#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

🐸

[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)

[2000sbigbr0]

OK so i need to top the mommy ask so here: imagine a mom teaching her trans daughter how to rape her brother. sneaking into his room at 3 am then entering into him, of course, the daughter is nowhere near as experienced as the mom, so she's writhing and moaning with every single centimeter, she woke him up so much earlier then the mom did, when mom raped him he'd wake up to his cunt already in the process of getting pounded full, here his first blinks of vision are filled with a pathetic whining thing, so overstimulated by every inch forward, overwhelmed by all the warmth and the pressure and the fact that she finally gets to fuck her big bro's cunt. the image is so pathetic he starts to laugh "This is what you call raping me kiddo? You're barely halfway in and you already look like you're about to cum." the degradation manages to spur her on to make a few pathetic thrusts before cumming her watery, pathetic, load.

"I just don't know how I managed to make such a pathetic little thing, she's not even half as much as a creep as I was at her age." "Just means you raised a good victim, mom. I still get some pretty good use out of her, guess I got the rapist genes, heh." sigh "No use trying to force a square peg into a round hole, somewhat literally in this case, do you wanna help her to bed?" "Since when were you such a quitter mom, you weren't that nice to me when I was younger, she isn't even crying yet." "Alright then. Micheal, be a good boy and make your sister realize her place."

part 1 of 2 maybe??

-your favorite little sibling

gotta be unhealthy to get this horny this quickly

[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.

[euphoriesx]

are the ppl in ur asks genuinely being mean or is it just like... those kinds of joke things??

sorry just a bit slow 😭

erm the asks that ive answered r genuinely being mean, i hv a few of those ones in my inbox as well, but the latest one was from a guy irl who i hv weird history with 😭😭

[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.

[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.

[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.

[moonlight-prose]

SWEETNESS OF THE DAMNED

a/n: this was a quick drabble at first, but somehow turned into an allegory for persophone and hades. which isn’t surprising for me given that i’m already plotting october fics. logan isn’t a monster in this, nor is he a vampire even though the vibe and title may give that off. i just really love gothic vibes in everything i write so who better to give it to than old man logan.

summary: when night falls and wine overflows in glasses of crystal, logan finds his home in between your thighs.

word count: 1.2k+

pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, p in v sex, alcohol consumption, allegories for persephone and hades, biting, scratching even though he heals, cumplay, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, older logan is so filthy i’m blushing.

The acrid embers of the fire burned your nose the deeper your breaths became. Red wine remained chocolatey and bitter on your tongue; the dinner you tried to eat quickly was now forgotten in favor of something else. You thought you could smell the cigar he smoked on the porch an hour ago on his bare skin. You couldn't.

Not when his fingers dug into your hips, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. He grunted with each slap of skin. The wet slick of how he pounded into you echoed loud and bright in the cabin.

You would have been embarrassed if it weren't for the sounds he let out. The way his eyes fell shut the closer you got to that fiery peak.

"C'mon baby," he sighed, ragged and needy. "I can feel ya."

Wine had gone to your head the second he poured you a third glass. Your red dress of crushed velvet lay in a heap on the floor. A pair of his jeans and a shirt beside it. The soft fabric of his flannel was smooth beneath your knees where he dropped it. Careful to keep your skin from going raw as he took you before dinner could even finish.

The alcohol is what brought this night to an early conclusion.

You already knew it would happen. Hoped for it on long days with hours that stretched for miles. Ached for his presence when you curled up in bed—the scent of his body still stuck on the cotton sheets. Logan promised to give you everything with a soft kiss at the door, his fingers gripping your chin to hold you there a minute longer. To slip his tongue past your maroon painted lips and lick along your teeth.

"'S too much," you garbled.

He laughed as you clenched around his leaking cock—tearing a deep moan from his chest. The heat of his body burned its way into yours where the fireplace couldn't reach. Each muscle and ridge along his stomach pressed into your back—his hips strong enough to break you slowed into punishing thrusts that bounced you on his thighs.

Time didn't exist; seasons began to blend into one.

The both of you resided where spring met summer and the shadow of night met fall's full moon. You wore a crown of wilted flowers—red spilling over your hands from where he asked you to bite into his skin. This was your damned hour. Your time of need.

You were the other half of an already broken soul, and he found that in your absence he couldn't hold it together for quite as long.

"You feel that?" His hand cupped your cunt—fingers spread around where he ended and you began. "She's leakin' for me baby."

"L-Logan," you gasped your throat thick with too many emotions.

The slow grind of his hips into yours sent your body hurtling towards yet another release. Your stomach was sticky where his other hand pressed - already coated in the three before. Holding onto the fraying pieces of your mind proved to be difficult when his teeth latched onto your shoulder. His fingers drew a shape around the edge of your throbbing clit.

His initials.

"You want another one don't ya honey?"

Yes. No. Please never fucking stop.

Instead all you could get out was a whine of his name. Your back arched into his hold, head pressed hard against his chest, as you fought to keep up with him. To grind against his lap and feel the drag of his cock along your walls.

"Yeah. You do," he murmured against your ear. "She wants to be good for me."

Down in the base of your stomach you felt the familiar pull of bliss begin to draw tight. You knew what came next. The rush of mind numbing pleasure trickled into your veins. Slowly drawing you higher with each stunted thrust—each echo of his fingers toying with your stretched cunt. You could count the seconds until it finally burst.

"I'm gonna–" The breath caught in your throat, hands clasping around his wrists as something shifted. "F-Fuck. Logan I'm–"

"Fuck yeah ya are," he grunted into your neck. "Gonna lick you clean after this. Get my fuckin' dessert."

His cock pounded deep against your walls, fingers pulling up the hood of your clit to circle rapidly against nerves that were already shot. And you sobbed his name. Your nails drew red angry marks on his arms that healed moments later; your body too fucking rigid and too hot to process what the fuck he was doing.

Elysium and the River Styx were ripping you apart. As if you were being pulled in two very different directions.

A clatter echoed beside you when he reached for your glass of wine, still stained with the now faded red of your lipstick. You felt his thigh shake—his cock twitching in the heat of your body. You wondered if this is what it felt like to burn alive. The sweet aching bliss of being held by your lover as he drowned you in the fire. Would this be how he took you to the Underworld?

The cold wash of wine spilled along your body as he poured out the remainder of the glass. His tongue quickly dragged across your blistering skin—drinking the cabernet off your body with a raspy groan of your name.

"'M almost there." He gripped the back of your neck and yanked you back with a kiss. His tongue plunging into your mouth—sharing the wine as his fingers pressed hard and fast against your swollen bud. "Give it to me huh? Fuckin' cum on my cock."

Your release ripped through your body with a scream. The echo of his name came back to you eventually, yet you couldn't figure out if you were the one saying it. With your nails piercing his skin, he felt you gush, choking his cock and milking him dry. A splatter of something wet landed on his thighs as he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you still.

To bury himself as deep as he could go and finish with a blissful ragged groan against your shoulder. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over your spent body and you felt him fill you until it began to leak out. Coating the inside of your thighs.

"Are you breathing?" he chuckled, lips sliding along your neck to find your mouth.

You answered with a whimper. Which proved enough for him.

The stickiness of the wine began to dry against your bare body while his fingers dragged through the mixture of your cum that stuck to your thigh. He sighed—content and warm—as he lowered himself to the floor. His back pressed against your clothes and softening cock still buried in your dripping cunt.

"Speak to me bub." His fingers tapped your cheek, nose nudging against your jaw. "I can't have killed ya."

"You almost did," you mumbled, barely able to open your eyes.

Exhaustion sunk right down to your bones the longer you lay there wrapped in his arms. You knew the both of you should shower. Clean up and actually eat something in its entirety this time around. Logan would say the same if it weren't for the comforting press of your weight against his body. He cupped your breasts, thumbs toying with your peaked nipples, and kissed you with a sigh.

The both of you should say something to get the other moving. Yet neither of you did.

Instead you were met with silence and the crackle of the fire. Time, now a nonexistent variable to a night spent in each other's arms.

[teyvat-writer]

Could Just Eat You Up

Request - Ok Sugar Daddy Jensen Ackles x Sugar baby Male Reader.....I can't come up with a plot so I'm thinking something similar but different to pretty women. And add smut pls with top Jensen and bottom male reader this time pls (again can you make the smut long) but I'm thinking Jensen is still an actor so maybe he takes the reader to a movie premiere or something ❤️

Smut

Warnings - Smut (duh) [ Praise/Degredation kink, Honorifics, Top/Bottom dynamic, Dirty talk, Overstimulation, Others ], Cursing,

Pairing - Jensen Ackles X Sugar Baby!Male!Reader

[ I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been having trouble finding the motivation to write so I’m sorry if this isn’t as nice as you wanted it to be and I lowkey just made it a smut with plot peppered in lol ]

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“You did amazing today, I forgot to mention that.” Jensen praises, pulling at the tie around his neck. You look at him as you close the door. It was late; the two of you had just arrived back from your first movie premiere. The clothes you’re in are beyond expensive, something that was repeatedly noted when the paparazzi asked you about your designer and who got it for you; you’re currently looking at him. 

Your relationship with the actor wasn’t public, and while you were okay with that, there were still moments that you just wanted everyone to know. Like today, how badly you wanted him to do anything to you all day the second you saw him in that suit. 

“And you look amazing.” He smiles at you, stepping closer to you. “I forgot to mention that as well.” He adds, and you smile right back at him as he undoes the tie around your neck, tugging it off. “So handsome, I could just eat you up.” He whispered the last part while leaning closer to your lips, ghosting over each other. 

Your breath hitches as you look at him, face hot and a shiver running through you from head to toe, you couldn’t get enough of him. “Then eat me.” You say back without second thought and his eyes seem to grow darker with desire as he stares at you. You go to repeat it but he pulls you into a kiss, making a muffled mph leave you. 

Everything about him is intoxicating. You kiss him back, arms around his neck as his hands find your hips, holding you steady as he walks you back so that your back is against the door. You’re panting when he pulls back to trail hot kisses down the side of your neck and jaw. You tilt your head back to hit the door as his kisses on your neck turn into sucking and biting that has you letting out breathy moans. 

“Do you know how hard it was to not kiss you during the premiere?” He mumbles out against your bruising skin. “To pretend that you’re just my friend, someone that I take to premieres as just my plus one?” He goes on, biting down on your neck while helping you shrug off your suit jacket. 

His movements are rushed as he pulls at your shirt, yanking it, so buttons pop off. He’s quick to mumble about how he was going to replace the shirt and anything else. “Jensen.” You gasp his name as he bites down your neck to your chest, where he leaves more bite marks. It became his favorite place to leave them because only the two of you would know that they’re there, like a secret between the two of you.

You run a hand through his hair while he rub circles on your hips. You whine against him, desperate for him to touch you more as your body grows hot with arousal that’s clear with the ever-growing bulge between your legs. One of his hands trails from your hip to your cock over your clothes. Your breathing picks up as he cups you over your clothes and teasingly moves his hand till you’re trying to rut against his hand. 

“Seems that I’m not the only one desperate.” He smiles against your skin, pressing a kiss to the skin before he pulls back, admiring the work he’s done to your skin. 

“You’d be desperate too if you saw how good you look.” Your voice and he chuckles, undoing your belt and pulling it through the loops with a tug that makes your knees weak. You hear the belt clank to the floor when he tosses it and undoes the button of your pants and stops, lips meeting yours. 

“Is this okay?” He asks, no matter what, he always asked even if you were in the middle of a heated scene, he always asked (#consentiskeyfolks). You nod, breathing out a “yes” when he still doesn’t move. He smiles, leaning forward and biting your lip before making quick work of your pants and instantly following is your underwear. 

Your cock springs out, throbbing and leaking precum for the man in front of you. You shudder as Jensen takes you in his hand, stroking you at a slow pace. “Fuck.” You breathe out, pushing out against his hand to get him to speed up his pace, making you moan slightly. 

“How’s that baby boy?” He questions, watching you melt at his touch. 

“Good.” You moan as his pace only quickens as he jerks you off. “So good.”

Jensen smirks, groaning under his breath at the sight before him. You’re starting to sweat, panting as he works you up right up against the front door. “Atta boy.” He praises as a moan leaves you, hands scratching at him over his suit jacket. “Such a good toy for me, huh?” He teases, his smirk growing when you shiver at his words, hips thrusting against his hand. He chuckles, watching you whine when he slows his pace. “You’re so easy, so desperate.” Jensen lists off, running his thump over your tip and watching you buck against his hand. “What do you want, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, trying to fish the words out of your foggy mind. “Please touch me.” You pant, and his head tilts to the side. 

“I’m already touching you; you’re gonna have to be more specific, use your pretty words, baby boy.” He presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“Please go faster.” You correct, he hums, and sure enough, he picks up his pace. You moan out a curse, then his name as his pace only increases, working you up towards your release. 

“You’re so handsome, I get why everyone was all over you.” He starts, licking a stip on your neck. “God, how badly I wanted to show them all, to pull you away from everyone you were talking to and kissing you. To show that you’re mine.” 

You groan at his words, open mouth panting at his touch. “Jensen I’m-fuck-I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish before you’re moaning his name, and he’s crouched down and taken you into his mouth. You jump at the action, not prepared for the feeling of him sucking you off as you reach your orgasm. Your legs shake slightly as you orgasm, moaning out his name as he sucks you till you can’t give him any more. 

You moan out a curse when he doesn’t stop, your hand falling to wind in his hair and try to pull him away. He doesn’t budge for a bit, content with hearing your whimpers and whines as he continues to suck your now sensitive cock till your legs threaten to give out. “Aww, what’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to eat you up?” He teases, standing up and pulling you into a rough kiss. “So I intend to do that for the rest of the night.”