#cmon yall we've been over this

[opheliasflorist]

Ruth Goodman is an incredible writer and you should definitely read her work if you're interested in the Elizabethan or Victorian era, but for the love of God DON'T USE AMAZON!! Please please support indies or get your books from bookshop.org. Pretty pretty please thank you I love you forehead kisses

There were probably some medieval asexuals that were absolutely insufferable on their moral high horse about it. Like "this modesty shit easy - I haven't lusted over any man ever in my life and only fuck my husband out of duty from God and only so that we have children. I am so much better than any of you hoes."

And some other local goodwife would get sick of this and go "well obviously you don't have time for cock, Maergaret, since you're always too fucking busy choking on your own vanity and pride!" and have a smackfight that progresses into a full-on two-woman brawl in the town square. People gather around to watch this until a clergyman shows up to remind everyone that not only is this kind of brawl between good christians definitely a sin, it's also a sin for everyone who's watching to place bets on who's going to win.

[uncleeater]

Keeping Warm - LN4 🍋 (1/12)

Warnings: Smut under the cut, some cursing, lando being a perv, fem!pronouns, fem!anatomy

A/N: My first ever fic! i hope yall like it, gimme some feedback on what to improov upon in the comments pls :3

Word Count: 882

It was -5°C outside, cold covering everything it could, inconsiderate of broken heaters and electricity-dependent 20 year olds. So, you and Lando, pretty much. "Dammit, my phones almost dead." Lando softly whines, phone in hand as he walked out of the bedroom, "You wouldn't happen to have a spare power bank, would you?" The snow storm had blown out all the power for the city, leaving everything electronic screwed until the storm blew over. This included phones, chargers, microwaves, ovens, fridges, and the such.

You glance up from your book, watching your boyfriend flop down onto the bed in front of you. "No dice. My turn for a question: Have you found any extra blankets?"

He moves his head to the side, jokingly glaring at you. "Oh, because I'm your little slave that's only here to provide warmth. I forgot, sorry."

It's your turn to glare. You loved your boyfriend, but he was a bit dramatic at times. Times = always. "Slut is the preferred term, but That works too."

"....Wellllllll..." Lando looks at you with an evil grin, "What if your slut had a new way to keep you warm?"

"But my book!" You groan as it's snatched from your hands

"C'mon, baby," Lando coaxed, sliding off of the couch and sitting down in front of you, "not even for your poor, sad, lonely, desperate, hopeless boyfriend?"

"Wow, not dramatic at all" You retort, putting your computer to the side and looking down at him

"Cmon. the heaters broken, we don't have a fire place, and we've already used all the blankets. Name a better way to keep warm."

Lando grab your knees, spreading them apart and kissing up your thighs. His eyes flick up to yours, clouded with lust as he gets closer to your core.

"Lan." You hum softly

"Yeah?" He muses in return, peppering kisses up and down your thighs, teasingly switching to the other each time he gets close to your core. He knew what he was doing, and was planning on milking it for as long as possible.

"...If, and that's a strong if, I let you get what you want, then do you promise to let me do my work later?" You say quietly, looking down at the beautiful boy between your thighs

"Mhm...promise baby, I promise..." Lando's words are slurred slightly, his lips prioritizing kisses more than words at the moment

You shift on the couch slightly, hooking your thumbs under your waistband. Lando looks up at you, moving a hand from your thigh to grab onto your shorts. he slides his fingers around next to yours, tugging your shorts and panties down to your knees. His eyes roam over the newly exposed skin, hands unhooking your bottom layers from around your leg.

"You okay with this?" Lando checks with you, looking up at you

"Yes, I am. You?" You smile down at him

"More ready than I've ever been." He breathes, his hands moving your thighs apart. His lips ghost against your thighs, rushing to your core. He briefly hesitates before his tongue slowly licks up and down your cunt a few times. His lips wrap around your clit, rolling it in his mouth gently.

"Ah..." You gasp, one of your thighs lifting up in attempt to move your cunt closer to Lando. His hand reaches up and grabs it, using it to pull you against him. Your back was against the couch, legs thrown over Lando's shoulders. Your wet cunt was perfectly level with his face as he sat on the floor, right in front of the couch.

He detaches his lips from you, letting go of one of your thighs. He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking two fingers wet. He slides his fingers up and down your folds, spreading the spit-and-slick mixture around. Once he deems you wet enough, he slips two fingers into your heat.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, back arching at the new sensation. Lando grins, tongue going back to thrashing around your clit. As he makes out with your cunt, his free hand grips your thigh and pulls it against him to stop you from slipping away.

He loved you like this. He loved you always, but this was a special side of you that was just for him. Only he could make you feel this way and that was practically enough for him to cum on the spot. Or make you cum on the spot.

His index finger pulls out, giving just enough room for his tongue to replace it. His tongue undulates inside you as his middle finger pumps in and out. His eyes dreamily close as feels his tongue begin to be constricted. Realizing that you were about to cum, he gives a few last good sucks to your cunt.

With a final wave of pleasure, you sink into your orgasm. Heat from your core presses down and then explodes all over your body. You become numb to everything except how Lando drinks up your soul.

As the waves die down, you become aware of everything around you. Lando moves over to the side of you, crossing his arms underneath his head as it lays on the sofa cushion on your right. He grins, looking you up and down.

"Warm enough now?"

[apocalypseornaw]

Fighting Hurts

Follow up to Love is a Fight

Set in my Always be Yours verse

Yall it's angst just be warned

Requested by @cat-lockwood

Weeks had passed since you left the bunker. The memory of the tears in Dean's eyes as you begged him to let you go tortured you. You knew it was best for you both, he'd be distracted with you there and christ chances were you'd probably end up well and truly dead before Amara ended her rampage but what choice did you have besides to go down swinging?

The cabin you were staying in was one Bobby had won off Rufus in a bet way back when. It was sturdy and didn't leak, plus it had electricy ran to it which was a plus considering most of Rufus' cabins didn't. The warding was painted onto every inch of the interior. It'd taken you the better part of a day.

You hated admitting you were scared but this time you were. You were alone, cut off from everyone you knew in fear that should Amara come after you it would put anyone else in her sights. You wouldn't answer any of Deans or Sam's calls. You knew if you even heard Dean's voice your resolve would break.

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After some consideration and a whole lot of literal cabin fever you decided a simple case wouldn't hurt. You ended up finding what looked like a simple salt and burn so you headed out on it, what was the worst that could happen?

Dean was losing his mind. Since you'd left Lucifer had possessed Cas and Chuck had revealed himself to be God. Chuck was willing to assist them against Amara, he wanted nothing more than to see her dead or at least caged back up then maybe you'd come home. You'd some home blocked your phone to the point that it would ring but Sam couldn't track you and damn your connections with the covens littered around the states you were warded to the point Chuck couldn't find you.

He was scared that the truth was something had happened to you, you were gone and had died thinking he'd pick anyone over you.

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He watched the numbers flash by on the laptop in front of him "Cmon Amara. Where the hell are you?" "Hello Dean" he looked up to see her at the end of the table much the same way she'd been those weeks ago that drove you out of his arms.

She smiled "I missed you. It's been a while since we've spoken. I'm aware my brother has resurfaced. If he should reach out to you, he should that Lucifer his favorite isn't doing so well" before Dean could ask what she meant she waved her hand showing a tortured Cas or his vessel at least. "Say nothing of your friend Castiel"

There were burns over most of his face and he looked like he was barely hanging on. The image of Cas disappeared but Amara continued to speak "By ignoring me my brother is allowing this to happen along other things that should perk yours and Sam's interest"

She waved her hand again and an image of you appeared. You couldn't even stand like Cas could. You were curled into your self, the shirt you wore he recognized as one you took from his drawer. It was ripped down the spine and he could see what looked like bone sticking free from your skin "I must say Y/N is strong for a human. I can almost see your attraction to her" Dean was on his feet the moment the image of you disappeared "Let her go"

Amara smiled "My brother simply needs to come out of hiding and I may end her suffering"

You felt your body tense just from hearing Amara's voice "Oh Lucifer she isn't dead is she?" You pushed yourself up to lean against Lucifer's legs, the fact that he was wearing Cas as a vessel gave you comfort because you could almost imagine it was Cas.

Lucifer looked down at you weakly "This one? I've already killed her once and it didn't stick" Amara laughed wickedly "She is something isn't she? Drew the attention of not one but two Winchesters"

Lucifer looked at you again as Amara continued "Oh yes she betrayed Dean, with his brother and yet assumes he'd ever chose her over me" you felt tears hit your eyes but Lucifer moved his leg to get your attention and shook his head. Unfortunately Amara noticed. "Tsk tsk tsk. Can't have you two bonding" with that she used her powers to electrocute Lucifer as you felt her shadows dig into your back again. Your screams mixed with his, echoing in the silo.

Working with Metatron, being Amara bait..anything Dean was getting you back.

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You were barely conscious, focusing on your breathing. You knew you wouldn't die, you'd gotten close over the last few days but Amara would heal you to start to process again. She'd finally left after rubbing salt into your wounds that Dean had called out to her.

You laid next to where Lucifer was tied, knowing it was useless to try to run. A familiar sound hit your ears and you told yourself you were imagining it but as it got closer you realized you weren't. That was the impala.

"Y/N!" You heard Sam's voice and flinched away from it. How could you face him or Dean? Amara was right, you were poison to the Winchesters. You'd nearly caused one brother to kill the other. You felt his hands on your face and started to sob "Please don't touch me. Just let die"

You could hear Metatron reciting incantations to free you and Lucifer but couldn't summon the energy to ask "Take him Sam. He can help get rid of her" Sam had you up in his arms the moment he could and was carrying you to the impala "GET HIM FREE METATRON. I'LL COME BACK FOR HIM"

Sam laid you down gently on the backseat, carefully of the areas that made you whimper in pain "It's gonna be ok Y/N. I promise" he pulled his jacket off to lay over you then ran back into the silo.

A few moments later the older guy who'd been with Sam and Metatron jumped in next to you and Sam squealed tires leaving with Lucifer in the front seat next to him.

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You must have passed out because Sam slamming on brakes brought you back around to see Amara standing in the road. "Sam" you called weakly, knowing the four of you had no chance against her.

Sam threw the impala into reverse but Amara stopped it. "You really aren't worth sparing. None of you" she leaned her head back and you knew this was it. You closed your eyes, feelings tears slip down your face. "We're gonna die" was the only thought that went through your head when suddenly the impala slammed down in...the bunker?

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"What happened?" The older guy hollered. Sam cut his eyes at Lucifer then climbed out to help you but you pushed his hands away despite barely being able to stand on your own.

You slowly followed him and Lucifer up the stairs to find Chuck in the war room. You were leaning heavily against the wall as Chuck said "Occasionally I do answer a prayer" so Chuck was God.

He looked from Lucifer to you before snapping his fingers. You took a deep breath, no longer in physical pain. You had no clue what was going on or where Dean was but you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you and the next thing you knew the room went dark.

"What the hell do you mean she passed out? Didn't you heal her?" Dean asked Chuck in nearly a growl. He'd gotten back to the bunker to news you'd barely been alive, was healed then passed out. Sam was in the infirmary with you on the phone with Rowena as to what could bring you around.

"I healed her physical wounds Dean. Amara tortured her, strong or not Y/N is human" Dean pushed past him and headed for the infirmary.

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Sam had Rowena on speaker as he sat at your bedside. Rowena didn't even like Crowley, her own son but for you? She'd dropped what she was doing to find a spell to help and was doing it. The moment she was done you started to stir "It worked Rowena. She's coming around" "Well of course it did Samuel. Now if the poor dear needs a way out of that mad house tell her to call me" with that she hung up.

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You felt like you were drowning, the way waves would let you come up for air only to shove you down again. You could feel something pulling you out but didn't know what until you recognized the accent. Rowena. You held onto her voice with everything you had until your eyes opened to the bright fluorescents in the infirmary.

You could hear voices. First Rowena and Sam then Dean's voice joined. You couldn't focus. You just laid there trying to breathe. What had Amara done to you?

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Dean stopped at the door of the infirmary the moment he saw your still form. "Sam?" He called rooted to the spot. He couldn't see you dead, he wasn't strong enough to lose you..

"She's alive Dean. Amara just damaged her psyche, she blocked her aura according to Rowena. She's conscious but not really alert" Dean felt a weight lift from his chest. You were alive.

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He crossed the few steps to the bed and gently touched your hand "Sweetheart?" Your eyelids fluttered before they slowly opened. As they did you snatched your hand away from him "Dean?"

He tried not to show the hurt he felt at you pulling away. "You're home Y/N... its gonna be ok" He attempted a smile but you started to cry "I can't Dean. Not right now. I love you but please you and Sam just give me some space"

He could feel his heart shatter but he nodded "Of course. If you need anything just holler ok?" You nodded, nearly hyperventilating from the tears. He wanted nothing more than to hold you but knew that would make it worse. "I love you" he whispered before Sam nearly pulled him from the room.

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Dean walked into the war room, feeling as if his feet weighed a hundred pounds a piece. You were so damn broken and why? Because you loved him. "Dean?" Sam asked, touching his shoulder but he tensed up "Not now Sammy. Not now"

[newdejavuu]

I'm often here for the plot! if there is smut it's an alright-to-neutral addition, hell i sometimes skip over a fic if it seems like it's going to be porn without plot (but in the sense of taking into consideration that smut can be part of the plot or the character exploration/development, it's just that some don't do that either).

that is to say no, i do not skip over fics because they don't have smut.

I do notice that overall bandom (dcd2 extended cinematic universe/emo trinity-quartet-quintet/pop punk scenemo bandom) skews towards there being smut, so that may speak for overall preferences, past or present or coming from writers or readers or if it's just because that's how the vibes evolved and we've kept them like that, i cannot say. Though i can say i have seen plenty of successful fics with no smut or where there's a fade to black and it's only implied.

I don't mean to dismiss the validity of getting bummed out by getting less attention/interaction, shit's real and it stings for real but ultimately I would say write what you want to write, and if that's something that you don't feel like/need/want to add smut to, that's good too. Count me as at least 1 person who doesn't skip over a lack of nsfw.

oh wow! thank you so much for the detailed response. i really, really do appreciate it!

i'm having a bit of a pity-party kind of week, so the negativity will go under the cut :)

i think honestly, im just terrified of posting this fic. full stop, it has me scared.

not that i think anyone will be mean or shit on it or anything (bc cmon yall are soooo unbelievably nice) but i am very very scared that i will post the first chapter of this fic (which will probably be 10k words of very plot heavy angst) and getting like...two hits.

i'm terrified that i built this fic up & i, as a writer, won't be able to live up to my own expectations. im terrified someone will think i am a bad writer.

obviously, as you said, i should write what i want to write - but it would be a lie to say im not at least a little bit motivated by external validation. i haven't written anything creatively in years, and i finally feel like i have an idea worth dedicating my time to....idk my life has been so dedicated to academics for years, i guess i forgot how terrifying it is to be an artist.

[vtoriacore-rbs]

yall just haters fr, i love rook to the earth and back but i will never get over the fact he voted for neige. could've gone for any other performers that were at the show (not shown for plot convenience obviously) because i guarantee there would've been more professional and cohesive groups. and im saying this as a Neige stan btw, like i love his aesthetic and character and personality from what we've seen so far (his backstory had me in shambles fakdjaksndb) but cmon 💀

[zombies-aliens]

About to vent again yall and I'm so glad. So fucking glad no family is on here. Nobody I know in real life is on here. I'm feeling slightly drunk. This is a good intro for a personal song.

Man just had a weird time with two friends. First of all, they're good ppl. They don't give a fuck about what people think of them and I can admire that because I think I am the complete opposite. And it's landed me in situations where I didn't wanna be and it's all my fault. Kinda like how I got in this one situation right now.

I knew DDAMN WELL bro that this was gonna happen. And it happened lol. I'm fucking psychic or I'm just smart take your pic. I know I spelled pick wrong as pic ima just leave it. It's raw and real just like me when I vent.

So anyway that shit happened. I was uncomfortable I had to excuse myself when he asked me if I had to take a piss bc we were drinking in his truck with another friend of ours, sorta my friend, really his friend. You know how this shit goes. I'm being a third wheel. They have been friends way longer than me, "oh actually we've been friends not that long" idgas you missed the point, tbe point is thay you guys are way closer and hey good for yall. I'm just thinking about myself because it's just me. "I was trying to include you" bro cmon thanks I guess but it's really yall being together making jokes I don't get or understand, telling each secret thoughts I'm guessing over text like I'm there seeing yall I'm literally HEARING yall and seeing yall say this and I know if I wasn't there yall could talk like normally. And why am I saying this. It's cus I wanna know where THE FUCK do I fit in this scenario. Am I here as an audience? I know though that this is my fault. Only person I'm mad at is at myself.

I don't feel like talking no more. Goodnight or shit maybe I might start up another post. Who knows and who fucking cares.

I don't want the fake love when I turn ghost again.

[1waizumihajime]

hey~ so awhile ago i made a uquiz that asked for some unpopular a3! opinions. here is the verdict (note: responses have only been edited for spelling, and if a response mentioned members of multiple troupes they are repeated in each section) enjoy!:

tsuzuru should become a professional gay drama fanfic writer based off the mankai company

Chikage is a cool character but if he doesn't get over his mom trauma and keeps treating women bad its gonna be a problem. Like outside of kidnapping izumi as a sabotage for the company he treated her so bad bc she's a woman and he was like "oh I realize ur not like other girls" I hate it here

Sakuya is underappreciated and deserves some more heart to heart talks.

Citron and Izumi would make a fantastic couple!!

TsuzuMizu is one of the world’s greatest love stories. The Y E A R N I N G

I think that. Chikage :)

I don’t like Masumi

why does everyone like chikage and itaru i dont understand

masumi pls stop deep breathin

Tsuzuru’s deadlines were only for the first 4 plays of the company and the fact that no one says this to him or try’s to help him with his sleep and work means they’re perfectly fine with him ruining his health if they get what they want from him (a good script) in this essay I will

if they don't release the sprites of itaru and banri's older sisters i have no choice but to assume they're hot af and also sapphic

Izumi needs to place a restraining order on Masumi

Muku has bigger duality than Itaru

Masumi is creepy

Itarun is baby

citron is a walking racist stereotype and thats why i dont like a3 :)

itaru is too good looking for his own good, love that for him

sakuya deserves the world but that's not an opinion it's just a fact

I- u. H m— u h— ...... so like- Taichi Banri and Tenma hanging out being friends. Y e s—

muku nonbinary

Yuki is a cishet, and saying he isn't when it's stated he is, and gets bullied for not being cishet makes me feel wrong

a3! writers: we addressed kazu's problems me: you didn't address shit a3! writers: we've addressed them

misumi deserves the world

Yuki is Ace and no it’s a fact people refuse to acknowledge

maybe we should talk more about how kazunari never got his conclusion and still has issues being himself but im just sayin

i don't think is actually unpopular but a3 im begging you. please stop type-casting characters and let characters other than yuki play female characters hdjkhfjkhfjs khjksh ok thanks

Misumi x Tenma is NOT valid (Sorry not sorry)

idk if this is unpopular but i wish misumi’s character was more fleshed out...his whole life can’t be 1.) triangle and 2.) parental neglect ToT

Muku has bigger duality than Itaru

cmon we could have a little izumi/banri's older sister. just for fun and banri's mild suffering

Juza is overrated

I- u. H m— u h— ...... so like- Taichi Banri and Tenma hanging out being friends. Y e s—

if they don't release the sprites of itaru and banri's older sisters i have no choice but to assume they're hot af and also sapphic

i actually don't see the appeal in SakyoIzu. idk, Izumi can do better than that

banri depressed :( thats why he angy

juza and omi superior ship

banri has good fashion taste fite me

taichi is a top tier boy <3

Taiyuki supremacy

jtszbn :]

taichi and juza good ship why does no one ship GRRR i angery

juza is way more interesting than people give him credit for! him just casually offering to cross dress...i love him. also he definitely wears eyeliner

idk man but taichi is severely underappreciated

Juza and banri are both subs but banri is a brat and makes juza top. Juza's mom has beaten god behind a 711

Nachi is best boy

Azumi needs to Stop

Uhhhh the puppy characters aren't actually that cute and Taichi is very annoying on the surface before taking into account his backstory. The characters who have passions and interests outside of just being good to you, the player, are much cuter imo

it's not an unpopular opinion, i'm literally just in love with omi

Homare’s definitely gay, I can feel it

azuma... asexual.. thank u for coming 2 my ted talk

Tasuku is a himbo. He's buff, he's stupid, and contrary to popular belief he is NOT mean, yall are just sensitive. I will die mad about this

Tasuku is a himbo. No I will not budge on this. After he stops being an asshole he BECOMES a himbo and if liber would just SHOW him being the himbo he was meant to be then I'd be able to rest in peace

Hisoka is a really good flirt

U h Hisoka is so fuvkimg short i swear to fucking god he needs to drink more fucking milk-

Beyond the Wall is not that good.

guy deserves more thirsty hoes why does he have so few give guy thirsty hoe stans

homare rights

Homare world domination

hisoka unhinge

Azuma is genderfluid.

Tsumugi and his "grandma" vibe ;)))

Homare mermaid play. We need it

Azuma deserves a hug so does Homare actually all of Winter Troupe deserves a hug

Cybird pls let me date izumi I would like to give her a kiss pls

They’re all gay

Gay

I'm gay

i’m conflicted about izumi bc on the one hand i like fleshed out female leads but on the other hand because i’m so different from her i find it hard to relate to the game sometimes

the anime is still not perfect but I like it for what it is

um i dont hate this particularly, but it annoys me how everyone ships the lead and co-lead (saku&masu, tenyuki, juban) because they have a good dynamic, like ??? yeah lol and?? but its harmless and stuff so in chill w it. only exception is tasuku and tsumu because they do have chemistry!! absolutely hinted at

[ptsdkirishima]

i am. Tired of genderbends