Content Warnings: Vasectomy kink (aka the opposite of breeding kink), unprotected PIV, vague detective work (don’t worry about it), destruction of important documents?
A/N: It has been a while since I wrote one of these! Big thanks to @veryprairieberry for sparking the idea and for patience while I pondered it for a very long time. Also, thanks to @burntheedges for the beta and assuring me I was not crazy lol. All my vasectomy kinks are marked with “✂️” and linked on my new Vasectomy Kink Masterlist!
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“Think,” Tim admonishes himself, staring at the board filled with crime scene photographs and bits of evidence. “What are we missing?”
“We’ve been staring at it for days.” You pull at your neck, trying to relieve the tension, a habit you likely picked up from your partner. Sharing an office with someone will do that. You sigh and sit down at your desk, leafing through pages of witness testimony you’ve gone over a hundred times already. “Maybe we should call it a night. Look again in the morning?”
A knock at the door interrupts you. “Excuse me, detectives, the medical records you requested arrived. Thought I’d drop them off on my way out.” A lackey from the records office holds out a manilla envelope in Tim’s direction.
“Thanks,” Tim stands up from the chair he had been straddling and takes the envelope. He pulls out the stack of papers and begins to scan them one by one.
“I don’t know what you expect to find in there.” Your frustration over this case has made you pessimistic.
“You never know,” Tim mumbles under his breath as he continues reading page after page. You go back to your testimony, looking for anything you could have missed. Apparently, you’re not done for the evening.
“Got it!” Tim exclaims making his way over to you and dropping the stack of papers on top of your desk with a thud.
You read the top page. “He had a vasectomy?”
“He had a vasectomy,” Tim repeats back to you. “Five years ago. He isn’t the father.”
“You don’t know that. Vasectomies fail.” It’s compelling, but not the slam dunk Tim seems to think.
“No, they don’t, not if…” He shuffles through the papers some more. “There,” he points to a test result a few pages later, “he gave a follow up sample and no sperm was detected. The chance of a vasectomy failing after that point is basically zero. Men just say that to get out of having it done.”
“How do you know so much about vasectomies?”
“Well, I had one.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, long time ago,” he says distractedly as he makes his way back to the board of evidence, rearranging things in light of this new discovery. He picks up his mug of, what has to be by now, very cold coffee and takes a sip.
You, on the other hand, are frozen at your desk. Tim had a vasectomy? Tim is shooting blanks?
This information is eliciting a strong reaction in your body.
It’s swooping through your gut.
It’s making your palms sweat and your skin prickle.
It’s…
Rage.
Burning rage floods your system, heating your skin and making your heart pound.
“You had a vasectomy?” you ask him again, trying to keep your tone even.
“Yeah, are you… angry?” Tim turns to face you, looking confused. Maybe your voice wasn’t as neutral as you hoped.
“I’ll be asking the questions, Detective Rockford.” You push back from your desk and stand up slowly. You take a deep breath in and exhale through your nose, keeping your voice deadly calm, as if you’re interrogating a suspect. His forehead creases in confusion, but he waits for you to speak. “When did you have it done?”
“Twelve years ago now, I guess.”
“Why?”
“I decided kids weren’t something I was interested in, seemed like the right thing to do.”
“I see,” you pace across the room, tapping your finger to your lips, rage still simmering below the surface of your skin.
His eyes follow you as you go.
“You made this decision on your own?”
“Well, yeah. I wasn’t in a relationship at the time. I don’t und….” You hold up a finger to silence him mid-sentence.
“You found the doctor, scheduled it, all of that?”
“Of course.”
“So, you are telling me…” You turn to face him as he takes another sip of his coffee, “that I could have had you bare these past six months?”
Tim chokes.
When he finally stops coughing, he wipes his hand across his mouth. “Is that why you’re upset?”
“Yes! We’ve been using condoms when we didn’t need to!”
“There are other reasons to wear a condom.”
“Do I need to be worried about any of those reasons with you?”
“Well, no.”
“You don’t need to be worried about them with me either.”
“I never thought I did.”
“You’re so fucking responsible.” The words come out angry, but there’s a new heat growing in your core. Responsibility is fucking hot.
“I’m… sorry?” Tim apologizes as you make your way to the office door and lock it.
“You should be sorry.” You stalk towards him until you’re close enough to grab him by the holsters. You watch as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. You pull yourself flush with his front, noting the bulge pressing against your thigh.
“How can I make it up to you?” he rasps.
“Fuck me on your desk, Detective. Bare.”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re angry,” he growls, pulling you into a searing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth as you both scramble with belts, buttons, and clasps. You’ve come to love the taste of bitter coffee and Chinese takeout on Tim’s tongue. Tastes you will forever associate with him as it’s never been very long since he’s had either.
Your clothes come off quickly in between frantic kisses, but you stop him as he moves to remove his shirt and holsters. “Don’t… I need something to hold on to.”
“Fuck, baby, when you say things like that…” his fingers dig into your bare hips as you set your ass at the edge of the desk and lean back on your elbows, opening yourself up for him with a smirk.
Tim’s cock bobs eagerly in front of you, framed by his open shirt. He takes it in his hand, stroking slowly up and down the thick length.
Pages of documents crinkle underneath you, but you can’t care. Right now, all that matters is the beautiful man looking down at you with lust blown eyes.
“I want your cock, Tim. Now.”
He steps into the space between your open legs, cock in hand, and guides the tip through your wet pussy. You both groan as he nudges at your clit and drags back through your folds.
“So wet,” he whispers, reverently. He repeats his path several times, coating his cock in your slick before notching the head at your entrance. “You sure you don’t want my fingers first?”
You vehemently shake your head and bite your lip as you look down between your legs. He nudges at your entrance gently and you whimper.
“I know baby, I know,” he soothes you, and probably himself, from how completely wrecked he looks – slack jawed and panting. With a guttural groan, he breaches your entrance.
You both watch as his bare length disappears into your wet heat.
“Oh god, fuck,” your eyes roll back in your head as he enters you slowly, stretching your sensitive pussy around his cock, working his way in inch by inch. You feel the thick ridge of his head drag along your walls as your body gives way. Without any barrier between you, the sensation is divine.
“Fuck, baby,” Tim breathes as he bottoms out inside you. “I need a second. You feel so good.” He closes his eyes, overcome with the feeling of you. His hands flex against your bare thighs as he takes deep, centering breaths.
After a few moments, he opens his eyes, locking his gaze with yours and, slowly, starts to move.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you whine with each slow thrust and drag of his cock. Sex with Tim has been good, great even, but this… this is heaven. You glance down to watch his clock slide in and out of you. The sight of him veiny and glistening is almost too much to bear. Your pussy begins to flutter.
Tim leans over you, pressing your knees into your chest. “Fuck, you’re amazing. So wet and hot and tight. It’s been…. oh god… so long…”
The new angle hits just right and you can feel your orgasm building.
“Yes, just like that,” you throw your head back. “Fuck, your cock feels good.”
Tim licks his thumb and finds your clit between your bodies, speeding up your impending release.
“Are you going to come on my cock, baby?”
“Oh god, yes, please,” you beg, feeling the telltale pressure deep in your core.
“You have to be quiet for me,” he rumbles under his breath. You’re not new to sneaking around at work, but until now you had saved the fucking for outside the office. “Look at us,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts.
You look down and gasp at the sight of his thick cock entering your pussy. The last of your control snaps and you’re pulsing around him as you try not to scream his name and announce your relationship to the entire precinct.
When you come back to yourself, Tim is still slowly dragging himself through your sensitive walls, nostrils flared, clearly fighting to delay his own release.
Aftershocks zing through your body and you clench around him.
He hisses and pauses, “Baby, if you squeeze me like that, I’m going to come.”
You smile to yourself as he picks up his rhythm again, then squeeze as he pulls most of the way out.
He gasps and pulls out the rest of the way, pressing a kiss to your knee and laughing, “You have to stop that.”
“What if I don’t want to stop that?” You reach between your legs with one arm and grab his holster, pulling him to you for a sloppy kiss. “I want you to come. Fill me up, Detective.”
Tim practically growls as he lines himself back up with your entrance and slides in fast and deep. You bring your other hand up to grab the holster on the other side, balancing on your ass and holding on for dear life as he thrusts into you. His strong arms cage you in and support you as he pants into your neck.
“You feel so good, what was I thinking not fucking you bare this whole time? Oh god… oh fuck…” he stutters as he empties himself inside you.
You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck and his scruff as he catches his breath.
“Who would have thought… responsible Detective Rockford fucking in his office.”
Tim chuckles into your shoulder. “Can’t be responsible all the time.”
You smile and pull his lips to yours for a soft kiss. “Let’s get out of here.” You peel your ass off the papers on the desk and turn to survey the crinkled mess you’ve left behind. “That’s going to be a problem.”
Tim wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your shoulder, “Eh, I’ll just spill some coffee on it, no one will know the difference.”
You laugh, “Tim Rockford, you are just full of surprises.”
I couldn’t fall asleep last night so I started flipping through an album on my phone of gifs and whatnot that make me smile. And I came across this:
Do you remember making that? It still makes me smile 😊
I had totally forgotten about it 😂. Occasionally I can be entertaining, I guess.
I’m slowly pushing away the mental reading block that’s risen over the last few months and I can’t wait to dive into your fics again!
I remember reading your first vasectomy kink fic and it was like watching a new branch grow on my personal kink tree - “wtf where did you come from okay I guess you’re a thing now let’s go”
Here are all my Vasectomy Kink fics in one place! If you're not familiar, Vasectomy Kink is the opposite of breeding kink. It is getting turned on by the idea that you CAN'T get pregnant. If you find you have a new kink after reading these, CONGRATULATIONS! Welcome to the Vasectomy Kink Club!
Zero - Marcus Pike
Jackpot - Frankie Morales
Risk and Risky - Dave York
Laminated - Dieter Bravo
Evidence - Tim Rockford
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I can’t wait for Harry Castillo to join your vasectomy kink list! ✂️
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I haven’t worked out the details yet, but that’s where he’s going! ✂️✂️✂️
As for my summer…
5 weeks down, 6 to go…
Why do I forget summer is like this??? My kids are older now, so it should be easier. But it’s not. Just different. This week has been particularly challenging as it has been one million degrees outside and everything feels impossible when it’s hot. I’m trying to focus on fun stuff coming up to stay sane. It’s fine lol
Thanks for tagging me @secretelephanttattoo and @burntheedges! I am excited for all those things 😍
Tim Rockford Vasectomy Kink is ready to post tomorrow!! I found a little snippet (😉) to share with you....
Your clothes come off quickly in between frantic kisses, but you stop him as he moves to remove his shirt and holsters. “Don’t… I need something to hold on to.”
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It's Sunday, you say? Well, I didn't have a WIP on Wednesday but today I do! I'm going to further break the rules by giving you the first line of this WIP because I don't want to give anything away:
“Think,” Tim admonishes himself, staring at the board filled with crime scene photographs and bits of evidence. “What are we missing?”
Tim Rockford ✂️ coming (😏) this Thursday!
Thanks @veryprairieberry for the inspiration and for everyone who has been showing my vasectomy kink masterlist the love!
Content Warnings: Vasectomy kink (aka the opposite of breeding kink), oral (F receiving), PIV, vibrator
A/N: I am as surprised as you are that out of the many fic ideas floating around inside my brain, Dieter is the one that organized his way out first! All of my vasectomy kink fics are marked with “✂️“ in my Masterlist. If you would like to join the Vasectomy Kink Club sign up for my Taglist! The link is in my bio and on my Masterlist. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!
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“Do you want to have sex with me?” Dieter leans over the table where you’re working. His large hands grip the edge.
“We’ve been over this, Dieter,” you reply without looking up from your laptop.
“I know,” he hangs his head and scuffs the toe of his slipper against the hotel carpet. “Just thought you might change your mind.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Dunno,” Dieter shuffles about sadly.
“There are lots of other women, and men, on this set. I bet one of them will have sex with you.”
“Nope.” He drops down to his elbows, resting his chin in his hands. “Asked them all.”
“Well doesn’t that make me feel special.” You roll your eyes and finally glance over at him. He looks like his usual disastrous self. But somehow a ratty bathrobe and holey t-shirt suits him.
“Come on sweet cheeks, you know I asked you first.” He winks. Damn him.
It’s true. He had asked you first. You hate that you had felt a jolt of excitement when he approached you that first day but getting involved with one of the actors was never a good idea. So you declined and watched as he seemed to approach anyone with a pulse. He’s a mess, but it still surprises you that no one said yes. Did they look at him?
You shrug and keep working, unwilling to meet his puppy dog eyes.
“Oh! Oh! I know!” Dieter exclaims suddenly. He digs in the pockets of his pajama pants and pulls out a cloth wallet stuffed with bits of paper and cash and held closed by a Velcro tab. He rips it open and the contents explode across the table.
“Wow, thanks for the mess, Dieter,” you brush some crumpled 100 dollar bills off your keyboard.
“Wait, look,” he unfolds a piece of paper and lays it in front of you.
“Your STI results?” you ask, looking down the list of tests marked negative.
“I’m clean, see?” He sounds so proud.
“This is from before filming started.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Even so, it’s not the problem. I’m sorry Dieter.” You hand him back the folded paper, then shove the rest of the mess in his direction. What looks like a laminated business card catches your attention. Amongst the scraps of paper and wads of money, it has been kept pristine.
“What’s this?” You hold up the card.
“The results of my vasectomy,” he answers as he dejectedly re-stuffs his wallet.
You look down at the card in surprise. Sure enough, it appears to be a portion of a lab printout. His name, the real one, at the top, followed by a date ten years ago and 0.0000 sperm per mL detected. Laminated.
“Is this real?”
“Of course. I would never lie about that.”
You believe him.
Dieter Bravo may be a lot of things, but in your experience, he is honest to a fault. Heat begins to stir in your belly. You swallow thickly.
“You should have led with this.”
Dieter looks up at you surprised.
“Does that… Do you…” he stutters, his brown eyes wide with hope.
This is probably an incredibly stupid decision. You will probably regret it. But at least that regret will be short-lived and not require any medical intervention. Dieter is a complete disaster, but in a really endearing way that has gotten under your skin this past month. Fuck it.
“Yes, Dieter, I want to have sex with you.”
“Amazing,” he replies as a huge smile lights up his face and crinkles his eyes.
- - - - - - - - - -
Dieter follows you into your hotel room. As soon as the door clicks closed behind him, he has you pushed up against it, devouring your mouth. He tastes surprisingly minty and fresh. You melt against his plush lips and whimper needily as he explores your mouth with his tongue.
His warm hands glide up your sides and tilt your jaw up to give him access to your neck. As his lips trail downward, you gather the courage to say the thing that has really been making you hesitate.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” you start.
“I’ll still wear a condom, if that’s what you want.”
“It’s not that. I trust you. I want you bare.”
“Fuck yes,” Dieter growls as he grinds into your body and nips at your collar bone. His loose, baggy pants do very little to hide his erection. You briefly lose your train of thought as he licks his way across the swell of your breasts.
“I can’t cum without a vibrator,” you blurt out.
“Ok,” he replies moving back to taste your mouth again.
You pull back, “What do you mean, ok?”
“If that’s what you need, then ok.”
“But…”
“But what, sweet cheeks?” He looks deep into your eyes as he traces your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. His open and earnest expression unwinds your doubts a little bit more.
“That’s not the response I usually get,” you admit quietly.
Dieter exhales through his nose and regards you seriously. “Fuck those guys. I’ll do whatever you need to make it good for you.”
And he does.
He eats you out like a man starved. Grabbing handfuls off your ass and hips while he devours you with his mouth. His glorious tongue circles your clit with warm, firm strokes. It isn’t enough, but it feels so good that you just give yourself over to the sensation. You roll your hips into him and tug on his messy curls making him hum his approval against your center.
There’s no judgement or disappointment from him as he kisses up your stomach, not having made you come. His whiskers tickle against your skin as he attends to each of your breasts before meeting your lips once again.
You feel the fat tip of his cock nudging against your entrance and you open for him, drawing him in with your heels on his non-existent backside.
You both sigh in relief when he is fully sheathed inside you. It’s been too long. For both of you.
He feels so good dragging against your walls while he circles your clit with his thumb. You meet each thrust of his hips with your own and savor every moan that escapes his pouty lips.
Dieter’s breathing intensifies and he pulls out. “Fuck you feel so good… I don’t want to come yet.”
He reaches for your clit suction vibrator and turns it on before handing it to you. “Show me, sweet cheeks.”
He settles on his heels between your legs, stroking his cock, as you touch the vibrator to your swollen clit. You immediately arch off the bed with a gasp. He has gotten you so aroused that you are most of the way there.
You close your eyes as your walls begin to flutter and tightness builds low in your abdomen. The deep rumble of Dieter’s voice telling you how beautiful you are, how hot it is to watch you, how he wants to see you come spurs you on. You feel your orgasm approaching when Dieter surprises you by sliding back into your channel and sending you careening over the edge.
You clench around him and cry out as Dieter strokes deep and hard, syncing with the pulses of your pussy and drawing out your orgasm. You toss your vibrator to the side and he replaces it with the heel of his hand, grinding down into your clit. You spasm against his hand and dig your fingers into his broad shoulders as he finds his own release with a groan.
Dieter slips out of you and pulls you into his side. It doesn’t surprise you at all to find that he’s a cuddler.
“That was amazing,” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Mmhmm,” you agree nuzzling deeper into his side.
“You know what sounds really good right now?” he asks, drawing lazy circles on your skin.
fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (if you feel like it, no pressure.) spread the self-love
I have gotten this from several people because I have taken so long to answer, oops! So I'm doing 2 fic recs in a category for each. My category for you is my 2 favorite vasectomy kink one-shots... this is really hard (that's what she said)
Risk and Risky - I'm cheating my own rules already because this is a 2 parter lol. I have to put it on the list though because it was my first Dave and he really came alive for me in this (make the dirty joke, Maggie, I'm counting on you)
Evidence - Tim Rockford's entry is my latest and I just think it's so fun!
