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hideyoshi is never living this down

like i imagine his soul leaves his body every time someone brings it up

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Just me, or does anyone else think this is something Comte would do? Will definitely would too 😂

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Yearly mitsuhide

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playing napoleon's route again for his sequel release and...

Theo is way meaner then I remember him being in the early routes 😭

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What is that? (a tattooed reader)

Summary: You tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

Words: 1716

Warnings: reader have tattoos. Platonic relationships. More like friendships.

Can you tell I have favorites? Only Isaac, Mozart, Jean, Arhur, Vincent, Theo, Napoleon and Sebastian show up. Le Comte is vaguely mentioned.

If you're curious to see the tattoos, I linked their images in their respective descriptions throughout the fanfic.

“What is that, mademoiselle?” 

You're helping Sebastian with breakfast, moving around the dining room, but you’ve been feeling a strong stare for a while. You're already accustomed to everyone, so you don't mind. You knew that if it was Isaac trying to muster the courage to ask you something, he would eventually do it. But it’s Jean’s voice, and it catches your attention because he usually eats in silence; and he sounds unsure and curious.

You set Arthur’s coffee in front of him while you glance at the table and everything you and Sebastian made. Perhaps there's something he doesn't know, like when you baked him macarons, but today's menu is the same as usual.

“What is what?”

“That thing,” he points in your direction. 

Isaac, Mozart, Vincent, and Theo are already having breakfast too, but they pause to glance at you, curious about what Jean is talking about. You feel a bit self-conscious and briefly inspect your clothes. Did you spill something? Fortunately, no. 

“I don’t follow, Jean.”

“That thing you have here,” he points at his own back. “I’ve seen it since I sat here to eat, but I can’t understand.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and look over your shoulder, Arthur takes advantage that you’re still by his side to lean backwards on his chair and measure you up and down — and definitely stare at your ass.

“Stop it, perv,” you playfully spat the writer’s arm, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Ah, I think Master Jean is talking about your tattoo,” Sebastian tries to help, pointing at his own nape.

Realization finally hits you. Since arriving at the mansion, you've been exclusively wearing long clothes that cover almost your entire body. However, summer started a few weeks ago, and you've been feeling the full force of the heat. It's scorching every day, and at times, you wake up covered in sweat. You've been yearning for an air conditioner or even just a simple fan. So you bought lighter clothes recently — aka Comte bought you a whole summer wardrobe as a gift. What you're wearing today is just an off-the-shoulder dress, so the front and back necklines are a bit lower than usual, but not by much. However, you tied your hair in a high ponytail that morning, and it was enough for the tip of your tattoo to be visible. You've had it for so long that you're used to it, and sometimes you forget it's there — plus, you forgot that they've never seen it before.

“What is that?” Jean is even more curious now, evident from the way he furrows his brow.

“It's a drawing on my body, made with a special kind of paint that never fades. It's a form of art.”

“Really?” You've piqued Theo's interest in art. “And what is it?”

“Music,” and now you’ve piqued Mozart’s interest in music. He doesn’t really show it, but you know him well enough to see when he’s curious. “Well, kinda. It goes a little down my spine, but it’s safe to show. Sebastian, can you help me, please?”

The butler nods and approaches you. You turn your back and move your ponytail to the side for a better view, while Sebastian lowers your neckline slightly so the others can satisfy their curiosity and see it.

It starts just at the end of your nape and goes 5 inches down. It’s an all-black DNA drawing with musical notes on the middle lines, a representation of a metronome pendulum on top, and a treble clef at the bottom. The middle actually has the same number of lines as a music sheet, and the notes can be read as the first five notes of your favorite song.

There’s only silence for a few moments, and as you turn around, you see that they're still staring at you. You think Theo hadn't even blinked until now because he suddenly blinks a lot, and his eyes meet yours.

“It’s pretty!” Vicent smiles like the angel he is. “Is it a real song?”

“It is,” Mozart hums the notes, his eyes conveying that he knows it’s your favorite song.

You've told him once, when you went to the music room to give him an afternoon snack. You were already friends (kind of), so when you saw he wasn't there at the moment, you knew he wouldn't mind if you sat down and softly played it; so you did. The next thing you knew, he was barging into the music room to scold whoever had the audacity to touch his piano, but he stopped when he saw you. He may have asked you to write down the notes so he could play it with you.

“Oh, yeah, you played it for us in the last banquet,” Isaac remembers.

“Does it hurt?” Jean asked, curious again. 

“No, not anymore. It hurt when I was getting it done. Boy, that was one hell of a ride,” you laugh. “But it’s been years, so it’s all healed and okay now.”

“It suits you, hondje. Do you have more?”

“I do!” You beam at them, feeling all bubbly inside. It's lovely how they always show interest in anything about you and remember what you like. “It’s on my thigh.” You use the tip of your toes to put more leverage on your right leg, grabbing a fistful of the skirt of your dress. You lift it to show them your tattoo, but a hand stops you when it's reaching your knee.

“Nunuche, what the hell?” 

Napoleon had just woken up and was joining you in the dining room. Did you say something about your thigh? He was still a little sleepy, so he thought he heard you wrong. But then you grabbed your dress… What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He was at your side in the blink of an eye, gripping your wrists tightly and looking at you with a panic expression. It’d certainly be red in a second, if the loud slap sound was any indication. 

And that’s how you make vampires choke on their foods and drinks. You look at them, a confused expression on your face. Isaac spat his tea all over his plate and is now coughing to clear his throat. Jean dropped his fork, frozen in his chair. Mozart is blinking in a frenzy, his mug in such a tight grip on his hand that his knuckles are white. Vincent is blushing furiously, his mouth agape. Theo is actually amused, and you clearly heard Arthur complaining to Napoleon that it was just getting good. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, startled. 

“MC, just remember we’re not in the 21st century,” Sebastian says, clearly holding a smirk. 

You feel your entire face heat up. Oh my God! That was certainly an uncomfortable situation. But you were so used to them; they made you feel at home, so you didn’t really think about what you were doing.

“Oh, right, sorry,” You chuckle and blush under the intensity of their stares. “But it’s no big deal, really. Sebastian and le Comte have already seen it.”

“Say that again?” Theo asks as his gaze drifts to the butler, just like everyone else's. 

“It’s nothing weird!” You can almost feel the emperor’s grip tightening. Sometimes he was so overprotective — they all were, and it was both endearing and funny. You huff. “We were talking about the 21st century, and I told Sebas that I have tattoos and showed him. Simple as that. Lots of people wear clothes that show a lot of skin in modern days. Do you think I would lift my dress to show the tattoo when I’m right next to Arthur if it wasn’t okay?” You deadpan Napoleon.

“Hey!” The writer complains, but everybody ignores him. You do have a point.

Napoleon frowns, but slowly releases you. You look at the others and just from a look they know you’ll be mad if they freak out again, so they try to act cool. Keyword: try. They’re staring so much you think they’ll open a hole in your thigh, but at least they’re quiet. You lift the dress just a little more and your tattoo is finally showing. It’s colorful and about the same size as the other. There’s white fine lines connecting dots, forming the Leo constellation, with a blue-purple watercolor background.

“Yes, luv! Now that’s a good breakfast,” Arthur smirks and places his elbow on the table to support his head as he looks at you. He’s so glad that Jean started this conversation while you were still beside him. Napoleon purses his lips and glares at the writer, but he knows better than to start a fight. His nunuche wouldn't let him live it down. 

“What the fuck is that?” Theo raises an eyebrow. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the art, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s supposed to be.

“Theo, language,” Vincent scolds his brother. He doesn’t want you to think they don’t like it.

“Is it upside down?” Jean frowns and tilts his head, trying to get a different angle, but it doesn’t make a difference.

"It's the Leo constellation," you chuckle and glance at Isaac, knowing he would understand. He enjoyed stargazing and always invited you to join him, especially after discovering your shared interest — then he started rambling about physics and astronomy, and you were lost.

“Oh, the stars,” Vincent says.

"So," Theo begins, and you can tell from his amused tone that he's about to say something to make you blush, "you have one that resembles Mozart and another that resembles Isaac."

“No, no. It’d have to be an apple for Newt,” Arthur grins when the poor physicist blushes as red as… the mentioned fruit.

“You’re the worst,” Isaac mumbles under his breath.

You chuckle at their banter. “So that’s it,” you say, releasing your dress. “We have a lot of things to do. So finish your breakfasts quickly.” You clap your hands twice.

“Indeed,” Sebastian nods in agreement.

You have moments of silence after that and you go back to work, but you feel the stares the whole day. You know they still have so much to say and ask, but they stay quiet.

You have some “not-so-permanent tattoos” now — and they might have helped do some.

I don't have tattoos yet, but I really want it. I'd make the first one, but with colors.

Crossposted on AO3.

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Since I'm currently at Rouen, I feel like it's the right opportunity to share you those,

When le Comte saved Jean from the stake, the 30th May 1431 at Rouen,

Don't repost, only reblog

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Sasuke's romantic & dramatic full love bonus side story is hillarious! (They're all in his POV)

Everyone drilled Sasuke with the exception of Nobunaga because his role is to isolate Mai from Sasuke with the help of Masamune's dishes 😂

I find the thought of Mai and Nobunaga just innocently enjoying some of the best snacks on the side so adorable!

Sasuke barely made it out alive. Again. Also he calls them nosey in-laws HAHAHA

Sasuke called the letters from the Azuchi fam "cursed letters". Just shows how nervous and scared he is about what he's about to face. I wonder if he prefers the greetings of swords of Kasugayama over this Azuchi trip.

and! Mitsuhide smokes??

Mitsuhide please 😂

Bonus:

I-

I did not expect that reply 😂 made me scrunitise Mitsuhide's eyelashes and to agree with him

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Clingy Mornings

Bruce Wayne x Wife!reader, Batbots x Batmom

IN WHICH your clinginess towards your husband never fails to disgust your sons.

WC: 1.5k

“And where'd you think you're going?” The sudden sound of your voice, albeit muffled partly by your pillow and sleepiness, startled your husband from his sitting place at the edge of your shared bed. You could barely even see with the morning grogginess clouding your iris, yet Bruce’s defined back muscles somewhat managed to break through your view. 

Bringing a hand up to wipe at your eyes, you couldn’t help but relish in the sight of your husband’s fine muscles flexing as he turned to meet your eyes. The way his bicep laid there all deliciously as he tipped all of his body weight onto one arm, the other moving up to caress at your cheek lovingly. There was no denying the pure adoration that swam through his beautiful blue iris, they spoke for themselves. 

“Well one of us has to be downstairs before Alfred decides that we’ve had enough sleeping time and barges into our room.” he chuckled slightly, a rare instance for The Batman, yet he’d only show this side when he was Bruce Wayne alongside you. His beautiful wife and mother of his children, adopted or not, they were yours. He had to force himself and resist the urge to chuckle as he watched your expression morph into a pout, your delicate hand pulling at his arm as you tried to get him back under the sheets with you. 

“Cmon Bruce, just a few more minutes.” you pleaded, tiredness still evident in your voice but it progressively faded the more you stayed up begging your husband to fall asleep with you again. Your hopes spike as Bruce laid behind you for a second, but the fact that he was laying on his forearm and elbow immediately crushed all of your hopes. His warm palm never left your cheek once, making you snuggle deeper into the palm that was just as big as your face. 

“I’d love to, trust me. But are you sure that you don’t want to see those demons of yours before they leave?” Of course he’d do that, of course Bruce would use your beloved children as bait for you to accompany him downstairs and finally leave the bed. You grunted something along the lines of ‘well then you better carry me’ in the crook of his neck as you threw your arms around his shoulders. This time Bruce couldn’t resist chuckling as he grabbed you delicately by the hips, hosting you onto his lap as he stood up from the plush mattress. 

Bruce hadn’t complained once about your clinginess. Truth to be told you’d been like this since the night before because you had rarely seen your beloved Bruce for nearly a whole ass week. It wasn’t unusual that you both wouldn’t see each other, on days that you’d be busy with work and on nights that the city’s menaces just wouldn’t rest. But recently everything had just been too much, too many meetings, too many villains and yet not enough time.

You winced as his hands came to lay across the bruises that now decorated your hips, two huge hand marks engraved into your skin as a remnant of the previous night. Needless to say that the reunion sex had you reaching for the stars, and the faint ache between your legs was a constant reminder of just what Bruce’s perfect girth could do to you. 

Your husband moved his hands with expertise as he descended the stairs, having only one hand under your ass to support your weight as the other laid along your back. You weren’t even concerned about a potential fall, because your husband did happen to be Batman, and his strength was unmeasured to your body weight. No matter what it was. 

Dick had been the first to notice his father walk into the living room, not that it was hard to notice him considering the absolute unit of a man that your 6’4 husband was. Your eldest son was perched up on the sofa, a bowl full of cereal and milk as the TV played in the background. He froze at first, unable to see you from your buried position in Bruce’s chest. Dick was afraid that you’d walk in shortly after you dear husband and start ripping one off on your son for eating on your couch, because even as the grown ass man that he now was, Dick was the messiest eater that you’d ever seen.

Though luckily for him that never came because it seemed like you had better plans, which included being stuck all day to your husband. No exaggeration. He watched in amusement as Bruce sat down amongst his children on the sofa, Damian not even displaying an ounce of attention towards his father as his eyes strained on the TV. could tell that it was a lazy morning for the both of you, even if Bruce claimed that it wasn’t for him. He had been clearly too bothered to dress before going down, instead clad in nothing but a pair of black boxers that he’d quickly thrown on in the morning. His warm, bare skin brought warmth against your clothed one, making you cling to him even harder than you previously were. 

Dick couldn’t help the smile growing upon his lips as he noticed the way your hands were clamped tightly around Bruce’s neck alongside the way your legs caged his waist. Like a clingy koala, he thought. 

You’d not moved from your position upon arrival, and at first your children could’ve thought that you were sleeping, and that Bruce was the clingy one after having snatched you from the comfort of your bed to snuggle with you downstairs on the couch.

Although they quickly found their assumptions to be wrong as they watched Bruce hand move up to your lower back, rubbing it adoringly before he gently tapped you to move and cuddle his side so he could eat. The bowl of cereal that he’d quickly grabbed from Alfred sat on the table staring at him, and his stomach was yelling for it. 

You squeezed in between Bruce and Damian as you climbed off your husband's lap, offering him the limited space that he’d get for the rest of the week. By all means you were still cuddled up to his side, an arm wrapped around his bicep as you rested your head on his bulging muscles. 

In the back of your mind, you heard a little voice telling you that this morning was all too weird. Why? Because the living room was far too silent for it to harbour all four of your children at once in. Maybe If you’d both been a little more aware you would’ve caught the sight of Jason trying and desperately failing in his attempts of ‘secretly’ snapping a picture of you both since the moment you’d walked in. 

Bruce could be sure that in a few hours he’d get a ping from his phone and a bunch of notifications about some sort of instagram post that your son has posted about the seemingly intimidating Bruce Wayne cuddling up to his wife. The caption would read ‘Bruce Wayne has gone soft, nobody is safe from the softpocalypse anymore’, but you didn’t know that as of now. 

Maybe you’d catch sight of that devilish grin adorning your youngest’s face, yet again that was nothing new. Or maybe you would have been able to notice the way Tim would often part from his beloved cup of coffee to check if Jason got the right angle. Although Bruce would admit later on that there’s no shame in showing some well deserved love to your spouse, he’d most definitely ground them all for playing this little ‘prank’ on him. 

You slowly returned in Bruce’s embrace after watching whatever idiotic movie that Dick had put on for god knows how long. Bruce’s bowl now empty and sitting on the coffee table before you. You took it as a sign that you could retake your spot within his arms, and your brooding husband didn’t even complain once as you got comfortable. With your face now buried in the warmth of his neck once again, you couldn’t help yourself but to give him a chaste kiss here and there.

“In front of my coffee.” you paused your movements at the disgusted tone in Tim’s words, effectively getting your other son’s to turn towards you both. You relished in their disgusted disagreeing, carefree laughter escaping you while blocking whatever sound came from the TV. You watched as your boys all left the room one by one to go on with their days, claiming that they can’t stand you two being ‘too in love’ because it was far too disgusting.

A solid minute after the room regained its original silence, save for the soft sounds of the movie still playing, Bruce allowed himself to relax in your arms. He slid down the sofa in a lazy position, keeping you tightly trapped in his embrace as he rested his head above yours. Hands regaining their comforting motions above your back, a rare and cocky smile graced Bruce’s face. Now that the whole mansion knew that you both were up and going, all in your ‘disgusting’ clinginess, he could only guess when the next person who dared to walk upon you both would come and disturb you. 

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Hope my bruce girlies eat this shit up. also this is UNEDITED😔

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I feckin love this trend…

Back to daddy Shingen to kill the burnout!

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1st January 2023

Happy New year :)

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Let's go on a fruit together, you and I

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I’ve been itching to draw full-on realism portraits again because I’m worried I’ve gone rusty. I don’t even remember when was the last one I did. The Nobu one I did recently still counts more as “semi-anime-semi-realism” because the proportions of the face is more cartoony (I tend to draw faces a bit long and thin).

Kennyo’s robes really make me angry, LOL. The chain with the tassels always looks different in every single CG, so it’s like… I have no idea what it’s supposed to be like (and somehow I feel that Yama-sensei herself doesn’t know either). Oh well, I tried. 

Kind of a redo of an old art. 

I honestly don’t remember when I did the old one, but file timestamp says October 2017, so I will assume that’s accurate. 

Not entirely a fair comparison, though, since with the old art it’s not really “realism”. I stuck more closely to the anime sprite before, while with the new one I was trying my best to make him look like an actual human being. That’s why the old Kennyo painting looks angrier LOL, because he has really sharp eyes and eyebrows in the sprite: 

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Arthur sending this to Theo:

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Sorry for the wait! Here's our sweet Ieyasu 💛

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Free feet pic? In this economy?

Sebastian's 6th birthday 🎂

Credit to Cybired

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Appreciative

Dick Grayson x reader

Warning: smut, drugs mentioned in a case, creepy guy hitting on reader.

Dick tried his best to not be the overbearing boyfriend in public. He knew that you had a quick tongue and could protect yourself. But occasionally, it was as if Robin himself was possessing him and Dick would be far too protective for either of your liking. Especially in Gotham because that place is full of crazies.

It was Friday night and you were meeting at a new joint downtown. Had glow lights under the bar and served mini liquor filled desserts and was called “Sweetie.” It was a 2 for one trip. You got to go out with Dick for the whole evening and he got to investigate this place because it was pretty common to find patrons with cheer drops, a new street drug, in their pockets. It was bad news with people dying with a permanent smile on their faces.

So there you were in short shorts and tube top that you never wear looking like an absolute snack. Dick had to resist the urge to pull you back in the bedroom and have his way with you. But no the mission first. And then he’d lick the coconut body oil from between your breasts that he knew you always put on after showers before making you cum so hard that you screamed his name. Okay, get ahold of yourself, the mission, Dick thought.

The building was black with a red tent that I wound around the side that held a line of people trying to get in. Luckily Dick knew someone who knew the bouncer to ushered you both in quickly. It was loud with deep base booming that you could feel. And lights that were streaming continuously. A bar that had neon lights framing every surface with a big sign that said

Sweetie

Dick held his hand on the small of your back as you both walked through the mass of people. In his open collared rolled sleeved white dress shirt and black slacks, he certainly cut a figure. Particularly since all that neon had him literally glowing. He pushed in at the cramped bar and held your hand as you were a little behind him. He smiled at the bartender who hurried over to serve the pretty face and it wasn’t long until you both had drinks and a pair of the tiny spiked desserts.

“Want a table?” He tried to say over the noise.

“Not sure if there is one,” you answered and he stood on his toes to look over at an area of table. Dick grabbed your hand and pulled you along. A couple was already sitting at a large table. Two men were nursing beers and people watch.

“Mind if we join?” He asked. One guy nodded. “Have you ever been here?”

“Yeah, a few times. It’s pretty new,” the same guy said as you both sat down.

“It’s a different kind of date night, you know,” the other said with a shrug.

“Yeah, for sure. Hard to keep track of everything in here. It’s huge,” Dick said with a smile. He was playing it up and you could tell he was fishing for info. The guys were eating it up. Dick had a natural beauty that just attracted people.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it.”

“For sure. You hear about the kids that died after leaving here? ODed on cheer drop?” Dick asked. One guy sat back in his seat, uncomfortable.

“Yeah, awful. But they didn’t get it from here,” he said. “I know a bartender here and the owner is neurotic about making sure everything is above board,” the other man said.

“Really? In Gotham?” Dick asked.

“Yep, something about Black Mask wants businesses to pay or he reports them for any violations. And if they sell drugs to kids… Red Hood might shoot the place up,” he answered. “Or so my friend says.”

“Sure,” Dick answered. “Wanna dance?” He asked you, knowing when a lead was dead.

“Sure, stud,” you said with a grin. Dick grabbed your hand and all but drug you to the dance floor. His hands held your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you swayed to the rather slow song. Dick couldn’t help but stare at the skin visible.

“You’re gorgeous tonight,” he breathed next to your ear and you grinned.

“You too, pretty bird,” you replied before gently nipping at the lobe of his ear. Dick’s hands brushed up and down your back as you danced. He had a light gleam of sweat in the hot club that glistened against the tan skin of his collarbone and upper chest that was visible in his casually buttoned shirt.

The song picked up and was much more spicy and sensual. Dick’s hand was firm on your back as he pulled you close enough to touch as both of your hips moved together to the music. He couldn’t help but look down at your chest and dip one hand low to momentarily cup your ass before moving back up. Your fingers curled in his hair and you tugged him closer. He kissed your neck and almost forgot where he was.

“Dick,” you breathed in pleasure before pushing his lips off your neck. It was very full on the dance floor but you didn’t want to give a free show to those around you.

“Sorry,” he said, and you could see color on his cheeks. It was cute.

“Later,” you said and he gave you a questioning look of interest. “I have to go to the lady’s room.”

“Do you want me-“

“No. Hunt for your clues, detective. I’ll be fine,” you assured him with a gentle push and coy smile.

The line to the women’s restroom was of course a disaster. Even afterwards there was kinda a line to the sink and hand towels. As soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, a man bumped into you in the chaos.

“Sorry!” He said before looking you over. “Actually, can I buy you a drink as a thanks?” The phrase no thanks almost came out of your mouth when he said, “or some cheer drop. I know a guy.”

This was Dick’s case dropped in your lap. You couldn’t just let it get away.

“You do?” You asked flirty.

“Absolutely. First one on the house,” he said with a grin. He moved a little closer as people walked around you and didn’t step back away.

“Why would you do that?” You asked teasingly. People say dumb things when they are sexually attracted to people.

“A beautiful lady like yourself should never pay for their own cheer, baby doll,” he said touching your hair. You wanted to pull away and get the fuck away from this guy but resisted the urge.

“Oh, but where does it come from,” you asked in hopefully a dumb innocent sounding way.

“Don’t worry that pretty little head,” he said going run his hand up your bare thigh and you pulled away. He grabbed your wrist. His face twisted to anger instantly. “What happened? Just want free drugs from me?”

“What? No,” you said trying to pull away. In the dim club as everyone was more interested in other things, no one noticed.

“You were all pretty when we talked about the drugs,” he said. “Lit right up.”

“Ow, you’re hurting me,” you said trying to pull away. What had Dick taught you? Your mind blanked of all self defense and you started breathing harder as he yanked you closer. “No,” you all but whimpered.

“Happy to use me but not enough to let me touch you?”

“I don’t- that’s not-“

And before you could say or do anything else, a furry of movement had the man on the ground. Dick stood over him with a clenched fist. A single hit to the jaw had the guy laid out. Other people gasped and stared.

“Are you okay,” he asked, looking you over.

“Yeah,” you said, pulling him into a hug. Dick rubbed your back. “That guy, he said he had cheer drop connections. Tried to give me some.”

“Really?”

Dick took some pictures of the man before security threw him out and asked you both to leave. Dick kept you close the whole way home. He unlocked the door and tossed his keys on the counter, fully expecting to try to make you feel better.

Instead you pulled him into a kiss. Dick gently cupped your face and pulled back after a few seconds.

“I’m sorry. I should have come with you,” he said. “I just don’t want to seem overbearing. I’m sorry.”

“Dick, can I be honest with you?” You asked and he nodded. Dick had no idea where this was going. “That was the,” you said before leaning in and whispering, “hottest, sexiest thing you’ve ever done.”

You pulled him down by the shirt collar in a rough dizzying kiss. Dick grunted in surprise before letting you push him to the bed. He fell back with an oof before you climbed on top of him.

“Wow,” Dick breathed. You grinned.

“Jesus, the way you punched him,” you said kissing from his earlobe and down his throat. You yanked at his shirt and buttons ripped as you kissed down his body. He was heaving to breathe and his pants were starting to feel tight. “My man protecting me, honest kinda gets me going, have to admit.”

You yanked the shirt out of his pants and off of his body to toss to the floor. You ran your hands along his chest muscles before licking at the divots of his abs. “Wow, I’ve uhh, never seen you like this,” he admitted breathily.

“I didn’t know how hot it could be. But just so you know, I’m absolutely dripping for you,” you purred before cupping his cock in his pants and he breathed out a little “fuck.”

“I think you like it too,” you muttered before unbuttoning and pulling his pants open. Dick inhaled quickly as you mouthed along his cock head through his boxers. Between your mouth and the way he was leaking, the shorts were practically ruined. You pushed his pants down and his hard cock sprang out. You licked your lips and Dick had to close his eyes at that one.

You kissed along his hips and ran your fingers across his muscular thighs. Dick still had his eyes closed so he didn’t anticipate that you would gently suck one of his balls in your mouth. “Oh shit,” he gasped and his legs flexed and twitched. He panted and tried to calm himself. You gave the other one the same attention before licking long strips up his cock.

Your fingers wrapped around his length and you took him in your mouth. The way Dick’s abs tensed and his chest heaved was beautiful. He was sweating and cursing and it was beautiful.

You kitten licked the head and his hand sprung down to brush hair from your face gently. “Baby, wow. You’re fucking amazing at that,” he said. His voice practically dripped arousal. You took him deep in your mouth and he groaned. You bobbed your head and jerked the base that didn’t fit easily with your hand. Your others traced his abs and chest. Dick was a moaning mess. Your name tumbled easily from his lips and he pet your hair while muttering how good you were.

Suddenly Dick pulled you off. You looked up confused.

“You almost made me cum,” he said shakily with a weak smile.

“Isn’t that the point,” you teased.

“Babe,” Dick groaned. “Only if I’m a bad boyfriend. I want you to feel good too.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” you grinned and you let Dick flip you on the bed. He pulled your tube top off and pushed your shorts and underwear down. His fingers slid between your thighs to play between your folds as he kissed and nipped at your neck.

“You look amazing,” he said huskily. “Like fuck baby, all I could think about tonight was ripping these clothes off of you at the end of the night,” Dick said fingering you slowly. You leaned into his touch. “You’re fucking dripping all over my hand. Do you like sucking me off?”

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Yeah, I do. But right now I,” you were interrupted with a moan.

“What baby?”

“I want you inside me,” you finished and Dick felt himself throb at the thought.

“Happily,” Dick answered before lining up and sliding in. He tried to go slow and build up but the way you were instantly gripping him and arching into his touch had him going faster. He bent and nipped at your breast, tugging a nipple between his teeth to hear you cry his name.

“There,” you moaned and your thighs started to tremble. Dick was panting like he was running at the effort to wait for you to get yours. A few well placed thrusts and you clenched around him rhythmically while making the prettiest moans causing Dick to tumble after you. His hips ground against yours through your highs before he finally collapsed on top of you.

“Dickie,” you protested. He chuckled and leaned on his elbows taking some of the weight off.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yeah but can we cuddle without you laying on me,” you asked with a smile.

“Wait,” he protested when you went to move. “I don’t wanna pull out. You’re warm.”

“Really? Cock warning?” You asked looking at him amused.

“You’re soft, wet, and warm. It isn’t my fault,” dick shrugged and you giggled.

“We’ll carefully turn if you want,” you said and you both carefully shuffled around to your sides with your leg wrapped around Dick’s hips and him still buried deep inside. He rested his forehead against you and it was surprisingly quick how fast Dick fell asleep.

And yes, you both woke up a few hours later absolutely ready for another round.