticed an odor in the air. With a gang of deadly farting men it was obvious one of them had farted, but this was different. “AHHHHH!!! GET ME OUT! LET ME GO!!!” Caleb was begging for mercy and crying for relief. “Not even sitting on his face and our poor Caleb is crying from Cody’s fart. Nice one Codes!” Seth congratulated Cody for the only way he knew how to beat Ben in this fart off. Sure, Ben instantly made Caleb gag, but in no way shape or form did Ben suffocate him from across the room. “Dang Cody that’s strong! but don’t worry, a little EFMA training in me and I’ll get ya gooooood!” Ben teased Cody who stoically began to chew on as many farty foods as he could for the rest of the night. Drew looked worried. Cody was gonna kill him.

“MMMPPHHHH!!! MMMAAAAAAAMPH! Drew was trapped. Cody curled up in bed with his favorite unwashed boxer briefs and tied Drew’s head to his ass. Drew’s face was stuck in between Cody’s cheeks with only the thin pair of rank boxers separating him from a worse hell. But it was hell. Under those covers reached over 100 degrees. The smell burned like fire, and the gas only magnified the heat and stank with each rip. Cody was letting out farts in his sleep comparable to any of the thousands of blasts he’s let out in his time at EFMA. He didn’t even have to try to be gassy, it just slipped out of him naturally. Every breath Drew inhaled was met with a new wave of gas. Some farts hissed out, some rattled like earthquakes, some sounded like fog horns. Drew was crying, Cody was smiling in his dreams.

"So, do you just fart on him all day?” Alex sat under the covers moderately close to Ben’s ass. “Like, what do y'all do in a day?” “We do everything together, he’s my best friend” Ben smiled thinking about Jeffery. “And yes, I gas him out quite good… he can still shoot loads without touching himself.” Alex was still confused about Ben’s relationship with Jeffery. BBBRMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!! Ben let loose with a bomb, a Ben Bomb. The covers were tucked in tight and Alex was stuck with the stink. “UGH! Dude! You said you were gonna go easy on me!” Alex cried out. “I know, you don’t wanna see me going hard on you. BBBRRMMPHHHH, BBRRRRMMPPPHHH!! PHHRBBBAAARRRRBBBTTTT!!! "DUDE! That last one wasn’t mine!” Ben laughed. “Ugh! It’s that meal chef made! I still have gas from it.” Alex was bloated and stuck under the sheets with more gas than just Ben’s. “Dude! You’re getting pretty rank! I guess marriage does that to a guy?” Alex laughed between gags. “Yeah… soon I’ll be married, but not yet… when I do get married…are you sure you wanna test my gas?” Ben teased his helpless little slave.

Seth laid in bed as Randall exited the restroom in his sleepwear. “I’m ready Seth…” Randall looked scared, but confident that he could survive. “Oh, just lay in bed with me tonight… above the covers…” Seth was sad. He wasn’t in his dominant mood as he usually held. Deep in thought, he sat at the top of his bed as Randall climbed in and sat with him. Seth began to stare. Randall tried to converse. “You’ve been gassing up the bed already? haha!” Randall wafted a hand in front of his face joking with Seth, but Seth remained depressed. “You like him?” Randall said the magic words. “I like him” Seth choked on the words. “And I sent him away with a guy in this big beautiful mansion and that makes me an idiot right?” Seth looked at Randall for the first time that night. “Love is a crazy thing buddy… sometimes it just doesn't… WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!?!?” Randall was hit with a toxic odor. Seth gave his first smile of the night. “You’re lucky to be above these covers, but I promise you it’ll still STINK!” Seth curled up for bed, ass facing the direction of Randall. “Oh, Randall?” Seth chimed in. Randall responded with a “huh?” as the gas started to make him lose consciousness. “Nathan’s pretty hot too right? Maybe he’s who I’m supposed to be with… Randall?” Randall was out like a light.

The alarm rang loud and clear the next morning. It was mission day. Seth, Ben, and Cody made their way to the board room rested, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Drew, Alex, and Randall looked like crap. The twins looked hung over while Randall just looked sweaty… like he needed some “alone time” to handle some… hard… business that was distracting him. “Okay men! I hope breakfast was filling, but we’re not done yet. That was just the appetizer… today is SERIOUS business.” Seth made the guys eat a minimum of a dozen eggs this morning, with beans, Brussels sprouts and a high fiber oatmeal. The guys were ready to pop. “you won’t believe this! this morning I pulled Drew out from Cody’s butt… and fuck Codes you STANK!… well…” Seth was keeping the guys on edge with this conversation. “Drew CRACKED the code to Dr. Jiles’ security system in his home. He’s ours!”

Dr Jiles was a scrawny mild tempered man. You’d be crazy to suspect him of selling fake drugs to doctors. But here they were, 5 doctors and Jiles discussing raising drug prices for the sick, who in turn pay money and die in the care of these neglectful doctors… all in the name of profit.

“My yacht is already a year old! Is my family really supposed to sail on a yacht that’s outdated?” One doctor was fussy. “They said times are getting hard. I had to tell my daughter she couldn’t get that 5th mustang she wanted. I told her maybe next year she’d be able to have all three colors… but then we’d need to get the newest models in all 5.” The doctors were all complaining about petty things until one spoke up. “I just want to make sure I have the funds so my own brother won’t get sick again…” The doctors paused and looked at the new guy in a strange way. His parted black hair and pretty boy blue eyes made him look more like a model than a doctor. “Are there any known side effects to the fake drug?” The young man asked. “Not at all, it’s a fake sugar pill, nothing, it won’t even cure the diseases at hand.” Dr Jiles acted annoyed by his question. The young man re-positioned himself in his seat before interrupting Jiles’ diatribe. “I’ve been experiencing some BAD side effects on this one.” “YOU TRIED IT?!?! Why would you try a SUGAR PILL?!?” Dr Jiles had lost his cool, the doctors began to laugh at the model like doctor when a rancid odor hit their noses. “It gives me really bad gas, but of course, just about anything can give me really bad gas. It makes it easier to tell you that you’re all under arrest. The doctors watched as the young man flashed a badge. Cody. The men tried to run away as Cody kicked two doctors in the crotches and grabbed the other two (plus Jiles) by the arms to suffocate them with his gas. PPPPPPPPBBBRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!! Jiles broke free after the first rip as 4 doctors were on the floor either passed out, crying, or dying on fumes of one of the most lethal EFMA members ever. "I’ll get your ring leader later. I have some treats for him. As for you four, I’m gonna fart PPPPPPPPPPBBRRRRRRRRRRRRT and fart BBBRRMMPPPPHHH!!! and fart BBBRRRMMMPPPPHH!!! Until all this nasty clean oxygen is replaced with the rancid gas from my guts.” PPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Three doctors were knocked out limp as Cody gave his full attention to the 4th one. “That 5th mustang will have to wait a lot longer where you’re going.” Cody’s SBD went on for minutes as he watched the man fade into unconsciousness.
Dr. Jiles sprinted, knocking over tables slipping on hardwood floors and spilled vodka from prior dinner parties. He made it to his limo and hopped in the driver’s side seat. “Turn on you dumb piece of shit!!!” His voice cracked as he thought he heard Cody rip another fart from across the mansion. The keys cranked, he put it into reverse and pushed the gas. It wasn’t moving! Suddenly a window rolled down… but Jiles wasn’t pressing any buttons. Two butts emerged from the passenger’s side door. Alex and Drew began to fart and waft. The Driver’s side windows rolled down. “How are these things rolling down?!?!? I’m not pressing the buttons. How are you operating this machinery?!?!?!” Jiles was scared as Ben and Randall’s butts emerged as they too began to gas out the front of the limo. Seth emerged, rolling down the window of the back seat. “Hello Jiles… I hope this doesn’t inconvenience you, but Randall took the tires off your ride for some repairs. Once he installs them back on and you lose consciousness I’m sure we’ll be able to drive you back to prison, haha!” Jiles began to scream as Seth grabbed his head from the back seat and pushed it into Ben’s ass. Jiles coughed and sputtered as Ben let out some deep rumbling blasts that sounded like they hurt to come out. “WAASSAAAPP Playas!!?!?” Cody came into the garage rubbing his bloated belly and stripping off his medical scrubs. His tiny speedos were all that was left on his body. “Codes! Trade places with Randall so he can fix Dr. Jiles’s limo!” Seth climbed into the front seat and pulled Dr. Jiles into Drew’s ass: PPPPPPBBBRRRRRRPPTTHH!!!! Then into Alex’s ass: BBRRRRRRRMMMMMPPHHHHHH!!! Then Seth slapped Jiles on the face as hard as he could and carried him over to Cody’s butt. Cody smiled as he finally got his opportunity to gas out the man who ran away from him. PPPRRRRRBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! “Now it’s my turn… nighty night doc.” Seth’s ass unleashed a burning, hissing blast of gas that brought tears to Dr. Jiles eyes. Sweat began to hit his brow as he began to choke. Seth pulled out some rope and tied his hands together. Jiles was knocked out. “Okay men! Get in the limo! We’re taking this man to the cops!” But before that could happen they heard sirens. “The cops…” Alex muttered. The police busted through the garage and spotted them. “FREEZE! You’re all under arrest!” Ben was worried. How underground was EFMA? A public arrest could end it all. Torturing men both villainous and innocent with gas? He could get years in jail. Seth popped out of the limo and with his arms raised, one of the cops… the chief… told them all to put their hands down. “What are you guys doing here?” The chief asked. “We’re nabbing Dr Jiles… I was gonna call you, honest. 4 doctors are in the boardroom across the hall.” We got em’ just like you wanted.“ Seth looked worried because the Chief wasn’t looking too thrilled and told his team to head on back. "Who are they?” The rookie demanded an answer. “They’re our friends Patrick. Beyond that, none of your business, go home.” The cop car drove away and Bruce looked into the limo. He gagged on the smell coming from the inside. “GOD! Y'all have gotten awful.” Seth bit his lip and laughed at the cop. Dr. Jiles, you’re under arrest, however we may reduce your sentence if you tell us the 5 Doctors that met with you today. Confirm them all. “They’re inside, I was disguised as one, so that should be 4 inside” Cody pointed, but Bruce wasn’t reacting. “Three are inside. All dead, throats slit and bleeding out. So one of them are alive, since you aren’t covered in blood… and I know you know better… we’ve got a murder on our hands by what should be known as an evil doctor.”

Jeffery was fixing dinner when he heard a noise from the carport. It crashed and clunked random bottles and gadgets onto the ground. His heart raced as he felt in danger. Ben wasn’t supposed to be back for a few days. Are they targeting Ben? Have they held him hostage? Jeffery grabbed a bat from the closet and went for the attack. He swung open the door and saw a silhouette in the dark and swung. The bat was stopped bare handed by the shadowed man who pulled Jeffery in and grabbed him by the waist to throw him on the ground. Jeffery screamed and begged to be let go. He opened his eyes and saw his face… it was Ben. “Did ya miss me Fart Smeller?” Ben chuckled and remained perched on Jeffery’s stomach. “BEN! What the crap? I thought I was being robbed.” “Well, I can rob your heart if you want? The guys are gonna take us out for a bachelor party for our wedding day!” Ben was telling Jeffery other stuff, but all Jeffery could hear were loud butterflies. He didn’t know butterflies made noise, especially ones of the stomach, but they did. He was marrying his dream guy. Getting into a car with some of the gassiest men alive, and he could live happily ever after. “But first buddy boy… did you really think you’d be able to take me out with a bat? Time for your punishment! Take this one…” Ben positioned his rear end right on Jeffery’s head and ripped a decent sized fart. “I’ll blow that bat out of your hands with my ass gas someday. It’s only gonna get stronger baby!” Three more toots erupted from Ben, Jeffery’s cock was rock hard.

Chef Luis was driving the Hummer for the EFMA crew. The twins, Randall, Ben, Jeffery, Cody, and Seth were all dressed up and ready to party. “Before we begin, Jeffery! It’s time to play your first party game!” Seth tied a blindfold to Jeffery’s eyes and was told him he’d have to guess who farted in his face out of 6 possible choices. Jeffery would need 4 right to continue partying. The first EFMA member let out a rank fart that was sort of high pitched and short. “Umm… that one was… a twin!” “Which twin Jeffy?” Seth wasn’t gonna let him off that easily. “Umm… it’s Drew!” Seth removed the blind fold and Jeffery saw Randall’s ass in his face. “Wrong Jeffery! You only get 2 more strikes.” Jeffery was blindfolded again and smelled a rank odor. “God that one was bad dude!” Jeffery cried out. “We didn’t fart yet Jeff!” Ben laughed at his fiance’s predicament. His friends knew how to make an enclosed space stink! BBRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! “That’s Cody!!! Oh My GOD! That’s Cody!!!” Jeffery coughed and hacked at the odors he was subjected to. Seth took off the blindfold and Jeffery was correct. Cody’s farts were notoriously big and even more notoriously rank! Round three Jeffery sniffed a familiar smell, he kissed the ass as it let out a decent sized blast. “That’s my baby!” Jeffery cooed. Ben gave him a kiss on the cheek and they shared a kiss on the lips. “Okay, onto round 4!” Seth looked eager to continue. A deep, low volume rumbler hit Jeffery’s face and he began to feel a little sick. “That’s you Seth! I remember that smell from over a year ago.” Jeffery was correct again. “You have to admit it’s gotten even more rank right?” Seth wanted to have some sort of affirmation that his gas was getting worse. Jeffery assured him that his current smell was light years ahead of the smells that almost killed him during their first encounter. “You only need one more right Jeffery! Two more shots left!” The hummer was completely stained with the smell of farts, but Jeffery was in heaven. He didn’t even have to hide it. The guys knew he was a fart smeller. An airy, short fart escaped that felt warm to Jeffery’s face. He knew it had to be a twin. “Drew!” He guessed. It was Alex. The next one had to be easy, Drew was the only option left. It was another short crisp fart, it reeked. “This one has to be Drew!” Seth removed the blindfold and Jeffery saw that he was face to face with Cody’s butt again. “I finally taught this guy how to let out small farts! Isn’t that great Jeffery?” Seth smiled and pushed Drew next to Jeffery. Drew sat on Jeffery’s lap and let out the mother of all farts, 30 seconds of pure rotten eggs. “It’s a shame you kept thinking all the small farts were mine. I guess I need to prove myself to you huh?” The guys laughed at Jeffery getting the blunt of Drew’s gas. Even Ben. “Okay Jeffy, you lost, so we’re gonna party upstairs tonight, but you’ll party down stairs! Don’t worry, we have a few friends for you to chill with…

Ben’s bachelor party was outstanding! Drinks, snacks (including bean dip), and party music. "Hey fellas! What’s up?” Ben looked back to see a familiar face. “JOHNNY!” Johnny grabbed Ben by the head and ripped a fart. “Hey hubby! Long time no see!” Johnny sat in one of the chairs and they all reminisced about old times. “So, why does this chair have a hole in the seat?” Johnny asked the EFMA crew. Seth whispered a secret to Johnny who smiled and ripped a huge fart into the chair. “Perfect.” was all Johnny could respond with.

Jeffery awoke to two familiar faces. “Nathan! Caleb!” Jeffery was happy to see his two old roommates. “Caleb, how is life with Kelly?!?” Jeffery looked innocent as he asked the question. “It’s over man, I work for EFMA now. "You’re fighting crime with Ben?” Jeffery still didn’t understand. “We’re fart sniffers Jeff!” Nathan told him. Both Nathan and Caleb were test subjects to gallons of the men’s daily gaseous emissions. Jeffery was confused; he was also a little worried. Was his relationship with Ben the reason they were like this? Forced to inhale farts? Jeffery loved Ben’s gas, but Nathan and Caleb were never fart sniffers. Were they held against their will? “Seth’s gas smells great!” Nathan smiled. “Cody’s gas is powerful, sometimes I wonder if I survive, but I know I’m getting stronger when it doesn’t kill me.” Jeffery listened to both men go on and on about the guys’ farts in detail. “And I think MY gas has gotten better too!” Nathan ripped a decent 3 second fart followed by two quick rips that filled the basement room. Caleb laughed and let out a tiny toot. Jeffery leaned over and ripped a nice 2 second blast and soon the contest was on. The fart sniffers began farting and stinking up the small room with their stink. Nathan eventually won with 12 farts to Jeffery’s 7 and Caleb’s 3. The contest finale was quite unexpected. From the ceiling the guys heard a loud rumble. A fart. The smell invaded the guy’s noses and soon their smells were wiped out by one fart noise from the ceiling. “OH NO! It’s Johnny!” Caleb seemed afraid. Jeffery looked puzzled as to why Caleb was so afraid of Johnny’s gas, but Johnny had held him captive and prisoner for a year of his marriage to Kelly. There was a lot of bad blood. The floor began to rise up towards the ceiling, and the three guys began to nervously await their doom.

Up on the top floor the men were partying and laughing about how all their chairs were built in fart holes to their sniffers down stairs. PPPHHBBBRTTT!!! Alex ripped a fart that had the guys in hysterics. Seth pulled out a button and pushed it. “Their floor rises up to about 3 feet from the ceiling. They’re gonna be so close to all 7 of our asses in that small coffin shaped room that they’ll smell like our gas for YEARS!” Jeffery was face to face with Ben’s ass, and Ben let some loose.Jeffery faded out of consciousness rather quickly as he was also met with the smells of the other EFMA men. Combined it was toxic… Jeffery didn’t know if he’d be able to handle the power of these men… ever.

Ben and Jeffery slept inside the EFMA headquarters alone that night away from the team. Jeffery sat up and wrote a note for his lover…

Dear Ben,

These last few years have been incredible. My heart still melts when you walk into a room, and I feel the same about our friendship and love from the day we first kissed. But I can’t do this. I watch you go away on dangerous missions every month and I worry for a week that you’ll never come back. And when you do I’m unconscious for most of it. It’s killing me to watch you leave every night… and it kills me to leave you like this, but I’ve never been able to cry in front of people… I can’t start now. I kissed you goodbye tonight and I wish I could do that every night. I wish I could kiss you goodbye and you go on missions and I greet you like a happy puppy every time you returned. But I can’t, I’ve turned friends of mine into fart slaves, and I think I’m gonna be murdered every time I hear a crash in our garage.

I’ll never stop loving you,


Jeffery kissed his blond gassy guy goodnight, and walked out of the head quarters. Seth watched from afar and did nothing. Maybe because it was his chance… or maybe because it broke his heart just watching it.

Jeffery unlocked his home and settled in for the night, he knew he’d have to pack up his things as EFMA wouldn’t pay for him to live there anymore. But he’d get to that in the morning. His trip to bed was halted by a masked man with a knife. Jeffery fought against him and lost his balance. “Okay Ben! You win, but I can’t do this anymore *tears* I’m sorry, I can’t see you get hurt one day!” The man removed the mask and it wasn’t Jeffery. “WHO ARE YOU!!?!?!?!” Jeffery screamed. “Your worst night mare.” Jeffery was stuffed into a bag and taken on a trip. EFMA would have a ransom to deal with.

but i’m just really excited to see what a real dean/seth tag team could do?? like we’re going to get a match against sheamus and cesaro, for sure, which could easily be motn and blow the roof off the arena. we could get them against the club, and i know we’re all dying to see a proper 3-on-3 shield vs. club match but this could be great too. dean and seth vs. the revival! dean and seth vs. THE FREAKING HARDYS. just give me all of it tbh. the tag team division on raw could be downright amazing for the next few months if they play it right.


I’m having this dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake. And sometimes I’m not even sure if I’m ever actually waking up.