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attzi-gearburst · 2 years

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Facing Nightmares

Word Count: 2500 Summary: Iranji has a normal day at work when he helps explode Caer Darrow. And after posting this, I'll be ready to do a timeskip post, yaaaay!

Iranji trudged through the door of the inn, grimacing in a way that he knew wasn’t going to put anyone at ease. He was as gloomy as the weather outside. But he was sore from carrying bombs and fighting, and he was dirty, and he was well aware that he wasn’t going to get to soak like he wanted to so badly. He should have gone back to Dalaran, or to his ship, but the woman he’d taken under his wing was here, and he knew she’d be worried. Not for any altruistic reasons. He wasn’t that vain. He’d told her before he left that he’d paid for their room and board for the week, just in case something went wrong. Considering what she’d already been through, he didn’t want to risk leaving her stranded. But work had called, and so he had answered.

At least Port and Starboard were alright, he decided as he scaled the steps. They were going to be sleeping outside again, but he knew they’d find a place to take a bath before returning to creep at the room’s window.

He wanted nothing more than to take a bath, to the point that he was heavily considering going and finding a stream. He was covered with a fine film of dust that was itching at his scalp and nostrils, as well as some of his own blood, though the wounds beneath it had already healed over. Hovering outside the door for a moment, he wondered if his entrance was going to cause too much stress. For a few breaths, he stood awkwardly in the hall, then finally brought his hand up to the door and knocked.

“Who is it?” came a soft, familiar voice. “Just me,” he managed. “Good to come in?”

“Of course.” There was a rustling sound, and then a few seconds later the door opened and Tabitha looked up at him. “...Oh Light, are you okay?" Her big eyes were wide, and that constant furrow at her brow deepened the second she started looking him over.

Iranji closed his eyes heavily for a moment, trying not to think about knifing her puppet, about the motion in her stomach that had briefly writhed and gone still. He had been told that this enemy they were facing went for the weaknesses, and for a moment he was overwhelmed by how glad he was that he was thus far an unknown. Except for, apparently… this.

He thumbed at a tusk and then stepped into their room, well aware that he smelled like a tomb. “Yeah. Just work. You eat?”

She nodded a little sheepishly. “The innkeeper is mad at me.”

“Still hungry?” She nodded again, this time with a smile. No shame at all. It made him chuckle. “Can get us both something.” He started to turn right back out the door.

Her hand reached out and caught his bicep. “Let me do it. You relax in the bath tonight.”

He looked down at her hand, and then at her. Some part of his mind that remembered the way she’d come at him with a knife must have shown on his face, because she pulled it away uncertainly, leaving a handprint in the dust on his arm.

"Fine with me taking up the room for a bit?" He forced himself to make eye contact with her. The other Tabitha’s eyes hadn’t been right.

"Yes," she said. “Do you mind what I grab you?”

Iranji shook his head and stepped for his bed, where he started removing his armor. First, the cloak. Then, the pauldron. “Nah. Not picky.”

He was unbuckling his chestipice when he realized she hadn’t replied. He set the armor aside and turned just enough to see her standing and staring at his back. As soon as he saw her, she jolted. “Sorry! Sorry. I’ll be downstairs.”

He stifled a smirk as she fled the room, then finished getting out of his armor, adding to the pile beside his bed. All of it was going to need scrubbed. But first, the most important thing: himself.

The pipes were loud when he turned the water on, and it didn’t get quite as hot as he’d like, but at the end of the day a bath was a bath and water was water. He dunked his head down, kicking his knees up to do it, and made sure that all the surface dust and grime was washed away. Then he drained the tub, wiped it out as usual, and then sat on the edge while it refilled with a much more sensible temperature of water.

This time, when he climbed back in, he just let his limbs get heavy. He sank in up to his neck, kicking his legs over the end of the tub again, and closed his eyes with a little groan.

Part of him had been worried that she wouldn’t be okay. He wasn’t particularly happy with that, but at least it had been easy to get back and verify that she was still right where he’d left her.

…Unless she’d been replaced while he was out.

Iranji grimaced at the thought and then snorted. The last thing she needed was him traumatizing her more out of paranoia. He–

The door to the room opened, and Tabitha shuffled in, holding two plates and a bottle. She looked his way and then immediately averted her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Iranji, but someone downstairs is eating fish and the smell is–” she swallowed hard and shook her head. “And it’s raining.”

He turned his head to the window, and saw that it was. “No worries,” he said, making to rise.

“Stay in the bath. I’ll eat on the bed with my back to you.” She stepped to set his plate on his bed, but before turning for hers she walked for the tub, holding out the bottle and making very determined eye contact. “Cold beer. My husband liked a beer and a bath after a long day of work.”

He took it from her with a nod. “Thanks.” When he had a sip, she smiled, and then seemed to remember herself, because she turned her back and practically scampered over to her bed. He rolled the bottle in his hand, eyeing the dark glass, and then looked over at her again.

“Looked that bad when I came in?”

Tabitha didn’t answer right away, because she was busily eating. “You looked drained. You still do. I know I’d be drinking if I could right now.”

Iranji tipped his head back and downed half of the bottle. His usual response of “seen weirder at work” was completely inappropriate here, considering what she’d been through in Hearthglen. He didn't want to minimize her pain. He let his arm hang over the side of the tub, bottle in hand, and turned his head to stare at her back.

“Usually after jobs, habit is bath, drinks, and heavy sleep.” He left out what he often got up to in between the drinks and heavy sleep. “So thanks.”

There was a pause. Then, in an entirely different tone, she asked, “Are my nightmares keeping you up?”

“It’s fine,” he replied, and then finished off the rest of the bottle, leaning a bit to set it on the floor.

“Which is a yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Used to have nightmares, bad ones. Slept in a room with my whole crew. Kept them all up off and on for years. Just my turn now.” He blinked, realizing just how much he’d said, and then dunked his head under the water again so his hair would be freshly wet for shampooing.

“May I ask what they were about?” She asked when he resurfaced. Her voice sounded uncertain.

“Was on a ship that got hit during the Cataclysm. It went down.” I went down with it, he didn’t add. Went down and came back up different. “Lots of wood snapping, dark, cold water. Screaming."

And then there were the nights that his wife and girls were also there, but just out of reach. He’d struggled to get to them as their faces sank below the water countless times.

“I’m sorry, Iranji. I wish our minds would let us rest when we need it. I don’t think I need to tell you what my nightmares are about.”

“Nah,” he agreed, and then began lathering up his hands to wash his hair. “Anything like mine tho, will get used to it. They’ll fade.”

“I hope so,” she admitted. She nearly turned on the bed, but caught herself. “Am I keeping you from home with all this?”

Yes. “Cap’n knows where I am and why,” he replied, before dunking his head and letting the shampoo rinse out.

“You’re a sailor, then? I suppose that explains why you speak Common.”

He started scrubbing at his shoulders with a soapy washcloth, then his face, then his neck. “Yeah. Always work neutral crews. Money spends the same either side.”

This time she did turn around, setting her cleaned plate aside. Iranji didn't say anything when she made eye contact. “Goblins and trolls were never common in Hearthglen. You might be the third troll I’ve ever had a real conversation with.”

“Lucky you,” he said, voice dry. He knew just how good he was at conversation. Case in point: instead of explaining about the diverse makeup of his crew and just how long he'd been on the water as reasons for him being able to speak her language, he focused on washing his chest and back.

Eventually, Tabitha spoke again. “Why are you helping us? I’m not worried that… I mean I trust you. But…”

Iranji looked back over at her and rolled a shoulder. “Right thing to do.” Her expression suggested this was a subpar answer, so he tried again: “Had a family. Would have wanted someone to do this for them."

"...Oh." Her face and voice turned sad, and Iranji tried not to bristle as he prepared for the inevitable pity. But, something far worse came clear on her face instead: understanding.

He didn't want her to feel like they had something in common. He didn't want to feel like they did, either, and her mention of her husband in the past tense had come dangerously close to making that happen.

The room went quiet, the only sounds of water and cloth on skin as Iranji finished cleaning his legs and lay back with a sigh. The water was getting cold, but in the moment it felt far safer to be in the bath than out in the room.

"Do you want your plate?"

He jolted. Something about eating in the bath was repulsive. "Nah," he said, and then popped the drain with his foot, rising out of the water and reaching for a towel. In the edge of his vision, he could see her quickly turn away again. He kept his back to her out of politeness as he dried, then tucked the towel around his waist and ambled to get clean pants out of his pack. He should have done that first, he realized, before running the bath. As he was stepping into his pants, she spoke up from behind him again. “You had a nightmare last night, I think.”

“Really?” he grunted and buttoned his fly, then moved for the bed to collect dinner. “All clear,” he added. Tabitha turned back around, moving to the closer side of her bed to speak to him as he ate. “You were talking, but I didn’t understand the language.”

“Good,” he said, completely without malice, before digging into his plate. He ate quickly but neatly, an old habit from having to sometimes steal time for meals on the Prize. His companion linked her fingers together and rested them in her lap, in front of her belly. The silence was awkward, because she clearly wanted to say something else, but he had never been good with small talk. So, the room was silent until he finished his food and rose to collect his towel again. His hair needed another round of drying.

“Are you going to put it up again?”

“In the morning,” he said, voice muffled from the towel over his face. Mohawks didn’t play nicely with pillows.

Fuck. Thinking about pillows made him yawn broadly. He looked back to Tabitha and found her braiding her hair the way she tended to do before bed.

He really wished he didn’t know that about her. He collected his plate, and hers, setting them by the door for tomorrow, and then glanced to the room’s window. It was still pouring rain, but he saw both Port and Starboard, clinging to the ledge, fast asleep.

It was about that time. He went to sit on the edge of the bed, and was in the process of swinging his legs up when Tabitha broke the silence again.

“Iranji?”

“Yeah.” He looked up, eyeing her curiously.

“Can I sleep with you? Beside, beside you, I mean,” she added hurriedly, cheeks and neck flushing.

“...Bed’s too small.”

Tabitha’s voice was small, too, but firm when she replied, “I thought maybe if we just pushed them together. Then we’d still have our own covers.”

He rolled a shoulder and studied her for what was probably an uncomfortable length of time, then shook his head again. “Bad idea.” If he let himself take advantage of her in her position, he’d hate himself. (Her position, and her condition.)

“Please,” she said, voice even smaller. “I just want to be near someone who hasn’t tried to kill me recently.”

It felt like being physically punched in the gut, hearing that. Again, he thought of sending his rigging knife into her back, watching her drop in front of him just hours ago. She had been off, but recognizable. Without a word he rose, and began to drag her bed adjacent to his. She got out of the way for him, and he heard her sigh of relief as she shifted past.

“Thank you,” she said as he began to settle in to his side of the bed.

He nodded, then rolled to face the window, putting his back to her and closing his eyes. He could hear the rustling of blankets, and registered when she put out the light. He focused on the sound of the rain at the window and roof, and willed himself to relax.

Iranji had just gotten his back to untense when he heard her shift, and then felt her drape an arm over his waist. He went as rigid as if he’d been struck by lightning, but then her voice came again, quiet and sleepy: “I’m not trying anything. I just don’t want to go back home in my sleep tonight.”

He exhaled deeply. “...Alright.”

Her forehead pressed into his back, against his shoulderblades, but the covers still mostly separated them both. The only thing they couldn’t save him from was a faint thwack against his back, from where her belly was touching him.

Instinctively, he smiled. He'd always loved feeling babies kick. As soon as he noticed that he was smiling, however, all tiredness left him, and he lay on his side for a long time, eyes locked on the window. Based on Tabitha’s breathing, she was out in minutes, but her arm held him away from sleep for a long time despite the best efforts of the rain.

#Iranji #long post

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honey-flustered · 2 years

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YAAAAY I CAN'T WAIIIIT FOR THE NEXT PART OMGG

Im sorry love 😕 i wont be posting tonight. it’s been a lot of work from school i’ve been catching up on. Right now im finally free so im currently doing my best to finish the part so i can deliver great content for yall ❤️

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therewerepotatoeswheniwasab-blog · 7 years

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The Silver Phantom & Toothless 🐲💛

#yaaaay i can finally post it #it didnt even take too long to finish it #only two days #but im really excited to post it because it's the nicest thing i've ever drawn #i'm in love with that mountains #toothless is too bright on the other hand #he looks like he's glowing :P #also i figured out that i can still use paint tool sai if i take a screenshot #httyd #httyd books #silver phantom #toothless #my art

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the-writers-bookshelf · 3 years

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My Fab Friday submission is not a quotation, it's a a self-contradictory happy dance:

Tomorrow, I'm posting the final chapter of my very first fanfic. Not only was I able to finish it, BUT I delivered all my updates on schedule, AND it clocked in at a little over 32k words. 💃

submitted by @ms-moonlight-inn

YAAAAY!!!! Congratulations!!! That's awesome!!!

#asks #fab friday writers #ms-moonlight-inn #submission

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Sabito x F!S/O x Giyuu: Teaching Moment (NSFW Scenario):

NOTE: Hey hey, bbys. This is what I’d teased y’all for during the beginning of the year. And finally, I’m done with it. Lmao. I was supposed to post it tomorrow (the 12th for me, as a little birthday treat from me to you guys) but I’ll most likely be busy... so... 🎂🎉 ✨ I feel so old at 25, yaaaay.

Also, I added in @biznichwrites‘ vaginal fisting request bc these are her men, and this was written because of her in the first place. 😂✨✨✨ Hope you like it, Biz.

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Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Deepthroating, DVP, Creampie, Vaginal Fisting, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, D/s Themes, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Pussy Spanking, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Yaoi (?)

Summary: Wherein Giyuu comes home and has to be taught the art of eating pussy... and more. >:D

“Sabito, please. Giyuu’s going to come back any minute now,” (Y/n) pleaded softly— as quietly as she could— over the lewd noises that her lover elicited from running the tip of his index finger down her wet slit.

Her entire body jerked when he flicked her clit playfully, which had the peach-haired man chuckling to himself. “So? Let him see. It could be a teaching moment.”

As much as the idea made the young woman even wetter, the protest still formed on her tongue— only to be dashed away the moment that Sabito laid down between her legs and shamelessly licked a stripe up her cunt.

“You got even wetter when I mentioned Giyuu. Such a naughty girl, (Y/n). You want him to fuck you? To stick his cock inside and stretch that tight cunt out?”

(Y/n)’s walls clenched at the very imagery of that; Giyuu between her legs, thrusting his cock inside her with all the force he could muster. It was so sinful that she found herself whimpering just imagining it.

“Yes.” Her answer was so quiet that Sabito barely heard it but, when he did, he chuckled against her— which fanned his warm breath across her aching clit. And knowing him, he’d done that on purpose; because nothing about Sabito was done needlessly.

He always had to have a bigger plan up his sleeve, and if that wasn’t attractive as hell, (Y/n) didn’t know what was.

However, instead of feeling his tongue once more, she felt his hand come down upon her cunt. “Yes what?”

The action made the young woman’s body twitch in response, while Sabito placed his hands on either side of her thighs to keep her from closing them.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Instantaneously, a grin lifted the corners of the Hashira’s lips, as pleasure coursed through him at the utterance of that single word.

He decided to reward her then, by leaning down once more and taking her clit into his mouth. His teeth nipped at the small bundle of nerves, while his tongue flicked at it rapidly— enough to make her back arch, as her hands tightly gripped the futon beneath her.

However, the moment (Y/n) felt the tightness in her lower abdomen get even tighter, her lover pulled away and sat upright— as if she weren’t shaking with the need to cum.

“Not yet, baby,” Sabito crooned playfully. He merely sat there between her legs, with his hands on her thighs and his fingers digging into her supple flesh. “I want you to cum all over Giyuu’s mouth first.”

The image of that happening made the young woman whimper. She bit her bottom lip and tried to squeeze her legs together, only to have Sabito narrow his eyes at her.

Chills rose all over her body at his heated stare, since it was a look that spoke of a silent warning. Sabito didn’t like repeating himself, so (Y/n) made the wise decision to behave— lest he actually punished her for disobeying him.

“Sabito? (Y/n)?” Giyuu called out from the hall, all while he made his way to their shared bedroom.

His mission from the night before had gone smoothly, so he was in the mood to celebrate. Maybe with a simple lunch, or maybe with a nap while cuddled up to (Y/n)— he wasn’t entirely sure yet.

But when he opened the shoji that led to their room, his eyes immediately widened in surprise, as he saw (Y/n) laid bare on the futon with an equally naked Sabito sat between her legs.

Giyuu wasn’t inexperienced with sex, since he and Sabito had shared (Y/n) on more than one occasion— but he couldn’t deny the fact that he still had so much to learn, like how to properly eat (Y/n)’s pussy.

He could feel his cock harden between his legs, but he resisted the urge to palm himself over his pants in an effort to not seem overly eager. Still, when (Y/n)’s eyes connected with his, his hands twitched with the need to apply even the tiniest amount of pressure to his cock.

“Come here, Giyuu,” Sabito beckoned with a crook of his index finger.

And immediately, every single cell in Giyuu’s body felt as if they were drawn to the other man by some invisible force. He didn’t even try to resist it, as he knew that resistance was futile.

His feet brought him closer to where both of his lovers laid, and he got down onto his knees— waiting in anticipation for whatever the peach-haired Hashira was going to say.

“I want you to make (Y/n) cum using your mouth. Can you do that?” The last question was a rhetorical one, and everyone in the room knew that; so Giyuu could only nod and take over Sabito’s position between (Y/n)’s legs.

Meanwhile, Sabito assumed his spot right behind (Y/n)— propping her up against his chest, while his feet kept her ankles apart. He didn’t say anything, merely waited with the vestiges of a satisfied smirk as Giyuu got down to glide his tongue up their lover’s slit.

The young woman’s hands flew to hold onto Sabito’s forearms— digging her nails into his skin as his hands moved to cup her breasts and play with her nipples.

“Oh fuck, Giyuu,” (Y/n) mewled wantonly, as her hips bucked up to make his tongue focus on her clit. He wasn’t as good as Sabito was at eating her out, as he often hesitated and second guessed himself, and that was one of those times.

But Sabito was having none of it; he reached his right hand out and palmed the back of Giyuu’s head— before pulling his face flush against (Y/n)’s cunt. “Eat her cunt out like it’s your last fucking meal!”

That had her crying out so loudly that it made the peach-haired man’s cock twitch at her back. Sabito wanted nothing more than to bury his dick so deep into her that it would be hard to tell where she ended and he began, but he had more self control than that; so, instead, he pressed Giyuu’s face further against her to get his mind off of it.

The tongue lapping at (Y/n)’s cunt grew more fervent with the press of Giyuu’s cheeks to her inner thighs; Sabito was merciless as he practically smothered the other man with the pussy he was eating out. Still, neither of the two minded— in fact, they grew even needier at the raw dominance that the Hashira was exhibiting.

“Fuck, please, Giyuu- Daddy! I’m so close,” (Y/n) cried out as she dug her nails into the latter’s arms, all while her hips tried to buck up into the former’s mouth.

Her clit bumped against the tip of his tongue and the tip of his nose every so often, that it was enough to have her legs quivering as they had been earlier. And when she thought that things couldn’t get better, Giyuu actually buckled down and slipped his tongue inside her sopping hole.

He thrusted his tongue in and out of her, before moving out and up to pay more attention to her clit.

“Suck it in your mouth and bite down on it until you feel her tense up, then flick it with your tongue,” Sabito pointed out, while Giyuu obeyed his every word perfectly; rendering (Y/n) into more of a mess than she had been earlier.

She tried to reach down to run her fingers through Giyuu’s hair, only to have Sabito catch her hands by the wrists. He then held them tight against her chest, preventing her from making any other movement as her entire body shook with her impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for us,” The Hashira crooned into her ear, before clamping his teeth down on the shell of it and sucking it into his mouth.

With that, her orgasm coursed through her entire body— making her cry out broken and shaky moans, as Giyuu continued sucking at her clit.

“That’s Daddy’s good little slut. Do you want mine and Giyuu’s cocks now?”

(Y/n) could only nod, as her eyes drooped with fatigue. Her breaths also came in short, ragged pants— a sign that her orgasm had been a really big one, meaning that she was more than sensitive at that moment.

It was perfect for what Sabito had in mind.

“Giyuu, hurry up and strip.” The other man didn’t need to be told twice, and he made quick work of his uniform. His hands were unsteady at best, yet he forced them to comply with his brain, because he was so hard in his pants that he was ready to blow at any minute.

Slowly, Sabito leaned back until he was laying flat against the futon, before he slid (Y/n) up enough to let his cock spring up against her pussy.

As he had always done before, Giyuu took Sabito’s erection in his hand and licked him from his balls up to the tip— where a tiny bead of precum gathered at the slit.

He then took the other man’s length in his mouth, sinking down on it before swirling his tongue around the head of Sabito’s cock; while the latter grunted quietly before thrusting upwards to sink his dick further into Giyuu’s mouth.

The action made tears spring up in Giyuu’s eyes, but he pushed past the uncomfortable feeling of gagging, before taking Sabito all the way to the hilt.

“That’s good, Giyuu. Fuck,” He groaned out, before adding, “But I want to cum inside (Y/n).”

Giyuu wanted that too, so he pulled Sabito’s dick from his mouth, before positioning the head at (Y/n)’s entrance. “I want to cum inside (Y/n) too.”

“Yes, please, I want both of your cocks inside me. Please, Daddy... please, Giyuu—” (Y/n) couldn’t even finish her sentence, as Sabito thrusted upwards and buried his cock all the way to the hilt. Her walls were tight, but welcomed him easily enough— and parted even more when Giyuu took his own cock in hand and pushed the head of his erection inside her.

Both men filled her so well that all she could do was throw her head back, while her hands sought out to touch her own breasts. Her fingers pinched her nipples playfully, and tugged at them every once in a while to add to the pleasurable sensation that pooled at the pit of her stomach.

But that didn’t even hold a candle to the euphoria that coursed through her when both Sabito and Giyuu started thrusting into her.

They took turns at first— with just one cock at a time rubbing against her womb— until they fell into a good rhythm and ended up moving against her at the same time. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling of two cock heads stimulating her walls; every drag of them within her sent her mewling and clinging even tighter to her breasts.

Giyuu’s hands settled on her thighs at first, gripping her tight enough for his fingers to leave red spots along her skin, but not enough to bruise.

While, from beneath her, Sabito unwrapped one arm from her middle and cupped her cunt; before pinching her clit between his index and middle finger, and rubbing it frantically.

She was so heady with pleasure that she could only scream and beg Sabito and Giyuu for more. And as her legs shook with the onslaught of another orgasm, Giyuu began to pound even more frantically against her as he felt his own peak draw closer.

“I’m cumming,” The raven-haired man cried out, before burying himself balls deep inside (Y/n) and spraying his seed all over her walls as well as Sabito’s cock.

And while Sabito found that hot as fuck, he couldn’t help but be a bit miffed that Giyuu didn’t last longer than usual. So, to punish him, he began to rapidly thrust up into (Y/n)— purposely rubbing the heads of their cocks together to take advantage of his sensitivity.

“Don’t take your cock out until I’m fucking done, Giyuu,” Sabito warned through slightly uneven breaths. He picked up the pace even more— tightening his hold around (Y/n) as he practically bounced her up and down his cock.

“Y-yes, Sabito,” Giyuu whimpered, screwing his eyes shut and muffling his moans by biting down on his bottom lip. The feel of Sabito’s cock rubbing against his, while (Y/n)’s walls pulsed around both their cocks was too much— yet he felt that he could never have enough.

His erection was starting to soften a little, yet he kept it inside their lover— because he didn’t want to disobey Sabito’s orders. He liked getting punished by the man himself, but he wasn’t in the mood for it at that moment; he just wanted to cuddle up with (Y/n) while she nestled his cock in her pussy.

“Ah, fuck, (Y/n). Get fucking pregnant from our cum,” The peach-haired Hashira cried out, while his hips jerked up to bury himself as deep as he could go inside his and Giyuu’s lover. And with that, his cum shot out of him in thick ropes and covered Giyuu’s cock as well as (Y/n)’s walls.

His fingers then worked frantically at her clit— rubbing and pinching the small bundle of nerves— until she clamped down on their cocks and released the most sinful moan he’d ever had the pleasure of hearing. Her thighs quivered violently, while her whole body tensed as her orgasm coursed through her.

And, had Sabito seen the way that her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, he would have been as entranced as Giyuu was.

Immediately afterwards, though, Sabito pulled (Y/n) off of their cocks before handing her over to Giyuu.

The raven-haired male cradled her in his arms, much like how Sabito had held her earlier while he had been eating her out. However, Giyuu began to pepper (Y/n)’s clammy skin with light kisses, as both of them tried to get their breathing under control.

From her shoulders, up the side of her neck, and to her right temple, almost no inch of skin was left untouched by Giyuu’s lips— while he observed the way that Sabito rubbed their cum and their lover’s juices off of his dick on onto his right hand.

The peach-haired Hashira knelt down between (Y/n)’s legs at that, then smirked up at her. “Since you’ve been a good girl, daddy’s going to reward you, baby. But there’s a catch...”

“Anything, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you,” (Y/n) whispered, almost desperate to find out what Sabito meant to do even though— judging by the way he was already inserting his fingers inside her— she already had a feeling of what he wanted to do to her.

They’d done fisting before, so it was nothing new for the two of them, but they’d never done it after sex— so that was the novelty in doing it at that moment.

“Good girl,” He praised with a grin, before slipping all his other fingers inside her abused hole.

Slowly, he sank his hand inside her— all the way to the knuckles— and she couldn’t help but whimper at how full she already felt.

“The catch is you have to keep mine and Giyuu’s cum inside you.”

(Y/n) was close to delirious with pleasure, but she found herself nodding before leaning her head back against Giyuu’s shoulder. “Yes, Daddy. Please fist me.”

“If anything spills, I’m going to have to punish you,” Sabito warned gently, as he continued pushing his hand up her cunt. His thumb had barely entered her, when her pussy practically swallowed the rest of his hand— all the way to his wrist.

She had become so wet with her own juices— as well as their cum— to have made it easier for Sabito to fist her. However, she could feel their cum slowly slipping out of her, so she tightened her walls around Sabito’s fist— only to have her eyes roll back in pleasure when he began to slowly rotate his hand by the wrist.

(Y/n) felt so blissed out that her consciousness was slowly fading away, but she held tight to it because it just felt so damn good.

However, when the tip of Sabito’s middle finger brushed up against her cervix, she moaned so loudly that it clued him in to another one of her erogenous zones.

So, while Giyuu comforted her by pressing kisses to her skin and occasionally leaving love bites, Sabito kept rubbing at the mouth of her cervix— which brought her so much pleasure that she couldn’t help but let her tongue loll out the corner of her mouth, while her eyes rolled up to the back of her head.

“Such a good slut for us, isn’t she Giyuu?” And if she thought that they were already done, she was sorely wrong— because they were only getting started.

#sabito x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyū #tomioka giyuu x reader #tomioka giyuu #kny sabito #demon slayer sabito #kimetsu no yaiba tomioka #sabito #sabigiyuu #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #jen writes

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tedearaminta · 4 years

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Yaaaay!! After days of drawing I finally finished this!! ✨✨

It's the first time I do a complex background and I'm proud of the result!

Tumblr please show this post in the tags

Night version🌙

#twisted wonderland #twst #myart #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #lemon tea

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amazinglydumb · 3 years

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So i totally forgot that i did my first cosplay last week, here you have the few pics i had taken and some context behind this absolute clusterfuck of a Costume.

First we need context, picture me, someone who knows jack shit about doing cosplay wanting to do something for Halloween 2019, so i decided to do a No Face cosplay from Spirited Away, since y’know, it looked simple enough, a mask, gloves and a lot of black cloth, but oh boy i never thought i’d only get to wear it 2 years later.

yea that looks simple enough

So i started this for that halloween and i made the mask first since it seemed to be the biggest piece and most time consuming, here’s a pic of me doing it with my hand for scale

basically took a giant styrofoam sheet, cut it to shape and then covered it in drywall paste since i though’t it’d be a nice texture

i then proceeded to haphazardly mangle an old jockey hat, fuse it into the back of the mask and use it to prop it up for a test, also made the mouth hole since i needed that to see

With that done i did nothing else for the next 2 years since i had no event to use it for and y’know, Covid-19 and shit, but hey it was progress!

here’s me believing i would finish it by next halloween.

Of course that didn’t happen, as soon as 2020 started it also brought Covid-19 with it to my country, so yeah that year was gone.....

THEN 2 weeks ago a friend told me she wanted help with a stand on a geek/anime fair so i decided to finish it, since all i needed was cloth.

now begins my process of trying to finish it in less than a week for that event.

I got a cheap plastic basket and some wooden model sticks to make a dome to place the cloth over and just mashed everything together into the inside of the mask with aluminum wire untill it looked rigid enough.

looks fantastic doesn’t it? also i had to sow a metal wire ring inside the hat for better stability, also added a piece of thin cloth to the mouth so you couldn’t see my eyes.

Oh also THERE’S A METAL PLATE INSIDE THE HAT, that was bc it wouldnt stay aligned with the mask so i placed that plate inside the hat and used aluminum wire to hold it against the mask, it works! but it also leaves a nasty mark on your forhead if you don’t put some padding on it!. With that done and some insane ammount of cloth that wasn’t enough since i didn’t buy enough (i literally scrapped this shit together NGL) it was ready to be made into a Cosplay! but i have no sewing skills?!?! so being the crazy bitch that i am what did i use??

YOU GUESSED IT. MORE ALUMINUM WIRE

i’m being serious, i literally wired the cloth to the edges of the mask with a bunch of aluminum wire and pretty much everything else too.

then i just got some black fancy gown gloves, slapped everything together and VOILA

Picture courtesy of my sister who helped me placing the cloth the right way.

No Face Gang represent

Hey there sexy!

I seriously debated over using stockings and heels inside the costume to do the thing but i didn’t have time, this picture was taken literally the day prior to the event and i still hadn’t done the final touches.

i then added some more light cloth on top to give it more dimension and finished it at 4 AM, ready to get up at 7 AM to go to the event with my friend.....

yaaaay......

but you know what? totally worth it.

And here we have the final version! being photographed by my dear friend whom i came to join selling wares on her store! (yes i did help her selling stuff and i even sold some earrings as No Face, it was quite the sale i tell you!)

Had i known so many people wanted pictures with me i would have asked them to tag me! i remember counting at the very least 40 different people asking for a picture with No Face, and while it felt a little embarrasing since i’d never done this before it was also such a nice feeling to make so many people happy and giddy with my work!.

But alas i stuck to my character and never once spoke while being No Face, only did gestures and bows when people asked me for a picture, they also enjoyed that, a silent and shy No Face.

I did however come across one lady who tagged the event on her IG post and i was able to find this! it made me so happy to know someone thought of this to be cool enough to share on their page! i of course censored it since it was in her IG account and i just stole it for this post.

AND LOOK

Someone even gave me a bottle of water!

It was honestly such a lovely experience, one i look foward to having again Bc you bet i’ll be wearing this again for future events. And believe me i’ll keep working on this cosplay to make it better for future events and maybe even do more characters! who knows, i certainly dont!

But i do know one thing, i now know why people love to do cosplay, and i love seeing the work that goes beind some awesome Cosplay i’ve seen over the years.

I also encourage others to do so if they’ve never done it before, i mean, look at what i managed with basically a bunch of random items and a sudden burst of energy and dedication! Cosplay is fun, i learned that last week, and you should too!

#cosplay #spirited away #no face #chihiro ogino #chihiro #love cosplay #artsandcrafts #anime #studio ghibli #hayao miyazaki #costume

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pebblysand · 3 years

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[may '21] - the life update no one asked for (and some quick links)

Hello team! How are you? What a month it has been! But: we have had some proper sun, the days are getting longer, I have gin&tonic with me to give me fuel to write this and it is now the 30th of april - yay! I know I'm bending the rules of these monthly posts a bit there, by writing the may post by anticipation but I really want to focus on 'proper' writing this weekend, so I hope that you will forgive me :).

But, first, some quick links to different blog pages you might not see on mobile :

to read my fics [links to the hinny ficfest fics: one ; two ; three]

to read my original work

fic recs [new additions]

proper blog/site [that I never update but maybe one day I’ll bother]

[NOTE: i am currently accepting prompts for short ficlets on the hp fandom if you fancy. my ask box is open :).]

Everything else, under the cut (contains: ETAs for current WIPs - say, if you’re waiting for chapter 8 of castles, for instance... -, reading lists, and life update)

Currently, I’m writing:

**Castles [HP - post-war canon]**

links extended a/n-s: chapter v ; chapter vi

This is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT the priority for the coming days. We are having a bank holiday here in Ireland on Monday and the main objective now is to get the first draft of next chapter done. I have the outlines (both general and particular) and have - maybe - around 15% of the actual chapter done. Due to external factors (more on that below), I've had quite a hard time finding the time and energy to actually focus on this over the past few weeks which is why I kind of booked out this weekend to Get Shit Done. Hopefully, it works. ETA for next chapter: 30th May.

**R O A R series**

Harry&Hermione one-shot [ETA: July probably]

An original horror/thriller story [ETA: this is the next thing (after castles chap 8 on the agenda. Considering the ETA for chapter 8 of castles, we're probably looking at beginning of June for this.]

Something to fill this silk prompt [ETA: TBD]

That Peaky Blinders fic I started and never finished [ETA: TBD]

** Hinny Ficfest **

I am very happy to announce that I'll have not one but two short stories coming out for the upcoming hinny ficfest. I obviously can't talk about them too much on here but here's what I can tell you.

- the first one will be called: [like fire in the rain] and answers to prompt 78 - "truth or dare". It's a short three sentence story (a format I used to enjoy but haven't done on tumblr in aaaaages) that's a bit angsty (you know me) and is set within the 'sunlit days' in year 6.

- the second one, I'm not too sure of the title yet, but right now I'm thinking of a line from a song by passenger called 'holes': [she said the wolf's just a puppy and the door's double-locked (so what'd you gotta worry me for?)]. this is (loosely) inspired by prompt 27 (Molly finding out about Ginny/Harry) the summer after the war, but has kind of grown into a what-if-castles-wasn't-my-headcanon kind of fic. It's currently just shy of 3,000 words. I'm considering posting it on AO3/FF as well by the time it comes out on here but I'm not sure. We'll see.

They're both fully written but need a bit of polish but will definitely be ready by the 10th :).

Currently, I’m reading:

Calypso by David Sedaris: I've finished this! It was absolutely lovely - would highly recommend if you're looking for a nice, non-fiction read. I'd probably give it four stars. Not magnificent but definitely worth a read.

I’ve started re-reading the Divergent series because I have the attention span of a five year old atm. -- Update: yeah, still there. I don't think I've picked this up recently.

I've also started Watch Her Fall by Erin Kelly. I really loved her thriller He Said/She Said so thought I'd give it a try. For now, it's fine but I've found it sort of hard to get into it if I'm honest.

I’m still labouring through Troubled Blood, the JKR/RobertGalbraith book (ugh), but I have made significant progress on this. I'm on page 789 so almost at the end. I cannot wait to be finished with it. On top of everything else, it's just way too long. And, that's coming from someone whose favourite HP book is OOTP.

In other news:

I have to say, this month's been a bit of a struggle. Not in terms of mental health but just a lot of things happening at once. I had my exams at the start of the month, obviously, then I went home to France. Then, Ireland decided to introduce mandatory hotel quarantine so I had to change my tickets, come back early to avoid it. Then, the day before I left, my mother had a stroke. I just - I don't want to dwell on this too much. It's over, now, she's fine, has (from what the MRI showed) very little damage to her brain. She's at home and living her best life. Frankly, she's a bit of a miracle. This being said, I can't explain to you the stress and anxiety and heartache of last few weeks, and of not knowing what to do. Of not being able to fly home, having to be in Ireland because I was starting a new job and couldn't afford the hotel quarantine; it was just a lot. I think I didn't even have words to put on it at the time, which is why I didn't write about it before. It's easier now, now that it's over. In the thick of it, I didn't know where to start.

Now, I also didn't want to mention this because I don't mean it as a sob story. I just feel like I should explain why I haven't been the best at putting content out, lately. For that first week after it happened, when we were waiting for the medical exams to come through, I had to start a new job, pretend to be 'happy to be here' and 'excited' like everything was fine and that alone kind of sucked all the energy out of me. I was texting her every half hour at the same time, anxiously waiting for a reply. She lives alone, you see, and she's the only family I have left. I feel bad about not being able to write, but it's been hard. I just couldn't focus. On top of that, while the new job is interesting (and it pays money, yaaaay!), it's just a new routine to get back into, so I've also been feeling very tired.

Additionally, the extrovert in me has been begging to see more of her mates, lately. The weather has been really nice and I'm so eager to go out that I have struggled to keep my resolutions of 'no, I'm staying in and writing tonight.' I used to get plenty of social interactions at work, back in the day, but now that I'm fully remote, all I want to do on my days off is see people (especially with the easing of restrictions in Ireland). I feel like overall, it's fair, though. Introverts have struggled in our society for years, now, it's fair that we, extroverts, during the pandemic, bear more of the burden. It's just that this sudden return of my social life has also not truly catered to much writing time, haha. Hopefully, May will be more stable.

I am feeling better, now. Mum is doing good, the results of her MRI were very positive and the only real thing that's changed is that she says she's 'exhausted' which I guess can be expected after a stroke, haha. She's a warrior and I love her. This week, I've been feeling finally more able to focus and with the bank holiday, I really hope to get some proper writing done. I just need to escape in the magic of HP again, haha.

Anyways, sorry for this rather grim update. I suppose I also want to be honest and say that it's not always rainbows and butterflies. Here's to May, though. Hopefully, it'll treat us better :).

#writing #life update

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