#this was sooo filthy

[epiphainie]

the way buck sounds soooo upset when tommy has to leave the bachelor party just doesn't leave my head. like ok pouty boy? he'll come back? he'll barge into the hospital covered in soot and still wearing his turnouts, hair a mess, eyes apologetic and he'll let you kiss him right there in front of god like you're claiming him. he'll kiss you back with the same fervor and he'll let you drag him to the room where your entire family and friends are and he'll let you call him your official date. he'll make it up to you. i promise. he'll be there. i promise. he'll be there because you asked.

[lorelune]

jing yuan does not enjoy putting you in objective pain however he does love/revel/crave your discomfort and more specifically, your embarrassment. he loves making you squirm and enjoys every moment that you flounder and stammer as he pokes and prods you verbally. god forbid you beg him to stop, or be nicer, or to go easier on you. you're fucked.

[voidcat]

baby vampire narumi who picks you to be one of his first...

you're easy on the eyes, pretty compliant looking and he's sure he has overheard you discuss with friends that you find the whole 'vampire scene' to be hot. easy prey, he thinks. and as a bonus, it'll be his stupid form of get back. him and you have never been on good terms and he just cannot wait to see the expression on your face when you realize the alluring, charming vampire that has approached you turns out to be the guy you've been looking down at and calling an idiot this whole time.

what he didn't account for- is that your approach from start to finish is too fishy... is that vampire fantasy perhaps not just a fantasy but an experience already? how come you seem to be one step ahead of him, what's with the gradual change in your demeanor that he otherwise wouldn't have noticed were he not looking forward to your absolute surprise-

until he realizes a little too late that the hunter has been the prey this whole time. sure, there were rumors of older vampires around, not just by years but experience too, master of some of the vampiric crafts or just the life of the night- nothing but pure, filthy, demonic blood coursing through their veins unless currently feeding on their latest course.

fangs glinting under the dim lights of the candles and pupils like two slits cutting through the night, narumi didn't account for the possibility of you being one of them, is all

[melljam]

zacks face during all of the Luxury

[hunnam]

[johaerys-writes]

PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA PZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YAY YAY YAY!!!!! I love them 🥹

[slightlyunconventional]

hello everybody. i have returned once again from my writing cave with a piece of what i can only call SHAME. this is the most self-indulgent thing i have ever produced it is pure filth (it's not really that bad) and it's also inspired by these tags from a reblog!! thank you kindly @choofeyrac :D this is dedicated to you

bound (a.k.a. k/az b/rekker is stubborn, i/nej possibly has the kink and im horny. enjoy)

K/az’s brain was saying one thing over and over - how in all hell did I get to this point? He was on his chair at his desk, blazer and waistcoat discarded on the floor, so he was simply in a crisp white shirt and black tie… with his hands tied behind his back. He was still in disbelief as to how and why he agreed to this. Cockiness had clearly got the best of him as he agreed to the bet I/nej proposed.

“Saints, Kaz, how many times have I told you to stop doing that?” she’d said, after a particularly prolonged fit of pinched-off stifles.

“More than I care to count. I’m fine,” he’d replied shortly, still sniffling.

Inej had raised an eyebrow. “You’re fine?”

He’d nodded.

“So those aren't seasonal allergies you’re suffering?” she had asked testily.

“That’s right.”

“You’re willing to bet on that?” Inej had felt rather playful that afternoon, so she’d pressed on.

Kaz had hesitated, then nodded again. “Alright.”

“Fine. Here, tomorrow evening. Seven bells exactly.”

Kaz had no idea what he had just gotten himself into, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to back down. Inej knew exactly what she wanted, and she knew she’d stop at nothing to get it.

To say Kaz was surprised when Inej was tying his hands together behind his back with a length of wide ribbon was an understatement. The gentle work of her fingers and the mist of her warm breath on his skin sent shivers up his spine. He was sure he felt her weave the satin into a bow - was it a mockery or an indulgence? Admittedly, he wasn’t particularly opposed to it either way.

Inej left the room, leaving Kaz to wonder what to do or even think. He felt rather ridiculous, hands tied, sitting at his desk in an empty room. How in all hell did I get to this point? Moments later, Inej returned with a sizable bouquet under her arm. She kicked the door shut and slid the lock into place.

“Worried yet?” she asked teasingly.

“Not at all.”

Inej smirked. “You might want to loosen your tie,” she said, nodding toward his chest.

Kaz paused, regarding her. He knew she was waiting for him to crack, but he wasn’t about to give in this early.

“I think I’ll be fine,” he said, tone flat and calm as ever.

“Suit yourself.”

Kaz folded one leg over the other, leaning back slightly in his chair as comfortably as his bound hands allowed him. He watched as Inej placed the large bunch of flowers onto the desk in front of him. He remained composed, glancing down at the flowers then back up at Inej. She simply watched.

It would be a lie if Kaz said he wasn’t at least somewhat bothered by the flowers on the desk - they were barely two feet in front of his face, for Saints’ sake. There was the faintest trace of an itch somewhere deep in his sinuses, but that wasn’t coming to fruition if he had anything to do with it. His eyes were already watering. Maybe this won’t be as easy as I expected, he thought.

“Nothing?” Inej said with a slight smile, “What a shame.”

Kaz narrowed his eyes. What was she trying to do?

“I hoped those flowers and all that tiny, tickly pollen would have at least done something to you,” she said in mocking pity, “Just imagine it all - so close to that sensitive nose of yours, feeling in every single corner, making you really, really want to-”

His breath caught.

“There it is,” Inej said, smiling. She hadn’t broken eye contact since placing the bouquet down.

Kaz refused to succumb. He ignored the stutter of his chest and the featherlike feeling in his sensitive nose. He dared a sniff, but instantly regretted it. Three staggering gasps escaped him as the fire in his sinuses grew.

“hhH-hUH-hhuUhH--!”

Inej stepped forward. “What was that?” she teased, “Need to sneeze?”

Kaz ignored her. She picked up the bouquet and sat on Kaz’s desk in its place, now holding the flowers in her lap. His chest was rising and falling quickly now with irritated, desperate gasps of breath. He did need to sneeze, terribly.

“You know you can just admit defeat now and save your dignity, right?” she said, knowing full well he wouldn’t.

Kaz drew in a deep, sharp breath, unable to hold back any longer. He quickly turned his head to the side, pressing the side of his nose awkwardly into his shoulder in a last ditch attempt at stifling.

“-hhaaAHH--huh’GNKT-shHUHh!”

“Still trying to be quiet, are we?” Inej teased, “How very polite of you.”

He fought not to roll his eyes. Inej leaned forward, and in turn so did the flowers in her lap. She whispered to him, mere millimetres from his face.

“I want you to sneeze for me.”

As if on command, a second sneeze burst from Kaz, harsh and uncovered.

“hAHh’aAHSCHHIEWw!”

Inej smiled in satisfaction. “There you go.”

He wasn’t done. The bouquet in her lap was wreaking absolute havoc as his breath snagged sharply once again.

“hhaAHDt-!!”

Nothing happened. Kaz sat in desperate anticipation, mouth open, eyes heavily lidded, nose scrunching up in tortured irritation. He felt a single allergic tear slip from his eye and down his cheek.

“Is it stuck?” Inej asked in that same pitying tone from before, “How about I help you out?”

Inej slid a single pink flower from the bouquet. Holding it by the stem, she trailed its head slowly and gently along the smooth ridge of Kaz’s right cheekbone. A few tiny hitching breaths, but no more.

“Still nothing? Hm.”

Inej led the flower and placed its head between Kaz’s eyebrows. She watched his desperation for a moment, before tracing the blossom slowly down the perfect slope of his nose. A bigger gasp. Inej was never one to leave a job unfinished - so she delicately tapped the reddened tip of Kaz’s nose with the flower. He recoiled, chest heaving.

“Hh-huhH-hhaAEHh---hAHH’HZZSCHHIEW! haH’ESSCHHHiew! hah-haHH’SCHHHUuh!”

Three violent sneezes, aimed directly downwards. The force of them bent him nearly in half at the waist and they left a fine mist of spray floating in the air. Inej breathed a quiet laugh, still leaned in close.

“I’ve never heard you sneeze like that before,” she said, almost incredulously.

“Are we done here?” Kaz asked breathlessly. Inej smirked.

“Done? We’re barely getting started.”

Inej caught the way the last drops of evening sun illuminated Kaz’s features; his coffee-brown eyes and positively destroyed nose - it was red-rimmed and damp around the edges, a state Kaz wouldn't be seen dead in otherwise. She was prepared to take all the remains of his dignity and leave them in smithereens on the floor. He was desperate, irritated, allergic, and he was under her command.

She turned back to the bouquet of flowers, scanning it. A small purple flower was selected, its petals coated in a fine layer of pollen grains, sure to reignite the embers in Kaz’s poor sinuses.

Turning back to face him, she murmured to Kaz, “Ready?”

He didn’t really have a choice. He nodded slowly.

“I don’t want to hear a sound,” she said, “hold it back for me.”

“You want me to do that without my hands?”

Inej nodded. She took Kaz’s nervous silence as an invitation to introduce the flower to his face. She trailed its tiny purple petals across his nose, sliding it down the bridge, using it to trace the rims of his nostrils. It left behind its miniscule particles of pollen. She had to admit his poor nose looked adorable scattered with the yellow traces.

It was barely moments before Kaz was hitching desperately again.

“Hahh…hAHh--!”

“Ah-ah. What did I say?” Inej said softly, her voice smooth and golden like honey.

Kaz’s eyes met hers in desperation. They were brimming with tears now.

“I-I… cah.. cahHIH’KTSCHHhiew! Hah.. haAHt- !”

Clearly Kaz was inexperienced at holding back hands-free. Inej pressed her forefinger firmly beneath his wrinkled nose. A sound escaped him - half a hitching breath, half a gasp of surprise.

“Hold it.” she said firmly.

To his credit, he really did try. He managed to regulate the next few sharp gasps, though his nose still burned with the fiery tickle, and his chest still stuttered with every tiny breath he took. Inej revelled in the image of him. He was at a total loss of control. It drove Inej crazy seeing the man she’d known to be the most pristine, sharp-cut, and composed thief in the whole of Ketterdam looking so desperate, so tortured, so incredible.

Her thoughts were cut off by Kaz’s harsh sneeze, the messy explosion crushed into her index finger.

“haH’GNKTSCHhuh! Guh… sorry.”

“Oh?” Inej cocked her head teasingly. “Sorry for what, pray tell?”

“For not- '' Kaz caught himself and closed his mouth, glaring as menacingly as he could through his allergic haze. He was still stubborn, despite having unravelled himself at his own desk in front of Inej.

She smiled. “Let’s try one more time. This time, I’ll keep the flower there, especially for you.”

He’d rather she didn’t do that. Inej picked the purple flower back up, trailing it in a figure-eight shape around his nostrils, watching its tiny grains of pollen cascade across Kaz’s reddened nose.

“H-hahh…”

“Careful there.”

Kaz repeatedly told himself he didn’t need to sneeze, didn’t want to sneeze.

“hh…ahHh-”

Inej softened her touch with the flower, tracing his nose with feather-light pressure. The itch intensified tenfold.

“Hold it for me,” Inej whispered again.

Kaz’s breathing stuttered.

“Hahh… haAHh.. p-pleahhse-!”

Inej froze. A sly smile split her face.

“What was that, Kaz?”

He could barely get a word in between heaving breaths. He shook his head.

“I won’t take no for an answer. Say that again.”

“I… ‘Nej, I-I… cah-cahhHn’t–!”

Inej was having the time of her life teasing him. “Use your words. You can’t what, Kaz?”

“C-cahh… haAHh–!”

Inej took this chance to gently poke one or two of the flower’s petals just barely inside Kaz’s nose. A sound escaped him that she never thought she’d hear - a hitch of breath so desperately vocal that it was bordering being a moan. Her face grew hot.

Kaz’s mouth was hanging wide open now, and tears were streaming down his face. He tried immensely to hold out for even just a few moments more, but it was to no avail.

��ahH’HKKSCHHIEW! hAH’SZZCHHUH! hhaAHH’SSCHIEW-ISCHHIEW-ISHHhiew!”

The sneezes volleyed through him mercilessly, tripping over one another and snapping him forward. He was forced to sneeze openly, messily, straight down into his lap, and they just wouldn’t stop. All Inej could do was watch in fascination.

“‘SCHHIEW! haH-hAHH’SZZSCHHh! hhH’ISCHHhuh!”

Kaz gestured as frantically as he could with his bound hands, hoping to signal to Inej for her to untie the ribbon. She hesitated, basking in his loss of control, but decided it best to free his hands. He’d been tortured enough. Inej went to his back, carefully undoing the bow and knots in the silky length of red ribbon. The very second the ribbon was gone, Kaz’s hands shot up to his face, slender fingers swiping away the remaining pollen that had scattered itself in and around his nose. He was still sneezing, rapid outbursts punctuating his every move.

“hAH’ISCHHhiew! ‘KZZSCHHHh!”

He tore open a drawer in his desk and produced from it a black handkerchief. Pressing it firmly to his face, he muffled a series of itchy-sounding sneezes before using it to blow his nose.

“huH’nNKSCHIEW! aH’DJSCHHh!”

Inej didn’t know someone so reserved even had the capacity to sneeze so loudly. Her face was still warm.

Kaz sighed, still constantly sniffling wetly.

“Right, you’ve-” He raised a single finger. “huHh..-haAH’IZZSCHHHiew! Saints. You’ve had your fun,” he said breathlessly, “now get out of my sights.”

“I think we’ll call that a win for me, don’t you think?” Inej said with a teasing smile.

Kaz rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

[slowlyvaliantmoon]

eegggghhhhhhhhhhhhh

[habibisagi]

need you to become a touya fucker STAT

MERC I CANNOTTTTTT HANDLE TOUYA BRAINROT RN I AM TOO MUCH OF A MESS ABOUT BLLK RN AS IS BUT...... THAT TOUYA-NII POST DID SOMETHING SOOO WICKED TO MY HEAD...... i need him YESTERDAY >_>

[officialpenisenvy]

sitting on a bus that has fuzzy fabric covered seats for some reason unknown to god and me. the choice not to have hard plastic easy to clean seats is frankly beyond me but i am growing accustomed to the thought of not understanding the depths of atac's reasoning.

[mrsoharaa]

I forgot how much I missed seeing the unhinged horny posts about fictional men on here lmaooo

[scoobydoodean]

As someone who grew up in a christian household with very christian and very republican relatives, it is very funny to me for someone to tell me that Dean and Lisa sleeping and living together outside of wedlock, being dual breadwinners, and parenting a child together born out of wedlock who isn’t even Dean's biologically, is about christian and republican values.

Simultaneously, when I am told in very thinly veiled terms that Dean and Lisa are damaged goods whose value as long-term romantic partners was ruined by their existing sexual/romantic histories, I am apparently not supposed to see christian/republican values in that take or think about the sexual purity lectures I got as a child at church comparing me to like a pearl or a rose or some shit getting dirtied by premarital sex until no one could want me anymore.

[fazcinatingblog]

oh yeah, the aflw pies won as well yesterday, it was a really good day

[amomentpassed]

shut the frontttttt door

[getosluts]

warnings: breeding k., pet names

husband!nanami kento who stares at you from afar like a stupid teenager with a crush and when you catch him he turns his head foward and focuses on something completely different as if he needed to hide it.

husband!nanami kento who doesn't walk with you without placing his hand somewhere on your body; holding your hand, your waist, placing his arm over your shoulders, locking his arms with yours...it doesn't matter, he needs to hold you somehow.

husband!nanami kento who got a huge baby fever when he saw you patting yuji's head with such a motherly smile and let his imagination run wild about you holding a little girl in your arms with his eyes and your nose.

husband!nanami kento who got touchier after that day, clingier, needier and when you decided to talk to him about it he hits you with a "you'd be such an amazing mother, sweetheart" making your heart flutter.

husband!nanami kento who now had you in missionary bellow him, kisses and marks being left on your neck and collarbones as his cock brushes against your cervix with every deep thrust, his filthy words coming out as pants and groans: "i'm go- ing to fuck a- ngh- baby into you" "goin' to look sooo- fuck- so beautiful carrying my- our baby, right, doll?" "you like that, huh? keeping me so deep, love"

husband!nanami kento who apologises if he was too rough as he massages your tired body in the bathtub, the feeling of his cum still inside you and you tease him, saying that you never thought he was this wild for breeding you, making him turn his head away in faux embarrassement as you chuckle.

[heesimp]

what if tagteam and cnc anon are one person? 😁 i have a lot of time scrolling lmao and im filthy so 😅

i welcome you nonetheless! don’t know why I imagined you as two people but who cares!!!! sex is sex and I welcome thoughts here