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Distraction

Estinien x WOL one shot F/M

18+ up only

“Y/n? Are you awake?” A voice called out from the other side of the warrior of light’s door. She’d been sitting on the bed, having just awoken from a nightmare. Feeling the light crawling around inside her, trying to break free, to take over and consume.

“Yes I am, come in,” she called back. She knew from the depth of the voice, Estinien was on the other side. The door slowly opened and the tall dragoon walked through, closing and locking the door behind him. Her turned to her slowly and stopped for a moment. She nearly caved under the intensity of his gaze.

“Nightmares?” He asked as he started over towards her. She simply nodded and looked down. She put her hand to her head, feeling the dampness there. As she pulled her hand down, she felt his thumb and forefinger lifting her chin so she was looking up at him. Her breath caught for a moment at the concern etched on his face. He kneeled in front of her and placed a cool rag on her forehead.

“You carry a burden no one person should ever carry alone. Don’t be so reluctant to ask for help,” he scolded her lightly as he wiped her face. Y/N couldn’t help but huff out a laugh.

“You’re one to talk, always jumping off alone,” she whispered. He smirked.

“Yes well, perhaps it’s advice for myself as well,” he answered and put the rag on the bedside table.

“Would you like me to help you get your mind off of things,” he offered, his voice dropping an octave. Y/n could feel shivers shoot down her spine, and warmth build in her core. She nodded. It had been too long it felt, since she’d been in his arms. A smile ghosted his lips as he lifted his hand and put it on her neck, tracing her jaw slowly. Goosebumps followed behind. He brought her head closer to his and their lips met. Slow and torturous at first, but passion began to build before he moved back and stood. He removed his cotton shirt, tossing it to the side as he gestured for her to move further back on the bed. She removed her shirt as well, leaving her small clothes and spread her legs. His left knee came down between her legs as his arms caged in her head when she laid back.

“You’re stunning,” he breathed out as his mouth began tracing her jaw and slowly down her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive spot by her collar bone. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan, and felt him smile against her skin. He brought his hands to her hips and began to pull her pants down and off.

“Estinien…” she breathed out as his hands moved up her thighs, making their way to her core. Nimble fingers ghosted over her underwear, teasing her bud beneath the cloth. Wet slick had built up already, no doubt pleasing him she thought. And soon after, he groaned as he felt the wetness underneath.

“Always so ready for me, love,” he grumbled. Y/n sat up a little and removed her bra as he began to pull off her underwear. She lay bear beneath him, his intense gaze drinking her up. She began to put her arm in front of her face when she felt his hand wrap around her wrist.

“No hiding, you’re beautiful and I’ll not have you hide from that,” he spoke slowly. He grabbed up her other wrist with his large hand and held them above her head. His lips met hers again and they danced before she opened up, moaning beneath him. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, exploring every crevice. His free hand moved down her body and gripped her breast, kneading and pinching her bud between his fingers. He released her hands as his other hand went to grab her other breast, his mouth moving down her jaw and neck again.

“Estinien please,” she begged.

“Patience, my little warrior,” he whispered against her skin, his hands moving down her body to her hips as he took the bud of her left breast in his mouth, sucking and licking. The stimulation was too much, she needed him to touch her. He expertly rubbed her sides before moving his hands closer to her core, it wasn’t long before he granted her wish, his dexterous finger moving over her bud and rubbing. She felt lightning shooting up from her core. Oh gods she had missed him. He removed his mouth from her breast with a pop and looked down at her. Her face flushed, and he smiled. He put his thumb to her bud and inserted his index finger inside her. She yelped and her hands reached for him. He moved his finger inside and rubbed her bud before moving back down to kiss her, he inserted another finger and already she felt so full.

“Estinien please, I need you inside me,” she begged again.

“Then you’ll have me,” he groaned and bent back down to take her mouth before standing and removing his trousers. His long and thick cock caused her eyes to widen as always. He pumped himself a few times before bending over her and rubbing the tip against her folds.

“Halone, you feel amazing,” he said to himself, and she couldn’t but moan at the compliment. He slowly began pushing inside her and instinctively her legs went up to wrap around his hips trying to pull him in quicker. He smirked.

“Hungry tonight are we?” He asked mockingly before he pushed in to the hilt. She put her hand to her mouth in time before she screamed out. Gods she felt so full, his length so deep inside. He stilled and put his lips to hers, kissing her slow and deep. She brought her arms around his neck and pulled his body into her. There was no better comfort than feeling his body completely against her while they were joined in this way. The shadows of her mind fluttered away, replaced with nothing but heat and passion. He began to pull out slowly, his cock rubbing the inside of her walls. It was agonizingly incredible. She felt every inch as it rubbed against her, slowly building the pressure. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. He smirked against her mouth as he pulled his head back and began nibbling and biting at her neck, setting a brutal and slow pace. Each time he slammed back in, it felt like he went deeper, hitting every nerve and sensitive spot inside of her. Their moans filled the room and it was now that she was so grateful her room was at the end of the opposite hall from everyone else’s.

“Estinien…I’m…so close,” she moaned out and he picked up his pace. He lifted up, grabbing her hips and slammed in and out of her, there were sure to be bruises on her hips in the morning but she couldn’t care less. He put his left hand over her bud and rubbed as he moved in and out of her and the stimulation reached its breaking point when her walls tightened around him and she saw stars.

“Fuck, yes oh gods Estinien,” she cried out. His pace picked up to a bruising and sloppy pace, indicating he was close as well and before too long he came inside her, filling her up before he dropped his head back to her neck, both of them breathing hard. He rolled over to the side and pulled her with him, her laying against his side and head on his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I should be thanking you,” he laughed a little, but tightened his arm around her, “sleep, we’ll clean up in the morning.” And with that, her eyes closed and the nightmares were no where to be found.

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Soul

I believe I have a soul mostly when I’m experiencing sadness that permeates my entire being. I feel it deep within my bones, throughout whatever it is that makes me who I am. I may not want to exist when it cascades through my being but in some comforting way I’m reminded how much I do exist. How much I feel. Though this comfort presents itself mostly in the self reflection that comes after—its presence begs to be noticed when the sadness has finished its conquest of my being. It lingers and fuels my longing for more. More than this crushing emotion that refuses to break its hold. It fuels my need for peace. Because above all else that my body and soul crave, peace is at the front, it’s permanence seemingly out of reach. The sadness, the longing remind me I’m human and that if I can feel soul absorbing sadness, then peace and passion exist in equal measure. For why else would everything in me long for it to the very core of who I am?

But what does it look like?

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Fanfiction writers, let me tell you something my therapist would say I should say to myself!

I was an English major in college (several years back now) and wrote so much and dreamed of being a real writer and being important and writing things that mattered.

So now today you're worried about being a "real" writer. What the fuck else is needed? Original characters? A physical novel? Who cares? You're writing.

Since I started writing fanfiction recently, I've been writing more than I have in years. And it brings people joy. It brings me joy. It's fun. It's rewarding.

And I bet it is for you too. It matters. You're a real writer.

We're doing it. You're doing it. You're a writer. You're an author. It's too late to protest. It's real. It's already happened.

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January—based on strength yes, but we getting lost and def running back into the cops. But he’d defeat them. Lol unless we are eternally lost forever. 🤣😭 love zoro though ❤️

You’re on a Heist and Your Birth Month is Your Getaway Driver. Are you Escaping?

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