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@marzipanthots Hi Here are some of my Top MM Love stories - Enemies to Lovers.. Slow burn, hot hero tortured, MC1 abused by MC2 turn Lover , MM Whomp books - highly recommended
#1 Captive Prince - CS Pacat
#2 Prince’s Assassin - Ariana Nash
#3) Kate Aaron - Free Men Series - MM Romance - The Slave, The Soldier, The Master
#4) Ann Somerville- The Surrogate - hell yeah MMM
#5) Ai No Kusabi book series - holy shit - an elite kidnaps the head of a street gang and and sets out to break him down until he’s a willing Pet/ sex slave - MM
#5.5) Taming Riki book series the Alternative Universe of the Ai No Kusabi series -MM, MM
#6) Bloodraven PL Nunn - only for the strong - M M(other) -Serious Warning labels
#7) Jex Lane - Beautiful Monsters - ( Captive, Sire , Broken) MMM(Other) - Warning Labels
#8) Ariana Nash- Silk and Steel (4 books) Series - Fantasy MM
—- What’s your favorites?
——Some new adds
#9) Adrienne Wilder - 2 books - NOX & Anubis - a powerful Beta abducts the man that will be his alpha -Other M/M
#10) Lily Mayne - 9 books of the monstrous series starting with Soul Eater - Other M,M
#11) KA Merikan - Feel My Pain - triggers
#mmm#mm romance#content warning#captive prince#enemies to lovers#dark fantasy books#cs pacat#Ariana Nash#prince’s assassin#whomp books#Jex lane#beautiful monsters#silk and steel#highly recommend#lily mayne#Adrienne wilder#best books#best mm books#dark mm fantasy#monster lover#pride month
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#book blog#bookaddict#bookaholic#bookshelves#bookstagram#booktok#bibliophile#booklovers#bookstack#bookworm#god of fury#rina kent#mm romance#legacy of gods#best book quotes#book quotations#book quotes
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#was gonna pierce my lip but I realized I lost all the caps to my barbell piercings and I didn't even realize. I'm so fuckin mad#now I have to get more#idk if I can just get the screw on heads. idk what mm size they are#anyway. bone broth is successful. it's been slow cooking all day and looks and smells good. it's gonna make for hella nutritious soup base.#also I've been hunting down Spanish vocab audio because that's how I learn best.#listening to more language transfer and adding music to my Spanish playlist.#still definitely not conversational but my comprehension is going up quite a bit.#I had a grumpy Russian man come through my lane today and the desire to communicate better was so strong.#I just wanna learn all the languages.#I just need to find more resources that work for my brain.#I have a Spanish vocab book and I hardly touch it. duolingo sucks for me. I hate Rosetta Stone.#but there's resources out on the internet I just have to find them and use them.#there's a few good ones on Spotify I've found. as much as I hate Spotify conceptually for music artists it's still a resource I can use.#as much as I don't wanna apply for new jobs I don't wanna work in the same place next year when we move.#I still really wanna try food service. my speech has gotten way better and my stutter is almost never present#so job interviews should be way easier to pull off. I hope. I really hope.#I really wanna get back into nursing but idk if we're moving early enough for me to get into a cna certification class for spring semester.#I really should email the local community college and find out if I can pull off a late start or jump into a class already partway through.#I could look that up right now actually. find out when classes start there and how much I would be missing.#because I've passed the certification before it shouldn't be hard to jump in partway through I think.#hah. I'm so competent. I just looked up the information right now. there's an adult education center where I'm moving that offers the course#but not until halfway through spring.#so I could work food service for the spring and then switch to cna after.#I'm medicated so it's entirely possible and feasible. I have the ability.#hmmm. if I'm going into nursing maybe I should reconsider the lip piercing? hmmmm.#I can just let it heal over if it's an issue.#plenty of time between now and then.#anyway I'm going to bed good night.#well. maybe going to bed.
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So, I won an award this weekend.
I have an award winning subscription.
I am an award winning author.
Winning author award am I.
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#indie author#queer author#lgbt author#lgbt fantasy#paranormal#author life#queer books#mm romance#gay romance#queer subscription#Ream Stories#Storytellers Rule the World#Best Rainbow Award#authors of tumblr#writer life#writers on tumblr#writing community#lgbt writers#queer writers#my big queer subscription#13 Club After Dark
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complaining abt a little life under cut because ppl on ig are still obsessed w it apparently -_- shit book
like putting aside other issues w yanagihara, i do not think a little life is as worthless as other ppl make it out to be and i stand by my 2.5 star rating. like, imo you should read it as a horror story of sorts about a man who, after horrible traumatic experiences, just refuses to seek help and work on getting better and how his choice to not do those things affect his life and hurt the people around him who love him. ofc none of the things that happen are his fault yet he continues to blame himself and see himself as ruined because of these events both from his childhood and adult life. The writing itself was good, the character voices were distinct enough and descriptions were well done (though i do agree w the person who said that she should be writing travel blogs/advertisements rather then novels because there is no reason for her to go street by street in nyc; it gets egregious at times). She does a good job in slowely revealing the information abt Judes past to us in a way that is agonizingly drawn out but rarely frustratingly slow. Judes line of thought is believable and thats the main thing that she needed to do and she did it well despite how frustrating it is at times. But thats from the outside looking in ofc and its supposed to be that Jude is behind this wall out of reach from both everyone in his life and the audience and it works well. like can she make emotional moments? yes. Does that mean that they are examples of good writing? yeah no. Like, its completely egregious in its torture of this guy to the point of unbelievability. At some point she should have just said "yeah i can get the same point across while cutting this scene and that one too etc". Like, not to discount people's experiences but when writing a book thats like focused on hyperrealism present day then you need to not prioritize the torture porn over a well paced, believable story. Then on top of that its like ofc this guy went to one ivy league school adn then harvard law and also some other ivy league for a masters and ofc his whole friend group became immensly successful in each of their chosen careers etc etc like okay alright whatever. Becomes eye roll inducing at some point like i get that theyre in nyc and we see their slow rise up from barely affording their appartment to becoming rich but still was everything necessary. idk its a nitpick kinda not really. Beyond that its 13 r.easons why levels of unnecessary graphic depictions that add nothing (like im fine w gore or depictions of injury but the first time was enough not every single scene finding new metaphores and descriptions to carry). Was just drawn out like she enjoyed tortoring this guy lol. anyways bad novel it is torture porn etc but not as competely worthless as other make it but if you put it on your best books ever list youre objectively wrong and need to have a better metric for if a book was good beyond "made me sad" lmfao. also no one should read this book it sucks.
#anyways 'jude isnt white' dialogue line of the cnetury.#also the book is touted as a story of four boys but actually its rly just two and the two black characters get sidelined. one gets one pov#and the other gets two and the second is just him showing that hes dealing w drug addiction#like okay got it miss. also bad marketing i kept waiting for a marcus pov again and it just didnt happen mm#also the ambigiously modern time period didnt bother me. the fact that its spaced over like 50 years but everything is happening in vaugly#2018 never bothered me it was fine. i thought it was fun this little bubble of these characters lives#sry i dislike this book i need to blacklist its name on ig to avoid seeing it all the time except that not how ig owrks#and noboyd tags it specifically. sigh#'best books of the millenium so far' ik youre not being serious rn
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Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Confetti Hearts by Lily Morton
Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Confetti Hearts By Lily Morton Confetti Hitched, Book 1 Joe Bagshaw doesn’t believe in love or marriage anymore, which is rather a hindrance for a wedding planner. His own marriage was a whirlwind affair that ended before the ink could dry on the wedding certificate. Nevertheless, even with his divorce pending, he’s getting by. Or at least he was until he finds…
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#Best Seller#Book Love#Confetti Hearts#Confetti Hitched#Confetti Hitched Series#Fav Characters#Finding Home Series#Funny#Gay Book Review#Gay Romance Authors#LGBTQ#LGBTQ Books#Lily Morton#MM Romance#Snarky
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You don’t listen to someone cry in the dark for years and not have a guess as to what their ghosts are.
Instead, you race them down a busy street filled with the first sun in weeks and people with ice cream dotting their noses, not a care in the world at that moment in time.
My bare feet hurrying to keep up with his wide tires, rugged and built for all the adventures he, Kitt and I got into. We just were, and that was enough.
When did it all get so hard?
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Get you a grumpy friend like Caspian. 🫂
#phantom and rook#aelina isaacs#queer books#indie books#writing fantasy#indie author#gay romance#queer romance#cozy books#cozy fantasy books#book excerpt#fantasy author#trans author#mm books#grumpy best friend#grumpy friends#found family of misfits#found family supremacy
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the oracle of seasons manga is also a step up from the oot manga, but not as good as four swords. it’s... average? granted i never played oracle of seasons (or ages) and it’s not bad but it’s not great, either. it doesn’t really do anything wrong but as far as i can tell nothing they do or add to the story is all that great. the only exception is the stuff with link joining the performers; that was actually an interesting section of the manga.
#salty talks#bitching about the loz manga#so uh. new totk trailer. ok.#my feelings these past few months have been friendship ended with botw elden ring is my new best friend#anyways i think in the early loz manga the female characters are uh. not great? unless theyre impa#im gay but din is hot and shes also good#link being in love with her as one of his big motivations is. sure. fine. whatever#why was piyoko vaguely in love with link#probably my stupidest complaint about these books (except fs lmao) is that theyre so. not queer#does that make sense? they lean very heavily into girls liking link and link liking some other girl and its very. heteronormative?#maybe thats just me. maybe thats be being a lil pissy abt the manga sheik thing and some other stupid shit#also this one leaning very heavily into link having to lay down and accept his destiny of being a hero despite not initially wanting it#like they make it a whole thing in the beginning and then he just. accepts it.#sidenote to the totk thing my loss of interest is probably due to the fucking vicegrip chokehold my phantom hourglass special interest#has on me#small life update a few months ago i DID get a copy of the phantom hourglass official guide book and i love it dearly#totk fills me with dread for multiple reasons and i think ill avoid it for a bit after it releases to see what others think#anyways. oracle of seasons. sorry to bog this down with non manga opinions. but its ok. not too interesting. standard#my guess is that oot and mm are going to be the worst of the bunch
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New love language, signs of trust
#I watched a video about love languages recently which was very good and insightful#about how the five ones we have were. Just made up entirely. Love doesn't have to be demonstrated in any one quantifiable way#just saw two butterflies chasing each other outside hang on#anyway yeah so this psychologist (?) just. Made up five ways of expressing love and tried to fit everyone into this system#and then it got capitalised on to be board games or books or whatever#but like#it's not like that!!!!!!!!#I had a friend for a while who asked me to do a quiz to find out your love language. mine came through as quality time#so they tried to spend a lot of time with me to prove they loved me. But got upset because I didn't give words of affirmation#and they felt unloved#but like. Mm. how do I phrase this#if you spend more quality time with someone you're more likely to hear words of affirmation BECAUSE you're around them more yknow!#they're not meant to be separate from each other!!!#Every single one of us probably lies somewhere in each of the definitions#and then also outside them as well! How do you best like to be loved can depend entirely on the day!#I know that being trusted by someone feels good for me. Or. To violate that and not trust me to express myself or whatever#just turns me off a relationship so quickly#hence the friend I mentioned previously and I. Moving past each other. Because for a long time it felt like they didn't trust me#when I told them I do like spending time with you. And because they didn't trust me I stopped enjoying spending time with them#love has a lot of thoughts rattling in my head today I think. It's just a thought. Please enjoy
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ARC & Audio ARC Review: The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by K.J. Charles
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Publication Date: March 7, 2023
Synopsis:
Bridgerton meets Poldark in this sweeping LGBTQIA+ Regency romance from award-winning author KJ Charles Abandoned by his father as a small child, Sir Gareth Inglis has grown up prickly, cold, and well-used to disappointment. Even so, he longs for a connection, falling headfirst into a passionate anonymous affair that's over almost as quickly as it began. Bitter at the sudden rejection, Gareth has little time to lick his wounds: his father has died, leaving him the family title, a rambling manor on the remote Romney Marsh...and the den of cutthroats and thieves that make its intricate waterways their home. Joss Doomsday has run the Doomsday smuggling clan since he was a boy. His family is his life...which is why when the all-too-familiar new baronet testifies against Joss's sister for a hanging offense, Joss acts fast, blackmailing Gareth with the secret of their relationship to force him to recant. Their reunion is anything but happy and the path forward everything but smooth, yet after the dust settles, neither can stay away. It's a long road from there—full of danger and mysteries to be solved—yet somehow, along the way, this well-mannered gentleman may at last find true love with the least likely of scoundrels.
My Rating: ★★★★★
*My Review and Favorite Quotes after the cut
My Review:
Once again, KJ Charles has written my favorite kind of romance. I love how her books are instant comfort reads at this point, while at the same time remaining fresh and new no matter how many I've read. You'd think she'd run out of unique and loveable characters (most of them gold-hearted rogues who aren't particularly morally bothered) with chemistry of the sort that means warmth and comfort and companionship and someone always on your side, in addition to the usual definition. And yet.
I love her wit and sly humor. I don't tend to like must "humorous" books because they tend to rely on steortypes, punching down, bawdy humor, etc. Not so KJ Charles. Her humor is of the witty, sardonic, dry variety and it's just wonderful. Here, I'll give you an example:
"I would like to talk about this again, more civilly, to understand your point of view. I don’t know if I’ll agree but I’d rather disagree with more nuance.” Joss hoped nuance didn’t mean shouting.
A lot of the humor in this book comes, as in the example above, from the language barrier of Marshman smuggler vs. educated Londoner. So I guess you have to like clever humor about words. Luckily, I do.
Joss and Gareth are wonderful characters. Really, every character in this book is a wonderful character. They all have such distinct personalities and feel so very real. Their romance feels very natural too, as they work together and learn to trust one another.
I absolutely LOVED everything about this and I had the biggest smile on my face while reading it. I knew I would love it - It's KJ Charles, that's a foregone conclusion - but it always surprises me how much I love it in the end.
The plot was great. Twisty and full of danger and trouble, but also full of quiet moments of companionship and connection. I loved how it ended, too. It was perfect. I will absolutely read the next one as soon as it comes out (and her next book, and the next...) because she's one of my favorite authors at this point. I've preordered the audiobook as I know I will want to revisit this and that's one of my favorite ways to do so.
Thoughts on the audiobook:
This audiobook and I did not particularly get along. LOVE LOVE LOVE the book, but the audio...
The narrator speaks very slowly which is fine, I can just bump up the speed (which I did, to 2x). But he adds. Random. Pauses. in the middle of sentences, then jumps back to speaking at a steady pace and. Then. Adds. More. Pauses. and it's driving me nuts because I *can't* increase the speed any more because then the rest is too fast.
I eventually got used to his particular style of narration, but it's still not my favorite. Worth it, to experience the book again, but another narrator would have improved it.
I also found Joss' grandfather to have a really strange accent in the audio. We know from the story that he was from a plantation in Georgia and thus speaks with a slow drawl. The audiobook narrator interprets this as. Speaking. Very. Very. Slowly. With. Long. Pauses. Between. Words. It has an almost staccato effect which is very much not how a southern drawl works.
5+ enthusiastic stars for the book, 3.5 unenthusiastic stars for the narration.
*Thanks to NetGalley, Sourcebooks Casablanca, and Dreamscape Media for providing an early copy and early audio copy for review.
Favorite Quotes:
Nobody liked paying taxes, granted, but governments levied them all the same, and one had to put up with it since there didn’t seem to be any way of stopping them.
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Gareth had spent most of the last two days outside in self-defense, despite the persistent light mist and drizzle. He was beginning to feel that country life was bad for the nerves.
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There was a remarkably pervasive quality to the rain on Romney Marsh, as if the sky had chosen its side in the precarious balance between land and sea. Everything felt damp, even indoors.
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“He didn’t dine, Cecy,” Catherine said. “He just ate.”
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“That’s entirely specious.” “Talk English,” Joss suggested sardonically. Gareth discovered he couldn’t instantly define specious.
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Gareth had no idea what to say. He wasn’t a political philosopher. He had a vague sort of idea that country, king, and law were the foundations on which the nation was built, while nevertheless acknowledging that he had no intention of taking up arms for the country, the king was a mad German, and he’d spent much of his adult life happily breaking the law. Still, they were principles, even if they weren’t his principles. He’d thought this would be an easy fight to pick. He’d met plenty of radicals in London—men who wanted wealth redistributed, laws changed, the government made representative. Joss Doomsday, fervent patriot of a hundred square miles of marshland, was perhaps the most radical man he’d ever met.
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“Starting fights instead of facing problems isn’t courage.”
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“But I’ve a fair bit to lose if they hang me for smuggling too. You can’t just not do things acause of the consequences.” “Consequences are literally the reason not to do things. That’s what they’re for.”
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“If you want something, you ask for it. You told me so, before. Is that always how you get what you want?” Joss shrugged. “You don’t get what you want by not asking for it.” Gareth contemplated the obvious truth of that statement. “I may have to change my approach to life.”
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“I would,” Joss said. He didn’t know what Gareth was up to; he’d back him to the hilt anyway. “Right obstinate fellow, the new squire.”
#the secret lives of country gentlemen#kj charles#queer romance#queer books#queer historical romance#best books of 2023#favorites#historical romance#mm romance#netgalley#arc review#shilo reads
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'All for the Game' (Books 1-3) By Nora Sakavic
Rating out of 5: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟(4/5)
Content Warnings: Rape, Torture, Murder, Sexual assault, Sexual Content, Drug use, Drug abuse, Violence, Homophobia, Death of parent, Death, Ableism, Murder, Vomit, Car Accident, Child Abuse
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SYNOPSIS:
Neil Josten is the newest addition to the Palmetto State University Exy team. He's short, he's fast, he's got a ton of potential—and he's the runaway son of the murderous crime lord known as The Butcher.
Signing a contract with the PSU Foxes is the last thing a guy like Neil should do. The team is high profile and he doesn't need sports crews broadcasting pictures of his face around the nation. His lies will hold up only so long under this kind of scrutiny and the truth will get him killed.
But Neil's not the only one with secrets on the team. One of Neil's new teammates is a friend from his old life, and Neil can't walk away from him a second time. Neil has survived the last eight years by running. Maybe he's finally found someone and something worth fighting for.
PS: I posted only the first books synopsis because the other ones are major spoilers. I used that picture for the covers just because it looks better. But those are books covers available to anyone to purchase here's is their website.
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MY REVIEW:
So, I've recently decided to forgo my current TBR and the ARCs that are desperately waiting for my attention to spend my time reading the "All For The Game" trilogy for the second time so I could brush up on it again before I read The Sunshine Court. All I have to say is that I regret nothing... Okay, maybe I regret some things. But it was totally worth it.
My previous points still stand: Neil is so oblivious, but he's such a prick of a genius, and Andrew deserves the world for everything it took from him. I am so proud of Kevin and the rest of the Foxes for their strength. In a funny way, I sometimes forget they are all fictional. Nora writes characters in such a way that the second read felt like a totally different story and if feels so real. That's an incredibly difficult feat to achieve as a writer. Nora has such a way with words that I can't even put into words—the context, the wordplay, the foreshadowing, and the literary devices used were amazing. I am trying so hard not to spoil anything for other readers, but it's so hard to do. I don't even know how to end this post so I guess I'm leaving it like this. If you want a review with spoilers please check out my website.
PS: I Read the 3rd book in one day both times. I just felt like you needed to know this.
#ashe reads stuff#2024#all for the game#book reviews#book review#books recommendations#I know this is super late in terms of current book reviews#please be nice I'm sorry#reread#best reread value book ever#fiction#lgbtqia+ books#contemporary book#This is definitely not YA goodreads WTF#Adult Fiction#slow burn#romance#mm romance#sports fiction
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Best Queer romance books 🤩✨💏
#book lover#booklr#bibilophile#bookblog#bookrecs#bookstagram#romance books#books#romance reader#book tok#friends to lovers#bisexuality#bisexual#queer books#queer#love is love#mm romance#boys in love#college#student#best books#five star#I love books#bookish post#love books#favorite#book review#book recs
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For the very first time
Summary: You and your college boyfriend, Spencer Reid, have both of your first times together
Warnings: MDNI(18+), fem!reader, smut, protected sex, fingering, virgin!Spencer, virgin!reader, first time (both), swearing, I think that`s about it but if there`s more; let me know!!, English is not my first language
WC: ~3.3k
A/N: This is my first fully smut fanfic and my first one quite this long, so... keep that in mind and enjoy? (NOT PROOF READ, SORRY!!)
“Can we pleeeeeeeease take a break?” You plead, making your eyes endure the best puppy eyes you could conjure up even though Spencer isn’t even looking at your face, his eyes firmly planted on the book on his lap.
“C’mon, 5 more minutes, princess?" He said, his head finally turning to look at you. His slender hand, that wasn’t holding up his Chemistry book, rubbed your shin that was thrown over his thighs.
You sounded a long “mm…,” feigning a deep-in-thought expression before perking up and exclaiming in a joyful voice, “Nope!”
Spencer`s face made an unimpressed look but you could clearly see him fighting his smile muscles.
You pushed the book off his legs, making sure not to close it as to make him lose the page he was on. With the help of his hands on each side of your thighs, you climbed onto where the book once had been lying and straddled his lap.
His hands travelled up from the skin of your legs to your waist, along your chest, all the way up to your neck to finally settle on the sides of your face. His large palms rested on your cheeks while his fingers splayed out on your hair, threading through a few of the strands.
A small smirk played on his face as he pulled you towards him, connecting your lips. He moved his mouth gently against yours, but as impatient and honestly, downright needy you were, you quickly force the kiss into a heated state. A little gasp escapes his parted lips as you intensify the moment, though he moulded into the new rhythm at a fast pace.
His hands roamed all over your body, willowy fingers gliding over the skin of your face as it heated up before not even a nanosecond later finding home on your thighs.
A surge of boldness wept through Spencer in the haze of affection, pushing him to grip the muscle of your upper leg, right where your ass begun, and move you down onto him in a rough staggered movement. The sound that left you as a reaction to his sudden forceful manoeuvre was a mix of a surprised gasp and a moan you tried to supress. Your eyes, looking as undomesticated as ever, met Spencer`s as your hot breaths mingled between your touching lips.
“Sorry…,” he murmured, regret plaguing his voice but the lust and need also present in it was about the only thing you truly process through your foggy brain.
“No, no, don’t apologise,” you rushed out. “It`s- it`s fine��� I… liked it…,” you continued in a lower register, slight embarrassment staining your flushed face.
A small moment went by where neither of you moved, the surrounding world seeming to follow you two in the silent state you found yourselves. Then, just when you had decided you needed to blurt something out to fill the void of soundlessness, Spencer grasped onto your jaw and smacked his lips against yours.
Unbearable warmth rose in both of your bodies, your insides tingled and your skin was tainted with rosy blushes.
Spencer`s touch found itself on the hem of your shirt now, gently slipping it up a bit.
“Can I take this off?” Well that’s definitely a way to deal with the uncomfortable temperature.
“Yes,” you responded immediately before helping him pull your shirt off and throwing it on the floor.
He took in your bare torso, only clad in the midnight blue bra that surrounded your chest. His hazel eyes, sparkling in the light filtering in from the open window, travelled all over your heaving upper body as sweat trickled down your neck and onto your unclothed breasts, glistening in the sunset`s rays of sunshine.
“God, you`re gorgeous,” he exhaled heavily. His gaze was directed intently at your boobs, one would think he was talking to them and not you.
“Thanks,” you giggled out your thank you, leaning in a bit closer to his body as you did.
With a tantalizingly small distance to your skin, his fingertips made their way up your back, resting on the clasp of your bra.
“Can I?” he asked, looking up at you and taking in your lightly dishevelled appearance.
“I don’t know, can you?” you teased, a wide grin adorning it`s self on your features.
His soft but wry chuckle filled the air for a moment before he stated firmly, “May I?”
Predictably you nodded your head, your teeth dragging into your bottom lip as you conveyed your eagerness and acceptance of his pleading question.
As a result he moved his other hand behind you as well and unhitched the little metal and steel hooks, the cups on your breasts immediately loosening after the action.
Spencer moved his hands towards himself again, unsure of what to do with them, he awkwardly placed them on either side of him on the white sheets of your bed.
Reluctantly you swiped the thin straps of material down your shoulders, revealing your chest to him. His eyes stared aimfully at your bare tits, mouth falling open to a slack one as his eyes blinked in awe of the sight before him.
“Fuck, baby, you`re gorgeous,” he groaned, his gaze shortly meeting yours before flicking his eye sight back down to your bosom.
You chortled at his comment, your hands nervously fiddling with the bra that now lay, unused, between your two bodies. “You already said that,” you tittered as you smiled at his astonished face.
He gave no response to that. Instead he lifted his right hand from the mattress and attentively rested it on your waist.
The look in his eyes and the sudden repositioning of his hand told you exactly what he wanted. Good thing, you wanted it too.
Ploddingly you levied your hand onto his, guiding it up as you made eye contact with Spencer.
“Is this okay?” you asked, scared you might be going further than he had initially wanted.
“Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, very,” he stammered out as soon as he realised you were in doubt about whether you were doing the right thing.
You carefully laid his hand on your right tit, squeezing your hand over his. Precipitately he continued to grope your breast, watching the reactive twitches of your facial muscles. With a tedious stride of his hand, he connected his fingertips to your left nipple. He tweaked the sensitive bud, making your neck throw your head back because of the pleasure that shook through your lithe figure.
“Is- is this correct?” he queried. “Mm-hmm. Yeah, you`re doing great, baby,” you encouraged sweetly as you inadvertently rolled your hips down onto his own.
His hands fell from your chest to your hips, squeezing the apex of your thighs. His lips gingerly found the sweet spot on your neck, gently sucking on it before pressing small kisses around the area. Your fingers dropped to Spencer’s crotch, pressing down on the bulge that strained in his pants.
“Shit.” He hissed. “You- you sure?” he asked as he studied your face intently.
“Yes.” You answered certainly. Before you could ask him the same question he had already started to unbuckle his belt, already giving you the answer.
You moved off of his lap, daftly unbuttoning and pulling off your own pants as Spencer did the same.
Once you were both only situated in your underwear, Spencer yanked his body over yours, hovering above you.
“We can stop at any time, okay? Just say the word.” He prompted. “I know. Same goes for you.”
He gave a curt nod before leaning down and leaving kisses along the column of your throat, his nimble fingers holding your slightly shaky figure in place.
Your eyes followed the path his hands made to reach your hips and then they observed how they fidgeted with the flimsy material of your underwear.
Spencer lifted his head, looking at you as he worded his question in a caring tone, “Am I allowed to take this off?” In response, you gave a small nod, chewing on the gummy flesh of your mouth. “I need more than that, princess,” Spencer probed on.
“Yes,” you uttered out in a hushed tone, your nerves running wild with nervousness and excitement.
Slowly, very very slowly, he pulled the black cotton down your thighs and out from around your feet, throwing it to land on the edge of the bed. The cold air of the evening hit your now unclothed core in a sudden rush, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling.
“You okay?” Spencer asked, his gaze directed at you.
“Yeah. I`m fine,” you offered him a slight upturn of your lips.
The smile you expressed made a smile of its own appear on Spencer`s face before it ducked down and lay a kiss on your shoulder.
“Tell me if I`m doing it wrong, okay?” he murmured onto your collarbone as he rested his head under your chin.
After you agreed, the sight of his hair gliding down your trembling body towards your core was to be seen. He massaged your thighs and by the looks of it, was trying to hype himself up to start.
“Hey,” you spoke up, “it`ll be okay.”
With a new found of bravery from your reassuring words, he mindfully brought his fingers close to where you longed him to be.
While concentrating completely on the matter, he hesitantly touched your sensitive clit, causing a jolt to ripple through your body and force a moan out of what felt like the deepest part of your stomach. Dubiously he started drawing squiggly circles on your swollen bundle of nerves.
“Mm…” you mewled, multiple high-pitched bleats leaving you as you grabbed at the headboard with one hand and fisted the pearly sheets with the other.
Taking in your positive reaction to his touch, Spencer took the chance of making his other hand useful, hovering it over your entrance nervously.
When you looked at him with your lust-clouded eyes, it pushed him to finally take the plunge in. Literally.
He inserted his index finger with as much slowness and care as he could, groans escaping the both of you at the sensation. Just a moment later he dragged his finger out again, leaving only the length of his fingernail in before pushing back into your warmth.
The emptying feeling of the soft shapes he was rubbing to your clit and the fact that he was filling you up with his finger quickly brought your orgasm upon you. You screamed as the dense feeling in your lower abdomen loosened and a haze of post-pleasure took over your body.
“Holy shit, baby, that was… amazing,” you praised as your droopy eyes opened to see Spencer hovering above you again.
“It was,” he reiterated with a small crow.
“Do you want to stop? If you don’t want to continue, that’s completely-“, Spencer starts to ramble a symphony of assuring phrases. “No, Spence, I want to. Unless… you don’t?” You said conspicuously.
“No, no, I want to as well. But… just to be sure, you mean…”
“Sex,” you finished his sentence when he had dragged on the “n” for too long.
“Right, right, yeah…,” he postulated shortly.
After a moment of both of your heavy breathing being the only sound in the room, you awkwardly reached your hands up to his boxers.
He lets out a hum of approval before squeezing his eyes shut, preparing for his last piece of clothing to be stripped off. You took them off in a timely manner, letting him take over and kick them off when they were out of your reach. Your eyes widen as they land on his length. Shamelessly you studied it, tilting your head as you took in the sight. Long, but not too girthy, the tip blushing one shade pinker than your cheeks and glistening with pre-cum.
Now with a bit of shame added to your expression when you realised how long you`d been staring, you looked up nervously.
Spencer had grown a small smirk on his face during the time you gawked at his hard-on.
“Do you have a condom with you?” You said suddenly, comprehending that you wouldn’t be able to do it without.
“Oh. Yeah, I- I think so.” He climbed off of you and grabbed his bag from the place where he dropped it when he came into your dorm almost 3 hours ago.
“Yeah?” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with a condescendingly sweet grin manifesting your features.
“Well, it- it was just in case, you know, I…” his words died down and he continued searching through his black backpack.
“Oh sure, sure,” you teased.
“Hey, just be thankful that I have one, okay?” he said with a small firmness to his voice as he held up the same square packet.
“I am thankful. Trust me,” you prompted. “Plus if I’m not, I sure will be soon,” you murmured, the whispered comment making Spencer chuckle enthusiastically as he crawled his way back on top of you. His skilful fingers ripped open the packaging before they rolled the condom on.
“Woah. You really paid attention in sex Ed. class, huh?” you giggled when he managed to put the rubber on in one go with no hesitance and no stumbling.
“Well, I am a genius, princess,” he remarked smugly before pecking your lips.
After the kiss, a solemn silence fell over the room, the wind breezing by the two of you as you both deeply inhaled and exhaled.
“Are you ready?” Spencer’s soft, familiar voice broke the domestic moment.
“Yeah,” you answered, your voice sure of what it was stating. Because you truly were sure, not about what you were about to perdure and what you would have to do, no, you were sure that it was Spencer you wanted to be perduring it with and doing it with.
He guided his length to your entrance, taking one last low breath before slowly entering you. Your hands flew up to his shoulders, squeezing them just as fast as you squeezed your eyes shut and just as tight as you clenched around Spencer as soon as he penetrated you.
“Oh. My. God.” He spoke between panted breaths.
A few moments flew by before the feeling of him staying still became uncomfortable.
“You can move,” you urged on.
That seemed to be enough for him as not even 5 seconds later he was slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls before snapping right back in again. A rugged moan escaped his throat as you squeaked, the sounds meshing together to perfectly fit the unruly scene of the two of you.
He repeated the movement over and over again his hips moving more and more erratically and less and less of a distance each time.
The brutal pace coaxed a series of whines and cries out of you, the sounds bringing Spencer`s hips to a slow stop.
“Are- are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he stammered eccentrically.
“I`m fine, I’m fine. Just calm down, okay, Spence?” You cupped his face bringing it to rest on your bare shoulder.
“`M sorry,” he croaked out.
“There’s no reason to be sorry. You got carried away its fine,” you reassured him, stroking his messy and sweat ridden nest of hair.
“Can… can you be on top?” he asked shyly. “It`s just that I- I don’t want to hurt you again and… um…”
“Don’t worry, Spencer, you didn’t hurt me. But if that’s what you want then of course.” You petted the back of his neck, threading through his baby hairs.
“You sure? I just don`t want to ruin this, I- it’s our first time.” He bashfully closed his eyes.
“You can`t ruin it. You know why? Because we`re doing it together,” you say matter-of-factly.
“God, you`re so corny,” he laughed. “Yeah, and you love it,” you joined in on the laughing.
When you both had calmed down he slowly pulled out, the feeling unsettling you both. He rolled off to the side, coming to rest on his back before he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you on top of him.
Your shins dug into the bed as you situated yourself, positioning your entrance over Spencer’s angry looking tip with a bit of a helping hand from him.
“Ready?”
“I was born ready.”
With a light feeling in your stomach at his words, you start to ease yourself down onto his length, immediately enveloping him with your sopping walls.
He whimpered and gripped your hips tightly. His head flew back at just the right moment as, as soon as you reached the maximum amount of him you could take. You immediately fell forward, crashing onto his pale chest. Your body moulded into his, feeling every inch of his skin clad on yours, feeling his deep inside of you.
“You okay?” Spencer’s face contorted into a worried cowering frown.
“Yeah, I am.” You kissed him softly, melding your lips together as you bring your arms up to either side of his head and grip his messy locks in between your fingers.
With the leverage that your grasp on his hair gave you and the help of Spencer’s hands on your ass and thighs, you started to desperately move your hips against his, snapping away before sinking back down on his length.
The kiss you were sharing became sloppy as you started moving faster, letting your hands roam over his torso.
Spencer frantically snapped his hips up into yours when he felt you stuttered your motion and his hands gripped the back of your head, making out with you like he never has before.
His index and middle finger knowingly found your clit, circling the sensitive bud.
It wasn’t long before you reached your high, being thrown into a realm of bliss as you lay motionless on top of Spencer who came with you just a second later.
Your stomach felt warm and full, that feeling leaving you when Spencer swiftly pulled out, pulling you closer and onto his chest. His lean arms wrapped around your slightly quivering body, kissing the top of your head.
“I love you,” he whispered into your boisterous hair. “I love you too,” you spoke in a soft, hushed voice.
You fortified your chin on his chest, gaping up at his beautiful face.
In the wake of the silence and euphoria that subsequently followed, Spencer spoke up, “We should probably shower.”
An ornery frown graced itself on your tired face, a small grumble leaving you as you cuddled close to him, “5 more minutes, pleeeeeeeease?”
“Okay, fine, 5 more minutes,” he gave in instantly, still in the aftershock of experiencing that striking event.
You spent the next 20 minutes basking in the afterglow and each other`s love, every once in a while placing little kisses here and there.
When Spencer knew he couldn’t ignore the fact that you two needed to shower, he smoothly tapped your hip. “Come on, princess, time to clean up and you still need to pee.”
Begrudgingly you clambered off of him, pulling him out of bed with you. You brushed some desolate tresses from his forehead, smiling a shit eating grin before turning around and heading for the bathroom.
Spencer watched with a beam, his heart filling with complete and total delight. His eyes fell to his Chemistry book splayed out on the carpet floor, grateful that he didn’t push to continue reading about things that seemed so damn unimportant now.
“Coming, Spence?” you called as you started the shower, the sound of water hitting the fiberglass of the shower pan filled the dorm.
“Yeah,” he said, stepping over the unimportant Chemistry book.
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Best Friend Rafe x Reader Boat Day
Warnings: None (yet), fluff, soft rafe, yearning
“AH! What are you doing here?!” You screamed in utter fright as you stepped into your room, only to see Rafe lying on your bed. You were fresh from the shower and not at all expecting a presence to be waiting for you.
“You haven’t seen me in a week, and that’s how you greet me?” Rafe questioned as he sat up, resisting a smirk to rise on his lips as you were only covered by a skimpy white towel. You roll your eyes and sigh, a smile coming to your lips, moving to your vanity to do your after-shower rituals, not at all conscious of your lack of clothing because you and your best friend Rafe were used to such scenes.
“Seriously, what are you doing here?” You questioned, eyes locking with ocean one through the mirror where Rafe studied you as you lathered your face with differing products. “I haven’t seen you in a week. What? You didn’t miss me at all?” He raised his brow, and you laughed at the pretend hurt on his face. “How were the Bahamas?” You asked and stood, disregarding his question, and instead went to your closet to find something to wear. “Fine. It’d be better if you came,” He shrugged and peaked as you tried to decide what to wear. Catching the way you bent down to wear your underwear and shorts, your body still covered by a towel. Any sense of boundaries in your friendship seemed to disappear after years of knowing one another. Rafe smirked as you stepped out of your closet wearing one of his shirts that you stole from him.
You sat next to him in bed, “It was a family vacation; I didn’t want to impose.” You shrugged. “So what’d you do while I was away? Sniff my shirts because you just miss me that much?” You scoffed a laugh and rolled your eyes at the smirk on his lips. “Sure, yeah, I just stared into your picture, counting down the days until you came back.” You went along with his bit. Rafe bit his lip and hoped you were telling the truth, but alas, he could only dream.
“No, I uh— I mostly just stayed home, baked a bit. And played tennis; there’s a new instructor at the club; he’s cute— really great at tennis, too.” Rafe was quick to grow tense at your words, jealousy quickly spiking in him. “But he’s gay, so…” You added, and that eased the green-eyed monster in him. “Hm, what you wanna do today?” Rafe asked, wanting to change the subject.
“Mm… I dunno, I kinda want to go to the beach.” You say, and Rafe nodded, “Then let’s go,” he quickly said. “But I also kinda just wanna hang out here,” You said, indecisive. “Then let’s hang out here,” Rafe responded, willing to do anything just as long you were in his company. You sighed and pursed your lips. “I don’t know, you pick!” You exclaimed, Rafe amused by your inability to make even the most measliest of decisions.
“Wanna go on the boat? We could sail around, get some food, and catch the sunset,” He proposed and smiled as you eagerly nodded. Going to your closet to change your attire once more, Rafe shuffled in your room to get one of your bags and pack some things he knew you would need. “What book do you want?” He asked as he placed some towels in your bag, already anticipating you’d want to bring a book for the day, as you always did. “The one by my nightstand!” You yelled from the closet, trying to decide what color bathing suit to wear. Rafe took the book into his hand and smiled as he saw that you used a photo booth picture of the two of you as your bookmark.
Rafe squired you around town, getting the necessary things for your day in the boat—a lunch from your favorite restaurant and a pint of your favorite ice cream. When you arrived at the marina, Rafe could practically feel your excitement. He was quick to disembark his truck and open the door for you, swinging your bag on his shoulder as he escorted you to his family’s boat. As the sun rose higher and higher and the view of the island drew further, you and Rafe decided to have your lunch, but before the two of you could eat, you stepped and appeared with a giant thing of sunscreen in your hands.
“I wanna eat,” Rafe grumbled as you sat next to him, placing sunscreen on his face. Your soft hands sent chills down his spine no matter how blaring the island sun was. He kept on complaining, saying he didn’t need sunscreen, but it did nothing to hinder you from traveling your hands along his chest and back as you applied for protection from the sun. “Men don’t need sunscreen,” Rafe grumbled as he watched you apply more of the lotion on his forearms. “You say that, but even men are not immune to melanoma,” You chirped, “Okay, all done!” You said you applied sunscreen to yourself as well; Rafe was waiting for you to finish before he started to eat.
“Can you get my back?” You innocently asked, handing Rafe the tube. Rafe swallowed as you turned your back to him. Trying not to succumb to his urges because it would surely be obvious from the swimming trunks he wore. Rafe messaged the sunscreen on your back and marveled at how soft your skin was, resisting his urges to ‘accidentally’ pull the string of your bikini top and let his fingers trail further your frame. “Al— All done,” Rafe struggled to say after a moment, taking his time to spread the lotion all over your back, savoring each moment you let him touch your skin.
You nodded and settled to his side as they both started to have lunch, but first, you took out a baby wipe and cleaned your hands. Rafe smiled fondly as you held his hands to clean them. He just loved how you fussed over him, how you were the only one who genuinely cared about his well-being.
The afternoon was spent with you and Rafe lounging on the deck of the boat. Rafe pointed your view to the setting sun, and your back was settled against his chest as you read him your book. Rafe had no idea about the words you uttered. All he focused upon was the feel of your frame flushed against his, your voice that soothed his mind, and the fantasy that perhaps one day, you two could be more than just mere best friends.
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Cowboy Rafe Cameron meets the farmers daughter. MDNI. Smut ,18+
You were on your bed, your feet swinging back and forth, reading a book. You heard a knock on the door, you paused, furrowing an eyebrow. Who could be here?
You put the book down and walked over to the door. When you opened it, you were met with the sight of a very attractive boy. Your eyes widened, mouth agape slightly. You lost your words.
He looked back at you, cocky smile on his face when he noticed your reaction. “Hey.” He said, you swallowed and breathed out.
“Hi, what can I do for you?” You asked, voice an octave higher than you expected. God, his smile. It made your knees weak.
“Your pops home?” He asked you, nodding to the interior of the house.
“Uhm.. no. He’s out on a run right now. I’m sorry, who are you?”
“Rafe. Rafe cameron.” He held his hand out for you to shake. You shook his hand, heart racing at the slightest contact. “Your dad hired me to do some work. My pa figured I could use it.”
“Y/n…Wait, Cameron? As in Cameron-“
“Cameron Acres. Yeah.” He chuckled, scratching the nape of his neck.
“Uh- well- if you want, I- you can stay until he comes!” You stammered out, he smiled, thanking you and walking in.
That’s how you ended up getting your face shoved into your red pillow sheets, hands fisting the comforter. Rafe was behind you, his thrusts fast and hard, his hands gripping your waist tight.
“Fuck, this might be the best pussy I’ve ever had.” He grunted out.
“Rafe!” You cried out, voice muffled by your pillows. He still wore that cocky smile, one of his hands moving to rub down your clit.
“I know. I know.” He cooed out, fingers rubbing vigorously against the button, feeling your walls clench on him. “Cum for me, honey.” He told you, and that was all the permission you needed.
You let out a cry of his name, and he moaned out, he came inside, painting your walls while you came all over his cock. He looked down, smiling in defeat. You panted heavily, whining when he pulled out.
He put his pants and underwear back on, went into the bathroom, grabbing a rag, and came back over, cleaning your hole, making you jolt.
“Don’t worry, ‘m jus’ gonna clean you.” He told you quietly. “Fuck, I got you good, huh?” He chuckled.
“Mm… shut up.” You whined, hitting his shoulder lightly.
The moment was interrupted when you heard your dad call out your name and open the front door.
“Fuck. Hide! Hide!” You told Rafe, grabbing his shirt and hiding it behind your back. He went to the other side of your bed.
“Y/n?” He knocked on your door.
“Gettin’ dressed, daddy!” You told him, rushing to put your clothes on.
Rafe held his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing.
“Alright.” He said, walking away from your door. Rafe came out again, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Is it okay to say I think I’m in love wit’ you already?”
“Oh, shut up, boy.” You rolled your eyes, throwing his shirt in his face.
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