Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu. For every year I will make my own and it will be open for anyone to use as a prompt list.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
1 ✧ MILKING | CARLISLE CULLEN
2 ✧ SEX TAPE | NEGAN SMITH
3 ✧ GAGGING | SEVERUS SNAPE
4 ✧ WATERSPORTS | DARYL DIXON
5 ✧ APHRODISIACS | RICK C-137
6 ✧ COCK RING | EMMRICH VOLKARIN
7 ✧ EDGING | EDDIE BROCK
8 ✧ MIRROR SEX | LUCIUS MALFOY
9 ✧ FACE-RIDING | SOLAS
10 ✧ PIERCINGS | IANTO JONES
11 ✧ FLASHING | VIKTOR
12 ✧ PUBLIC | JOSIAH TRELAWNY
13 ✧ FOOD PLAY | LUCANIS DELLAMORTE
14 ✧ SEX POLLEN | JACK HARKNESS
15 ✧ EYE CONTACT | HANNIBAL LECTER
16 ✧ BELLY BULGE | COPIA | PAPA EMERITUS IV
17 ✧ BONDAGE | ELIJAH MIKAELSON
18 ✧ PET-PLAY | DUTCH VAN DER LINDE
19 ✧ BODY PAINT | KLAUS MIKAELSON
20 ✧ HEAT | GARRUS VAKARIAN
21 ✧ COCK SMACKING | GHOST | SIMON RILEY
22 ✧ IN-AIR SUSPENSION | TONY STARK
23 ✧ GLORY HOLE | (POST-WAR) COOPER HOWARD | THE GHOUL
24 ✧ OBEDIENCE TRAINING | BROTHER DAY
25 ✧ SCRATCHING | VANDER
26 ✧ ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION | BILLY BLACK
27 ✧ COCK RESTING | LEE RUSSELL
28 ✧ PRAISE | JOHN PRICE
29 ✧ BREEDING | KRATOS
30 ✧ CAUGHT | GAVIN REED
31 ✧ AFTERCARE | FINNICK ODAIR
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I HATE liking Niche characters because what do you mean there are little to no fics of them???? and if I do find some it's all just smut or one shots 😭 please normalize big fat juicy slow Burns🙏
Where/how I feel like they would take you out on a first date!!!
Connor; he did alot of research on your favorite things and what humans usually liked to do, especially on a first date. He figured it would be nice to just talk with you and bring you out to a park for a walk, maybe sit down and hold hands or something. He's definitely very vanilla when it comes to dates, but he's still trying!!
Markus; definitely takes you to somewhere fun. Wether that be an arcade, a carnival or fair, he just wants the both of you to have fun together. He likes seeing you happy, plus he would like to try stuff like games and fun things with you <3
Kara; would probably prefer to stay somewhere safer like inside, but you could convince her to go out if you really tried. She just wants the both of you to be okay and safe. Would make some food for you and watch TV and cuddle sm 😭
Simon; sweet boy oml. Would do probably anything for you, would stay inside, take you out, buy you stuff, anything!! Being a domestic model for kids, he probably knows how to cook decently too. Asks for a hug and maybe a kiss after the date 🤭
Gavin; Prick, but he does semi care. Might take you out to get a burger or a coffee if he's feeling generous, but would actually care about what you want. Would share his food or drink with you, it's like a love language for him at this point. Basically demands you two hold hands or lock arms
Hank; he thinks he's too old for dating anymore, so he would let you pick and drag him around to a store or around town. Like gavin, would definitely appreciate it if you two stopper and got some lunch while out. Giving Sumo a bath is like a date for you two, he really needs help washing the big dog 😭
North; she might act like she doesn't care, she kinda does. She wants to do what she mostly wants to do, but also takes your thoughts into consideration. You two will probably cause some trouble around town or mess with some of the other androids in Jericho or town. She loves getting closer to someone while having fun <3
Ralph; LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU 😭 he will be so sad if you try to plan against his plans. If he's going out with you, you already have him trusting you alot. Will accidentally rant about plants the entire time since he feels like he can share it to you. Definitely wants to garden with you, and will try to cook (he really does try his best)
Elijah; he's rich, he's gonna treat you like royalty (probably). Honestly I think he knows how to cook, but be might make one of his other androids cook something for the two of you. Would probably build an android just for you as a sign of affection or some shi 😭 let's you run his credit card up
Daniel; he really, really cares about everything. If it's an at home date, he will clean the entire place and made it look amazing and set up a little area for a date. Probably wants to build a pillow fort. If you two go out, he will be a little anxious and holding his hand makes him feel alot better <3
Nines; honestly probably doesn't like dates too much, will complain the entire time but does go with you if you go out, wants to make sure you're not being stupid. Will want to have a long conversation about anything, and will more than likely want to be next to you no matter what during/after the date wherever yall went
Luther; huge sweetheart fr 😭 would love to stay home and cuddle or just take care of anything you need. He loves to make sure you're alright. He will probably go out to a small quiet area with you and just sit in silence and hold hands, maybe say he loves you
Jerry/s; obviously gonna take you to an amusement park, maybe their own amusement park since they miss having visitors 😔 they're always cheery and happy so they would love to do anything, play in the snow, play games, talk, anything!
Gavin Reed clawing at the sheets, mouth stuffed with his precum drenched boxers or the pillow case as Android!Reader fucks him into oblivion. "Is this enough for you Mr. Reed." Damn you, you hunk of metal still maintaining some professional decorum while he's moaning and behaving unlike himself.
All the way from the tips of his ears down to his neck is a pretty flush, embarrassment warring with simmering anger. His actions contradict his obvious distaste for androids like yourself.
"Should I stop?" It's like your taunting him, mocking him as he gasps for breath between choked moans. Your synthetic skin feels electrifying against his own. The grip you have on his hips is firm but far too gentle for something of your nature. Not detached nor cold like he would have expected. It's confusing to his bliss addled mind that's getting pulled deeper into the throes of lust; albeit not as reluctant anymore.
Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader
Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed.
Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.
[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.
Connor:
Chances are, you’ve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after
By the time the actual surgery rolls around, he’s downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op
And he’s not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything
“Don’t forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.” “Y/N, you can’t have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.” “Y/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.”
When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you don’t remember a lick of what either of you said)
I’d say he’s a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type
He’d buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels
Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while he’s checking out the soup aisle
“That’s not a domestic android I’ve ever seen…”
He’s definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds
Makes sure you’re regularly irrigating the wounds if you need it
If you’re ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses
Nines:
As a deviant, he isn’t as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because he’s more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can
He wouldn’t hover as much as Connor but he’d definitely download information about the procedure before you go
Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder
If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb
Like he’s clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream
“Why on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?”
If you’re in pain, he’ll do everything to comfort you
Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you
He doesn’t seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but he’s such a softy
Markus:
This obviously isn’t his first rodeo
If you’re scared going into the surgery, he’s with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep
Cruises through post-op no matter what state you’re in due to the sedative
At home, he’s got you covered
No need to break out the cans of mush—he’s got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs you’ve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it
With Markus, you’ll never miss a dose of antibiotics
If you’re in pain, worry not
Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles
He’ll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand
Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined
Simon:
He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android
Calms your nerves going into the operation and when you’re all woozy post-op he’s right by your side
Coming out of the operation, it doesn’t matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lost—Simon’s there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs
Like Markus, you’ll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet
If the pain’s too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being
He’s a wizard with chores and errands
It’s like you never even got your wisdom teeth out
Gavin:
Would totally take off work to help you recover
Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers
“I’ve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, he’d come into work sick so long as he wasn’t actively dying,” Says Tina
“I’ve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,” Grumbles Fowler
“Hopefully he’ll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.”
Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)
I don’t see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but he’s definitely able to cook to support himself and you
Of course, he’d get you all the ice cream you want
He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it
If you wanted it, he’d cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)
To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon!
Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x
A/N: (Y/n) an omega man in late pregnancy, who's also an ER doctor, Gavin Reed a gruff alpha sire who's also a detective, and Miles (L/n)-Reed their four year old ball of chaos have a lovely day at the zoo. Along with Gavin's coworkers, who finally get to see what their douchebag coworker is like when he's not at work. ~6.3k words.
Warnings: My opinion? None really. Maybe some slight body-image insecurity/sensitivity? nothing too heavy just Miles having an unfiltered comment about his daddy's size.
P.S. - Thank you to the anon who requested this! I hope you like this!
Credits: banners/dividers are made by @/cafekitsune
Gavin sighs as he enters the precinct.
He mumbles out half-hearted greetings to those he thinks are on his level.
He sucks up to the captain, convinced it’ll get him a promotion.
Anyone under him, he ignores entirely. None of them can advance his career, none of them can be useful to him.
“Who’s this?” Gavin mutters to Hank, as he sits down, cup of coffee in hand.
“His name’s Connor.” Hank gruffly says. Gavin doesn’t miss the way Hank’s jaw tightens.
“He’s helping with the recent increase in deviancy.” He rolls his eyes.
Gavin nods, not even really paying attention to Hank.
He nearly spits out his coffee when he sees that blue ring light up in Connor’s temple.
“So Cyberlife sent us a bucket of bolts to catch other tin-cans?” He sneers, laughing to himself.
He waits for Connor to respond, seeing that blue light continue to circle.
“Yes Detective Reed.” He finally speaks having scanned Gavin’s face.
“I’m an RK800 Prototype.” He informs him.
“Look at this clanker, pretending to be human.” Gavin snidely remarks.
“What? You here to replace us?” He barks.
“I’m here as an asset. A tool. I was programmed to help with cases regarding deviant androids and that’s what I’ll do.” He answers pragmatically.
“Make yourself useful, and get me a coffee.” Gavin waves Connor off.
“Fuckin’ plastic asshole…” he mutters under his breath.
“I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.” Connor responds, his LED light shifting from blue to yellow.
Gavin looks back up at Connor, blood already boiling.
“You’re not fuckin’ human!” He snarls.
“You listen here plastic detective. I’m human, I’m flesh and blood, and I outrank you.” He barks.
“So when I command you to do something, you fuckin’ do it!” He jeers, getting into Connor’s face.
“Since Cyberlife sent you, I’m sure they’ll have no problem sending another,” Gavin jabs his finger into Connor’s chest, punctuating each word, “if you happen to catch a bullet with that defective motherboard in your head.” Gavin snaps.
“Ease up Reed.” Hank finally speaks. “I don’t like this either, but what are we gonna do?” He bemoans.
“Chief’s orders.” He adds, looking through the case files.
“Is it now?” He snidely chuckles. “Figures they’d give the drunk a watch guard.” Gavin mutters, sitting back down.
“What was that Reed?” Hank growls.
“You heard me.” He laughs, taking a sip of his coffee.
“And another—” Gavin’s voice dies in his throat, his nose twitching.
His eyes shoot to the front of the precinct, trained on the door that bars the reception area from the work room.
“C’mon Miles.” You coo to your 4-year-old.
“You wanted to see papa, right?” You gingerly ask.
Miles nods against your leg, clinging to you and trying to hide behind you.
“Sorry Sarah, he’s a little shy.” You say sheepishly to the desk worker.
“No worries, (Y/n). Gavin’s at his desk, you want me to call him up?” She asks.
“No, it’s fine, I’m just gonna head back there, y’know surprise him.” You giggle, before exhaling sharply.
Your hand goes to your stomach.
“God he’s a kicker.” You groan, rubbing your swollen stomach.
“How many months?” She asks. “Uh—if you don’t mind me asking of course.”
Sarah looks down to the papers in front of her. She hasn’t known you for long, but she can only assume you’d be a hard ass, a douche, like Gavin.
“8 and a half-ish, but God I’m ready to pop him out.” You laugh.
“I bet.” She laughs.
“Yeah, have a good one.” You say walking past her.
“Let’s see, where did papa sit again?” You look around, before looking down, feeling Miles tug on your jeans.
The clicking of keys, constant conversation, paper shuffling are all background noise to you with how often you’ve been here.
“Daddy up?” His lip trembles, arms raised.
“Aww, what’s wrong honey? You overwhelmed?” You gently pick him up, slotting his face against your scent gland.
“….scary…” He murmurs against your neck.
You remember it’s his first time here.
“I bet it is, but you’re my big strong boy. You’re gonna be a big brother. It’s okay to be scared, you just have to be brave.” You gently rub his back.
Miles just nods against your scent gland, his breathing evening out.
He lifts his face from your scent gland, puffing out his chest.
“Okay Daddy.” He whispers, one arm around your neck, the other on your chest.
“Let’s go find papa.” You kiss his cheek.
You barely take a few steps, when Gavin stops in front of you.
“Hi honey.” He says, leaning down to kiss you.
“Hi baby.” You smile against his lips.
Gavin’s scent brightens, he lights up instantly.
“And is that my handsome boy?” He coos, gently poking Miles’ stomach.
Miles laughs, hand going to try and smack away Gavin’s.
“Papa!” Miles squeals.
“C’mere squirt. Give Daddy a break.” Gavin says taking Miles from your arm. “What, did ya forget how to walk?” Gavin rubs his cheek against Miles’.
“It’s his first time here, he’s just a little overwhelmed.”
“Aww, I bet.” Gavin says kissing the crown of Miles’ head.
You wince, hand going to your back.
“Ah, let’s get you to my desk.” Gavin says quickly rushing you over.
“Take a seat, I’ll get you both something to drink.” He says walking away.
Miles climbs onto your lap, looking at the documents across Gavin’s desk.
“Look, but don’t touch sweetie.” You say gently as Miles’ hand reaches across the table.
“Hi, (Y/n).” Hank greets warmly.
“Lieutenant Anderson.” You drawl. “It’s been a while.” You beam.
“It sure has. How’s hard ass treating you?” Hank snorts.
“Good, good. Can’t complain. I don’t know what you guys mean when you say he’s a dick.” You chuckle.
“And (Y/n) this is—”
“Connor?” You say excitedly.
“It’s good to see you again, (Y/n).” Connor smiles. “Still healthy. You’re not pushing yourself too hard, correct?” He asks.
“Not at all.” You sheepishly respond.
Hank makes a face, looking between you and Connor.
“You two know each other?” He asks.
“My first case.” Connor starts. “Little girl taken hostage by a deviant android her family purchased.” He recounts.
“He kept them company in the hospital.” You say warmly. “He was very interested in my line of work.” You chortle.
“I was merely ensuring the hostage’s health.” He says pragmatically.
“Connor what did we talk about?” You gently chide.
His LED shifts from blue to yellow and back.
“I was merely ensuring Emma’s comfort, seeing as I saved her.” Connor corrects.
“There we go Con’ already talking like a great detective.” You giggle.
“Thank you, (Y/n).” He smiles as his eyes lock onto the ring on your finger.
“I did not know you were married.” His surprise evident.
“Ah, yeah, I am.” You say showing the gold band.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” He tilts his head as he asks.
“Gavin is.” Your confusion plain as day.
Connor’s face cracks briefly, before he forces it back to the polite neutrality.
“Ah.” Connor says. “I…I understand why Lieutenant Anderson asks if Gavin treats you right.” Blue flashes on his temple as if processing the new revelation.
“God is he really as bad as people say?” You snort.
“I couldn’t say.” Connor deflects.
“So the child Gavin carries…?” He presses looking over, watching as Gavin plays peek-a-boo with Miles.
“Yeah. Our oldest. Miles (L/n)-Reed.” You swoon.
“He’s making decaf coffee for you.” Connor says.
“Yup. God I think I miss caffeine the most.” You bemoan.
“Caffeine isn’t good for humans regardless.” Connor comments.
“Here you go honey.” Gavin comes back, a smile on his face that doesn’t seem forced for once.
“Just some decaf coffee, two sugars, whole lotta cream like you like.” He coos.
“Thanks babe.” You sigh contentedly, blowing the liquid before taking a sip.
Gavin looks over to Hank, who looks smug, and Connor who looks even more perplexed.
“Is this toaster oven bothering you?” He growls staring daggers into Connor.
“Gavin.” You scold. “That’s no way to speak to Connor, you need to apologize.” You demand.
Gavin looks to you, hurt flashing across your face.
“But (Y/n)—”
“No buts. Look at him. He’s doing his job, don’t treat him like that.” You cut Gavin off.
“(Y/n) it’s quite alright.” Connor chimes in. “I would dislike it, if you two fought over me.” He purses his lips.
“No it’s okay Connor, you’re a person, with feelings, and Gavin needs to respect that.” You warn.
Connor’s mouth opens, his LED blinking yellow before shutting off.
“I’m not a person, (Y/n). I’m an RK800 prototype.” Connor corrects.
“See? Even he knows he’s not real.” Gavin meekly says.
“Gavin!” You protest.
“Papa be nice to Daddy and ‘Onnor.” Miles pouts, crossing his arms and turning away from his sire.
He sighs, before turning to Connor.
“I…apologize,” Gavin grits his teeth, “if I’ve…crossed a line.” He gives Connor and Hank a fake smile.
“Thank you Detective Reed. I’m sure Lieutenant Anderson appreciates it.” Connor says neutrally, but Gavin can see the smugness written all over Connor’s face.
Gavin’s chest rumbles, a low threatening rasp. “Back off, Connor.” He snaps.
“Gavin.” You say softer. Gavin tenses before looking back to you, eyes softening immediately.
“C’mere.” You beckon him with a finger. You catch his jaw, guiding him down, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Whose are you?” You ask softly.
“Yours.” Gavin says even gentler. His scent curling back into the warmth you and Miles both love.
“Whose am I?” You kiss him again.
“Mine.” He says smiling against your lips.
“Who else’s?” You giggle.
“No ones. Just mine. All mine.” Gavin nips at your lips.
“Exactly.” You cup his cheek.
“So love, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” Gavin says warmly.
“Well someone, not saying names, but not me, promised Miles here a trip to the zoo.” You say leaning back, hand gently resting on the swell of your belly.
“Oh fu-“ Gavin’s eyes dart to Miles, “darn. Darn. I did promise that.” Gavin laughs.
“For today, Papa.” Miles reminds.
“Well…let me talk to Captain Fowler, see what he says.” Gavin goes to hand you Miles, before raising an eyebrow and taking Miles with him.
“If that doesn’t work you owe me a massage tonight.” You smirk.
“You’ll get one regardless, but trust this is gonna work.” Gavin hikes Miles up higher on his hip.
“Hey buddy, papa needs you to tell my boss that you want me home today.” Gavin coos as he walks into Jeffrey’s office.
“It’s sort of like he’s bipolar.” Hank mutters.
“Or another personality disorder.” Connor adds absentmindedly.
“He’s not so bad.” You smile softly, rubbing your stomach.
“You have rose colored spectacles, (Y/n).” Connor muses. “Although I haven’t seen you ever wear glasses…or exhibit the signs of needing corrective lenses.” Connor says under his breath.
“No I promise he’s kind, attentive, loving.” You sigh dreamily. “Just not to anyone that’s not family I guess.” You laugh.
“Thank you Captain Fowler!” Gavin says waving goodbye.
“Y’know, why don’t you two come with?” You suggest. Gavin’s eyes widen, he stops dead in his tracks.
“You guys can see how Gavin really is.” You smile softly.
“I’m sure they’d love to (Y/n),” Gavin power walks back, “but they’re oh so busy,” Gavin says sadly, “right?” He turns to Hank and Connor staring daggers at them.
“Not at all actually.” Hank smirks.
“Detective?” Connor’s bewilderment written across his face.
“Connor we’ve earned a break.” Hank says calmly.
Connor’s LED turns blue shifting to yellow, then back.
“You’re right detective.” He says with a smirk.
“We’d love to come along (Y/n).” Connor’s politeness feels like a dagger in Gavin’s chest.
“Unless of course someone else would want us to not come.” Hank goads Gavin.
“Oh Gavin doesn’t mind.” You wave them off.
“Right honey?” You tilt your head, batting your eyelashes.
“Right.” Gavin says sweetly, but defeated.
Gavin raises an eyebrow, smile stretching across his face.
“Babe, what car did you come in? ‘Cause I doubt we have enough room for all of us.” He says morosely. “We don’t all fit in my car.” He adds.
“Oh I brought the van. There’s more than enough room.” You cup his cheek, before groaning as you stand up.
“Let’s get going.” You chirp, walking towards the reception desk.
“Papaaaa.” Miles whines, trying to pull Gavin. “Les goooo.” He leans towards you.
“Alright champ.” Gavin sighs softly.
“C’mon microwave and drunkard.” He mutters.
“Watch it, Gavin.” Hank growls.
“Detective Anderson, don’t pay him any mind. I believe the most effective remedy to his attitude would be informing (Y/n).” Connor chimes in.
“You wouldn’t.” Gavin’s head snaps back towards them.
“I won’t.” Connor says innocently. “As long as there’s no reason to.” He adds.
“Fu-“ Gavin clears his throat, watching Miles tilt his head, “fine Connor.” He rasps, rolling his eyes.
“Let’s get going.” Gavin sighs, following your lead.
“What’s your plan Detective?” Connor probes.
“Just wanna see him squirm.” Hank shrugs, a smug smile stretched across his face.
They both follow behind Gavin, Hank smiling at Miles as he peeks behind his Sire, Connor gives a small nod to the toddler, before Miles hides against Gavin’s scent gland.
“Oh no you don’t (Y/n).” Gavin projects, his voice more warmth than anything else.
“What?” You say trying to climb into the driver seat.
“Nuh-uh, get in the passenger seat. I’m driving.” Gavin says opening the back door and putting Miles in his car seat.
“I can drive!” You groan.
“Don’t care, I’m driving.” Gavin kisses your cheek before taking the keys from you.
You sigh deeply but move to the passenger side door, your hand doesn’t get to touch the handle.
“Thanks, sweetie.” You say as Gavin opens the door for you.
He gingerly shuts the door, eyes narrowing at his gaze drifts to Hank and Connor.
“Door’s unlocked assholes.” He grits his teeth.
He takes a breath, softening immediately as he gets into the car.
“Ready, sweetie?” Gavin asks, hand curling possessively, gingerly over the swell of your belly.
“As I’ll ever be.” You giggle, putting your hand on top of his.
Hank opens the back door, letting Connor climb in first, shutting the door behind himself as he buckles his seatbelt.
“Wha’ ‘bout me papa?” Miles chimes in, cheeks puffed out.
“Are you ready, my strong boy?” Gavin chirps.
“Mmhm!” Miles smiles. “Wha’ about ‘Onnor and ‘Ank?” He asks tilting his head.
Gavin’s knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.
“Well…Connor, Hank, you two ready?” He asks with a strained smile on his face.
“Oh absolutely, Gavin.” Hank laughs smugly.
“Affirmative.” Connor says plainly.
“Wonderful.” Gavin forces a laugh. “Let’s get moving.” He says quietly, starting the car.
He has a whole world of tension sitting in his jaw, squared in his shoulders, but it all melts away as your hand gingerly lands on his lap. His hand goes to yours, lacing his fingers into yours.
The car ride is quiet, calm, with Miles rambling about dinosaur facts, smiling and laughing louder when Connor corrects him.
“Kid’s already smarter than half the precinct.” Hank says warmly, his smile faltering ever so slightly. “He must get that from you, (Y/n). Couldn’t possibly be Gavin.” Hank laughs.
Gavin’s hands tighten around the wheel again, but he takes a breath, refusing to fall for the cheap provocation.
The car comes to a slow stop as Gavin parks.
“Alright, let’s head in.” You say, voice breaking into a groan as you get out of the car.
You take a few deep breaths bracing yourself against the car door. The car shakes slightly.
“You okay?” Gavin’s hand rubs soothing circles into your back, already out of the car and by your side.
“Yeah.” You exhale. “Just a lot.” You laugh sheepishly. “Too early to pop.” You add.
“Jesus, babe.” Gavin laughs rough and gravelly against your shoulder. “You sure you up for this?” His hand angles your face towards him.
“Yeah.” You smile, kissing his cheek. “Besides, our boy’s been talking nonstop about this.” You giggle, opening the car door.
“Daddy!” Miles whined messing with his seatbelt. “I wanna go!” He shouts getting frustrated. “I wanna go! I wanna go!” He sniffles, fat tears running down and smearing against his cheeks. He thrashes back and forth, feet swinging as he kicks his seat, hands tugging harder at the seatbelt.
“Miles.” Gavin says softly. His son looks up to him, eyes still bleary, chest rising and falling.
“Breathe with me.” He says, taking deep breaths making sure Miles does the same.
“But-“
“No buts buddy, breathe with me.” Gavin asserts.
Miles finally complies, his tantrum ending as quick as it started.
“What did we talk about?” Gavin asks softly.
“Uhm…uhhh…take deep breaths?” Miles’ brow furrows as he tries to come up with another answer.
“Exactly buddy, you got it. Because daddy,” Gavin looks over to you, still cradling your stomach, “needs us both to be calm, especially your little sibling growing inside him.” He says cupping Miles’ cheek.
“Okay Papa.” Miles murmurs nuzzling into Gavin’s hand.
Hank’s eyes widen, begrudging respect blooming for the younger hot headed alpha. He remembers his omega, his son, before he passed, before it broke him and his omega, before it severed their bond.
“What?” Gavin asks, steel in his voice as he pulls Miles out of his seat.
“Nothing. Just…” Hank sighs deeply, eyes misty, “didn’t expect you to be such a good father.” He says softly.
“You tryin’ to be funny?” Gavin nearly snarls, held back only by the tot in his arms.
“I meant it as a compliment.” The sincerity in Hank’s voice catches Gavin off guard.
He looks the aged alcoholic alpha up and down.
“Thanks…Anderson.” He says before turning around.
Connor and Hank watch as Gavin takes your hand into his, gently leading you and your son to the entrance.
“Is everything alright, Detective?” Connor asks, looking him up and down.
They both climb out of the car, the moment they close the door, the car auto-locks.
“You seem to be on edge.” He adds.
“I’m fine Connor.” Hank waves him off.
“While we’re out here, don’t call me Detective Anderson.” Hank says, walking towards you and Gavin, hands in his pocket.
Connor’s LED flashes yellow, before shifting to blue and back.
“But Detective—”
“They want a nice family outing. People hear detective, or officer, and they don’t get that.” Hank interrupts.
“Very well, Hank.” Connor manages to get out, keeping pace with Hank.
They both reach you and Gavin, just in time.
“Oh, good.” You chirp. “Here.” You hand them their tickets. “Let’s get in there.” You giggle, taking Miles’ hand and heading in.
“You’ve got a good omega.” Hank says.
“I do.” Gavin says reverently, none of the smug alpha attitude present.
Gavin jaw tightens, he looks over to Hank, expecting smug satisfaction. His head quirks, there’s nothing even remotely close to that.
Hank looks forlorn, hand ghosting over his naked ring finger. Gavin doesn’t say anything, only giving a quick nod as Hank’s eyes meet his.
“Let’s get this over with.” Gavin says pulling ahead and joining you. The smile that graces his face seems brighter than the sun.
Connor gives Hank a look, before they catch up.
“Daddy!” Miles jumps up and down, hand tugging yours. “Daddy! I wanna see the tigers!” He begs, trying and failing to pull you in their direction.
“Okay, okay, sweetie.” You laugh, following him.
“Hey Gavin, you want a… coffee or beer? Or both?” Hank offers looking away.
“Christ it’s 9am.” Gavin snorts. “Yeah. A coffee, if you don’t mind.” He says.
“Not at all.” Hank walks away.
Connor looks towards Hank, before back to you and Miles, his eyes settle on Gavin. Connor’s LED flashes yellow going back to blue, before settling down just as quickly.
He walks away over to where you’re holding Miles up to watch the tigers.
Gavin sighs, before going to your side, his arm possessively wrapping around your waist.
“They’re so big!” Miles’ hands clap together.
“Tigers are the largest wild cats in the world. An adult male can weigh over 600 pounds.” Connor says candidly.
“Weally?!” Miles gasps. “Almost as big as you, Daddy!” He adds looking right at you, hands clapping against the metal guard rail.
“Jesus, Miles…” Gavin says in disbelief.
“Gee, thanks kiddo.” You laugh, but it sounds off, your hand seems to press into your abdomen.
“That makes me feel great.” You laugh quietly, suddenly aware of how your body moves with each shift. Aware of the swell, the curve, the plush skin that holds your baby.
“Don’t take it personal, it’s exaggeration of a fact.” Connor says pragmatically.
“Children lack a social filter. They comment on the material world bluntly, regardless of how outlandish it sounds.” He adds.
“Thanks Connor.” You sigh.
“Miles,” you lean down kissing his forehead, and brushing his hair back, “Daddy has to go to the bathroom, so stay with Papa, okay?” You ask softly.
“Okay!” Miles says excitedly.
“(Y/n)…” Gavin says softly.
“I’m fine.” You say with a stressed smile. “Just need to use the bathroom.” You assure him, before walking away.
“(Y/n).” Gavin calls out, but you keep walking.
“Christ, Connor.” Gavin seethes, putting his hands over Miles’ ears. “You had to add that? You’re such a fucking plastic prick my god.” He groans.
“Woah…” Hank says coming back with two cups of coffee, “easy Gavin what did he do?” He asks.
“Daddy, I can’t hear.” Miles whines, trying to tug Gavin’s arms down.
“Miles here, little genius that he is, called (Y/n) fat, and this walking dishwasher,” Gavin nods towards Connor, “told (Y/n) not to take it personal, that it’s just fact, even if exaggerated.” Gavin growls, finally taking a cup from Hank.
“Connor.” Hank drags his hand down his face. “I don’t understand, should I have not said anything?” Connor’s LED flashes blue.
“Yes!” Gavin snaps. “You could’ve said nothing!” He snarls.
Connor’s brow furrows, his LED shifting from blue to yellow to red, before back to blue.
“Did I upset (Y/n)?” He asks, looking to Hank.
“Nooooo.” Gavin bitterly says. “What gave you that idea?” He asks, bearing his fangs.
“Connor, there’s things you don’t say, even if they’re fact.” Hank sighs, rubbing his temples. “Telling an omega they’re fat, especially when they’re pregnant, that’s a huge no-no.” He elaborates.
Connor’s LED flashes blue, spinning in quicker circles. Connor’s eyes widen. “…I upset (Y/n). I should apologize.” He murmurs, before turning around.
“Oh no you don’t.” Gavin’s hand wraps around Connor’s shoulder yanking him back hard. “You’ve done enough.” He growls.
“Hank, take Miles to the reptile exhibit. I’m gonna get (Y/n).” Gavin says, ruffling Miles’ hair.
“But Papa!” Miles whines.
“Don’t worry champ, I’m coming right back with Daddy, and then we’re gonna go see the elephants.” Gavin says excitedly.
“You promise?” Miles holds out his pinky.
“Of course.” Gavin kisses his forehead, wrapping his pinky around Miles’.
“Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on him.” Hank says, putting a hand on Miles’ head. “So little man, why don’t you tell me all about the animals here?” Hank says as he walks towards the reptiles, Connor sheepishly tagging along.
“Fuck me…” Gavin mutters taking a sip of his coffee. He goes to the concessions stand buying a few churros, before heading to the bathrooms.
“He likes sweets, should help him calm down.” Gavin thinks to himself.
“(Y/n)?” Gavin asks as he enters the family bathroom.
“(Y/n)—“ Gavin’s voice catches when he hears a sniffle.
He can smell your scent, heavy and sour with ache. He walks over to the room you’re in.
“(Y/n).” He says gently, knocking on the door.
“I’m fine, Gavin.” You manage to get out through the tears.
“No, no you’re not.” He answers. “Why don’t you let your alpha in?” He asks gently.
“I’m fine.” You say again, before your voice cracks.
“Baby…” Gavin’s forehead rests against the door, “please let me in?” He pleads.
He waits, weighing if he should coax you out with his scent, but the door unlocks.
He walks in, gently closing the door behind himself. He can feel his chest caving in.
Seeing you sat on the bench, head in your hands, a few tissues already littered on the ground.
He walks over, placing the churros down on the bench next to you.
“Sweetie…” Gavin says, wrapping his arms around you, forcing your face into the crook of his neck.
“I’m so big, Gavin.” You sniffle, pushing him away, or at least trying to.
“God, why are you with me? Do you still even want me like this?” You cry, fists gently hitting his chest.
Your tears scald Gavin’s skin as they fall.
“I’m disgusting.” You whine.
“No.” Gavin says sternly, lifting your head up with a finger under your chin.
“You’re not disgusting. You’re my loving, wonderful, handsome, beautiful omega. Growing another life inside of him.” Gavin kisses each of your bleary eyes.
“But look at me!“ You gesture to your whole body.
”I am looking at you, sweetie.” Gavin cups your cheek, hand following even as you try to pull away.
“I love you, regardless of how you look. I love you when you’re big like this, and when you’re not.” He says with fire behind his eyes.
He leans in to hold you close, you don’t push him away.
“You’re just saying that.” You half laugh-half sob, rubbing your cheek against his.
Gavin’s scent of peppercorn and leather wrap around you like a veil.
You nuzzle into him further, kissing his neck right above his scent gland.
“C’mon, babe.” Gavin pleads. “Scent me back.” He kisses your cheek again, before his thumb gently drags across wiping your tears.
“You really want people to know you’re mine?” You ask, eyes downcast.
“Yes. I’m proud to be yours.” He says softly. “If anything, you’re out of my league.” He chortles.
“I don’t know how I managed to bag such a nice, caring, man.” He murmurs.
“By being yourself.” You cup his cheek.
“That doesn’t exactly get me much friends.” He admits.
“Maybe not, but it gets you good friends.” You whisper.
You press a chaste kiss to Gavin’s lips, before rubbing your cheek against his, scenting him in your lilac and sugar aroma.
“And I mean it got you me.” You say puffing your chest out. “And I have great taste, so.” You wipe your eyes of the last tears.
“Oh?” Gavin raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?” He asks.
“Look at my choice in alpha.” You whisper.
Gavin’s eyes widen, before crinkling in the corners.
“You’re too good to me.” He molds his lips against yours.
“No such thing.” You giggle.
Gavin sighs dreamily, moving his hands to your stomach.
“I still can’t believe we’re doing this again.” He says kissing the swell of your stomach.
“I’m excited, I can’t wait to see if I’ll be a girl dad now.”
He stands grabbing the churros, and sitting down next to you.
“Our kids are so lucky to have a sire like you.” You lean into Gavin’s side, hands going over his.
“They’re lucky to have a father like you.” He rests his cheek against the crown of your head.
“Oh.” Gavin says perking up. “Here.” He says giving you the churros.
“I shouldn’t…I’m gonna get even bigger.” You laugh softly.
“You should. You deserve it. Besides, I’m sure our baby and my baby, could use a little sweetness in him right about now.”
Gavin’s hand rubs small soothing circles into your sides.
“I don’t know…” Your hand twitches, the sugar and cinnamon covered fried dough calls out to you.
“Mmm, eat one for me, baby?” Gavin asks.
“That’s cheating, Gav’.” You whine taking one from the baggie he’s holding.
“Don’t care.” Gavin laughs, taking one of the churros. “Gotta make sure you’re taken care of. Gotta make sure my omega stays strong and healthy, especially while he’s carrying out baby.”
Gavin groans as the sugar blooms across his tongue.
“That’s good.” You chirp, scent blooming back to its usual sweetness.
“God I can see why you love these.” Gavin eats another, sucking his fingers clean of the cinnamon-sugar mix.
“It’s my favorite thing about the zoo.” You giggle. “Or second favorite thing, I guess.” You shrug your shoulders.
“What’s your first favorite thing?” Gavin asks.
“Spending time with you and Miles.” You boop Gavin’s nose.
“You’re my favorite thing.” Gavin rubs his nose against yours.
“You think you’re good to go back?” He asks.
“Yeah.” You exhale softly. “We should get back to Miles and them, it wouldn’t be courteous to leave them with him for longer than we already have.” You say wincing as you stand up.
“Let’s get back to our boy.” Gavin stands, putting an arm around your shoulder as you both leave.
You and Gavin hold hands as you approach them in the reptile exhibit.
You smile watching as Hank parades Miles around.
Your son standing on Hank’s shoes as he takes giant steps.
Miles’ nose twitches, his head whips around to find you and Gavin.
“Daddy!” He shouts giddy, running towards you.
You kneel down, arms stretched wide.
“Oof.” You playfully groan, letting Gavin help you up.
“I missed you.” Miles nuzzles into your neck, his small chubby arms looping around your neck.
“M’sorry.” He whispers. “I didn mean it Daddy.” He adds, arms tightening. “You’re little.” He says softly.
Your eyes get misty, you take a shaky breath.
“It’s okay, buddy.” You rub your cheek against his. “I know you didn’t mean it.” You kiss his cheek.
“(Y/n).” Connor draws closer. “I said something factual—“
Connor’s LED flashes red as Hank smacks him upside his head, “but it was hurtful. I shouldn’t have said that. I apologize.” He finishes, looking to Hank sheepishly, who only shakes his head exasperated.
You put a hand on Connor’s shoulder. “Thank you, Connor.” You smile softly. “I appreciate that.”
You pull away from Connor feeling Gavin’s scent starting to sharpen.
It mellows out as your hand returns to hold his.
“Since we’re all together again, Miles we owe you some elephants, don’t we?”
You tickle your son, laughing with him as he squeals.
“Yeah!” He manages to get out, before pushing your hand away.
“This way Daddy!” Miles says sprinting forward. “Miles, don’t run! Wait for us!” You call out after him but it’s too late.
“I’ll keep up with him (Y/n). You shouldn’t exert yourself so close to your delivery date.” Connor says already taking off after your energetic son.
“Thanks Connor!” You shout after him.
Gavin’s jaw ticks, his hands clenching before relaxing as he smooths his shirt.
You softly sigh, dragging your hands down your abdomen, gingerly caressing your bump.
“You good to keep going, baby?” Gavin leans down, rubbing his cheek against yours, scenting you.
“Yeah, hubby.” You put on a brave face.
Gavin huffs a laugh. “You’re such a terrible fuckin’ liar, (Y/n).”
He drags a hand down his face.
“Baby, if you’re uncomfortable you gotta say something.” He murmurs by your ear.
You giggle softly, pushing his head back, his warm breath leaving goose flesh.
“I’m gonna get you a wheelchair.” Gavin starts walking towards the help desk.
“No.” You pull him back.
“Gav’ listen, I’m fine.” You kiss him softly.
“Just a little tired. Nothing I can’t fix by sitting down for a bit and pacing myself.” You remind him.
Gavin growls, low and non-threatening.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Detective.” You drawl.
“You’re not makin’ this easy for me, sugar…” Gavin hangs his head, placing his hands on his hips.
“Yeah…well when you’re in my position we can see how easy you make it for me.” You cup his cheek, letting him kiss your palm.
Hank clears his throat.
“The fuck do you want—“
Gavin grunts as you step on his foot.
“What about you Hank? Are you good?” Gavin asks, vein in his forehead bulging.
Hank laughs, shaking his head.
“Peachy. Front-row seats to domestic bliss.” He responds.
Gavin takes two steps towards him before you pull him back and hug his arm.
“Honey, can I hold onto you while we catch up with Connor and Miles?” You bat your eyelashes.
“My back is so sore.” You groan, faking a sniffle.
Gavin’s heart swells, his earlier rage already gone.
“Yeah sweetheart anything for you.” He puffs his chest out, offering an arm immediately.
“C’mon Hank. We gotta catch up with my kid.” Gavin says.
He doesn’t respond, his small smile goes unseen as you all head towards the elephant enclosure.
You’re lost in the way Gavin’s muscles feel.
In pure omega bliss as his scent envelops you.
Safety in aces and spades, coiling around you.
You look up, meeting his eyes, when you feel Gavin stiffen.
You look over, hand over your mouth hiding the small smile.
Miles is holding onto Connor’s head, as he sits on his shoulders.
Connor’s hands wrap protectively around Miles’ calves making sure he’s properly anchored.
“Elephants can eat up to three hundred pounds of plants every day, Miles. That’s about one thousand bananas.” Connor states.
“Thas tew many banananas…” Miles makes a face.
“You dislike bananas I take it?” Connor asks, LED cycling blue.
“They’re gwoss.” Miles fake gags.
“What fruit do you like better?” Connor’s LED cycles blue once more.
“Pears! Peaches! Oranges!” Miles lists clapping his hands.
“Shhh, Gavin.” You whisper, nuzzling into his side.
“Miles is safe. Having one more person looking out for him isn’t bad.” You smile feel him relax.
“It doesn’t replace you either.” You kiss Gavin’s arm.
“He’ll meet many alphas. Uncles, aunts, cousins, family friends, etc. but he’ll always need his papa, his sire.” You say softly.
“I know.” Gavin responds quietly.
“It doesn’t make it any easier…I’ve always been like this…” Gavin murmurs.
“And I love you for it. And so does he. You just have to ease up a tiny bit.” You giggle.
Gavin sighs, arm tightening around your waist as you both approach.
“Ah (Y/n), Hank.” Connor turns, letting Miles move around so he doesn’t miss the elephants for even a second.
“Gavin.” Connor says sheepishly.
“Connor.” Gavin’s voice comes out clipped.
“I—“
“Thank you.” Gavin cuts him off.
“For keeping him safe. For staying with him.” He adds.
Connor’s LED cycles yellow.
Once.
Twice.
Before finally settling.
“No worries Gavin.” Connor’s voice is measured making sure his sincerity comes across.
Gavin tersely nods.
“You good up there, buddy?” He asks Miles.
“Papa!” Miles whips around, already trying to climb down.
Gavin smiles softly, coming over with his hands outstretched.
Miles climbs into Gavin’s arms immediately sitting on his shoulders.
“Papa—“ Miles strains, starting to tug in Gavin’s hair.
“Ow—Ow— Miles—“
“That way!” He whines, trying to pull him over closer to the guardrails.
“Miles you can’t pull on Papa’s hair like that.” You say sternly.
Miles gasps, eyes always watering.
You walk over, already wiping his tears.
“Baby, remember how much it hurt when your best friend pulled your hair?” You ask softly, kissing his forehead.
“Mmhmm.” Miles sniffles, nodding.
“Imagine how much it hurt papa when you pulled on his hair.” You say warmly.
Miles’ eyes widen, his voice hitches.
“Papa M’sorry…” Miles sniffles, rubbing his cheek against Gavin’s head, kissing his sire too.
“It’s okay miles, I know you didn’t mean it.” Gavin assures him. “Let’s get closer.”
You all approach the very edge, watching as the elephants graze.
“Oh my god look at that pair!” You whisper pointing to the family of elephants in the corner.
It’s a family of elephants. The sire looks roughed up. Ear slightly torn, face covered in scars. The other looks soft, well put together.
The rough one is soft and gentle with his mate, and their calf.
“That’s kinda like us.” Gavin snickers.
The rest of the zoo trip goes spectacularly.
You eat many of the sweets and savory foods they offer. You have to be the one to cut Gavin off from buying you another or you’d be even bigger.
By the time you’re all leaving, Miles is sleeping against your chest, face buried in your neck. Gavin has his arm around your waist, making sure you and his son are protected and scented.
Connor and Hank each hang back just a bit, making sure you and your family have your moment.
“Thank you for inviting us, (Y/n), Gavin.” Hank says as he gets into the car again.
“Don’t mention it Hank.” You chirp.
“Like actually don’t.” Gavin says. His voice breaks into a hiss as your hand makes contact with the back of his head.
╰› 〖 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 〗 : Josh gets handsy while you and the gang watch a cheesy horror flick
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ⇢ 【 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : You were his muse, or so he claimed.
𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐵𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒? ⇢ 【 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑎𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝐵𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑑 〗 : You find yourself in the strong, capable arms of Charlie Swan after you find out your best friend got married, had a baby, and looks completely different
𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ⇢ 【 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘/𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : The walls of your apartment were thin. Thin enough to hear Steve calling your name as he finishes
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝐶𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 〗 : Arthur always managed to get in trouble, and it was your job to take care of him when he did
𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : You never did like people touching what's yours
𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ⇢ 【 𝐺𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑆𝑒𝑥/𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎 〗 : You discover the perks of waking up next to Gavin Reed
𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑀𝑦 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑑 】
╰› 〖 𝐶𝑎𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : Rule #1 of merc life: Never screw your coworkers. Unfortunately, you were never good at following rules.
𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 ⇢ 【 𝐽𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑊𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑜𝑛 】
╰› 〖 𝑂𝑢𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑥 〗 : What kind of boyfriend would Josh be if he didn't keep you warm in the snow?
a little blurb as i ease back into writing, there’s probably lots of errors since i rushed this before i could forget the idea (i can’t waste my summer and my half finished drafts are piling up 😅)
also realised i have free will and so i can include any characters i want in these, not just ones from a specific “genre” hehehe
nsfw - mdni 18+
cw: noncon, dubcon, tickling kink
“no please, stop! i ca- hahahaha!”
your laughter rings out in the bedroom as you writhe under his grip, trying your best to escape the viciousness of your captor’s quick hands.
he invited you back to his place to watch a movie but before you could even get settled in, he had launched his attack - a tickle attack.
you spend what feels like hours trying to defend the vulnerable parts of your body against his viciousness: waist, neck, back, thighs, even your feet. nothing was off limits and it was slowly driving you crazy.
you kick out a weak leg, only meant to nudge at his stomach in hopes he would let you go and you could finally breathe, but you miscalculate and your foot lands further down than you anticipated, brushing against something decidedly stiffer than the rest of him.
he’s hard.
you blanche as you stop laughing immediately and you feel him go rigid as he realises that you’ve finally caught onto him.
“ok, this isn’t funny anymore. let me go - i wanna leave.”
you try to shove him off of you but he’s a brick wall facing off against a gust of wind - he’s not going to move and there’s nothing you can do but tremble underneath that piercing gaze of his.
you can feel yourself tearing up and the dramatic rise and fall of your chest with each stilted breath you take.
he moves slowly, like you’re a cornered mouse and he’s the well-fed house cat, able to afford taking his time with a shiny new plaything but unwilling to let you get too far.
cold hands clamp down onto your wrists and manoeuvre your arms above your head so you’re defenceless once again.
you blink and suddenly your shirt buttons are undone and his large hands start pawing at your chest. his nails dig into the delicate skin there and you wince, already seeing the start of a bruise blooming there.
he yanks down his pants unceremoniously, boxers too, and it’s almost instinctual the way you snap your head to the side and squeeze your eyes shut the moment his dick springs out and slaps against his lower stomach.
it’s uncomfortably silent as he flips up your skirt and wrestles open your legs, wasting no time to start rutting into the thin fabric of your panties.
you can’t help but notice that his hands have started to caress all the spots he tickled earlier and your cheeks heat up in shame as you find yourself getting impossibly wet at his actions.
he thrusts again and finds himself nudging against your clit now that you’re wet and he smirks to himself as if you’ve just proven him right - although in what you don’t know.
your underwear clings to your puffy lips and it’s as if you can feel him in all his entirety which drives you up the wall each time he gets oh so close to hitting your clit again but seemingly dodging it each time.
asshole.
his hot panting and your resistant whines fill the small room, the stickiness of your shared fluids resonating loudly in your ears - that, and the sound of your heart pounding so loudly you feel as though it might burst from your chest.
it goes on like this until he groans right in your ear, stilling right up against your clit as his cum spurts onto your panties and drips down your inner thighs. the heat of him against you pushes you off the edge, toes curling, cunt clamping around nothing and desperate shouts escaping you.
“so tickling really turns you on, huh?” his smirk is razor sharp and his tone light, playful even, as if he didn’t just violate you minutes earlier.
you want to shake your head ‘no’, scream and kick and punch him for what he’s done but before you can do any of that, his fingers lightly brush against your stomach and another gush of wetness seeps through your panties and you just know he felt it given how his dick twitched against your core.
seems like your body’s already spoken for you.
⚠️SIR NIGHTEYE⚠️, leon kennedy, peter parker, tony stark, kuroo tetsuro, sugawara koshi, osamu miya, kazuichi soda, hisoka morrow, shalnark, jayce, ekko, grunkle stan, isuku midoriya, mr compress, twice, denki kaminari, heiter, spike spiegel, viktor vektor, jackie wells, gavin reed, james t. kirk, satoru gojo, nathan prescott, johnny cage, bruce wayne (i don’t even think he particularly fits here i’m just obsessed with him rn)
a/n: can you tell watching that one sir nighteye scene all those years ago has deeply affected me…
