#leakin

[fictionkinfessions]

Roxas, Xion, Isa... I miss you all so much it makes me nauseous. Do you think of me like I think of you? I feel so... lost, and alone. Isa, I miss you especially - so, so badly. I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind me getting sentimental, ahah. - Axel/Lea

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[magickpancakes]

i like when people draw characters who are mysterious / dont have a canon appearence as shadowy figures. its pretty cool

[tojisun]

cant believe im in love w this fool

[acmeoop]

Beany & Cecil Coloring Book Cover Art (1962)

[kebarney]

IM SUPPOSED TO BE DOING WORK BUT TS IS TAKING ME OUT

@ilovelinkk

[real-hawkguy]

i have to leave in an hour to see if my car's ok

y'all send a prayer out for my sweet baby

[cannibalisticskittles]

i've been really good at getting things done for other people lately, tho

my whole SPED team is currently drowning -- except, somehow, for me. not that i was doing great for a good long while, as i've been dealing with a student who tried to hit me with chairs and stab me with scissors. i'm not where i want to be with assessments and groups because all of my planning time and after school time and even in class time was taken up with putting out behavioral fires and then documenting behavioral fires and figuring out what to do about it next instead of actually planning how to make the entire rest of the classroom go more smoothly

however. i am up to date on IEPs. and most days i know the gist of what i want to do the next day, even if the lack of planning time means that i can't go and obtain resources for that and i have to improvise solutions

so, i've been dropping by SPED classrooms to share what i know about various things -- and if i don't know the solution to something, turns out, lately, i know a very useful person who is an expert in that particular topic who can help you very quickly

and i have been helping with IEPs. providing guidance as to how the online program actually works, how it's formatted, which parts are for them to do and which parts are for other service providers to do, what kind of information the district wants us to provide in various areas, that sort of thing

it has the unfortunate impact of making me tired even on days when my students have behaved quite well, so then i'm slower to do my own things once i get home, but. oh well. i leaned on the other teachers for support so much my first year. now that ive started to gain my footing, it's really only right to start giving back

[ghostly-fulcrum]

MOXXXX YEESSSSH

These boys really need to jus fk

[modeus-the-misanthrope]

Shawn of the dead, at like age 9 or 10.

The zombies were a completely new concept to me and I was VERY uncomfortable with gore at the time.

[lieutenant-banks]

Backstory 02. Baby Blue Tie

Little backstory drabble. Cried writing it. 😭

Holly is approximatley 16 in this.

Tw: Death, police interaction inaccuracy (I did research I swear), not proof read ☺️👉👈

Her father watches his reflection in the mirror as he adjusts his baby blue tie, mumbling something in his thick scouse accent about the 'stupid fucking tie'. He glances at Holly, huffing. "Should I bother with the tie, kid?"

Currently recovering from giggling at her baby sister, Holly looks up, still wearing her school uniform. Tilting her head, she debates. A tie would make his outfit look smart. But no tie, gives her dad a confident, casual edge.

"No tie." She nods, lifting Charlotte up into her arms.

Allen flashes his stupid lopsided grin, looking her way in the mirror. A smile that speaks to his personality. A smile that warms you straight to the bone. He set the tie down on the sofa, popping a few buttons down and adjusting his collar. God bless his fashion savvy daughter.

"Thanks bab."

Charlotte coos in Holly's arms, chubby little hands grabbing at Holly's chestnut brown hair.

"All good, Da'." She glanced at the stairs, gently bouncing her sister. "Mums taking her time, innit?"

"Be worth it though. She scrubs up nice for date nights, she does."

God her parents were so sickeningly in love.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Heeled feet tap their way down the stairs, revealing Susanne Banks, clad in a gorgeous floral number, blonde hair curled and voluminous.

"Bloody stunning you are." Allen grinned, walking over to her.

Holly nodded in agreement. "Beautiful, Mum! Charlie, doesn't ma-ma look pretty. ~" She nudged her nose into Charlotte's cheek, illiciting a giggle from the chunky little infant.

Susanne smiles, giving Allen a quick kiss, before looking at Holly.

"You're definitely all good to babysit Charlie?" She asked. This was her and Allen's first date night since Charlotte's birth, barely a year ago.

"Course I am. Enjoy yourselves, we'll be fine!"

"Right." Allen nodded in her direction. "Be good then, yeah?" He opened up his wallet, handing Holly £30.

"Get yourself a pizza when Charlotte's asleep." He grinned. "Ye deserve it for giving me an opportunity to take ye mam out, Holly Dolly."

Holly rolled her eyes. "I'm not a little girl anymore, stop calling me that!"

"Never. Love you, girls."

Susanne leant against Allen, watching her two girls.

"We'll be home at 8. Be good. Love you both.

"Love you too."

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After a night of feeding, bathing and setting Charlotte down for bed, Holly had retreated to the living room - TV on a low volume and a pizza box on the sofa beside her.

7:58 PM. They should be home soon.

The episode of whatever MTV reality show she was mindlessly watching comes to an end.

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9:30 PM. They're really late home. Must be having a good time.

The sound of crying comes from Charlotte's room, making Holly leave her spot on the sofa to go tend to her.

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11:00 PM. A knock at the door.

Holly's blood runs cold. Who could possibly be knocking at this time when her Mum and Dad were still out?

She slips downstairs, looking through the peep-hole.

Police?

With furrowed eyebrows, she opened the door.

"What's going on?" She asked, skipping the niceties. Something wasn't right. The expressions on the policemens faces unsettled her.

"Holly Banks?"

"Yes, that's me... Am I in trouble?" she panicked, naively thinking she was in trouble for something trivial like that one time she stole a chocolate bar from Sainsburys after school.

"No, not at all." the first policeman spoke, a slight croak in his voice, as he looked to the other policeman, his superior maybe.

The second spoke, more to the point.

"May we have a conversation inside?"

Holly's breath hitched. What on earth was going on?

"Y-yes... Just be quiet. My baby sisters asleep." she stood to the side, letting them in as she pointed out the living room.

They all took a seat.

"Alright, Holly. This isn't an easy conversation to have but we need to tell you something.

At around 7:47pm there was an accident on the roads involving a drunk driver and your parents."

Her heart stopped.

"First responders and emergency services did what they could..."

No. No, no, no, no.

"They both didn't make it. I'm so sorry."

Her stare became blank as she averted her gaze, a glossy curtain of tears threatening to spill from her moss green eyes.

She sat silently, not absorbing anything being said by them. It was a blur at this point.

Her parents. Dead.

She thought about Charlotte. Asleep upstairs, blissfully unaware of any of this. Unable to comprehend any of it.

Shes growing up without them. No memories to look back on. Nothing.

Maybe that hit her the hardest. She placed her hands over her face and sobbed, a heartbroken gutteral cry leaving her lips as she had to listen to the police rattle on about next steps, support and their new life within the country's foster care system.

Silently she stood up, tears down her face, uncaring of the police in the room. She glanced at them, her eyes drifting to the blue tie her dad almost wore tonight, slipping it between her fingers as she went upstairs to Charlotte's room.

Silently opening the door, she gazed down at her, fresh tears pooling in her eyes. She leant down to lift her, careful not to wake her, sitting in the nursery chair and holding her to her chest, sobbing quietly with the baby blue tie laced inbetween her fingers.

She'd give anything to hear her dad call her "Holly Dolly" again.

[peachsukii]

content // bakugo + reader are married (26/27). talks of children/pregnancy. semi-breeding kink. intoxicated dirty talk.

Imagining that the annual Hero Gala is the perfect place for Bakugo to let loose once a year, celebrating with his colleagues about their success and knocking back endless drinks without hesitation. It's the only time he allows himself to truly let go. It's time to go home when his hands can't stop wandering your form in front of everyone.

You're barely through the door of your home before his hands are hiking up your dress and pressing your back to the door, begging to let him make a mess of you.

"C'mon baby," Bakugo slurs while messily sucking on your exposed collarbone, pressing his groin against your thigh to let you how badly he wants you. "Need'ta taste you...feel you."

Whenever he gets like this, it's all give give give, never take. Bakugo becomes obsessed with pleasuring you, and only you. He doesn't even take himself into account, too love drunk and lust driven to care about his own release. But tonight? Bakugo's got a new agenda in mind, thanks to Mina and Kirishima's talks of starting a family earlier that night. All it took was Mina to casually say, "She'd make such a perfect mom, don't you think?" while gesturing to you across the room.

And goddamn, it consumed him whole.

"Wanna make you a momma, gorgeous," he mumbles against the shell of your ear as he slides his fingers seamlessly into your panties. Your thighs clench, a soft whine falling from your lips when two fingers slip between your slick covered folds. "Mm, ya like the sound'a that? You're soaked."

Bakugo's laugh is sinister before licking along your jawline and crashing into a heated kiss, whiskey lingering on his tongue. He pulls away, fingers pumping languidly into your pussy, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before whispering against your lips.

"Gonna stuff that pretty cunt'a yours full of my cum an' fuck it into you all night long. Eat it out of ya and fill you up all over again." He stops to lick at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth with a loud pop to leave you gasping for breath. "Fuck you so deep that you'll be leakin' cum for weeks."

Holy shit. You could faint on the spot.

"F-fuck Katsuki...bedroom, now."

[sleep-0-deprived]

Could you do Dom! Yan teacher and Yan Bully fighting over a himbo reader?

Yan teacher vs Yan bully x male reader imagines~! ໒꒰ྀི˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ꒱ྀི১

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Jus imaginin you bein a star football player- bein all handsome N’ fit but a total dummy— as oblivious to your surroundings as ever and boy if the captain of your team didn’t let you know jus how stupid he thinks you are!…oh he’s plain O’l cruel, makin you stay after practice slapping you for your mistakes grabbing your ass N’ groping you secretly on tha field like he owns you- he loves havin you to himself N’ making jokes bout you infront of everyone else but boy if he isn’t totally smitten by you…he’s full blown infatuated to the point where it’s insane? I mean he beats you bloody jus to see you look at him all pathetic

Jus imaginin bein a total pet for your college professor, I mean all tha extra tutorin has you close with him is all? That’s just it right!..? But oh no he’s dead set you’re his pretty boy- his pretty baby N’ all you can do is sit wide eyed like a pursed puppy before him, gosh he’d eat you alive if he could- he’d squish you N’ grab you like a lil boy toy but he can’t with that big O’l meanie who’s always by your side, but boy if your professor doesn’t like playin your hero, swoop in an Savin that pretty jaw from his blows.

Jus imaginin your bully givin up bein sweet on you, he starts bein all mean again, punching you N’ gripping you tight makin your big eyes swell up jus so he can angrily try N’ make out with you— poor you bein all confused not even protesting when his flushed cock is in your face, his tip all mushroomed and leakin all over the shaft N’ pressing into your inner cheek— he loves the way you pout, all sloppy with your drool on the ground sitting on your knees is a picture perfect sight to him. Of course your professor finds out, he won’t even look you N’ your eyes after that!

Jus imaginin your professor givin you the silent treatment- gaslighting and tearin your pretty boy status down til your needy and apologetic practically beggin for his forgiveness- these two men were ruinin you- a once happy go lucky man bein twisted into a toxic relationship between two big O’l meanies…N’ why was riding your professors cock the only way to get his forgiveness? “Mh, sirr- are you sure there isn’t a’nother wayy~” your voice is whiny gripping onto his desk with lewd plaps fillin up the room havin his hand on your hip with your lips pressing together forming an ‘O’ shape while his hands rest on your hips liftin and droppin you on his cock havin your insides squished to his size.

Jus imaginin your bully findin out about you and your professor— seein your flushed face and your limp when you show up for practice, it doesn’t take a genius to see you jus took the fuckin of a life time an’ he was full of rage that he wasn’t the man that gave it too ya. Oh how your poor body never catches a break- you’re bent over in the locker room grippin for dear life while he jus grunts and huffs angrily in your ear like a upset dog, your rim burns from bein stretched too long N’ your inner walls are all bruised N’ slick still from your professors cock- he can feel it and he knows you can too.

Jus imaginin the two men tryin to be at each others throats when you turn away N’ playing all nice when you’re around, your bully bein all ruthless T’ you jus so your professor can swoop in N’ be your savior, jus thinkin your bully tryin to be nice f’ once when he sees how close you are T’ the professor—maybe if he sweetens up he can have ya. Your bully bein mean to you until he sees you tuck tail and runin to Him..oh boy if that didn’t make his blood boil seeing you all clingy to that dumb old man—

[arkhamslvts]

jason who not only has multiple videos of you bent over, getting fucked until you can't think. but he also has pictures of you with his cum leaking out of your pussy.

whenever you let him cum inside, he makes sure he does it more than once, maybe it was your cries of "please fill me up sir.. i need it so bad" or maybe it was instinct. it didn't matter though when he cums the first time he doesn't pull out, just presses a kiss to your neck and mutters "wanna feel full, don't you angel?" obviously you're confused because he just finished, you do feel full, but you nod anyways and all he does is chuckle before he starts moving again. his hands firm on your waist, despite how much you try, you're not getting away from it "no baby, you wanna feel full? you need it? you're gonna take every drop, gonna make you so full you start leakin' on the sheets." the vulgarity of his words make you moan and clench around him, he doesn't care when you cum because he wouldn't stop either way. and at the end of the night, when your legs are shaking and he's pumped you full of 4 loads, he reaches for his phone, his other hand rubbing your pussy gently, "don't move baby, let me take a picture of this fuckin' mess" it's embarrassing, and if you didn't feel his cum dripping out of you, down the plush of your thighs and onto the sheets, and then his tongue, licking up whatever slipped out, maybe you would've had a bit more resistance.

[simonz-angel]

ankles and wrists. chained tight to the head n foot board. the skin was blossoming bloody, every tug slicing up into the thin flesh painfully, yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t keep still, he couldn’t help the tugging the running.

and there you sat. smiling down at him, thighs engulfing the thick of his as you perched yourself on the fatty muscle. and your sweet fingers tugged at his cock, pulling and stroking the length of him till tears streamed down his face.

“f-fuck,” and it was guttural, a moan that lined the air in a beating echo. he couldn’t take it anymore, every slick stroke of your hand, stung. yet his cock pulsed, begged for its own release. “n-no, no no.”

he was crying, sobbing practically. his stomach caved, back bowing up off the bed, and shoulders rolling, hands balling so desperate to squeeze through the cuffed metal. he couldn’t keep track of how many times you’d got him off tonight, but the evidence was there.

painted across his lower belly, was a pooling mess of a sweetish pearlescent liquid, droplets rolling down over his dips of his waist with every sudden movement.

“poor boy,” you peered down at him, grabbing at his jaw to get his head lolling. n he looked up at you, lashes coated with his crystaly tears. he was a mess, face red and puffy, dry tears painting his face in messy streaks. “can tell you want it, pretty boy, stop with all the fuss, cock’s leakin’ a mess, hun.”

[freakish-hazzard]

Me in the comments section of a love song i stumbled upon: they should make more songs about rocks, or how cool wood is, its so diverse and can be used for many things, especially when you factor in the softness, like balsa wood compared to iron wood, or how paper is a thing, its crazy its made of trees.

[embbarnes]

Stop because what compelled me to write this.

Logan & Breeding. 18+ MDNI. Warnings for breeding kink duh.

"Yeah...you want me to cum inside ya? You wanna get pregnant with my babies? Nngh....I'm gonna fill that womb. I'm gonna make sure you are leakin'..." he snarls at you while he's completely buried in your stretched, swollen cunt.

Can you barely register his words?

Yes.

But you don't care.

You want his cum, you want him to fuck you senseless...which he has been. You were no better than a bitch in heat for him and he fucking loved it.

"Gonna be so damn full, gonna get you pregnant," he groaned and grunted hard, his instincts flaring with the possibility of actually impregnating and breeding you. It drove his hips faster and harder into you, like he couldn't control himself or stop.

His hips thrust so hard into you, the impact on your plush ass began to grow sore, you knew that your backside would be bruised and it wasn't even from spanking. He continued to pound into you, he bent you in all sorts of ways, positions you didn't think you could bend in.

Your body was covered in love bites and dark bruises, your nipples swollen from his teasing and sucking and they had a sting that enhanced all your pleasure with every thrust.

"Damn, look at you writhing. Such a good thing for me, sweet girl," he laughed as his dick kissed your cervix over and over, precum coating your inner walls. "I'm gonna fill you, princess...make that pretty little womb full." his hips continued to snap into you, biting your neck as he let out muffled growls against your skin.

You feel yourself crying with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm, what number is this? You don't know.

All you know is the rough pad of his finger is playing with your precious bundle of nerves and you can barely feel anything besides the raging fire of your climax shooting through you.

When he does cum, it is so much it overflows out of you, the sheer amount of it is insane. Your eyes widen, feeling the hot seed filling your precious, fertile womb. If you're ovulating don't even think about running. Logan will literally hunt you down and bend you over until he is completely empty.

So...yeah.

Maybe I'm ovulating? Not sure but...there you go. Maybe I'll turn this into an actual fic one day.