An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Titans (TV 2018)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dick Grayson/Koriand'r
Characters: Dick Grayson, Kory Anders, Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield
Additional Tags: Missing Scene, S3 Episode Rewrite, TBS Conspiracy Corner, Fixing All of Gregs Mistakes, Kory Claps Back, Dick Claps a Little Harder
Summary:
“Fuck. Dick you cut me off again, the next hole in your body will come from me. Get back here.” She threatens.
“Kory, we don’t have time. I’m sorry I went out alone. Let me make this right by finding them,” his attitude softens but not by much.
“Let me go visit Barbara,” she says softly but with a challenge. He licks his lips subconsciously.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t. That was Gar,” his voice trails and his eyes scan her body unabashedly. She crosses her arms. No way was he about to flirt with her after they just scolded him about his careless decision making. He takes his time walking back up to her.
“What you did was stupid. But what she did makes me even angrier,” Kory whispers as he enters her personal space. She knew what he was trying to do. Distracting her with sex, which is something they hadn’t completely stopped doing, even if they weren’t officially a thing.
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My current hc is that Dick and Kory were Co-workers with Benefits.. In this essay I will-
for my thirsties @escapism-through-imagination @not-so-mundane-after-all @meetmeunderthestarrynight
Anonymous asked: Blaine and Kurt breaking their bed, not from sex, but from something else.
"BLAINE DEVON ANDERSON GET DOWN RIGHT NOW. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THAT BED COST?"
"Uhm no, i'm actually going to behave like an adult in this situation," Kurt replies, waving his arms around to get Blaine to jump off the bed, but Blaine is not budging. He's simply jumping even harder, the duvet bunching under his feet.
"Blaine you're going to mess up the duvet, stop it," Kurt whines, moving to slap Blaine's feet, but Blaine simply moves over to the left, away from Kurt's grasp.
"Come on, babe. Live a little."
"I am Isabelle Wright's assistant. I get to see plenty of couture on a day to day basis, and i have amazing sex with my boyfriend. I do plenty living thanks," Kurt says, and Blaine stops to fix him with a sardonic expression.
"Haven't you ever jumped on the bed?" he questions, and Kurt shakes his head. Of course not, he's not uncivilized
"Hasn't your dad ever caught you jumping on the bed and told you to stop before you break it?"
"No, I was civilized as a child," Kurt says, making to turn away, but soon hears the squeak of the springs and feels himself being tugged back to the bed.
"Blaine! What are you doing?"
"You are going to jump on the bed, Kurt Hummel," Blaine explains, pulling his boyfriend up to join him.
"No, I am not," Kurt groans, trying to squirm his way out of Blaine's grasp, but Blaine's hold is too tight on him. "Blaine let me go, please. I have to make dinner."
"Dinner can wait," Blaine says, and Kurt's eyes bug out of his head. This is the first time Blaine's ever suggested turning down a meal for something that wasn't sex related.
"Why is me jumping on the bed so damn important to you?"
"Because it's something that you missed out on during your childhood and i'm giving you the opportunity to try it," Blaine replies. "Come on, you have to do it now because soon you're going to be old and wrinkly and you won't be able to do it without fracturing a hip."
"That's your reasoning," Kurt mutters sarcastically, sighing loudly before giving in. He hops unsurely, looking at Blaine, who has already started jumping around like the Easter Bunny on drugs.
"You gotta jump higher than that to have fun babe," Blaine says, and Kurt groans, jumping higher, putting his leg muscles to good use.
Blaine smiles approvingly before diving back into the wild jumping, giggling loudly, and throwing his arms up into the air carelessly. Kurt has to stop for a moment to truly appreciate his boyfriend. His curls are untamed and bouncing freely, he has his NYU hoodie on and a pair of black sweatpants. He really looks like he should be lounging on the couch, but instead he's here. Jumping on his and Kurt's shared bed, that is really Kurt's because his is the more comfortable one. Jumping away for god knows what reason.
But as kurt starts to jump more, going higher and higher, he starts to realize why Blaine likes this so much. It lets him be free. he jumps because it reminds him of his childhood, which was in fact much more simpler than his life now. It's exhilarating and fun, and Kurt wonders why the hell he's waited until now to do it.
At one point Blaine grabs his hand, and they start to jump in tandem, Blaine's laughter rubbing off on Kurt until he himself is laughing along with him, jumping higher and higher as his legs will allow.
"Fun right?" Blaine yells at one point, making to twirl Kurt around.
"Really fun," Kurt concurs, giggling loudly.
They keep on going at it, just jumping and laughing until Blaine jumps real hard and they hear a loud crack, the bed sinking down a bit, indicating one of the boards from the bedframe having broken. Blaine loses his footing, and Kurt is just focusing on the shock of his bed actually having broken to register Blaine blindly grabbing at him before falling down onto the floor, right on his elbow.
"Oh my god, Blaine!" kurt yells, hopping off the bed to run to his boyfriend. "Are you okay?"
"I think so," Blaine mutters, gingerly moving his arm around to make sure nothing's broken. "Yeah. I mean i can almost guarantee my arm and ass are going to be sore tomorrow, but i'm fine."
"You idiot, you scared me half to death," Kurt says, pulling Blaine into a tight hug. "I told you that it was a bad idea to jump on the bed."
"Yeah," Blaine mutters petulantly. "But wasn't it fun before I broke the bed and fell."
"Yeah. It kind of was."
"Kind of?"
"Don't push it, Blaine you broke my bed after all."
Blaine laughs once, making to move away from Kurt a bit. "Well, now I know why the song warned me about this."
Kurt looks at him, confused, his eyebrows knitted together. "What?"
"The song. Two little monkeys jumping on the bed," Blaine sings softly, and Kurt giggles, tilting his head up a bit in recognition.
"One fell down and broke his head," he sings back, bopping Blaine on the forehead.
"Momma called the doctor and the doctor said."
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed," Kurt says in a mock stern voice, the both of them erupting into giggles once they were finished.
"I am sorry i broke your bed," Blaine says, glancing up at Kurt through his lashes.
"Ah it's okay. This gives us an excuse to have your old bed shipped from ohio."
"Why don't we get a new one?"
"Because, i wouldn't exactly mind sleeping in the bed i lost my virginity in again," Kurt says suggestively, and Blaine sucks in a sharp breath.
"Oh, right. I guess i have a phonecall to make." He makes to get up, but Kurt holds onto him, not letting him escape.
"Let's just sit here for a while okay?" He pleads, jutting his lower lip out in a way that has Blaine groaning and leaning in to press a kiss to it.
"Okay. What is the excuse i should give my parents about wanting my bed?"
"Oh, just tell them that you rode me so hard into the mattress that we broke it," Kurt replies airily.
"Oh yeah how do you think my parent's would react to that?" Blaine retorts sarcastically, and Kurt shrugs. "And besides, me riding you is not really going to exert enough force to get the bed to break."
"Wanna test that theory out?" Kurt whispers seductively, leaning in to nibble on Blaine's pillow lips.
"The bed is already broken, Kurt," Blaine replies dumbly.
"You're not understanding. What I meant, is that we should break the bed even more," Kurt says, waggling his eyebrows, and it's like a lightbulb was just flicked on in Blaine's brain.
"Oh! okay, i guess it couldn't hurt," he replies, and before he finishes Kurt is already standing him up and pushing him onto the bed.
"Glad we're on the same page. Now i want you to ride me so hard into this mattress that the bed literally breaks into two pieces."
Blaine doesn't even bother to reply, just simply takes his shirt off and dives in to press his lips to Kurt's hungrily.
