#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.

[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."

[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.”

[versacethotty]

 He’s a lot more assured than me in a lot of ways. But he’s a bad ass. He has a lot of license. He’s not just there to move Patrick’s story line. He has his own desires, his own needs. There aren’t a lot of Latino characters like him on television, and I feel so lucky to take him on. He’s so complex, sexy, confident. -  Raúl Castillo

[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.

[thinkinonsense]

POSITIONS𑁍

old man!logan howlett x housewife!reader

cw: oral (f receiving), fingering, bit of fluff, soft logan *mdni

wc: 900+

a/n: next mini-series will be inspired by the album positions by ariana grande. if you would like to be added to the tag list comment below. not sure how many parts yet but I hope you enjoy!

part two

home has always been a sore spot for logan. the mutant never had much of a place he could truly call home. always on the run, never somewhere long enough to enjoy it. now in his old age, he's been granted the life he always longed for.

"lo, come try this!" his little wife, calls to him in the kitchen.

the sight of you and your cute apron mixing ingredients could bring logan to his knees; and has on many occasions. how did a dangerous fucked up man like him end up with the sweetest girl in town? every day, you're in the kitchen learning new recipes while looking all dolled up for him.

the part that always gets logan hard is knowing you want to do this for him. you were smarter than anyone he'd ever met yet, you loved the simple domesticity of your life with logan. you knew when the two of you met that he craved an older lifestyle that you didn't mind adjusting to. logan thought that you were truly heaven-sent.

"think i finally got the recipe right." you held out a spoon for him. logan groaned at the taste, his hands resting on your hips, pressing you into the countertop slightly. "whatcha think?"

"think it might be the best frosting you've ever made," he mutters against your skin, leaving kisses along your neck and jaw.

"that good?" you smile, licking the rest of the spoon clean.

logan watched with dark pupils, grinding himself against your ass with every little moan that slipped past your lips.

"might just be the second best thing you've let me taste," he admits, forehead falling into your neck to catch his breath.

"second?" you tease, turning around to face him. "what's the first, baby?"

you claimed you weren't a mutant but logan thought that was the only explanation for how quickly you managed to bring him to his knees. his big rough palms caress your thighs, squeezing whatever he can—whatever he wants— until he slips them under your pretty light green dress.

logan stares at eye level with your white lacy panties and the large wet stain forming in them. he's got you sprawled out on the countertop with both legs dangling off his broad shoulders, heels digging slightly into his shoulder blades. your dress and apron were bunched up at your stomach.

"isn't she pretty..." logan says to himself, hooking them to the side to get a better look at your exposed pussy. he blows cold air directly on you. a loud whine falls from your lips as you claw at the edges of the counter and attempt to wiggle your hips in the air.

"lo, please..." you beg, looking down at him as he slides the thin material down your legs and spreads you as far as he can.

"you've been such a good girl, sweetheart." logan praises, letting his thumb circle your button slowly in a way that leaves you needing more. "so obedient and versatile, aren't ya'? one minute you're cooking me dinner and the next you're begging to ride me."

you nod, lazily; trying to enjoy every movement he makes.

"think you deserve a reward." he hums before lapping up your wetness, swirling his tongue in downright sinful ways.

not only did you taste as sweet but the little noises that escaped you were even sweeter. a hand of yours laced itself in logan's grey hair, tugging him impossibly closer until his nose bumped your clit, making you sing like a bird. didn't help that logan let his most primal side show, moaning into you and making a complete mess of you.

"so needy, isn't that right, honey? just leakin' for attention." he says, talking to your pussy rather than to you directly while teasing a finger at your entrance. "makin' a mess all over me."

logan pulls back to spit on your pussy; sending your head flying back against the countertop.

"fuck..." you moan, left hand groping your own tit. "feels sooo good, lo.."

logan catches the light off of your wedding band while you squeeze yourself. this kickstarted something deep inside of him. even in the filthiest of moments between the two of you, you managed to fill his heart with love. his mouth returns, drinking you up like water. you flooded all of logan's senses; he could hear your heart thumping in your chest, smell how badly you needed him, and taste how he made you feel.

"taste like fuckin' candy," he growls, adding another finger to hit that spongy spot deep inside of you over and over again.

"please..." you purr, looking down into his almost black eyes. "so close.."

logan could feel you clenching around his fingers; practically suffocating them. his moans vibrating your core didn't help slow down your climax either. all of it crashing into you at once.

"there's my pretty girl," he smirks, still fingering you through your orgasm. at this point, you didn't care what part of you he was talking to anymore; all you wanted to do was kiss him.

"need you, logan." you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt until he's face to face with you.

logan assumes that you want him to fuck you; undoing his belt as quickly as possible until you stop him.

"gimme kiss."

there you were with your dirty apron, wild hair, and pouty lips begging for a kiss. who was logan to deny you such a request? his soaked beard scratched against you with passion as his tongue entered your mouth. his big hands cradle your face delicately.

logan wasn't a good man by the textbook definition but he'll be damned if he didn't treat you as good as you deserved.