#but hey im back!

[thedevilsoftruth]

♡-Sacred-♡

Gyomei Himejima x F! Reader

Gyomei comes home to you, his wife, after a very long mission, feeling like he has to make up for not being able to satisfy you while he was gone.

Warning: Sexual content, vaginal fingering, Gyomei calls you angel and is so sweet 😭🙏 not beta read, sorry!

( Also, I don't usually write in this pov. Sorry if it's weird. )

Song recommended - Sacred by Depeche Mode

Minors dni! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

It had been 2 months. 2 months of tears and prayers of wishing each other's safety. And now he had finally been home for the first time in days. For some reason, he had found it hard not to cry. In these past 2 months, he had done nothing but cry and pray that you would be safe without him there to protect you.

There was, of course, lots of sexual frustration between you and yourself during the time he had been gone. You knew what the consequences of marrying a slayer would be. You knew marrying Gyomei meant that there would be nights when his side of the bed would be empty. And he knew that marrying you could mean that you could lose him completely--or even worse, he could lose you. But he was back now. Back after long, sleepless nights without you. Back after a long, frustrating mission.

And now, he had to make up for the lost time. He had to make up for not writing to you, for not being able to take care of you.

For not being able to keep your bed warm...

Tears of frustration were shead. Bodies were caressed, whispers of pure love and apologies were exchanged. And yet, he found that his desire to want to be able to stasify you was stronger than his capability to hold his tongue and swallow his pride. He hadn't been able to truly express his love to you in months, and then, all of a sudden, he's up and gone in the middle of the night and leaves you alone for 2 months? It wasn't fair to you. He knew he was a better lover than that.

And so, he heald you in his arms, and silent tears fell down his pale cheeks as he begged you for your forgiveness. All you could do was cup his face in your hands--the hands that felt like the size of 2 small pebbles in his large, calloused hands--and tell him that you loved him and thank him for his protection. This was a man who loved you beyond a thousand stars. This was a man who would never, no matter all the words in any man-made language, have enough words to express how much he loved and cared about you. To him, you were an angel sent from the heavens just for him. To him, you were the most precious thing in his life. To him, you were sacred.

And so, he would press his lips against yours and gently press your back against the futon you both shared. His hands, though large and rough, would gently stroll down your neck to your chest, his lips working against yours to show you how much he loved you. When he would feel your legs begin to part around his wide waist, he would feel his face begin to heat up and would inquire, though he knew what he was doing and he knew what you wanted to say, " Angel, are you sure? "

His voice, soft like the petals of a flower, deep as an ocean, would speak in your ear--barley above a whisper. You would find yourself putting your hands on his muscular chest, caressing him, working your way down to the buttons of his uniform, leaning your mouth against his ear to whisper words of consent as you unbuttoned his shirt. The moment you would say yes would be the exact moment when he would allow you to strip him of the top of his uniform, and you would allow him to kiss you once more--gently, yet hungrily.

He wanted nothing in that moment but to take you completely, but he knew of the pain that would cause you, and so he swallowed his desires, and he would instead focus his attention on kissing your neck. He would reach underneath you and unbuckle your bra, toss it somewhere, and continue his gentle, soft caresses on your skin. A small moan would scraper from your lips, and he would feel his desire for you growing to an irresistible height.

And so, he would instruct you to sit on his lap with your back against his chest--one of his personal favorite positions--and his hands would grab at anything that they could as his lips danced across the nape of your neck.

" So sweet... "

He would whisper, his breath hot against your skin as his hands would drag down to your soft, plump thighs. He would stroke the inside of your thighs sweetly, his ears being filled with the music of your intoxicating moans. In your ear, he would ask you for your permission once more, and your head would bob up and down egarly, granting him the consent he so desperately needed.

He'd inhale your scent, sliding a thick middle finger down to your center, his touch delicate as he felt through the wetness of everything you had to offer to him. The calloused, rough pad of his middle finger would slide up and down your tiny bud of nerves, inflicting a soft moan out of you. Your head would fall against his bare chest, and he would smile in satisfaction as he added another thick finger to join the journey of giving his angel the love she needed.

Your two soft lips would part as his fingers would move faster against your clit, giving you the exact pleasure that he knew you had been craving for months.

" Is this good, my love? "

His voice was so sweet, so innocent for the things he was doing to you, the ways in which he was making you moan. Your eyes would flutter shut, and your legs would shake against his hand, a sight that would have certainly drove him mad if he was able to see it.

" Yes, yes. So good. "

Your voice was barely a whisper, but acted as a motivation for your husband to go faster--harder. His fingers would rub rough circles around your sensitive clit, his lips finding yours over your shoulder, capturing your soft noises in a heated kiss. He would slide his fingers down your folds, the calloused tips of his fingers prodding at your entrance, asking for permission. You would grant your permission by bucking your hips against his hand, pressing his fingers further into your flesh.

His lips would disconnect from yours, and he would smile at you sweetly, adding his 2 thick fingers into your hot, needy core. A low, satisfied moan would escape your wet, plump lips. You would look up at him from your shoulder and whimper softly as his fingers pumped in and out of you slowly. His free hand would reach up to cup around your breast, his hand large enough to fit around your flesh fully. A gasp would leave your lips, your hips would jerk, and a wave of electrifying sensations would come crashing down on you.

His thumb rolls over your nipple, soft lips whispering sweet nothings to you as he kisses your neck. His lips would trail gentle lines across your shoulder, your legs shaking around his hand, your core clenching around his thick fingers desperately.

" Gyo.... "

Oh, if only he could see the sight before him. If only he could see the way your head rested against his chest, your face tilted towards his even though your eyes were fluttered shut. If only he could see the way your thighs shook at his touch, the way your mouth fell open as you moaned at his touch.

His thick eyebrows would furrow in concentration, and his fingers would redouble their efforts on your soft cunt, curling and pumping into your flesh as you whimpered and moaned at his touch. A chant of his name would leave your lips, the sound of your soft, broken voice sounding like a prayer to him and blessing his ears. His thumb would press against your stimulated clit, and you would whine loudly, bucking your hips against his hand.

" Angel, you're close, aren't you? "

Hearing his voice, feeling his intoxicating touch, all of it was enough to send you flying. And so, your hand would lower down to wrap around his wrists, not asking him to stop but begging him to continue. He would hear you whine and feel you nod against his shoulder, your cunt fluttering against his fingers as if it was just asking for release.

" So sweet. "

Kiss.

" Angel, "

Kiss.

" Come for me. "

He would lay one of his final kisses on your soft, flushed cheek. His thumb would roll around around your clit, and his fingers would finally hit against that special spot inside you that drove you off the edge of ecstasy.

" Gyo... oh, mm. "

All you would be able to do was simply moan and repeat his name. And oh, on the gods above, did he swear that it was the sweetest thing that he could ever hear and feel. The way your sweet cunt would be pulsating and drinking him in, the way his name would leave yours lips. All of it, all of it, was enough to make him a madman.

All it would take for you to finally come down on him was a few more pumps of his fingers, sweet, sensual whispers of encouragement and soft kisses on your shoulder. He would smile against your skin as you would pant, your sweet core dripping the hot liquid of your release down his thick fingers.

" There you go. Does that feel good, my love? "

[slushy-sash]

why is bro in port ormos when he works at the akademiya

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[licollisa]

You asked what's inside his pocket

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Jay vs Cole fight scene better go like this. MAKE ME CRY, NINJAGO!!

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[jascurka]

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I swear to fucking God every Ao3 author lives in fucking Gotham or something

[slutdge]

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[realrosielol]

Maomao returning home after her and Jinshi's street date in EP17

[slushy-sash]

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