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[norel-ravenclaw]

Mine

Sanji • One Piece

Fandom: One Piece Live Action (OPLA)

Featured characters: Sanji

Genre: BDSM Erotica

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1900

Description: Requested by @kellerific93 … Dating Sanji has been a whirlwind romance. But now that you’ve been together for a while, he wants to introduce you to… new pleasures.

(I’ve only ever seen the live action One Piece, none of the anime or manga sorry!)

WARNINGS: | mxw | bdsm | collaring | light choking | begging | praise and reassurance, pet names | all the normal sex stuff | unsafe sex | not proofread |

“Finally, a break!” Sanji tosses our bags by the door of the lovely seaside cottage we’ve rented for the weekend.

The other strawhats are spending time in town, but we decided to spend some… quality time together.

And… something new.

As soon as the door is closed behind me, Sanji pushes me up against it.

“Oh!” I squirm against his much larger body as he presses himself fully against me.

He smirks down at me, leaning in close. One hand unbuttons his suit jacket. “Are you ready for this?”

I nod, my heart racing. “Y-yes sir.”

That’s all it takes to spark the flame in his eyes. “Good girl.” He strokes my hair and cheek tenderly, whispering, “I promise I’ll take good care of you. I won’t hurt you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

“…Mhm.”

“Remember the safe word?”

I chuckle. “Oregano.”

“Good girl.” He starts kissing down my neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Tell me at any time to stop, and we can just do what we always do, alright darling?”

“Mhm.”

He roughly grabs my wrists and pins them against the door. “What was that? You will call me sir or master. Understood?”

“Ah!” His expression is dark and hungry like I’ve never seen. I see why he wanted me to try this with him. As much as we love each other, gentle lovemaking will never quite satisfy all of him. I agreed because, somehow, I wonder if I need the same thing.

He needs to dominate and be rough, and I need to finally listen to the secret urges within me - the need to surrender, to be forced and controlled.

“Yes master.”

He purrs, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss as he rips open my shirt and squeezes my breast. I’m not wearing a bra today, as he requested. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, stealing my breath.

I arch against him as he shoves a deliciously muscular thigh between my legs, forcing me to grind against him.

“Mmph! San- Ah! M-master!”

He briefly breaks the kiss, the air electric between us as he looks into my eyes, both of us already breathing hard.

“Keep your hands there,” he orders. Lunging in again, he kisses down my throat, impatiently pulling my pants down. His tongue and lips follow downwards between my breasts and lower as he kneels to pull my shoes and pants off.

They’re tossed aside carelessly, and his large hands rub up my thighs and hips, squeezing and massaging. Blonde hair tickles my chin as he stands.

I gasp as he roughly pushes my shirt off my shoulders. He throws it aside along with his jacket.

His eyes lock onto mine as he unbuckles his belt, slowing a little as he approaches again, taking my wrists and binding them with it.

“How’s this, hm? Gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you my captive?” His lips ghost over my ear, making me shiver. “I am a pirate after all. You’re my treasure.”

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes sir.”

Again his lips are on mine, and suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder. He carries me to the bedroom, and I catch only a glimpse of the phenomenal view upside down before being thrown down on the bed.

He kicks off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he tugs off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Those predatory eyes watch every movement, every change in my expression as he crawls onto the bed.

Giving in to instinct, as he had encouraged before, I back away from him. He smirks dangerously.

“Trying to run? How cute.”

He moves up to straddle my hips and makes a show of taking off his shirt, filling my view with his broad shoulders. Out of his pocket, he takes out an object I’ve seen before.

Sanji used it to propose this whole… game.

A collar.

We picked it out together in a red light district market. The sight of it makes my heart race even more.

In contrast to his domineering and rough treatment thus far, his touch is gentle, tender, as he brushes my hair aside enough to slip the collar around my neck.

Voice raspy and low, he hums in approval. “Gods you’re so pretty, kitten. Look at you.” He ties a thin ribbon to the collar ring, and gives it a tug. “All mine to do with as I please. Surrender to me completely.”

I mewl as he tugs me up for a kiss. Wrapping the leash around his fist, he uses his other hand to take off his pants. Little sounds come between us as I’m pulled about.

Then his hand is snaking up my thigh to pull down my panties. At last I am completely bare beneath him.

Sanji sucks in a breath. “…Fuck.”

Leaning down, his tongue latches onto my nipple.

“Ah! Master…!” I squirm as he touches and kisses me. He knows all my soft spots.

“Stop moving,” he orders. “If you don’t, I’ll just take you here and now.”

Keening under his ministrations, I desperately try to keep still. My body jerks and shudders with every touch, every hot breath, every brush of his hair against my skin.

“Such a naughty little pet, aren’t you?”

I whine, shrinking back. “I-I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t punish me. I’m trying to be good for you…”

Sanji bites his lip. “I know you are, darling. But you need better training, don’t you?”

I nod. He grins, finally taking off his underwear. Already hard and leaking pre, I can see exactly how much he’s getting off on this.

A gasp is ripped from me as he tugs on the leash. “I suppose since you’re just getting started, I’ll have mercy.” His long fingers brush between my legs, dipping into my slick entrance. “So wet for me already, hm? You like being manhandled and ordered about like this, do you?”

I bite my lip and arch against his hand. “Yes sir! Ahh…!”

“Mm… That’s it. Let me hear everything. You can scream and no one will hear you here.” He smirks and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “No one will come to save you.”

Moaning as he pushes three fingers inside me, he bullies me relentlessly. Twisting, rubbing, curling inside me, he loosens me far less gently than normal. His thumb rubs circles on my throbbing clit.

He shifts, using his thick thigh to push mine apart. Moving between them, I can feel his hardness against my leg.

The sounds my body makes as he works me open grow louder, and he watches with glazed eyes as his thick fingers sink into me over and over.

“I can hardly wait to have a meal of you, kitten. But I’m starving for more after such a long trip getting here.”

He removes his fingers and holds the up to my lips. When I hesitate, he says, “Go on. Clean them for me.”

Slowly, I obey. Opening my mouth, he presses his wet fingers against my tongue. I shiver as I lick my essence off, running my tongue between his fingers and sucking.

He shudders. “I have so much to teach you, my pet. I so look forward to your training~”

Impatient and in the mood to punish, he moves over me, aligning himself with my already dripping entrance.

I hold his intense gaze, my heart pounding out of my chest as he slowly pushes himself inside me. He doesn’t give me nearly as much time today to adjust to his thick girth, but seeing my discomfort, he strokes my hair.

“So good. Taking me so well, aren’t you? I knew you could do it, kitten.” He sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, groaning loudly. “I love you so much. Fuck, so much. So good for me.”

His large body cages me in, tugging on my leash as he arches into me. Pulling back, the tight muscles try to repel him before sucking him in deeper.

We moan and keen in each other’s ears as he quickly settles into a rather desperate rhythm.

“Finally. I’ve been dying to be inside you for so long.”

I choke a little and writhe beneath him as he fucks me, my tied hands resting between us on his chest.

“M-master! Agh! Mm!”

While his pace is faster than he usually starts with, he’s not brutal in the strength behind it, allowing my body the chance to adjust a bit to the large intrusion.

The bright room is filled with all the maddening sounds of sex, and I am just losing myself to the cadence of his thrusts when he pulls out entirely.

With a sound as much of pleasure as frustration, he looks down at me, his wet cock throbbing. “I have so much planned for you, little one. I hope you’re ready.

I am left to his mercy as he manhandles me into a different position. My leg is hauled over his chest, leaving me open and dripping before he pushes back in.

Tugging the leash again, Sanji starts back up.

I moan and gasp, grasping desperately at his arm as he goes faster, pounding into me at a new angle that makes me see stars.

“S-Sanji! Ah! Master…!”

He curses under his breath. Adjusting the way his hips hit mine, his pelvis rubs against my clit enough to send me closer to the edge.

I can see through the tears pricking at my eyes enough to see his smirk. “Go on, I want you to cum for me, girl. I’m going to overstim you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop.”

Suddenly his thrusts are mercilessly fast. Holding my leg against his chest, he keeps me from being able to move my hips away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.

The sound of wetness and his panting is enough to propel me over the edge already.

“I’m g-going to- I’m coming!”

Looking up at his face, half hidden behind his hair, he nods. “Cum for me.”

The feeling of the collar cutting off a little of my air is a novel sensation, and I gasp and moan, surrendering to the sheer feeling of it all.

Hot pleasure seizes me as I cream all over his relentlessly thrusting cock, squeezing him so hard that he has to push a little harder to keep his tempo.

A loud moan echoes through the room along with the sound of my wetness. Sanji curses and flips me fully onto my stomach, pulling me into his lap. Hardly breaking his rhythm, he continues ruthlessly.

“Ah! W-wait!”

He chuckles darkly. “You’re mine to do with as I please, right? You’ll have to beg much, much better than that to persuade me to do anything, kitten.”

I whimper into the sheets as he leans down to pepper my trembling shoulders with kisses.

“I look forward to seeing just how much you can take, my love~ When we’re done in a bit, let’s go to the beach. I’ve always wanted to try fucking in the ocean~”

#opla #one piece live action sanji #one piece live action #one piece #opla sanji #one piece Sanji #opla smut #one piece smut #one piece live action smut #sanji smut #sanji x reader #live action sanji #norel writes

[nonuggetshere]

KNOCK ON WOOD BUT I THINK MY MIGRAINE IS GOING AWAY, I MIGHT DRAW SOMETHING

Btw my LGBT+ headcanon doodles are still open if anybody wants to request them, or just gimme any suggestions you'd like, I might draw them (girl help I am extremely bored)

Or I might write something (glares at this buggycule WIP fic in my drafts)

#thylacines can talk #To be fair. This fic is more of a. The knights tease Flower rather than a buggycule centred fic #I should write a buggycule centred fic though I don't think I've written them before. All my fics are just depressing and drama #Trying to think of any minific I pumped out in the last few months about this game and NONE of them are fluffy what the fuck #It's all just me putting Hollos through a meat grinder #These Wayward Royals and Humble Pie fanfics. Flower taking their parents into the Abyss. Flower almost dying. Flower's bad no good awful #time in captivity by Norel. Wrote that one three times for different flavours of the scenario. Flower's failed accolate. All of the #arguments and fights between them. PK seeing Flower living their life and realising he pushed them away and lost them. Even the lighter #ones like Flower and Hornet dancing or Traitor Lord trying to comfort Flower have depressing elements. #Flower having a breakdown in front of their boyfriends. Twice. Radio's and PK's argument. The different ways Flower could be outed. Even #crossovers are fucking depressing. Jesus CHRIST CANT I LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE #Sorry I went off the rails LMAO #WAIT. NO. I REMEMBER ONE. FLOWER THROWING PEBBLES AT HORNET AND PLAYING WITH HER. THAT ONE WAS CUTE AND FLUFFY #I FUCKING FOUND ONE. I DID IT. I WON. #Also Radi* thanks autocorrect

[arowritingprompts]

Your aromantic character explains what aromanticism is to their younger sibling, who is still a child. The sibling is now confused about words and wonders why do so many candles not get crushes on others.

#writing prompt #prompt #aromantic #norel

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Currently thinking about how Susanna Clarke took 10 years to write Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell while working an editing job and how she just would try to wake up early every day and write what she could and she just would write the scenes that would come to her and stitch it together later because if she tried to make it coherent it would be too big of a task. Like that's fucking inspirational, that's perservation, that's plain hard work and she FINISHED. Like if she can push through and write an incredible novel that made NYT bestseller list and all that then any of us potentially could. It's harder to do it but she did it and there is no reason not to keep trying. She tried to wake up early every day and sometimes she couldn't because she was too tired but the important thing is even when that happened she didn't stop trying to wake up early the next day. like that's fucking iconic. Also can I say she published a handful of short stories before Jonathan Strange and Mr Norell (2004), her book of short stories (2006), and also Piranesi (2020) and like she takes so long but she persists and each of the three are some of the most creative things I've ever read in myself like she has chronic fatigue she is 63 she will never ever be able to match the output of the prolific household name writers out there and she's also had failures but like my god she just chips away at things and the time she spends absolutely shows in how lovingly crafted each and every one of her published works is. I am so impressed with her.

#susanna clarke

[scorchieart]

I want to do something for all the buds on this fine Thursday, but unfortunately I have been reduced to only having very limited Tumblr time these days. First off, thank you to everyone who sent me kind messages in my ask box~ I hope my responses reached you (don't fail me, Tumblr) I can't send personalized responses at this time ;-; so please accept this mass "Reply All" to the buds and bros.

@aide-falls @altairring @aquagirl1978 @atelier-the-atelier @batteryrose

@beneathashadytree @bestbryn @bellerose-arcana @cathyrosse @candied-boys

@cheese-ception @chirp-a-chirp @claviscollections @cottonfluffballofdoom @crystal13unny

@curious-skybunny @cy-inky @dear-mrs-otome @dear-sciaphilia

@drachonia @evil-quartett @fang-and-feather @girlwiththethirdeye7k @gilbertvonobsidian

@ikemen-writer @ikemendood @ikeprinces-stuff

@ikesenwritings @iphigeniainaulis @jozhenji @katriniac @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

@koi-mahou-kakumei @kippin-art @keithsandwich @leonscape @lorei-writes

@maries-gallery @myonlyjknight @maeko-kun @nuttytani @nightghoul381

@norel-ravenclaw @ndoandou @outofthepapers @ominousjangling @olivermorningstar

@ochrosia @orangejuice707 @pieground @queengiuliettafirstlady @queen-dahlia

@rinaririr @randonauticrap @rhodolitesrose @syneilesis @skoetiepoetie

@themysticalbeing @thewitchofbooks @venti-tangents @venulus @violettduchess

@vioisgoinginsane @vvvavaaa @whitelittlebunny @writingwhimsey @wordycheeseblob

@yukina-otome @yarnnerdally

#I went alphabetized through the list I sincerely hope I didn't miss anyone and I get the feeling it's not tagging everyone properly #but if I did miss you then you get this message doubly over #seriously you all make spending time online that much more fun #I hope to be back by the weekend ^^

[madelgard]

Thanks for the tag @ari-leah-arts! Tagging @retro-hussy @alex-dax @shakespeareaddict @klarionthewizard @zeldurz

show/season/colour

Mad Men / Spring / Forget-Me-Not Blue

hobby/book/character

Writing MLM Fic / The Inimitable Jeeves, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norell, The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony / Tiaan Jerjerrod

place/movie/album

Beach / Hot Fuzz, Pride & Prejudice, Emma / A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder (original cast soundtrack)

#tag game

[jessica-writes22]

Writerblr Intro!

About me:

- You can call me Jessica, Jess or Jessica Write - She/Her - I'm a Leo - I love astrology, magic, writing, reading, sports and a bunch of other things - My asks are always open and feel free to tag me in anything - Feel free to send me writing prompts to write about - My Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/ThatStoryGirl33 - List of my OC's Let me know if you want to be added to my Tag list

WIP Introduction:

Trials of Avaidia

"Lyssa Leren is the sin of wrath and was supposed to meet up with the other seven deadly sins and virtues before going to Avaidia. Everything was going to plan until Fear kidnaps the virtues and the sins are plunged into a new world filled with reunions, new friendships, new rules, love, and hardships. She must find a way to adapt to this world, accept who she is, and rescue the virtues before all of Avaidia is in danger."

Genre: YA Fantasy, magic, romance

Minor Sub-Genres: Trauma, royalty, seven deadly sins…

Setting: Modern/Victorian setting with nobility & royalty

Tropes & Themes: Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Found Family, Power & Corruption, Trauma, PTSD, LGBTQ+

MAIN CHARACTERS: The sins

Lyssa Norell Leren (she/her): The sin of wrath with a traumatic past, and a master assassin. She must learn to accept who she is, take the crown, and save the ones she loves.

Kian Heart (he/him): The badass boy who doesn't want you to know his true self. A master swordsman and the sin of pride.

Invidia Moss (she/her): The sin of envy and the will to be perfect. She must learn to accept herself for who she is and help the people of her kingdom.

Marge Woods (they/them): The bubbly sin of gluttony must learn not to let people's words get to them. And they want to grow stronger and show the world that who you are, who you love and what you doesn't define you.

Elijah Woods (they/them): The smart sin of Sloth must overcome obstacles and help the people they love, and show the world that they can do anything.

Freya Smith (she/her): As the sin of lust she is a literal goddess. With a hard past life, she must grow past it and learn to put her trust in friends and lovers.

Avarus Stan (he/him): As the sin of greed his life hasn't been completely clean, with a broken family, and other issues. This proper badass kid must learn to heal.

Master Post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jessicas-story-blog22/686049227760140288?source=share

Demon Queen (Bakugo x reader):

Kiritz Y/N has a very powerful quirk and has gone through a lot in her life. With a secret past can she manage to get into U.A. and start over and hopefully make some new friends, and become a hero like she always wanted. Or will her past come back to haunt her and destroy everything she has worked for? When she first meets Bakugo Katsuki she sees him as a rival, an equal and a friend. But what happens when things start to blow up? WIll everything be ruined or will they get through it all?

Link to post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jessicas-story-blog22/687515196495921152?source=share

The link includes more about the story and y/n's quirk

Please share this post so I can start sharing my stuff with you!

#writeblr #my writing #fantasy writing #wip questions #wip intro #trials of avaidia #WIP: trials of avaidia #writeblr community #writerblr intro #writerblr introduction #writers #writer blog #writerblr #bakugo x reader #wipnook

[clarascuro]

@monstrousgourmandizingcats tagged me to post the last, current, and next books on my reading list. (Ty!!)

Last: Either ''We Have Always Lived in the Castle'' (Shirley Jackson) or "Piranesi" (Susanna Clarke), i cant remember which. I've read "Piranesi" before and loved it. "We Have Always Lived in the Castle" was a first for me, and I'm fully obsessed with Shirley Jackson now. Silly Merricat :)

Current: I'm bouncing back and forth between "The Thief" (Magan Whalen Turner), "The Haunting of Hill House" (Shirley Jackson), "Beowulf" (Maria Headley), "The Ladies of Grace Adieu" (Susanna Clarke), and "The Two Towers" (JRR Tolkien). "The Thief" and "Two Towers" are both comfortable rereads. "Hill House" and "Grace Adieu" are both new reads from two of my favorite authors. "Beowulf" is for my Medieval Lit class, and boy am I struggling with it. I'm having trouble deciding if I just dislike Headley's style or if she's a bad writer. I'm leaning towards the latter because it's supposed to be a clearer, more approachable translation for people who aren't into old epics, but a lot of it is borderline impossible to decipher, and I'm familiar with the story already! I don't necessarily object to a version of the story with anachronistic language or meme references (Tamsyn Muir does a wonderful job integrating them into her writing) but it's very clunky and obtrusive here. I miss the Heaney translation.

Next: More Medieval Lit, "The Queen of Attolia" (Turner), and a book about the collapse of the Roman Republic that my dad leant me. I'm not even going to pretend that I'll be reading "Return of the King" any time soon, I'm barely a quarter through "Two Towers". Also, I didn't realize until I started it, but "The Ladies of Grace Adieu" is actually a companion to "Jonathan Strange and Mr Norell", so I may read that again!

Tagging @dear-old-sputniks-friend @stinko-lord @allergic-to-semen @literary-potat0 @wild-jija @gretadotcom @licethelouse

[junkshop-disco]

Books!! Thanks to @magicalrocketships for the tag 💖

An estimate of how many physical books I own: I have two floor-to-ceiling walls of books, and random piles elsewhere, so probably somewhere between 750 and 1000? I'm always scouring charity shops and flea markets for interesting books.

Favorite author: is there anyone who can pick just one? Oscar Wilde, Virginia Woolf, Paul Auster, Ali Smith, Graham Greene, Margaret Atwood, Kurt Vonnegut, off the top of my head.

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: never say never and all that, but it'll be a cold day in hell when I crack open a Thomas Hardy voluntarily.

A popular book I thought was just meh: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norell. I wanted so badly to like it, but it was a struggle just making it through the first couple of chapters and I gave up.

Longest book I own: I do have War & Peace, Vanity Fair, and Bleak House, all of which are an endurance workout for the wrists. I also have The Norton Anthology of Poetry, which is a compilation of most poets and poems, ever, which is a struggle to get off the shelf.

Longest series I own all the books to: is the wider Terry Pratchett universe considered a series? If so, those.

Prettiest book I own: I have an early edition of Virginia Woolf's diary which has a cover illustrated by Vanessa Bell. I'm very fond of the design of that.

A book or series I wish more people knew about: I really wish more people had read the Widdershins books by Jordan L Hawk, so I had someone to exclaim 'but what about the bit when the librarians [spoilers]!!!' to while they yell back 'Christine my beloved!!'. So that's my rec, if anyone is looking for a series of, say, 11 books packed with magical historical fantasy shenanigans featuring archaeologists, but also aliens (no, really), that doesn't take itself too seriously but also delivers more convincing magical world building than a lot of books that do.

Book I’m reading now: I just finished The Half-life of Valery K and I'm halfway through a book of Emily Dickinson poems. I think I have a romance queued up next for a bit of a breather. Maybe a KJ Charles.

Book that’s been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven’t gotten around to it: my TBR is like four shelves high. The one that gives me the greatest pang of regret every time my gaze alights upon it is probably The World Broke In Two, which is about the impact of WWI on art and writing.

Do you have any books in a language other than English: I have some Spanish copies of Lorca I think.

Paperback, hardcover or ebook?: I mix it up. I usually buy secondhand books when I'm buying physical copies so I'll go with whatever looks in the best condition, but most of my actual reading I do on my Kindle because I don't put the lights on in the evening to help with my insomnia and real books don't have handy self-adjusting ambient lighting.

#books #if anyone fancies this #consider yourself tagged

[purple-cat-demon]

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#the truth is it's like this. bc i started last summer and gave up but. today was a shaw day and i said screw it its getting. finished.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A little update of sorts:

I finally got back to Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree after suffering a gnarly writer's block. Not quite done writing this last part but I'm getting there~

I started an origin story for my two OCs that will tie into my Dungeons and Dragons group, but it's a story that's been in my head for a LONG TIME.

Started writing down notes for Hazel and Gavin's Wedding Fic. (Then I started remembering all the details of my wedding and got a little overwhelmed 🤣)

4 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

Ya know, it just occurred to me that I have failed to use the nickname "Hazelnut" for any of my Gavin x Hazel fics...

5 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#3

So I have the first part of my OCs Origin Story typed out; eagerly getting the second part finished so it can be typed out, and still writing out the third part.

I have so many scenes in my cracked little mind that need to be written and honestly, it feels good to be this invested in my own characters 😅 Now if I could just DRAW these OCs, I would be ecstatic~

I promise I have not forgotten about the last part of Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree! The material I wrote out for that last part seems off to me so I'm trying to revisit it and rework it somehow so it hopefully doesn't sound redundant or boring... I do plan on keeping the morning s*x part though😏

As always, I am forever grateful for your patience and thank you for enjoying my works!

6 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree Part 9

Pairing: Gavin x Hazel

Genre: 🔞Smut🔞 romantic/domestic fluff

Word Count: 4,714

Warnings: wet dream leading to actual sex, unprotected sex.

Beta by the lovely @sin-with-quiche

Dear GEEZUS, this has been a very long time coming and I have my finicky Muse to thank for that (the highly distractive little brat), but yes, this little saga is finally done after about 2 years in the making?? So I hope y'all enjoy the final instalment of Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree~ 💙 thank you all who have been reading it and have been very patient for each instalment~

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~~Sunday 7:30am~~

"Wakey wakey, my love~" Hazel gently whispered in Gavin's ear. A soft moan came from her fiancé, still touring dream land.

"Ngh, how is it that you're awake before me," he shifted towards her, "and here I thought I wore you out last night."

In a swift move by her deft fiancé, Hazel was back on the bed and under him, playfully laughing as he snuggled into the crook of her neck. A hand had snuck up her pajama top and lightly fondled her breast, his fingers gently pinching an already hardening nipple.

“Mmm, how are you this frisky so early in the morning, my love," Hazel giggled

He smiled into her neck before kissing it.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he answered, nibbling her ear before trailing back down to her neck. Lifting his head, he leaned in for a kiss while his knee parted her legs enough for his hand to move downward. Hazel anticipated that delicious next move—

A few moments passed before Hazel opened her eyes to find Gavin had disappeared.

“Huh,” she sat up and looked around, her bleary gaze settling on the sleeping form of her fiancé next to her.

‘What the hell? That was a DREAM?!’

Silently waging war on her rudely overactive imagination, her small tantrum roused the officer from his sleep.

“Mm, what’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing…,” she whimpered, thoroughly duped by her very convincing wet dream.

Gavin sat up, shifting closer to his visibly dejected bride-to-be and nuzzled into the back of her neck, taking in her scent.

“You sure nothing’s wrong," he wrapped his arms around her torso and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Y-yeah, I just had a super realistic dream, that’s all," she shivered at his touch.

“Oh? And what was it about?"

Hazel felt her face get uncomfortably warm as she recalled the unfinished business of her lewd dream.

“W-well, I guess you could think of it as a continuation of our…session last night.”

“Is that right,” he inquired, mildly intrigued by this dream of hers. He glanced over at the clock on her nightstand, it read 6:56am, he then had an idea.

“Judging from your cute pout, I’d say this dream of yours was…unfinished?”

Hazel squeaked at his deduction, squirming in his embrace as one bold hand found itself in her pajama bottoms.

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My #1 post of 2022

I just gotta say, I wholly adore this card art so damn much~ Just look at these two 😍

I'mma just leave it here for y'all~

*note: it didn't actually take this long to evolve this card 🤣

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[norel-ravenclaw]

Ikemen Prince based on the 2023 tarot looks

All Arcana cards set. I’ll do Ikepri tarot cards once the new three princes are out.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri chevalier #chevalier michel #ikemen series #leon dompteur #Ikepri Leon #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #Ikepri licht #licht klein #ikepri silvio #clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #silvio ricci #Norel writes

[thequibblah]

Hello Quibblah,

after having been a Very Big Fan of your fics ("if we never meet again" is one of my all time favourites, i think i commented on it as much on ao3; "no regrets, coyote" - chef's kiss; "you and i will die unbelievers" gave me fantastic jonathan strange and mr norell-vibes, if that was intentional; and of course the jily canon-classic "put a bow on it") I have finally (binge-)read "Come together" (in two days).

Just wanted to write how much i love and appreciate your writing, and also and especially your playlists!! (i have noticed that a lot of jily writers/fans are also taylor swift fans and really no shame about that, but i am not one.) so, absolutely delightful playlists, looking forward to the next ones.

i have been reading jily-fics for a really long time (since i've been 12 or 13 maybe?, i'm 30 now...) and i have loved re-entering the fandom, in part thanks to your fics.

so please excuse my gushing, hope you're doing well,

missglass

this is so sweet, and don’t apologise for your gushing, it absolutely made my day! thank you so much, im glad you’re enjoying my writing 🫰

#missglass #🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 #ask me

[abigailzimmer]

Favorite Reads of 2023

As a reader, I think of myself as slow to turn toward fiction, but this year started off with stunning story after stunning story, thanks to writers like Emily St. John Mandel, Rivka Galchen, Amal El-Mohtar, and Max Gladstone. Miriam Toews' Fight Night made me weep on a train from Edinburgh to Glasgow; Josephine Tey's mysteries made me chuckle from Glasgow to Edinburgh. I wandered slowly but steadily with Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell throughout the year and I read Timothy Moore's short stories in one sitting and then started them over the next week. Grateful for these writers who move me in so many ways, and of course I have some poetry and nonfiction favorites!

1. Timothy Moore's exciting debut short story collection, I Will Teach You Retribution, is perfection. Its humor and absurdism and poignancy remind me a bit of George Saunders (CivilWarLand in Bad Decline), a bit of Aoka Matsuda (Where the Wild Ladies Are), and excitingly and obviously of Tim. If you aren't moved by the plight of a people-eating giant's quest for justice against himself, or a side character/ex-lover's desire to have her own transformative character arc, or a girl's use of social media to be popular, even though dead—or at least by the empathetic way Tim writes these characters and the wonderful crafting of his sentences—your heart may have stopped. An unexpected love-at-first-paragraph. Ten out of ten best use of exclamation points.

2. In Scared Violent Like Horses, John McCarthy writes about childhood in rural Illinois, absent parents, fistfights with friends, and flyover states, but mostly he writes of people in a way that sees their empathy and value. I read this while feeling a little lost and heartsick, and these poems wrapped around me and reminded me of what I love best. This is not to say that I saw my journey reflected back at me, but that lyric can offer the comfort of a song, that poetry lets you sit in a space of experience not answers, and that you can endure so much hardship and still emerge with tenderness. John’s writing is thoughtful and vivid, graceful and grace-giving. “But I’m not sure why we would expect dreams to make sense, when our waking lives so often fail to observe narrative convention,” he writes. And later: “No place is sad if you stay long enough.”

3. How to Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone is an abundantly written book, composed of letters between Red and Blue, two agents on opposite sides of a time war, one side more organic and one more tech-driven. It’s surprising and inventive in its world building and sweet on the act of letter writing. A love story that gushes to the beloved, overflowing without feeling cheesy. I read this on a beach in Mexico, against the bluest backdrop with the reddest sunrises.

“I want to tell you something about myself. Something true, or nothing at all.”

4. Emily St. John Mandel’s Sea of Tranquility was satisfying and unexpected, even up to the last line. As in her other books, she weaves together stories of multiple characters, gently nudging them more and more into each other’s orbits as the book draws to a close. This book feels higher stakes or maybe has more imaginary elements than The Glass Hotel, which I thought was nice but forgettable—I prefer the bigger “what ifs” in my fiction. But her writing always feels like a gliding, with these lovely details that linger. Here, there's an untouched forest in Canada and a shabby moon colony with a river reflecting the darkness of space. A writer of post-apocalyptic fiction, now a mother and turned off her own ideas. (It’s interesting to hear from an author who wrote a wildly successful novel about a global pandemic, then lived through one, and wrote a second pandemic-related novel in which much happens very differently.) The question of simulation a backdrop, the difference between knowing something in the abstract and the experience of it, how we come to the knowledge we have and the gestures we know we must make. All of it so well done and a pleasure to read.

5. The overarching frame of On Dreams by Maureen Thorson is the author's diagnosis of a rare eye disease that causes blind spots and some of Aristotle's absurd theories, such as how a mirror turns red when a menstruating woman looks into it. From there, in essays composed of short, aphoristic lines, Thorson explores what is reality and truth, how we know what we know, the illusion we have of control, and why we turn to writing and narrative. It's funny and smart, weaving in notes from her broad reading, and poignant in the leaps and turns it takes from line to line.

6. Border Vista by Anni Liu is composed of these lovely memory poems—atmospheric. She writes about emigrating to the US while young and being separated from her dad and grandparents with uncertain status, about relationships and home and dreaming in her nonnative language. The poems read almost memoir-like, back to back. The settings simple: a walk in the woods or market, hearing a piece of news or sitting in a movie theater, with some startling insight dropped upon the reader, the reader unaware even that she was building toward something. The lines below have echoed in my head the whole year, naming a longing so ingrained I didn't even know it was there:

“Crossing a deer-shaped patch of earth, I come back to the edge of an ancient sadness of being just one thing”

7. I really enjoyed diving into the oeuvre of Josephine Tey this year, and in particular I don’t think I’ve read anything quite like her Daughter of Time, a unique take on both the histories and mysteries genres. Her Inspector Grant, laid up in a hospital and bored, takes on an academic investigation of the slander against Richard III, infamous for killing his two nephews—the Princes in the Tower—to remove any rivals to the throne. Despite the fact that Grant is initially driven into this mystery because Richard’s face just "looks" more like a judge’s than a criminal’s (classic Tey ridiculousness), Tey makes a compelling case for his innocence. Grant and his “looker-upper” (researcher) friend take a policeman’s approach to the unresolved mystery, looking at the whereabouts and motivations of the people involved instead of what they say, and keeping an eye out for any breaks in the patterns that suggest foul play. For a book whose main action is two men talking about historical accounts, it’s surprisingly gripping and convincing (although my own knowledge of British history is spottier than a spotted dick pudding!).

"Give me research. After all, the truth of anything at all doesn't lie in someone's account of it. It lies in all the small facts of the time. An advertisement in a paper. The sale of a house. The price of a ring."

8. When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities by Chen Chen is a book that “wants to believe it’s always possible / to love bigger & madder” and a poet whose “job is to trick adults / into knowing they have / hearts.” There's so much unbounded joy in these poems, even when writing of the sadness of having sadness or of the painful rejection by his mom for being gay or by fellow Americans for being Chinese. He writes rooted in a strong sense of self, which means his poems overflow with brightness, humor, and triumph.

Some possibilities:

“I want to be the Anti-Sisyphus, in love / with repetition, in love, in love. Foolish repetition, / wise repetition. I want more hours. I want insomnia, I want / to replace the clock tick with tambourines.”

“I am … an elegy that has felt light, the early morning light falling / on your lovely someone’s / lovable bare feet as he walks across the wood floor to sit by the window”

“Let’s put our briefcases on our heads, in the sudden rain, // & continue meeting as if we’ve just been given our names.”

9. Serendipitously, I read Rivka Galchen’s Everyone Knows Your Mother Is a Witch just after reading Maria Popova’s marvelous storytelling about Johannes Kepler’s defense of his mother’s witch trial in Figuring. It’s a fascinating story in that Kepler felt responsible for fueling the accusations against her due to an allegorical sci-fi story he wrote about moon people holding onto outdated beliefs despite evidence otherwise, and—small detail—the narrator got to the moon thanks to his magical mother. Kepler eventually cleared his mother’s name of charges and spent years annotating his own manuscript so that no one could misunderstand his intentions again.

Rivka’s book is a fictional telling more focused on the accused, Katherine Kepler, and reminded me of the narrative style of Miriam Toews' Woman Talking with a literate third party roped in to make a record and with the reader being told about the events conversationally vs. reading them. Around the same time, I watched the movie The Wonder (which has some tough tw content but was excellently done) which also resonates in theme, about the stories we believe and shape our lives around, and how the efficacy of religion and science is all wrapped up in story.

This was an excellent story based on fascinating history, and Rivka’s writing is both dryly funny (“A hummingbird once rested near my shoulder. It was a very ill omen. For one who isn't a flower.”) and thoughtful (“I had to say what was in my heart, which is knowledge.”).

10. I really enjoyed This Party's Dead, in which British journalist Erica Buist, to cope with her grief at the loss of her father-in-law-to-be, travels to seven death festivals around the world to learn how people in other cultures grieve.

“Whenever anyone suggests the dead are in attendance, gifts and sugar always seems to follow.”

The journey's question broadens from "how do we grapple with the reality of mortality" to the more meaningful exploration of "in what ways do we continue to have a relationship with 'our dead'"? Because we do have one, even if our culture doesn't know what to do with that relationship or provide us with outlets for remembering in community. (There's a lovely line in which someone refers to their ancestors as "my" dead.)

Some of the festivals she visits involve meals in graveyards, others take place when it's time to bury a body--sometimes months or even years after a death, and others involve exhuming bodies so that living family members can rewrap them or visit quite literally with their bones before reburying. As part of a western tradition that sees very little of and so fears dead bodies, Erica asks celebrants how they feel about the corpse of their loved one. She often assumes incorrectly a reason why something is done (perfume over the body not to hide the smell of decay for us but to show the loved one they are still cared for) and observes: “Time and again, I see fear [as a cause for a ritual] where there is only love.”

It's a moving book, written with humor and openness, and I'm very drawn to the rituals of communally remembering our dead. I wish we had something like this beyond a funeral to help us transition from having a living loved one to a dead loved one: a reason to come together often with food and sharing and to invite our dead back home, even if for a little while.

As one festival celebrant tells her, “We think about dead people all the time. We pray for all the ancestors, even the ones we don’t remember; we have a huge celebration for them every six months. They’re not lost.”

(Book buddies: Mexico's beaches and Scotland's train views.)

#endofyearlists #favorite books #2023 reads

[avaliveradio]

'Maybe' by Songwriter Scharliina talks about inner wars and battles

Scharliina - Maybe

Release date: Aug 11, 2022

Genre: Adult Contemporary, Singer Songwriter

Similar artists: Ruth B, Lukas Graham. Sasha Sloan.

Maybe is a powerful, deep and hopeful pop ballad.

Written whilst in therapy recovering from a serious eating disorder. This message becomes very clear in the song, talking about inner wars and battles. But the song represents and carries a lot of hope. That is why we decided on making the song very ethereal. with many choirs, violins and powerful drums. The song has been in the making for almost 2 years, with 3 different producers, all from different countries. Adrian X- from Canada, Swedish Tim Norell - known artistically as: ¨Mydo¨ and Scharliina- The artist herself, from Finland.

¨Maybe¨ is the artists most mainstream song, that captivates audiences with its powerful lyrics, piano, drums and voice.

Using music as a therapy tool. Inspiring others with raw and honest stories. The artist's greatest wish is to help others heal or cope with their own pain through her music and songs.

Scharliina is a 22 year old Artist, Songwriter, Producer, Actress and Model. She has been a part of a pop duo called Lightworkers in Sweden, and appeared in various Tv -series and movies all around Europe.

Now she is a solo artists who writes song abou deep topics like eating disorders, addictions and child abuse. She debuted as a solo artist in 2021 with her debut single “Running” that hit the Swedish Itunes Top charts on its release day, and spent several days on the top 50 pop charts. 

As a writer, singer, producer and performer she uses her intuition to channel her deepest emotions and burdens into art to transform and transmute it to something beautiful. 

Her latest release ¨Little girl¨ carries a heavy, deep and personal story about the artists own childhood experiences with: Bullying, child abuse, sexual assault and much more. The song has its own non profit organization called: ̈Little Girl Project ̈. At: Little girl project the goal is to prevent bullying and child abuse, both mentally, physically and sexually. Here is the website for our non profit organization in collaboration with the single: www.littlegirlproject.com

Little Girl debuted as Number 1 in Finland on its release day May 6:th 2022.

https://open.spotify.com/track/55VkswvSor3TgznUeTfB9p?si=7d9ca9278ace4a92

https://twitter.com/Scharliina

https://www.instagram.com/scharliinaa/

This single will air on AVA Live Radio Songwriters Showcase in September

#Singer-Songwriter

[arowritingprompts]

Character A is a touch repulsed aroace. B is a touch repulsed autistic. The two of them find common grounds in that share experience.

#writing prompt #prompt #aromantic #aroace #touch repulsed #norel

[twelveswood]

Title: Cat Got Your Tongue? Pairing: N’orelle/Estinien Word Count: 2238 [Again, a heads up, this is NSFW y’all. ♥]

A meeting had been called at the Fortemps Manor to discuss what Hraesvelgar had made known to them in regards to how the Dragonsong War truly began. The celebrations of Nidhogg’s slaying had steadily died down and now there was a tension hanging over all of Ishgard, at least for those in the know. Though they traveled separately, N’orelle and Estinien were the first to arrive, welcomed warmly by Haurchefant and ushered inside. It had been about a week since the pair had fallen into bed together, and they had certainly not broached the topic thereafter. But glancing over him, she could not help recall it - initially, it had been a boon, as if yes they had gotten it out of their system but as more time passed the more she felt a burning need to feel him again, to taste him, to feel him throb-- “N’orelle!” Haurchefant’s voice broke the stupor she had fallen into, “I do hope the colder climes of Ishgard are treating you well. We really must get you some more cold appropriate clothing,” he said, giving her a thoughtful once over. “Though, I certainly wouldn’t mind if you chose to warm yourself at my hearth, which you are always welcome to.” He certainly had a way of turning things just slightly suggestive, didn’t he? 

She laughed softly and nodded her head, “Yes, the offer is very kind. I’m doing well enough for now, though - while I hail from the greener part of the Shroud, my family and I visited Coerthas quite regularly.” “A pity we did not meet sooner, then!” “Indeed.” Estinien was pointedly paying absolutely no mind to their conversation, arms crossed over his chest, a vague air of annoyance surrounding him. He knew Haurchefant meant no harm, but did he always have to be like that? Of course… who was he to deny N’orelle pleasant company, he supposed… His gaze shifted over to her, taking her in at length, paying special mind to the easy smile she wore. It suited her. And then he thought of all the times she’d smiled at him like that… and all the other expressions he’d seen her make. Gods now was not the time to be picturing the way her expression contorted as he entered her, the way her lips parted, her brows knit. Without realizing he was now simply staring at her completely zoned out. “Cat got your tongue, Estinien?” He snapped out of it immediately, piercing gaze shifting to Haurchefant with his standard look of irritation. “What?” “I was just remarking, N’orelle would look all the lovelier in House Fortemps colors, don’t you think?” Estinien could not help but feel like Haucherfant was somehow… teasing him with this question and he pursed his lips, dodging his gaze sidewards. “I really could not care less.” But his eyes could not remain off N’orelle for very long, and he chanced to meet her curious glance, holding each others vision for a short but meaningful moment. ’Why did my pulse just skyrocket?’ they both asked themselves mentally. “Well you’re as fun as usual, Estinien,” Haurchefant chuckled, but overall seemed like he was satisfied by that answer. Estinien tore his lingering gaze away from N’orelle and cleared his throat turning on his heel, “Excuse me a moment.” N’orelle raised a brow at him, watching him leave the room, before she looked back at Haurchefant. Color her curious. “You know, actually, I think I might use the restroom before everyone else gets here.” she said with as inconspicuous of a smile as she could muster. “Oh of course, go ahead and head out that door he just left through then, there’s one just down the hall. It shouldn’t be too difficult to find.” “Right, thank you,” she dipped her head in a thankful bow before she excused herself and made for the exit Estinien had just taken. No sooner had she walked through the threshold of the doorway was she accosted by Estinien who hadn’t made it more than a few feet beyond the door. She was only slightly startled, and easily let him pull her along, into the first open room - which happened to be the bathroom, ironically. As soon as the door clicked behind her he was pinning her against it, mouth descending upon hers. A muffled gasp escaped her, though she was not that surprised. She could tell by the way he looked at her what was on his mind, and she was of a similar train of thought. Once was clearly not enough for either of them. If anything it made the pair of them more needy. His hand fumbled with the lock for a brief second before his hands were on her, pulling at laces, haphazardly tugging her pants down her hips. She wiggled as best as she could to be of help shimmying out of them while she busied herself with the same task, only on him. They had to be efficient, lest the others wonder where they’d gone off to. They didn’t even bother ridding him of his pants, just pushed them far enough down that they were out of the way, coupled with his undergarments. One hand found it’s way to his jaw, the other all too eager to wrap around his half-hard cock. A groan caught in his throat, lost against her lips. She broke away, chest all but heaving, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. She urged him back a step before dropping down to her knees. “N’orelle-” he began but was immediately cut off as he sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. “We don’t really have time for all this-” his tone gruff and hurried, though he did not put up much of a fight. His hands quickly found their way to her head, pressing his fingers into her scalp with one while the other absentmindedly fondled one of her ears. “Lemmeh haf muh fuhn-” her voice was absolutely muffled by his dick in her mouth which would have been truly amusing if he wasn’t so distracted by the feel of her tongue rolling over him. His knees nearly buckled as she slowly took in his length, and did a damn fine job for someone not overly experienced in such acts. Drawing back just as slowly, his hips jerked as she paid special mind to the tip, sucking hard, swirling her tongue over him. “N’orelle,” he grunted again, a little more commanding. He was enjoying this, but he had full plans to fuck her, and they could do all of this when they had more time. She pointed her gaze up at him, something akin to a playful glare, before she drew back. “Just prepping~” her voice was sing-song as she stood herself up, licking her lips. Estinien once again demonstrated his upper body strength as he took hold of her at the hips and lifted her off the ground with obvious ease, shifting one arm under her to hold her up, pressing her against the door. Perhaps not the wisest choice for venue, but absolutely none of this was a wise choice to begin with. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight there, but letting her legs hang loosely for the time being. He took himself in hand, guiding himself into her without any further dallying. She yelped a little and he quickly moved to cover her mouth with his now free hand. “As much as I enjoy the sounds you make, you’ll have to be quiet this time.” She nodded a little, though truth be told she wasn’t sure she could make such a promise. His hand dropped back down to her hip, fingers grasping firmly to help keep her steady as he began at a much less forgiving pace than the first time they had done this. She squeaked, biting her lip, trying desperately to stifle herself. She wrapped one leg around him, helping to urge him deeper with every thrust. Her head tilted back against the door, brows furrowed, eyes shut tight, trying frantically to swallow the moans and sighs threatening to escape her. Estinien took her bared throat as an opening, burying his face against her neck, kissing the hot, tender skin haphazardly. It took almost too much effort to keep her from hitting against the door as he sank himself into her with vigor. “Estinien--” she gasped, a whimpering sound trailing after his name, “You’re not… making this easy on me…” Her hands tangled in his hair in desperation, tugging more than she had honestly meant to. He didn’t seem to mind, a growl of a moan catching in his throat. “Then I’ll just… have to make it up to you… won’t I?” There was an obvious struggle in his voice as well to keep from groaning against her skin. “Mmmnn…. Hells, Estinien,” she whined quietly, tilting her chin back down and drawing her hands along his jaw, bringing his mouth to hers, her only hope at muffling the sounds escaping her as she grew closer and closer to the precipice. He obliged her hungrily, the kiss haphazard and messy. He had never felt the need to curse his stamina before but they really needed to hurry up before everyone else arrived and wondered where they were. Her hands had wound their way back into his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp sending a shiver down his spine. N’orelle on the other hand was barely clinging on, wanting to savor it just a little bit longer. The tension was almost painful, at least in her legs, from their position, and soon enough she could bear it no longer. She drew back with a gasp, quick to bury her face into his shoulder where she could muffle the cries that escaped her as her body shuddered in ecstacy. Thankfully it didn’t take much more than that for Estinien to follow her, his legs all but shaking, holding not only himself but her up. He swallowed the moan that threatened to escape him, slowing until he halted entirely, hands trembling where they held onto her as he came down off his climax. Drawing out of her slowly, he let his hold on her loosen until she slipped down onto her feet, where she promptly just about fell over had he not caught her by the waist. “.. m-my legs are asleep,” she commented sheepishly, still obviously breathless. He simply made a straight face and shook his head a little. She could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Well get ‘em moving and get dressed, you head out first.” “Mmmph, okay okay.” she pouted a little, rubbing at her thighs, trying to shake the sleep from her legs. He straightened himself back up quickly enough, stepping back and watching, a bit mesmerized, as she pulled up her panties followed by her pants, and managing to only wobble a little bit as she did so. He damn well didn’t know what he was getting himself into... but by the Fury was he enjoying it. His gaze followed her as she moved past him, deeper into the bathroom, looking into a large, beautifully decorated mirror, fixing her hair a bit. At which point she glanced over her shoulder at him and gestured vaguely at her hair, “You uh, might want to do the same. I got a little carried away…” Estinien pursed his lips before moving over behind her and straightening out his own hair as best as he could without disturbing anything else in the bathroom. “Better,” she nodded with a slight chuckle. “Alright, see you out there.” She moved to walk away but paused, took the couple of steps back to him and pulled him down to kiss him one more time. One brow shot up, but he was happy to oblige her. She released him, making her way to the door and out into the Manor proper. Once she got to where the meeting was being held, it seemed everyone else had finally arrived. All attention turned to her as she entered and she smiled sheepishly. “Got a little lost on my way to the bathroom… sorry. Oh and I saw Estinien skulking about as he’s wont to do… he should be here shortly I think.” They all seemed appeased by this information, but the bright beaming smile on Haucherfant’s face made her almost… uneasy. Like he knew a little too much. Not that it really mattered to her, she didn’t care if everyone knew she was banging the Azure Dragoon, but he was much more of a keep it to yourself kind of person… so she was fine with not shouting it from the rooftops. She took a seat near Dreyll who smiled at her, not a bit of suspicion on her face. Sweet… sweet girl. N’orelle smiled back, though her attention shifted as Estinien joined them a moment later. Everyone else took note but were quick to move on without any fuss. Though Haucherfant still wore that knowing grin, even as the rest of the room shifted into more dour expressions, fitting the matter at hand.

#estinien wyrmblood #estinien x wol #ffxiv #ff14 #nsfw/// #norelle #n'orelle #estielle #ok this will probably be the last naughty one for a lil bit #i have a sort of sad soft one in mind #then an angry one #then maybe make up sex who knows #idk but i can't stop writing them #can't stop won't stop #kristi writes