Orlissa

1: What book did you last finish? When was that?

2: What are you currently reading?

3: What book are you planning to read next?

4: What was the last book you added to your tbr?

5: Which book did you last re-read?

6: Which book was the last one you really, really loved?

7: What was/were the last book/books you bought?

8: Paperback or hardcover? Why?

9: YA, NA or Adult? Why?

10: Sci-Fi or fantasy? Why?

11: Classic or modern? Why?

12: Political memoirs or comedic memoirs?

13: Name a book with a really bad movie/tv adaption

14: Name a book where the movie/tv adaption actually was better than the original

15: What book changed your life?

16: If you could bring three books to a deserted island which would you bring and why?

17: If you owned a bookshop what would you call it?

18: Which character from a book is the most like you?

19: Which character from a book is the least like you?

20: Best summer read?

21: Best winter read?

22: Pro or anti e-readers? Why?

23: Bookdepository or Amazon?

24: Do you prefer to buy books online or in a bookshop?

25: If you could be a character from a book for just one day who would you be and why? (Bonus: any specific day in the story?)

26: If you could be a character from a book for their entire life who would you be and why?

27: If you could change one thing about mainstream literature what would you change? (i.e. more diversity, better writing, better plot etc.)

28: How many books have you read so far this year?

29: How do you sort your shelves? (i.e. by color, author, title etc.)

30: Who’s your favorite author?

31: Who’s your favorite contemporary author?

32: Who’s your favorite fantasy author?

33: Who’s your favorite Sci-Fi author?

34: List five OTPs

35: Name a book you consider to be terribly underrated

36: Name a book you consider to be terribly overrated

37: How many books are actually in your bookshelf/shelves right now?

38: What language do you (most often) read in?

39: Name one of your favorite childhood books

40: Name one of your favorite books from your teenage years

41: Do you own a library card? How often do you use it?

42: Which was the best book you had to read in school?

43: Are you the kind of person who reads several books at once or the kind of person who can only read one book at a time?

44: Do you like to listen to music when you read?

45: What is your favorite thing to eat when you read?

46: What is your favorite thing to drink when you read?

47: What do you do to get out of a reading slump?

48: Where is your favorite place to read?

49: When is your favorite time to read?

(A/N: there was once a "rubbing noses" prompt, which probably came in the same ask as another, already filled prompt. I don't remember who sent it. anyway, this is a fill for that. A smutty one.)

There was something indescribably beautiful about him as he leaned over her, the candlelight dancing on the planes of his face, highlighting the coppery hues in his hair.

"We don't have to do this," he said softly, leaning his forehead against hers. "We could wait."

She almost scoffed at his earnest, albeit misguided offer. "Wait for another opportunity like this? Your dad away, my parents busy, and I'm in a safe period of my cycle? We could be waiting until Ragnarok comes."

"But—" he started, but she angled her head slightly, rubbing her nose against his—a strangely innocent gesture, given the situation—, silencing him.

"No buts," she told him firmly. "I want this. I want you." Her hand sneaked down between their bare bodies. "And you want me."

A shudder ran through him as her fingers wrapped around his length. He was hard, hot and throbbing. She had spent the last couple of months getting to know that part of him—luxuriating in the power that she had over him—, and by now there was an empty ache in her core, desperately wanting to know how it would feel like to be filled by him.

She wouldn't let his fickle insecurities have him back down.

"You'll be the death of me," he nearly growled, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the lines of his shoulders taut as she gave him a squeeze.

"Please," she breathed, teasing his earlobe with her lips and teeth—she knew by now that that could drive him mad.

He exhaled, which almost sounded like resignation. Like determination. "It might hurt."

"I'll take the pain," she promised, although she doubted it'd hurt that much—she was wet and ready, he'd made sure of that. "I just want to feel you inside me. Please."

There was a shift—in him, in the air.

It was decided. There was no turning back now.

He moved, seeking her lips and kissing her, slow and sweet. "I love you."

Then there was some awkward fidgeting and poking around—her thighs open wider, welcoming him—, and then, with a suddenly confident thrust, he was pushing inside.

Astrid gasped; there was a sharp pinch—her maidenhead had been intact until then—, quick to come, quick to go. And then—bliss. There was something near divine in the way he filled her, stretched her, reached parts of her no-one had ever reached before.

It was like a homecoming, satisfying a need inside her that she had only been half-aware before.

(A/N: there was once a "rubbing noses" prompt, which probably came in the same ask as another, already filled prompt. I don't remember who sent it. anyway, this is a fill for that. A smutty one.)

There was something indescribably beautiful about him as he leaned over her, the candlelight dancing on the planes of his face, highlighting the coppery hues in his hair.

"We don't have to do this," he said softly, leaning his forehead against hers. "We could wait."

She almost scoffed at his earnest, albeit misguided offer. "Wait for another opportunity like this? Your dad away, my parents busy, and I'm in a safe period of my cycle? We could be waiting until Ragnarok comes."

"But—" he started, but she angled her head slightly, rubbing her nose against his—a strangely innocent gesture, given the situation—, silencing him.

"No buts," she told him firmly. "I want this. I want you." Her hand sneaked down between their bare bodies. "And you want me."

A shudder ran through him as her fingers wrapped around his length. He was hard, hot and throbbing. She had spent the last couple of months getting to know that part of him—luxuriating in the power that she had over him—, and by now there was an empty ache in her core, desperately wanting to know how it would feel like to be filled by him.

She wouldn't let his fickle insecurities have him back down.

"You'll be the death of me," he nearly growled, his face buried in the crook of her neck, the lines of his shoulders taut as she gave him a squeeze.

"Please," she breathed, teasing his earlobe with her lips and teeth—she knew by now that that could drive him mad.

He exhaled, which almost sounded like resignation. Like determination. "It might hurt."

"I'll take the pain," she promised, although she doubted it'd hurt that much—she was wet and ready, he'd made sure of that. "I just want to feel you inside me. Please."

There was a shift—in him, in the air.

It was decided. There was no turning back now.

He moved, seeking her lips and kissing her, slow and sweet. "I love you."

Then there was some awkward fidgeting and poking around—her thighs open wider, welcoming him—, and then, with a suddenly confident thrust, he was pushing inside.

Astrid gasped; there was a sharp pinch—her maidenhead had been intact until then—, quick to come, quick to go. And then—bliss. There was something near divine in the way he filled her, stretched her, reached parts of her no-one had ever reached before.

It was like a homecoming, satisfying a need inside her that she had only been half-aware before.