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theemporium · 1 year

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Hi, I just read your Remus fic and omg, oh my actual god, I loved it, you’re so talented. Could you by any chance do another slightly subby Remus fic again, I’m just in love with Remus being all nervous around the person he likes and you write it so well. Could it be smutty please x

thank you, darling!!!🖤okay this is more like established relationship but sub!remus is slowly becoming my obsession🤠

You knew the days following the full moon were rough for your boyfriend.

You knew it long before you were ever together, on the days you would patiently await to see him at breakfast. The days where he would saunter into the Great Hall, head down and shuffling as he slumped into his seat and ate whatever James or Sirius shoved onto his plate. The days where he wouldn’t talk as much in class, content to just listen rather than scribbling down notes like he usually did. The days where he would disappear for bed before nine because he needed the rest.

The full moons drained him, both mentally and physically and even emotionally. The Remus you knew—the one with dry, witty remarks and a charm that seemed to get him out of trouble more times than either James or Sirius could compute—was barely a shell of himself on the days after a full moon.

He was also clingier, needier than he usually was. And maybe you liked that he needed you more on those days, and maybe that made you a bad girlfriend. But you liked those days you were able to comfort him, to make him feel the same way he makes you feel the other thirty odd days in the moon cycle.

“Remus,” you murmured with a soft sigh, smiling a little at the way the boy nuzzled himself against the crook of your neck.

“Sorry,” he whispered, words slightly muffled and the skin on his cheeks tinted pink when you laughed softly. “You just…smell nice, s’all.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you mused, fingers combing through his sandy brown hair and scratching his scalp in a way that almost had him purring under your touch.

“Fuck,” he whined softly, shuffling a little. You were both curled up on an armchair in the common room, tucked away in the corner with you on his lap and a book you were both previously reading abandoned on the blanket laying over you both.

Your lips pressed together when you felt his arms tighten around you, a huffed noise of frustration leaving his lips as he continued to wiggle in his seat underneath you.

“Remus,” you repeated, trying to catch the boy’s attention.

“Just need you,” he muttered, turning his head so his cheek was resting on your shoulder and you could catch the look on his face. He looked tired as he always did on the days following a full moon, but you could see the hints of something else in those brown eyes. Exhaustion and desire and exasperation.

“There’s people around us,” you reminded him. Though the common room was not bustling by any means, groups of people dotted around the room but nobody sitting close enough around you to hear your conversation.

“I-I know,” Remus’ cheeks burned red, a small hint of desperation in his voice as he squeezed your hips. “I just…it’s fine, it’s nothing. Just keep reading, love.”

Your head tilted, your lips twitching upwards in amusement. “Do you want me, Remus? Do you want me to help?”

His breath hitched a little before he nodded.

“Words, darling.”

“Please,” he choked out, stuttering over the word when you just smiled at him.

“That’s my boy,” you murmured as you ducked your head down, pressing your lips against his and smiling at the way he sighed happily into the kiss.

You shuffled a little under the blanket, whispering for him to stay quiet as your hand slipped under the waistband of his trousers and cupped him through the fabric of his boxers. Remus hissed under his breath, his head falling back against the back of the armchair as you slowly stroked him through the material.

“More,” he let out a quiet whimper. “Please.”

“Patience,” you murmured in response. “Gotta stay quiet f’me, yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, nodding as his hooded gaze stayed locked on your face. He didn’t care about the other people in the common room, just you.

You watched the expression on his face as you pulled his cock out of his trousers, hand stroking him at a pace that was making his lips part in a silent moan. You watched the way he bit down on his lower lip, cheeks flushed and chest panting as you continued to stroke him under the blanket.

“Need to be inside you,” he choked out between moans, his hands tightening around your waist and you took pity on the boy.

You didn’t tear your eyes away from the boy as you tucked the fabric of your skirt into the waistband, panties pushed to the side before you slowly sunk down on his cock. You wanted the way he let out a heavy sigh, breathing out through his nose and his hips bucking in response.

“My pretty boy,” you whispered, clenching around his cock when he let out a slightly pathetic whimper.

“Fuck,” he hissed as you leaned back against his chest, his face nuzzled into your shoulder as you sat on his lap.

“A shame there’s so many people here,” you murmured as you reached for your book, biting back the smirk growing on your face. “Could’ve fucked my handsome boy like he wants me to.”

“Darling,” he whined, his voice a little breathy as he did.

“Shh, Remus, ‘m reading,” you murmured in response. “Just sit there and keep looking pretty f’me, yeah? Just relax.”

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scruus · 10 months

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★̶̲ [ 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ]

✎ sub al haitham + dom amab gn reader notes: praise, a bit of dirty talk, reader is called ‘mama’, masturbation, dildo riding; this could have been better but i guess my nsfw button was a bit tired.

Al haitham was always a good boy. An obedient pup who never ever dares to break your rules. It made him so lovable and so pure. The dedication, discipline and love he had for you made him the world’s best boy.

And he swelled in that praise with pride.

So here he is now, softly stroking his hard cock for you all the while bouncing up and down on his favourite dildo. The blush crawling up to his neck and cheeks since its such an embarrassing act, but he did love putting on a show for you.

He flutters his lashes up and looks at you, lips parted. Your eyes remain fixed on his face, noting every small change in his expression while arousal pools in your stomach. And he knows it.

You take in the view. Unravelling every inch of his body. Every little tremble, every small throb, and every hushed moan from his lovely lips. It was sickeningly sweet.

Your lover on the floor, getting his sweet hole stretched out by a thick dildo (smaller than yours though) and his own hard dick throbbing in his hands while he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. It was such a lewd sight and you were gulping it down.

His other hand moves up and down his body, sliding through his abs and chest, brushing his nipples as he breathes a shaky moan. You grin, he is trying to replicate the way you touch him. The way you kiss and caress his body like he is a fragile glass piece.

“Mama a-am i doing well?”, he whines, his glazed eyes staring at you. He wants to hear your voice.

Just say anything.

Even a hum. He just needs to get your approval so bad.

“Yes…my baby is doing perfect”, you hiss, trying to suppress the heat in your pants as you place your one leg over the other. Your chin resting in your palm.

He whines in response, nodding slowly. I am being good, he smiles to himself. His chest heaves up and down and his throat swallows dryly. His chest feels tingly.

“Does it feel good haitham? Getting fucked while i watch you”, you hum, lips twisting in a curve. His eyes widen before biting his bottom lip and mumbling a tiny yesss~. Jolts of sparkle going up and down his body.

“Louder baby”, you command and his body jerks. Hands shivering around his shaft while more fluids spill out. “Yes oh god!”, a needy groan from him and your eyes twinkle.

You have such strong control over him, it’s astonishing. His body responds to each one of your orders, as if you own him inside out. And it feels so fucking good. This high of being your one and only. Your good baby boy. Your beautiful slut. His mind and body, all owned by you.

“Baby, do you wish that cock was me?”, you whisper softly. It was clear that the erotic sight of your lover pleasing himself in front of you was making you feel something different. It was the way your voice was in a lower and more sultry tone than usual. It was the kind of good that made you wanna ravish him till he would remember nothing but your name.

Haitham tilts his head back as he moans in response to your words. More drops of pearly precum spilling out of his pink head. His hole tightening around the silicone dick and his movements pick up pace.

“Tell me….you want my dick in you baby?”, haitham’s raspy whines increase in pitch as he bobs his head up and down, uttering curses and chains of ‘yesyesyesyesyes’.

The memory of your cock stretching his hole out runs past his brain. The way his insides would flutter when you bounced him up and down on your huge dick and then fill him up to the brim like a filthy cumslut. It felt so fucking good.

“You want mama’s fat cock inside your ass?”

haitham’s purrs your name, nodding and riding the dildo with a fervour, thinking its you but he knows it doesn’t feel that way. The way you just pop inside him like a missing piece, it was so pleasing. It was an instinct now.

But this dildo is sad and pathetic. It doesn’t feel full. It doesn’t feel addictive. It doesn’t feel you!

He just cant help it, you are inches away from him yet he cant ride that fucking thick dick of yours like some good whore because you haven’t allowed him. And so, he just chokes a sob and nods to your questions.

His aching cock was spilling like anything with the way it was a raging red and twitching in his calloused hands. Ridges covering all around as his rough palm slides over them, pacing up and down. “You wanna cum love?”, you asked, mockingly.

“please please please!”, his previously hushed mumbles are now loud and broken. Tears streaming down his face which he failed to hold back, his breathing picking up, so hungry and so needy for a release.

You inch forward, your face leaning down to his, just enough to feel your breathe on his face but deliberately far so that you won’t lay your lips anywhere. His hooded eyes stare at you, waiting and being patient. Brows furrowed and pink lips covered in drool.

“then cum”, you whisper.

His other hand claws at your shirt as he shrieks out a loud, drawn out moan. Eyes squeezing shut and hips rutting faster trying to chase the release from both sides. And he is trembling like a leaf. Spurts of cum staining his beautiful olive body and your shoes.

His ragged breaths and whiny groans make you smile as you press a kiss on his wet lips, which were bruised because of the way he was biting them before. He looks up at you, doe eyed, and then lowers his gaze down to your crotch.

Gulping on noticing the very visible bulge. You laugh, “now its my time to feel good”, as you plopped him off the dildo and placed him on your lap, ignoring the sudden whimper that escaped his mouth upon feeling the emptiness in his hole.

But he doesn’t have to worry. Something much better is going to be buried inside his wet hole now.

#.rizzler #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #sub al haitham #dom reader #al haitham smut #al haitam x reader #dom top reader #.al haitham

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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desperately need jayj bending my knees towards my chest n drilling down into me with the intent of overstimming me into a goopy puddle in his bed. noddin and shooting off all the faux sympathy + praise when i can't handle anymore - 🍓

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no because look at him. he’s just walking around looking like this all day and you’re practically pleading for it, pawing at him in public just begging him to take you home. at first he thinks something’s wrong with you, like you’re all glassy eyed and zoned out and clingy and he’s worried — but as soon as he starts driving you home, you’re touching on him, kissing at his jaw and whispering all breathy in his ear telling him how bad you need him and he’s just like oh, right.

and i know he’s got crazy stamina, your lower body lifted onto his lap as you lay on your back watching him fuck you just like that, hands clasped under your waist so he can have a good grip on pounding into you.

“so like, you want me to tire you out, right?” he starts off fairly slow, grinding his cock through your walls making you go brain dead, mewling and grabbing at his thick biceps.

“mhm.” is all you can manage.

“yeah, i’mma need you to use those words babydoll. c’mon, know you got plenty of those in the chamber. tell me you want it. can give it to you reaaaal good, you know i can.” he gives his hips a few demonstrative thrusts, bobbing you up and down with the strength of them making you gasp out whispers. “i know, baby, iiii know. just gotta let me hear it.”

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#🍓 anon #jj maybank prompt

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bluemoonwolf17 · 5 months

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Holy Shit!? This got more attention than I thought it would. Lucifer Damn!! Anyway, as promised! Here is the second part of this shit show Part 1

Okay, Again, listen. At this point, I just like the idea that Danny knew the Bat kids before everythin' happened, okay?!

And cannon? Who's she? I don't know her.

Also!!! A little warin' at one point, it gets a little gory.

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While Danny and Alfred were catchin' up, plottin' is where a 12-year-old Dick Grayson came down the stairs to see if Bruce was back from his meetin' that ran too late for the kids likin'.

When the kid saw a giant man who looked like Bruce near his Dad Bruce, he might have blurted the first thin' that came to his tired mind, "Do I have another Dad that's a giant, or am I that tired?" Bruce groaned Alfred, hid a smile behind his hand, and Danny, full-on cackled.

Danny, after laughin', froze then whipped his head towards Bruce so fast that his neck cracked. Bruce flinched away from his Pa because of the look he got or the sound no one knew.

Danny stared at Bruce with a look that could freeze a man. Bruce gulped and sent a silent prayer to any Ancients that'll listen while he looked between Danny and Dick. He settled for Dick.

"Ah, no, chum, this is your grandfather, Daniel Nightingale-Wayne Pa. This is your Grandson Richard Grayson, although he prefers Dick," Bruce said to Dick, then turned to Danny at the last part.

It was quiet until Danny spoke up, "Bruce Thomas Nightingale-Wayne! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Every Bein' in the room flinched (Yes, even Alfred). Bruce nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

Dick spoke up next. "Wait! I have another Grandpa!?" Danny sighed and looked at the kid. "Apparently so, kiddo. If you'd like, you can call me Pops or Papa" Dick had a bright smile on his face and launched himself towards Danny, yellin' out Papa with a gleeful giggle.

Danny just chuckled and hugged the kid back. "Y'know, I never expected that I would reunite with my son after years and then learn that I also have a grandson," Danny glared half-heartedly at Bruce.

After that fiasco, they moved to the kitchen. Danny made some of his famous hot cocoa and gave everyone a cup of it (Again, yes, even Alfred!) and just sat and talked until Dick was noddin' off into his empty cup of cocoa. Danny then told Bruce to take his kid upstairs and go to bed.

Bruce tried to fight about him goin' bed, sayin' he had work to do, but quickly shut up when Danny gave him a look. After that, Bruce bid Danny and Alfred goodnight.

Once the two were gone, Danny turned to Alfred and asked to know everthin' that happened, so Alfred and Danny stayed up late in the night. Alfred explained what happened while he was gone for almost four years without visitin' Danny almost went back to the realms to ice the Observents thoroughly once and for all, for keepin' Danny in the domains for so long.

After the talk, the two bid each other goodnight and went to bed. Over the next few weeks, Bruce got Grounded multiple times.

The cause of said groundings? 1) not tellin' Danny he was home 2) lettin' Dick be a vigilante Danny wasn't even that old when he became Phantom!

Dick was also not allowed to patrol on school nights anymore and was also to learn techniques from Danny to keep him safe after Danny knew he was a bit liminal.

3) Scarin' him to complete death when he disappeared, yeah, he's not happy about that one, nor is he happy about how he portrays himself as a playboy. He does get it. He needs his "Brucie" persona and all, but still!

And finally, 4) this one is mainly Danny groundin' him from the Bat-Computer to get sleep. He still remembers how taxin' it was to have little to no rest in his teenage years and then go to school or just have to show his face. Yeah, it's not fun.

He also got to know Dick more. He learned about his parents and fears (he also may or may not have let Dick talk to his parents,) and he likes to call Dick Shootin' Star or Star. He knows that he prefers to be called Dick, but Danny just can't, and hey, he is his grandson, so of course he gonna give him a nickname.

This time, Danny spent most of his days in the dimension, and the only way he would go back to the realms is if Frostbite Clockwork or Pandora called him to the domains then and only then.

Danny did help a lot with Bruce and his terrible emotions. He could've sworn that Bruce wasn't that bad before he left. Yeah, Danny and feelings don't get along but damn.

Danny watched as Dick grew up into a good man and watched as Bruce bettered himself, and one day, Bruce came home with a nasty bruise. Danny just raised his eyebrow until Bruce told him the story, and then Danny was on the floor laughin'.

Then, a couple of days later, Bruce came home with the kid that did the bruise on him. Danny just snorted and welcomed Jason into the family. Then Jason learned that Bruce was Batman, Dick was Nightwing, and Danny was Phantom.

(Danny would help Batman every now and again, and Bruce and Dick didn't get into that huge fight, but he did still want to become Nightwing)

And you better believe that Jason got the same rules as Dick, and yes, he got a nickname, Danny, calls Jason Supernova. and Jason, in Danny's opinion, was sometimes more chaotic than Dick was.

Then, a few years later, Jason got takin' by the Joker. Danny was again at a meetin' in the realms, but this time, it was because Fenton's weapons were found in the domains.

Bruce knew he wouldn't get to his son on time, so he did the only thin' he could. He yelled and asked his dad to save Jason.

Danny heard his call and quickly got up with a growl. Every ghost in that room shielded themselves. They didn't want a repeat of the last time. Danny tore open a portal. When he got there, he yelled for the Joker to stop. Jason looked up and smiled. His Papa came, although the joy didn't last long. Joker screamed at Danny, sayin' that he had ruined his plan. Joker then turned to Jason and smiled.

Danny rushed forward to get Jason but wasn't fast enough. Danny screamed as the Joker brought down the crowbar.

Danny, honest to the Ancients, couldn't tell you what happened next. One second, he was rushin' to get Jason then. The next thin' he knew, He was standin' over. The Joker said clown was on the ground lookin' up at Phantom.

Phantom heard his Son quietly cryin' for Jason. Phantom felt his anger skyrocket. Phantom felt his body shift to his more Eldritch form.

His teeth elongated, and his eyes shifted to glowin' pools of toxic green. His frame started to change into a four-armed bein' his skin took on a star-like appearance.

(I can't really explain it well, so I'll just put the thing that I took his look off. Also, it is considered Pompous-Pep. If you don't like it, then ignore it. I just like Danny's design, Space Monster Danny!

Although I have a slightly different idea. Instead of the blue and pink and bits of purple, he's full black with a bit of blue and purple swirlin' around, with toxic green eyes. And the stars tend to shift on his body)

"Joker, as the King of the dead, I know that everythin' must end and that everyone has a time when they die," Danny heaves a huge sigh. "But it does not mean that I'm okay with you killin' people, and even more so you've just. Killed. My. Grandson." The earth shakes when the last words are spoken.

"D-dad..." Bruce croaks out, Phantom. He tilts his head in acknowledgment that he Heard Batman Joker laugh. "Aww, does Batsy need his Daddy to fight his battles?" Bruce's eyes glowed a light green. "No, I don't, but I know when I need to back down, Joker," he growled.

Phantom Looked to Batman, and the man bowed his head. "This man has done terrible things, and I believe he can never be saved. You can do what you want with him," Phantom hummed.

He then turned to the Joker. "I do not prefer killin', but if you do survive this and go back to your ways, then I will have no choice but to kill you with my bear hands," Phantom's voice boomed.

The ghost then put one of his hands on the Joker's head. The man screamed and flailed. After a minute, he stopped, and Phantom let him go. Then, the man flopped bonelessly onto the ground. His face contorted into fear, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Phantom sighed. He turned to Batman, and Robin, the boy, lay in Batman's arms. As he walked towards the two, his form shifted again. Back to his original, Bruce looked up as Danny kneeled. "W-what did you do him?" Bruce asked.

Danny growled. "All I did was put him through the same things that he has done to other people," He told his son in disgust for what he saw the Joker do. A small part of him wishes that the Joker lives so that he could kill the man.

Bruce looked down at his son. "Dad, can you make sure he's alright in the realms, and please tell him I'm sorry for not makin' it on time?" he asked Danny with tears threatenin' to fall.

Danny nodded his head. "I will make sure he is alright when I find him. I will tell you, I promise, Little Galaxy," he promised his son.

Bruce broke down after those words were said. Bruce hugged Jason and cried. Danny wrapped the two in his arms and cried with Bruce. Danny had failed again, he couldn't save Thomas and Martha, and now he couldn't save Jason.

The funeral was normal as any funeral could be, although Danny hoped he would never have to go through another one after his late partners. It was his first funeral and what he hoped was his last, but the Ancients weren't on his side, he supposed.

Danny still couldn't find Jason in any of the realms a few weeks after the disaster. He was gettin' upset that he couldn't find his grandson, and Bruce, Dick, and Alfred could tell.

One day, he came across an island just a short distance from Phantom's Keep. At this point, it's been two an half months since Jason's death, and one that little island was Jason, his grandson, his Supernova. When Jason saw Danny, he flung himself towards the man.

"PAPA!" Jason yelled after he was in Danny's arms. He bawled his eyes out. Danny joined him while sayin', "Oh, Supernova, I found you!" "I'm so sorry for not savin' you on time," "Your dad's sorry too," "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay!" and so on.

Danny was the first one to calm down. He managed to get Jason's sobs into hiccups Once the kid finally calmed down. He spoke, "Papa, what happened? I-I remember you lungin' towards and pain, then I just woke up here in the realms." he asked Danny.

Danny sighed. It seems that Jason doesn't fully remember his death. "...It was the Joker he- he Killed you, Jason..." the man whispered.

Jason froze the Joker...killed him? Is that why he woke up in the realms? Is he a ghost? If so, does that mean he'll never see his family again? Not his big brother, the goofball Dick. or Alfred's cookin' lessons, or Bruce's his Dad's hugs? His Papa's comfort. Will he never see his family again?

Jason knew he was spiralin’, but he couldn't stop.

Danny saw that Jason was spiralin’, so he quickly brought him into his body, curled around him, and tried to pull him out of his head. After a few minutes, it worked.

Danny had a feelin' what was goin' on in his Supernova's mind. "Yes Jason, your a...Ghost now, and I'm sorry for that, but it does not mean you never see the rest of the family again. I can always take you back, y'know" Danny smiled, tryin' to cheer up Jason.

Jason sighed with relief. Danny took that as a win in his books. The two just sat there and talked for a while, but somethin' was botherin' Jason the Joker. What happened to him? Did Bruce keep him alive like the other times? or is he dead?

Danny could tell that somethin' was on Jason's mind. "Alright, Supernova, what's up? I can tell there somethin' spinnin' in that head of yours. Jason flinched and alerted Danny.

"Whoa, whoa, what's wrong? Are you okay, Nova? Danny asked worriedly. Jason gulped. Here goes nothin', he thought, "U-um, the Joker...What happened to him?" Jason asked

Jason watched as his Papa's face darkened. "That man has been put through what he has done to his victims, although the fool bein' is in a coma has been since you died." Danny told Jason with hints of anger in his voice, "They also say that he will never wake up." Danny smirked. He hoped it'd stay that way, but he also didn't mind if he had to entirely kill him if the roach survived.

Jason laughed and asked, "Did Da-Bruce agree to that plan?" Danny smirked. Yes, he did indeed catch that slip. "Yes, he did, in fact. He gave me full permission to do what I wanted to the man." Jason's mouth dropped.

Bruce actually let someone die? Huh, he guesses that the rumors on Batman's refusin' to kill people were fake or somethin'. After that earth-shatterin’ information, Jason asked if he could see them. Danny smiled And got up. He tore open a portal and reached out his hand towards Jason.

Jason laughed gleefully and jumped on Danny's shoulders. Danny laughed with Jason. The two went into the portal and walked straight to the entry of the Manor.

Danny went back to human while Jason went invisible (No, Danny did not feel jealousy at all, no sir), and the two walked to the kitchen. Danny had a feelin' the three would be there. And the man was right Alfred was just puttin' a plate of cookies down when the two walked in. Both Bruce and Dick had a cup of tea in their hands.

Bruce and Dick looked like absolute shit, in Jason's opinion. Bruce, more than Dick and Alfred, looked like he aged twenty years. The three turned their heads when Danny walked in. The three noted that Danny looked happier than when he left. His eyes also looked a bit red.

"Is everythin' alright, Master Danny?" Alfred asked. Danny smiled his megawatt smile. Bruce sat up straighter. His Dad hadn't smiled like that since Jason died. Does that mean...?

"It's so much better than alright. Alfie!" he said. Danny then turned his head to his shoulder and tilted his head to the three. Dick and Alfred raised their eyebrows. Bruce stood up and looked at Danny with hope. Bruce then felt arms wrap around his torso. He then looked down and saw Jason appear.

Bruce looked to Danny for confirmation. Danny simply smiled. Bruce then quickly wrapped his arms around Jason. "Oh, Jason. I'm so so sorry, baby boy. I'm sorry that I couldn't save you." Bruce choked out. Dick quickly stood up with tears in his eyes. Alfred brought his hand up to his face.

Jason was also cryin'. "N-no, Dad, it's okay. Papa already explained everythin' to me." Bruce reached out for his Dad, and Danny complied. Danny also brought Dick and Alfred into the hug for the rest of the night. There was a pile of Waynes on the floor, huggin' and cryin'.

Over the followin' months, the Family was whole again. Jason decided to stay in the dimension with his family. And Jason learned how to copy Danny's ability to shift into his human form. It didn't work entirely, but it did help Jason look a bit more human, and it did get him out of his Robin costume.

Everyone was happy that Jason was no longer in the outfit he died in, and he was glad that no one in the family minded that he was a full ghost, unlike his Papa, that he'd never be warm again, or that sometimes he might be a little too inhuman.

About five months later, the Waynes learned that the Joker somehow survived what Danny did to him, but instead of showin' him that it was wrong to do what he did, he became worse than before the first encounter after he broke out. Bruce almost lost half his body.

Danny managed to save him by takin' the blow meant for Bruce. It took Danny a week to recover from what the Joker did. Danny lost the left side of his body and part of his face. Danny had to stay in his ghost form the whole time, or he would've died completely.

After the Joker hit Danny, the clown laughed and pointed to Batman and told him he'd be back after all. He had a score to settle, and the clown disappeared. Both Nightwing and Batman ran towards Phantom.

After Danny recovered, he noticed that Jason became angry. No, he was furious. He was afraid of what that meant for his Supernova, then a couple of days later, Jason went missin' the Bat-fam couldn't find him at all. Danny couldn't even feel him anymore.

One month later, Batman brought home a kid. The kid had to be no older than thirteen. Danny learned the kid's name was Timothy Jackson Drake. He preferred to go by Tim.

When Tim saw Danny, he asked to join the Bat fam. Danny raised an eyebrow at Bruce, and the man looked away and then explained what had happened. All anyone in the Manor could hear was Danny's absolute insane cacklin' amazin' feet since the Bat cave was several feet underground and considered soundproof.

After Danny calmed down, he asked, "Now, why in the realms would you ask me that question, Little Comet?" Bruce groaned. "He figured out our identities somehow and learned that I listen to you the most." Danny snorted.

"Well, yes, I do hope that you'll listen to your father, y'know," he sassed to his son. "And you," he turned to Tim."Why would you want to join us, and if you knew our identities, why haven't you told anyone?" Tim had his mouth on the ground.

"YOUR BATMAN'S DAD!? WAIT, I THOUGHT THAT HIS DAD DIED YEARS AGO!?" Bruce and Danny looked at each other, then Tim, then at each other again, and started laughin'. To say Tim was confused would be an understatement.

The two men then explained Wayne's history, leavin' out some. Parts since they have yet to know the kid fully, they also learned that Tim never learned Danny's identity out of the four. Danny was a bit smug that the kid never figured out who he was.

Tim also explained that he wanted to become the next Robin. Danny immediately said no. Tim was confused and a bit upset. He asked why not, and Danny told him that he did not want to lose another grandchild again. Tim tried to tell Danny that he would be okay and that he'd make sure he wouldn't die. (Tim totally ignored the Grandchild thin'.)

Danny flared up. Sayin' no again, Bruce put his hand on his Dad's shoulder. Danny calmed down, and a minute later, he sighed. He told Tim that, fine, he could become the next Robin BUT! After he said so and that, he was to get trainin' from all three of the members of the bat Family, and he was to have ground rules set after he became Robin, no if and or buts.

Although not totally happy with the arrangements, he excitedly agreed.

(So~ I just like the idea that Bruce immediately goes to Danny when he wants to adopt a new kid or if the kid wants to be a part of the activities after dark.

And Danny's the one to give the ground rules. Alfred agrees with this plan entirely. After all, Danny runs the realms in between realms and was once a teenage vigilante/town hero himself.

It also helps that Danny will sit down and talk with Alfred about certain things.)

The Joker was sited again a week later, and that's when Danny felt somethin' shift. It felt like anger and revenge. Danny knew what this was. A reverent was just born into this world.

Danny suspected that one day this might happen. He was hopin' that the ectoplasm in Gotham wouldn't be enough to do this. And the question, who was the soul who turned into a reverent?

After a couple of weeks with the Joker bein' more brutal than he used to be, Danny finally managed to trap him. While doin' so, he lost his left arm. Man, what's with Joker and takin' Danny's body parts? And another thin' why did the Joker not attack the city and only went after the Bats?

The Joker's laughin' brought Danny out of his mind. Danny raised a brow at the man. The Joker was held tightly by glowin' green chains on his wrists and ankles. Joker just smiled wider when he had Danny's attention on him.

Okay, no, seriously, was the man obsessed with him or his son? "My, my Phantom, I must say you look dreadfully terrible. Is it because I killed Robin? Your grandson? Is it how I bashed his head in?" He said in a mockin' tone.

Danny snapped. A chain wrapped itself around the Joker's neck and squeezed, cuttin' off the airflow to allow the Joker to breathe. Danny then got up into the Joker's face.

"You have no right to talk about my Grandson like that! And if you remember correctly, I gave you a warnin' if you survived," Danny hissed. "Enjoy hell or wherever you are placed in my realm, farewell Joker." The chains around the Joker's Neck got tighter. Danny pulled the chain with all his strength, rippin' the Joker's head off his body.

Blood splattered onto Danny's face as the body dropped to the ground, creatin' a puddle of blood along with it. Danny just stared at the man with no remorse. Danny will also later admit he felt great satisfaction that he got to rip off the Joker's head.

Danny sighed. He brought up his finger and snapped the body went up in flames while he put the joker's head into a bag. (Hehe, not sorry at all~)

Danny then went back to the Batcave. When he got there, he found Batman Nightwing and the new Robin. Even though little Comet was not allowed to be on any patrols, he was allowed to help in the Cave somewhat.

Bruce raised a brow at the bag. Danny nodded his head towards the med-bay with much confusion. Bruce walked to the med-bay, and Dick and Tim tried to follow the two men. Danny brought up a hand and told them to wait there. Both of the boys pouted at their Papa.

Danny showed Bruce the bag's contents when the two were in the med-bay bay. Danny heard Bruce gasp. He didn't see the look on his son's face since he turned away. He knew he would get angry again if he saw the Joker's head.

"...Dad?...What did he do? I've never seen you this mad before." Leave it to his son to figure out he was so mad that he decapitated the Joker. "He was mockin' on how he killed Jason, and I lost my temper," Danny stated. Bruce hummed.

Danny then felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He looked down and saw his son huggin' him. Bruce pushed his face into Danny's chest. "Thank you, Dad...Thank you so much. Bruce half laughed and sobbed. "I just wish Jason could see what his Grandfather did for him." Danny wrapped his arms around his son and rested his cheek on the top of Bruce's head.

"Yeah, Galaxy, me too...Me too." Danny held his son for a bit longer. Until Dick asked if the two were okay. Danny chuckled as he separated from Bruce and yelled back at the two that they were fine and would be out in a second. "So should I torch his head like I did the rest of his body, kiddo?" Danny asked.

Bruce smiled evilly. "Oh, please do, Dad...Also, do you know where he's goin' to go in the infinite realms?" He asked with a dangerous tone. Danny merely laughed and said yes, he does, and when he appears in the realms, he can have a go at the man.

Bruce chuckled darkly, then straightened up and calmed himself. Danny turned back to the bag and held his hand over it. "Burn bitch burn!" he said and lit the bag on fire. Danny had a pleased look on his face.

The two men left the med-bay and found Dick on his hand doin' a one-armed handstand and Tim in front of him laughin'. Both Danny and Bruce laughed at Dick and joined the two on the floor.

Later, when the Wayne's were havin' dinner, Danny felt somethin' would come in the near future. He couldn't figure out if it was good or bad. Only time will tell. And why did the omen feel so familiar?

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Oh boy, this took a while. The last parts were also extremely satisfyin'. I don't like the Joker at all, so I had fun writin' that part.

And I can't promise that I'll continue this. I tried to get this as close to the comics, but there is too much lore. But if I do decide to continue this, I'll probably just skip to Jason's return and him learnin' that Taila lied to him and such.

Anyway, thank you for readin' this! I hope you enjoyed this idea that refused to leave my brain! Have a good day or night, wherever you are!

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Sub!Billy x Dom!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Good boy kink / praise kink, sub Billy, oral (Fem receiving), riding, face riding, breast play, aftercare, sex, swearing, hair pulling, first time dom!Reader, mummy kink without using the word mummy

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The party had ended over an hour ago. Almost everyone had gone home. The few people who had stayed were either waiting for lifts home or discussing where they could go next. You tried to clean up some of the mess in the kitchen so there would be less to do in the morning.

Turning around you jumped. Billy Hargrove was shaking the cans of beer you collected to see if any of them were empty. He was clearly a little drunk from the way he swayed and the redness to his face. "Billy?" You said as you took the empty can he was holding.

“(Y/N)” Billy said eagerly and smiled sweetly at you. “Hi.”

“Are you okay? Do you need me to ask somebody to drive you home?” You asked. He frowned and shook his head.

“I’m okay, I just need another drink.” Billy mumbled.

“You need something to sober up or your going to be sick.” You said to him. He shook his head, bouncing the curls around his face as he did.

“No. I’m never sick.” Billy insisted as you went to the fridge to find him something to eat.

"You were sick three weeks ago! You drank almost two kegs in a row." You insisted. Billy scrunched up his nose and shook his head. You laughed and relented which made him smile again as you agreed with him. As you looked for something to line his stomach you handed him food from the fridge. It wasn't until you glanced at him and realised he'd stuffed a whole load of grapes in his mouth that he was eating whatever you handed him. Shutting the fridge you found some plain sugar cookies and got him a pint glass of water.

“Here.” You offered him the drink.

"No thanks. Do you have more beer?" He asked. You frowned at him. The party was over and you wanted as many people who could, to go home. You were certain that he and his friends were the only ones left.

"Sit." You said firmly and pointed to a chair at the kitchen table. He sat obediently. "Drink this. Slowly." You said in the same tone. Again he did as he was told. When he'd finished it you got him a second glass and set the cookies next to him. Telling him to stay there and eat them you left to see who else was still around. To your dismay everyone had gone, leaving Billy alone at your house with no way of getting home. Heading back into the kitchen you found Billy still nibbling at the cookies.

“Hi.” He said, smiling at you again.

"Hi Billy. You know you're a lot easier to deal with when you're buzzed. Who knew you could be such a good boy." You said and he blushed violently and cracked an even bigger smile.

"I'm always a good boy if you ask me to be." He said earnestly. You nodded and made a noise as if you didn't believe him.

"Is there any way you're going to be sober in the next twenty minutes?" You asked him hopefully. You knew he wouldn't be and there wasn't much point asking. He'd be sober in a few hours but you were hoping to go to bed soon. Billy shrugged. Resigning to letting him crash on your sofa you went to the airing cupboard to get some blankets. Billy followed you, still eating a cookie and dropping crumbs everywhere. Insisting that you take his keys from him you had Billy hand them over, making sure he wouldn't be able to drive until he sobered up.

"You know. You're pretty." Billy said.

"Thank you. Here. You can sleep on the sofa for the night. Ok?" You asked. He nodded and sat down taking the blanket from you. He was still in his jeans and jacket, only having the forethought to kick off his boots as he leaned back into the sofa. As you walked away to head to your room and go to bed you heard him say. "You have no idea how many times I've seen you naked in my mind."

Turning you saw Billy leaning over the back of the sofa. If he was a cartoon character he would have had stars and hearts shooting out of his eyes. Nodding slowly you headed to your room, got ready for bed and fell asleep.

You woke up suddenly and looked at your alarm clock. It was two am. You'd been asleep for three hours. There was a rummaging in the room and you turned your bedside light on. "Billy?"

"I need my keys." Billy muttered.

"They're on my bedside table." You muttered and rolled over. Billy searched and you tried to go back to sleep until you felt him gently shake you.

"They're not there." Billy mumbled.

“Did I say you could speak?” You snapped.

“No ma’am.” Billy said quietly.

"Hmm. Maybe I put it on the kitchen counter." You muttered and went to look for it. You came back to find Billy still sitting in the same spot. "I can't find your keys. You might as well stay and we'll find them when I clean up tomorrow."

"But I…" Billy started.

"Billy seriously? What's wrong with staying here?" You complained. You wanted to go back to bed. You knew you were being grumpy and that you should look for the keys again but you really couldn't be asked to do much more than stand next to your bed.

"Nothing, I just figured you'd want me out of your way." Billy muttered.

"So you woke me up. To get out of my way?" You asked and he nodded sheepishly. With a nod you got back into bed. "If you want to look for your keys, look for them. If you want to wait for the morning that's fine too. Just don't wake me up again or else." You said and pointed a finger at him.

"Or else what?" Billy asked. You sat up and looked at him. He'd turned and was now sitting fully on your bed.

"Or else. I will… tell everyone that you. Like… being called a good boy. It makes you all flushed." You said quickly. He narrowed his eyes and then sucked at his teeth. He grabbed at your ankle and yanked you down the bed until you met in the middle he was looming over your, a hand either side of your head.

"Who told you that?" Billy asked.

"You did. Drunk… Billy did." You said quickly feeling suddenly at a loss of power.

"Can't trust drunk Billy. He's a horny little shit." Billy joked. You smiled and then panicked when Billy leaned in closer. "But you can't tell anyone."

Sighing you reached up and pulled at the curls at the back of Billy's head forcing him to sit up as you stood on your bed. "You're not incharge right now. I am." You said as you let go of his hair and held his face gently between your thumb and your pointer finger. Your heart was pounding. You'd never spoken to anyone like this before, let alone, Billy Hargrove. Billy's pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you, almost panting a little as he sat still. "You can either quietly find your keys and turn out the light and lock up on the way out. Or, you can go to sleep and ask me to help you find them in the morning." Your firm voice trembled but whatever bewitching tone you had used had worked on Billy.

"Can I sleep in here with you? Please?" He asked. The please came out like a whined beg. You nodded slowly.

"Only if you behave yourself. No funny business." You warned. Billy promised and shut off the light. You heard him undressing and frowned at him in the dark.

"I wasn't comfortable." He explained. Having stripped down to his boxers and his socks he got into bed next to you. He fidgeted around until he was comfortable. His breath fanned over the back of your neck and one arm reached out over the pillow above your head. When you tried to get comfortable you realised he was taking up a lot of space. He moved until you were comfortable again and settled down. Which didn't last long as you felt something hard press against your thigh.

“Billy!” You huffed and sat up.

"I'm sorry! Sorry. I couldn't help it. You pulled my hair and you looked me right in the eyes and you, bossed me around. You were… very attractive doing it." Billy said quickly and scooted right over to the edge of the bed.

"I was? You like when people are mean to you?" You asked, confused. Billy sighed and rolled his eyes, slumping back against your pillows, running his hands over his face.

"It's not the mean part! It's not even being mean it's being told what to do but. Safely?" He said as if he'd never thought about it before.

"And that's the good boy thing too?" You asked.

"I hate drunk Billy right now. He's making me have all these deep conversations in the middle of the night." Billy grumbled and sighed.

"We don't have to talk about why. It could just be what it is?" You offered and Billy smiled.

"Sure. So what about you?" He asked.

"What about me?" You answered quickly.

"I've seen you hooking up with people at parties. What is it for you?" Billy asked and rolled over to look at you.

"You have not seen me hooking up with people!" You insisted.

"I so have! You make out with them and then go off together and come back looking like you had some fun. You never pick me though." Billy smiled at you and scoffed.

"It's never very exciting or satisfying." You admitted. Billy smiled and shrugged.

"You could always use me to figure out what you want." Billy let what he said hang in the air and you huffed.

"I don't even know where to start." You said quietly.

"What do you wish was better about your party flings?" Billy asked and folded his arms behind his head.

"They are bad at kissing. They don't go slow enough or fast enough and they, just fuck badly. They're all scared of boobs." You listed off quickly. Billy nodded and tried to look very serious but you could tell he was amused. "Plus the three that tried were so bad at eating pussy."

Billy erupted into laughter. It took a good two minutes for him to gather himself and he was still giggling when he calmed down.

"Hey!" You snapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just. I didn't expect you to come right out and be like they're shit at eating me out. That. That must be terrible to be so unsatisfied. You're lucky I happened to move here because I'm actually an expert in that field." Billy said and smiled when you rolled your eyes at him.

"Oh yeah? Is there a school of sex in California?" You asked. Billy nodded.

"Yep. It's called Billy Hargrove's sex school." Billy grinned when you laughed a little. "You never thought about bossing them around like you did with me tonight?"

"I did but they found it too intimidating." You answered.

"Sounds about right." Billy muttered. He sighed and rolled over to look at you. "You have me here all night. We could try some of your vanilla things and see what you like."

"You won't tell anyone about it?" You asked.

"Maybe I'll mention I'm the best fuck of your life and no one will ever be better so everyone should just give up. I wouldn't give them the dirty details." Billy joked. He saw you were serious and nodded. "I will do my best but if someone says you're bad in bed I won't be able to defend your honour."

"Such a shame." You said and he smiled. You paused and huffed out a shaky breath. "What do we do to start?"

"Don't ask me if you're the boss." Billy said quickly.

"Ok. First take your socks off, it's weird that you're wearing socks in bed when it's summer time." You started. Billy frowned at you but obliged, throwing them over onto his jeans on the floor.

You'd felt confident when Billy was talking. But now he was waiting, looking at you curiously and you knew you could say almost anything and he would do it, you felt nervous. "We start with the basics, kissing." You said simply. It felt like the safest place to start and you could just build up. But Billy frowned.

"Where?" He asked.

"In my bed?" You answered slowly and he smiled.

"Where on your body am I kissing?" Billy asked gently. You gave him an embarrassed look and pointed to your lips. He nodded and leaned in, rubbing noses with you. "You're in charge. Just tell me what you want exactly where you want it. Your rules." He smiled when you nodded and kissed you.

The kiss was swift, fleeting and followed by several more. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair as you nipped at his bottom lip. His lips parted and he moaned quietly as you pulled gently at his hair. He submitted to you letting you control the kiss. Tugging at his hair you guided him to kiss your neck.

"Feels good." You whispered. Billy hummed against your neck, nipping a little and then kissing over the soft skin. His hands moved under your pyjama shirt, thick calloused fingers stroking up the soft skin of your back. He let your grip on his hair guide him to kiss over your collar bones. Pulling away only so you could pull off your pyjamas. His lips returned to your neck, kissing his way down to your breasts. You moved the two of you so he could settle between your legs and started to stroke Billy's hair. One of his hands ran over your left breast while he mouthed soft kisses over the right, as his tongue tentatively lavished small gentle licks over your nipple until he took it into his mouth. He suckled softly for a moment before pulling away causing a pleasant sting before he let go and repeated the movement. He moved to the other breast and did the same motion but this time looking up at you through his eye lashes as he suckled. You brushed away the curls that had fallen in his face and hummed satisfactorily.

"You're doing so good Billy. You're making me feel so good." You cooed. He moaned, the sound vibrating in his throat as he dug his fingers into your breast enough to leave a pleasant, tingling sting over your soft skin. He pulled away, swirling his tongue around your nipple before kissing across your chest to the other breast and doing the same. You could feel him between your legs grinding his hips against the mattress trying to find some friction so you pulled gently at his hair, pulling his mouth from you, causing him to whine and moan in defeat. He sat back on his heels between your legs and watched you. You could see his cock hard and straining against his boxers, a small wet patch was visible just below the waist band. Sitting up you let go of his hair, running your fingertips down his neck and his chest, his stomach. His body tensed and writhed under your touch. You reached down and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. Billy hisses as you exposed his cock to the cold air of your room and stroked down the length of it with your fingers and leaned in to press a kiss onto his neck just below his ear. "You have such a pretty cock Billy. So nice and hard for me." You muttered. The gasp that came out of Billy's slack mouth was the filthiest sound you'd heard. It was a desperate whisper of need and it made you hum as if the sound was delicious.

"Fuck" Billy whispered as you kissed his neck and stroked over the head of his cock through his boxers. His hips rutted into your hand as you pumped his cock and made him look you in the eyes.

"You want to fuck me, Billy?" You asked. He nodded eyes heavy with lust, his chest heaving as he tried to stop his head falling back. Your thumb stroked over the tip of his cock again, the wet patch on his boxers larger than it was before letting go and smiling at him as you took in the state you'd put him in.

"Yes." He rasped out in a soft almost whisper.

"You want to cum in me?" You pressed. He nodded his head lazily and you sighed, leaning in close enough that he tried to kiss you but found your hand, his face in your hand. "Good boys use their words Billy."

"I want to come in your pussy please, (Y/N). I'll do anything please!" He begged. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and smiled when he whimpered into it, leaning into you so you had to steady yourself as you pulled away. Draping your arms over his shoulders you sighed.

"You're going to lay down and watch me touch myself. If you're good I'll let you taste me and if I think you've earned it you can fuck me until you cum. Are you a good enough boy for me?" You said gently. Billy let a dopey smile slide on his face and he nodded.

"I am." He assured you, excitement bubbling in his voice. He let you guide him to lay down on the bed as you gripped his shoulder and pinned him to the mattress, moving to straddle his face and hover over it. When his hands skimmed down your side and squeezed at your ass you pulled away from him.

"No touching until I say." You reminded him quickly. Billy raised his eyebrows, swallowing as he looked up at you.

"Really?" He asked in a whined voice as if he hoped you'd been kidding and you nodded.

"Really. If you question me like that again you're going to sit and watch me get myself off. No fucking or coming for you until I say." Your voice was firm and he let you move to kneel over his face, pinning his forearms in place with your legs. Billy smiled, turning his head to kiss your inner thigh. "I said no touching! Behave and you can taste." You hissed out as you grabbed at his chin turning his face and stopping the nips and kisses he was leaving on your thigh.

His eyes fell from you to your core as you knelt up just high enough that you could touch yourself without him being able to touch you.

"I'll be good." He promised as you started to circle your fingers over your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each circle your fingers left. Billy was doing his best to stay still underneath you but you could feel the way he tensed and writhed even slightly. His fingers were digging into the pillow beneath his head and when you reached up with one hand to steady yourself against the headboard his eyes flicked over your naked body and then back to your hands. You slide a finger into your wet hole, humming as you pumped into yourself before adding a second. Billy's eyes were wide, pupils blown as he watched, his mouth hanging open just a little as he focused on your hands. The sound of you getting wetter filled the room and you could see Billy's brows furrow as if the fact he wasn't lapping at your pussy bothered him. "Do you want a taste Billy?" You asked, pulling your fingers from your core. He whimpered a little at the sight of your fingers slick with your cum. Obediently he moved his head and opened his mouth, tongue out so you could fuck his mouth with your fingers. He sucked and slurped obscenely and cleaned your slick from your fingers, opening his mouth and begging for more when you pulled your fingers away.

"More! More please. I love the taste of your cum (Y/N)." He whined. You smiled down at him. Ignoring him as he continued to beg you buried three fingers into your core. Moaning loudly as you continued to drive yourself to the edge. You felt Billy's arms tense under you as he mewled and whined that he hadn't gotten another taste.

"You want to taste more of me Billy?" You asked as you let him suck your slick from your fingers again. His eyes fixed on you as you moved to release his legs and lowered your pussy closer to his face. "You can touch me now." Immediately Billy's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto his face as he hungrily licked, lapped and noisily slurped at the slick between your legs. You rocked your hips against his face, your hands pulled and squeezing at your breasts as you felt yourself cumming again. Billy moaned and you felt his arms squeeze around you even tighter as the sound vibrated through your pussy making you gasp.

Billy let you pull away from him after several minutes of riding his face. His eyes were heavy and his chest heaving. Billy's face was glistening with your cum and he grinned at you lazily. His hands trailed down to grasp at his cock as he watched you lay down next to him. His hands slid into his boxers and he paused.

"I need to touch myself." He whispered as a quiet plea.

"You do?" You asked and leaned over to stroke his cheek.

"I need to cum too." He whined as if he was sure you'd forgotten or changed your mind. You smiled and leaned over, kissing him softly.

"Show me." You said and he nodded, pulling his boxers down. His cock fell against his stomach hard and reddish purple. "Touch yourself." You instructed. Billy's hand slid down his body to grip himself firmly in one hand. He pumped his cock as he lifted his hips up to meet his hand. You watched the way his body tensed and his breath ripped and rumbled from his chest. The soft moans and gasps that escaped his soft lips made you wet again. When you saw beads of precum roll onto his hand you leaned over, licking them up, kissing the tip of his dick, teasing him.

"Fuck!" He said loudly as his hips faltered and his hand slowed. Pulling away you smiled admiring the mess he was, sprawling across your bed. Breathless. Sweaty. Needy.

"Come here Billy. You've been so good." You said as you laid down on your side, looking at him. He turned his head to look at you, eyes searching your face, hips still desperately trying to catch the pace of his hand. Beckoning him over he shuffled across the bed, laying on his side facing you.

"I've been good?" He asked needily as you let him closer and he burrowed his head into your neck.

"So good. You made me feel so good. Now I'm going to make you feel good, ok?" You said. He nodded, arms wrapping around you. You shifted yourself, one leg sliding over his hip as you reached between the two of you and grasped his cock. Billy whined against the skin of your neck as you started to pump his cock before lining it with your entrance. Stroking the head against your wet pussy to coat him in your cum. Slowly you guided him to sink into you. His body shook as he bottomed out, feeling you sway your hips to take him deeper. Then you pulled his body close and held him. His arms squeezed around you tightly and when he pulled away he was blinking rapidly. The gentleness relaxing him so much that he felt heavy. Stroking his hair you smiled at him, waiting for him to beg you to fuck him as he revealed in being held inside you. Starting softly, you slowly swayed your hips, fucking him as he clung to you. You stroked down his back and through his hair, kissing his cheeks when he'd tearfully looked up at you before burying his face in your neck again.

"You're so good Billy. You make me feel so good." You hummed.

"More." He muttered greedily.

"More what?" You asked, pulling him away from you.

"More please. Please!" He begged. Obliging you rolled him until you straddled him, guiding him to sit up with you. You rode his cock faster and faster, drawing more soft gasps and moans from him. His fingers dug into your back as you clenched around him while you pulled away and sank back down onto his cock. His eyes rolled and his grip loosened as he slumped back onto the bed, letting you ride the headboard. He arched and squirmed underneath you before breathlessly gasping out. "(Y/N)! I'm going to cum!" In a hoarse, cracked voice.

"It's ok. You can cum. Can you cum for me Billy?" You cooed. His nails dug at your legs as his breath started to claw at his throat. You kept your harsh pace riding Billy as he tensed and cried out underneath you. You could feel hot spurts of cum filling you as you continued to ride him. Billy started to whimper, over-stimulated both by the feeling of you milking his cock as you rode him and by the sight of his cum mixing with yours at the base of his cock. Taking his hand you pressed his finger to your clit, guiding him in circles as you rode him until you came. Billy's cock twitched inside you as you lay down against his chest and looked up at him. As you started to move off him he whimpered and held your hips in place.

"I feel good inside you." He said quietly. With a smile you nodded, moving to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him as he lay under you.

"My pussy makes you feel good Billy?" You asked him and he nodded with a sleepy pout on his face. Sitting up and slowly climbing off Billy he moaned a deep guttural moan at the feeling of you pulling off his semi-hard cock. He whined and huffed when you started to leave the room. You went to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up before heading to the kitchen to get some water. Downing a glass you poured another for Billy taking it, and a towel back from the bathroom to the bedroom. "I need you to sit up for me Billy." You said softly. Pulling him up by his arm. He obediently sat up and drank the drink you gave him, his throat raw and sore. His eyes fell shut a little as he gave you back the empty glass and lay back down, letting you clean him up. When you got back into bed you stroked his hair, fingers untangling knotted curls. He looked over at you and you beckoned him closer, letting him wrap himself around you and bury his face in your chest. His lips brushed against your nipple and he looked up at you with wide pleading eyes as you continued to cuddle him, stroking his hair. You let him lick and suckle at your breasts until he fell asleep, safely content in your arms as you pulled the blanket over the two of you.

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saey707 · 4 months

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I am BEGGING for more Yandere heartsteel Yone!! What do you think he would act like if during his carreer he found himself falling in love with someone or even dating them?

I feel like the fans would know nothing about the fact that he has a partner he loves very… very much. Imo he would want to keep them out of the spotlight as much as possible to “protect” them (aka nobody can have them other than him) and he has to manipulate his way into making reader into the perfect obedient partner that has eyes only for him.

✿ Prompt: Yone wants to "protect" you ✿

♡ champion focus: yone ♡ tw: yandere-ish, manipulation ♡ Gender-neutral reader

From the beginning of your relationship with Yone, you always felt something was... off about him. Of course, that was a given, especially considering how little everybody knew about him.

Nobody truly knew a thing about Yone, other than the simple facts: He loved cold brew, was a Taurus, was an INFJ, and frequently micromanaged the chaotic life he and his friends lead.

Overall, Yone was a private person, preferring to not manage any socials, let alone be a figure in the spotlight on television Instead, he would occasionally hop onto corporate socials to answer any burning questions the Heartbeats had regarding new projects, songs, or tour dates. He'd stray towards the back and allow his friends to have the front floor. It's how he preferred things to be.

Upon meeting you, Yone never believed he could fall in love with someone as conservative as himself. Someone who preferred to keep the intimate details to oneself and valued a small circle. A person who didn't want to put all their personal information, memories, and photos out for the public to gaze upon.

It seemed fate had a way of drawing the two of you together- Him to you and you to him.

And ensnared within the jaws of Yone's adoration, his obsession, the desperate producer took all measures necessary to root out every fragment of information he could about you. His torment to understand you was extreme. Yone was extreme.

"There's still so much I have yet to discover about you..." "Heh... I could say the same to you."

Secrets Yone always confined and kept to himself effortlessly flowed past his lips when it came to you. Yone was hungry to know all the little things about you that the world didn't know. And the world just may... Never truly know a thing about you either.

Because you were- for the most part- off the grid, it didn't make it hard for Yone to keep you all to himself. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to do just that. Why should the world get to know you as intimately as he did?

"I'm thinking about making an Instagram account..." you voiced aloud, staring at your phone. This immediately caught the attentive ears of Yone. Turning your attention to your boyfriend, you failed to notice how he tensed up, lips forming a tight line. His trepidatious fingers bounced on the rim of his mug.

"Is that so?" he began in a low and quiet tone.

You shrugged, "I mean it could be a nice place to put all of our memories!" Yone chuckled coldly, shrugging his shoulders. And with that, he picked up his mug and made his way over to you.

"Sure, sure, sure... I'm just worried that this will take away the mystery from our love lives." Your brows furrowed in confusion. So the producer continued.

"You know... Putting our business out in the public? Honestly... The last thing I want is for the fans to say something to you. You know how they act when one of us starts dating... Constantly prying for information, wanting to know more..."

He cleared his throat, "...I just don't want to put you under the spotlight, you know- public scrutiny could hurt."

"Yeah, I get it." You responded, forlorn that your lover didn't seem invested in the idea.

Yone wrapped his arms around you from behind the couch, and with a sigh, pressed his lips to your temple. "Ultimately, it's your decision. I'm just worried you'll become overwhelmed with all the attention."

Nodding your head, you pushed your head against his neck. "You might be right about that. I'll think on it a bit longer before deciding."

Still, even with a decision that still had yet to be sorted out, Yone still wasn't pleased with it. He hated that he was out of control. He hated that you were even considering putting yourself out there!

It made him feel like someone could easily take you away from him- Like others would have the ability to uncover all of the secrets that should only be confined between you and him!

So he made the hard decision to lie to you one evening.

"The fans have become quite violent lately." He voiced, looking at an article on his laptop. "They're starting to bump up our security. Or at least, that is the plan I've decided..." Yone sighed. A look of concern crossed your face.

"Why?" You questioned, cautiously walking over.

Yone turned his head to peer towards where you were standing. "There's... A rumor going around. Heartbeats are speculating that I'm dating someone." He informed with a forged sadness on his face, watching your eyes widen in shock.

And how he loved the look of fear in your eyes.

He had you in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his finger. He knew if he scared you just a little bit you'll be at his mercy. Yone knew you'd come around and listen to him.

"I'm sorry..." "Don't be. It's not your fault. I should have done a better job of protecting you."

You shook your head stubbornly. "Stop. You shouldn't be beating yourself up over this, Yone. You do plenty to protect me." You rushed over, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You felt for a second that if you let go, you would lose him. You felt... afraid.

Aimlessly, you were trying to feel a sense of security, one of which Yone would happily provide with his following statements:

"It's best the two of us just lay low for now. Okay?" He smiled, kissing the top of your forehead.

"As long as you listen to me, I'll keep you safe in my arms. Always."

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I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing.

Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. This is still a bit of fluff, honestly. Also Buggy gets drunk near the end of the chapter. He's also just a bit clingy but we kind of knew that at this point.

A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

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Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 12

He didn't want to wait.

Buggy was impatient. You told him it was another two months until you were officially done with your apprenticeship. That was 8 weeks. 60 days. Could he wait that long to ask you to marry him? It wasn't like the two of you were going to get married minutes after he asked, right? So he could ask, give you a ring, and seal the deal. That's all he had to do.

Right now he was sitting in the kitchen after dinner while you fixed his gloves. You said there was something wrong with the stitching with one of them, something you had noticed earlier in the day, and he wasn't going to argue with you since you were the professional with this kind of stuff, not him.

So while you fixed his gloves, he told you about some of his adventures on the sea in recent years, about fighting off more vicious crews, claiming victory, and all the treasure he found. You listened intently as you ran your fingers over the seams of one his gloves while your sewing kit sat untouched on the table.

He didn't need to know it was a little lie to spend more time with him.

“That's amazing, Buggy!” You told him as he finished his latest tale. A small part of you wondered about how true some of what he told you was, but you didn't really care. You liked seeing how animated he became when he spoke, hands gesturing wildly and his expressive face. It was a nice sight to see. “I'm almost done with your gloves.”

“Take your time, babe.” He grinned as he leaned back in his seat, watching as you looked over the gloves. They were both inside out while you checked over the seams of one of them. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm, just wanted to make sure the seams were strong, that's all.” You replied as you finished up. “They should be fine now.”

“What do I owe for this?” Buggy asked, watching as you worked.

You shrugged as you handed them back to him, watching him slide them back onto his hands. “I take lunch dates for payment.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“Don't you have the seas to conquer?” You chuckled. “Aren't you tired of me yet?”

He reached across the table, taking your hands in his own. “Never. I'll never be tired of you. I'm going to marry you so I want to start getting used to seeing you every day.”

You smiled and shook your head as you leaned back in your seat. “Yea, but you still have things to do.”

“I can stick around for another week.” Buggy insisted.

“You're sweet.” You said as you stood up from the table. “If you're sure, I imagine my boss can find more things for you to do around the shop.”

“Do I get paid at least?” Buggy frowned. You went over and gave him a kiss.

“You can share my bed, how about that?” You suggested as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, nodding in agreement. “Good. I know Miss Pins already made a list. She'll appreciate the help.”

Wait, what. He opened his eyes and frowned. “She already has a list? Was this your plan, woo me to stay here and then put me to work?”

“No, no, not at all.” You chuckled. “But if it was, it seemed to work. Now, I’ll let you stay the night again if you want, but if you need to return to your ship I understand.”

He probably should return to his ship, but he didn’t want to be away from you. Now that he knew he was going to marry you, even if he had to wait (he really didn’t want to wait), it was harder for him to spend even an hour away from you. There was still that thought of someone better coming along who would steal you away from him, and he didn’t want to risk that.

“Oh, Buggy, can I ask you something?”

Buggy looked up at you, still leaning against you as you stroked his hair. “Anything.”

“Well, after I’m done here, I’m planning on heading back to visit my parents for a bit. There’s usually a big family reunion.” You told him, twirling locks of his hair around your fingers. “Is that something you’d want to come with me for? I have a big family, so if it’s too much, I understand.”

Wait, meet the family? Was that something he would have to do? “How… big of a family?”

“Big.” You chuckled. “I can’t even count how many cousins I have.”

Honestly, no, it didn't sound like a good time to him but he should at least meet your parents, right? That's what people did. So he nodded, agreeing to this, even if he may end up regretting it.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. “I'll let you know when it happens.”

He begrudgingly did the list of things Miss Pins wanted over the course of a few days before he had to head back to his ship. The only good thing about doing those things was spending more time with you. He needed to do some kind of piracy after being away from the ship for a few days, so you kissed him before saying goodbye, which he was fine with.

Buggy was planning on finding the perfect ring. He didn't want to wait. He would come back with the perfect ring, a bouquet of flowers, and propose, even if you weren't done yet.

It was about three weeks before you saw Buggy again. He came bursting into the shop, throwing the door open before hunching over, panting heavily. You looked up from your work with Benji while Miss Pins stood at the counter. She raised an eyebrow as she gave him a look over.

“Where's the fire, Captain?” She asked as he slumped against the door frame. He managed to glare at her as he started to recover, but you got up and hurried over to him to help him to a chair.

“Buggy, what's wrong?” You asked as Miss Pins went to shut the door. “Why are you running?”

He held up a bouquet of petalless flowers for you, no doubt having been knocked around in the running. You took them from him with a smile while Benji pretended to gag. Then Buggy reached into his pocket and slid down onto his knees in front of you while taking your hand in his.

This was it. He had rehearsed what he had wanted to say as he ran to the shop, but it all left his brain as he looked up at you, feeling the gaze of Miss Pins and Benji on him as you just watched him. He stiffened up, sweating bullets as he stared up at you nervously. Were you going to say yes or was this just a lead up to a cruel joke from you?

“Wait, is he actually proposing to you, Sunny?!” Benji exclaimed. “Ew! Why?”

“Oh shush.” Miss Pins said, crossing her arms as she watched the scene in front of her. “He hasn't actually said anything yet. Sunny, you don't have to say or agree to anything, you know.”

“Just ignore them, Buggy.” You said, shaking your head. “You know my answer, you don't have to actually ask.”

“Y-Yea, but I can't just assume!” Buggy stammered as he held the ring up and you managed not to laugh. The stone on the ring was honestly as big as his nose, but bright blue in color and very, very impractical for you to wear on a daily basis since you used your hands for everything. He cleared his throat and tried to slide the ring onto your finger but it was unfortunately too small for your finger. Buggy looked defeated but you took the ring and pulled him up to his feet.

“The ring is too small.” Benji whispered to Miss Pins.

“He didn't actually say anything.” She muttered. You rolled your eyes at their comments.

“Yes, Buggy, I'll marry you.” You told him; his eyes widened and he stood up straight, glancing over at your boss and associate with a smug look on his face.

“Ha! I didn't even have to ask her.” He said rather proudly. “She accepted without hesitation.”

The two of them rolled their eyes, of course he would say that. You stuck your tongue out at them before turning back to give Buggy a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly before lifting you up and spinning you around excitedly.

“We’re getting married!” He cheered.

“Yes, yes, we are.” You laughed, patting him on the chest to put you down. “I only have a few more weeks, Buggy, then we need to visit my family.”

Oh, right, the family. Your massive family you mentioned. He was going to meet them. No, it would be fine. He wouldn’t let that worry him. He was a pirate captain, that had to impress some of them, right? It would be fine. Just fine. He didn’t need to worry.

You stayed the night with him on the ship. His crew wanted to celebrate their captain’s engagement with a loud party. While Buggy had been shy and flustered back in the shop when he asked, it was different when he was with his crew. He was showing you off, embellishing the story of your engagement, saying how you cried (you didn’t), how his speech wooed you (he didn’t say a word), and that you said you couldn’t wait to marry him (you didn’t say that but you did want to marry him). He was proud of the ring he stole and found a chain to string it on so you could wear it so it would deter others from chasing after you in the coming weeks.

It was fun, you had just one drink while Buggy got himself pretty drunk. It was past midnight when you finally convinced him to go to bed, and you ignored how red in the face he got when you said that, his drunken brain misinterpreting your words again when you led him to his room and helped him take his coat and shoes off.

“D-Dontcha wanna wait til the h-honeymoon?” He slurred. You rolled your eyes before draping his coat over the back of a chair and setting his shoes beside it. “I-I mean, I’m good, I’m up for anything.”

“You need to sleep, Captain Buggy.” You told him as you took his bandana off next, helping shake his hair loose from being tucked under it for most of the day. “We aren’t having sex, okay?”

“Oh.” He frowned up at you, swaying a bit as he sat on the bed. “You wanna though, right? I don’t… my body doesn’t gross you out, does it?”

“It doesn’t, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled the covers back on his bed. He rubbed his face and squinted in your direction.

“Are… are you staying the night?” Buggy asked. You sighed softly and nodded, smiling at him as you took your own shoes off before climbing into bed. His eyes lit up when you did that and he scrambled under the covers to latch onto you once you were under the blankets. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You told him, kissing him on the forehead as he snuggled up against you, his head resting on your chest as your arms went around him. “I need to get used to it since I’m marrying you.”

He glanced up at you, face red as he smiled brightly. “You are, aren’t you! I’m marrying you and you’re gonna marry me and I’m gonna be the happiest man ever!”

This was a different drunk Buggy from the one you encountered on his birthday, and it was nice seeing him so happy, even if it was influenced by alcohol. You just stroked his cheek, smiling as he nestled his face against you as he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he was asleep, snoring loudly. And tomorrow you would wake up before him, fix him breakfast, and start your day back at the shop. It was only a few more weeks before you would be done, and it was a little sad and kind of scary, but you were excited to be moving onto a new chapter of your life with Buggy.

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“Keep moving.” Eric grunted. He was still healing and irritated. Noddin you hurried along after him. He must have been injured pretty badly if he wasn’t using his vampire abilities to get away.

The woods still surrounded you both Pam wouldn’t notice that neither of you had gotten home for hours so there was no choice but to keep moving and hope that you weren’t caught by the creature. You hadn’t seen what it was closely but it had been big and furry, able to claw at Eric as he sent you in the opposite direction.

“It’s your fault we’re out here.” Eric grumbled as he winced and flinched, rubbing his side.

“You didn’t need to come.” You said firmly and refused to falter as his gaze fixed on you.

“Yes, well. For some irrational reason, I decided to come and keep you alive. I should have thought longer on the matter.” Eric said and suddenly hurried ahead. You sighed and stopped for a moment, hearing a rustle behind you as you muttered under your breath.

"If you’re looking for the word that means caring about someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, it’s love. And when you love someone you don’t stop, ever. Even when people roll their eyes, and call you crazy. Even then. Especially then." You said to yourself and kicked at a loose rock. It rolled and caught on the uneven ground and slid under your foot causing you to fall backwards. Eric caught you and shook his head.

“You know very little about who I love. Now stop stumbling about. I found a car on the road over this way.” Eric helped you to your feet and led you through the woods to a bewildered and terrified-looking person in a car at the side of the road. The rustling in the woods grew louder and you panicked. “In! Get in!” He growled out and shoved you into the car. The beast burst out of the woods as he slammed the door and demanded that the driver drive off. In your fright, you’d clutched onto Eric’s hand. He held yours gently, more gently than you held his, and stroked your hand with his thumb as he kept a close watch out of the window.

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one time reader dreams of shinji * and one time he comes home.

no warnings. part two to this. (can be read seperate) gen. neutral reader. fluff, angst if you squint, past arc shinji

The morning you come to see Shinji, he's already gone.

Urahara doesn’t have long to explain what happened when he stands in front of you in the Twelfth’s courtyard, as he’s whisked away to Central 46 before he can say much.

You doubt he’d be able to answer all your questions. You also doubt that you’d want the answers.

This doesn’t change when Aizen Sosuke knocks on your door the day after.

“Captain Urahara has been exiled.” He says, then goes on about how much his superior, Hirako-san meant to him, a life lost by the treacherous greed of the Shinigami. You tune him out, sitting cross-legged on the tatami flooring across from him, sipping the sake he brought quietly, ‘honoring your dead.’

Then he says, “I’ll be sworn in as Fifth Division Captain soon.”

You think of Aizen Sosuke wearing the haori that Shinji wore. Sleeping in the same room Shinji used to, and you feel lightheaded.

Blaming it on the sake, you bid him goodbye. Curling up on the floor and trading in your sake glass for a swig from the bottle is how you sleep that night.

Collapse, Sakanade.

The first dream you have of Hirako Shinji is clear, vibrant and loud.

You’re sitting outside his Captain quarters, freshly washed white haori folded on your lap, the sun warming your skin. The air smells like vanilla, soap and a weird mixture of something hot, like a chemical of sorts, with fresh honeysuckle. A human smell, you’ve never smelled that before.

There’s a soft melody echoing from Shinji’s room, it’s almost romantic, kind of vulgar. The person singing says dirty things in a poetic way, it makes you chuckle a little, only Shinji would take delight in such a thing.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting outside and waiting for him. This is supposed to be Aizen’s job. But for some reason, your captain selfishly leaves his personal matters to you. You’ve lost all strength to complain, Hiyori-san sympathizes with your struggle.

Your captain is a stubborn manchild, who’s now late for the Captain’s meeting.

“Eh, ya noddin’ off or somethin’?” Shinji’s voice startles you out of your inner thoughts.

“You’re late.” You abruptly stand up and give him a shove, stuffing him into his haori, draping the fabric over his shoulders. “Ain’t my fault.” He tucks his arms in obediently while you hold up his long hair.

He walks in front of you, and you follow behind in earnest as you make your way to the First Divison’s barracks. You pause in your stride when you take a glimpse at his hair, the golden strands oilier, a bit more tame than usual.

You smell it again, this time on your fingers. That human smell, something hot, a chemical, fresh honeysuckle. Your palms are shiny with oil sheen from moving his hair aside to dress him.

“Did you do something to your hair?”

Shinji is caught off guard, and he throws a wide-eyed look your way. You swear there’s a faint hint of something rosy on his cheeks. Your captain is blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Just hairspray, ‘s all.”

You nod, and he slows his steps, you’re both walking side by side now. The silence hangs with something else, and he side eyes you, “Talk ta me.”

And you feel compelled to say what’s on your mind. Shinji’s gaze is strained on the side of your face, studying the curve of your jaw while he waits expectedly, his heart pounding.

“Hirako-san,” you begin, voice soft. “What is hairspray?”

Shinji’s face flushes.

You shift in bed, eyes prying open slowly. You turn to lay on your back, gazing up at the dim ceiling of your room.

You bring a hand up to touch your hair.

Brief inhale.

Something warm, a chemical of some kind, fresh honeysuckle.

You're going to be late if you don't leave now.

You’re standing in the First Division’s barracks, white haori draped over your shoulders, body stiff and posture straight. Captain Commander Yamamoto summoned you hours ago, instructed you to abandon your duties for today, to lay in wait in the hall until told otherwise.

You think to yourself that this must be your lieutenant’s doing. Or one of your beloved subordinates. It’s no secret that you barely sleep. Being a workaholic is a great attribute that you’ve always been praised for since your academy days. But who only ever sleeps to dream?

You sympathize. You’ve gone and worried your subordinates about your health. So much that they’ve turned to the Captain Commander.

What kind of Captain have you become?

You’ve no time to mull on your thoughts, as a foreign reiatsu approaches. You feel it, a few steps behind. How did it take you so long to notice them?

“You’re a captain now.”

Your entire body stills, and you turn.

Shinji’s wearing a white yukata, slouching as if he’s trying to meet your eyes even from a few feet away.

He knows he’s wrong. Selfish even, with the way he expects to be welcomed with open arms and soft caresses, whispers of sweet nothings. And maybe, if he’s a little luckier in this life, if such an existence can even be called a life, you’ll tell him he’s never left your mind, not once.

But it’s been a hundred years. And then some.

He’s never known you to be forgiving. It’s one of the reasons he fell in love with you over a century ago. Not that he’s ever said it out loud, to himself or anyone else. He didn’t even know he was. No, not until that night.

You look older, a few inches taller. Your hair is a little longer, it looks different though, some kind of oil sheen perhaps. You’re a captain. You look stronger, feel stronger. He can tell with the way your reiatsu is bouncing off him so effortlessly.

“You cut your hair.”

Shinji tilts his head to the side, his blonde bob comically swaying as he does. And he grins, baring his teeth. “Women in the World of the Living laughed.”

They never really took him seriously with long hair. Not that they even take him seriously with his new hairdo anyway.

He cut his hair the night he left. The braid is sitting in a box somewhere at the Visoreds’ base. Whatever’s left of the base. Not that he’d say that out loud either.

“When are you leaving?” You ask, clinging to something that may be nothing at all. You want to hear him say he’ll leave, that way you’ll know you’re dreaming again.

It’s temporary, always.

“Who said anything ‘bout leavin’?” Shinji takes a few steps forward. There’s no ring on your finger. There’s nothing in your eyes that say you want him to go. He’s grasping at straws here.

Tell me no one has your heart. Tell me no one’s touched you since I’ve been away. Sorry, I'm so selfish.

There’s a silence, for a moment that feels like eternity. An eternity incomparable to the time you’ve spent apart from him.

“I dreamt of you.” You say, it’s soft, as if you’re reconsidering what to say even now.

“Bad dreams?” He asks, hesitant, fighting himself on whether he should reach out and touch you, hold you close the same way he always imagined he did.

“Only good.” You reply, and it makes you meet his eyes. He’s not the Shinji you met all those years ago. Not your Captain, nor the man who lives inside your dreams.

“That’s what scares me.” Something in his eyes tells you that part of him is dead and gone.

You look away.

Shinji, with bated breath, closes the preconceived gap of a thousand meters between you two, his hand takes yours. “Look at me.”

He prays you recognize him. Prays you see something in him that you still want. The war is over, but not for him. Not until you say you want him.

You meet his eyes. There’s over a century worth of untold things between his eyes and yours. “Hirako—” You’ve never recalled him looking this troubled.

Smile, Hirako-san. It hurts me to see you in pain.

“Do you still talk in your sleep?”

Shinji smiles, just a little. “Only when ‘m dreamin’ of us.”

It makes you smile. Some things time never alter.

“Why did you come back?” You ask, fingers interlocked with his.

“Cause ya called.” Shinji replies. You furrow your brows in confusion. He only laughs, baring his teeth in that same wide grin. In your sleep, you called. “So I came.”

I came, because you asked me to.

You laugh next, a throaty one, full of smiles.

No, you didn’t. You came because you wanted to.

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