#imagine the news ​the gays give the villain second hand embarrassment at how oblivious they are

[kisasan]

Shigaraki after seeing all of Izuku's memories with kacchan:

[mayonara]

It doesn't happen often, but sometimes Dick's beauty ends up attracting the wrong kind of attention... Jason's not going to stand by and watch those bastards grope his scared boyfriend anymore.

This made me think about Dick’s older men’s fanclub so… hence, I wrote about his fanclub hitting on him. Thanks for the ask and enjoy! 

Beingbeautiful had its perks, but it also had its downs and one of the downs beingthe unwanted attention beauty attracted. Jason was used to seeing hisboyfriend, Dick, being flourished with all types of compliments and attention.Coming from those who sincerely liked him, those who were sort of interestedbecause he was handsome, or the ones he wanted to punch in the face.

Yes—thoseare the ones he desperately wanted to flick away like bugs. But for fear ofgetting reprimanded for indefensibly hitting others, he held back. Besides, theywere only looking and not touching. Otherwise Jason might have already knockeda teeth or two out.

Unfortunately,that didn’t last long as Jason slowly began to learn about Dick’s special fans.Or should he say, specifically five who decided to get a little too familiarwith Dick. 

Jasoncalled them the gentlemen fan club since it was filled with middle agedmen. Men Dick tended to attract and Jason couldn’t comprehend why and how. Whyall these old ass men were after his boyfriend, literally. They wanted his ass, but they also wanted his head. Orwell, possibly wanted him to grovel to them. 

Dickjust had a weird knack for attracting older villainousmen. Did he mention that they were all villains? Because they were.

Firstit started with Owlman. Some crazyBatman counter-part from a different earth who was oddly infatuated with Dick.He wasn’t often around, once in a blue moon, but whenever he was. He’d alwaysattempt to capture Dick. 

Well,let’s say his group was successful once when they captured him, unmasked himand then proceeded to strap him to a time bomb called the Murder Machine. Whichthen, Lex Luthor made the decision to kill him briefly and then resuscitatehim.

Atleast the man chose to make amends later by helping Dick. Though a little crazyas Dick had described. He sought after Dick because the Dick of his world haddied, and he wanted so much to be with Dick again. Said something along thelines of “I’m not giving up on you and Ibeing a team again.”

Butmaybe he was just sad. At least henever came around often.

Secondwas a man named Tiger, a spy heworked with during his Spyral days so he supposed this one wasn’t a villain.Surely, this one wouldn’t have seemed interested since he kept constantlyrejecting Dick’s advances for friendship. But of course it was just a cover tohide his interest in Dick. 

Jasoncould see right through his intention and constantly caught him checking outhis ass whenever he was around, but pretended to not whenever Jason tossed hima glare. Dick, a bit oblivious, hadn’t noticed and carried on like usually, allchummy with Tiger like their old days as partners.

Jasongrumbled as he watched them exchange words, and then immediately flared up withrage when he saw a hand—that’s right, a motherfucking hand that belonged tothis Tony Tiger resting on his waist. Jason almost flipped his shit and wentgunning for him. But when Dick didn’t react to it, just laughed it off andcontinued talking like it was nothing, he held back. 

Motherfucker.He was going to plot a way to punish Tiger.

Atleast he wasn’t a big offender.

Thirdwas Midnighter. Much to say, hewasn’t dangerous because he was gay or the fact that he had a lover namedApollo. But he was dangerous because he was being a goddamn flirt and Dickwould flirt back with him. Even lethim cope a feel.

Whatthe—? Jason couldn’t even fathom what went through their damn minds when bothof them were already dating. Was it because they were that it wasn’t a big deal? Or the fact that they were closethat neither cared? 

Eitherway, Jason didn’t like it and opposed to Dick visiting or calling Midnighterfor help. It also wasn’t pleasant to know that he knew Dick’s ass so well. Thathis ass was distinct enough he could simply point it out in a crowd.

Ofcourse it was because his ass was beautiful but that was beside the point.

Jasonwas just going to have to find a way to cut off the communication between thetwo.

Leasthe wasn’t a psycho like someone else they knew who was new to the fan club.

Sothe fourth was a crazy man who was out for revenge or some weird vendettaagainst Dick. Something about wanting him to be better and not follow inBruce’s footsteps. Jason didn’t really care about that, but this man, Raptor, was crazy obsessed with Dick andwould not leave him alone.

Hekept hounding him, stalking him to the point Dick stopped messing around, usedall his skills to kick his butt (not literally) when he slapped his ass(literally) mid-fight.

Dick’sface flushed a brilliant red, brows pressed tight into a thin line as his eyeswere most likely glaring dangerously from beneath his mask at Raptor. His loverwas embarrassed as he huffed a breath and gripped his weapons tightly in hishands.

Raptorjust smirked widely and Jason immediately wiped his gun and pointed it at him,ready to shoot, but Dick was too swift and got to him before Jason could andsmacked him with his escrima stick, electrified him to unconsciousness.

“Hmph,” Dick scoffed, satisfied with hiswork and quickly tied him up with his zip ties.

Andokay, maybe Jason didn’t really need to protect Dick from his admirers. He wasfairly capable of handling himself, that he knew.

Thatwas until Slade decided to join the mix. Actually, he was probably founder of the fan club.

Andthat fifth one, Slade, was the mostdangerous.

Becausehe actually took extreme measures to messing with Dick. Went as far asfrightening the man as he shivered in horror.

“Look at you,” Slade murmured and brusheda hand over his bare ass. “You’re already hard,” he whispered, deep and husky,caused Dick to shudder and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Don’t look!” he cried, pleaded as herefused to look at Jason.

Jasonjust—all he saw, all he could imagine was Slade’s head on the ground. BecauseDick was half naked. His uniform was in tears, the back completely rippedapart, exposing everything from behind all the way down to just the tip of histhighs. His cup had been removed and Jason could see he was sporting a veryhard boner.

“You’regoing to fucking die for this,” he growled and fired his shots at Slade, whoeasily avoided them. He curved around to Dick’s back side and slapped his ass,squeezed it tight as he kneaded it like dough. Dick bit down on his lips,suppressing a whimper.

“Don’t—“he breathed and tried to shake him off but couldn’t. His arms and legs weretied together and he was drugged to the brim, couldn’t control any part of hisbody. Was too weak to fight back.

“Ohpretty bird,” Slade mumbled andlicked a tongue down his neck. “You’re fine.” He said and released his hand offof Dick and Jason saw how his shoulders slumped, relaxed momentarily. But thatdidn’t help to alleviate the atmosphere of the current situation.

Jasonsucked in a heavy breath and rushed towards Slade, couldn’t hold back his angerany longer. He attacked the man, jumped him as he threw in a punch which theman swiftly dodged.

“Don’tworry,” he teased as Jason shot at him again, missing. “I wasn’t going to doanything,” he spoke with amusement, playful grin on his lips.

Jasongrowled, not appreciating his words one single bit. “Fuck off.” He knew that he couldn’t beat Slade, not with him tryingto protect Dick and the fact that this fucker was a superhuman. Whatever he didprobably wouldn’t work so Jason was only trying to fend him off, get him toleave.

“Iwill. I was only leaving you with a gift. Of course, after having touched theprize myself, I would say he is quite adequate.”

Jasongrit his teeth, ready to just attempt to murder the man even if he was about topossibly lose his life over it. But then as he contemplated the idea, Sladedecided to bid his farewell.

“Youdon’t need to worry, Red. He’s still yours,” Slade said and waved a hand athim. “I have other businesses to attend to.” And with that he left,disappeared. Acted as if all his actions, all that he’d done, from capturingDick to humiliating him and harassing him, was all he wanted to achieve.

Butwhatever. He was gone and Jason had important matters to attend to. He rushedtowards Dick and cut the ropes that strung him up, bounding him from escape.The man dropped to his knees and moaned sweetly as his body spasm. He wasprobably sensitive due to the drug, a stimulant that Slade had fed him.

“Hey,”Jason softly called and hovered a hand just above his shoulder, unsure if heshould touch him or not. But then decided to apply an antidote first andbrought out his kit from his utility belt. He pulled out a needle and gentlyheld onto Dick’s arm, felt the man twitch, and gently pierced his skin.Hopefully, it would work quickly.

Oncedone, he tried to call for Dick’s attention again, but the man ignored him.Dick drew in a shaky breath as he turned his head away from Jason. He wasprobably feeling ashamed, embarrassed that he was caught in such a situation.That he’d been such a fool to get captured like that, humiliated in front ofJason. Disappointed at himself for failing yet again.

“Dick,”Jason said and decided to settle a hand on his shoulder. Saw him flinch to histouch, but then slowly relax, felt calmed by his lover’s presence. “It’s fine.I’m not—it’s not bad.”

“Itis bad.” Dick growled and finally turned to meet Jason’s gaze. His eyes weredark, shadows heavy under his eyes and they were slightly hazed from the drug.“I’m upset with myself. I let—I let him do this to me,” he murmured andgestured at all of himself, the current state that he was in.

Atleast they were locked in a secured warehouse with no one around, so really,Jason was the only witness to this and he would never think badly of Dick norwould he breathe it to another soul. Sighing softly, he scrubbed a hand throughhis hair frustratingly and then shucked off his jacket. He placed the leathergarment over his shoulders, hiding his back. He’d need to find something elseto cover up his ripped uniform.

“Hey,“Jason said and kneeled beside Dick, wrapped an arm around his shoulders andpulled him into an embrace. “It’s okay. Nothing happened.”

“It’snot that,” Dick whispered and returned the embrace, buried his face in thecrook of Jason’s neck. “It’s how it happened. I was naïve and—and he got tome,” he said and squeezed Jason tight, searching for comfort and warmth andJason gave it to him, threaded his fingers in his hair as he gently caressedhim. “I know he doesn’t actually mean it. But the fact that he—he decided tomess with me this way was just—“

“Fucked up?”

“Yeah,”Dick breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, that.”He was shaken and Jason knew. Situations like this triggered him due to pastexperience and it wasn’t something that Dick liked to think about or somethingthat many knew either.

“I’ll—“Jason was tongue tied, didn’t know what to say. What could he say? They’vediscussed the topic before but this, thiswas a different matter that needed to be handled differently. So he decided tosmooth it over briefly before they really took the time to talk it in depth.

“You’lljust—“ Even then, Jason had a hard time pin-pointing the words, didn’t want tooffend Dick so he had to say it in a positive way. “You’ll just have to be moreaware of Slade. You know that man is a crazy fucker. And he’s oddly obsessedwith you.”

“Iknow. I’m not worried about that. I mean, a little, but I’m worried that he’dhurt you or worse—“

Andgod damn, why was Dick Grayson always such a sweetheart for worrying aboutothers before himself? When he’s always the main target for these lustful men.

“You idiot,” Jason scolded. “Think ofyourself first.”

AndDick finally chuckled. “I do.”

“Youare such a liar dickhead.”

Dickfinally smiled as he leaned back to gaze into Jason’s eyes, held him still ashe stared at him desperately. “Take mehome?” He whispered with pleading blue eyes, exhausted and tired beyond hisbeing.

Jasonjust rolled his eyes at that question that really wasn’t a question. “Duh. Ofcourse,” he said and wrapped him up in his jacket, lifted him into his arms. “Home it is,” he murmured and pecked hischeek gingerly.

Oncethings stabilized, they would come back to this topic. Come up with a ploy tocounter-measure Slade next time. Or anything like this for that matter.