#i feel so embarrassed venting about a ya novel here but i needed to get this out of my system aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

[ihopethisendswell]

This is gonna be so left field y'all, I just needed to rant about this stupid book hgvhvgvgvcg

Months ago I got a random book from BG's ( very big supermarket essentially), not knowing it was the second book in a series. I decide to read it anyway, bc I already spent money on it. Only now I'm like. Actively chipping away at the book, and like. I already knew I wouldn't be sold on a romance between two characters missing a shit ton of context, but so far I just. Don't care. Hgvhvgvgvcg. Truthfully I care more about the fem protag bc I think she's interesting, and I do feel for her, but her love interest is. Alright. I guess. I don't particularly like this guy. The main conflict in between the two so far is that the main love interest hides a big ass secret that is directly tied to the mc, and this is focusing on the after math of that. The MC is, rightfully, upset and doesn't trust the guy. The mli,to his credit, wants to make it up to her, earn her trust back, and pursue a relationship. In his eyes, they are the end game. And honestly, that's all fine and dandy if he would actually fucking tell her the truth. Something about asking the questions she wants. And like??? Bro????? Just tell her?????? She's asking you to be honest with her, you both know that you love each other, so why?????? Still hide????? It's so weird bc he genuinely says some sweet stuff and is considerate towards her but also! Just! Doesn't seem to take her distrust seriously. Or maybe he does, but he's shit at showing it, god damn.

Like. I fully get that I am missing a whole nooks worth of content here. I fucking get it. And!! I'm not even half way done with this thing. I'm only now getting invested bc I actually am having fun with this thing. Maybe down the line my opinion will change but. Just. The romance is not appealing to me right now lol. Actually I just think it's not appealing when the main love interest is there. Cause when the mc was talking to her friend about it, or anyone, it's more entertaining.

Like no amount of saying your devotion and wanting to make things work is gonna matter if you don't actually. Say anything, ya know? And I get there's like. A shit ton of reasons why, right? The stakes are high and the mc needs to learn how to mentally protect herself, but also her life has been uprooted, everything she knew was a lie, the least she can count on is her boy toy that she genuinely loves to be honest with her. Which. I guess you can say he is, but not in the way that she wants.

I dunno man. Maybe I don't Get It, but it's not clicking with me.

[m-y-fandoms]

Rantarou Amami x Ultimate Writer - FLUFF

Request: Hi! Your writing is incredible ^^ I was wondering if you could write Rantaro with an Ultimate Essay Writer s/o, maybe comforting them when they're up late writing? I hope that's okay, and thank you :D

Hey! Sure I can do this! But, I wanna make it just the Ultimate Writer. I’m an english writing major myself IRL, and I have to write essays, non-fiction, emails, resumes, letters, instructional guides, graphic novels, fiction, poetry etc. so they will definitely have essay-writing skills anyway. Ultimate Writer just makes it easier. I hope you don’t mind :) - Admin Kokichi

     "Nnnn!" You gritted your teeth in frustration, "NNNGGHH!" Your arm was stretched to its extent, reaching up with all your might. The shelf above was just out of reach. Your fingertips scraped against the spine of the thick brown book above you, but strain as you might, it wasn’t budging, firm and snug against the others on the shelf. "Gah!" You puffed in anger, clenching your fists. Why did the books you wanted from the basement library always have to be so high up? You needed this particular text as a reference for your next piece. 

     It was going to be a throwaway letter, a confession written to express your feelings then set them free by burning it later. It didn’t matter, really, what you wrote at this point. Anything to get your mind off of all of… this. In this killing game, your writing was the only thing that brought you comfort. You stayed up every night scrawling until your wrist cramped up. Your Monopad had a notes section to type in, but you much rather stick to the traditional ways. The lack of sleep and endless output of creative thought was starting to weigh on you, and now it looked like you weren’t even getting this damn book today, “Man, this blows…” You sighed deeply. "AH!" You jumped, startled when a large, ring-clad hand suddenly appeared in front of your face, bracelets jangling in your ear. Soon, you felt someone's broad chest against your back. The hand grabbed the book you wanted and brought it down. You turned around with your hand on your chest, still a little jumpy. "Oh, phew… Rantarou, it's just you."

      "Yeah,” he chuckled gently, “here ya go Y/N." There stood your crush, the rich playboy with a heart of gold. You felt your cheeks go warm. He was often in the library, and you relished every moment you got to spend glancing over your shoulder at him while we has up to his usual antics of planning traps or researching new ways to interrogate your classmates until someone was spooked into admitting their position as the mastermind. Once in a while, he would read for pleasure, and at first you felt like an asshole for being surprised by that. You judged him too early on, seeing a flawless face and a suave personality and assuming he would be the popular kid archetype you’d seen in many an awful young adult novel. The more you got to know him, the more he revealed himself to be highly intelligent, well-rounded, considerate, empathetic, and extremely attractive.

     "Thanks, Rantarou," you looked down, placing the book under your arm.

     "No problem… it's not everyday I get to do something useful for someone else here," he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. You laughed too, looking him up and down. 

      “That’s not true!” you countered. “You’re always helping us all out. You give great advice, too!”

      “Well, I try to help, but I’m sure it hasn’t escaped everyone’s notice that none of my plans have really... taken off,” he gestured, moving his hand in a soaring-upward motion. “Also, with me not rememberin’ my talent and all… I kinda have become the expendable background character, yeah?” His eyes crinkled closed with a kind smile.

      He laughed again to fill the silence of the dark, empty library. You giggled. You always thought it was cute how could be so humble, looking the way he did, sounding the way he did. He had been that way ever since you’d met him, and are far as you were concerned, it seemed genuine. You couldn’t really trust anyone in this killing game, but you trusted Rantarou. Even in the library past midnight, where no one would know if you ended up dead, you trusted Rantarou.

      "Sorry, I uh, I didn't mean to scare you," he leaned against the bookcase, arms crossed.

      "Nah, it's fine. You helped me out, so I forgive you..." You joked, playfully punching his shoulder. He smiled a bit sheepishly, an expression you didn’t see often in the confident male.

      "Yeah I… haha," He fiddled with a book nearby," I didn't think anyone would be here. I always come at night. Surprisingly, it's pretty boomin’ here during the day, so I come later on to avoid the hassle of a crowded space." You understood completely. Rantarou was always secretive about his plans.

      “I know, I see you here sometimes,” you mused.

      “Oh, really? I usually sit behind the back shelves, so I guess i didn’t notice you. You’re pretty quiet, huh? Maybe I should be watchin’ my back for you, huh?” He snickered

      "I was having the same thought, isn't that weird?" He looked at you with alarm. “I’m kidding!” To that, he relaxed a bit. "So, watcha reading?"

      "Oh, um," He gestured behind him to the aforementioned back shelf "I’m set up back there reading. It's just some old, boring, textbook information on one of the small countries I’ve visited. I thought it'd be interesting, but..."

      "Yeah, sounds like it," You looked at him with genuine interest, and he smiled in appreciation.

      "Wait, really?!"

      "Yeah, why wouldn't it be? I think it’s super cool that you’re well-traveled. I guess that’s why you and Korekiyo get along so well, huh?" His feet shuffled in silent excitement at your shared enthusiasm. He bit his lip playfully, and your eyes grew shiny in admiration. He was so adorable.

      He noticed your change in expression and coughed, frowning a little in embarrassment. You tried to change the subject, to make him comfortable again.

      "H-hey, Rantarou?"

      "Hmm?" He looked up from the ground eagerly.

      "You're gonna be up reading all night, right? Well.. I will be, too, and... it’s harder for someone to kill us with four eyes on the lookout..."

      "Yeah?"

      "So, you wanna maybe sit with me here at my table? The vents reach this side of the library better so it’s a bit warmer... haha, it's... it's kinda cold in here," You pulled your uniform’s turtleneck tighter around yourself, shaking a little. Rantarou immediately accepted. He wasn’t about to pass up an invitation from his crush.

     “Hell yeah, sounds great! I’ll go grab my stuff, but, hey, I’ve noticed I hardly ever see you in the dorms… you know you gotta sleep, right?” He had a concerned look on his face, and your heart of course fluttered at his attention to detail and knowledge of your habits, but you didn’t want him worrying about you when he had his own safety to look out for.

      “Well, I appreciate the concern, but I’d much rather spend time with you than be in my dorm alone worrying.” He seemed to blush at your words, and you thought you’d maybe gone too far, until he agreed, and rushed over to grab his reading material.

~

      You sighed deeply, a yawn slipping out once or twice. At least two hours had passed since you and Rantarou set up your little corner and there he still sat, in the wooden chair across from yours, never looking up at you from his book. A peaceful, relaxed look glazed his face. He had been that way almost the whole time, but you could sense him becoming a bit antsy. Maybe he was just tired?

      You were both fast readers, so by now you had already read the best sections of your own books and switched. He now sat reading the yellowed pages of the book you selected: an eclectic compilation of 16th century romance literature, and you were now five chapters into his text on the different ethnic groups of some far-off land.

      “Hmm… heh,” he shook his head amusedly.

      “What?” Your head shot up anxiously, fearing he was judging your choice of genre.

       “It’s just... some of this is extremely cheesy and cliche. You’d think the old masters would have done a little better.” He lifted the book in a referencing gesture.

      “Ah, yes, I noticed that as well. I was hoping for a little inspiration, but… it seems Monokuma isn’t the best curator of quality literature.” He nodded in agreement, seemingly stuck on a thought. You could see him stare into space for a second before continuing.

      “Inspiration for what… may I ask?” He pressed, waiting with bated breath for your reply. You felt your feathers start to ruffle, the borders of your comfort zone being invaded by the enemy. You didn’t know if you should answer honestly. The letter was a throwaway for a reason…

      “I was going to write a letter…” it slipped out, and you quickly regretted it. Apparently, your brain had decided to take the lead for you. You never recalled yourself being so forward or brave.

      “Why do you need sonnets and romance novels to write a letter? Planning to sweet talk Monokuma into freeing us?” He chuckled somewhat teasingly, but his haughty words slowly faded to silence upon noticing the wet shine in your nervous eyes, the way your fingers played with the corner of the book as a distraction for your discomfort.

      “No…” You coughed, clearing your throat. Rantarou looked away, running a hand through his green shaggy locks. He knew what the letter was for, of course, who it was for. He was a bit nervous, too, eager to play off the tension in the room with humor, but it wasn’t working. He was wondering why you were so apprehensive, so sullen at his inquiry. You two flirted almost every day… did you seriously need to worry about his reaction? Did you think he didn’t like you back? “I-It’s… well it was going to be a um… a confession of sorts… just to get my feelings down on paper and off my chest. Then I was gonna burn it afterward to set those feelings free!” You smiled weakly, betraying your lack of confidence.

      “Nah, you should give it to him- them!” He corrected himself, dropping the most obvious hint he could. You still didn’t look convinced, a bit oblivious.

      “Y-you think so?”

      “For sure, no doubt. Whoever that letter is meant for,” he leaned in to you, clasping his calloused hands around yours. You felt your heart skip a beat at the contact, and you were left speechless, fearing any words spoken now would come out as idiotic babbling, “they are gonna love it. Trust me.” His eyebrows rose with emphasis, and he shot you one of his iconic, heart-melting smiles.

[viscariaa]

Romance Books & Pick-up Lines

Ship: Oumasai/Saiouma

Words: 1026

Type: Fluff

Trigger Warning: None

Posted: 08.16.20

Description: Kokichi works at a bookstore and after getting sent to the staff break room, he gets informed Shuichi is in the store. 

Kokichi flings himself into the bookstore’s staff break room, flopping down on the old green sofa. He rubs his temples, trying to escape the raging headache. “Such a Karen…” 

Kokichi groans, remembering how just a minute ago, he was arguing with a customer over a book being placed in a wrong aisle. He was about ready to scream at the middle-aged women until Kirumi decided to send him to the break room to calm down. 

“I can’t believe that was all over a manga in the children’s book area…” 

“Kokichi?” 

He lifts his head up, seeing Kirumi enter. She stood by the door, wearing a white button-up with a dark green vest, black pants and flats. Kokichi looks down at his own wrinkled uniform, tugging at the uncomfortable vest and sliding his white sneakers over the wooden floor.

 “May you look around and ask if a customer needs assistance?” 

“Aren’t I on a break?”

 “Well, you could…” Kirumi gives a rare mischievous smile, “but you’ll miss out on seeing the blue-haired boy you love to talk to.”

This made Kokichi jump to his feet, flying out of the room, almost knocking down Kirumi. “You could have said that earlier, Mom!”

He faintly hears Kirumi chuckle, but he runs behind the cash registers, despite Rantaro’s and Kiibo’s protests. He ends up in the middle of the store, going up the escalator to the mystery and thriller novels. 

Now on the second floor, he darts towards the right, passing the young adult and romance books. But, he halts, almost tripping on his feet. 

He spies none other than Shuichi Saihara in the romance aisle. Shuichi was wearing a black turtleneck with fitted black jeans, a long trench coat reaching a bit above his knees, his black boots blending in with the carpet.

“Who knew a emo, sleep deprived college student would be in the romance aisle?”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Kokichi skips over to Shuichi. 

“O-Ouma?!” 

“Need any help?” Kokichi gives him a toothy grin.

Shuichi doesn’t respond, only giving Kokichi a blank stare. The purple haired begins to wave his hands in front of Shuichi, hoping to catch his attention. “You alive, Shu?” 

“Sorry!” Shuichi looks at the floor, shifting his feet, “i-it’s just you’ve never asked me before...I was just startled…”

“Aww!” Kokichi stands on his tiptoes to reach Shuichi’s face, “my beloved, just wanted my attention!” 

“W-well...no...yes..I-I mean-” 

Kokichi pokes at the taller male’s cheeks, “you don’t have to be shy around me, Shu! I’m honored to be in the presence of a fellow college student!”

“Aren’t you a college student?”

He ignores Shuichi’s remark, glancing around the romance books. Kokichi gets a lightbulb idea, causing the all too familiar mischievous smile to appear on his face. Shuichi could feel his heart rate increase at the sight, his thoughts being consumed by the shorter male.

“I was looking for something hot to check out!” 

Shuichi almost chokes, “is Ouma really-” 

“Are you a library book? I can’t stop checking you out!” 

“Is he really-” 

“A perfect book for you would be in fine print!”

“Flirting with me?!” 

Shuichi’s brain felt like it malfunctioned. His heart pounding so hard like it’s going to explode, he was certained his face was cherry red. His mouth hangs open and the only words he uttered were, “a-are y-you...p-panta? ‘Cause...y-you’re s-sweet…”

Now, it was Kokichi’s turn to be flustered. He did not expect a response from the shy male. Both of them simply stared at the other, not wanting to cut through the warm atmosphere. 

“Humanity truly is amazing.”

“You guys are adorable!”

This snaps the two out of their daze. The bookstore manager, Korekiyo Shinguji, and long-time friend, Kaede Akamatsu were at the end of the row. Kokichi grew an embarrassed blush on his face as he spotted the flash of a camera from Kaede. 

“Shuichi I can’t believe you took my advice!” 

“Advice?! The hell!?” Kokichi looks up at Shuichi, who stares back at the floor.

“What kind of advice, huh?” Kokichi wiggles his eyebrows at Shuichi. 

“I...needed...romantic advice…” 

“I told Shuichi to buy a romance book since he reads so much!” Kaede clasps her hands together. 

“You could have told me, ya know!” Kokichi laughs. 

Shuichi gives a glance over to Kaede, who gives him a thumbs up. Shuichi bows to Kokichi before speaking, “O-Ouma, can...may you g-go on a...date with me!”

Kokichi snorts, “obviously yes! I wasn’t saying those pick up lines for no reason!” 

Shuichi sighs, tension leaving his shoulders, “tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow!”

They both smile before Korekiyo talks, “Kokichi, you still have an hour and a half left of your shift.” 

“Yes, boss!” Kokichi waves, winking at Shuichi before flying down the escalator. 

 Shuichi watches the purple head before nearly collapsing on the floor. He grasps his chest, “I can’t believe it...he said yes. He said YES!”

He could hear Korekiyo chuckle before leaving, Kaede goes over to gently pat her flustered friend on the back. Soon, Shuichi stumbles to stand up, and begins to shake Kaede by her shoulders. 

“Kaede?! Now what!? I need your help! I don’t even know where to go! I’ve never been on a date! What should I wear?! What should-”

Kaede places her hands in front of her, slightly pushing the taller male. “First, get some sleep! Then, we’ll call!” 

“Ah! I’m sorry!” 

“It’s fine, Shuichi! Just go to your dorm and catch some rest!”

Shuichi inhales a deep breath before thanking Kaede and rushing down the escalator. He spots Kokichi working the cashier, giving Shuichi a wink before continuing to talk to the customer. 

The blueberry rushes out of the store before rounding the corner to head to his college dorm room. “I’m so in love with him, sheeh.” 

He lets out a grin, remembering the purple hair that curls at the tips, the doll-like skin, and the flecks of gold under the purple contact. The childish attitude with the harmless pranks and the love for Panta. 

“I’m going to make this the best date ever!” 

Shuichi runs to his college dorm, ecstatic for the day to come.

Hello, lovelies! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but online school is starting for me tomorrow. Unfortunately, there will be gaps of me not posting because of school. Hope you all will be patient with me! If any of you lovelies want to vent I’m here, sending virtual hugs! - December   

[verai-marcel]

First Into The Night (RDR2 Fanfic, 18+ ONLY)

Summary: You are a woman on the eve of your engagement, cursing the world as your parents had decided that the man for you was someone you had never met, and from what you had heard from the servants, he wasn’t a good man. Running away to the city, you run into a stranger, an outlaw with the most beguiling eyes and tempting smile, who promises to be gentle. Will you go with him when he holds his hand out to you?

Author’s Notes: Average marriage age in 1890 for women is about 22 years, according to the US census. So I wrote Reader as older than that, because I came up with a line and I really wanted to use it. That’s my one conceit of this request. Everything else is from my dear requester, @uwulicious, who wanted a low honor Arthur tempting a virgin reader.

Tags: virgin reader, Low Honor Arthur, dubcon, dirty talk, seduction, blow jobs, rough sex

Find it on AO3 here!

The gas lamps, the clip-clop of horses drawing carriages, and the crowds around the gambling houses and hotels made you shake with excitement. You had finally, finally gotten out of the house, free from your stuffy relatives, escaping from under their noses while the servants were busy preparing for tomorrow night.

Ugh. Tomorrow night could just stay away. Your fiance, chosen for you by your parents, of course, was supposed to come and officially meet you, and your family and his were to have a nice meal together.

But you wanted none of that. You wanted freedom. You wanted love, like in the romance novels you loved so dearly. Where a man would whisk you away and kiss you and hug you all night long. And ravish you, whatever that meant. It sounded appealing.

After wandering around the city, your head up in the sky with thoughts of the last book you read, you looked around and realized you had lost your way. The lamps here were less polished, the road less clean. Even the lights coming from the buildings here were less warm, more dim, and seemed a bit more reddish in hue. You turned around, trying to retrace your steps. Walking past a saloon, a large man stumbled out of the double doors, looked around, and spotted you. He instantly went still for a heartbeat, before straightening up and sauntering towards you.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” His voice was like velvet against your ears, though his words were slightly slurred.

“Hello, sir,” you greeted in response. You wrinkled your nose; the man smelled of whiskey.

He looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow. “This your first time on the street?”

“Yes, I’ve never done this before,” you answered, not quite understanding what he meant.

His eyes glowed. “Well then, c’mon. I’ll be gentle.” He took your hand, and started pulling you in a different direction. You tried to pull your hand back, but then he turned and stepped into the lamp light, giving you a clear view of his face. His eyes were warm and amused, while the smile on his full lips gave you shiver of a different kind of excitement. His jaw was dusted with the return of a beard, and his body was the kind you wanted to have wrapped around you, keeping you safe.

Perhaps he would hug you, kiss you, and even show you what books meant by ravish?

“Don’t be frightened, little angel. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

You nodded and followed him into the night.

***

He took you down a few winding alleys until you saw a small hotel. It was more like an inn, with only a few rooms centered around a small courtyard in the back. The room he took you into was small, but tidy and clean. As you walked inside and looked around, you heard the door shut, and the shuffle of clothes falling to the ground. You turned to see the man unbuttoning his shirt, his jacket and gun belt already off.

You gasped and stumbled backwards until your legs hit the bed, and you fell back onto the mattress.

He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, his grin turning wolfish as he stalked towards you. His arms caged you in, his hands close to your face as he leaned over you.

“What’s your name, angel?”

You told him just your first name.

“Lovely.” He leaned in slowly and oh so gently pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and delicate.

“May I have your name?” you whispered.

“Arthur Morgan.”

“Mr. Morgan, I’m not sure I understand what is going on,” you said, a bit embarrassed.

Arthur stood up and looked at you for a few moments. “How old are you?”

You told him as you sat up. He let out a chuckle.

“You’re a bit past marryin’ age; you shoulda known what I was askin’ of you.”

You pouted. Wasn’t your fault you didn’t know much outside of your home.

Arthur put his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, didn’t mean anythin’ by it.” He quickly switched topics. “So why were you out on the street?”

“I… I got lost. I ran away from home.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“My parents are forcing me to marry someone I’ve never met. And I’ve heard things about him from the servants. I don’t want to marry him!”

He nodded, listening to you vent about your life situation. As you groused about your overbearing parents and the terrible things you had heard about your groom-to-be, Arthur had slowly come closer to you, sitting by your side, holding your hand, rubbing your shoulders and back, his hand feeling so good on you. You glanced over at his chest, scarred and dusted with hair. Overcome with the urge to touch him, you quickly looked away, trying to control yourself.

“Sounds like you need something to get your mind off your situation,” he murmured, his hand massaging your neck. You moaned, leaning into his touch. He caressed your cheek, turning you to face him. He nibbled your lower lip. You leaned closer to him, letting him lead, learning how to kiss him. His tongue played with yours, slowly coaxing you to do the same. You didn’t know a kiss could be so sensual, so exciting.

He slowly leaned you back down again, letting some of his weight push against you as he stroked your side, a meandering touch, trailing heat down your body as he continued to kiss you. Then he started leaving sweet kisses on your cheek, your chin, your neck. When his lips grazed the top of your blouse, he reached up to start unbuttoning, and you breathed hard.

“Sir, I....”

“Hmm?”

“I’m supposed to remain chaste for my fiance.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s the proper thing to do!”

“You ain’t bein’ proper now, are ya?”

You stopped to think about this. He was right; you had run away, you had followed a strange man into his hotel room, and now, he was above you, touching you and kissing you.

“You never rolled around with a man before?”

“No…” you answered, trailing off. After fidgeting for a few moments, you pushed him away and stood up. “This is too much,” you mumbled as you tried to step away.

He chuckled as he stood up with you. “Let’s start slow. You alright with a hug?”

You took a breath and nodded. Hugging was relatively safe.

Arthur took a step closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. He gently brought you into his wide chest, and you wrapped your arms around his torso. His hands stroked down your back until he had wrapped you up into a warm embrace, feeling his muscles against your cheek. You could hear the steady drum of his heart, and felt him kiss the top of your head. You felt protected.

The hug went on, and you never wanted him to let you go. The circle of his arms made you feel so safe that you didn’t notice him subtly drawing you back to the bed until he had sat down upon it, pulling you into his lap.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, thinking he was going to go too far again, but Arthur just kept holding you, rubbing your back until you calmed back down.

“I said I’d just hug you until you were ready for more,” he said, his hands stroking your belly and your shoulders, your sides, your hips. You clung to him, your breaths becoming shallow as he touched you. Though he wasn’t touching you in your private areas, just his warm hands on you was exhilarating enough.

“I… I think I’m ready for a little more,” you said in a hushed tone.

“How ‘bout a bit of kissin’?”

“Alright,” you replied, closing your eyes.

Arthur softly kissed your forehead. Then the tip of your nose. He pecked your cheek. And finally, he kissed your lips, and you sighed happily. He gently coaxed your mouth open once more, and soon you were making out with him, tongues warring for dominance, his hands all over your back, crushing you to his hard body. You learned quickly from before, and were soon pushing him on the bed, eager for more.

“Pushy lil’ thing, ain’tcha?”

You giggled; you were drunk on this feeling. You felt bold enough to ask him something that had been on your mind all night. “Arthur?”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“What....” You fumbled, but took a deep breath and asked, even though it would make you look like a fool. “What does it mean to ravish someone?”

You noticed Arthur’s eyes began to glimmer with a dark heat, and his lips curved in a mischievous smile. “Oh, you innocent angel. I’ll teach you.”

“Just tell me!” you insisted.

“Naw, much more… educational… if I just ravish you instead.”

That was all the warning you got before he held you in his arms and rolled you over on the bed, pinning you down. His hands went up to your blouse buttons once more and he unbuttoned each one, not letting you stop him, even as you tugged at his arms.

“Wait…”

“You wanted to know, didn’t ya?”

“Yes, but…”

“Do you really want me to stop? Or is it just your precious etiquette that’s stoppin’ ya from enjoyin’ yerself?”

He stared hard at you, a passion in his eyes that made your body hot with desire. What did you truly want? As you took a deep breath, you felt with your body, your heart, the heat pooling at your core. And you came to a conclusion.

“Don’t stop.”

Arthur’s smile was sensual, his look promising an erotic experience that you’d never forget. He continued to unbutton your blouse, pulling it out of your skirt and helping you shrug it off. Your chemise was thin and showed your body through the nearly translucent fabric. Then he quickly unbuttoned your skirt, pulling it off you with hurried tugs.

As you lay on the bed in just your under things, you suddenly felt shy, and tried to cover yourself. But Arthur wouldn’t let you; he grabbed your wrists and held them with one hand over your head. He grabbed the drawstring of your drawers and pulled, and then dragged your drawers off you completely, exposing your most private center. You started to scream, but he immediately clamped down on your mouth.

“Don’t scream, darlin’. You said you wanted this.”

You nodded. He let go of your mouth, his hand gently stroking your cheek as he moved to help you take off your chemise, the fabric dragging along your nipples, making you sigh as even the slightest movement on your sensitive skin aroused you. Now you were nude, all of you exposed to a man you just met, but whose body you wanted to envelop you. You wanted him to subdue you, to teach you what a man could do to you.

But you started shaking, regardless of what you were wanting.

Arthur saw you, trembling like a scared rabbit, and lay down next to you, stroking your side in a soothing pattern. “Too fast?”

You nodded.

“I said I’d be gentle. I didn’t lie,” he murmured, as he got up to take off his pants. You watched as he revealed the rest of his body to you, his scars and muscles telling a story of a man who had seen a lot, a man who had a whole life of adventure and hard work, and yet here he was, laying down next to you, taking your hand and placing it on his chest so you could feel the constant rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Breathe, angel.” He took your hand and brought it to his hard shaft. It felt strange in your hand, hard yet soft, warm, pulsing.

“Feel what you’ve done to me,” he whispered in your ear. “Gonna make sure you feel it too.”

You looked at him in surprise as he shifted down the bed until he was in between your legs, spreading you open. You instinctively tried to close them, but he was too strong, and you made yourself relax your muscles, feeling him caress your inner thighs. His tongue traced circles along your skin, moving closer to your virgin hole.

“Oh lord, what are you doing-” You couldn’t speak after he put his mouth on your clit. He lapped at that little spot, making you gasp and writhe with pleasure; how could one small move of his tongue bring so much bliss through your body? You felt yourself growing wetter as he tongued and sucked on you. Feeling him tease a finger inside you, you bucked your hips. He chuckled at your movements before kissing your nether lips once more.

Arthur finally came up for air, and licked his lips. “You’re like a fine whiskey, sweetheart.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The longer the whiskey ages in the barrel, the better it tastes when it’s finally released.” He slid up your body and licked your neck, making you shiver with desire. “I can’t wait to taste your release.”

He kissed down your body once more until he was between your legs, pleasuring your clit with his tongue. You felt him finger you again, pushing a second finger inside you, stretching you open as he brought waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Those waves reached a peak, and you toppled over the edge, screaming his name as you spasmed on the bed, your legs clamping his head tightly as he drew out the last crest of your climax.

When you finally relaxed, your legs fell limp onto the bed. You looked a right mess: your skin was heated and your hair messed up from how much you were wracking your head back and forth from his ministrations. Every breath you took was deep, a slight tremor accompanying each exhalation. That had been the first time you had felt such physical pleasure, and you were afraid you were going to pass out.

“We ain’t done yet, angel,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed, lifting you up easily and moving you to the middle of the mattress. He sat back on his knees, stroking his cock as he pushed your legs open. “My turn.”

“Wait…”

“I can’t wait any longer, angel.”

“Please, Arthur,” you begged. You didn’t know how his huge shaft would fit inside.

He ignored you as he nudged your opening, and began pushing inside of you. He held your legs open as he slowly sank into you while you writhed, reaching up to push against him.

“Arthur,” you whined, “it’s too much, it’s too big!”

He reached down and teased your clit, stopping his forward momentum for a minute to arouse you into a more consenting mood. Your breaths were ragged; the pain from taking a man for the first time began to subside as his fingers on your clit and his other hand playing with your breasts were bringing your pleasure back to the forefront of your senses. When you looked like you were ready, Arthur leaned forward once more.

“Such a good fit,” he muttered, trying hard to even his breathing. You could tell he was controlling himself, holding back from whatever it was he wanted to do. Staying as still as you could, you watched him enter you, the last inch of him disappearing inside of you in a swift thrust.

You both moaned at the full contact. Knowing that you were ruined and not caring, you cried out when Arthur pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside of you.

“You wanna know what people like me say instead of ‘ravish’?” he asked you as he started to move his hips, shallowly at first.

“What, do you, say?” you asked, unable to keep your voice in an even tone.

He fell upon you then, crushing your body into bed, his hairy chest rubbing against yours. His tongue flicked out to lick your earlobe before he whispered huskily into your ear.

“I say ‘fuck’. As in, I’m gonna fuck your tight pussy until you come all over my cock.”

You nearly passed out from all of his coarse language. You hadn’t heard such naughty things directed at you before, and your heart beat fast just thinking about what he had said, and what he was doing to you now. He was taking you completely; all you could focus on was his cock, hammering away at you as you spread your legs for him, eager to give everything to him.

“Sir,” you gasped, “I… I want more!”

“More what, darlin’?”

“I don’t know, just… more….” you replied, not knowing what it was you longed for.

He laughed softly and pulled out of you, flipping you roughly onto your stomach. He pulled you up onto your knees, took your hands and placed them on the headboard.

“Hold tight,” he murmured into your ear, then impaled you from behind. He was entering you from a different angle, deeper, harder, and it made you sob softly from the feeling of being filled so fully. Not waiting for you to be ready for this new position, Arthur took you hard, his arms on either side of yours as he too, gripped the headboard. His hips slammed into your ass, the slapping sounds of wet flesh filling the air as he single-mindedly rutted into you, using your body like it was his to own.

As your mind fell into a lustful trance, all you could think was that this carnal possession was what you needed. It was all you ever needed. And when he reached around with one hand to tease your clit, then pinching it hard, you felt yourself at the edge once more, the wanton rapture almost too much for your body to handle.

“Come for me, angel. I want your pleasure, I want to feel it around me,” Arthur whispered into your ear.

Like he was the master of your body, his words pushed you into a wild release, giving you a feeling of unadulterated euphoria that soared through you. It shook you, wrung you out until you could barely breathe, and even towards the end of it, you could still feel him pumping his cock in an erotic rhythm the two of you shared.

But all too soon, he pulled himself out of you and grabbed you by the back of the neck. Dragging you in front of him, he pointed his cock at your face. He pinched your nose, forcing you to gasp for air.

“Taste yerself on my dick,” he growled, shoving himself into your open mouth. Your sound of surprise was muffled as he grabbed the back of your head and forced you back and forth along his length.

“Use your tongue,” he instructed, and you learned quickly how to make him moan and hiss with pleasure. He didn’t stop, he used your mouth selfishly until he suddenly held you still. With a deep growl, he thrust once before shooting his hot, salty, bitter spend into your mouth. You choked, not used to such a taste in your mouth. As you were not really expecting it, you let some of it dribble from your mouth.

“Swallow it,” Arthur commanded as he pulled his softening member from you, using his fingers to push some of his spend back into your mouth. You licked his fingers, not really liking the flavor, but seeing the heat in his eyes, you only wanted to please him more.

He smiled down at you, petting your head like a favorite pet. “Good girl,” he drawled, and you smiled happily. Getting off the bed, he led you to the wash basin and cleaned you up before cleaning himself, and gently took you to bed, holding you in his arms. He kissed you tenderly, telling you how good you were, how brave you were for taking such a big man like himself.

“I’ll take you home in the morning,” he mumbled as he started to fall asleep. As much as you wanted to run away, you knew that it wouldn’t be right. At least you had this one night to remember being free.

***

The next morning, as the two of you got dressed, Arthur kept sighing. You finally had to ask why.

“It ain’t right, ya know? If you don’t wanna marry him, why should you?”

You smiled. When you woke up this morning, you were already thinking of standing up to your parents and telling them what you thought. It had occurred to you that you had not said outright that you didn’t want to marry that man. Maybe they’d listen. Maybe they wouldn’t. But at least you could say that you took a stand and finally said your truest words. You told Arthur as much.

“That’s good,” he said after listening to your decision. “Stand up for what you want. It’s your life.”

You and he left the hotel, got onto his horse, and took the road back to your estate, after you told him roughly where it was. When you saw the familiar gates get close, Arthur slowed his horse.

“I can’t take you much further. Folk like me don’t belong in a place like this.”

He helped you off the horse and walked you up to the gate. You stared down the road, then back at Arthur.

“Thank you,” you said, getting up on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll never forget you.”

Arthur just smiled shyly. It was a good look on him. “Take care of yerself,” he said as he gave you a hug.

You smiled and nodded as you squeezed his arm one last time before walking down the path to your house. You looked back, and he gave you a two-fingered wave before getting back on his horse and riding away.

As you walked down the path, steeling yourself for your confrontation with your folks, you reached into your pockets and was surprised to find a piece of paper shoved in one of them. You pulled it out and read it, surprised by the flowing script.

My little angel, If you ever want more, write a letter to Tacitus Kilgore and ask for some refreshment. I’ll come find you. -A.M.

You grinned and felt hope blossom in your chest.

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End Notes: So “fallen angel” was a term used for ladies of the night in the Old West. (Source: https://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-paintedlady/) Therefore, calling Reader “little angel” is sort of a reference to that, but also that she’s smaller than Arthur.

I hope this matched your request!!! Thank you for your patience!

[artlessictoan]

Day 4 - Uncle Kankuro

some kank&yodo silliness, bc I will never get tired of writing these two interacting nor will I ever get tired of pointedly ignoring canon and supplanting my own fics in its place

(ao3 version)

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Day 4 - Uncle Kankuro

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Yodo had been sitting quietly in the living room since he got home, lying on her stomach in the middle of the floor, idly flicking through an old novel.

She was up to something. She was definitely up to something.

Not that her reading was unusual, or her ignoring his presence as he flopped down in his lounge chair with a mumbled ‘hey brat’, but there was just something too… perfect about the scene, like she was acting bored and aloof, instead of just being bored and aloof as she normally was and, as many painful, embarrassing experiences had taught him, when in doubt, always assume she was up to something.

So, all that remained was to figure out whatever nasty little scheme she’d put into play this time, hopefully before he fell right into it.

Frowning, he stretched one of his long legs forward to prod at his niece’s foot.

She immediately kicked him back.

Not ready to accept defeat just yet, he nudged her again, big toe seeking out that ticklish spot right in the middle of her sole, he didn’t quite manage to get it before she brought her other foot into the game, trapping his awkwardly between her ankles. He snorted and easily pulled himself free, retreating back to his chair as he thought up a new tactic.

Yodo was still refusing to even turn her head in his direction, still pretending to be completely engrossed in her book; he could easily use that to his advantage though.

With stealth instilled in him over decades of hard training, Kankuro slowly, silently raised himself out of his chair, stepped just close enough that she wouldn’t notice him, balanced himself on one leg and gently smacked his foot in her face.

“GAH! You fu-!”

Letting out a scandalised gasp as he smooshed his foot against her nose, he called over his shoulder, “Gaara, quick, get in here, Yodo was about to curse again!”

The girl’s skinny little rat-claw fingers finally managed to pry him away, shoving at him until he toppled to the floor in a cackling heap. Finally free from his onslaught, she spluttered and rubbed harshly at her face. “Ugh, I was gonna say fungal infection ooze, ya donkey-pit!”

“Y’know,” he managed to say between laughs, “I think that swapping ‘ass’ and ‘hole’ with synonyms still counts as a swear.”

Her glare was sharp enough to cut glass, apparently she’d been taking notes from her father.

“Relax kid, I’m not actually gonna tell on you-” because he had no doubt Gaara would blame his potty mouth “-but I am gonna need you to tell me what horrifying prank you’ve got cooking this time.”

She rolled her eyes, fussed her hair back into its artfully dishevelled style and returned to her book. “Ain’t got nothin’ cooking,” she said.

“Riiight, and I’m the greatest Hokage who ever lived.”

“You wish,” she snorted, flashing him a quick, toothy grin, “Aunt Sakura’s way cooler than you are, talk to me when you’ve punched a god.”

His face dropped into an expression of blank horror as he pondered what the ramifications of the next generation growing up around such impossibly terrifying powerhouses might be. Damn, I’m getting old, he thought, before sitting himself upright and staring at Yodo once more. Ok she wasn’t gonna tell him what she’d done, that was fine, he could figure it out, no problem.

If she wasn’t bothered about moving from her spot, then that meant that, a) she didn’t need to do anything herself to put her scheme into motion and b) the trap was somewhere in this room – no way would she want to miss out on her victim’s reaction.

Disguising the movement behind a yawn, he scanned his eyes across the lounge, looking for anything wrong, any signs of disturbance at all.

Nothing unusual about the TV or the kids’ game consoles, Gaara had cleaned the floor this morning, so no dust-tracks to speak of, some books had been moved on the shelves, but given that she was currently reading one that could easily be put down to her choosing something to read – he mentally filed it away anyway, just in case – table looked untouched, chairs were exactly as he remembered, damnit, he couldn’t pick out anything, but she was just lying on the floor, legs idly kicking at the air as she flipped another page, cheek puffing up where she was resting it on her hand, exuding an aura that just screamed ‘trouble’.

Maybe that was her plan, deliberately act all suspiciously innocent until he was seeing traps in every shadow, almost pranking himself with his own paranoia! It was an advanced technique, but she was a quick learner and had a serious devious streak, he had no doubt she’d be capable of it… or maybe that’s just what she wanted him to think.

Damn it all.

Just as he was standing up to leave – because he had better things to do, definitely not because he was being outsmarted by a snotty little brat – Yodo had the audacity to snicker into her book, flashing one of her too-toothy grins up at him.

Oh, he was not going to take that; her book was yanked away in under a second, pulled effortlessly into his hand by a chakra thread.

“Oi, I was just gettin’ to a good bit!” she snapped, growling and jumping up to swipe at it.

He held his arm above his head, grinning wide as he said, “What’re you gonna do about it kid?” Before she could leap on him like she was clearly planning, he planted his hand right on her face, gently pushing her back even as she kept pushing forward. “C’mon, do you even want it ba-ACK! What- did you just lick me, brat?!”

While he was rapidly removing his hand from her slobbery maw and rubbing it harshly on his shirt, she managed to clamber onto his back and was just centimetres away from reclaiming her stolen property.

Still shuddering at the dampness on his skin, he tried to claw her off – carefully avoiding going anywhere near her mouth again – flailing limbs and clawing fingers grasping at the corners of the book. In all the confusion, he wasn’t sure who managed to send it flying into the air, but, following its path, he suddenly couldn’t care less, even as Yodo leapt from his shoulder and landed on it with a cry of triumph.

He was much too busy staring at the unnatural shadows hidden away in the ceiling’s air vent; normally they would allow for the cool air captured from the wind towers dotting the building’s roof to flow into the house, offering relief from the burning sun, but he was only just noticing that it was a little less draughty in here than it should be.

“Uh-oh.”

Flashing a quick, victorious grin at his niece, he casually leapt to the ceiling – chakra-coating a hand and his feet to stick in place – and reaching into the dark pit to discover what she’d hidden away there.

When he pulled out a cluster of familiar, disembodied puppet limbs, he had to stare at them for a good long minute just trying to process everything.

Seriously? She was gonna try and scare him with this? He regularly fell asleep cuddling a puppet head that Temari had once described as ‘the physical manifestation of all humanities sins’ and often found random arms and legs in his dresser when he was looking for clothes, even with the element of surprise, he was literally incapable of being scared by it.

He looked down to deride Yodo for her weak attempt, but she wasn’t there, book lying abandoned on the carpet. Frowning, he turned to find her, but was met with a blank stare.

“…What are you doing?” Gaara asked, tone suggesting that he’d had a very long day at work and would very much like to not have to navigate his brother’s eccentricities today if at all possible. Beside him, Yodo was rocking on her heels, hands clasped behind her back.

“Uncle said he wanted to play a prank on you, he was gonna make all that stuff fall on you when you sat down on the couch.”

Oh shi-

The smirk on his niece’s face was positively devious; he wasn’t sure whether to be horrified, or proud.

But he definitely knew how to feel about his little brother’s expression; the years had not dulled his death glare in the slightest. “Kankuro, what is the meaning of this?”

“N-no, Gaara you don’t understand, she set me up!”

That girl had the ‘cute pout of innocence’ act mastered. He’d taught her well – perhaps a little too well – but… he hadn’t taught her everything.

Revenge was gonna be sweet.

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[obsidianmichi]

I love solavellan fan stuff but I get a little tired of people who depict Solas as being some kind of creepy, older man, "wolf" type. It makes me wonder if they actually like Solas or just their idea of him. He's a lot of things but I've never gotten the impression he's a steamy, romance novel, hypersexual hunk who likes to use his dream powers to seduce innocent maidens.

I’m really not sure what this is asking me, to be honest. It feels like you’re just looking for someone to vent to. In which case, I’ll say:

Yes, there’s a lot of Solavellan fanfiction out there that’s more based in the idea of who the author wants Solas to be rather than who the narrative depicts him as. A lot of fanfiction is written by women, often young women working out their own sexual desires/fantasies. So when we get a character like Solas, there’s an impetus to change him into a romantic figure like a romance novel hero that they’re more familiar with.

It’s very strange and nonsensical in context to the material, but what can you do? Other than learning to differentiate between the authors you enjoy and learn to see the tell tale signs in the fanfiction to know where it’s heading, there’s not much you or I can do on that subject.

Most people turn to what they’re familiar with and when one desires to be desired, the player who embraces the pedestal Solas sets Lavellan on and has very little experience actually expressing their own sexual desires then it’s going to come off cheap, sleazy, more than a little corny, and consent need not necessarily apply.

I think it’s important to remember that despite the way its disparaged as a genre, writing romance is hard. (I’m really resisting the urge to make a manhood pun here.) Writing romance, often like experiencing it, can be embarrassing, uncomfortable, screwed up, and the author in question is left with few guiding pointers.

One of the pointers they have is the character you’re describing. That asshole is universal. If you’re writing romance for the first time, he’s an easy first time ride. (There I go again.)

Solas isn’t really a complex character when we get under the hood. (Not gonna stop.) However, imagining a character and imagining how a character goes about engaging in sex are two very different endeavors. Contrary to what it feels like in the game, Solas’ relationship feels pointed but is very general. He’s got orifices everywhere and not just the good kind. (Had to go there.) He’s a bit of Swiss cheese, and if you’re writing him then you’ve got to fill in most of the blanks for yourself. His background, his previous sexual relationships, whether he’d ever consider sex at all given the circumstances or any kind of deep emotional attachment because he’s very back and forth about it.

So, my advice to you is if this:

Don’t waste your time getting mad. Don’t waste your time getting frustrated on people not getting it right. Or do. If you are, I advise trying to write it for yourself if you haven’t already. Find the authors you like and stick to them like glue. Find authors who give recommendations that are up your ally and stick to them like glue. Appreciate them for the time they put into getting canon right if canon matters to you. Appreciate them for writing stories you enjoy.

However, if you were hoping to bond with me in this salting experience then, honey, I gotta tell you you’re too late. Its been two and a half years.

I’m over it.

There are a few offenders in the fandom that I’d still righteously like to sock in the face but that’s personal. You’re not gonna get any passionate heat from me these days.

Do yourself a favor. Don’t chase this particular cobra down this dark and nasty hole, it’s just gonna find a spot where it widens out, whips around, and bites ya. Love yourself. Don’t willingly chase the poison.

Talk to me about what you think Solas is like in a romance. What do you think he’s like? What do you think he’d be good at? How would he relate to his partner? Why do you like his romance?

Until then,