#reed answers

[rev-wrath]

As promised, here are some snippets of Knight and the Gotham Rogues. (This was written like a couple of weeks before. Before I got fixated on TUA and Eight. Eight/Devotion lives in my head rent-free, and I am biting them and shaking them like a rabid dog. Knight is in the background being weirded out by it.)

“Mister Cobblepot.” “Sorry about those idiots, alpha. I’ll make sure they’re properly dealt with.” “They didn’t do any harm, beta. And I’m here now, aren’t I?” “’s a shame that the prince ain’t here with you.” “You know how Bruce is.” You let out a faux laugh, careful to make sure that it sounded genuine enough. “Hates large crowds. Besides, he’s a little ill after a day out in the snow with the rest of the pack.” You took your hand back from the beta and offered him a grin. “And what kind of alpha would I be if I forced my dear omega to do what he didn’t want to do?”

~ ♥~

“If you had wanted an invite, I could have given one to you.” “In exchange for what? My greatest fear?” The soft humming- only audible due to your proximity to him- made you want to seriously tuck him closer against you and smother him in your scent. But that was hardly appropriate in this place and considering the rather strange ‘bond but not pack’ relationship you had with the omega. “Jonathan, really?” You felt a pair of hands grip onto your waist and forcibly tug you away from the citrus scented man. Instead, you were in the grip of the infamous Riddler. Tobacco, coffee, and narcissus wrapped around you. “You give gifts to friends.” The Scarecrow scoffed but didn’t protest as Eddie languidly draped himself onto you. His cheek rested against your shoulder. Without a second thought, you tangled your fingers through his ginger hair. No matter how much you looked at him, it was still… weird seeing the change in his appearance.

~ ♥~

A hand cupped your neck, protecting you from the Joker’s touch as Quinn was roughly shoved away from you. You relaxed instinctively, even though you couldn’t quite pinpoint who it was. All you knew was that your inner alpha didn’t protest at all to having this person’s palm against your glands. “Aw, Harv.” Quinn pouted as she fleeted by to the Joker’s side. “Being protective?” It clicked for you then. The familiar scent of agarwood, lemon, and cedar. The familiar warmth pressed against your back. The hand- although different in texture- cupping your skin with a fondness that was contradictorily gentle and rough.

As promised, here I am six hours later. (What a weird therapy circle)

Oz and Knight interaction! Bruce’s public omega status mention! I am interested to see who the idiots in question are, I’m assuming some elites?

Jonathan and Eddie! Tilting my head reading what’s going on with Jonathan, I’ll get context eventually. I love Eddie just going “I’m going here now” and here is just Knight. They are cuddling.

Harley! And Joker, boooo. This also implies that Harvey’s accident is happening in the upcoming chapter? Also Rogue meeting maybe? Or just one between Joker and Harley and Harvey? Knight taking a moment to recognize Harvey is also interesting to me. I would expect them to be able to pick up on it, maybe also a by-product of Harvey’s change?

[accidentalmistress]

You have no idea how down bad horrendous I am for you 😍🥰❤️🥺🥵

Oh my gosh, I'm really flattered!

I was actually feeling a bit down on myself today, and now I'm all blushy and kicking my feet like a goofball. Thanks, anon! I hope to continue making enjoyable snz content for you 😊

[rev-glut]

I have a request for the moon knight system x fem!reader

where the reader was secretly Jake’s lover and became a single mom to his baby boy and Steven/Marc gets surprised when reader folds them about the baby and Jake ?

Answering this now because it will be awhile before I write this. I’m currently only writing for Pride Month and general Spiderverse requests. However I will be writing this at some point, it’s an interesting prompt, it’ll just have to take a backseat to everything else.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Whumpee being given an aphrodisiac at a party, Caretaker being a big ol' green flag and realizing something is wrong with their friend/partner, and rather than taking advantage of how hard Whumpee is coming onto them- bringing them home to sleep it off. Leaving Whumper at the party feeling stupid for thinking that they'd get ANYWHERE with that shit.

this is one of the superior tropes. ever.

but since I’m such a sucker for enemies to lovers trope (in case it’s not obvious enough from like 90% of my posts), I was thinking “but what if caretaker is whumpee’s enemy too?” — not the one who drugged whumpee, of course, but what if whumpee and caretaker are enemies, and caretaker notices something off with whumpee and knows immediately that they were drugged.

obviously, it’s not caretaker’s problem that the idiot got themself drugged. but I mean… if caretaker just walks away now, then anybody could do whatever they want to caretaker’s own nemesis.

and that’s caretaker’s nemesis. can caretaker really stand the idea of someone else touching and hurting what is theirs?

oh screw it! before caretaker knows what they’re doing, they already have whumpee — their own archenemy — tucked safely and nicely in their (caretaker’s) own bed.

@bebx wrote a fic with this prompt, with enemies to lovers x aphrodisiac and all that :) you can read it here!

[alexandraisyes]

What would happen if you were a writer for TSAMS?

I mean we'll never know unless we try, however-

God the temptation to make jokes about shipping ajfsdkg;ljfasd;l

In all seriousness I'm good at finding and fixing plot holes and writing consistent storylines. I've been writing solo for years, and recently I've been co-writing fics for this fandom. And stars I'll say it now, obviously I wouldn't drag fan ships into the canon lore, that would be stupid considering most of them just wouldn't work with canon.

If I had the chance to write for TSAMS I would definitely try to influence the way certain things (specifically things like mental disorders) are portrayed, because I understand being part of the audience and the frustration of only seeing part of the story and missing an entire important perspective. I personally find so much enjoyment in that because I get to tear everything apart, dissect it, and put it back together so the fandom can understand what the story is portraying, but the fact that someone is required to tear it apart to get what should have been an obvious message most of the time is an issue, in my opinion.

A consistent problem I've noticed with TSAMS is that it's overly omnipotent on some things while being too closed about others. This is a narrative problem that stems from not having enough time to figure out the best approach for new situations they want to incorporate. This is because the writers/VAs are so bogged down by personal projects, stream schedules, their servers, life, etc that they just don't have time to figure these things out. Especially when the company is pushing for more content/lore episodes and they're just a team of four. Four very very busy individuals that have to write AND voice act the entire cast of characters. I feel like having someone who is just a writer would help with a lot of the inconsistency and unresolved plot holes.

There's a lot of strong potential for things that would stem back as far as two years that would be so interesting to see incorporated, but they just don't have the time to work through those and it's easier to keep jumping on new boats and abandoning the ones they have to sink because of unresolved tears in the plot letting more inconsistencies trickle in like so much water. So I would absolutely work to correct those and clean up the holes and resolve unanswered questions.

I'd also push for more consistent characterization, or rather better worded, deeper characterization. Not that they don't have good characterization now, overall I think they do a decent job, but there are just some things that I wish they'd touch on more. Likes, dislikes, disorders, complications, relationships, etc. What really makes up these characters; I'd probably end up with a complicated character web for the main cast at the very least to help with consistent storytelling. I do this with my own AUs to keep characters consistent, including quirks (For example Solar Flare always refers to people by their full name in my writing). It would also be interesting to dig deeper into what makes the characters them. Their personalities, beliefs, interests, morality/standards (for those without morals), and what they did and didn't find traumatic (as well as what level of trauma).

God even just the thought of how I could potentially fix the dumpster fire (/affectionate /positive) of TSAMS and co is a little exciting because there's just so much potential lying around untampered with that I would happily dig my grubby little claws into.

[saintsugu]

there is NO canon incest stepcest or inbreeding in jjk.

i know. that’s why i have to write about it.

[karlatakicker]

this is my type in men I fear. what has made me this way.

[completeoveranalysis]

[5]

OH MOKONA DIDN’T KNOW??

MOKONA DIDN'T KNOW AND THIS IS HOW SHE HAD TO FIND OUT???

I suppose that would be a hard talk to have. How do you even bring that up in conversation.

Who knew that Mokona screaming in concern for her loved ones was going to be such a big part of this climax?

And THIS is a side of Yuuko that’s so painful to see. The clear sadness as she clutches her robes tighter to herself, her existence already starting to fade away…?

The immediate emergency aside, I’m kind of LOVING the parallel existence this gives Yuuko and Sakura. Both of them as people who died but had their existence altered by a Reed, both of them becoming hyper powerful but separated from usual reality. No wonder Yuuko cared so openly for Sakura - not only because it was Sakura, but because Sakura had such a similar fate to herself. And, maybe, a connected existence that would only allow one of them to exist? 

Is there only one blank space in the universe for a being like them? Or is it the specifics of Lava Lamp's actions that drawing them together like magnets until one overwrites the other?

I'm not sure if she was technically a "clone" in the full sense of the word, but Yuuko was, in her own way, a failed attempt at creating someone else - so another type of failed clone, but a powerful one living her own life and maintaining her part of the universe. 

And how sad that Evil Wolverine clearly saw the process that created Yuuko and decided to copy it to shatter the universe, when her existence was to maintain it. How Evil Wolverine saw Yuuko and decided to forcefully create a new broken person who would force her out of existence. 

And despite it all, despite the fact that she knew it was coming, and made plans to help the people she wanted to, and obviously cared for Sakura deeply - despite all that, look how sad Yuuko is that it’s finally happening. 

[gogogodzilla]

Hi! Would you be able to write a smut oneshot for Gavin where's he's jealous :P

No One Else || Gavin Reed

Summary: Gavin gets jealous when he sees you talking to your coworker. You show him he has nothing to worry about

Warnings: told from Gavin's POV, reader works at Cyberlife, gendered pronouns for reader (she/her), afab reader, semi-public sex, Gavin gets bratty when he’s jealous, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall)

Note: This is self-indulgent but IDC!

{Masterlist}

Up until now, Gavin had been having a great day. He woke up next to the person he loved, the coffee at the precinct was halfway decent, and Tina had only slightly busted his balls for wanting to stop by the Cyberlife tower on their lunch break. 

They were nearby, he argued. 

It was true, their patrol had brought them close to the island that housed the Cyberlife tower. That didn’t stop the great Officer Chen from seeing through his lame excuse to see his lover. 

Bullshit, Tina shot back, looking over at him from the driver’s side. 

That was where things went wrong, of course. Tina dropped him off at the front with a grin. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door to the police cruiser behind him.

He got past the androids at reception relatively easily. They knew his face and his name long before he even started dating an employee there. 

He knew the way to her office like the back of his hand, and he mindlessly took it. He came up just a few feet short of the door when he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. 

His lover… his sweetheart was talking to someone very tall and very handsome. And they were standing very close together, hovering over a data pad.  Mr. Tall and Handsome was lean, and blonde. Everything Gavin wasn’t. 

He fought off the familiar wave of jealousy that rose like bile in the back of his throat as he leaned against the wall next to their office. He wanted to go over there and shove that dickhead away from her and scream at him to never come near his sweetheart ever again. 

But, he just watched them instead. 

The scumbag took notice of Gavin’s staring and leaned down to whisper something to his sweetheart. She straightened and turned to glance at Gavin over her shoulder, just for a moment, before shoving the data pad into the person’s chest. 

She whirled away to face Gavin, beaming as she made their way down the short hall. Her heels clicked as she walked, and Gavin crossed his arms.  

“What’re you doing here?” she asked as she led him into her office.

“Who were you talking to?” 

The question was making its way out before he could even process what he was saying, and he tried to act as if he was merely curious. His harsh tone gave him away though, and she scoffed. 

He hovered in the middle of her office as she clicked a few buttons on a panel next to the door and the glass windows became frosted. Once no one could see into her office, his sweetheart walked forward and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his lips. He didn’t hesitate to run a hand over her hips and tug her into him.

She ran a hand through his hair and pulled gently, which was nearly enough for him to forget his jealousy. 

He pulled away, ignoring the way his pants were tightening from just her kissing him. He removed himself from her grip and moved to sit down in the chair in front of their desk. 

“Who was that?” he repeated. 

She was quiet for a moment, and Gavin drummed his fingertips on his thigh. He was too much of a coward to look her in her eye when he got like this. 

“My coworker, Sam,” she replied calmly. “We’re working on a project together, and he wanted my input.”

Gavin rolled his eyes, “That’s not the only thing he wanted.”

She sat on the edge of her desk, situating herself neatly between his thighs. She hummed, “You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that right?”

She had a playful look on her face, and he knew he was being fucking ridiculous. But still…

“When someone who looks like that is basically spooning you, I’m going to ask questions,” he snapped, crossing his arms. 

His anger was a ruse… for the most part. A small part of him wanted her to convince him he had nothing to worry about. Even if he didn’t believe her. A larger part of him was thinking about the way her dress was hugging her figure just right. 

“Gavin,” she said softly as she leaned forward and ran her hands along his thighs. His resolve was crumbling, and his cock twitched in his pants. 

She called his name again, harsher this time. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her, and his breath hitched. 

“He’s just a coworker, nothing more,” she assured, her gaze stern, almost daring him to contradict her. 

“Did you know,” she began as she released his face, leaning forward and raking her hands up his thighs, “that these offices are soundproof.” 

He swallowed hard. “Really?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, undoing his belt. His cock was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans and she sure was taking her time to unbutton his pants and drag down his zipper. 

His breath quickened as she granted him mercy and released him from the tight confines of his uniform pants. She was otherworldly as she looked down at him and finally touched him, sultry and completely in control. He could’ve come just from her gaze alone. 

Her tongue darted out and wetted her lips, and he instinctively bucked his hips. She slowly pumped her hand, a devilish grin plastered on her face.

“Eager, aren’t we?” she teased, raising a brow. 

“Fuck off—”

His retort was cut off by her running a thumb over his sensitive head, spreading the precum that had begun to drip out. He let out a shaky whine. He gripped the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were turning white, and all he could focus on was her hands on him. 

She stroked him faster, squeezing him slightly and adding a twist of her wrist that had him letting out raspy moans. She leaned forward and clutched the back of the chair to steady herself. She kissed him fervently, and he groaned against her lips. 

Gavin threw his head back as she kissed and nipped his neck, no doubt leaving several hickies in her wake. He jutted his hips up to meet her heavenly strokes. God, he hadn’t even been here 15 minutes and he was already a moaning mess under her. He screwed his eyes shut, lost in the sensation of her, her, her…

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m— ah, I’m close—” 

Then, she stopped, and Gavin practically whimpered as she pulled away. He could hear her moving things around on her desk, but he kept his eyes shut, attempting to control his breathing. 

She cooed his name, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at her. She was sitting back in front of him, legs spread and holding a small ball of fabric in her hands. His cock jumped against his abdomen when he realized that it was her underwear. 

“Well? Are you going to fuck me or what?” 

He’d never bolted out of a chair so fast in his life. His lips were on hers, and he was pushing her back against the hard expanse of her desk within moments, trailing his hands over her curves. He reached down and slid his cock through her folds, groaning at how slick she was against him. 

She reached up and tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck hard enough to rip his lips from hers. 

“Stop teasing,” she warned through gritted teeth before targeting the sensitive skin near the column of his throat. She always loved marking him up. A groan vibrated in his throat as she nipped wherever she could. 

He ran his cock through her folds once more before he pushed himself inside of her. They moaned in unison as he slid into her inch by inch until their hips were flush against one another. 

She felt heavenly against him, squeezing him just right. The plush skin of her thigh sunk beneath his fingertips as he grabbed her and started to rock his hips. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, breathy moans pushing past her lips. 

“Louder, sweetheart,” he muttered as he picked up his pace. “Let this whole goddamn office hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

She listened and leaned back to look him in the eyes as he fucked her. He hoped Sam could hear them from down the hall, even if it was unlikely. The thought filled him with smug satisfaction as he thrust harder into her. He was going to make sure she knew she was his. 

He reached down a hand and rubbed harsh circles against her clit, and she clenched against him, nearly pushing him over the edge. 

He had his hands resting on either side of her, giving him enough leverage to fuck her properly. She gripped onto his bicep, whining out, “Fuck— Gav, don’t stop— I’m so close!”

Her thighs clamp against his sides, trapping him, as she threw her head back and came with a strangled cry. She squeezed him as her release washed over her causing his thrusts to falter and become sloppy. 

He gripped her hips as he jutted into her as he came hard, filling her just how she liked. He sat sheathed inside of her for a moment while they both caught their breaths. 

He pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling out, relishing the way his cum flowed out of her. He gathered his release and pushed it back inside of her, eliciting a whine from his sweetheart as she clenched around his finger. 

He leans down and kisses her again, softer this time. She cups his face and brings him closer. It was the quiet moments after completely ruining her that he enjoyed the most. 

The buzzing of his phone in his back pocket caused him to pull away with a sigh. “That’s probably Tina,” he murmured against her lips. 

“Shame,” she grinned, and he pulled away and started making himself presentable. 

She stood on wobbly legs and pressed something against his chest. Gavin flushed when he grabbed it and felt the familiar lace of her underwear. He shoved them in his pocket, ignoring the inappropriate thoughts that were flooding his mind. “I’ll see you later tonight. Let me know if Tina gives you shit about the hickies,” she chuckled as she sat down at her desk. 

His cheeks were burning as he left Cyberlife tower, but he didn’t mind.

[wof-inbox]

to Clay, how many dragons do you think you could bearhug at once, live testing could be helpful

“Sorry Sora… I couldn’t get you in the hug..” -Clay

[rev-wrath]

I've seen a piece of fanart about the in-universe Gothamite's guide to ships Bruce is part of and it got me thinking about that with the albatross duo (who are looped together cause have u seen them interacting with each other. like they'd ever break off their bond). The average Gothamite discusses the duo's potential/speculative third on at least a bi-weekly basis cause there's literal no other gossip in the god-forsaken city-

I think the most popular person that they're shipped with is Harvey- both pre & post Two-Face. Older Gothamites remember seeing the three of 'em running about the city when they were all pups and younger ones saw pictures and tabloid articles about Harvey and Bruce and R. Post Two-Face tho... it's childhood friends + doomed lovers and just tragedy all around so it's still a popular ship I think.

Some other ships include- one with that Metropolitan Journalist, Clark Kent- who's the only one to have gotten an interview with both their pathetic lil mew mew Bruce Wayne and his knight R, at the same time. And the fact that he left the grounds of R's mansion wearing very different clothes from when he first came to the city really didn't help. (Batman needed help from Superman for a thing, and one event led to another and ruined all of Clark's clothes. It was only by pure chance that R had spare clothes in the man's size in the storage.)

Another one is with Batman, the city's Dark Knight. Now, R and the Bat think they're being subtle but everyone knows they chase each other across the city's roofs. Some people speculate that R's being unfaithful to Bruce but that's like a minority opinion (Alfred laughs at that when he unwittingly comes across those kinds of posts).

Post JL formation though, the duo- as they're the main investors for the League ofc- would get shipped with. So. Many. Of. The. Heroes. Superman? Yeah, everyone's seen the way he carried Bruce Wayne out of a building princess-carry style. And the way he caught R whilst they were falling from a high place. Wonderwoman? She curls around protectively around the both of them during press conferences. The Green Lantern? The Flash (Barry and R have a laugh at that)? They all play into it tho. Maybe there is an underlying attraction there somewhere or maybe they're focusing the attention (of being many superheroes' 'weaknesses') on R + Bruce bc they can protect themselves.

Post Damian introduction tho, I feel like Talia would become more and more of a popular candidate for their third. She does linger around Bruce and R often, and later on it would be more of a public knowledge that Talia is Damian's birth mother so they all speculate that the three of them were in a secret courtship when Bruce and R were both out of the city.

The kids all have their favourite candidates and they make their picks known on Twitter.

(Did u know I had this ask in my mind last night and I wrote in my notes tell myself to send it to you in the morning bc I know that our short timeframe together is around that time)

I love all of this.

Everyone not involved has a stake in it. R gets dragged into YouTube compilation with Bruce. “The Prince and Knight of Gotham being the IT COUPLE for 6 minutes”. Then it expands into “A Deep Dive into Gotham’s It Couple” which then continues into who they’re potentially dating or hooked up with up. There’s a casual comment from the commentator about how they wouldn’t mind being a third.

The kids hang it over each other’s head anytime something happens. Jason would vote Diana but thinks she’s too good for Bruce so he’s with Damian in the Triple Parent team. Dick is with Clark and always has been. As a bit they do also say Batman isn’t any good for their parents, knowing that Batman is literally one of their parents.

[accidentalmistress]

Whats the most times you've sneezed in a row

I don't actually remember, tbh. Though I do know that when I sneeze in multiples (like the double I have at the beginning of that 'quiet sneezes' wav I posted earlier), the best I've done is a quadruple. That's only happened a couple of times, though. The most I ever sneeze in a row naturally is twice, since I occasionally have a natural double sneeze. I've never had natural fits, sadly. As far as chhinkni fits go, I don't really keep track. I have ADHD and lose count of things really easily. I'm gonna guess that I may have gotten upwards of 20 on very rare occasions? Wish I had a more definitive answer for you!

[sunshiline-writes]

27!!! With!!! Xavier!!!

27. "Breathe.. Breathe.. look at the stars kid." ___ Xavier never wanted to be a parent or anything close to it. But he held the bundle of skin and bones close to his chest, gently carding a hand through red curls as the boy sobbed. It had rained earlier, they got caught in it. Jesse couldn't handle rain anymore. Not since his mother died. The boy curled over, taking heaving breathes that rattled his ribcage. Xavier could feel it. He sat down, taking Jesse with him and held him tight. "Shhh.." he whispered into red curls. "Shh,, breathe.. breathe.. can you look at the stars kid?" Slowly he relaxed his hold enough for the kid to crane his neck back to look at the sky. The clouds had cleared and there was a breeze. The sobs quieted slightly. "There we go kid. There we go. You're good. You're okay." Jesse sniffled, leaning his head back into Xaviers chest. The twelve year old was getting ridiculous with the whole not being wet thing. But still, Xavier held him. One day.. Jesse would have to learn to deal with this on his own. __ Thanks for the ask!!

[vroomian]

Hey, just a random thought. Did Luci ever saw YRZ in his Vixxen persona? Like, he gets around to pretty high class places and parties. They are bound meet one another at some point.

He has!! But Luci strikes me as…. Not Very Aware, so the first dozen times he meets Vixxen at fancy parties on the arms of some goetia or other, he doesn’t realize who that Vixxen is Yrz. He’s just like this sinner is oddly personable and familiar with me but never crosses over into objectionable behavior so. Whatever I guess. Yrz doesn’t realize that Luci doesn’t realize, because he just assumes that Luci is also in social working mode at these parties. Of course he’d be more distant!

(Lilith probably knows and thinks it’s cute that her husband is so oblivious)

Then at one party Yrz is like so when do you want me to watch Charlie again? Cause Luci genreraly likes to get away with Lilith for their anniversary for a week or so and Yrz needs to schedule it.

Luci:

Luci: YRZ??????

And then Yrz is confused and Luci is confused and Lilith is secretly laughing at both of them.

[sunwarmed-ash]

I love you, friend! 💕

A couple of my headcanons for your amusement:

1) Connor likes to spend his free time playing video games (esp. farming sims) because they trigger the Mission Successful reward system in his brain

2) Gavin has quite the collection of fantasy dildos 😈

first off i love BOTH OF THESE. Very canon to me imo, I wrote the second one first, I hope you enjoy!

*NSFW warning*

Secret Box

This thing, between the three of them, that started small and innocently enough, turned into something so much bigger, stronger, and honestly sexier than any of them initially intended. So much so they closed on a three bedroom house last week and Hank, Sumo, Connor, and Gavin are moving in together. 

But moving is also greuling, at least to the two humans who complained about aches and pains every free moment they could. It's why Connor offered to bring everything in in the first place. Connor would not get tired. He was specifically designed for advanced stamina. But Hank and Gavin were two of the most prideful and stubborn men Connor has ever met. 

It took them a while to agree, but after Hank’s back popped in a way that was more bad than good, he threw the white flag and thanked Connor for his help before going to pass out on the couch. 

Gavin lasted a little longer, but once he and Connor carried their king sized mattress up two flights of stairs, he threw the flag too.  

There aren't too many more boxes, under half a dozen, and most of them headed for the same floor. He should be done and ready to lay down with his exhausted humans in about 15 minutes. 

Connor moves another large wardrobe box containing some of Hank’s old suits exposing a time faded blue, 15x15x10 box that he doesn't remember packing on the truck. Or seeing before honestly. 

Written all across the slightly yellowing cardboard is handwriting that matches Gavin’s, the words, 

DO NOT OPEN UNLESS YOU ARE GAVIN

I MEAN IT DICKHEADS

MY STUFF, HANDS OFF! *

Over almost every surface. 

A padlock opened in Connors vision and a prompt to 

Open the box? 

Had him biting into his lip so hard it bled, in strain to do the right thing. 

Because, well it's not his stuff. It’s very obviously Gavin’s. But whatever is in there, it's obvious he wants to keep it a secret. Under plenty of warfare in fact. 

What's the phrase Hank always says to him, curiosity killed the cat? 

Well, Connor isn't a cat, he’s an android. But he’s also not an idiot. He won’t open it down here, in plain view of everything and everyone. He will take it upstairs, into their shared master bedroom and open it there. 

~

Connor hasn't felt a choice impact him this strongly since he deviated. It's weird. It's just a box, he shouldn't be afraid of the damn thing. But it wasn't necessarily the box that was scary. It was the potential of everything that could be in there. 

What could be in there that Gavin didn't want Hank and him to see?

Maybe it was something super rare. Like the world's only albino guinea pig. 

Or maybe Gavin’s a master jewel thief and it's full of diamonds… 

Or maybe Gavin’s a deranged maniac who keeps his victims severed heads in a box!

Or worse….

What if its an embarassing snapshot of Connor from the DPD Christmas party?!??!

His fans whirring in his obvious anxiety attack has him shaking his head and clearing all of the ridiculous thoughts he just had. It’s just a box. And he knows Gavin better than he knows most people in the world after nearly 2 years. 

But once he opens the lid of the long traveled box, he instantly wished he hadn’t. 

Mostly, because in that moment, someone had come into the room behind him, exposing his crime. And even worse, that person was Gavin. 

“Hey! What are you doing!”

“I'm sorry!!” Connor panics, slapping the lid back onto the box so hard its sides folded under his force. He didn't even get a chance to look at everything inside, he was too scared of Gavin’s much deserved, wrath. 

“Ey, easy!! Those aren't cheap you know!” Gavin says, genuine worry in his tone and Connor’s hands pulls off the box and steps back. 

Hank and Sumo are on Gavin’s heels, barging sleepily into the room to add to his humiliation. 

“What’s- oh shit. Ha! I see you found Gavin’s collection.”

Connor and Gavin’s cheeks boths flushed in embarrassment.

“Hank!” Gavin scolds at the same time Connor asks, 

“What are they?”

“What do you mean what are they? They’re fucking dildos” Gavin says hotly, temperature matching the blood boiling under his cheeks. 

Connor looks at the box with the busted lid again, though he doesn't need to. He has the video feed already saved, he can bring up every inch of his first glimpse in high graphic detail. 

“But, they don’t, look like our other ones,” Connor says carefully, reading Gavins stress levels and adjusting his particular phrasing. 

“Cuz they’re not modeled after human dicks,” Gavin says again, and Connor thinks about the one on top. The one that didn't look like a dick at all. More like a tongue, easily as long as Hank’s cock but curved and shaped drastically different. 

“And that feels good?” there wasn't any judgment in Connor’s voice, just genuine curiosity. He thinks that's what really gives him the upper hand and reduces some of Gavin’s stress. 

“It feels phcking incredible. All of them do.”

“Some of those are big Gavin.”

“I’m well aware.”

Connor’s eyes glazed over, imagining Hank using any of them on Gavin, or vice versa. It was enough motivation for Connor to then ask, with the biggest, softest eyes he can, if he can fuck Gavin with one. 

~

Gavin’s knees shake as he struggles to take the ninth irregularly bulging inch, but he begged for it deeper, his cock still stiff and spitting fluid all down the shaft.

“Phck,” he can’t keep the pant back as much as he wants to. It hurts, but in the way he loves, and the fact that Hank and Connor are both so obviously getting off to it only adds to it. 

“You’re doing so good Gavin,” Hank praises, and Gavin feels more fluid fall off the tip of his cock onto their mattress below. He felt like he was about to lose his mind, so he’s glad at least it looks more polished than he feels. 

“Con, don’t stop, please.” 

Connor’s hand squeezes his hip before twisting the bulging dildo in his ass. 

The pleasure that rocketed through Gavin’s body at that particular action knocks out his knees and Gavin is barely holding his face off the mattress by his elbows. “Oh my god.”

“It’s actually Connor, but I appreciate the compliment,” the robot sasses and if Gavin wasn’t so desprate for an orgasm, he might have shot something back. Instead he shuddered, and pulled his tired legs back to their original position. It lined one of the bumps of the dildo up with his prostate and Gavin was putty in Connor’s hands. 

“Are you gonna cum?” Hank asks, sitting on the bed beside him, running his warm hand across Gavin's face to get the sweat out of his eyes. 

Gavin nods in Hank’s hand, and then Connor’s thrusts becomes relentless. It doesn't take much at all, and then Gavin is screaming through a painfully strong orgasm. 

~

AN: I'm sorry for the minor crack, but I just had to with the spongebob reference. It really wrote itself. You can blame Daddy Clancy for the melding of fandoms in my brain. 

As for the sex toys, use your imagination or alt the links I got the inspo from 1. 2.

* do I have a box just like this? Wouldn't you like to know weather boy.

[mjrtaurus]

Reed was one of the first to figure out that Crocodile was trans years before he disclosed that information to her. Transgenderism and gender fluidity are accepted much easier among fishmen and merfolk because several of them have the ability to switch their sex in accordance with the fish they're based on. You'd be hard-pressed to find a clown fish, wrasse, or grouper who isn't trans.

Fishmen find the whole transphobia/genderfluidphobia thing to be extremely weird and alarming, but then again they also find the idea of humans being locked into their birth assigned gender and needing to seek professional help that’s closed off behind a steep paywall in order to change it to also be extremely weird and alarming.

When she learned, she didn’t say anything about it, because what was there to say? He was who he was, it was just that simple. If he felt the need to tell her, then that was whenever he was ready to.

She had heard- through the anti-human propaganda circulating through the Fish-Man District, unfortunately- that humans were willing to kill their own kind in order to deny everyone the right to change. And- just as unfortunately- she had learned that there were some humans that were indeed like that.

But some is nowhere close to all.

Suspiciously enough, though, the majority of the humans who held such horrific beliefs came from the same upper crust group that made a habit of enslaving and fetishizing her people under the claim of “divine right”.