#Hot Dutch Daydream

[island-in-ignorance]

Shout out to this cute book for healing me after a read through of the animorphs series. It's the first book I could sit through after the HURT that animorphs did to my very psyche.

Very cute, love a book about nerds, and it honestly just felt like a warm hug when I needed it. 3.5/5 Stars

[noveltyreads]

Hot Dutch Daydream by Kirsty Boyce Book Review

ARC kindly provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review

This book was okay but it didn't really *grab* me. 

I have to give the book some credit though, it was very atmospheric and I think Kirsty Boyce did a great job at immersing the reader in Amsterdam/Holland, making them feel like a tourist in the book much like main character Sage. 

I enjoyed the characters. Sage was very ambitious with her study goals, although it was sort of unrealistic for a high school student to have that sort of prestigious internship overseas without being a medical student at university and without any prior experience. I liked Rhy, he was very sweet and I liked how artsy he was. All the characters made this book a very lighthearted read. 

My issues with the book came with the romance, it felt a little too quick for my liking with the main character instantly falling for the love interest despite not being interested in boys or relationships previously. A slow burn would've been a better way to go about developing the chemistry between Sage and Rhyland. 

While the book was very light-hearted, I kind of wanted a bit more from the book. It was definitely one of those fluffier stories but I wanted a bit more meat on the bone. It felt like there was something lacking and I felt bored at parts, wanting something more to happen with the story. That being said, I would recommend this book to people who would want a happy, light-hearted novel.

[malerek]

12 Brand New YA Books [Released April 15th to 21st 2023]

✨ 12 Brand New YA Books [Released April 15th to 21st 2023] ✨ Interested in all getting to know all the new Young Adult books coming out this week? Here's a full list! #BookBlogger #Booktwt #BookTwitter #YoungAdult #BrandNewYA

Brand New YA Books is a Saturday feature showcasing all the Young Adult books released in the last week. If you are an author and want to see your book featured on this list, send me an email to pagesplots@gmail.com will all the details. PUBLISHED APRIL 15th TO 21st 2023 If I See You Again Tomorrowby Robbie CouchGenre: Contemporary | Romance | Sci-fi | LGBTPublisher: Simon & Schuster Books for…

[pennydew]

i have 2 copies of dating and dragons, 1 copy of dungeons and drama, and 1 copy of hot dutch daydream, now all i need is hot british boyfriend and my life will be complete forever

[cozy-kit-cafe]

plush book self-care

[immajustvibehere]

Quiet, Solitude Hour

Arthur Morgan x gn!Reader

summary: On a hot afternoon, you find camp deserted with only one lazy cowboy to keep you company.

warning: slightly suggestive, Arthur is some years younger than he was in the game (it's up to you how much tho)

960 words, 5 minutes reading time

Credit to oolonglatte on Twitter! The drawing inspired this fanfiction :)

Camp was uncommonly deserted today. The majority was out on jobs, including Dutch and Miss Grimshaw, whose absence left a void in the usual hierarchy of overseeing and assigning chores. The sun blazed overhead, and whoever wasn't working was seeking shelter in the next saloon or going for a dip in a nearby lake. Even Mr Pearson, who normally remained within the bounds camp, had wandered off with Tilly to fish at a creek.

Having just completed the task of unloading hay from the wagon and neatly arranging it beneath a modest, hastily assembled shelter, you were convinced that you were the only one at camp. But then you saw a wispy thread of smoke rising from Arthur's tent. Not the black sort of smoke you get when you light a campfire, no, someone was smoking a cigarette. It must be Arthur, though his body was well hidden behind the crates that surround his tent.

You grinned as a prospect for diversion and amusement presented itself. You walked up to him, the grass and soil beneath your feet masked any audible approach. Slowly, Arthur’s body appeared. Recumbent upon his cot, Arthur wore nothing but jeans and boots. It looked as if he had hastily unclothed after a ride and now was trying to cool down. It was clear that he hadn’t expected anybody to be here, because even his belt was discarded in the grass, the jeans’ button and zipper had been undone nonchalantly, the latter halfway at best.

You observed the dark hair on his body that thickened beneath the curvature of his navel, only to lead down where it was swallowed by the shadow cast by his jeans. Arthur wasn't one to run around topless very often. You tried to remember when you ever saw him like this, only to realize it must have been years ago if ever.

You smiled contently. Arthur's eyes were closed and when he led the cigarette to his mouth, this happened on instinct and with a perfectly studied movement.

It felt forbidden, watching him like that. So you snuck away, heading for the create in the shadow where the gang kept some bottles of beer. The crate was buried in the ground to exploit every damp coolness that the earth had to offer. When you returned, two moderately cool bottles in hand, Arthur remained blissfully oblivious to your presence. The hand unoccupied by the cigarette, it had since shrunken significantly and would only be good for two more drags, was tracing circles on his lower abdomen. You watched as his fingers sifted through the strands of hair, a gentle caress which underlined that his thoughts were miles away.

Gently, you allowed the bottles to emit a soft chime as they touched and spoke softly: "Hope I'm not interrupting something?" More calmy than you had expected he'd react on the disturbance, Arthur's eyelids parted at a leisurely pace to meet your presence.

"'Course not", Arthur sat up slowly, smiling when you came closer, offering him a bottle. The remnants of his cigarette were extinguished before his fingers grasped the offered refreshment. Then he shifted along the cot, patting the fabric next to him. You sat down and only when your arm lightly brushed against his, Arthur seemed to wake up from his daydream.

He jumped up and put the bottle down on a table.

"Sorry I wasn't expecting someone to be here. Ain't proper to run around like that", Arthur grinned cheekily for a fleeting moment, before he stretched his limbs, righting his jeans and grabbing a shirt.   "Oh, come on!", you giggled, "It's damn hot today, I don't blame you."

Arthur's eyes rested on you for moment. He must have noticed that you also had more buttons unbuttoned than usual, because, though he put his shirt on, sleeved rolled up to expose his forearms, he didn't bother buttoning it, but only cramped the edges into his jeans.

"What've you been up to?", you asked as Arthur sat down next to you again. You still saw some of the drowsiness in him. The hot air had made him tired and if you hadn't disturbed him, he might have dozed off soon.

"Jus' been out riding. I was looking into a lead Hosea told me."

"Is it a good one?", you asked, smilingly. You didn't know where you took the courage from all of a sudden, but you put your hand on top of Arthur's that was resting between your bodies.

"Y-yeah, think so...", Arthur almost choked on the answer, surprised about the hand holding. Well, it wasn’t entirely unexpected, because the two of you had been sweet on one another for some time now. But Arthur's method of dealing with his feelings was to stay away from camp as much as possible, because there was no way you felt the same and he wanted to get over this silly crush. He hadn't expected you to...like him back. Not even talking about daring to do the first move.

"Nobody's going to be back for another hour…", you said, standing up to look around camp. Your hand was still loosely holding Arthur's who was watching you in awe.

"We should make use of this", you grinned suggestively.

Arthur's Adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he swallowed.

"Ya sure? Y/N I didn't know you felt like this...", Arthur said, visibly flustered.

"Now you know", your cheeks were flushed from the confession.

You sat down on Arthur's lap, facing him. Arthur's hands immediately wandered to your hip, holding it in place while looking up to you. Slowly, you pulled out the edge of the shirt that Arthur had crammed into his jeans, undoing the work he had done only a minute ago. But Arthur didn’t mind that at all.

[2demondogs]

Heartbreaking Charthur angst. Like a "What if..." Charles never left to help Rains fall and was there for Arthurs' end (high honor, help John ending)?

Anon I see ur vision, I respect your smoke, you are real for this, etc ad nauseam.

Any incorrect details um... blame it on the alternate timeline. I'll be honest I didn't proofread cuz this shit made me sad.

Words: 1.7k Tags: sickfic... :), character death, stream of consciousness, a lot of nondenominational religious Thoughts, major spoilers

Arthur had realized, since his first and last doctor's office visit, just how much time there was in a day.

Job after job after job and all that precious time he had never realized was slipping by. He wished he had never slept, for one; he hoped in the afterlife, if there was one, he might never sleep, because all things must end eventually, as he is still learning, and he'd hate to make the same mistakes twice.

He thought the Devil would look like Dutch, God save his soul — does he, here, mean himself, Satan, or Dutch? Arthur still doesn't know, supposes that they all need saved just as badly — and that he'd be worker of the month down there, too.

Turning tricks, maybe, wouldn't that be funny, workhorse to company pony, he thought recently, and then the pains started in earnest because workhorse wasn't always his middle name and it hurt badly to think of the days before.

Arthur still wants to go back.

It's been nearly an hour since Micah kicked him in the ribs. He knows, because he has become good at telling time, as if the universe is letting him on all those preternatural secrets a little early. It hurts so badly that it has ceased hurting at all— wouldn't he be sad to know it, if Charles had not shot him once Dutch had discarded him, too.

So many emotions on the matter of Dutch, yet no time to feel them. It's a good thing he began grieving him when Hosea died.

Instead of the sharp, white-hotness that he had worried was a rib puncturing his already squeezed lungs, there is now a constant ache throughout his body, maybe his very soul; he had used all of his breath screaming when Charles tried to move him, has not gotten one good one in since, and he thinks they both know the truth.

It's all up to one cough.

One last kick in the ass and it's lights out for old Mister Morgan, because that rattling in his breath can only mean one thing.

Charles kneels before where he lays on his side, looks down at him the way he had looked at that gored horse they came across while hunting, months ago— the way he looked at it before he told Arthur to put it out of its misery. He couldn't pull the trigger, even if he knew it was the kind thing to do. There is something meaningful in that memory which Arthur cannot think of words for, but he understands it the way men understand things when they are dying: silently, and completely.

Why is Charles so quiet, now? Arthur's eyes fall shut, and he cannot find the strength to open them for a long time.

He wouldn't be greedy if God came to him and said sure, son, you all look like ants from here, I'll drop you back into seventy-eight. Blood is seeping into his lungs, has to be, and every drop makes Heaven and Hell sound a whole lot more real.

In a perfect world, he might have left and made house with Eliza or made himself suitable for Mary, swallowed that boring life the happy way most men do. Because he would know. He would work in a mine and he would be happy to breathe in the coal, because he would know.

His wedding ring, he would know that, too, and suddenly this split-second daydream becomes a nightmare all over again.

I need to move on, Arthur, she wrote. It was one less thing to leave behind.

Sometimes he wished that Charles went, too, that he had chosen the type of belonging he'd grieved so often or that he had chosen Dutch, never to be on this mountain in the first place. That he had spat on Arthur and left him without a trace of his mortal life as he lay here dying, none except the familiarity of the sun breaking the sky and the grass dancing in the valley below — dancing, what a funny word for it, or maybe he's just hallucinating as his consciousness begins to slip to—

Well, wherever it's going to go.

No matter what, Arthur wishes that Charles did not look at him that way when he decided to stick around. They both knew it was because of Arthur, and they both knew it was temporary. He's been giving him the same look. Something like love, and grief.

I'm not dead, he wants to tell him, but Arthur knows there's no difference now and Charles doesn't deserve any more lies, anyways.

He lied to everyone, and selfishly.

How many of them will die? Hosea was coughin' more. Was I contagious before...?

That day, Arthur had realized just what all those science folks mean when they say humans are brief, in the grand scheme of things even if he was not egotistical enough to believe life begins and ends with himself— but men are temporary, and there's only been so many of them, and there only will be so many of them. He had marveled at the huge, ancient bones he found for that odd little critter of a lady, months ago.

Just yesterday, he entertained the idea that God had been real even before he needed Him most, and that He was telling him something by crossing their paths: Life before you, life after you. Don't get comfortable.

Rest assured, Big Man, he thinks, I am not.

But somehow, he almost is.

Death is certain, now. There is no guessing here, no waiting without knowing.

Some divine intervention, he's sure all dead men receive it as a consolation prize of sorts for completing the great big task of living. Charles' large, warm hand is on his shoulder, light as a feather. He tries to speak, even though he can barely think in words, and all he manages is a groan that comes from deep in his gut.

Arthur wishes he would crush him, that he'd hold him even if it made him scream in agony. He wishes Charles was—

Was—

No, he doesn't. He doesn't want Charles to give him the mercy execution.

Arthur just wishes he were not giving Charles his own form of execution. He is laying still, grimacing hard each time the shallow raise and fall of his chest makes his body scream. Charles has no idea what he is feeling, but he must be able to see on Arthur's face that he's feeling things inside his body which should not be happening: the sac of his lung ripping further open, his bowels threatening to let go, his sternum pressed tight to the skin above from a week of near-starvation because there is no amount of food that could feed the disease that is eating him alive.

He knows how it feels to watch a man you love die, even if his had been his father and he's certain that it's harder at their present age, and when you've chosen to love someone. No hands of blood had pushed them together.

Arthur wishes he had known it sooner.

He doesn't know if he ever wants to hear it from Charles' mouth, but he blinks his eyes open as the vague, misty image of that day finally fades for good. The sky is breaking hard beyond the shadow of Charles' form. It is glorious as sunrises always are. He feels his bones grinding on one another. He is clenching his teeth so hard, his molars are about to be pushed through the gums and into his mandible.

Never one for making his own decisions, Arthur wonders again if God is real or if he is coping with this horribleness in the only way he knows how: relying on someone else.

Again, he wants Charles to crush him. Even if it stabs the broken rib through his lung and out his back, even if it kills him before he can use his last breath to find out how his throat smells— he wants Charles to be the one to hold him.

Hosea is gone. So is Dutch. Arthur would long for Charles even if they were both here, although alarmingly he feels as though Hosea is somewhere around him — he cannot see, smell, or hear him but he knows it silently, and completely.

I love him, Arthur is thinking, has no time to study how selfish he would have felt just one month ago for his desires in this moment. Dead men cannot regret any longer, or maybe regret becomes like the pain when you are dead, grows so big that it blocks out the sun of peace. He made me feel safe, he thinks, already in the past tense, as if he is rehearsing what he will tell all the fellow skeletons.

He squints through the morning light and finds Charles' face, drawn tight in an expression he has never, ever seen before.

His eyes are open sores. He's never looked more like an angel.

With the last of his breath, Arthur opens his mouth and finds it suddenly very hard to draw in air. His throat itches, and if he swallows this cough he will simply choke on his own vomit instead— so he begins to hack, feels his lungs decompressing and the violent convulsions through his abdominal wall as things that are not meant to touch it touch it.

He gets his wish, because Charles is curling around him. He wants to shove him away, but then he doesn't; if Charles is going to get sick, he already has, and this is all he could have ever wanted in this moment. Charles is warm, and his chest presses over Arthur's jolting side as if holding him still, and he realizes the man has been talking but he has no time to regret not listening.

He's forgotten English, anyways, doesn't think in words anymore but feels everything. His throat thickens with the metallic taste of blood and his body squeezes, squeezes— Arthur goes stiff in panic and shock, fingers of both hands clawing into Charles' arm, and if either of them were sober the blood his nails draw would be felt.

In the moments before he can no longer breathe, he sees — with that nonmaterial eye that shows men dreams, nightmares, the best novels — something like peace.

Yes, Hosea feels very close now, and Charles, very far away.

[bookaddict24-7]

New Young Adult Releases! (April 18th, 2023)

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Have I missed any new Young Adult releases? Have you added any of these books to your TBR? Let me know!

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New Standalones/First in a Series:

Pieces of Me by Kate McLaughlin

Take by Jennifer Bradbury

A Hunger of Thorns by Lili Wilkinson

Alondra by Gina Femia

Wings in the Wild by Margarita Engle

If I See You Again Tomorrow by Robbie Couch

Hot Dutch Daydream by Kristy Boyce

I Kick & I Fly by Ruchira Gupta 

Pardalita by Joana Estrela (Translated by Lyn Miller Lachmann)

The Cherished by Patricia Ward

New Sequels:

The Song of Wrath (The Bones of Ruin #2) by Sarah Raughley

Snow & Poison (Cinder & Glass #2) by Melissa de la Cruz

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Happy reading!

[notebookmusical]

* it appears that hot dutch daydream is a sequel/spinoff, and i have not read the first book!

[girlwithinfiction]

✨WHAT'S POPPIN' THIS APRIL (Part 1)✨

The 32 upcoming books shown are:

• Pieces of Me by Kate McLaughlin

• Earth Angel by Madeline Cash

• Saturday Night at the Lakeside Supper by J. Ryan Stradal

• Alondra by Gina Femia

• Hot Dutch Daydream by Kristy Boyce

• Adelaide by Genevieve Wheeler

• The Cherished by Patricia Ward

• Hestia Strikes a Match by Christine Grillo

• Twice Cursed: An Anthology by Various Authors

• Kantika by Elizabeth Graver

• Standing on Neptune by Valerie Sherrard

• The Warden by Daniel M. Ford

• Five First Chances by Sarah Jost

• Santa Ana by Addison J. Chapple, Rachael Flanery

• For the First Time, Again by Sylvain Neuvel

• The Hunger of Thorns by Lili Wilkinson

• See It End by Brianna Labuskes

• The Double Life of Benson Yu by Kevin Chong

• The Five Sorrowful Mysteries of Andy Africa by Stephen Buoro

• Places Like These by Lauren Carter

• Kismet by Becky Chalsen

• The Marigold by Andrew F. Sullivan

• If We're Being Honest by Cat Shook

• If I See You Again by Robbie Couch

• No Boy Summer by Amy Spalding

• The Song of Wrath by Sarah Raughley

• Sizzle Reel by Carlyn Greenwald

• Where Coyotes Howl by Sandra Dallas

• The Thick and the Lean by Chana Porter

• The Secret Service of Tea and Treason by India Holton

• The Haunting of Alejandra by V. Castro

• Sisters of the Lost Nation by Nick Medina

ig: girlwithinfiction

[beansonbread2]

BEANSONBREAD AWARDS 2024 - BEST MUSIC VIDEO

AWARD NO.5 - BEST MUSIC VIDEO OF 2024

PAST WINNERS

2023 > Hak Baker 'DOOLALLY' (see full list HERE)

2022 > Weyes Blood - ‘It’s Not Just Me, It’s Everybody’ (see full lists HERE)

2021 > Squid - ‘Narrator’ (see full list HERE)

2020 > Dorian Electra - ‘Gentleman / M��Lady’ (see full list HERE)

2019 > Aldous Harding ‘The Barrel’ (see full list HERE)

2018 > HYUKOH - ‘SkyWorld’ (see full list HERE)

2017 > Young Thug - ‘Wyclef Jean’ (see full list HERE)

2016 >Radiohead - ‘Daydreaming’ (see full list HERE)

2015 >Oneohtrix Point Never - ‘Sticky Drama’ (see full list HERE)

2013 > Oneohtrix Point Never - ‘Boring Angel’ (see full list HERE)

2012 > Grimes - ‘Oblivion’ (see full list HERE)

2010 > Hot Chip - ‘I Feel Better’ (see full list HERE)

2009 > Fever Ray - ‘When I Grow Up’ (see full list HERE)

2008 > Pivot - ‘In The Blood’ (see full list HERE)

2007 > Grizzly Bear - ‘Knife’ (see full list HERE)

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I’ve really not watched many this year

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THE RUNNERS UP (in no order)

Nourished By Time ‘Hand On Me’

Clairo ‘Juna’ 

Oneohtrix Point Never ‘On An Axis’

Geordie Greep ‘Holy, Holy’

Charli XCX & Billie Eilish ‘Guess’

FKA Twigs ‘Eusexua’

Magdalena Bay ‘Death & Romance’

Self Esteem & Moonchild Sanelly ‘Big Man’

Kendrick Lamar ‘Not Like Us’

Tyler, The Creator ‘NOID’

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THE TOP 3 MUSIC VIDEOS OF 2024

3. Fontaines D.C. 'Starburster'

2. Charli XCX 'Von Dutch'

1. A$AP Rocky 'Tailor Swif'

[mitfloya]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . . .

. . . 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 ⋆⑅˚₊

౨ৎ name: Felsha/Floya/El (female) pronouns: she/her ♡ South East Asian babyy, red is my blood and white is my bones ♡ Gemini - Intj - 9teen ♡ Thriller and horror loverrrrr (but a coward when playing an actual horror game) ♡ Currently busy on: writing mostly, practice drawing, learning playing guitar, grinding games, learning languages ♡ Currently playing: Love and Deepspace, Reverse 1999 (on hold), Ensamble Stars ♡ Likes: bread and baked goods, daydreaming, listening to people talk (bkn nguping >:| ) ♡ Dislikes: spiders. hot weather. strong perfume (I swear, it made my head throb each inhale) ♡ Loves to talk a lot but has social anxiety ♡ Jack of all trades, master of none ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

Current Obsession : vanoss crew (ever since 2014), smi7y crew, love and peepspace, path to nowhere, ballet, bloodborne, fantastic beast movie series (idk which house I want to be in), analog horror catalogue, cold cases and crimes

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 . . .

Anime n' Manga

On hold: Maria no Dazai, Koiseyo Mayakashi Tanshi-domo, After God, Gachiakuta, Kaiju No.8, Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective, The World of Otome Game is Tough for Mobs (manga), Bakuten, Kimi ni Todoke, Tokyo Aliens, Gokurukugai, Welcome to The Ballroom, Chainsaw Man, JJK, Haikyuu, Bleach, Demon Slayer, Spyxfamily, Lycoris Recoil, Blue Period, Bungou Stray Dogs, Toilet Bound Hanako-san, and so on.

Finished: The Promised Neverland (manga), Tokyo Revengers, Wonder Egg Priority (anime), Ranking of Kings (anime), Youkai Apartment, How to Keep a Mummy, Romantic Killer, Carole and Tuesday, Yuri on Ice!!, Kageki Shoujo, Tsurune, Horimiya.

Games

Have played: Love and Deepspace, Blooming Panic, Our Life: Beginnings & Always (not finished yet), Mystic Messenger, Dangerous Fellows, Obey Me, Bayonetta, The Last of Us, Persona 3, Harry Potter: Magic Awakened, and so on.

I swear I am not that obsessed with otome games, it just happens I have tried playing each one of them

Others: Touchstarved, Light and Night, Bloodborne, Elden Ring, Detroit: Become Human, Entire series of Persona, Resident Evil, COD, Baldur's Gate III, Fear and Hunger, Little Nightmares, Undertale, Fran Bow, Hogwarts Legacy, FNAF, and so on.

Webtoon n' Manhwa

On hold: School Bus Graveyard, Villains are Destined to Die, The Broken Ring: This Marriage Will Fail Anyway, Roxana, Not Even Bones, Neon Revenge, Homesick, Ghoib Academy, Her Mannequin, A Man who Wants to Wear a Veil, Suitor Armor, Cursed Princess Club, The Witch and The Bull, Made of Stardust, The End of You, Welcome to Rivenrows, Remarried Empress, Your Throne, Men of the Harem, Of all things I became a crow, Second Life of a Trash Princess, Another Happy Day for The Villainess, and so on.

Finished: Concubine Walkthrough, To Melt Your Frozen Heart, Beware the Villainess!

Music n' Bands

Emotional Oranges, Mamamoo, PLAVE, Ado, DAY6, Chase Atlantic, Josh Makazo, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, Weathers, 5SOS, Keshi, Laufey, Mitski, Ramengvrl, BETWEEN FRIENDS, Feby Putri, Kaleb J, Payung Teduh, Melanie Martinez, fabio, rewindstation, IC3PEAK, Lolo Zouaï, Voice of Baceprot, DPR IAN, Softwilly, UMI, Adele, Palaye Royale, Darci, Ari Abdul, Limi, Cigarettes after Sex, Isabel LaRosa, Daniel Di Angelo, Kanii, PLVTINUM, Chris Grey, Dutch Melrose, The Marías, Yura Yunita, Zack Tabudlo, galen tipton (this one is just for ear stimulation lol)

Yes, I enjoy lots of genre of music

▶• ılıılıılılııılıılı : dessert rose by Lolo Zouaï

Property of @mitfloya

[tessatalksbooksblog]

Pieces of Me by Kate McLaughlin and Hot Dutch Daydream by Kristy Boyce #bookreviews #ya #contemporary #thriller #romcom

The next gut-punching, compulsively readable Kate McLaughlin novel, about a girl finding strength in not being alone. When eighteen-year-old Dylan wakes up, she’s in an apartment she doesn’t recognize. The other people there seem to know her, but she doesn’t know them – not even the pretty, chiseled boy who tells her his name is Connor. A voice inside her head keeps saying that everything is…

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

MR. REIGNS

Prompt: Requested by nonny

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends

Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist

It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!

I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.

“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”

“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack

“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance

I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone

She stuck her tongue out and left.

I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!

“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile

“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly

He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”

“I’m good, sir. How are you?”

“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants

“Where’s Amber?”

“She went to the library to return some books, sir”

“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled

I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me

“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed

Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.

“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt

“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.

During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.

When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.

“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked

“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance

“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response

“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots

“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”

“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief

“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”

“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”

“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased

“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked

He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”

“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged

“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”

“I like older men”

“How old?” He flirted

The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”

“My age?”

I nodded

“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips

“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked

………………………………………………………………………………………..

We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:

“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled

“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”

“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”

“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.

When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.

“So you’re awake?”

“I woke up when Amber was leaving”

“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”

“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”

“I came to check on you”

“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”

With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”

“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know this is wrong, right?”

“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged

“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his

“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”

“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”

I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”

He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”

“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”

“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine

“We better hurry up before someone gets here”

“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.

His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.

“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”

He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.

“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”

He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.

“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”

Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.

“Fuck” We moaned together

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.

“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust

“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly

He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”

“Yes, sir” I panted

“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”

“Me, daddy”

He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”

“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close

“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.

It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.

He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”

He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered

“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped

And ran towards the bathroom.

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#5

The Night Before

Summary: You need some Dutch courage to talk to Thor, though Asgardian courage might do the trick.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x female!enhanced!reader

Word Count: 2982

Warnings: drunken seduction, fluff, smut, I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written for Thor so please be gentle and I have completely played fast and loose with canon 😅

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#4

I don't know who decided to make Jason Momoa dirty and give him fucking FANGS but it is doing things for me...

211 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

#3

The Hunk In Apartment Twenty-Two

Summary: Your new neighbor is mysterious, rarely seen, quiet (mostly), and hot as all hell. A bad day gives you the chance to get to know him better, but will the truth make you run or make him even more alluring?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word Count: 6456

Warnings: Nightmares from Hydra, fluff, smidge of angst, smut, oral sex, overstimulation, sex w/o a condom

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374 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

Tight (Drabble)

A few hundred words about taking Sam's humongous cock.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x female!reader

Warnings: smut (vaginal fingering, full penetrative sex)

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476 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Being a writer means you spend half your time daydreaming about your stories instead of writing them. I've played this scene out 2,493 times, but I still can't write it down, WTF?

1,031 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

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