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Thoughts on sub Davey? đ
(Disclaimer at the top, this answer stayed safely in T rated territory, but feel free to scroll past if this isnât something youâre into đ)
(Also, this ended up being a whole essay, then fun bullet points at the end, so sorry in advance, Iâm just like this)
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I have already been called out a few times in comments/replies on the lowkey dom Jack vibes that show up in some of my possessive Jack fics, and also for that one scene in the first part of the domestic au.... đ
I didnât intentionally include dom/sub themes in those fics as I wrote them, hence why theyâre not tagged that way, but thereâs certain overlap between possessive character behaviors and dom character behaviors, so itâs understandable why theyâd be read that way.
But as for like, actually writing a dom/sub thing? Iâm not sure, honestly. Iâm pretty happy playing with the dom/sub undertones that show up every once and a whileâif I ever went full on Iâd want to put some proper research into it to make sure itâs coming across appropriately (safe, sane, and consensual darlings! learn it and love it.) But Iâm not against the idea? I guess Iâd have to think on it more, and Iâd need to have a prompt/scenario that I really loved, because writing smut is time consuming enough as it is, and Iâm sure a dom/sub fic would only be more so.
But, as for thoughts on sub Davey...
So, while I do write Davey as the more submissive of the two, itâs honestly more that Jack is dominant than it is that Davey is submissive.
Jack is just a more, for lack of a better word, aggressive character. Heâs a leader, heâs impulsive, heâs protective, heâs more hot headed, and I think (especially in a canon era setting) heâs more territorial. As the leader of Manhattan, heâs used to being listened to and thereâs very much the sense that the Newsies are âhisâ boys and lower Manhattan is âhisâ terf, and everyone is his responsibilityâwhich, since heâs the leader, then translates to being the one thatâs willing/used to stepping up and making the first move, and in a sexual/romantic situation that turns into the dom Jack vibes that spring up in my fics.
And for me, since it feels natural to have Jack be so dominant in most situations, Davey compliments and counters that by being more passive, more diplomatic, more level headed. Additionally, Jackâs got the whole âIâve always had to fight for everything I have, so I sometimes donât know how to stopâ thing going on, so it feels natural for Davey to foil Jack and be more submissive. Plus, Daveyâs got the whole âworldâs most oblivious smart assâ thing, and I love that for him. Flustered Davey is second only to flustered Jack... đ
But, for me, Jack and Daveyâs relationship is all about balance and give and take: Jack needs Davey just as much as Davey needs Jack. So, depending on how established their relationship is at the time, Davey swings wildly between being an unknowing distraction (letterman fic, everybody wants a taste) and being an absolute tease (you only have to ask, possessive kisses 1 & 2 of lets cut to the chase). Because, even though Jack has lowkey dom vibes/major protective and possessive vibes, he never acts on them unless Davey 1) gives him permission or 2) provokes him into acting, which in context is permission.
And god does Davey provoke Jack. Itâs always so funny to me (even as Iâm writing it) because it always takes Jack a while to catch on. And he tries so hard to resist, even when all he wants is to just press Davey up against the nearest flat surface and wreck him. And that scenario is never not funâI live to lovingly torture Jack Kelly. So, Iâd say that whenever Davey is being more submissive in bed, itâs 50/50 odds on if itâs because heâs actually flustered and instinctively succumbing to Hurricane Jack or if heâs intentionally pressing every one of Jackâs buttons. (Like I said, he swings wildly between innocently oblivious and purposefully provocative)
Honestly, Jack is probably the one whoâs the most unchanging and predictable as far as what gets him going and Davey sort of does what he wants depending on his current mood. Like, for example, I have a whole unfinished tease entry where Jackâs been a little shit all day, flirting with and flustering Davey while heâs trying to work just because Davey blushes so easy and Jack loves it, but then Davey turns the tables on him later. Itâs a sort of âservice top, yet still playing the gameâ Jack matched with a âtake charge, knows exactly how to get what he wantsâ Davey, if that tells you anything about my thoughts on their relationship.
And itâs sort of a role reversal, but sort of not: Jackâs super into it because heâs just super into Davey full stopâhe doesnât care if Davey wants to take the lead. And even as Daveyâs taking the lead, thereâs still that give and take/push and pull because itâs still Jack and Davey, if that makes sense? Idk.
Anyway, long story long, for me Davey and Jack are just really well matched and really into each other. Davey has subby tendencies but theyâre mostly reactions to Jackâs dom tendencies, of which there are many. And Davey is always a tease, but whether itâs on purpose or accidental just depends on the circumstance. I donât know if Iâd ever go out and write a full, full dom/sub fic, but Iâm really enjoying the hints of it that are coming through in my usual style, and Iâm not against the idea.
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It occurred to me after I wrote all of the above that you may have wanted a more... fun answer, not just ramblings on character and relationships. So have some bullet points? đ
When Jack calls Davey âDavid,â in that low, growly, demanding voice??? Davey literally feels like his knees are gonna give out, just melting right on the spot, shivers down the spine, totally pliant and dazed. And it only happens when Jackâs really revved up, so it always takes Davey off guard when he says it. When it comes to playing the game and the back and forth between the two of them, Jack saying âDavidâ is like, the ultimate dom move and usually the final warning before he absolutely wrecks Davey.
The easiest way for Davey to tease Jack is to wear any of Jackâs clothes, but especially his t-shirts or his jackets/hoodies. Jack cannot keep his hands off of him when he doesâit kicks Jackâs possessiveness into high gear, and heâs already the more impatient one, just generally, so thatâs a sure fire way to provoke a reaction when Davey wants to play the game. The only thing better than Davey wearing Jack clothes to tease him is Davey wearing Jackâs clothes for any other innocent reason, especially in a pre-getting together scenario. Because flustered, possessive-but-trying-to-hide-it Jack is so much fun. I mean, thatâs literally the letterman fic in a nutshell, and itâll be a big feature of the quarantine fic (once I get around to it đ
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(I also just love clothes sharing as a trope, but Iâm sure thatâs obvious by now)
Also! Daveyâs taller but Jackâs bigger and stronger than he is. And Jack is absolutely capable of holding Davey down, picking him up, and just generally man handling Davey around. I think itâs the letterman fic that has the scene where Jack holds Daveyâs hips in place and grinds up into him because heâs being a mouthy shit? Yeah.
Davey gives Jack shit for constantly marking up his neck with hickeys, but he actually kind of loves it. He likes wearing Jackâs marks on his skin, sureâparticularly the ones Jack bites into his neck and shoulders and the ones that show up on his hips and thighs from Jackâs fingersâbut what he really loves is how Jack reacts to seeing the marks after the fact. Because wow
Iâm sure thereâs more, but this is already wayyy too long lol. Hope that made some kind of sense? Or, at least, wasnât too horribly confusing?
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2D x Reader
You werenât the type of person to go up to a stranger and attempt to greet them but this time everything about the situation was different. You hadnât noticed him at first since you came here to dance and enjoy yourself, not to find someone to potentially date or hookup with. You didnât think there was anything wrong with that, it just wasnât really your cup of tea. Â If somebody bought you a drink, you would just politely thank them and slide it over to your friend when the person who had bought you the offending beverage wasnât looking in your direction. That way, at least someone would get to enjoy it.
You'd first noticed him when you were dancing or, to be more specific, you'd noticed his unique hair color. You hadn't even known it was him, you just wanted to compliment the person on their cool hair and were thinking of a plan to approach the stranger when he'd turned around. When he'd briefly turned around to face your direction, you almost had a heart attack. It wasn't exactly everyday that you met the lead singer of your favorite band at a club on a whim.
You weren't really keen on the idea of going up to him and introducing yourself but you knew that you'd regret it for years if you didn't go for it now. As you debated whether or not you should talk to him, you watched as the girl he'd been talking to starting to get up to leave.
You did your best not to raise an eyebrow as you watched her trailing her hand down his arm as she made her way to the dance floor after whispering something in his ear. You told yourself that if you didnât go up to someone who was in the same room as someone who made music that you loved, youâd regret it for the rest of your life.
You took a deep breath, trying to keep it together, as you walked over, sitting down in the sit that the other girl had recently been occupying. You almost felt bad taking the seat, in case the woman whoâd just left had been his girlfriend.
You doubted your theory that she was though, considering heâd been dancing with someone else earlier whoâd definitely had short black hair. If anything, that would be his potential lover.
You shook the random thoughts from you mind, giving yourself words of encouragement in your mind, before finally turning to him.
âYouâre the singer from the band Gorillaz right?â you asked, almost yelling over the music to be heard.
âYeah,â he responded, staring into the space in front of him.
That wasnât exactly the kind of response youâd hoped for but you figured he probably got this all night and thatâs why he was less than ecstatic to have somebody at the club recognize him.
âThatâs pretty cool!â you respond.
He doesnât even bother to reply and you sit there, staring at your hands in your lap and mentally work up the courage to say something again for what seems like forever as you try to remember his name.
âYour nameâs 2D right?â You ask, hoping for some response.
âThaâs right,â he responds.
âCoolâŚâ You mumble under your breath and take up staring at the counter awkwardly, trying to steady your nerves.
Itâs probably around a half hour of anxious thoughts and breathing exercises later when you decide to say something again.
âIt was nice meeting you! Iâm think Iâm just going to goâŚâ You trail off when he turns toward you.
âWhy?â
You meet his black eyes and your heart skyrockets. He did have a point, youâd worked up all this courage to talk to him and you were just going to let the opportunity to meet the singer from your favorite band slip through your fingers. It was such a short and to the point question that it made you completely rethink leaving.
âI donât know actually. I just figure that I canât really control myself around people I like that much and Iâm not exactly the type to go here for a hookup or anything. I just come here to dance and have fun with my friends, as weird as that is. I guess itâs not that weird but I have a feeling thatâs not why most people come here.â You explain, sitting back down.
Your face goes red as you realize you just explained to a complete and utter stranger that you thought he was more than attractive. He doesnât reply to but you have a feeling itâs not because heâs uninterested this time. He probably just doesnât know how to respond to your detailed explanation.
You watch as he takes the cigarette he was smoking out of his mouth to take a sip of his drink.
âDoes that help?â You ask.
âWhat do you mean by that?â He says.
âI mean...Well does it help you to be yourself without being nervous? Iâve heard alcohol just helps you to be more confident in everything that you normally do but I wouldnât really know.â You explain.
âNot really. For some people I fink it might do that but mostly the liquid courage phrase is total rubbish. Just lets you forget what you do for tha time you do it. Think thaâs why Murdoc likes it so much, makes him forget all oâ the horrible stuff he does,â 2-D responds.
âOh,â You answer, wondering who Murdoc is.
You never really got obsessed with the people in bands, just their music. It was pure luck thatâd youâd gone to one of his bandâs concerts before and recognized him tonight.
âEver been to this state before?â You ask, trying to continue the conversation.
âWe usually go to bigger places. Chicago and such, never been âere before.â
âI canât blame you on that one. I mean itâs not really the most interesting place to visit. At least from my experience living here,â you reply.
âYou live near here then?â he asks.
âNo, actually, I meant the state. I just came here to dance and my friendâs girlfriend lives near here so we decided toâŚâ you trail off, before getting excited, âActually Iâve never really been around here before at all! Maybe we could go exploring?â
Youâre about to take it back when you realize that youâre asking a complete stranger to accompany you in exploring a dark place at night before he interrupts your worried thoughts.
âIâll âave to ask Noodle what time she wants me to be back âere but that sounds a lot more interesting than just sitting around at a bar.â
âAwesome!â you reply, before realizing that you should probably text your friend as well.
He watches over your shoulder as you text her. Itâs an action that would usually irritate you but right now it just serves to make you more nervous than you already were.
You: Hey, what time do you want to leave?
Misty: probably around 10
You check your phone for the time and realize that only gives you about an hour, before texting her back. Itâd probably be smarter for you to say yes, be back quicker, and text her that you were leaving with a stranger but youâre starting to get an adrenaline rush from doing this and decide to risk it on the grounds that itâll be fun. Not to mention, you get a vibe that this guy you met isnât really dangerous in the slightest and hope youâre right about this as you send her back a text.
You: Think we can make it 12?
Misty: sure!
You: Thank you!!
You turn to him, âShall we leave?â
âAlright,â 2-D responds.
You get up and lead the way out the door as he starts to talk to you.
âYour friend seems nice,â he remarks.
Youâre extremely relieved that 2-D seems like he genuinely wants to want to conversate with you all of a sudden.
âShe is. Well, not really nice exactly.â
You end up holding the door for him, old habits die hard and youâre used to escorting and hanging out with girls. The process is about as awkward as it sounds, especially considering the height difference and such. You continue talking so he doesnât have the chance to say thanks or mention the fact that you were holding the door open.
âSheâs like if you had a build-your-own character game and you chose to combine sarcasm, passive aggressiveness, and a caring nature. I mean, Iâm not saying sheâs not kind, sheâs just loving with a twist.â You tend to ramble when your nervous.
âThatâs good that sheâs caring,â he replies, shoving his hands into his pockets.
âOh she totally is! I-â you say, stopping mid-sentence distracted.
Heâs even more attractive when you can see his face better in the light of a street lamp. You notice for the first time that his two front teeth are missing and youâre a little curious how that happened, not that youâre going to ask.
âSomefing wrong?â He asks when you stop talking, seemingly at random.
âNo! I just, youâre very attractive?â you respond and then immediately regret it.
At least it was better than saying he looked absolutely amazing in the light of night, but it was still embarrassing. You tended to reply to any questions in complete honesty which you didnât consider the greatest trait to have at the moment.
Youâre relieved when he smiles back and looks down at you in confusion. You canât help but smile back embarrassed and then look down at the sidewalk, muttering a half-hearted sorry under your breath.
âIâve heard Iâm attractive but I never knew I could make someone stop talking âcause of that,â he jokes.
âYou learn something new everyday I guess,â you respond, still keeping your gaze down but starting to walk away.
You look back after you notice that heâs not following you.
âYou coming?â you ask.
âDidnât know if I was allowed to,â he says, walking to catch up with you.
âOf course, who else would I stop talking to at random to admire but you?â
âThaâs a good point, right there. Guess Iâm pretty important then, huh?â
âDefinitely. So, if I can ask, who were you dancing with back there?â
âWhat do ya meanâŚ? Oh! Youâre talking about Noodle.â
âI like her name, itâs cool.â
âIâll tell âer that. She gets loads of people hitting on her with bad food puns all oâ the time so sheâll probably be grateful,â 2-D says.
âYeah, Noodleâs great. Sheâs like a little sister ya know? Itâs always real fun when she takes ya anywhere, never know what going to happen but it turns out great every time. You should meet her sometime, sheâs a real unique person, jusâ like you.â
âIâm unique?â you ask, surprised.
âWell from what Iâve heard from ya, you are. I donât see a lot of gorgeous ladies going to clubs just to dance and inviting strangers for walks.â He responds.
âHuh, I guess youâre right in that regard. I donât usually talk to a lot of people at the bar though, so youâre pretty special,â you say.
âI am? Thaâs a stroke of luck right there. Glad that I am, special and all that,â 2-D comments and it makes you smile.
âWhat made you stop dancing with Noodle and head to the bar?â You ask.
âWell I get these killer âeadaches sometimes. Thaâs what happened, I got a real bad one so I âad to sit down. Had a smoke and tried to get rid of it by sort of relaxinâ over there. Thatâs when some lady came along and she was real loud. You did too, right after that. Sorry if I wasnât really all that inviting or anything, my nogginâ was really hurtinâ.â
Well that explained why he was ignoring you at first when you came up to him at least.
âThatâs okay, I ended up getting to hang out with you anyways right?â
âYou most definitely did,â 2-D answers.
âTell me more about yourself, you must have a pretty interesting life right? I mean youâre the singer of a hit band and all that jazz,â You cringe at the last add-on, it sounded like youâre some kind of interviewer.
He doesnât seem to notice though, because he answers you and tells you all about everything.
âNot all that itâs cracked up to be, let me tell you. Got locked in a room and tortured by a whale for a chunk of my life, I did,â your eyes widen significantly at that, âMurdocâs a pain. Do you know the names of everyone in the band? Usually fans do but you might not.â
âI donât, sorry. I usually just listen to a bandâs music and love it. I donât normally get invested in the band and itâs members like most people, I just feel like the music speaks for itself, I guess. The only reason I recognized you was because I went to one of your shows once,â you answer honestly.
He actually seems to be a little relieved at that. You imagine itâs from girls only being nice to him because he was in a famous band or other kinds of things.
âI kind of like that. Well, the bandâs got four of us in it. Murdocâs the bass player, Noodle plays the guitar, and Russel plays the drums. You already know Iâm the singer, used to be Murdoc but he canât really sing unless you like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Weâre a sort of family, the four of us together.â He explains to you.
You have to admit youâre more than hooked on every word. Heâs an interesting person to be around and his accent is almost hypnotizing, making sure that you listen to whatever it is that he has to say.
âThatâs so awesome,â You say, before adding on, âExcept the whole being captured by a whale thing.â
You attempt to get him to talk more about himself. After a little bit, he does and you get him to talk about his band, interests, and Noodle. You gather that sheâs his favorite even if he doesnât explicitly state it. Youâre surprised that you just find how much he cares about her cute and arenât really too jealous.
During the conversation, heâll sometimes turn it back around to you. You do your best to keep from rambling and manage short responses. You donât think heâd be against it, if you only talked, but you just prefer to listen to what people have to say, especially when it comes to him.
You eventually reach the end of the street and turn to him, âWe should probably turn aroundâŚâ
âWe could explore the other street if you want,â he offers.
You get a feeling that neither of you particularly want to turn around. You realize how close you are and end up staring up at him. He eventually stares back down at you and gives you a confused smile.
âIs somefing wrong?â He asks.
âNo. I mean unless itâs wrong that I want to kiss you?â you say, blushing.
âIf it is, guess weâre both in trouble then,â 2-D responds.
Before you know it, he leans down to kiss you. His lips meet yours gently once before you he leans back.
Heâs extremely gentle and you get the feeling that he was leaving you with the option of going back and not continuing on with anything. You had said that you werenât the type for hookups but you didnât really feel inclined to stop.
âCan I kiss you again?â you say.
âYou donât have to ask,â 2-D answers and you stand up on the tips of your toes so that you can reach his lips.
You kiss him softly at first and are more than happy when he kisses you back. You want to be as close to him as possible and soon desperation to be nearer to him shows itself in your kissing. You wrap your arms around his neck and bring your body as close to his as possible.
He pushes you up against the wall of a building as he kisses you and your entire body is filled with want as he slides his hands from the small of you back to your waist. You moan softly as he moves his lips from yours to your neck.
He pulls your shirt up and you realize that youâre in the middle of an alley, with someone who you technically just met, and youâre about to have sex for the first time. When he moves his hands lower it takes all of your strength to push him off of you as gently as you can.
âDid I do somefing wrong?â 2-D asks.
âNo, no that was more than wonderful. I just donât want toâŚâ you try to explain, realizing how out of breath you are as you speak.
You donât want to admit your a virgin and that all you want to do at this moment is lose the label in this dark alley but you know that youâll regret it later. If thereâs a chance that youâll get to see him again, you have a feeling that you shouldnât go through with this.
âThaâs okay, you donât really need an excuse, I just didnât want to do something to upset you is all,â he responds, as you have an inner struggle to decide what to do.
âThank you. I just donât, want to be someone who you...you know, in an alley and then forget about the next day. If that makes any sense.â
âThatâs fair, I donât think anyone wants that, really.â
âI guess not,â you laugh, pushing a stray hair out of your face.
You want to see him again, as laughable as it is. You know itâs pretty unlikely that heâll say yes or even want to be with you again if youâre not exactly willing at all times but itâs worth a chance.
As he pulls his phone out from his back pocket and signs it in, you get your idea.
âNoodle texted me, sheâs âbout to drive home. I should probably join âerâŚâ he trails off, looking at you, almost as if he was waiting for your approval.
âCan I see your phone for a second?â you ask.
âSure, just donât change the password or anything like that,â he responds, nervously.
âOf course,â you mumble, distracted by your new mission.
You finally find where he keeps his contacts and resist the urge to ask who Paula was. It was probably just his motherâs name, you tell yourself and click on the button to create a contact. You write your name in, along with your number, adding âCall Me!â next to your name in parenthesis.
Youâre worried that itâs a little desperate but you donât know how drunk he is and you want him to at least remember to call you. You hand him back his phone with a nervous smile, hoping heâs not upset at you adding your contact.
âSo thatâs your name? I canât believe I never bothered to ask,â 2-D responds, putting his phone back in his pocket.
âItâs okay, now you know right? Should we, start walking back?â You ask.
Itâs probably ridiculous that you feel like your going to miss him, you havenât even known him longer than a couple of hours.
âYeah, right, letâs walk back,â he responds, broken from whatever trance he got in when you were messing around with his phone.
Itâs quiet on the way back but not a bad kind. You figure that heâs either spacing out or thinking hard about something from the way he acts and you decide itâs better not to disturb him.
As you approach the club, you hear the music from where you two are walking, and then spot Noodle. You give her a nervous smile, trying not to seem sketchy, especially considering how much you know 2-D likes her.
âWhoâs this?â she asks, raising an eyebrow.
He explains about how you met, decided to take a walk together, and what your name is, before Noodle gives you a semi-smile. You have a feeling that she hasnât decided how she feels about you yet.
âIâm Noodle,â she says, sticking out her hand.
âItâs really cool to meet you,â you say.
âIâd hope so, 2-D usually talks about like Iâm some legendary creature,â she jokes.
You smile and almost immediately decide that you like her and sheâs definitely worth the reputation that heâs built for her.
âIâm just tryinâ to be honest about how I thinkâŚâ he trails off, trying to find an excuse for building her up so much.
âIâm just kidding 2-D, I appreciate you being so kind. Are we going to see your friend again, soon?â
âIf things go right,â he answers and you canât help but be relieved.
âGood, she doesnât seem like the type to leave because of Murdoc,â she answers, bluntly.
âThe bass player?â you ask.
âYou might end up seeing what I mean. Letâs just say he has a personality,â Noodle replies, before turning to leave.
You get the feeling that sheâs used to people following and admiring her as you watch her walk away. She doesnât strike you as rude, just focused on what she wants to do.
You finally turn away from watching her and look up at 2-D, using all your courage to lean up and kiss him after remembering him saying you didnât have to ask.
âThanks for walking with me,â You tell him.
âIâd gladly do it again,â he responds.
You smile and he walks away, somewhat hesitantly as if he has something else he wants to say. You watch him leave for a little bit, before forcing yourself to go back into the club.
As you make your way back into the bar, you run into Misty, her girlfriend, and a group of your friends. She looks at you like youâve got three heads and you look back in confusion for sometime before she finally talks.
âYou...you have a hickey. On your neck...A couple of them actually.â She manages to get out.
Your face goes red as you try to figure out how you can hide the marks when you go home that night. In a way, youâre proud of them but you donât really think that theyâre realy suited for anything you have to do later on this week and you donât want Misty to be tempted to comment on them anymore than sheâs done unconciously so far.
You place one of your hands over some of the marks on your neck, fighting a smile, before you finally speak.
"So do any of you guys happen to have something I could use as a scarf?"
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