#alex nilsen smut

[lucysgraybird]

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part 3 of the short 'n sweet series:

ALEX NILSEN (PWMOV) x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, penetrative sex, breeding but not really, awkward communication (authors fault)

no one can blame you for wanting your boyfriend, right?

this is what you tell yourself as you clamber over alex where he's reading on the bed, pushing your head against his hand so he lifts his book for you to duck under it.

"do you need something?” he asks. it's a stiff question but he's not frustrated at all, a smile playing on his lips and through his eyes.

"you," you say plainly, nosing the crook of his neck. there, you can feel the way his pulse jumps at the contact, and he sets his book down to rest a hand on your waist.

"yeah?" he breathes. "how so?"

it's so easy to forget this part of alex, stoic and repressed as he can be, but there's something fiercer that breaks through that even-keeled (if anxious) exterior when he's...well, when he's horny.

"don't care," you start as he guides you both to sit and presses kisses over the line of your jaw, leaving your mouth open to talk.

on review, though, you do care - you've wanted him all morning and have had time to think about this. he drags his teeth just barely over the tendon in your neck, momentarily chasing all of your best laid plans from your head.

"want you over me," you force out through the cloud of pleasure quickly descending on your brain. "wanna feel...you like that."

alex hums and taps your hip so you turn in his lap, starting to undo the button of your jean shorts.

"what are you doing?"

he's not one to ignore what you want and especially not without telling you why first, so there has to be a good reason that this doesn't seem to be headed in the direction you assumed it would - primarily, down to lay on the bed.

"i'm gonna finger you first," he says, like he's telling you he's headed to the grocery store. the simplicity of it turns something off in your brain, every thought you've ever had dissolving into fog.

"oh," you reply. he smiles - though you can't see him, you can feel the shift of his cheek where it's against your head.

"is that okay with you?"

it's a semi-rhetorical question. on one hand, he's already nudging his fingers into your panties and through slick folds with a choked-back groan. on the other, you know he does want a reply. you'll give him one, the second you recover any thoughts that aren't related to the way he's swirling his pointer finger oh-so-slowly around your clit.

"sweetheart," he starts.

"yes, oh, it's fine with me," you manage.

his hand shifts just to cup your pussy for a second; the warmth and the way it covers you completely makes you squirm. alex doesn't comment on that. he lets you wriggle under the arm he has banded around your waist, and just when you have the mind to complain about the stillness, he eases two long, deft fingers into you. the breach coaxes twin groans out of you both, and the angle this position puts alex's hand at means that his fingers all but have to crook perfectly into that gummy, elusive spot on your insides. the way he starts to move is less an in-and-out and more of a slow undulation, the byproduct of which is an insistent grind of the heel of his hand on your clit. the coupling of this with the skilled prod of his fingers has you scrambling up to a gentle peak. alex noses your temple.

"come on," he murmurs, his lips dry and hot against your cheekbone. his own desire is poking you in the back, but if it's at all uncomfortable for him, he doesn't mention it. "want you to come on my hand, come on. you're doing so good, baby, please-"

and maybe he says something after this, but you go tumbling head first into your orgasm and the world goes buzzy for a moment. alex works you down and through the aftershocks before withdrawing his hand. though you're still sitting with your back to his chest, the obscene sound of him licking your euphoria of his fingers is almost too audible with his mouth right by your ear.

"we can stop now," he murmurs while you catch your breath. "if you've had enough, we can just cuddle."

his clean hand has snuck under your top and is gliding over your side almost absently, comforting and slow. fortunately, especially for the way he's still rock hard against your back, nothing sounds worse than stopping right now.

"still want you," you say, twisting to kiss him.

he cups your face to ease the awkward angle and kisses back, letting you clamber around to face him without somehow lifting your lips from his. when you fumble his belt open and work him out of the khakis he's inexplicably wearing on this beach vacation, he breaks the kiss with an absolutely shattered moan.

"careful, or i'm going to need to stop," he says, voice strained. he tries to deliver it as a joke but you can tell he's just a few touches from falling apart, and that sends a refreshed wave of want through your body.

"how did you want to do this?" he asks while you try to wrest his shirt from his body.

"want you over me, against my back," you say, running your hands over his chest. "like all your weight, i wanna feel...that."

alex's brow creases. "i don't want to hurt you."

the concerned, hesitant way he says it has you going even more pliant than before. he's caught between his and your clear need, his own desire to not deny you (really ever), and the constant anxiety that runs under his every move. you kiss him, soft and sweet and slow.

"you won't. i'll tell you if something doesn't feel good, i swear."

as it turns out, it's a complete non-necessity. having alex pressed deep in you from behind combined with the crush of his body has stars sparking in your vision, and if the sounds he's making in your ear are any indication, he feels the same. he's not even really pulling back, just rutting and rolling his hips against yours in a way that keeps you constantly, mind-numbingly full. it's easy to forget how big he is, with the...everything else about him, but he never fails to remind you in moments like these.

"alex," you whine. "alex, alex, please!"

he groans and pauses at the end of his motion. your head spins.

"you're close?" he asks.

when you nod, you can feel the sweat and drool on the sheets under your head. "want you to come...oh, fuck! inside, please!"

the sound he makes is almost animalistic -- it's not as though you both make a practice of using condoms; you're both clean and he can't get you pregnant, but this is the first time you've outright asked for it and it seems to do the trick for him, judging by the way his hips snap deep and hard.

"gonna fill you up," he mumbles. "gonna give...you want you want."

he makes good on that promise with a twist of his hips that has you tumbling over right with him. you both just lay there for a moment, the rise and fall of your breaths simultaneous.

"alex?" you say after a moment.

"yes?"

"this wasn't bad for your back, right?"

he raises one trembling hand and flicks your temple. "shut up."

[lqveharrington]

Timeless | T.B.

summary: tom said that in every timeline, you would find and love each other

pairing: all tom blyth characters above (plus alex) x fem!reader

includes: FLUFF, kissing, allusions of sex mentions of killing, threats, teasing

a/n: i just love me some tom blyth 🩷 also, all the other universes mentioned are the ones connected with my own writing for them, so see if you can spot the similarities between coryo and billy’s parts 😉

Ever since you began to date Tom, you've felt more love than you have in years. He was the kindest, most caring, and protective man you have ever met. He made sure every single interaction wasn't crossing any boundaries — not wanting to make you uncomfortable — and he made every interview and press conference never spoke badly about. It was all so courteous that it didn't take long until he decided to put a ring on it — hiding the engagement until you both posted wedding photos for your anniversary.

"It's your day off, stop scrolling through Instagram comments." You set down the cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table before taking away his phone, hiding it away in the drawer. He raised his brow as his hand found the curve of your hip, tugging you to sit beside him. "I'm taking away your phone privileges for the rest of the day."

"A day off with my wife if I stay away from the internet?” He tapped his chin in thought as his free hand went under your calves, pulling yours legs over his lap. “I think I like that idea, Mrs Blyth.”

His accent nearly made you swoon. You loved him for who he was, and the additional accent was a bonus you got lucky with.

You would never get tired of how kind Tom was to you — even after two years of dating, one year of engagement, and one year of marriage — you still were head over heels for him.

Meeting his iridescent blue eyes, you lean in for a proper kiss and smile when he pulls you closer. Tom tilts your head up to his with a finger, kissing you with the same passion he always used. You follow suit and only separate in surprise when he nips at your bottom lip.

"Rude much." You giggle and rest your head on the cushion behind you, hand coming up to touch your lip. “Such a tease, Blyth, such a tease.”

"It’s not my fault you’re so irresistible." Tom took your hand away from your face and began to individually kiss each and every finger, slowly moving higher and higher until he was back to your lips. “Would kissing you make you feel better?”

You pretend to think about it for a second, holding back a smile when you see him impatiently waiting for you to say yes. But the second he heard the beginning syllable of the word, he cupped your face with both hands and met your lips, enjoying your short yelp of surprise.

Tom pressed short kisses to your lips and smiled when you pressed a hand against the left side of his chest. He knew exactly what you were listening for, you did this every time you felt so much love from him.

When he finally pulls away, he glances down at your lips and smirks when he realizes that your lips were a shade deeper than they were earlier. He thumbed your cheek and tucked a piece hair behind your ear, kissing your cheek.

“You know what I’m thinking of?” He murmured, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

You shrug and look up, “What are you thinking of, Tom Keir Blyth?”

He rolled his eyes at the full name and kissed you silly again before speaking, hiding another smirk from your dazed look before you shook it off. "I think we would find each other in every universe. Fall in love just like we are now."

You hum and play with his sweater, thinking about the possibility. Even if you did exist in different universes, the chances of finding each other in every lifetime was slim, maybe even zero. But your love for one another was a flame — a magnetic force that always attracted.

After a few beats of silence, you finally say something in regard to the thought with a benevolent smile, wedding and engagement ring shining from the sunlight hitting it.

"I think so too."

“Hey, how was— What’s that for?” You start to ask him about his daily ride when you look up and see the bouquet of wildflowers, an array of pinks, blues, and purples. You grin at him and take the flowers from him, fingers gingerly touching the petals while silently questioning him.

Billy grinned back and his hand found its home on the curve of your hip. “Saw em��� by the forest as I was coming back. Figured m'pretty girl deserved all the pretty flowers.”

Your cheeks were starting to hurt by how hard he was making you smile. He was so infinitely lovable and you just knew when you got married to him, it would double by millions. He slowly began to thumb your hip and tilted his head down to accommodate your height with how close you were both standing.

“You’re sweet for an ex-outlaw.” You whisper and cling onto the flowers, eyes lighting up in mischief. You pull yourself impossibly closer, your lips dangerously close to his. "You are so in love with me, Bonney.”

“Am I now?” He murmured and noticed the hint of mischief in your eyes, a small smirk gracing his lips.

You went to answer but got cut off when he pressed his lips to yours, your initial shock fading into desire. One of your hands finding its way to his chest, feeling the heartbeat you felt so much love from. But as Billy’s hand slowly traveled south, your brother made the unfortunate decision to enter the living room.

“Didn't you say Billy was— Oh, ew!” Adam’s recoiled and turned around, gagging into his hands. The memory was forever going to scar him. He heard gasping and quick steps away, making him shut his eyes in revulsion. “Why are you touching her like that!”

“Adam—“ You try to speak over him, but he just kept going on about all the different things he would never do when he got older and how your parents would totally freak if they were the ones to walk in. How your dad would kill Billy if he ever saw whatever he was doing to you.

He continued to babble and babble, eyes wide in sickness. “Does pa know he touches you like that? He would have a day with Billy! I—“

“Adam, turn your ass back around and head into the kitchen. We’ll be over in a second.” You clamped a hand over his mouth, voice strict and eyes annoyed. Adam nodded swiftly in horror and quickly made his way back into the kitchen, wincing when you shouted again. “And you don’t say a word!”

You turn back around to find Billy standing there with the bouquet, his brows raised in full amusement. He sent you a wink — which you rolled your eyes to before approaching him and his smug face.

“William Bonney.” You stood in front of him and crossed your arms, tapping your foot on the wooden floor like a mother.

He tilted his head to the side and handed you the bouquet again, grinning when you snatch them out of his hands. Billy crossed his own arms — noticing your eyes drift down to his exposed arms. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You scowl and yelp when he pulls you in his arms. Looking up at him, you push a finger to his chest and reprimand him. “Pull a stunt like that again and our shooting lessons will be turned against you.”

“I didn’t think he would walk in here, sweetheart.” He buried his head into your neck and pressed soft kisses to your neck. "I'm sorry,"

“In every universe, I’m sure someone would’ve walked through those doors, Billy.” You mumble and accept his kisses, running your free hand through his brown hair. "Trust me."

Knock Knock Knock

“Come in.” Coriolanus' voice rang out in his office. In the few seconds the door open and shut, he didn't hear the person announce who they were, his jaw ticking in annoyance. He looked up from his paperwork to maybe see an Avox until they softened at the sight of you. You were in the dress he just bought you, making him smirk in satisfaction.

“I brought lunch.” You smile and move to place the tray down on the side table by the small library in the room. "You didn't come down for lunch and I was getting worried."

Coriolanus sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair for what seemed like the nth time in one hour. “I needed to finish reading all the paperwork the Districts mailed earlier and I couldn't just discard it in the middle of completion. Even if it's all complaints." His piercing eyes watched as you grabbed a plate and handed it to him before you pulled yourself to sit on top of his desk, careful not to disturb the organized mess of papers. "How are the twins' studies?"

You crossed your legs and play with your rose necklace, watching the white snow coat the trees and ground outside. “Their governesses said they are doing exceptionally well today. Celine’s working on her long division and Lio is working on his poetry; which, by the way, is about you."

He hummed and took a bite out of the steak, his free hand finding your knee and thumbing the skin there. Coriolanus looked over your face, watching you mess with the necklace he got you all those years ago. Even after he offered to buy a new one, you refused to let go of the old one. It was your favorite thing he ever gave you.

Well, besides Celine and Aurelio of course.

"They'll be as smart as their mother in a few years." He glanced over at you, raising his brows when you shake your head, pearly whites peeking through in doubt. "What? You and I were practically tied for the Plinth prize before they changed the stupid rules." You still gave him an unimpressed look. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Your soft smile falters and your eyes darken as old memories resurface. “You really want me to answer that?”

You didn't mean to say that out loud — regretting it instantly and internally wincing when you saw his own eyes darken to the dark azure you knew all too well.

Coriolanus raised his brows at you and carefully stood, full six feet standing in front of you. He firmly grasped your jaw in his hand and tilted your head up to meet his eyes. You hid all fear away, knowing he wouldn't do anything to hurt you after you reduced him into nothing but a mess after leaving him long ago.

“You really want to ruin my day, beautiful? Because I can make this day worse.” Coriolanus murmured as his lips lightly grazed yours — almost daring you to continue.

“Noted.” You murmur back and earn a quick peck to the lips as a reminder that you solely were his before he removed himself from you. You watched him with careful eyes — almost like you were handling a stray cat — and continued to play with your necklace until you saw the storm clear from his eyes.

"Tigris is coming over tonight to fit us for the annual Christmas gala. She wants more leeway in case Celine hates her dress again." Your finger feels for the intricate details of the necklace as you remember the memory of a screaming five-year-old tugging at the dress her aunt took ages to make.

Coriolanus pursed his lips at the thought and shook his head. It was an absolute mess of a day, but luckily Tigris had made a spare dress for her. He pulled your crossed legs to lay across his lap, hand running up and down the space there without any care about the heels digging into his thighs.

“I thought we had a party to attend to tonight?” He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, still contemplating whether or not to even hold a gala this year.

You could feel his emotions radiating off of him. This time of the year was always bad for him, especially when he was already swamped with so much work. Slowly, you move closer to him until he opened his eyes again to find you sitting right in front of him, legs on either side of his.

“It's just Livia's get together, she won't care.” You murmur as your hands find his tie, tugging it ever so slightly. “Besides, tonight's a night.”

He brought his hands up to you waist and dragged you closer until you were sitting on his lap, eyes darkening once more. It was rare for you two to even have a night once a month, but it seemed like this month was going to have more than one.

"I thought we still had a week left." He rested a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to anything underneath your beautiful dress.

You put a hand on his chest and feel the rhythm of his heart, the one you knew loved you despite every obstacle you both faced. “Tigris is taking them afterwards, she wants bonding time with them.”

“A night it is.” Coriolanus murmured and met your lips, smirking when you let out a noise of surprise when he bites your bottom lip. Separating, he places on last kiss to your lips before helping you stand, adjusting your dress until you were decent. “I have a meeting in five minutes, I’ll come find you later.”

“I’m helping with decorating the manor. Again." You complain and adjust the ends of your hair, making sure they were perfect before adjusting Coriolanus' appearance. "The stupid Avoxes don’t know where the garlands go. They go in the same place they always do.”

“So picky, my love.” Coriolanus stood and placed another kiss to your lips, feeling you smile. He placed a few more kisses until you pulled away and rubbed the lipstick off his lips. “You just have to have your way no matter where you are, yeah?”

“Imagine in a different timeline I never got to decorate our house properly. It would be tragic.”

“Tragic indeed.”

When you went to get Alex from his room, you expected him to be ready to leave and just have a wonderful break from the school. But when you got there, he was still sitting at his desk, reading papers his students wrote. You roll your eyes at the man before knocking on the door frame.

“Alex, you realize today is the last day before winter break, yeah?” You give him a weird look from the doorway to his classroom, leaning against the frame.

“I do.” He flips the paper and reads the back, chuckling to himself at the sentences written down.

“Then what are you grading? They were due Wednesday.” You walked over to him and looked over his shoulder, huffing when you realize the papers were being covered by his frame. You waited a second to see if he even realize you were next to him before calling out his name again. “Alex?”

He looked up to the door only to jump back in surprise to see you standing next to him with an annoyed look. “Yeah?”

“If you don’t answer me properly, I will leave you here and decorate our place on my own—" You try to speak again when he looks down at the paper again, making you smack his shoulder with the back of your hand. “Alex Nilsen!”

Alex jumped again and packed away the papers into his messenger bag, standing to pull on his winter coat. “Sorry, done, I’m done.”

“You’re incorrigible.” You cross your arms and stare at him with an unimpressed look. As you watched the sun begin it's descent down, you didn't realize Alex took the opportunity to sneak behind you and press a kiss to your cheek. "Hey!” You whip your head around and send him a startled look before it softened into a joking pout. “That’s unfair. You didn’t even tell me what you were looking at.”

Alex hummed and let you rest your head on his shoulder, swaying side to side softly. “If you really want to know, I was reading letters my students wrote to you.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes properly. “To me?”

“Yes, you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek again and smiled when you gingerly rested your forehead on his cheek. “They love when you come and visit me in the middle of class.” Alex nudged you softly. “Well, that and I stop teaching to talk to you.”

“Surprised you haven’t gotten fired for that yet, Nilsen.” You joke and squeal when he spins you around so your chest was against his, both of you wearing bright smiles.

“Maybe because I’m one of the best English teachers here.” Alex tilted his head to the side and sat down on his desk, letting you slot yourself between his legs. When you scrunched your nose at his comment, he sent you a confused look. “What?”

You shrug and you run your fingers through his hair, the small brown curls soft under your palms. “You have too big of an ego already for me to say.”

“Now you have to tell me.” He took your free hand and traced the lines adorning your palm. He waited for you to say anything, but when you didn’t speak and chose to continue running your fingers through his hair, he became impatient. “Come on.”

“I was going to say that you aren’t wrong. You’re one of the best English teachers in Linfield, Ohio.” You murmured and instantly regretted it when you say his eyes light up and a smirk grace his face. “Alex—“

“Oh, my ego just grew by a million.” He kissed the back of your hand.

“Shut up, I was being nice.” You complain and cover your face before realizing why all his students wrote you letters. “Besides, most of your kids do theater. They all come back to me at the end of the day.”

Alex pauses his teasing, thinking about his roster. “Holy shit, you’re right.”

You laugh softly and move to sit beside him on the desk, lacing your hand with his. You rest your head on his shoulder once more, squeezing his hand before you hear he speak in a much softer, loving tone.

“That may be why they love you so much,” Alex started and thumbed your hand, his warm smile reaching his eyes, crinkling their corners. “But never as much as I love you.”

You perch your chin on his shoulder and smile, blush coating your cheeks “You’re such a sap.”

“That loves you.” He turned his head and pecked your lips over and over and over until you put your hand on his mouth to stop him.

Your eyes brighten with so much love, your smile true to every word you uttered. “Love you too, Nilsen.”

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i wanna read a good contemp. romance with some drama and angst, but i fear i recycle the same contemp romance writers (emily henry, recently ali hazelwood, elena armas, alexis hall, evie dunmore, and helen hoang) and i've read all their new/recent releases

what is a REALLY GOOD contemp romance you read that you could not stop thinking about

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2021 Top Ten Reads

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

This was pretty difficult and I cheated a bit including series and not all singular books, but here is my narrowed down Top Ten Reads of 2021.

Disclaimer: I suck at reviews and have shit memory so

People We Meet on Vacation - Emily Henry

Number one, hands down. This book made me feel so many things. It can start off a bit slow, but at the end I loved the inclusion of each flashback, each important moment in Alex and Poppy’s relationship. Also can I fu- marry Alex Nilsen? It was a perfect mix of friends to strangers to lovers and opposites attract, and the angst hurt so good right up until the end. I could not get this book out of my head for weeks afterwards.

Scene thought about most after reading: When Poppy is sick and Alex skips the trip to come and take care of her and there’s that steamy moment in bed. Imagine Heat Waves by Glass Animals playing during that scene?? Yes.

From Blood and Ash (series) - Jennifer L. Armentrout

Look. I am... so into these books. The first one is the best in my opinion. The DRAMATICS. I loved the whole premise of the maiden and the whipped “bad boy” trope. I know this last book gets a little...much and I will admit I am kind of confused at this point but I figure, it’s a middle book. The middle of the series is always least favorite, and I love Poppy so much. Favorite character of the year by far. (also I like the smut but that’s beside the point)

Scene thought about most after reading: When the truth comes out/the betrayal reveal. I could FEEL Poppy’s pain in my chest, right in my heart.

Six of Crows (duology) - Leigh Bardugo

I first watched the Shadow and Bone Netflix show when I knew basically zilch about the Grishaverse and found myself so much more interested in the Crows than any other storyline lol so I went and read the books and W O W do I understand the duology’s high ratings on Goodreads.

I love every character so much and just every detail of their character and the reveal of their background. Kaz Brekker’s.... hurt my heart. I was just so blown away by 

Scene thought about most after reading: Kaz’s background reveal. I’m still picking up the pieces of my heart.

The Cruel Prince (series) - Holly Black

Wow what to even say about this series. Jude is amazing. Cardan is a little shit but amazing. Very political with a dash of romance but I loved it. Jude is a bad bitch. Just go read it.

Scene thought about most after reading: The plot twist at the end of the first book. I was already hooked but that had me HOOKED. Also, I don’t think this is in the books, but the “just come home.” letter Cardan sends to Jude that she doesn’t receive. Ugh. Chefs kiss.

Cemetery Boys - Aiden Thomas

Yadriel and Julian just... gave me so many warm feelings. The imagery was amazing, the characterization was amazing, the entire journey it takes the reader on was amazing. Thee entire time I was wondering “....okay but does it have a happy ending and how??” and WOW WAS I SURPRISED AND OVERJOYED. 

Scene thought about most after reading: When Julian crosses out Yadriel’s deadname in his yearbook and puts his real name MY HEART

The Bridge Kingdom (duology) - Danielle L. Jensen

UGH the drama and the angst and the way it takes SO LONG FOR THEM TO FINALLY GET BACK TOGETHER. I loved every bit of it. The series is literally a rollercoaster ride and just oof. Another one - just go read it.

Scene thought about most after reading: Literally the ending when Lara saves the day and then Aren saves her and they reunite and ugh 

Not My Problem - Ciara Smyth

My first favorite book of the year. I did not think it would be as deep as it was, but it definitely covered a lot of important topics regarding alcoholism, poverty, teenage relationship (both friendship and romantic). The main character, Aideen, is fucking hilarious but her struggle really hits as well, sometimes especially when she’s trying to be funny. 

Scene thought about most after reading: The ending when Aideen finally asks for help. I liked that we don’t see her actually receiving the help, because the point of her journey was to get to where she finally could admit she needed help and to actually ask for it.

These Violent Delights (duology) - Chloe Gong

I usually am not a big retelling fan, and I am definitely not much of a Romeo & Juliet fan but this was such a great retelling. I will be honest and say I liked TVD obviously, but OVE felt so much stronger and I read it to much easier. It felt more relationship driven than TVD and I was so enraptured in what was going to happen. I didn’t even think of not knowing for sure if it has the same ending as Romeo & Juliet, but I loved it so much.

Scene thought about most after reading: That final scene before the epilogue in Our Violent Ends. And then the epilogue. Pain. But hope? But pain. I didn’t even think of not knowing for sure if it has the same ending as Romeo & Juliet, but I loved it so much.

Daisy Jones & The Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid

The format of this book was my favorite part. It was a great way to write it, but still told the whole story (granted, from various POVs but still.) And it felt so real, like I think if someone had given this to me with no title or cover and I had no knowledge of music from that time I would have believed it was a real band and their story.

Scene thought about most after reading: The end reveal and Camila’s last thing to say. Ugh, my heart.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid

This book took me on a trip. I loved following along with Evelyn and learning the reason for each marriage because I doubted every single one was a natural love match. I already had been spoiled on the actual love plotline so that wasn’t a surprise, and despite everything, I was glad they had their happy ending (in a way.)

Scene thought about most after reading: Celia realizing Evelyn had slept with Mick Rivas as part of the marriage ruse felt like such an important point of their relationship to me and the ways in which it wasn’t working and what they would later need to work on. 

Honorary Mentions

Serpent and Dove (series) - I’m sad a lot of people seemed to give up on this trilogy because they didn’t like the second book, but I really enjoyed it. The third book was so great imo, 

Today, Tonight, Tomorrow - This book was just fun. It takes place in one day so it’s a quick read. The main character did annoy me sometimes, but I kind of felt that’s the point and really drove her self realization home in the end. 

A Court of Thorns and Roses (series) - The first book in this series is what really drew me back into reading. It was so fantastical and so much was happening and I was just so pulled in, I can barely explain it. I know we hate tampon and my interest wained in the third book but I really hold the first book close because the things it did to my little reader heart.

My entire 2021 read list - with a ☆ to show all my favorites

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vampire!poppy wright x alex nilsen x vampire!reader

warnings: i don't care that this is straying from the source material, explicit smut, bloodplay, don't worry too much about positions, honest to god i just want them both so bad,

It was five years to the day that Poppy had turned you into a vampire in a moment of desperation that you found yourself with her tongue in your mouth in front of a very attractive, if mortal, man. No matter how long the three of you had been together, Alex always claimed just watching like this made him antsy. He said it made him feel like he was interrupting something, though it was plain for anyone to see that his body had a far less apprehensive reaction to the sight than his brain.

In a particularly desperate clash of teeth and tongue after coming up for air, one of Poppy's fangs slides over the swell of your bottom lip and slices the delicate skin. Her hands crush your hair like velvet where they're cradling your skull at the taste of your blood. When you open your eyes, it's a treat to watch her pupils blow. Hooking your tongue over the small cut, you glance over to Alex, whose anxious desire is pressing against the zipper of his slacks in a way that has to ache. Poppy's gaze is hazy, darting lazily from your lips to the slope of Alex's neck, tracing over where his pulse thrums beneath lean muscle.

"Alex, darling,” you start. "Come here."

He moves immediately, as though a puppet master has yanked his strings. There's a flurry of action, a complicated dance of getting Poppy to move enough for Alex to fit between you through her sanguine inebriation, drunk and desperate off of a single drop. Eventually, though, both of them are maneuvered into place, Alex with his head on your chest and Poppy in his lap. She leans forward, nudging against his insistent erection as she scrapes her teeth down where his carotid artery lays. It's like he's been stuck with a thousand needles, the way every muscle in his body jumps and he groans out a thick noise somewhere between pleasure and pain.

"Can I?" Poppy asks, her mouth already open. If you squint, you can imagine the twinkle in her eye pricking cartoonishly on the tip of her fangs as they catch the flickering candlelight. When Alex nods, you pet his curls off his forehead and slide your hand over his face to cup his jaw, guiding his chin up and out of the way.

"Deep breath," instructs Poppy, and you and Alex take one in unison. He's preparing for the ache of teeth sinking into the side of his neck, for the dizzying rush of blood leaving his body. You're preparing for the dangerous, erotic sight of Poppy's mouth pressed open to his throat, for the trails of claret that will fill the lines of her lips like water through a ravine. She latches on.

The reaction is immediate. Alex's hips jerk up against Poppy's and she outright moans against his skin. You wonder, briefly, if he can feel it through the puncture wounds in the same way you can feel his sounds when his face is buried in your pussy. In a second burst of curiosity, you slide your hand between them, squiggling your fingers to hike Poppy's skirt and slip your hand into her underwear. She's slick, you knew to expect that much, but there's a heat and a swelling that hasn't been there when you've done this in the past. Perhaps it's the active influx of extra blood and her body directing it where it's needed, but whatever the reason, when you begin to work your fingers over her clit, she and Alex make twin sounds of pleasure. The way she's pressed to his front means that you can't move your hand against her without also rubbing him.

Obviously, you double down on the effort.

All too conscious of the limits of his body, Poppy soon pulls off a blissed Alex. Her lips and chin glisten with his liquid life, and you can see the way she's pooled some in the space between her lower gums and cheeks. As her hips squirm against your hand, chasing the ardent friction you're providing her, she leans forward and kisses the metallic flavor of your shared lover into your mouth. The blood pours from her mouth into yours and it's like every one of your nerves has been set on fire. Alex's shirt on your skin and the way he's writhing slightly, the trickle of spilled blood over your clavicle -- it's all felt tenfold, and the realization of this heightened sensation, something you always forget until the moment it's happening, encourages you to curl your fingers forward and into Poppy, plying pleasure from that gummy spot deep inside her. The immediacy is that of a lightning strike, her muscles going rigid when she comes with a strangled cry. It's beautiful -- her joy, her pleasure, obviously, but superficially too. Blood decorates her neck like rubies; her eyes are as bright and alive in spite of her nature. Though she cannot show up in photographs, you try to save her like this in a corner of your undying mind.

It's now that you redirect your attention to Alex, who is so close that it's visible in every twitch of his muscles. You lave the corner of his mouth with yours, so uncoordinated it can hardly be counted as a kiss, like you're trying to press some of his sapped energy back into his recovering body. Through this, you fish his aching cock from his pants and even just that coaxes a sound from him that's almost a sob of relief. It takes not a moment before he's bending his chin to his chest with a groan and spilling over your hand. The movement forces twin droplets of blood from the quickly healing wounds on his neck, and Poppy leans forward to catch them on her tongue. When you swipe your tongue over your fingers, revelling in the flavor of their combined releases, your eyes catch on the way the white and clear dripping from your hand gets streaked with the remaining red from your mouth. Blood-dipped pearls and diamonds, maybe, or something more precious: a love that refuses to be buried despite death.

RAAA i got jumpy posting this i meant to say big up @spideyhexx @phantomamor @outlawdaydream @milliesfishes for key development of this concept :))) love you guys

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