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bigskydreaming · 2 years

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I mean, Dick was also in a few other books. He was a guest star in Roy's Action Comics series, and even showed up in Blue Beetle. An aside: I actually kinda want Danny on the Outlaws?

Yeah, true, but the point remains that he wasn't exactly starring in a solo space where it would be easy to just bring Jason in as a guest star in stories that existed primarily just TO develop their character dynamic and bond, similar to Dick and Tim team-ups in their respective titles in the 90s. Pretty much any place Dick did feature in at the time, he was either part of an ensemble or a guest star himself, and as far as narrative priorities go, exploring Dick's dynamic with his little brother was never going to make a ton of sense as something for any of those books to focus on.

So, like, you're not WRONG by any means, I just don't think the distinction changes the larger point in any substantial way, y'know? But still worth noting. I do tend to forget about a lot of those satellite titles from the 80s, but there were some good stories in them too.

And I do remember the Blue Beetle and Blue Devil stories where Jason showed up briefly! Pretty much the entire basis of his canon friendships with Danny and Eddie, and he was super adorable in them. I'm ngl though, I tend to not......focus too much on those particular friendships myself though? Its not that I actively dislike either Eddie or Danny on their own merits, or WANT to invalidate their history with Jason, its more like.....there really was very little to it, compared to how much importance fandom has given it and retroactively turning Eddie and Danny into Jason's BFFs despite the complete lack of follow-up on those friendships post his UTRH return.

Of course, this is where I have to cop to being a petty bitch, because Petty is 90% of what this is. Like I am aware that 'oh fandom turned two pages of Jason interacting with Danny and Eddie into the greatest friendship never shown' sounds kinda hypocritical when I frequently wax on about how much more you could make out of Jason and Dick's sparse canon interactions - like, its not like fans fleshing out those friendships and prioritizing them more than DC did is inherently any different from what I do with Dick and Jason's pre-ADITF relationship, admittedly.

But then, that's kinda the point? LOL like, I'm not proud of it by any means, but a part of my hesitancy with Jason's friendships with Eddie and Danny, and why I tend to just pick characters he has ZERO history with to explore as friends for him instead (like Grant Emerson, Courtney Mason, etc) - its entirely reactive and just resentment-born, lol.

Like, aside from ONE specific AU by @spellboundtothestars - literally every other time I've EVER seen fics/metas/headcanons emphasizing Jason's relationships with Danny and Eddie...without fail they're ones that trash Dick and his dynamic with Jason at the same time. For whatever reason, in my personal experience there's been a huge degree of overlap in terms of fans who love those friendships for Robin Jason but hate Dick for alleged crimes against Jason, and so its just.....an association thing. I've never ended up enjoying explorations of those dynamics because the stories and meta that do so are so antithetical to what I like in terms of Dick and Jason's bond, y'know?

So I'm just kinda.....meh about them, because I side-eye how people were able to blow up a literal two pages from a Blue Devil comic into this hugely impactful, deep and profound friendship Jason apparently had with Eddie - which again, would be FINE, if it wasn't so often paired with bullshit about how oh we simply have no CHOICE but to portray Dick and Jason's dynamic the way we do, its not like they ever interacted post-Crisis, outside of just one issue and a couple of Titans stories shoehorned from pre-Crisis into post-Crisis continuity....so obviously there's just no way they could have LIKED each other and must have been mortal enemies....but meanwhile, back to how Jason and Danny and Eddie had such meaningful history and what a disservice DC did by never following up on that....

Its the juxtaposition, tbh. I DISLIKE being the kind of reactive fan whose feelings towards certain characters or relationships is just kneejerk grudges based on how others engage with characters I do like, but eh, it is what it is. And I think newer fans who entered fandom in just the last couple years - when there's been a LOT more balance to how fans view Dick and Jason's history compared to the five or so years before that where there was a HUGE slant towards just the one dominant take that Dick was a douche and Jason his eternal victim - like, maybe don't realize just how everpresent that take was for years and just....was everywhere Dick Grayson fans looked. There was no getting away from it.

So like. It annoyed. And things associated with it in my mind ended up annoying by extension, lol.

(My use of the word ‘annoyed’ is key, lol. I don’t like magnifying things to be like, oh Dick Grayson fans were VICTIMIZED by fandom takes and Big Name Fans or whatever, it was just.....like I said. Annoying. Often made fandom a grating place to be, leading to feelings of What If You Didn’t Do This Though, and general crankiness. Okay and maybe some gratuitous all caps on my part. Fine, a lot of all caps and T-Rex roaring on my part. Its whatever. Its fine. Lets move on).

And in addition to the disparity in fans massively magnifying the importance of Jason's history with Danny and Eddie while minimizing all positive history between Jason and Dick, there's also the fact that how Dick reacted to Danny in the immediate aftermath of finding out Jason died....this also for years was a hugely central talking point a lot of Jason and Bruce stans in particular like, would constantly raise as the reason they hated Dick.....which tbh, would be fairly valid, like, it was not a pleasant scene by any stretch of the imagination....but again, this particular talking point was almost UNIVERSALLY raised by fans who at the exact same time flat out REFUSED to acknowledge Bruce hitting Dick post-ADITF as canon or in character.....when the Dick and Danny scene and the Dick and Bruce scene happened in the literal exact same issue!

Again, its the double standard that bugged the crap out of me, more than the scene raised by Dick's detractors as their justification for why he's the worst. Like, that scene was what it was. I'm not in the habit of trying to excuse away a fave's treatment of a less powerful/more vulnerable character just because they're emotionally distressed - my take tends to be, mmmm, wish that just hadn't happened period, rather than spinning it to be more palatable or justifiable to me. Its like nah, I get why people hate that scene, *I* hate that scene, and I'm not gonna go banging on anyone's door insisting they change their mind about Dick Grayson if that scene's genuinely the reason they dislike the character and had no interest in looking past it.

But like with the disparity in how fans stress the significance of Jason's history with Danny and Eddie as opposed to his history with Dick.....the part I don't fuck with is how the same people who would jump at ANY opportunity to talk about what a terrible person Dick is for that scene....would then turn around and actively derail any attempt to talk about Bruce's behavior towards Dick later in that same issue. I've always been like....nah, you don't get to have it both ways. If the one scene is valid and the definitive source of your antagonism towards Dick's character, you can't be jumping on Bruce-critical posts by fans who are like 'and this later scene is a key reason why I dislike Bruce' and trying to act like they're reading the story wrong, and interpreting the media in some wildly off-base fashion.

So again, its that thing where its like.....any of these things in moderation, I can make my peace with. But when there were years and years of hypocritical takes and constant derailing of pro-DG or anti-Bruce posts while shoving that Danny scene in everyone's faces, using it to actively try and erode positive conversations people were having about Dick and being like 'this your king? hmm doesn't look so great here' and that sort of BS, its like.....that sort of crap, if it goes on long enough and there's enough of it, like, it creates a legacy of reactive resentment from other fans and well. That sorta thing can linger.

And all of this is just to say.....these days I'm like, honestly, yeah, there's just as much basis for exploring deeper friendships with Eddie and Danny than we ever saw in Jason's canon stories as there is in exploring a closer relationship between Jason and Dick than what we actually got on the page. Similarly, I totally get WHY people might want to see more Jason-Eddie-Danny interactions after his return, no matter how you have to tweak things in order to like, have Danny around TO have those reunions, for instance. Danny on the Outlaws honestly makes as much sense as DC randomly shoving Jason together with Roy and Kory to make the team in the first place, lol, so its like.....yeah, absolutely, why NOT make that a thing?

*Shrugs* Its just a thing that doesn't really...engage me, personally, because like, I might be perfectly AWARE that my attitude towards the Danny-Eddie friendships or even Danny himself is largely just a reactive 'nuh-uh YOUR faves suck' kinda grudge, but my associations with those things at this point kinda just are what they are and I don't have any particular inclination TO try and reframe how I see them. As is, I'm already perfectly happy to just imagine Jason's Robin years as being populated by the various other teen heroes I like to headcanon as his friends and teammates in different AU scenarios....hence my posts about Jason and Tom Bronson, Anima, Damage, Ray Terrill, Obsidian.

Honestly, I think I'm just a bigger fan of AUs and non-canon dynamics than most people in general?

Its just a thing I've noticed about myself. I'd much rather comb through characters in Jason's age range and pick others for him to interact with, date, be friends or rivals with, etc, based solely on their respective histories, personalities or potential dynamics, even if they've never appeared in an actual issue with him...rather than use sparse canon interactions as the sole or primary foundation for whatever relationships I cultivate with him in fic or headcanons.

Apparently the dealbreaker for me when it comes to canon is like, I care a LOT when people insist that canon was something other than what it was or try and erase key parts of canon or misrepresent them in sizable ways.....but beyond that, I don't actually NEED canon to align with my interests and I'm totally happy to just go off-roading in any random direction so long as I'm not actually pretending or claiming that canon supports the direction I'm taking.

Idk. Just randomly musing at this point, but like, that's the angle I come at most of this from. Not that most of this had anything to do with your ask, it all just kinda...sprawled out of the thoughts your ask sparked, so, here, have some word vomit! Tada!

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gm--requests · 4 years

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Dirty Laundry - Daddy Dom! Keigo Takami (Hawks)

g e n r e - s m u t. fluff ending

w a r n i n g s - Dom! Hawks, daddy kink, creampie, degradation, fingering,

o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this

w o r d s - 2507

r e q u e s t s - closed

a / n - this is my first anime related fic haha. i’m a big weeb and an even bigger Hawks simp... so here we are... i noticed that there is literally zero plus size reader stuff for Hawks and as a big girl this was just unacceptable to me, so i took matters into my own hands. i don’t even watch my hero y’all, i just love his character, so if you see anything wrong with how i wrote him, just lmk (nicely) and i’ll look into it. anyways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. if you see any mistakes grammatically please know i wrote this having been up for 20 hours. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, but there needs to be a common understanding that there will be no dramatic throwing of anyone through a wall or anything lmao. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice. also please leave feedback if you have any. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

(10/25/20)

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Everyone has their secrets, their dirty laundry, except this laundry wasn’t yours. This laundry belonged to the number 2 hero, Keigo Takami, better known to the public as Hawks, the ever friendly and alarmingly quick man, both in actual speed and wit. This aforementioned laundry wasn’t just figurative, it was literal, and it was currently strung all over your bedroom floor.

You stood in pajamas in your kitchen, cooking for the birdman like some kind of housewife. You two weren’t even official, but whenever he says he is coming over, you can’t help but to let him. You were definitely falling for the hero a lot faster than you wanted to be and it was made even worse by the fact that you knew you were just his new toy. Granted this little arrangement had been going on for months, so how new were you really? That was the scary part, never knowing when it was going to be your last time seeing him.

You stir the curry in the pot before you, deep in thought when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your squishy mid-section. Hawks presses up against you, his wings spread out comfortably, as he nestles his head into the crook of your neck, his still damp hair tickles your face. The cheeky bird plants soft kisses along the column of your neck , humming happily.

“Hey baby bird,” he mumbles in your ear, his gravelly voice sending chills throughout your body.

The man nips at your ear and a blush spreads across your face, “Sir, I am trying to finish making dinner.”

Keigo grins and reaches past you, turning off the stove top, “What if I want you to be my dinner instead, kid?” Before you can reply he is licking up your neck, making your body go rigid.

You quickly lean the spoon against the side of the pot and turn to face him, “A-are you sure, you don’t want an actual meal, sir? You’ve worked all day and-” you trail off as you eye his body. The fit man decided to skip putting on a shirt and boxers, opting just for a pair of sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his hips. His dick already pressing against the fabric.

He chuckles, “What’s with all this ‘sir’ business, kid? You know if you’re gonna use any honorifics, it should be daddy.”

Hawks’ grin spreads further across his face as he watches you become more flustered, “Baby bird you get like this every time and I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it, but Daddy bird isn’t in a playful mood tonight, so let’s just skip the games yea?”

You just nod, his fingers run gently down your arms to your hands and he gives them a squeeze, before turning around and all but dragging you to your bedroom. Once inside the room, he doesn’t bother shutting the door, instead he stops right in front of your bed, turns around and instantly his lips are on yours. Keigo kisses you roughly, his hands grabbing at your plush love handles. He never has been shy about how much he appreciates the extra cushion.

You feel a small breeze and then a chill as his feathers cut through the fabric of your apron and pajamas, leaving you only in your panties. You gasp at the suddenness of it all and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. His grip on your body tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer, his tongue exploring your mouth as if it had never been there before.

When he finally pulls away for air, he takes your bottom lips between his teeth, enjoying the little hiss of pain you let out, “Oh ho ho, baby bird, baby bird,” he grins, stepping away from you to ogle your body, “how are you always so, damn, perfect? And you’re all mine? God am I lucky.”

You start to turn in on yourself in attempts to hide your body and Keigo tsks, pulling your arms away from yourself, “Pretty birdy,” he mumbles, turning the two of you around and pushing you on to the bed. A small yelp leaves your mouth as you make contact with your mattress.

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze predatory, “Get comfy kid, daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.”

You quickly scoot back on the bed and he climbs on top of you. The bird lets his wings splay out behind him, his show of dominance. You can’t help but be impressed by the large display of crimson red. Keigo smiles proudly as you look at his wings in awe. You continue to watch as his wings fold down to cage the two of you in, “I’ll always take care of you baby bird.” His tone change made your eyes instantly shift to his and the look he gave you was different than normal. This wasn’t him claiming you sexually like it normally was, this was real, and that made everything that followed even better.

“I know,” you whispered and then once again the moment shifted. His hand cupping your face, his thumb tracing your lip. He watched as you took his thumb into your mouth and a tiny rumble left the back of his throat as he pulled it out and watched your eyes as you stared at him innocently.

“God you’re gonna be the death of me,” he grins as he leans down and attaches his lips to yours once again. The kiss is just as harsh as before, but it doesn’t last as long, as he opts to take it lower. Keigo sucks dark marks onto every inch of your neck that he can, trailing them down to your breasts. His tongue laps at your left nipple letting it harden before his lips wrap around the pert bud. Keigo brings his hand down to massage your right breast.

Small gasps leave your mouth as his hands work across your chest, his says nothing as he continues moving down your body. Keigo stops and looks up at you, before a feather darts in front of his eyes and into his hand. Dragging it quickly down both sides of your underwear, he pulls the freshly cut fabric away from your body.

“Keigo you have to stop cutting up all my clothing,” you say breathily.

He smirks, “Then you have to stop getting excited every time I do something to remind you how sharp they can be.”

“I’m serious! And I don’t get excited I just-” is all you get out before he drags two fingers across your exposed folds, making a small whimper leave your lips instead.

The hero holds his fingers up in front of his face, “For someone who isn’t excited my fingers sure do seem to be wet, baby bird,” he coos before sticking the fingers in his mouth. You watch him, embarrassed as he sucks on his fingers dramatically, never breaking eye contact.

“You taste so good, kid, maybe I should get it from the source yea?”

Hawks lays down, bringing his face to your heat, “Now make sure you moan real loud for daddy, m’kay? I wanna be able to hear my pretty little songbird, got that?”

He looks up at you for an answer and you swallow thickly, “Yessir.”

“Good little bird,” is all he says before connecting his tongue with your clit. This immediate stimulation makes a moan leave your lips. He laps at the sensitive bundle of nerves and watches your body react to his menstruations.

As his tongue works at your erogenous bud, he eases a finger into you. You mewl as he pushes in and out of your ever wettening hole. Before you know it he is adding another finger, reveling at the way you wrap around them. Thrusting them in and out of you slowly, As he bends them, his fingers press against a part of you that has your back arching a bit at the feeling.

You moan wantonly and he chuckles, sucking mercilessly on your clit. All the lewd noises you’re making are music to his ears and travel directly to his hardening length. Hawks lightly ruts against the bed as he easily slips a third finger into you. Your eyebrows knit together in pleasure and Keigo doesn’t miss a beat.

Angling his fingers a bit differently, he manages to continuously press against the best spots inside of you, “You make the best sounds song bird, is daddy gettin’ you close?”

You nod as a response, but that isn’t enough, “C’mon let me hear those big girl words, yea?”

“Y-yes daddy,” you breathe out as your orgasm creeps closer and closer, “can I, can I cum?”

“Of course baby bird,” he exclaims before abruptly pulling his fingers out of you. Your eyes shoot open and you look at him in shock.

“But it won’t be on my fingers. Not when my cock is a viable option.” The smirk on his face only becomes more mischievous as you look up at him with watery eyes.

Hawks crawls back over you, “Don’t worry kid, I won’t keep ya waitin’,” He kisses your forehead before pulling away and quickly clambering off the bed to remove his sweatpants. You watch as the pants fall to the floor. He is back on you in seconds, you whimper with anticipation as he taps the tip of his dick against your clit.

“Daddy please,” you whine and he smiles.

“You want it that bad baby?”

“Please, I need to have you inside me.”

It was unusual for you to be so unabashedly vocal about wanting him and who was he to say no to his precious little bird. Without another word he slips his dick inside of you. Pressing into you slowly, inch by inch, a low groan leaving his lips and filling in the empty space left by your silent cry in pleasure.

“S-so tight,” he stutters as he pulls out almost completely only to immediately resheath his length inside of you. It doesn’t take long for him to set a comfortable pace that has you panting for more.

Though just moments ago your climax had been ripped away from you, the familiar feeling is already regenerating and if the volume and length of your moans wasn’t enough to let him know, the way you fluttered around him uncontrollably was. Instead of commenting on it, he simpers, making you wrap your legs around his waist. His grip on your hips tightens as he angles his thrusts deeper. Keigo sets a faster pace that has you all but babbling about how great it feels.

Your hands go from gripping the bed sheets to unconsciously clutching the base of his wings. The hero lets out a breathy whine at the feeling, leaving you unintentionally clenching tighter around him.

“Ahh, fuck baby bird, those wings are sensitive enough on their own,” he pants out, “ but if you keep tugging at them and this messy cunt of yours keeps clenching around me so tight, I won’t last much longer.”

All you can do is moan in response as he thrusts into you faster, his member filling you up perfectly with each and every thrust.

“Please,” you whine, grabbing carelessly at the base of his wings as his cock continuously pounds into you.

He inhales harshly at the feeling, fighting back the lewd noises that threaten to spill over, “C’mon kid, I know you’re close. Cum for me like the good girl I know you are.” Each word said obviously filled with pleasure, his resolve withering away as you begin to fall apart. Your orgasm crashing through you.

Absolutely filthy sounds leave your lips and meld with the sounds he can no longer hold back. His praises slurred as he nears his own climax. Still fucking into your roughly, chasing his own high with wanton abandon. Even as your body begins to shake lightly in overstimulation, he doesn’t stop, not until he is filling you up. Still thrusting into you with fervor, he unabashedly lines your insides with him cum, head thrown back, wings slightly shaking, and a grip on your hips that will definitely bruise.

Instead of immediately pulling out, he leans down and presses his sweat damp forehead against your own, a soft fire in his eyes. You smile up at him softly and he grins widely in response.

“You know you’re mine forever, right y/n?”

“Is this your way of saying we are dating Keigo?”

“I asked my question first.”

“I feel like we are doing this all backwards.”

“If I say yes, you’ll say yes too correct?”

“Keigo, that makes it sound like you’re scared to say we’re official.”

“And if I am?”

“I’d say that I’m surprised number two hero Hawks is scared of anything,” you smirk up at him and he only grins wider.

“Of course we’re official. I honestly thought you already knew that.” He answered nonchalantly, finally leaning up to carefully pull out of you. You let out a small gasp at the feeling of being empty and he fights back his shit eating simper. Leaving the room to grab a towel to clean up.

As he cleans up the mess he made of your body, his fingers trace over all of the marks he left on you and you lay there in thought.

“How was I supposed to know we were official?”

“Geez, y/n. You think I just sleep with every female I know? What kind of hero do you take me for?” He asks, feigning offence.

You glare at him as he discards the dirty towel and walks over to his side of the bed, throwing his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry kid. I probably should have my intentions with you more clear from the start,” the two of you awkwardly shuffle around trying to get the blanket from underneath you and get comfortable. He pulls you into him, your head resting on his chest, his wings splayed out underneath you both. “So uh,” he clears his throat, awkwardly craning his neck to look down at you, “does that mean you’ve been seeing someone else, or…”

“They must have invented the term bird brain because of you specifically,” you sigh and he gasps.

“You sure are snippy for someone who just had amazing sex,” he chuckles and you smack his chest playfully.

“Of course I’m not seeing anyone else, you might be the number two hero, but you’re my number one,” you smile widely.

Hawks scoffs lightly, “Normally I hate cheesy stuff like that, but when it’s coming from you, I think maybe I could get used to it.”

“Well you better. You’re the one talking about forever,” you reply cheekily, looking up at him.

The man looks at you lovingly and places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, “You’re damn right I’m talking about forever, kid. Anything less and I don’t know what I’d do.”

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thran-duils · 3 years

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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.9)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Nine) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 2,794 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior

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“Stop fucking following me!” Alessia threatened Tony as he followed her out of the apartment complex onto the sidewalk. He had taken the stairs while she had taken the elevator.

Out of breath, he tried to apologize, “Sweetheart, I can—”

She whipped around, shoving a finger into his face, sending him onto his heels. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! Just go back upstairs and finish fucking that little slut! You seemed so goddamn content burying your dick into her! Just coming into any pussy that grants you entrance! What does it matter what’s going on at home? Because you obviously don’t care that Olivia was asking where her daddy was when she got off stage after having the lead role in her play and you weren’t there!”

She whipped around and came to an abrupt stop because Daryl was there all of a sudden and he stepped in front of her, blocking her path, thinking he was doing the right thing. “Mrs. Stark—”

“Move!” Alessia shouted at him, pushing her purse up her shoulder further, taking a step towards him.

Daryl looked at Tony over her shoulder for guidance and she took the liberty of giving him a rough shove, sending him off balance to give herself room.

She took off towards her car, leaving the two of them behind.

Tony took some steps towards her but the middle finger she shot at him before she got into the car stopped him in his tracks. Terrence came out of the building then but he was only met with Tony storming back by him.

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Steve jolted when Tony marched back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He only stopped for a moment, his veins in his forehead pulsing before he shouted, “FUCK!”

Quickly, Steve reminded him, “Tony! It’s 5am!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck!” Tony exclaimed.

He rushed to the cupboard, grabbing a glass and throwing the faucet handle back with force that made Steve fear he was going to break it off. He thrust the glass underneath the water before bringing it to his lips, gulping it down.

His hand came to rest on the counter as the water settled, but his fingers were still gripping the glass way too hard. Steve waited for him to relax, opting to not say anything until Tony made the next move.

“Is she alright?” Tony asked with difficulty.

He put the glass down, looking at Steve expectantly. Steve gestured weakly and Tony did not accept that answer. He began to move towards the hallway and Steve jumped to action, coming to block his way.

“Don’t,” Steve warned.

“What?” Tony demanded.

Steve gestured at the island where Tony’s socks, shoes, shirt, and other belongings were lying that Tony had not noticed yet in his rampage past it to get some water. “She threw those out of the room. Just… don’t. Leave her alone.”

In disbelief, a manic smirk coming to Tony’s face, he asked, “So… ‘don’t’?”

“She locked us out, Tony.”

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You heard someone knock aggressively on the bedroom door and you buried yourself further into the blankets, holding the icepack closer to your jaw.

“Y/N?” you heard Tony call.

You said nothing, curling up further into yourself.

“Y/N!”

You tossed the blankets back, the icepack falling from your hand to land on your sheets. Hands planted beside your hips, you shouted at the door, “GO AWAY!”

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Tony sucked his teeth hearing Y/N shout at him, telling him to leave.

“Well, where do you think I’m gonna go? Because I sure as hell can’t go home!”

“I don’t know! Figure it the FUCK out! You have an office chair you can sleep on right?” she shouted from the other side of the door.

Tony inhaled sharply, his heart rate increasing dramatically. The second woman in his life tonight to tell him to fuck off and he was not about to have it.

As if Steve could sense Tony was taking a step back to cock his foot up and kick the doorhandle in, he barked down the hall in warning, “Tony! Don’t!”

Tony stormed up to him and rasped to try to mask the conversation from Y/N’s ears, “She’s being fucking ridiculous! Do you not hear her? I’m trying to go in there and help her and—”

“I now,” Steve interjected, cutting him off. “She’s emotional. It’s not surprising. But she did get punched twice in the face.”

Through gritted teeth, Tony took a step back, shaking his head. “Fucking… Alessia. How the FUCK did she even find out where we were?”

“She probably followed us. Seems you missed a play and she probably took it up from there trying to figure out what could’ve kept you from it,” Steve told him, setting him with a fierce look. “Seems like a rookie mistake to me.”

An unfriendly smile came across Tony’s face and he said in a dangerous tone, “Now don’t you—”

“No, you know you fucked up. Take the L and learn from it.” Steve gestured down the hallway towards the bedroom, “Let Y/N calm down. She will. Like you said, good girl. She just need space sometimes. And we should give her that. And then we can go deal with the fucking can of worms that was just released all over our goddamn living rooms, yeah?”

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You heard them leave the apartment. You could not hear most of the last part of their conversation but you heard them leave. You were waiting for that noise of the lock in the front door.

You had paid your dues well enough in your opinion. You had been at their beck and call since the end of August and it was almost December now. And you had not asked them to kill Jared; they had done that all on their own because of their possessiveness and jealousy.

It had to happen and happen quick; you leaving. Before they had time to try to reconcile with you. Tonight would be best, even better this afternoon. You were sick of being treated like they owned you; no matter the feelings you had developed for them, it could not be overstated that you were essentially property. Fuck, they had locked you down in this apartment for a month and a half. It did not matter if you relished in their attention and touch. How were you to know those feelings of affection were real anyway if you were never given a proper chance?

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You grabbed your purse hanging off the back of your front door on the hook, readying yourself to leave. Throwing your game face on, you also threw the door open, stumbling into the hallway. Snorting, you caught your balance on the doorframe and spun back to face the door, slamming it behind you.

Terrence was waiting at the end of the hall and saw you fumbling with your keys to lock the door behind you.

You heard him say your name, but you ignored him, shoving your key at the deadbolt. He was moving towards you quickly by his footsteps and he made it there quick, just as you locked it.

From beside you, he said, “Y/N?”

Acting startled, your hand came to your chest, jumping back from him. You teetered again, feigning alcohol imbalance and his hand shot out to grab your arm, steading you.

“Oh, shit. Terrance, it’s you. Hey.”

“What are you doing? You should be staying inside.”

“I have a key now, duh,” you said holding it up to him. He did not look impressed and you said, “Why should I stay in? I’m going out!”

“Well, for one, you’ve got a nice shiner on your cheek. Not a great look. Secondly, the bosses wanted you to stay here until things settled. Stay inside until they get the shit under control.”

“Neat,” you said, making sure you slurred it.

Terrence unlocked the door again, assisting you inside. “Y/N, love. You are not sober.”

“Nope, what gave it away?” you giggled, leaning onto his arm for support. You had taken a shot took to make your breath smell off.

“Let’s get you back in here,” he said, kicking the door behind the two of you closed. He brought you over to the island and sat you in one of the chairs.

You eyed the bottle on the counter still and hopped up out of the chair. He made to protest but you came around and poured alcohol into the two glasses. You held one out to him and said, “Seriously, relax. You guys have had a rough day. I mean, I did. I got punched in the face.” You gestured at your cheek and jaw where the bruises had already started to form. “It’ll help.”

Terrence took it from you reluctantly, but you were cheerful as all hell. Clinking glasses, you said, “Cheers. To being in the apartment.”

It took almost an hour for him to pass out with the sleeping pill you had crushed into the glass mixed with the alcohol. Not having to pretend anymore about being drunk, you moved quickly. You grabbed your packed bag out of the bedroom and grabbed the cat carrier. Luna was reluctant at first but when she saw the plush shirt and handful of treats you had packed in there for her she walked in willingly and you closed the door behind her. Thankfully she was not a crier when it came to a carrier; you had had cats that had just been hellions about it.

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“Tatiana, please—”

You were standing at the foot of her bed, having woke her up very late in the night after leaving your apartment and Terrence passed out on the counter. You had snuck out an emergency exit with Luna and ordered an Uber. Thankfully at least your phone was still separate from anything Tony and Steve had their hands on. A sliver of grace in this shitstorm. The security guards at the brothel had let you in knowing who you were and because you had begged so profusely and swore you would take all the wrath she had to throw.

“What are you of asking me?” she was tired. She eyed the cat carrier at your feet and you decided to ignore that for the moment. Luna was still quiet, snuggling in her blanket you had in there.

Shifting uncomfortably, you said nervously, “Let me move back in.”

She cocked her head, eyes running up and down you. “Has this been agreed upon?”

You wanted to scream at that question. Your future being determined by the two of them was getting underneath your skin.

“I don’t need it to be agreed upon. I’m—I don’t want to live there anymore. I wanna move back here. I wanna move back home.”

That seemed to pain her, you calling the brothel home.

Tatiana stood up then and took some steps towards you. Concern was painted on her face. “What happened?”

You had come in with a hood on, banking on the dark light in the room. And you had not fully looked at her yet. That is something that must have set her on edge about the whole conversation to begin with no doubt.

But the time for shrouding the situation was over. You turned her head to look at her head on and threw your head back so she got a full view of your face.

She looked shocked for a moment before she asked firmly, “Did they do that?”

“No,” you admitted. “Tony’s wife did. She found the apartment somehow. And… me on top of Tony.”

“Shit,” Tatiana swore underneath her breath.

“And they had the audacity to be mad at me for wanting space. I got assaulted in my bedroom! I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong! I mean, I did, knowingly. But it’s not my place to make calls for their relationships. It’s not my relationship that’s being fucked up! I’m just… stuck! I’m forced there!” Your lip warbled. “I don’t want to be there anymore. If they want to continue seeing me it has to be here. Where I know random people are not going to barge in, tear me off a bed, and sock me in the face! Where I can do my job in peace!”

“Is it still just a job in your circumstance?”

“What the fuck do you mean?” you exasperated.

“What do you think I mean?”

“Y/N… it’s way past a job for you now and you know it. You’re theirs. You’re their mistress. And in these situations, mistresses sure the hell aren’t the ones calling the shots. And certainly not calling when the relationship is done or where it’s heading. You’re an escape and that escape is something they have a strong hold on.”

Tears stung your eyes and you pleaded, “I just… I wanna be safe!”

It seemed to pain her to say, “I already told you that I cannot stand in their way. I explained why, Y/N. I told you… I told you well why I couldn’t.”

“I have nowhere else to go,” you said tearfully, your voice breaking.

“What about back home? That seemed like an option.”

“And put my grandpa in danger by being around that house?”

Tatiana asked incredulously, “But you’re willing to put all the girls here in danger?”

You shook your head, hanging it. “It’s not the same. It’s… he’s sick.”

“Y/N. I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” you spat, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Her regretful sigh said enough. But she still said heavily, “Both. Stellina, you know it’s both.”

Wiping at your eyes, you stared at the wall instead of her. You needed to compose yourself, knowing you were going to get no help here. You had known it down deep in your gut. But you could not have helped yourself to not try, hoping against everything that it would turn out differently than you expected. That was the way of things; expect the worse and hope for the best.

Looking down at Luna’s cat carrier, you sighed heavily. Maybe you could at least save someone.

“Will you at least keep the cat? I can’t travel well with her. She’ll get along fine with the girls.”

Tatiana seemed ready to reject this request as well, “Y/N, people who come in may have allergies—”

You leveled her with a glare, “I can’t put her out on the street.”

Tatiana’s jaw set and you knew you had struck a nerve. Because that was exactly what she was doing to you.

“Fine, she can stay.”

Relenting, knowing that was the most you were going to get here, you nodded. “Thanks. She’s a good cat. I… she’s very cuddly and she’s not super high maintenance except for her litter. She likes a specific brand that I can write down. And Elisha isn’t allergic. And she likes cats.”

“I know,” Tatiana nodded. And you saw some tears in her eyes too, finally.

Sucking at your teeth, you pushed away from the chair you had been gripping and shrugged. “Then that’s that. I’ll… I’ll just leave her here. Her name is Luna. But I suppose she won’t mind if she’s renamed. She probably doesn’t understand it anyway. I’ve only had her for a short while. She likes fake mice—"

“Stop.”

You stopped talking and met her gaze.

“Where are you going to go?” Tatiana demanded.

You shrugged. That is all you had to offer.

Tatiana looked contemplative before wiping at her eyes. She muttered, “I’m gonna regret this.”

“What—” you started to say but she held up her finger and your mouth closed.

She reached for her bed side table, picking up her cell phone. She scrolled through it for a moment before tapping. The phone came to her ear and she shot you a worried look, before you heard someone answer on the other end.

“I know it’s early. I’m sorry. But I need a favor,” Tatiana said forcibly.

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“Terrence!” Daryl said for the third time into the walkie talkie forcibly. He had not heard from him in the last ten minutes that he had tried to check in. They only checked in every so often and Terrence was not responding.

Assuming the worst, Daryl took off from the lobby and made his way to the elevator, taking it up.

Terrence was nowhere to be found. The apartment door was unlocked. He pushed it open, finding Terrence slumped on the couch.

Rushing over, Daryl took Terrence’s pulse, finding him still very much alive. He spotted the alcohol and glass on the coffee table, putting two and two together.

There was an apartment key on the coffee table too, right next to the alcohol bottle.

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Gamin’ for love 0.1 | jkk

— pairing: gamer!Jungkook x escort!reader

— genre: smut, angst, a little fluff, crack maybe

— word count: 8.5k

— summary: if love was a game, even Jungkook wouldn’t know how to win. Ordering an escort might help.

— warnings: a lot of mentions of dick and pussy, Jungkook being a horny airhead, oral (f), dom!Jungkook, mentions of sex work, name calling, degradation, cursing, protected sex, fingering, squirting, he’s wearing a condom but he’s pulling out, Jungkook being sad, mentions of pathological liars, manipulation, emotional attachment, emotional unavailability, truth hurts should be the title track of this

— A/N: this was supposed to be a pwp but I did an oopsie :~) I hope you'll enjoy! The second part will come out soon.

— Special thanks to Heath (@maptoyoongi) for helping me so much with this fic, I honestly wouldn’t have been able to do it without her. I love you boo❤️

moodboard | part one | part two | masterlist

Jungkook often felt lonely. His profession being a twitch streamer meant constantly sitting in his dark room, playing his favorite games and entertaining others, not making for a lot of free time or opportunities to leave the house and socialize.

He rarely got to meet up with friends because of the lack of those, which meant that he rarely got to go out and meet a few new lady friends. After his relationship three summers ago failed at just four months, let’s just say; his soul hasn’t been very happy.

Neither has his dick.

Granted, Jungkook realizes that he could’ve done a lot of things differently to change the outcome of things, he just didn’t at that time.

He’s sad, to say the least. Yes, he’s glad that he can just turn on his webcam and play video games to earn his pay. But constantly being hunched over a keyboard or a controller isn’t helping the state of his dick.

The important part of a relationship shouldn’t be just sex, he constantly hears from his best friend, a chaotic author, who’s always screaming about the newest drafts he wrote down on his travel with the subway. A lot about sex as well, so Jungkook doesn’t really get his point there.

If sex wasn’t as important, why always write about it?

“It’s just fulfilling fantasies, stoopid!” It’s always the same thing. “It’s not there to be realistic! You can’t just go get coffee and meet a girl that’s willing to go home with you and fuck! It’s not meant to be realistic!”

Jungkook isn’t happy with that at all. He doesn’t have time to invest into a relationship. Neither motivation. The break up three years ago has left him with trust issues after he caught her cheating on him. Seeing the messages of one of his own best friends on his girl’s phone wasn’t really the greatest of feelings.

The reason why his ex cheated on him was because the nineteen year old teenager couldn’t stop playing video games. He didn’t pay enough attention to her, she wasn’t feeling appreciated. So she got it from someone who was willing to give up his time for her.

But guess what? The twenty-two year old manchild still can’t stop playing video games! And the fact that Jungkook’s stream blew up one day and from then on money was made easily, didn’t help that at all.

It would just be the same outcome anyway, if he tried to get into dating again. Girls always complain about these kind of habits, not paying attention to them and such.

“If you just want to get some pussy, then a girlfriend shouldn’t be what you’re looking for,” his friend states. “Fucking pay for it like everybody else does!”

And that’s how that happened.

It was just a little click, he guessed. The idea wasn’t bad, paying to see some pussy. It’s what he wants and he has the money.

It’d save time too, no going out and finding a pretty girl to talk to. He wouldn’t get a guarantee for sex from the girls in the clubs or bars either. It’s a 50/50, going out and trying to flirt.

Jungkook has never been that kind of dude, too, just going up to a girl and flirting with her. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be successful.

So it just made sense to him, paying to get his dick wet.

It’s decided, he thought. He pushed himself off of the couch and made his way to find his phone with a bounce in his step. It was still laying on the kitchen counter, left there from earlier when Jungkook made himself some ramen noodles. The gamer life, he guessed.

“How do I google this, now?” he murmured into the empty room. Shrugging, he decided to just go crazy and went with the first thing that popped up when typing in ‘escort girls’.

WE HAVE THE BEST PICK OF THE BEST BITCHES IN TOWN! IT’S YOUR DECISION! ;)

Is what greets Jungkook instead of their website. He just wants the phone number, goddamn.

After closing all of the annoying porn bot ads, he finally found the number, copy pasted it into his phone and went on dial.

“Hello, Aphrodite’s Erotes on the phone, how can we serve you today, Sir?” a warm, female voice greeted him.

“Uuh, I would just like to pay to see some pussy I guess, hah” Jungkook laughed. How else would he approach this?

The warm voice giggled, obviously not expecting somebody to order an escort in such a way.

“Do you have any preferences? We have thick girls, skinny girls, tall girls-” she starts to count out the different varieties of girls, but Jungkook only furrows his brows.

“I really don’t mind any. Just has to have a cute pussy, I guess.” the woman on the phone hummed in acknowledgement and asked Jungkook to wait a little, she would check for available girls.

“Would you mind telling us your address and name? We’d send her on her way then. Y/N is said to have the best services we can provide.”

With bulging eyes and maybe already a little bit of a bulging dick, Jungkook confirms his personal information and couldn’t believe he was actually going through with this.

After five years of sad dick life, he was finally going to dunk into the sweet juices of a wonderful female being. A wonderful female being with the name Y/N, who was going to grace his ugly one bedroom apartment in less than thirty minutes, if the woman with the warm voice on the phone told the truth.

Then it hit him; he still had to clean up. No, he wouldn’t need to make a good impression on this escort but he’d at least want the girl that’s blessing his dick with her presence to be comfortable around his place.

“If I go around in zoom zoom speed, maybe I’ll make it in time!” Jungkook was confident he’d make his chaos disappear before you arrived.

Additionally, he still had to shower as well, he’s been neglecting that a little over the last five days. So that’ll be the first thing, the apartment can wait.

You couldn’t judge him for that though, he is a very busy man, constantly having to cook up ramen between gaming streams and Netflix marathons.

Yes, he has to admit he does keep himself fit in the gym too, how else would he still be able to move with the way he’s eating? it’s just that he likes to seem like a pig when describing his life sometimes.

Constantly having a conscious eye on the clock, he was getting himself a little clean around the edges, he blow dried his hair until it wasn‘t dripping onto his white, a little tight tshirt anymore. He threw on his favorite grey sweatpants and went commando under it. He doesn’t expect to need any underwear anyway.

Jungkook was nervous, to say the least. He never ordered an escort and he doesn’t even know if he’s a good fuck; his last time was so long ago, he actually couldn’t remember if he made his ex girlfriend cum that last night. Perhaps that’s why she broke up with him?

Actually, his ex did tell him that he was the worst fuck she ever had, she told him that if he would’ve at least had a good game in bed, maybe she wouldn’t have to cheat. Yeah, that hurt a lot. Didn’t really help with his insecurities either. Yikes.

There wasn’t much more time to dwell on the thought, his doorbell rang the usual tone and while rubbing his hands around each other he walked over to the door.

What would you look like? Suddenly he feels like it’s christmas morning and he’s getting the present he's been begging for all year. He couldn't wait to unwrap your beautiful body.

His nervousness slowly began to dwell down and excitement took over his form. He hoped you would be nice, he couldn’t bare if you were mean about his dick or the way his apartment looks.

Maybe you’d like to watch some Netflix with him? Is that included in paying for an escort?

Jungkook shook his head, the fluffy, a little longer and still damp hair swinging with the motion.

Deep breath, in and out. He can do this, it’s just sex. Right? Opening the door in the most casual way he could and leaning against the frame, it is.

When his eyes meet yours, he’s stunned. You looked breathtaking, to say the least. Your hair was pretty and your make up seemed to be just light and natural, the dress you wore layed smooth across your skin and enhanced your beautiful curves.

Maybe Jungkook felt his dick twitch a little when his eyes zeroed in on your boobs, they were squished together by the dress and the way it was cut just added to expose them.

But the highlight was definitely your face, the prettiest girl he might ever have seen just stood in front of him. The way you smiled at him softly and put your hand up to wave at him was cute, but at the same time the sexiest thing a woman had ever done.

“You must be Jungkook?” you asked, your voice sending him up into heaven, as well as his dick.

“Hell yeah.” His eyes glossed over as he lost focus while staring at you and he doesn’t realize his reply. What he does pick up is your giggle, god does your giggle sound angelic.

“Do you wanna pay me for standing outside of your door or are you gonna let me in?” Is what ripped him out of his cloudy state.

“Uh.. yes, yeah of course, come in.” At that you took a step towards him and he opened the door wider to make the way.

A few quiet moments went by as you sauntered around his living room, taking a peek at the kitchen and then turning around to look at Jungkook with an expecting expression.

“So, where do you want me?” you purr, giving him an alluring gaze and your most subtle smile you could manage. You found it quite funny, the way he was acting. He clearly hasn’t had an escort over before, otherwise he wouldn’t just stand around and stare at you like a deer caught in the headlight.

“Wh- oh, uh,” he stammered. Where does he want you? His gaze crossed the room. Did you not want to get to know him first?

You realised that he’s unsure of what to do, so you walk over and take his hand in your own to pull him towards the small corridor with two closed doors.

“Which one is it?” practically hearing the gears in his head turning, “your bedroom, baby,” you remind him. His eyes grew big as he got it and hastily nodded in understanding.

“This one,” he pointed and went to grip the door handle to the right door. Opening it, you saw a dim room, the blinds rolled down. It was still enough light flowing in for you to make out the bed, a dresser and a tv on shelves. Decorations aren’t visible except for the silhouettes.

Both of you walked in, Jungkook went to turn on the light but you stop him.

“It’s alright.” With a smile you reassure him, feeling his hands shaking slightly.

You’ve been an escort for about three years, so new customers aren’t something unknown to you. In fact, it’s always pretty enjoyable, the regular customers aren’t much fun anymore. There’s a routine settled already, they know what they want and they know they’re gonna get it.

So having a big, broad man standing in front of you, still holding onto your hand and seemingly growing smaller with every passing moment, does intrigue you.

“Should we maybe just talk first?” He suggests. You grin and hold back your chuckle, he surely must know that that’s not what you’re here for.

“Jungkook, baby,” you purr. “If you’re nervous about this it’s okay, but all I’m here for is to fuck you for your money, you know?” Stating the obvious seemed right.

“You can go wild, do whatever you want with me. For as long as you’re willing to pay, I’m yours.” That seemed to stir him into motion. He nodded and took a breath.

“Then.. sit down on the bed, please.” Jungkook knew that he didn’t have to ask, he knew that this was your job and that he could treat you the worst without consequences. But that just wasn’t him.

In this house, we respect women, Jungkook just wasn’t that kind of man. Yes, he’s got some preferences in bed, but before sex, respecting women always came first.

As you sat down, he joined you as well, leaning back on his hands and throwing his head back to move his bangs out of sight.

“Can we kiss? Like, is that alright?” He didn’t want to just go ahead, maybe you have boundaries? But he needed to get over his nerves, he wanted this. He just didn’t expect you to be this pretty, is all. It made him shy to think about sleeping with such a beautiful woman.

You nodded once, getting ready to straddle his lap. He was surprised from your sudden movement but you could tell that it was very much needed. Helping to spur him on is the least you could do.

“Say… should I dom you tonight? Do you prefer that?” You murmur. He just gave you the energy, even with his big built.

“No, I’m not a sub.” With a stern look in his eyes he reached his hand behind you and pushed you towards him. Fixating your lips, he quickly made eye contact to reassure himself if you consent for this and swept your lips in one move.

His lips were soft, tasted like cherries. They were puffy and he moved them agonizingly slow. Gladly accepting the sudden braveness from the man, you relaxed on his lap. His large hands held your waist tight and you felt incredibly small against him. At the image of the tall man, who’s hands started to roam your body, you let out an involuntary sigh.

Jungkook started mushing his lips against yours, nibbling on your bottom lip. His left hand moved up to your hair, pushed it back from your shoulders and held you by the back of your neck. The other one still gripped your waist, kneading the flesh. He pulled you closer, causing your middle to rub against his crotch while your dress kept riding up, so your panties were even more exposed. He looked down your bodies and groaned when he saw your lace clad pussy, firmly placed onto his lap.

“So that means I can’t get to know you first?” He dropped the question all of a sudden. You, not expecting any customer to ever prioritize getting to know you before getting off, let out a surprised chuckle.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me, what do you need to know about me other than my body and my name?” You purr and let your hands run across his broad chest. The perks of getting a young customer from time to time is that maybe, you’ll be able to get off from this too. Jungkook is a very attractive man, his facial features gorgeous and his body built like Adonis himself would be sitting under you. The muscly thighs just spur you on to grind down on him, even through the loose sweatpants, the girth of them wouldn’t go past you.

As your mind went into detail about how good it would feel when his thighs would clap against your own as he pounded into you well, Jungkook let his hands roam over you more, his right hand slipped from your waist down to your ass and the left situated itself right under the swell of your breasts.

“If you mind it that much, I will at least take my time to get to know your body, then. Go lay on the bed and be pretty, baby.” The sudden boost of confidence and the not missed radiance of dominance threw you off a little, to say the least. He said he wouldn’t be submissive, you just didn’t expect him to be this dominant either.

Before you obeyed him, you made quick movement in getting rid of your heels, assuming they wouldn’t be needed in the comfort of his bed. It was freshly made, as far as you can tell and the covers and pillows smelled like laundry detergent, not too intrusive of a smell. Laying down in the middle, you get comfy and look at Jungkook, who stood up from his place on the edge of his bed.

With his gaze fixed onto your form, he grinned and pulled his tight tee over his head from behind. The anticipated muscles didn’t disappoint at all, his pecks very much there, chest puffed and you see a happy trail disappear into the secrets of his loosely hanging sweats.

You wanted to just crawl over there and take him into your welcoming mouth, but the roles were clear and you didn’t want to go against him this early on. Instead, his knee pushed down onto the bed, his eyes seemingly darker and his arousal very clear if you looked at the outline of his hardened cock. Jungkook made his way to you and your breath hitched as he had you under him.

“You’re gonna be good and let me take off that pretty little dress of yours?” He grinned, taking one hand to slide up and down your upper arm and onto your shoulder. Two of his fingers slid under the strap and slowly pulled it down to expose your collarbone. He bends his head down and let his mouth glide across your skin, barely touching you. Your hands fly up to grip onto his forearms, the tension he built up getting to you. His smile wasn’t visible to you but the little exhale of breath as he huffed amused was still there.

“Jungkook..” you gasp when his lips finally touch your neck, “please.” Not knowing what you’re asking for, he still manages to excel. Carefully he bites into the skin just under your jaw and pulls it a little bit, kissed it after to heal the stinging. Laving his tongue up to the spot behind your ear he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth, the fingers that were just resting next to your arm slowly creeping under you in search of the zipper.

You helped a little bit, curved your back and automatically pressed into Jungkook’s chest with that. He’s warm and his skin seemed soft. He found the zipper and in contrast to his continuous, slow kisses, rips it down quickly.

He seemed eager to discover more of your skin.

With more vigor he unstrapped your other arm and, lifting up from his arms, he kneeled above you to shimmy your dress down your body and onto the floor. Your own arms fell down next to you from his movement, but you did not even stop to think of covering yourself up under his burning gaze.

“Beautiful,” was his only remark to this, his eyes roaming every inch of newly exposed skin. Your dress didn’t require you to wear a bra, so all you were wearing now were the innocently beautiful lace panties clinging to your pussy. A groan rumbled out of Jungkook’s chest at the view he got when he zeroed in on your middle. Your arousal was made visible through the wet spot and he dropped his hand down to your hip. His thumb barely ghosted over your lips and you shivered.

“Need to eat you out, baby.” He stated, licking his lips in anticipation. With a whimper you nodded, strongly agreeing to this. You needed him to do something, anything. He made you this affected, now he has to finish the job. With a look into your eyes he dropped down onto his forearms, kissing your lips eagerly.

“Wanna touch all of you, your body is so gorgeous,” Jungkook whispered into your ear, taking your earlobe in between his lips but still paid attention so that his teeth weren’t biting down, just grazing the soft skin. You reached up to dive your fingers into his soft hair and settle your hands on the back of his neck.

“Jungkook, I really need you. Please j-just-” you gasped when he pushed his knee against your groin.

“I wouldn’t call you good, seeing as to how impatient you are, hm?” His tone was clearly teasing, his eyes glinting as he looked at your trashing form. The pressure was nice, but just not enough. You needed friction.

“Look at you, grinding on my knee like a bitch in heat. I was trying to treat you like a princess,” he shakes his head in a demeaning way, “would you rather be treated like the bitch you are, then?” His chastising voice made your tummy feel heavy, the way he was talking to you making you feel so small.

“N-no, please.” Jutting out your bottom lip on instinct made Jungkook laugh, you looked unbelievably adorable. “If you wanna be worshipped, baby, you gotta earn it,” he reminded. You nodded, wanting nothing else other than for him to finally do something, but he won’t unless he deemed you behaved enough.

Happy with your compliance, he flashed a toothy smile and bent his head down again to peck your lips, before he kissed down your chin and neck, to the valley between your boobs. With his lips he trailed over to your right breast, circled your nipple with his tongue and you whimpered his name. Smugly, he grinned and took the bud between his teeth to pull at it a little. Your mewls got louder and when he was satisfied, he repeated the actions on your other nipple as well.

Your breathing started becoming heavier while Jungkook continued to leave sloppy kisses along his way to your tummy and finally, he was at your middle. Not done teasing you though, he started mouthing at your clothed slit, the touch barely there but still noticeable. Your hands went into his hair and you pushed and pulled at his soft strands.

The sweet moans you let out only spurred him on, he kissed over your hip bone and down to your thighs. The kisses trailed a little bit down to your knee until your trashing increased so much, Jungkook felt like he had to discipline you. So with one quick movement, he lifted his hand and let it collide with the inside of your left thigh. The sound was loud and startled you, but not as much as the feeling. You gasped in shock and your grip in his hair tightened for a few seconds.

“I said behave, you impatient little slut!” His voice boomed as he looked up at you with sharp eyes. His hand, still laying where he slapped your thigh, started kneading the smarting flesh. Without minding your ogling eyes, he moved up a little and presses his nose into your crotch. He inhaled deeply and fixed you with a strong look.

“Was just gonna tell you what a nice fucking pussy you have, but maybe you don’t deserve the praise?” He questioned harshly. You keened at his action, loved that he’s all over your body.

Just as you were about to apologize, trying to get Jungkook to do something, he harshly tugged your panties aside and took a good look at your wet slit. He let out an airy laugh.

“You’re really this wet already? Poor thing must feel so neglected, hm, pretty?” You blushed at his words, from shyness because of the nickname and shame because yes, you already were soaked without much foreplay. You mewl and try to push Jungkook away from you when he didn’t retreat after a few minutes, but suddenly he delved right in.

Licking a fat stripe up your folds, he left the teasing for another time. With your glistening, perfectly pink pussy right in front of him, he couldn’t have possibly held himself back for any second longer than necessary. He took your mound in like a man starved and slurped up all your juices. Running his tongue up and down your slit and twisting it in figures on your clit made you scream out, your grip on his scalp like iron and your legs squirming around next to Jungkook’s upper body.

He grips your thighs and throws them over his shoulders, holding you down with his hands on your tummy. He pressed his thumb down on your clit with his right hand and started pushing his wet muscle in and out of your tight hole. He moaned into you and let you feel the vibrations, getting you to throw your head back into his pillows and moan out loud.

“F-fuck! Like that, please, Jungkook! Oh-” you can tell that he was grinning, his ego pumped to the hill from the noises he coaxed out of you. Even though he’s loving a full face of your pussy, your juices wetting his face from nose to chin, he lifts his head up for a short moment, intently looking at your withering form.

“So, Y/N what’s your favorite color..?" Jungkook purred before he took another long swipe of your pussy making you gasp in pleasure.

“Jungkook are you serious right now?” You almost scream out, upset at how he even stopped to circle your clit with his thumb. Looking at him, you saw that he wasn’t going to continue until you answered his question. You exhaled and sank back into the cooling pillows.

“I like yellow..” he piqued up at that. “Oh wow, me too! I see, we’re getting along very nicely, pretty.” With a wink and that damned grin he lowered his head again, finally soothing the clammy feeling of need on your clit.

He seemed almost desperate, groaning into your lips as he slurped up your juices, slipping his tongue in and out of you and making you gasp. He continued to hold you down to stop you from squirming up the mattress and you felt like his prey, at loss of your expense and slumping on the bed as you hold onto his hair with weak hands.

“Jung-kook! Fuck!” Your gasp for him only spurred him on, he pressed his open mouth and flat tongue onto you and moved his face from side to side. “I’m gonna- nhhgg-“ an almost sadistic laugh rumbled through him and you shuddered. You could feel yourself get closer, his nose rubbing into your clit providing extra friction and your breath starts to get short. The heat built inside of your abdomen and you almost got pushed over when Jungkook removed himself completely off of you.

Left with no touch your eyes ripped open and you stared at his smug face with disbelief.

“What the fuck, Jungkook?” You groaned. He just laughed, wiping your glistening juices dry on his chin and nose with the back of his hand.

“You’re not going to cum unless it’s on my dick, baby.” He shrugged, “just to be clear, I decide everything around here.” Not wanting to admit how much you like the idea of him controlling you in such a way, you frowned and let your head fall back into his pillow.

“Understood?” He suddenly was on you, his eyes dark and lids heavy. You gasped but hastily nodded, whimpering when his unnoticed hand dragged over your sensitive clit. “Good girl,” Jungkook purred and mushed his head into the crook of your sweaty neck, mouthing at your skin and tickling your face with his hair that’s pointing in different directions after your rough pulling.

After assaulting your tender neck for a few quiet moments in which you were able to calm your breath, he got up on his knees in front of you, grabbing your underwear and, with a little help from you, dragged them down until they were off and tossed away. With a twinkle in his eyes he started soothing his hands up and down your legs.

“Ready for me?” He asked, his tone soft and hushed. He smiled at you and you were so delirious that you almost forgot your most important rule.

“Wait!” You sit up with wide eyes, flushing when you realized how sudden you were and saw Jungkook’s doe eyes staring at you in shock. “You.. you need to put on a condom, sorry.”

Expecting a complaint like from every other customer on how he’s clean and he’ll pull out and all that, you were surprised when he complied instantly and reached out to his nightstand to rummage through the drawer. With a smile he retreated a foil packet and held it up proudly.

“I just recently went and bought some!” He exclaimed happily and went ahead to rip it open. After hastily removing his sweatpants and boxers, leaving you ogling his hard dick, he was able to pinch the tip and roll the condom over his erection without much trouble, rubbing over the length of it to make sure it’s on properly. You gulped at his movements, can’t seem to remove the image of him at his desk, rubbing one off to some cheap porn he found on the internet. You already knew some of the pretty sounds he makes, groaning deeply when he tucks on his cock.

“Ready?” He checked in with you, ripping you from your little daydream. But why dream about him when you have the full meal right in front of you? He was more than ready to devour you in any way possible, never have you felt this good with a customer before. You nod, biting your lip. With his size, it would be a tight fit.

Impatiently but still collected he rubbed his head between your lips, dragging it through your wetness and applying pressure to your clit. You gasped and raised your hips, not wanting to be teased like this when you could be welcoming him into your warmth already.

Wrapping your legs around his petite waist, you urged him on, “hurry, Jungkook! Just fuck me alrea-“ your words morphed into a squeal with the pressure his tip brought. He pressed it against your opening, slowly making way for him and as you start to swallow him he panted and looked up from where you’re connected.

“Your pretty pussy is so tight, baby. I can’t fit,” he gasped, shocked with how tight you actually are. It’s a nice snug feeling for him, your walls tightening around him when the first inches finally dip into you. You both moan in ecstasy when he pushed further and your pussy gripped him like a vice.

Pushing your head backwards and curving your back, you gripped his covers and mewled. “You’re so big, Kook, make me feel so full!” The sentence slips out, wasn’t even practiced. You didn’t have to fake the feeling you had right now, he was fully satisfying you and you had no problem admitting to that.

Ragged breath and slowly working up a sweat, Jungkook held himself atop your figure, pushing his hands into the bed next to you and holding his hips for a little to let you get used to him.

“Can I move?” He carefully asked, sincerely looking into your eyes. Once again, you just nodded, not able to form any words because he felt so nice inside of you.

Having your go, he started to pull out and you felt the drag on your walls. With more strength he pushed into you, slamming his hips against your buttocks and making you shift up the mattress a little. You moan loudly, his power took you by surprise and his girth, that stays consistent until the very end of his shaft, filled you completely. He was thick, you already knew that but with the length he has on him his head was snugly laying against your cervix, just kissing it and you clench around him when the tip brushed your spot as he pulled out again.

Jungkook continued at a slow pace, hard slams into your pussy that dragged on your walls and made you keen. Not able to keep your eyes open, you squeezed them shut and gasped out his name. “Please, take me how you want to, I’m yours to play with. Use me, Jungkook!” You spurred him on, partly for your own advantage. You were close again quickly due to your neglection earlier and with his dick sliding in and out of you, you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

It had its intended effect on him, he fell down onto his forearms and pushed his forehead into your shoulder. His hot breath was on your skin and you moved your hands into his hair, noticing that he enjoyed it being played with.

“You’re close.” It was not even a question, he already knew how much you want to cum and he knows you’ll be there soon. “Cum for me, baby. If you wanna be a good little slut, then cum.” His commanding tone made you shudder and you reached one of your hands down his body to where you meet, starting to rub at your clit but he catches your wrist in his hand.

“No touching, I know you can cum just like this. All you need ‘s my dick, hmm?” and fuck, yes it was. With a few more slams of his hips you were shaking around his form, one hand clamming onto his shoulder, the other still in his hair, now pulling on his roots. He moaned heavily into your ear, gasping when you clenched hard and sank your nails into his flesh.

“Mmh, knew you would be able to do it, so proud of you,” he praised, heaving himself up a little to kiss your lips and lick into your mouth. You whined when he pulled away, chasing after his soft lips.

With caution he started to move his hips again, building up a rhythm and pushing himself up on his hands again. His eyebrows were knitted together, face full of concentration and he let his tongue slide over his lips to wet them.

“Such a good cunt, you’re such a fucking slut, letting me fuck you like this. God baby, I’m gonna cum soon.” You moaned at that, anticipating his release, wanting to please him as best as you can. You were already gasping and panting again, nearing your second orgasm slowly.

“Please, Jungkook, make me cum again” you whine, “so close!” He grinned at that, his confidence boosting with every whimper that leaves your mouth because of him and what he does to you.

He loved seeing you come undone for him like this, laying under him and grabbing at everything you can grasp. His thrusts were so hard that you needed to hold yourself close to him, otherwise you would just ride up the bed and into the pillows.

Your hands were clamming at his arms, eyes blurry with tears threatening to fall. Your entire body felt like you were on fire, your cunt clenching around Jungkook and trying to keep him in, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Such a cockhungry whore. Can’t get enough of my dick, huh?” his hips rammed faster into you, he stopped sliding out and almost didn’t remove himself from you anymore. “Need to fuck until you can’t even think anymore, hmm?” You nod, looking into his eyes and moaned loudly.

“You fuck me s..so good! Want you to cum on me, cum all over me, please!” You begged, couldn’t handle the pressure in your abdomen anymore. “Jungkook.. pleaseplease!”

“Ffuck! Gonna cum all over you, baby,” he pushed himself off of you and pulled out, ripping off the condom and quickly rubbing over his cock. He bit his lip, eyes zeroing in on your shaking body and with deep groans of pleasure, let his seed spurt out onto you. The first few shot up to under your breasts, Jungkook kept tugging on his head to squeeze out everything he’s got. Most of his release ended up on your tummy and a few drops on top of your mound.

Jungkook moved his thumb to rub your clit with it, loving the milky tint your skin got from his cum. You mewled at the touch and pushed your hips into him.

“Wanna cum.. please..” you murmured, looking into his strong eyes and pleading him to get you off again.

“Need me to fill up your tiny pussy again, slut?” All but eager you nodded and wiggled your hips with a wicked grin. “Please, make me cum so hard I forget everything but your name, Jungkook.”

That seemed to convince him, because suddenly he lowered his head again, licking his cum off your clit with tiny wiggles with just the tip of his tongue and pushed three fingers inside of you. You startled and gripped his hair again, pulling and pushing, not sure if you want him to stop or continue. He took the decision off of you and started to curl his fingers, rapidly pushing in and out of you, precisely keeping his fingertips on your sensitive tissue.

Your thighs started shaking, tears actually streaming over your cheeks and your body contracted fast and hard. You were scared you had to pee but suddenly your ears made a shrill sound and you felt wetness around you. Your sight went white for a little and you felt yourself slump down, taken by a wave of pleasure. You were heaving and moaning loudly and your hand went limp in Jungkook’s hair.

“Shit, baby..” you faintly hear his voice and wonder why he seemed so far away.

Slowly your hand started to tingle and you felt yourself being moved around. Your body came back into your control after what seemed like an eternity and when you opened your eyes, Jungkook was right in front of you, still between your legs.

“That was so hot!” He exclaimed, the short moment where you could see a bit of worry on his face fading and fascination adorned his expression.

“What the fuck.. happened..” you whispered, in shock. “You squirted! That was sick!” You what? You’ve never done that before!

Your eyes widen and when you put your hands under where you laid, you feel the wetness soak the sheets. Starting to blush, your first instinct was to apologize but Jungkook made quick work of leaving a kiss on your lips, “no need to be sorry, baby. Best experience in my life, thought it was just a myth!”

“Guess these are the Gamer perks, huh? Can move my hands really fast,” he smirked and the cocky tone was prominent in his voice.

Without being able to process anything, you only saw his head disappear again and felt him lick softly around your lower lips, still wet with release. “You taste really good, could eat you all day long,” he stated, mumbling into your slit.

When he noticed you squirming, he figured you were sensitive, so he moved up again. Laying down beside you with one arm around your stomach, Jungkook exhaled and snuggled into the pillows.

“Let’s shower? We made a mess.” He chuckled, moving to stand up from his bed but you shook your head.

“I don’t think we should.. uhm..” you weren’t sure how to tell him that after fucking him, you didn’t feel comfortable enough to shower with him. You’re not here for aftercare, just for him to fuck and pay you.

“Ah well, let’s cuddle for a while then. We can shower later.” Hearing the smile in Jungkook’s sleepy voice hurt you for an odd reason, a bad conscience nagging you.

“Cuddling isn’t included in service, Jungkook.” You tried to sound serious, cogent but he just put his head on your chest and smacked his lips in a lazy manner.

“I’ll pay for it. Just stay a little, alright?” You feel bad when you noticed that you really wanted to stay. Not for money, but because his company was very soothing. Thinking about it, never has another customer offered to care for you after they got off. Before you could think about it too much, you pushed him off and sat up.

“Not during working hours, kook.” There was a cold tone lacing into your words, trying to make it clear where his limits were. Looking around, you only spotted your dress, no panties.

Deciding quickly, you pulled your dress on, zipping it up only halfways and stood up. You can just get new underwear, but right now you needed to leave before you’d get all soft on him and stay for cuddles.

Putting on your shoes, you tried to sound nice when saying, “I will take cash.. you kinda need to pay me right now..“ slowly turning around, you find him lying on his bed, one leg propped up and his head resting on his hand. He was looking at you tiredly and only nodded somberly.

“Right, yeah. Hold on, I‘ll get it.” Awkwardly waiting in his bed room, you fiddled with your fingers. Not after long, he came back with a stack of cash and let you count through it. When you knew you had all the money your work is worth, you nodded and gave him a small smile.

“Alright, thank you, Y/N. Get home safe.” The soft tone made your heart ache, how sweet of him to tell you this. With a little wave you turned around and left the room, ultimately closing the door to his apartment and leaving the building.

Jungkook was able to hear your steps click on the floor in the hallway, until these too, faded away.

Yawning, he stretched his spent body, settling on just wiping his dick and lower region instead of showering, too tired to do that much. He’ll do it later at night, after he took a nap. A stream for his subscribers was deemed necessary anyway, so he’d have no choice other than getting up again after a little rest.

Laying back down, this time with a new pair of boxers on, he tried to get as much sleep in as possible, but you wouldn’t leave his mind. Your noises and your pretty face, that wonderful body of yours and how you’d say his name over and over again.

You felt so good against his skin and fit perfectly against his body and — was he really swooning over an escort right now? Shaking his head, he tried to think about anything else.

After tossing and turning for about half an hour, sleep slowly took him in. But your sweet smile and cute voice still hung in his thoughts as he drifted off.

“Y/N! Your customer’s waiting!” Your coworker and best friend in this little hell of your own stormed in screaming. Rolling your eyes, you finished munching on the olives meant to be served with the drinks.

You were working almost every day, needing the money. And this customer of yours is one of the regulars, a special guest. He chose you as his new favorite plaything and now you have to suffer. He’s very touchy, very clingy.

He gets attached once he found a liking in one of the girls and if they want to stay, they have to endure it. When you just came in he already was sat at one of the lounges, talking to his rich friends who also frequent this club. Aphrodite’s Erotes is a famous club for many things. One of the more incautious ones, you must realize, considering that you had a website advertising the escorts, a number put onto it, accessible for everyone.

You don’t know how this club still exists, really. Police has come in often, checking the workers and building to see if they were right in assuming this was a whorehouse. Everytime your boss was able to get them to believe his lies. He’s good at that. Made you believe his lies too, once when you were still hopeful of graduating high school, attending college, building up a perfect suburban life.

You were silly, to believe the bullshit he was spewing. Luring you in, telling you he loved you. He spent more than a year with you, acting like a sweet, caring boyfriend. And then, when you were fully sucked in, he made you work for him.

He told you you couldn’t survive in the heights of the academic, education would fail you and you’d end up on the street, throwing your life away. And you trusted his words, no matter how much they hurt you.

When he came in one day, putting on a show of crying, telling you that people were after him and he was to get killed if he wouldn’t come up with a hell of a lot of money in the next month, you were willing to do anything to save him and the love you both have. He explained how he was trying to buy you a ring, make you his and love you forever, but he scammed them and now they want their money back.

Being the romantic you are, you believed everything he told you.

So you started working in this club, no idea that it was your boyfriend who owned it. Not until after a month, when you gave up all the money you earned for him, he told you.

You were devastated, crying and screaming. That night you were trying to leave him, his apartment you moved into, but he convinced you to stay. He told you everything was going to be alright and eventually he’d quit running the club and the two of you would run away together. Over time he made you dependent on him. You didn’t know who you were without him, attached but hating it.

After another month he strolled into the club, a different girl to his side. He broke up with you that day, but you weren’t able to leave. Your boss took in almost all the money that you earn, your piece not enough to afford a living without his help. He’s willing to buy you everything you desire, but won’t let you get away from him. You guessed he found pleasure in seeing you wither away in his own four walls.

Taking the drinks with you on a tray, you put on your best smile and walked out to the lounge. The rich men greeted you heartily with a smile and your client opened his arms to invite you into his lap with a grin.

You put down the drinks and walked over to him, welcoming him and slinging your arms around his broad shoulders.

“Y/N, my angel. Glad to see you again.” His eyes roamed over your body, clad in a tight dress that’s riding up your thighs. His big hands smoothed over you buttocks and your hips to pull you more into him.

“I was waiting patiently for you, Taehyung,” you fake giggled, smiling into his face and making him coo at you.

“I know you were, little doll.” Very content with your obedience he sank into the pillows of the soft velvet couch and took his cigar into his ring clad hand.

“Where were you last time we came here? We were asking for you but your little friend said you weren’t in.” Taehyung’s companion, Jimin, asked you with a sceptical look and furrowed brows. He looked intimidating when he wanted to, big rings on his fingers and whiskey in his hand.

“Had a customer,” you murmur. Even though Taehyung knows what you do, he takes loyalty very serious. You see him scowl when you look over. He tsked and tapped your butt a little.

“Was he fun? Fucked you good, hm?” He taunted. It was humiliating, to be sat on his lap and pushed to talk about the work you do. Taehyung expects you to tell him that he would always be better, that Jungkook didn’t reach up to his level. but you wouldn’t lie.

Jungkook was the first guy who treated you like a woman and not just a toy for him to play with. He made sure you felt comfortable and left with an orgasm of your own. Never once did one of the men visiting this club ask about you, your favorite color. It annoyed you at that moment, his teasing wasn’t timed very well, but it felt real. Taking the money afterwards wasn’t an act you were proud of, feeling dirty almost with what you do. And he was nice about it as well. Ugh.

“He did..” you admit, quiet, because you know that your answer wasn’t welcome. The man around you broke into laughter. Mocking almost, they held their drinks up, congratulated you for the good sex.

“You keep forgetting your place,” Taehyung whispered into your ear, bit your earlobe and chuckled. You wanted to leave. Just wanted to go home, lay in bed and feel warm. But even there you wouldn’t feel comfortable, living with your boss, not able to get your own place. Home felt like a prison of your own.

“Ah, the man of the house!” Seokjin, another rich man and friend of Taehyung exclaimed. The men moved to stand up, you and another girl that sat next to Seokjin getting up with them. Your boss stood there, smiling proudly when he saw you.

“Taehyung, if I could borrow my sweet Y/N for a moment?” The men exchange a handshake and Taehyung nudged you towards the other, “hope to see her back later, I’m not here to drink and chat.”

He nodded and took your wrist in his hand. “You got a call, I’ll drive you over.” It wasn’t a nice offer, it was him controlling you, his tone made his intentions very clear. Rolling your eyes, you pull your wrist out of his grasp.

“No need to. I’ll walk.” Your protest enraged the man. “Whatever, quit being a bitch. Taehyung complained about how you’re not into it enough. If you keep going like this he’ll look for another whore to fuck.” His words felt like a slap into your face. You weren’t willing to keep listening to him, so you turned around and walked to the bar.

Your coworker already saw your aggravation on your face and gave you a pitying look. “There you go, baby. It’s the new customer from last week.” She told you, handing you the note with his address. “Jungkook, was it?” with a puzzled face, you nodded. Never would’ve expected him to call again, let alone ask for you.

“Should I give you a ride?” She offered, interrupting your schoolgirl-like excitement. Exhaling, you nodded, thankful that you wouldn’t have to walk or pay for an uber yourself.

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↳ chapter seven: do i wanna know

❧ genre: tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

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❧ chapter song: Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

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All eyes were on Denki as he held two cards in his hand. There was a shit eating grin on his face and his own golden eyes glanced across the way at you.

"I hope everyone is ready to be naked except me," he chuckled and scratched at his bare chest that was littered in a chaotic mess of tattoos.

Granted, the man was already almost naked himself, only a pair of fitted briefs graced his shockingly well-defined body. You, along with Kirishima, Bakugou, Sero and Deku watched in anticipation when he laid down a card with a smile still on his face. Placing a hand on his knee he looked around the circle, proud, not even saying a word like he had already won the game.

Sero was biting on his lip and trying not to lose his composure while Kirishima and Deku quietly chuckled and shook their head. Denki quirked a golden brow and scratched his head. Bakugou tossed his head back and laughed before sitting back on his palms and showing off even more of his muscular build.

"You dumbass," was all the blonde chortled.

Denki looked at the cards laying on the floor in a pile then to his own, "I don't see why you guys are laughing, I have one card left while you fuckers have handfuls."

"Exactly Denki except you forgot one key part of this game," Sero snorted.

Denki looked from his friend and back to the one card in his hand, it was a death blow too, he was sure to win but that's when it hit him, "Oh shit – wait! UN – "

"UN – NO fucker! You're too late, drop em," you yelled out and chunked a piece of pizza crust at his face.

Finally everyone started to laugh, you and Sero both falling out onto the floor you sat on and grabbing at your sides. On either side of you, Bakugou and Kirishima both chuckled and shook their heads. Denki glared at everyone in the circle before throwing his last card down and jumping to his feet.

"Fuck you guys, I hate UNO!"

"Too bad, rules are rules Denki, well try not to laugh too hard," Deku snorted and trailed his fingers up the man's calf.

Denki kicked at him only making the green-haired man laugh more before taking a drink of his beer. Kirishima snickered and felt something brush against his leg, his crimson eyes looked down to see your head nudging it while hands covered your face and muffled giggles were spewing from underneath. His eyes couldn't help but wonder down your shirtless body. It was hard for him to focus on the game of strip UNO all night with you sitting right next to him, so close. Bakugou teasing and touching you didn't help.

Kirishima looked over to the blonde on the other side of you to see he wasn't paying attention at all, but more joining in on the teasing of their friend who was about to be completely naked.

So far, the red-head was doing good on your bet of being nice, throughout the multiple rounds of UNO the two of you would sometimes help each other out, becoming so close to being naked yourselves, not that either of you minded.

Smirking, Kirishima went to move one of your hands away from your face, revealing blushed cheeks and tear pricked eyes, lips parted and gasping for air between laughs.

He took a deep breath and stared for a minute longer, trying to burn the image into his brain. Your eyes looked up at him, his hand still holding yours and you not caring to make him let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes with the other hand and smiled at the man.

"You know staring isn't nice Ei, I'm sure that could cost you the bet."

Kirishima rolled his eyes and placed his entire palm on your face, making you laugh. "I'm not staring, maybe I'm admiring."

Two hands wrapped around his and moved it from your face, casually holding it to your chest like a stuffed animal.

"Maybe you're full of shit. Eijirou Kirishima doesn't admire me, he despises me."

Kiri titled his head and clicked his tongue, a somewhat irritated expression on his face, "I don't despise you (Y/N)," he replied as his thumb subconsciously rubbed across your clavicle.

"Well you have an odd way of showing your admiration, maybe I should make these bets with you more often ... I like this Eijirou," you replied.

Those last four words just melting from your lips softer than anything Kirishima has ever heard.

He swallowed harshly and the two of you stared at each other while his thumb still rubbed your skin and your hands held his arm close. Being like this just felt so natural and so – right. The urge to lean over and kiss you was welling up inside of his chest and making it tighter, at the same time his head kept round-housing his heart, demanding it stay down and remember that this can't happen, not as long as he lived the life he did.

"Hey Darcy and Elizabeth, eyes up here," Denki suddenly called out.

Kirishima looked away before you did – him, Bakugou, Sero and Deku both groaning in disgust at the same time and the red-head quickly looked back down at you, chuckling. You went to turn your head but Kirishima moved a hand to stop it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you little one, you may never be able to get that image out of your head."

You chuckled and moved Kirishima's hand.

"I can handle a dick Kiri, they're all the – whoa, what the fuck!"

Quickly your hands were shielding your eyes and you giggled, peeking out from between your fingers. "Denki, is your dick – pierced?"

"Yes ma'am, wanna look closer?"

Kirishima cut eyes at the electric male, "Really dude?"

"I'm just asking, it's not every day you see a pierced dick," Denki replied with his hands up.

You only chuckled and rolled back over, looking up at Kiri.

"I'm good Denki, I know what they look like. My ex was pierced all over. I just have one question," you smirked then sat on up your elbows, (h/c) hair falling down and brushing against Kirishima.

Your eyes zeroed in on Bakugou, he looked over and quirked a brow before smirking while he shook his head, "The answer is no, I didn't pierce that fucker's dick. I didn't even pierce my own."

"What?" Your eyes widened and you sat up fully, "You're pierced too?"

The blonde smirked and grabbed your thighs roughly making your back fall to the floor again with a yelp and pulled you closer to him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Mhm, wanna see for yourself princess?"

Your eyes couldn't help but wonder down Bakugou's bare chest, taking in the colorful grenades and roses, then trailing over his torso and abdomen before landing on his crotch that was extremely close to your own. With a smirk you reached a hand out, grabbing his belt and staring him in the eye. Getting brave, the male leaned forward, his hands trapping your torso on the floor and his face inches from yours.

"Maybe some other time, Kacchan."

Deku spit out his beer and cackled, Sero joined in and Denki chuckled as well. The only one not laughing was Kirishima.

Instead his eyes were alight with fire, staring at how Bakugou was hovering over you, both shirtless and looking down as if you were prey for him to feast on. The blonde glanced over to see his friend looking clearly threatened, he smirked and looked back at you before lowering his lips to your ear and whispering only loud enough for you to hear him.

"Just wait princess – when that time comes, I'll fucking ruin you," he spoke in a tone dripping with lust before his teeth took your cheek between them.

Your fists clenched and you couldn't deny the heat coursing through your entire being or the small grunt that Bakugou coaxed out with his bite, he chuckled with his mouth still full of your flesh before releasing it and kissing at the teeth marks softly.

"Get a fucking room you two, preferably Sero's," Denki interjected.

Sero scoffed and took the naked man's shirt, twirling it before making it snap on his thigh. "No one is fucking in my room, you two can go somewhere else with that and Denki – put your fucking pants back on!"

You giggled and pushed the blonde off, he smirked and sat back, taking your hand to help you sit back up. Your palm pushed his face and he chuckled as you twirled around to face away from him and sat crisscrossed. His red eyes looked at your back and the scar it held. You flinched when you felt a finger lightly running the length of it but quickly relaxed.

"Look guys, I'm not fucking anyone tonight – I mean unless sweet Deku asks," you cooed and looked straight at the freckled faced man who was drinking his beer.

Just as before, he spit it out and his hand came up to hit his chest while he coughed. Laughing, you moved back to your spot between Bakugou and Kirishima, leaneding over the red-heads lap and patted Deku's knee.

"I'm joking green bean, I love you."

Kirishima rolled his eyes and sat back on his palms, "You're so not joking, if Deku really did want to fuck you, you'd let him and probably anyone else in this room."

You glanced up at Kirishima and smirked.

"And is there something wrong with that Red? I don't belong to anyone, so I'm free to do whatever and whomever I damn well please. Even you," you smiled, moving the hand on Deku's leg over to his own and squeezing it.

The red-head smirked and leaned closer, the tip of his nose touching the tip of yours.

"You wouldn't be able to handle me little one."

"Oh but I'd love to try," you replied with a cocky smile before quickly nipping at his nose and moving from before him.

He side eyed you, staring at him all proud. Shaking his head Kirishima playfully pushed your face and picked his cards back up. "Shut up and let's finish this game."

Everyone grinned and quickly the game was back on. Between Bakugou and Kirishima, you were getting your ass beat and struggling to keep your clothing on. It all came crashing down when Bakugou placed down a 'reverse' card, meaning you had to remove another article of clothing, which was your pants.

With a cocky smile he looked to you.

"Strip princess."

You softly punched his shoulder before placing your cards down and laying flat on the floor. Of course every pair of eyes were on you as the button and zipper of the jeans were being un-done.

"You know I should charge all of your asses for this," you spat out while lifting your hips and pushing the garment down.

Bakugou and Kirishima both stared and wore smirks, until the jeans were down to your knees as you sat back up.

There were multiple hand-prints burned into the plump flesh of your thighs, dragging down and smeared like blood. Soon the three other men were staring, no one saying a word as you chunked the pair of jeans over your shoulder and looked up to see that all eyes were glued to one area. Looking down you hummed, placing your hands on your thighs and rubbing them gently.

"I uh – I kind of forget they're there. I've had them for so long."

Soon a hand was gripping your wrist and moving it from the burned skin, you looked to see it was Kirishima and there was a look on his face you've never seen before. It was almost as if he were concerned or just highly pissed off.

"Did the same asshole who stabbed you do this?"

"What – stabbed," Sero and Denki both questioned with shock.

You snatched your wrist from Kiri's hand and looked around the room, suddenly feeling self-conscious. The men weren't looking at you with disgust or anything of the sort, but with pity and you hated that. You didn't want pity or sympathy for the past, it was over and done.

"Uh – ", you started while rubbing the side of your neck nervously, " I – uh."

"What's going on here?"

Your eyes glanced up to see Shouto standing behind Denki and Deku while shoving his phone into his pants pocket. His eyes scanned everyone before landing on you, falling on the scars that dressed your skin. Subtly his eyes widened and looked directly at your own. Shouto didn't need to ask what the marks where, in fact they were similar in color to his own scar that adorned his face.

"Well we were just about to learn who the fucker is that did that so we can track him down and light his ass up," Denki growled as he pointed a finger to your scars.

"Calm down Sparky, like I said it happened a long time ago. I'm fine obviously."

"Are you though," Kirishima quietly asked with a stern voice, his red eyes burning into you.

Looking back, you nodded at him, "Yes, I am."

Shouto walked around the circle and stopped behind you. He removed his heavy coat and lowered to sit on the floor, you grunted when his arm wrapped around and pulled you between his legs as he casually laid the coat over your lap, shielding the scars from prying eyes.

"If she doesn't want to elaborate on it topic any further, then don't push it."

"Yeah guys, lets just get back to the game okay, she'll tell us when she's ready," Izuku added and squeezed Denki's shoulder to reassure his worried friend.

A defeated "fine" rung out around the men and the game continued without another word.

Shouto hooked his head over your shoulder, making you turn to look at him.

"Thank you Shouto."

"It's nothing (Y/N). Now, tell me how you play this?"

With a grin the two of you quietly talked back and fort as you explained the rules. A draw two card meant an item of clothing had to be removed, if you placed down a wild card then one piece could be put back on. A wild card plus draw four meant the next person had to remove two items of clothing and if anyone got down to one card and forgot to call out UNO they would have to strip completely.

Shouto hummed and the two of you worked together against the other five men, Denki called out that your team was unfair until Shouto shot him a look that instantly had the golden-haired man shutting up. As the game went on, it got to where everyone in the group was now down to just their underwear.

You looked at all the men, taking in just how extremely muscular they all were, and somewhat covered in ink. You won't lie your heart did a flip when Kirishima had to remove his shirt earlier in the game, revealing his covered chest that had a dragon sprawled across it that flowed with his theme of thick clouds and flowers. At the moment your eyes were on him, just admiring the detail and color of his tattoos, until a foot kicked at your knee.

Looking over you saw Bakugou smirking as he pointed toward the pile of cards, on the top laid a draw two. Your eyes widened and you looked down, all you had left were your bra and panties.

Unbeknownst to you, Kirishima was panicking on the inside for you!

Shouto looked over to see the color draining from the red-heads face. Soon, Shouto pulled away from your back, hands going to the hem of his sweater and pulling it off, chunking it sideways to Bakugou. The blonde shook his head with a smile and flipped both of you off.

Turning your head to look at Shouto, shirtless behind you, you froze.

For the first time you were seeing his own tattoos – thick brushstrokes of black ran from his forearms and up to his shoulders, flowing around two opposing oni masks on each pec. One white and frozen in ice, the other red and engulfed in flames. There was also Japanese calligraphy going down his torso. It all came together so nicely and was just as stunning as he was.

Looking back at the oni masks had you facing forward again and examining each of the men. You didn't realize till now but everyone had a mask somewhere on their bodies, Kiri's on his left bicep that faced you, Deku's on his right forearm, Denki's was hidden in the map of random tattoos on his lower stomach, as well as Sero's that hid in the geometric designs of his sleeve, then Bakugou's – which was on his shin that wore a samurai helmet along with a dragon.

"Is that like a thing between you guys, the oni masks," you questioned and laid down a plain card.

"Pretty much, like a 'family' tattoo," Deku answered as he looked down at his own piece of ink.

You smiled at him and looked at your body, bare and plain.

"I feel so naked compared to all of you, you know tattoo wise. I don't think I'll ever be able to catch up but I wouldn't mind another one. In fact – I want one from each of you, Sero and Shouto."

Sero's black eyes looked up and a triangular smile crossed his face.

"Really? What are you thinking about getting?"

Shouto rested his head back on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist as he felt you shudder; he activated his quirk just a bit to help kill the chill in your body. You smiled and kissed his temple and thanked him briefly before replying.

"Well I really like those sternum tattoos, they look really pretty."

"Those are pretty tough – pain wise I mean," Sero replied.

Kirishima smirked and laid down a card, "She's tough, she sat like a rock through that little rib piece."

You looked over to Kirishima and smiled at him, he smiled back and reached out a hand to ruffle your hair. You and Sero continued to talk back and forth about what exactly you wanted. You wanted to keep it ocean related. Deku thought himself and suggested an octopus, Denki agreed on the idea as well and mentioned how you could either dress it up or keep it minimal.

"Oh yeah that sounds really cool, would you want to do that for me Sero," you asked with a smile.

The black-haired male smiled back and nodded.

"Of course I would sweetheart, anything for you. We can knock it out this week."

You nodded in return and the UNO game continued, but not for much longer. In the end Deku wound up winning. As everyone tossed their cards into the pile, Bakugou suggested taking a smoke break to which Shouto and Denki agreed on. Clothes were placed back on. Kirishima and Sero tagged along with their three friends outside into the cold, Deku excused himself to the bathroom and you were left alone with Shouto's coat draped over your shoulders.

Looking around you inched closer and closer to a keyboard that sat along a wall in what seemed to be a sort of nook of the house.

Sitting down on the small bench, you turned the instrument on and started to play random keys. After a few minutes Denki came back inside, he grabbed a blanket off the couch and smiled as he hopped over to where you were.

"Scoot over lil'mama," he commanded.

Smiling, you did so and the two of you played around on the keyboard. Shortly after Deku came along and sat in a chair close by, the three of you making small talk with each other, all while a whole other conversation was going on outside between the other men.

"What," Kirishima questioned Bakugou who was chuckling at him.

"Nothing, it's just nice to see you finally got some fucking sense. Should we be expecting the wedding soon?"

Kirishima rolled his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up Bakugou, we have a bet going on. If I can be nice to her all night then I get a hundred bucks. Other than that it doesn't mean shit."

"That's a little fucking harsh man, are you seriously gonna go back to being a total dick to her after tonight," Sero questioned, an overprotective aura starting to emulate from him.

The red-head shrugged his shoulders, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets.

"I don't know okay, why are you all on my back about this shit anyway?"

Shouto took a final drag from his cigarette before removing it from his lips and crushing the butt of it on the bottom of his boot. He looked at Kirishima and flicked the used item at him, causing the male to look at him confused.

"Because – she may be tough Eijrou, but she's still a person. Just because you want to suppress these feelings for the girl doesn't give you an excuse to treat her like some dog shit you stepped in. I understand why you don't want her getting close and if making her hate you is what you really want – then go for it but she's not going anywhere. You've all already become so attached to her and her with you, meaning we have a weak spot now."

Bakugou scoffed and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Let someone else try to lay a fucking finger on her, we'll take care of em. I still want to find the bastard that did all that other shit to her and do it all back to him tenfold"

Sero shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "Well I think it's safe to say we all do, but if she doesn't want to open up about that part of her life right now then we need to just drop it. Shouto is right though Kiri, she's not going anywhere, so why keep up this act? Just in one night the two of you have done a complete 180 and honestly, it's nice to see you two not at each other's throats. You really want to just demolish all the progress you've made, just like that?"

Kirishima looked out into the dark and snow as he thought.

Sero and Shouto were both right but he just couldn't get over the fact that someone could use your life against him had the wrong person found out you were his.

He sighed and looked to Sero.

"I'll tone it down, but I'm not sure that I should risk anything else. Shouto's right, she's a weakness, but the second the wrong fucker finds out that's she's specifically my fucking weakness, it's over and if anything ever happened to her because I was stupid enough to let her in, I'd never forgive myself."

"But say she does find out what we are, I mean she will eventually, we can't hide this shit from her forever. What if she accepts you as you are, accepts the danger and consequences, it could –"

"I wouldn't fucking let her Sero! Being with someone like us is like a death sentence," Kiri snapped.

The men looked at him and could see he was clearly frustrated, the red-head moved from his spot and walked towards the door.

"I'll ease up on her, that should be enough. Now fucking drop it."

Kirishima walked back inside, slamming the door shut behind him and moving to the kitchen in search of a drink. He stopped when he saw you at the fridge, searching it and humming while subtly dancing with yourself along to music that was now playing on the speaker in the living room.

Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms and quietly watched you look in the freezer part of the appliance and perked up at the sight of a pint of ice cream. Your body continued to bounce and bop along as you took it out and grabbed a spoon from the utensil drawer.

"Run~, don't tell me bye-bye. Run~, you make me cry cr– ah what the fuck," you yelled out, dropping the spoon once you turned around to see Kirishima there with a smile on his face.

Kirishima chuckled and quirked a brow as he pushed off from the wall.

"I could ask the same thing little one. Do you always raid people's fridge like a gremlin?"

"For your FYI, this place is like a second home, I'm welcome to whatever I like," you replied while bending over to pick up the spoon then sat it and the ice cream on the counter before attempting to hop up onto it but struggled.

"One, you were only one word away from finishing that phrase without having to use the acronym and two – " he paused, coming behind you and lifting you up by the hips, making you yelp as he sat you down on the counter, "you're welcome for the lift, I'll be taking that hundred bucks now."

"Hah! You still got one more hour Eijirou," you teased before placing a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, "Shit that's cold – here you can have an indirect kiss as a token of my gratitude!"

Kirishima smirked at you scooping another spoonful and offering it to him.

"No thanks, that spoon was on the floor you animal."

"For like one second! Stop being a pussy and just accept my indirect kiss," you instructed before slipping the spoon between his sharp teeth.

"You little shit," he growled, taken off guard before running after you once you bolted from the counter and to the living room.

Squealing, you tried to outrun him and call for help but he caught up to you in no time. His arms scooping you up before falling back onto the couch. You laughed and squirmed in his lap from being tickled so harshly and trying not to make a mess with the pint of ice cream still in your hand.

"You're a pain in my ass you know that," he chuckled and continued to tickle.

"Y-yes, I have succeeded – hah, in life!"

This only made Kirishima tickle you with more force, your laughter reaching a higher pitch along with squeals and pleas. This whole situation was the opposite of what the man needed right now but getting along with you actually came to him so easily and just made everything that much more difficult for him.

He meant what he said to Sero, he would ease up on you but he had a feeling that would be his downfall and that sooner or later, he'd completely succumb to you.

"Yo fam, I'm glad you're getting along and shit, but can you please keep from getting ice cream on the couch," Denki requested from the other side of the room.

"Only when she begs me to stop!" Kirishima smirked.

You smirked back, trying to stay serious but the giggles and smiles wouldn't stay back.

"Oh getting kinky are we?"

Rolling his eyes and grabbing a couch pillow, Kirishima placed it over your face, lightly pulling your head back against his shoulder.

"I change my mind, go to sleep."

“Eijirou," you whined underneath the pillow.

The red-head moved it out of the way and craned his neck to look at you, "Yes?"

After wiping tears from your eyes and catching your breath, you looked at the man with the biggest puppy dogs eyes and lips pouting as you melted more into his chest, head lulling on him.

"Please stop Eijirou, I'll be a good girl."

Kirishima's fingers still dug into your flesh, but stopped tickling, he inhaled deeply staring at you and trying his hardest not to break from the pathetic yet adorable look you gave, not to mention how your voice was like velvet when it spoke.

"Tch, you're so eager to please huh," he breathed out and let his hands finally rest on your hips before hooking his chin over your shoulder.

You hummed and started to eat the ice cream, after taking a bite you offered one to Kirishima, to which he didn't deny this time. You smiled and sunk down lower into his chest and lap, snuggling close and sharing the cold treat together.

It wasn't long before Bakugou, Shouto and Sero made their way back in. Bakugou smirked upon seeing you and Kirishima all cozy on the couch together.

"Tone it down my ass," he mumbled to no one in particular before joining everyone in the living room.

The guys talked among themselves, you and Kirishima would chime in here and there as you ate the ice cream. You learned more about everyone's interests and hobbies and they learned more about you.

Between conversations, Kirishima would make small talk with you himself. As the night went on you learned so much more about the red-head in one night than you did in a month. Apparently he was a big foodie, went to the gym before and after work on most days, he played video games in his spare time – he'd actually spend a lot of nights gaming with Sero.

You also found out that his hair was indeed dyed red and that black was it's natural color. With a smile you asked if you could touch his hair, he smirked and allowed it. Turning in his lap sideways you reach a hand over, running your fingers through the thick and surprisingly soft spiky locks.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, I just really love your hair. In fact – you all have really amazing hair. Eventually I will pet every single one of your heads!"

"That’s what she said," Denki snorted from his spot on the other couch.

Rolling your eyes, you flipped him off and focused on Kirishima again.

His hands were rubbing your back and resting on your thigh casually, your arm rested around his shoulder and your hand played with the back portion of his hair. Neither of you registered what was happening, it just felt that normal. The red-head looked down to your thigh as his finger brushed across the jeans.

"Did they hurt?"

You looked down and tugged the corner of your lip up briefly while shrugging.

"Well they didn't exactly feel good but I survived. I wasn't able to heal them completely as you can tell but they look a lot better than what they did, trust me."

Kirishima sighed and flattened his palm over your thigh, he could still vividly see the scars even if they were clothed now. His gut churned and blood boiled as he imagined what you must've endured, how hard you probably cried and screamed.

Lost in thought, Kirishima didn't notice how you rested your head on his chest and curled up closer into him with a yawn. He didn't notice how his arms subconsciously wrapped around and held you, one hand petting your (h/c) locks and the other holding your thigh and his thumb rubbing it.

"Who the hell did all of this to you," he asked softly, his cheek resting on your forehead.

You huffed a breath of air, pulling your hands close to your chest and turning to nuzzle more into him, feeling more and more tired in his warm embrace.

"Eij, I think prying counts as being rude. You've been doing so good on this bet," you replied with a yawn.

Kirishima held up his wrist and checked the time on his watch before lowering it back to your thigh, "It's almost 1 am, the bet is over, so I'm allowed to pry."

"Ugh ... it was my ex alright," you replied with a tired aggravation and snuggled even more against him, the top of your head brushing under his chin.

"Your ex could be anyone, what's his name?"

"Kiri, please, let's just drop it. Maybe another time," you whined into his chest.

Kirishima sighed in defeat, not saying anything else. He looked around to see all his friends either quietly chatting or passed out on the floor and couches. You slowly started to grow heavier in his hold while small sleepy moans left your lips. With a smirk the man gently motioned for someone's attention, catching Sero's. He asked his friend to go start his truck and to turn the heater on full blast, letting the vehicle warm up so it wouldn't be freezing cold once he decided to leave.

After a while all the men started to get up themselves to head home. Kirishima rose from the couch with you still in his arms, Bakugou gathered your things for him and everyone walked outside besides Denki who was fast asleep on the floor. Sero lightly pat your head and kissed it before waving everyone off, Shouto and Deku headed for the vehicle they came in with Bakugou and he followed Kiri to his truck. The blonde helped by opening the door for him and watched as Kirishima sat you inside the vehicle with the utmost care and covered you with his own jacket.

He shut the door and turned to see Bakugou lighting up another cigarette with a smirk.

"You really think you can keep this bullshit up?"

"I don't know," Kirishima replied as he looked back through the window at you sleeping.

"Well you better figure it the fuck out, before someone else takes her – maybe me," the blonde chuckled before being decked in the shoulder.

The two men playfully shoved the other before saying goodbye and parting ways. Kirishima got into the vehicle and buckled up, his eyes glanced down to you and he smiled before putting the truck in drive and heading home. After driving for a while you started to stir awake, arms stretching and yawns leaving your lips. You curled the jacket on you closer, sitting up straight and looking at Kirishima.

"Have a nice nap little one," he questioned warmly.

"I guess so, sorry I passed out on you Kiri."

He shook his head, reassuring you it wasn't a huge deal. The two of you sat in silence a while longer until you laid back against the console facing up and looking out the sunroof of the vehicle at the blurry stars.

"Hey Ei, I know its past midnight and the bet is over but – do you mind rubbing my head. I don't usually drink and now I have a major headache."

The red-head didn't even give it a thought, his arm reaching over and fingers instantly massaging your scalp. A toothless smile formed on your lips with a hum.

"So – once I get out of this truck, are you going to go back to hating me?"

The question was so loaded and you sounded so small when asking it.

"What is with you and thinking I hate or despise you (Y/N)?"

"Well, from the start I've never exactly gotten a warm feeling from you Kiri. First you strongly stated how you felt about me working at the shop. Then there's you always giving me the cold shoulder or just acting like you don't want me around at all. I mean – what have you done to make me think otherwise? You were only so nice to me tonight because of a stupid bet."

Kirishima sighed and rubbed his head briefly with his other hand, he already had to go through this conversation with the guys and he really didn't feel like going through it again with you.

"Look I have my reasons for acting like a dick towards you and I know it's not right, I promise I'll ease up okay?"

"And what exactly are your reasons Kiri?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, I said I'd be nicer, so that should be enough."

You grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from rubbing your scalp any longer and looked directly at him.

"No, that's not enough! I've thought about it over and over, what exactly I did to make you not like me and I can never put my finger on it, you tell me there's a reason and I want to know, I deserve to know!"

Kirishima groaned and stopped the vehicle, you released his hand and sat up to look around, seeing that you were home. You turned in the seat towards the tattooed man and titled your head.

"I'm waiting."

"When you tell me who your ex is and why he went to so far to hurt you, then I'll tell you why."

"No! These are two completely different situations Kirishima, my past has nothing to do with you, it's just that – the past. This is now, you don't get to just hate me for no reason," you snapped back, hands bracing the middle console as you leaned over it and closer to the red-head.

He growled and leaned over the console as well as the argument heated up.

"I already told you I don't fucking hate you – you fucking brat!"

"Then tell me why you're such a dick to me you spiky haired bastard!"

Your faces were now less than an inch away from the other, both breathing hot and anger filled air, eye contact never breaking.

"Why do you fucking care so much huh? You've got everyone else wrapped around your little finger, is that not enough for you? Or do you have to capture everyone's fucking attention in order to survive?"

Your eyes squinted at him and your fingers came up to flick his forehead.

"Fuck you Kirishima, continue being fucking bitter for no apparent reason and see where it gets you."

"I'm sure I'll get further than some little attention wh–" he stopped abruptly and clenched his jaw before anything else could come out.

You quirked a brow and looked at him in a challenging way.

"I'm sorry, a what? If that's how you really feel Kirishima then grow a fucking pair and finish that – mph!"

Your words were cut short by a pair of lips colliding with your own and a hand pulling at the collar of your coat.

Everything happened so quickly, one second you were in your own seat and the next you were straddling Kirishima's lap in the driver's seat, lips chasing each other in a fit a rage and passion. His hands tried to grab at your face, hips and ass but you slapped them away each time until he finally got fed up, taking your wrists in one hand and holding them up to pin against the roof of the vehicle. He overpowered you with ease, his free arm wrapping around your waist and pulling it closer to his, flushing your chest with his.

You managed to break away from the kisses, panting onto his lips as his sharp teeth nipped on your bottom lip.

"Why are you – "

"To shut you the fuck up," he growled in response before capturing your lips again.

Kirishima's mouth was in control of everything, setting a slow and rough pace that was also desperate. It felt like kissing fire, it was hot and wrong but at the same time pulling you in even more with it's flames. Sharp teeth nipped and tugged at your lip, causing you to gasp at the slight pain before they disappeared and found the flesh of your jaw.

"Eijirou," you whined, feeling your wrists grow sore from how harshly he pinned them and arms starting to feel like jelly.

He released them instantly, tangling the now free hand into your hair and pulling your head to the side to expose more skin. Your hands wrapped around the side of his neck and one trekked into his own hair and lightly tugged when his teeth dragged along your neck.

Kirishima was losing it, something in him broke and there was nothing to hold on to, to keep him sane. The way your body melted into his rough touches along with the way his name and other intoxicating sounds fell from your lips, it was overwhelming and he craved more. You were craving more yourself as your hands brought his face back up for another hot kiss before breaking it and staring into his dark ruby eyes.

He stared back into those (e/c) eyes with a small smirk, your cheeks were flushed as you panted. Your lips were kiss swollen, plump, soft and – bleeding?

The smirk on Kirishima's face instantly faded and he stared at the crimson colored liquid on your skin, the sight made the gruesome images of his own reoccurring nightmare flash before his eyes.

Your body cold and limp, covered in blood while he held you close and cried.

All the color drained from his face and immediately his hands were harshly pushing you back against the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off and you to jump. He loosened the hold just enough for the horn to stop but still keeping you at a safe distance.

"Fuck," he hissed, "your lip."

You looked back at him, confused before bringing a hand up and touching your lip. Pulling it back there was a small droplet of blood smeared on the pad of your fingertip, you smirked and shook your head.

"That's nothing Ei," you replied before pressing your fingers to the lip and healing it, "See, we're all good. Maybe next time warn me before you just attack me like that though."

You chuckled and Kirishima quirked a brow.

"Don't worry, there won't be a next time."

The light-hearted mood in you quickly dissipated at Kirishima's cold tone. To say you were confused was a fucking understatement. This man had just come onto you, he initiated this whole thing, his lips were on yours first, his hands were pulling you closer – it was all him!

"Wha – what the fuck was that then Kirishima?"

"It was nothing, just drop it. Now get your stuff and let's –"

"No! I'm not going to just drop it! You came onto me! You don't get to kiss and touch me like that and just say it's nothing!"

Kirishima groaned and suddenly you were pulled back close to his face, a hardened fist curled into the collar of your jacket, slowly ripping it with a look on his face that emulated pissed off.

"Like what huh, like how I kiss every other broad? News flash little one, you're not special – maybe to those other idiots but not to me."

Your glared at the man before you, "I call bullshit Kirishima, you're hiding something fro – "

"Think whatever you want, I said it meant nothing – you mean nothing to me, got it?"

A knot was forming in your chest, fire spreading through your veins at the harsh words that Kirishima hissed in your face.

Looking down, your hand gripped at his, ignoring the pain when his hardened skin cut your palm. You jerked it from the clothing and he released the quirk but it was too late, blood was dripping from your hand.

He went to grab it, to inspect it but you clutched it to your chest and moved from his lap to the other seat, quickly grabbing your bag, digging through it furiously. Tears were wanting to fall but you sucked them down with a sniffle.

Kirishima caught the smallest of glimpses of your face, teeth clenching and lips quivering, glassy eyes that blinked away small tears. His jaw tightened and his heart shattered, the words he said in a fit of rage suddenly hitting him. Kirishima didn't mean it and he definitely didn't intend on harming you.

Before he could backtrack and apologize, your hand collided with his chest, making him grunt and look down as it vanished and a bloody $100 bill fell into his lap.

"You fucking earned it," you replied with a seething yet shaky tone.

Kirishima went to turn and say something but you were already slamming the truck door shut, walking away towards the building and disappearing into the snow. He looked down to the piece of worthless paper, a hard hand crumbling it to pieces.

You hurried inside to your apartment, quickly opening and closing the door behind you before sliding down it and sinking to the floor. Your head fell into your hands as sobs erupted from deep within, shaking your body violently.

For the rest of the early morning those words played on an endless loop but your mind and body wouldn't let you forget the feeling of Kirishima's lips and hands, and the way he held you close all night.

"I don't believe you," you whispered out to no one in particular.

Curling up into yourself, slumping over on the floor and screwing your eyes shut. The crying went on for what felt like hours, more and more until exhaustion finally took over your emotionally wrecked body and into its own arms.

#crimson ink #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #tattoo shop au #hitmen au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #slow burn #eventual smut #angst #violence

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iamdeltas · 4 years

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X, T and K?

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM This depends a lot on what I’m focused on at the moment (also, not all my faves count. Generally if I feel like a fave character has enough fans to defend them or whatever, I’m not gonna feel like I need to defend them. For instance, Elsa. Does Elsa have her haters? Sure. But she’s also crazy popular, so who cares if a few people hate her? That’s why she’s not on this list, even if I do like her.) but here goes, not in order tbh, just off the top of my head: Kamala Khan, always my girl, I adore her so much and I saw a post one day talking shit about her and I wanted to throttle OP. Anyway. Kamala is the best. I cannot wait for her MCU debut. Cassandra, from Tangled: the Series. I adored Cass right from the start, and of course, right from the start, I saw people shitting on her for, IDK, daring to *gasp* not like Eugene, I guess? Wow. So yeah, I’ll die defending Cass, she’s the best, even if she made some bad choices in s3 but hey. Who hasn’t stolen an ancient powerful artifact and gotten manipulated by a demonic Eldritch being, amirite? Della Duck, from Ducktales. I adore Della, she’s such an interesting and complex character who has made her fair share of mistakes but is also trying her best. The whole discourse post-”Timephoon” really showed me that she’s a character I’d die defending as well because holy shit were people shitting all over her for... daring to ground Louie, her son, for literally causing a spacetime disaster because he wanted to make money. Sigh. Anyway. I adore Della. Anna of Arendelle, from Frozen. Oh, Anna. So many people just flat out ignore you in favor of your sister, which is so unfair. Anna is wonderful and determined and optimistic and honestly such a badass? Like that (sadly deleted) scene said, her love could hold up the world. (Fun fact, part of the reason I desperately wanted my brain to get off the Frozen traintrack it was, ah, frozen on from June 2019 to January 2020 was because it resulted in me fixating on how much people flat out do not care about Anna, which wasn’t a fun time!) I am very glad she gets to be part of the bridge with Elsa but am sadly unsurprised that people continue to ignore that and just insist that it’s only Elsa who’s the Powerful, Wonderful, Most Amazing Fifth Spirit. Anna who? Granted, the movie could have emphasized that it’s Elsa and Anna who are the Fifth Spirit, together, but still.

Alex Danvers, from Supergirl. Still my favorite character on the show! I don’t think she gets bashed as much as mostly just ignored? (I’d say poor Kara gets the brunt of the bashing. It’s very sad.) Unless Lena stans get confronted with the fact that their fave is doing some highly Unethical Things, then they start pointing to Alex for some reason and start saying, Yeah Well, Alex Works For A Shady Government Organization, So Who’s The *Real* Bad Guy Here? (Me: ....it’s still Lena, but go off, I guess.) I guess I just generally relate to her overwhelming Big Sister-ness and the high pressure she puts on herself because what a Mood, amirite? I feel that whole, anxiety that your parents will be disappointed in you because I feel that every day! I also adore how dedicated she is and how smart she is (something the fandom and the show often seem to ignore...) Connie Maheswaran, from Steven Universe. She’s the best! And she was totally the MVP of Steven Universe: Future, telling off all the Gems for making Steven’s problems about them because that was the last thing Steven needed! She’s practical and smart but at the same time so adventurous and brave and willing to stand up to protect the Earth! It’s very admirable. Steven Universe, from... you know. I’ve always liked Steven but I think Future gave me a greater appreciation for this kid. This poor kid has had to grow up so fast and basically play therapist for his Gem moms as well as for Gems who literally tried to kill him multiple times. His compassion is so admirable but wow did it result in him putting himself last! I have a soft spot for these types of characters, the characters who care so much about other people that they forget to care about themselves. (Alex Danvers is in this category also.) I know some people got mad about his downward spiral in Future, but honestly the complaints just strike me as being mad that Steven dares to have his own problems as opposed to being the Happy Boy Therapist Who Fixes Everyone Else’s Problems And Has Zero Problems Of His Own. Martha Jones, from Doctor Who. Oh, Martha Jones, you’re a star. I had a group of college friends who I watched Doctor Who with back in the day, and they hated Martha. (Most notable exchange: one of said friends saying that she thought Martha was just “too smart” to be relatable. Said friend was a physics major.) I hope the Martha hate has cooled down now because Martha always deserves so much appreciation. She had to put up with so much in s3 (incidentally, I think about s3 sometimes and I wonder why the fuck 10 is my favorite Doctor. Honestly, he’s such a dick in s3. Martha Deserved Better.), and I’m so glad she was able to be one of the few companions in NuWho with a nontraumatic exit. I hope she’s living her best life, wherever she might be now. Ninth Doctor, from Doctor Who. Gosh I love Nine. Those same college friends who hated Martha also told me to skip s1, and I’m very glad I did not listen to them. I’ve always liked Jerks with Hearts of Gold, and Nine definitely is that! I just adore how while he had such a gruff and battle-scarred demeanor, he was so sweet and genuinely kind. He’s a puppy in a leather jacket! And not only can he be genuinely soft and sweet, but he’s also just so silly sometimes? Absolutely not what you’d expect from his general appearance but he can be quite a goofball! I love that for him! And while I may not like Doctor/Rose as a ship (honestly I just don’t tend to like Doctor/companion ships at all), his relationship with Rose was so sweet. I also just enjoy that, underneath all the weariness and the surface-level cynicism, he is actually very optimistic. Twelfth Doctor, honestly, same deal as Nine. I’m very annoyed with people who dismiss him as being the Grumpy Doctor because he’s just so genuinely kind and compassionate? He might genuinely be one of the most compassionate Doctors I’ve ever seen. He even extends kindness to his worst enemies. There’s something really beautiful about that. Being kind, even when it might ultimately backfire on you and might not even work, because why not try? He’s just a punk rock grandpa trying his best, how can you hate that? He’s got some sick guitaring skills btw. He should join a band. (I know Peter Capaldi is in a band, so that just makes me want 12 to be in a band even more.) Sometimes I think there should be a band in the Whoniverse made up of some of the Doctor’s regens but then I get stuck on who’d be in it besides 12. Maybe 2 can be in it, with his weird flute thing. Anyway. His relationship with Clara was great (mostly because of how destructive and codependent it was lmao) but I just genuinely adore his connection with Bill. I’m always here for found family, and Bill being 12′s Earth granddaughter just warms my heart so much! Thirteenth Doctor, but actually the opposite deal of Nine and Twelve. I once saw a post saying that most Doctors can be split into one of two categories: grump with a heart of gold or charming goofball with a dark side. And, despite the two characters I just listed being in the former category, I think I tend to prefer the latter? Mostly because I see plenty of Jerks With Hearts of Gold but I feel like I don’t see as many heroic charming goofballs with a dark side. Anyway, that’s absolutely what 13 is, and I appreciate the layers that she has and am constantly annoyed at people who only see her surface level cheeriness and think that’s all there is to her. I really love it when characters Aren’t What They Seem and 13 exemplifies that. To borrow a phrase from a post I saw a very long time ago, 13 is so facile. She’s so physical, taking up so much space and constantly moving, but is so touch-averse. She talks so much and is very friendly, but is incredibly emotionally constipated and keeps even her so-called best friends at an arms length. She talks a lot about hope and compassion, but boy can she be hella violent and feral! Love That For Her. T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything) Oh absolutely. Off the top of my head: Cassandra is a lesbian. And that’s that on that. 13 is touch-averse! (Also stop yelling that she needs a hug! She doesn’t want one! It’s okay to not want hugs, that’s not a crime!) Alex can cook. Cooking isn’t even that hard? K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms Ooh, this is hard cuz there are a lot of people in any of my fandoms that I feel like I can say nice things about! Let’s go with Supergirl since I’ve been neglecting that fandom a lot. Uh. I adore @wizardofahz ‘s fics about the Superfam! I’m always craving more gen fic and she delivers! I love her characterizations of everyone, especially her characterizations of Alex and Kara.

#s answers asks #cauldronofmorning

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jlf23tumble · 4 years

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I’ve been wondering why there are many people who write Harry in multiple gay ships, but there aren’t very many active people who write Louis with any man besides Harry. Some Zayn and some Nick and the occasional Greg James, but it’s very sparse. Any insight as to why this pattern may be? I worry that it’s because people are unable to fathom Louis as gay without Harry. But he has excellent chemistry with men! I’d love to see more odd pairings like Taron does for Harry. That’d be good content!

It would be GREAT content, I completely agree! Maybe it’s less prevalent because we aren’t as privy to flirty Louis as we used to be in days of yore, this is an AMAZING post if you want some inspo, god, what I wouldn’t give to see the full footage of him clubbing somewhere. But I think it’s more likely a matter of where a writer’s fans are. You worry that people (writers) might be unable to fathom Louis as gay without Harry, but I don’t buy that: he doesn’t need Harry to be convincingly paired with men. There are actually quite a few--wildly varied--Louis/other men fics already out there, just not as many as there are Harry/other pairings, and why is that? Do those authors get shitty anons and comments? (Probably.) Do they get fic recs and likes and reblogs? (Probably not.) What’s the size of the tumblr hot luke/louis fanbase vs. the harry/louis one? Harry has a lot of “anyone but Louis fans,” but he also has a lot of “nobody but Louis fans,” which means he’s a win-win if you’re a writer, at least SOME of your feedback will be positive, your work will be shared in that particular crowd (I’m not even gonna touch top/bottom discourse with a 10-foot dick, I’m talking pairings only). I don’t think that’s the case for Louis/other pairings, at least not yet and especially with recent fic, but these are early days. Harry brought in a lot of non-1D fans to fic through Dunkirk and other projects; Louis’s just launching, but I’ll take a wild guess and predict the same thing will happen with him, too.

Anyway, getting back to what’s out there, yes, the offerings are smaller for Louis/other pairings, but they DO exist (yet another reason to build a more inclusive dash or to venture out onto twitter, ig, pinterest, deeper ao3 tags, etc.). Terran confirms there’s a lot of hot luke/louis on twitter, but many of that crowd are avid Harry haters, so we’re through the looking glass, people! He also says there was a bit of dalton/louis after XFUK...I remember there being a bit of brendan/louis, too, but thank CHRIST, zero robbie/louis. If you head over into ao3 territory, Louis + any male interviewer is usually a win and easy to find (tomlinshaw, grouis...is that greg james???), but if you type Louis’s name into google plus ao3 plus any male celebrity he’s crossed paths with, you’ll hit paydirt (louis/chad michael murray, louis/james mcavoy, louis/sebastian stan, etc., I gave up after a while). As for people in the D circle, yes, there’s a TON of amazing zouis content, but don’t count out lilo (3k results!!)! Lots of hot luke/louis on ao3, too, even some stan lucas/louis, but as of yet, no oli/louis, which is remarkable, given that they livetogetherdealwithit. There’s even louis/bressie fic (and I’m sure a bunch of nouis), all with varying degrees of “recency.”

Granted, I spent a very short amount of time hunting around for this, so I’d love to be proven wrong and learn that there ARE loads of louis!terrans out there, all of them writing up amazing Louis/other pairing fics on commission, a small but dedicated crowd, focused on their craft. Let’s face it, there’s plenty of source material that proves his magnetism with *any* guy, and there’s more to come, I mean, JUST LOOK AT HIM. As ever, I’m all for being the change you want to see...write a story, create a ficfest, spend an hour and deep-dive search. There are still (a lot of) people out there in 2020 writing both Louis and Harry as horrible straight men dating horrible straight women and bringing horrible relationship “goals” to life, use the Force or something something Star Wars to counterbalance that garbage.

#i am begging you lmao

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Hi, I was reading your post about Jason punching Dick in the face when Dick revealed he fake his death was bullshit ( which it was) and it reminded me of an issue/question that has bothered me for sometime.

Why did people believe Dick was actually dead?

I’m not the most avid comic reader so maybe I missed something but it was always weird to me that everyone just accepted this especially given how Bruce was acting or should I say wasn’t acting.

This is a man when his child died another child had to come along and told him sir you are being too violent and emotional you need supervision. When his other child died he went all over the universe to bring him back to life because he knew it was possible ( which was happening at the same time), so why didn’t anyone think it was weird he wasn’t doing that for Dick. Can you imagine Dick really dying that soon after Damian it would be injustice Batman Version. You are telling me that Tim, Jason or Barbara didn’t think it was weird that Bruce didn’t also bring Dick’s corpse to the bring Damian back to life mission or mention it to themselves. Like what more likely Dick dead and Bruce is handling it well or that he fake his death to do something stupid and Dangerous after his partner/brother/ little bit my son the feelings are complicated died after he was knocked out and woke up to his corpse.

Oh man, this is like, the entire nature of my beef?

(Slight derail just to emphasize the fact real quick that Dick DID actually die, he was just revived quickly, but like, the trauma of his death was very real and its not like anyone was clued into Luthor having a resurrection backdoor built into his literal murder of Dick in the actual moment of it happening. So Dick’s death wasn’t fake, and additionally, he didn’t have anything to do with like, telling people about it, because he was literally comatose in the cave and recovering while Bruce was telling people....by the time Dick woke up in the cave, we already know that Alfred at least had already been convinced by Bruce that Dick was dead, so I have a kneejerk need to pushback against the Dick faked his death narrative by reminding people wherever possible that Dick had no agency in the spreading of that narrative.

It happened without him being involved, and the only actual contribution he ever made to it was just not revealing he was alive before Grayson #12, after Bruce like.....emotionally, mentally and physically badgered him into accepting that doing so would be directly harmful to his family and he didn’t want to be the reason more people died when like, people had just died because he ‘let’ himself be captured and interrogated by Power Woman’s Lasso of Submission, did he?

SORRY TO BE PEDANTIC, just wanted to start this off on a clarification, even though I know the aim of your ask was very much in tune with the rest of my response. A lot of people don’t read the actual comics, so like, I’m never gonna skip over an opportunity to emphasize that the shorthand people use to refer to Dick’s death and the year he was with Spyral, is like, literally just shorthand for describing it. Its not actually an accurate description of how all that went down and who had the most hand in it).

BUT ANYWAY. BACK TO THE MEAT OF THE BEEF.

Okay so like, not only was the entire family and Bruce himself giving Dick shit for his death and Spyral, like, PAINFULLY egregious because it was literal victim blaming in every possible sense of the word....

None of it made a LICK of sense with ANY of their characterizations, and they ONLY all accepted it on face value because the Plot Demanded It, and when you're like, no, as a reader I say The Plot Demanded It is not a good enough reason for me to be like well sure, that makes sense......looking at the characters ACTUAL actions at face value pretty much just makes them all look like assholes?

Like, Tim has never gracefully accepted anyone's death. Ever. This is core characterization for him. He will go to the ends of the earth for his loved ones and to bring them back, prove they're not dead, refuse to let death be the final verdict for them. He was tempted to use the Lazarus Pit to bring his parents back to life. He refused to accept Bruce was dead long before he had any proof whatsoever of that theory. He tried to clone his BFF/future-husband Kon in his fucking basement like, dude was two whole inches away from going Full Dark Side in his quest to bring back a lost loved one no matter WHAT the cost.....and then you've got Dick unmasked onscreen, killed offscreen, and Bruce then reporting to the rest of them with zero inflection 'oh Dick's dead now. Its very sad' and Tim's just like, sure. Sounds legit.

I mean?!?!

And you're SO RIGHT ABOUT THE DAMIAN THING! Bruce LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY went BEYOND the ends of the Earth, like, he full on chartered a fucking space ship to fly his whole family out to APOKOLIPS to bring Damian back from the dead by going to EXTREME lengths.....WHILE everyone else thought Dick was dead....

And not a single person looked at Bruce and was like, okay, not that we're not down to do this for Damian because we miss Stabby Smurf something fierce ourselves, but.....what the fuck is UP with you dude? Why aren't you displaying ANY hint of this same kind of energy in regards to your eldest son that you said you watched die right in front of you?

Like....I don't know that we were actually ever told that Dick's coffin was empty or had a fake in it, but like....this family of detectives who refuse to accept death, defy death, COME BACK FROM THE DEAD....not a single one of them said like, okay, if I'm gonna like, ACCEPT accept that Dick is dead and gone for good, I need to at least just see him one last time? That's literally all it would have taken for someone to realize hey something's a little wonky here. Where's the dead body, Pops?

Since when has Jason ever missed an opportunity to prove Bruce is a) full of shit, b) acting like an emotionless robot and all his kids deserve better especially when they've just like....died, c) just factually incorrect and wrong and jumped to a conclusion before it was conclusively proved, d) lying like a liar or e) all of the above?

Nobody even ASKED if Dick's body could be put in a Lazarus Pit? Yeah, Jason wouldn't necessarily recommend it himself, given what it put him through, but actually fuck that, I take that back, because I'm NOT actually of the opinion that Jason full on hates his life and actively spends every second of every day wishing he hadn't been resurrected, even if it had come with a huge buffet of additional trauma and pain.

And that's kinda what's implied when people just take it for granted that he would never be on board with any scenario involving using a Lazarus Pit to bring Dick back, because it suggests that based even just on his own experiences and feelings, he honestly believes Dick would prefer being dead and not have ANY further opportunities to be with his loved ones, his friends, help save the damn world again at some future point.....that Jason, projecting based just off himself, legit feels Dick would rather be dead than have another shot at life even WITH the downsides of Lazarus Pit usage? Nope. Sorry, I don't buy it.

Speaking of not buying it.....you know what was missing from all those soliloquies the others monologued at Dick about how they felt and were hurt and just devastated by his death, to such a point they can't seem to muster a single shred of happiness that he's NOT dead still -

(seriously, Damian was the ONLY person in ALL THE LANDS OF EMOTION-HAVING who expressed ANY kind of positive reaction to having Dick back. We were so fucking cheated of like.....ANY opportunity to have the characters show just how much they valued him by just being fucking HAPPY he was alive, no matter what else was involved....and then most of fandom compounded that by for years being like mmmm, no, Dick didn't get yelled at enough by his family for what HE put THEM through. Needs more yelling. More punching too. Bad Dick. Bad. This is the only way you'll learn not to die and get shipped off on a mission that you don't want but at least is to protect your family after being beaten into it by your dad whilst victim blaming you for dying in the first place. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR FEELINGS FOR A CHANGE, DICK?!?)

- But like, BUT I DIGRESS aside....you know what was missing from all those monologues about how hard DICK'S death and ensuing year of basically exile from his loved ones was for EVERYONE BUT HIM?

We never got a single line of explanation as to what everyone else officially thinks even happened to him in the first place?

Like, did Bruce straight up just say oh bad news kids, your brother umm. Expired. Spontaneously. There's no one to blame, he just keeled over, its all very sad.

Is that how that went down?

You're telling me that the explanation of Dick's death didn't come with a single pointed finger at someone for this family of blame-happy vigilantes to like, BLAME for the loss of this brother they all mourned oh so much, they just couldn't help but blame him for all the hurt it caused them?

The family that in every other fic is like OBSESSED with avenging and being avenged and all things vengeful and even tangentially vengeance-y....like didn't ask for a single detail on whomst the fuck deprived us of our brother-having?

Where were the attempts on Luthor's life by Jason (who I mean, yeah I know it was in a previous continuity, but erasing that timeline doesn't erase my awareness of the time Dick killed Jason's murderer so like.....mmm, just saying, woulda been nice)....where was the rage directed at the Crime Syndicate and references to how seriously and personally the Batfam took making sure that they were PUNISHED for all this and would never be free to wreak havoc on their world or their family again? What did they tell Damian when he came back to life, and how are you going to tell me that this fraternal little ball of fury didn't aim himself like a cannonball at whomever the fuck had DARED take HIS Batman from him when Damian wasn't around to have his back?

Not only does everyone else's desire to be avenged start falling really flat the second you factor in hey maybe Dick feels "mmm what about MY avenging" sometimes, and why doesn't anyone ever care about doing that for him.....but also, y'know what REALLY sucks about the ONLY person we actually SEE being blamed for Dick's death and ensuing absence being like....Dick himself?

Not only were his family all super keen on making all of this HIS fault and HIM the bad guy because of how it made them all feeeeeeel (and meanwhile fuck his feelings, am I right Batfam hfaklshfklahfkla).....

They somehow found a way to justify prioritizing this OVER ever even getting around to blaming some villain for his death in the FIRST place, in the entire year or so they thought he was still dead!

Like, you couldn't come up with a single target in all that time, but Dick's back two seconds, and you don't even give him a chance to EXPLAIN before you're punching him, shutting him down with 'I expected better from you' and turning away with 'I don't want to hear it, why am I surprised Dick Grayson disappointed me again'?

afshklfhalfhalfhla

Make it make sense!

And like, it won't, cuz it doesn't, and it never will, and like I said at the top, the ONLY reason it all played out this way is because DC doesn't give a fuck about character development and deemed it necessary to go down this way for the sake of the plot (which was totes worth it, I mean, glad we sacrificed characters for this A+ plot which was clearly the greatest plot of all time and definitely justified every story choice made or not made around it loooool).

BUT.

BUT BUT BUT.

The problem isn't JUST that DC is stupid, even though that is an eternal mood and quite the problem.

Its that the SECOND large parts of fandom decided to play along with DC and just accept the story at face value, only add to it and play into it exactly as it happened in canon with no significant deviations, and like, heaping on the LITERAL abuse from Dick's siblings while ignoring the LITERAL abuse from his father....

THAT....is when all of this becomes relevant.

Because the second people decided TO engage with the reasoning DC gave for what Bruce did and how and what Dick did and how and just not mess with any of that and have it all play out exactly like that...

The second people are like, okay we're FINE with not just dismissing this story as OOC writing that doesn't make any sense, and actually VALIDATING it to various degrees by engaging with it as is....

That's when 'OOC writing' stops being an excuse or explanation for alllll of the above gaps in character logic and actions.

Because its like, when you had abundant chance to REJECT this story and say nope, this was bullshit from start to finish and I'm not here for it, when you were just as capable of transforming literally ANY aspect of this story you didn't like into something that made more sense to you....

And you chose not to.

That's.....accepting it as valid writing. You were like, okay, I'm game to just treat this as a thing that happened, just like they said that happened.

For the chance to give Dick shit for it, see. For the angst, see.

And that's when I'm like okay cool, so when engaging with this story as is and accepting it on face value and just delving into the characters as they were SHOWN interacting with and around these events......for the angst or whatever....

You guys just all decided en masse to just hop, skip and jump over allllllllll the opportunities for angst inherent in examining even ANY SINGLE ONE of the above lapses in judgment or hypocrisy on the parts of the characters (who don't get to be excused by OOC writing if you're not going to call the story an example of OOC writing, whoops).

And its just like, uh, what's up with that?

#lol thank you for this ask tho #I havent gone on a good Spyral rant in months #it does wonders for my pores

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