Seasalt Rub

one of the reasons those ‘fanfiction isn’t on the same level as REAL books’ posts are so dumb specifically is where we see this conversation play out. someone says ‘fanfiction isn’t REAL literature’, someone disagrees with them or tries to present examples of ‘real’ books being transformative to some degree, and then the op replies with ‘i don’t know how to tell you this but your 40k word omegaverse destiel coffee shop fanfiction isn’t the same as dante’s inferno’ like what a brilliant take. what a genius take. what a genius thing to say that’s very motivated by intellectual honesty. incredible

Yes please, mommy! It's been a while and I read a fic earlier that really riled me up abt sonmophilia. I'd be a good girl just for u if you'd take care of me like that...

-💜

tw: somnophilia

‘s that right? i didn’t know my pretty girl was so needy..

you want me to make you feel good while you’re asleep, hm? i’ll slip my fingers into those cute little panties and make you cum all over them, baby.

bet you’d love to wake up with my face buried between your pretty thighs, wouldn’t you?

“Tell me everything!”

Wanted to make a cute comic of Jas and Hale~

She doesn’t understand children lol.

PART TWO

PART THREE

edit: added page numbers because the format is confusing lol

The one’s who can fly, should fly. There’s no need to be confined to the ground.

LANE SIBZ

Daria brainrot courtesy of a screenshot I found on my phone

Jane Lane is the truest mood

Trent deserved better 🤘🏻

Dionysus’ ABCs

okay so normally we don’t write for Mr. D. I think the person who requested this was thinking of a different Dionysus??? We don’t write Hades (the game) fics here, or Blood of Zeus. We weren’t sure, so I wrote serious ABC’s for April fools for this man. 

ALSO, YOU ARE BOTH ADULTS IN THIS FIC BECAUSE WE DO NOT CONDONE OTHERWISE. DIONYSUS IS OLD.

Pairing: Dionysus (Mr. D) x reader Request: If you write for him, do you think I could request dionysus ABC’s? Warnings: I mention being tipsy, mention of death, some cuss words. Word count: 1.5k

- Asja

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ADHD Peter Parker, please! Like ADHD underestimation. I wanna know how Tony would help Peter with his underestimation. I also wanna know Peter's stims he does. If you can that would be great!

Remember to drink water! -💜

when did you send me this ask? i did not get a notification so i didn't see it, i'm so sorry /gen

without further ado:

adhd peter parker headcanons

- peter gets understimulated very easily, more than most people with adhd even. it might be because of his powers or his genius mind, or a combination of both

- both peter and tony have hyperfixated on the band queen (tony got peter into it but now they're both equally obsessed), so whenever peter is understimulated tony reminds him that he can listen to queen (peter, like most people with adhd, forgets he can listen to music to seek stimulation)

- brian may's guitar playing, roger taylor's falsetto voice, and freddie mercury's voice in general are auditory stimulation heaven for them (i will admit i am projecting here)

- they listen to queen, but also to other artists together and happy stim!! (peter got tony into conan gray and olivia rodrigo, tony will not admit he loves their music to anyone else)

- peter has a science fiction special interest/hyperfixation, and tony happily listens to his rants and theories (tony is always more than happy to listen to peter, but he often brings up peter's hyperfixations to cheer peter up when he's sad)

- like the gen-z transmasc he is, peter listens to the magnus archives (a horror anthology podcast), though he can only listen to it in bus or car rides or when he's exercising, otherwise he can't focus. he also has a vocal stim where he hums the intro music, and another stim where he talks in jonathan sims' accent sometimes,,, he also listens to the podcast when he's understimulated. tony has often walked in on peter, working in the lab, with a very eery, unsettling story being heard very loudly through the speakers, along with creepy string music playing in the background. he doesn't know why peter like this stuff

- he is hyperactive, and rarely hyperfixates on things or activities he needs to stay still for a long time for, like reading. the only book he hyperfixated on was red, white and royal blue (mj and ned got him into it and he loved it)

- peter definitely stims by jumping up and down (no this is not just me projecting /s),, he also jumps up and down on any surface he can stand on (e.g. walls or the ceiling)

- he also like,,, wiggles his shoulders as a stim, that one is usually for listening to good music

- he has many vocal stims, though because of ableist society (f*** ableists btw) he only feels comfortable stimming vocally when he's alone

- some of his vocal stims include: humming whatever song he's obsessed with at the moment (a lot of the time it's "discord" or "my ordinary life" by the living tombstone)

- another vocal stim of his is just,,, screaming, usually to relieve stress

- he has many fidget toys, although they tended to break easily until tony made him fidget toys that withstand his super strength (this idea is one i've mentioned before, and @human-salt-shaker-aka-cf-fighter was the one who came up with it, it's an awesome idea /gen)

- he also really likes blue things, idk if it's a visual stim but it makes him feel calm

- he has a very secret crystal and rock collection that started from his witchcraft hyperfixation but the crystal obsession kept resurfacing even after he decided witchcraft isn't for him (he does sometimes stir intention into his coffee or tea but shhh no one can know)

- he has a pressure stim which is partly the reason why he "forgets" to take off his binder after 8 hours of wearing it (tony, may, happy and ned are worried and so am i)

ok so these are just a few unorganised and messy thoughts, and i probably went off-topic a few times but hey-ho. i'm sorry i took so long to reply, i literally did not know this was in my inbox??? anyway, i hope you like these headcanons, and if you have anything more specific in mind, feel free to send another ask (also: thank you for reminding me to drink water/gen)!

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 924

content + warnings: 18+ including: fingering, a LOT of sexual tension, RELIGIOUS themes, I am posting this in my sleep, so maybe there is some error bye

pairings: religious boy!atsumu & fem!reader

— note: so babes, i was inspired by this here after a friend of mine just sent me this kisses and kisses

© for the atsumu’s icon: @/shoyosun here on tumblr.

Oh, you are so sweet. So sweet. Just the perfect daughter in a seemingly perfect family, because at the end of the day, looking is more important than being, especially in a small religious town. No one could accuse you of fucking Osamu or Suna because there was no proof of that, but Atsumu more than anyone else knew about your ventures running away from home after midnight to meet his brother. In fact, he had even lied to his parents claiming not to know where Samu was because the latter was too busy fucking you in the guest room of the house right after a charity lunch that the local church organized every month.

In fact, it annoyed Atsumu a bit the way the long stockings that went all the way down to your thighs tightened the skin in that area and how he could never lay so much as a finger on you without Suna or Osamu complaining. But he wanted you so badly, why didn’t you look at him with no ulterior motives? Why was the only response you gave him was that bright smile that wasn’t exclusively his? It annoyed him. You were the perfect girl who always helped organize everything in the church, and you were literally the favorite person of all the older people who worked in the town clergy. And why exactly couldn’t he have a taste of your innocence?

He hoped that God would forgive him, because he had sinned. And sinned too much.  

And although he was stressed and no one in his family really understood why he had been frowning all week, here Atsumu was as usual: sitting in one of the front rows listening to that Sunday’s mass sermon without really paying attention. He was too busy looking at his diagonal where you were sitting. You and your delicate white dress that went down to just below your knees. Today you weren’t wearing the usual high stockings, but you still looked as untouched and immaculate as ever. If he didn’t know about your little sexual adventures with Suna and his brother, he might even think you were still a virgin.

Watching you adjust the dress close to your breasts, he ran his tongue over his lips and stood up. Atsumu murmured a simple “I’ll be right back” to his family sitting next to him on the long wooden bench and walked toward you, taking care to bow to the statue of Christ placed in the middle of the religious altar as the priest continued to lead the mass.

— May I speak with you? — He whispered to Y/N after standing calmly beside her at one of the free exits from the pew where she and her own family were sitting.

— Now? — His pants began to feel uncomfortably tight around his already half-hard cock. — We are in the middle of an important sermon.

— Please, it’s important. — He swallowed hard without lifting his gaze to the girl’s mother or father, he didn’t have the heart to face them after spending months imagining the worst kind of erotic filth with their daughter.  

Y/N shook her head positively and cracked a smile at her mother as she stood up, smoothed her dress around her waist and walked side by side with Atsumu to wherever it was she was being taken. From afar, Osamu and Suna watched the two of them carefully until Atsumu eventually led you to the inner side behind the altar of the mass, away from the prying eyes of the two other men. He wanted you all to himself without an audience.

— Well? — you asked curiously, watching him lock the door through which you entered the room filled with cassocks of various sizes and some accessories used in special church celebrations. — What did you…

You didn’t have time to finish the next question because Atsumu pressed himself firmly against you, taking your face between his hands and letting his lips take over yours in a tender kiss filled with libido and tension suppressed for months. Contrary to what he expected, Y/N responded to the kiss and even put her fingers in his blond hair to pull him closer. His fingers went down your shoulders and reached your breasts to squeeze them hard enough to make you moan against his mouth without any shame.

— Shit, it took you so long to realize that I wanted to fuck you. — The girl remarked with a smug smile opening up.

— W-What? — It was the first time a girl had ever made his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

— And now you’re embarrassed? Right after you kissed me so hard? — Y/N reached down to take his hands down Miya’s pants to slowly rub his cock. — What? Didn’t you want to fuck me?

You are the Lilith in Eva’s skin and he couldn’t help, but be in love.

— Then spread your legs for me, baby. — Atsumu spoke in a husky voice bringing two fingers to your mouth to watch you suck and lick them with saliva and then slipping the same fingers inside your panties to finally touch the pussy he had dreamed of for days that turned into months. — I’m going to fuck you better than those two idiots out there. — His index and middle finger went inside you and curved around, the image of Y/N throwing her head back in pleasure almost made Atsumu end up cumming inside his own pants.

— I bet you will, yes.

Atsumu hoped that God would forgive him, for he would sin. And sin too much.

URGENT: a short smut bbrae fic

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: ❝𝗨𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗧.❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑:1/5

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣'𝙨

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙮, 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠

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"Use your tongue."

That was how she wanted him. She wanted his face in between her thighs, his hands spreading her wide open, his body angling into her heat.

Raven has on a thin tee, but the lower half of her body is at his disposal. Her nipples swell through the fabric of her shirt, sweat begins to rise on her skin.

He peppers kisses on her inner thighs, moves his lips down to the inside of her knees. He softly nips at some of her fragile flesh, tinting his palette of burgundy and sinful violet onto her alabaster.

Raven inhales as he nears her entrance.

His eyes are hungry. Black against the heavy sensation of lust. He's the predator, she's the prey, but they are both trapped by each other's desires. He nearly salivates at the sight of her cavern. Damp flesh, shell-pink lips, the pre-wetness impatiently dripped down the apex of her thighs.

"Beautiful. Everything's beautiful about you, you know that, right?" he glances up at her.

The moonlight contrasts her light skin, her amethyst hair and eyes blend in with the duskiness.

"Yes, I do."

"It took you a while to realize that. Years. But, even when you're aware of that, I can't help but tell you."

She's a goddess, even though realistically, she originated from hell. He worshipped his embodiment of beauty, power, strength, courage, and goodness. This was not the first time he has knelt in front of her throne, and eaten her fruit. The more he did it, was the more appetizing she tasted, and the more she felt, the more she loved.

His nails sink into her hips gently, then he starts. He lets his warm air play over her. He smells her eager warmth, it was almost like he was a thermometer, and she was a fever. His tongue slits neatly through her labias, grazing across a channel of nerves. Raven sighs, coiling her slender fingers in his lush hair.

One lick, and he's hooked. Similar to the feeling of eating a bag of chips, and clinging to the sensation until you finish.

He eases back a bit, exhales.

Before Raven poses the question he speaks.

"You're in for a rough one, Rae. But, a good one." a borderline growl resonates in his voice.

There goes that look in his eyes again. Nothing is going to deter him, and she is his only focus.

"Are you ready, princess?" he consents.

"I am." is her ready reply.

He pulls up her hips, and goes in again. His tongue situates between her inner lips. He gives exasperatingly draw-out strokes. His sucks on the flesh, nips at it, kisses it, growls into it, tells it his darkest wishes.

Slowly. He drinks in her flavor, allows her scent to settle into his soul. Raven squirms, the fist in his hair tightens. He steadily pushes his tongue in, watching her face crinkle in passion.

Raven moans.

She was his downfall, she always was. Any one sound, or hint of body language set him off instantly. Beastboy always had some sort of grip on his beastial instincts, but when it came to her, and her only... nothing could save the both of them.

He goes in pushing his tongue centimeters deep. His tongue paints colors of pleasure and delight into the canvas no one else has touched. His tip slips against the growing slick of her walls. She contracts, whimpers, then grinds her hips into his mouth.

"Riding my face while I eat you out? Huh, babygirl? You know that drives me crazy."

He roughly (but affectionately) tugs her hips closer to his mouth.

Beastboy puts his beast into it. He is never disappointed, he is always satisfied by her flavor. Even so, he still remained insatiable.

He could eat her out for days on end without once complaining or tiring.

"Eat it out, baby." Raven begs, her demonic cravings are crushing her central nervous system.

She's honeyed glaze with a little zestful tang. A taste with balance and a lasting effect.

Due to his enhanced sensory levels, smells, tastes, and anything else concerning the senses sticked to Beastboy for a while. Especially Raven.

Raven swallows a noise, then wriggles her hips away from his mouth.

"Don't move. You're gonna handle it, Rae. I know you can." her sex is deeper into his mouth, and he is deeper in her.

Another muffled noise trembles inside of her throat. His ears are decorated in her noises of content. She husks the most nasty filth he's ever heard. He secretly admires that she chooses her hellish demeanor over her ceremonious, Azarathian one when they had sex.

He glances at her, realizing her eyes were closed against the force of lust. Eye contact was one of his favorites during sex to begin with.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby."

They get a hold of eye contact, then Raven breaks again. She arches into him, feeling him hit every point he needed to.

"Say my name." he commands.

Raven huffs, disobeying his order. She disliked being vulnerable, even sexually. To her luck, that never worked with her partner. He always got everything out of them both.

"Say it." he knows her spots and ruins them.

She holds in a moan, her legs quiver. Her pupils dilate, her blood pressure rises, and her muscles tense.

"Are you holding back, Rae? Don't do that, you know that you're safe with me."

He goes in harder, faster, with more strength, and more love. His tongue flicks over her sore bud, his mouth eats with the intent to leave nothing behind.

"Gar!" her scream was bone chilling, even to Beastboy, who's heard it plenty of times.

"There you go. Look how good you did." he exhales deeply, absorbing her white silk.

He finishes, goes back up to her face.

"You're sore?" he asks tenderly.

"Mhm." Raven nods with a smirk.

"Good, that means I did my job well."

His basil thumb glissades down the side of her mouth, pulling down the bottom lip.

"Open your mouth for me, pretty girl." Beastboy orders.

She grants his request, parting open her lips. He lets his spit drop slowly into her mouth, a clear string dangling in between both of their mouths. He then shoots a small load into her mouth, then closes her lips.

"Swallow. All of it."

She gulps down with a pleased smile.

"Jeez, Rae." his mind was never able to fathom the existence of this girl.

He always wondered how could she dare to be present in the same time as him.

"You know what,"

"On all fours, now."

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hiyaa. thank you for reading part one of urgent. i hope you all enjoyed. i will post the other parts soon💜✨💚 this story is also available on my ao3 & ff.net @bbraeism. take care💗

drew some clothes for our snow boy

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