#mlqc gavin fanfic

[yourssinfullyquiche]

Morning

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 SMUT SMUT SMUT— This is an NSFW drabble Hope you enjoy~

The voice he uses when he wakes me. Husky and low. Sometimes it’s due to tiredness, lack of sleep, and work. Other times—most of the time, it’s the knowledge that my body tingles with goosebumps when I hear it close to the shell of my ear.

“Morning…,” he exhales softly against my ear that it tickles. The rough layers reverberate through me, fluttering around in my lower belly. The breath I take in is quick to calm my beating heart yet it is futile when his hand languidly traces the band of my panties over my cream nightgown. The hem has ridden up to my thigh and this does not go unnoticed by officer Gavin’s keen eyes. 

My voice comes out lazily. “Mmm morning.” The band stretches and smacks lightly on my hips as his fingers play with it. I bite the inside of my mouth, guide his naughty hand to my soaking pussy that awaits his fingers and the moan that escapes me is immediate when his fingers slip in and come into contact with the bud of nerves. 

It’s aching when one finger slips in, followed by another. They move without hesitation, those nimble fingers. My toes curl inwards, soft moans of his name escape my lips. Then I feel it, his hardened cock grinding against me, the quivering sighs teasing my ear knowing full well how it shoots sparks straight to my core, that it only serves to make me more hot and wet. 

My body’s on fire and it coils further and further into a tight knot desperately waiting for the inevitable snap that would release me into oblivion. “Almost there,” he whispers as he adds another finger. His lips rest on my temple leaving a few kisses. The couple of moans I let out are the only response he gets. His fingers are unrelenting in their mission, slamming in and out, teasing the bud of nerves—the friction as he rolls his cock to my ass makes me see stars. 

“Ga-gavin...” In my fogged out brains the squelching sounds register—it’s erotic and like a moth drawn to a flame my body responds to it, making me moan louder. The way I am right now—naked, vulnerable, an incoherent mess and on the verge of falling apart, it’s only for his eyes. I aimlessly find something to grip as I near the breaking point, the bedsheet is my victim but it slips away easily. Almost instantly, Gavin’s idle hand envelopes mine, our fingers fill the spaces between. 

“Thank y-ahhhh!” I grip onto his hand as I reach the blinding crest and feel my whole body tremble with overwhelming relief and satisfaction. It takes moments for my body to come down from the high, moments where I’m breathing hard, where Gavin licks his fingers clean, showers me with kisses everywhere he lays his lips on, runs his fingers through my hair with praises from his lips.

I turn to face him, meet his lips in a deep kiss. My hand travels to the obvious bulge, I don’t need to see to know what the dampness means. He shudders with a groan, eyes darting to mine and away from them in a second, hand on my hips bunching the fabric of my nightgown. And of course a red hue dusts his skin, ears in its wonted heavy colour. 

“It’s your turn,” I say softly. He puts his hand over mine, shaking his head. “It’s okay. You have to get ready for work,” he pats my bottom prompting me to leave the bed. Leave him alone as he takes care of himself. Who’s he fooling?

I push his hand away, look into his whiskey eyes that are clearly dilated and hungry and decide I won’t let him deny me the bliss I feel when I satiate his needs. I grip his clothed cock a little harshly and look directly at him when he moans. 

“You want me?”

He starts and swallows, blushes deeper and then nods, dark whiskey eyes never leaving mine. “Answer me,” I move to his jaw and pepper it with kisses. 

“Yes,” Gavin says, his voice tight. 

The kiss is hard and sloppy as my hand slips into his boxer and hold his aching cock.

“Then let me take care of you…”

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A/N: Thank you for reading❤️

It's been far too long people. I've been busy with college, exams, results and the aftermath of being plunged into "the world." I just graduated and am in the midst of finding a job. It's tough and I've been adjusting to this new normal. So, I haven't had the mood to sit down and let my writing juices flow. But I'm working on something and this is part 1 of a smut series.

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[jessyurahara]

MLQC- Public Affection

Kiro

The word shy seemed to be missing from Kiro’s vocabulary. He was full of love for you and he never seemed to be ashamed of when to show it, rarely stopping to consider your own emotions or embarrassment. 

If anything, you were the one who started to feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of attention afforded to you by Kiro, it was difficult not to be. You would rarely get a moments peace from the constant affection he wished to show you. He constantly wanted to hold onto some part of you. 

There were some days you wished he would just give you one day with a modest, by his standards, amount of affection, so you could feel just a little bit less suffocated. You had grown so accustomed to his constant displays of love, that without him there, you felt isolated. After that experience you learned to appreciate his presence, when he would swoop you up in his arms like there was no one else in the world apart from the both of you. 

Lucien

Lucien really seems to depend on his mood and location. Somedays he wants to hold you close and kiss your forehead without consideration for the rest of the world, and then on other days, his focus lays elsewhere and it slips his mind. He’s responsible enough to understand that there is always a Time and a place for these things, and that didm’t really bother you. 

When it comes to public displays of affection, Lucien would find himself often in a more nonchalant mood about it all, he would slip an arm around your shoulder while you’d be standing around having a casual conversation with your colleagues, and sometimes you would find yourself embarrassed by these interactions. 

His efforts of maintaining a cool composure in front of you were somewhat discarded, he was no longer the cool guy, that wasn’t to say he didn’t try and carry himself like that at times, but he didn’t deny himself the simple pleasures of your relationships; like kissing you under the glistening sunset or holding your hand as you strolled through the moonlit streets. He knew better than anyone that life was precious, and that all too soon, you could lose the person you cared for the most, he didn’t want his lack of attention towards you to be a regret in his life. 

Gavin

Gavin is driven by his want to be close to you, if he feels the desire to touch you, whether in a warm embrace or a kiss on the lips, he never tries to hide those feelings from you. It’s difficult now he has you trapped with him for him to even grasp the idea of suppressing his affections towards you. At first you weren’t even sure if you enjoyed the amount of eyes you would feel travel in your direction from the amount of affection he shows you, but eventually you grew to enjoy the attention from him. 

Gavin keeps you close at all times, a hand around your hip while you walk together, a kiss to your head, a kiss on the lips, it’s all too sweet for you. 

Eventually Gavin just started pulling you away from ever watching gazes of those around, pulling you into a hallway, round the side of a building, into a shaded alley, though this often leaves you looking strange to onlookers in some circumstances it also leaves you looking like two mischievous children about to pull a prank. It didn’t seem to bother Gavin though. He needs his daily doses of affection, and he’ll do anything to get it from you. 

Victor

Victor wasn’t so much one for PDA, not because he didn’t love you, but it wasn’t something he particularly viewed as the most professional behaviour he could exhibit in his role. Most of the time he dealt with people on a business only level, so he communication outside of business anyway for those in his personal life could often leave a lot to be desired, but you were willing to accept that about him, because he’s still the man whom you fell in love with. 

It took a while for Victor to warm up to the idea that the both of you were legitimately together, it wasn’t even that he didn’t understand the intricacies of being in a relationship but instead it was more the ideals he’d held so long about being the picture of professionalism. He’s unlikely to initiate anything beyond the bare minimum hands holding with yourself unless he is told to, but would certainly not push you away from him if you were to try something, in fact away from being alone he prefers it, it lets him know you want him close to you. 

You could hold his hand, or even kiss him in public and he wouldn’t be embarrassed by it, he just assumes you know far more about the ins and outs of relationships far more than he does, so he simply allows you to take the lead. 

Back to MLQC Headcannons

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[lazarusrisingx]

okay the oneshot actually turned into the first chapter of yandere!dawnbreaker! zayne im not gonna lie (im drunk and i get really into weiting like this, sue me)

its also 9 google doc pages long on size 11 font so idk if ill need to post the chapter in mulriple parts pr not but hold on yall im posting it!!

i had to delete the beginning of it because im qay better at writing when im drunk and yall do NOT deserve rhe dog shit i wrote as the oneshot LMAO.

[oceanlipgloss]

DEADBEAT

GAVIN.

+ no warnings.

Frightful, maybe. Monster? Perhaps.

But how can it be, when he who once was a living legend of terror in her mind became the gentle guardian of her heart?

No, he was once deadbeat, but truly so beautifully human. Warm in the flesh, soft in the heart; as for her, he could rip the world apart and bring down the stars.

+ MASTERLIST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[darealkatastrophe]

This Account is both SFW and NSFW.

*WARNING MINORS DNI, READING 18+ MATERIALS AT THIS AGE WILL CAUSE ISSUES LATER ON IN LIFE. I'M NOT AN PROFESSIONAL, HOWEVER I DID SOME RESEARCH, YOU MAY ALSO DO RESEARCH YOURSELF. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!*

● I write about random things that come in head about the characters I like. I always like to learn new things. These headcanons could be both NSFW and SFW, read at your own risk. That way you can't say I didn't warn you.

● Writing does take time, so does editing meme videos especially if you're me for sure. Some take longer then I'd like to, but better later than never at all.

●I post something like this before but I wrote like 3 things after that which is interesting for me anyways, some still in drafts.

♡ Hope you have a Good Night/ Good Day ♡

[tetrakys]

Only now I see the tiny spoiler of the fanfic and is so hilarious neither Erika nor Lance can catch a break😂😂😂

By the way, I am curious about one thing. Of all the otome games you have played, can you do a ranking of all your favorite crushes?

We players/readers are all a little masochists after all 🫠

A ranking of the crushes of ALL the games I've ever played?? That’s a lot! I can mention maybe only the ones I remember because I've played a tons of japanese otome in the years and I will never remember everyone 😅. And we're talking about the crushes specifically, right? Meaning their looks and personality not the route/story. It's a bit too complicated to assign a number to rank each of them so I'm dividing them between: love, really like, okay, meh, dislike (in no particular order, just by game).

Love ❤️😍

Ashkore - Eldarya (I KNOW I know he doesn't have a route ok but he should’ve had one and I'm deluded when it comes to him so he stays here as he should 😤 )

Valkyon - Eldarya

Castiel - MCL

Armin - MCL

Lysander - MCL

Victor - MLQC

Neil - Moonlight Lovers

Ethan - Moonlight Lovers

Aaron - Moonlight Lovers

Really like 🥰

Nevra - Eldarya

Kentin - MCL

Nathaniel - MCL (mostly thanks to UL, because in HSL he often pissed me off)

Gavin - MLQC

Arthur - Ikevamp

Jean- Ikevamp

Okay 🙂

Ezarel - Eldarya

Leiftan - Eldarya (I have complicated feelings for this guy)

Rayan - My Candy Love

Beliath - Moonlight Lovers

Vladimir - Moonlight Lovers

Kiro - MLQC

Lucien - MLQC (I have the same complicated feelings for him as I have for Leif)

Napoleon - Ikevamp

Mozart - Ikevamp

Meh 😐

Mathieu - Eldarya

Hyun - MCL

Eric - MCL

Priya - MCL

Dislike 💀

Ivan - Moonlight Lovers

Raphael - Moonlight Lovers

*I'm only considering the real version of the crushes from most of TO when it comes to Eldarya (except for Mathieu obviously).

**I am pretty sure that Theo and Faust from Ikevamp would go into the 'really like' category at the very least if I played their routes, which hopefully I will eventually.

[yourssinfullyquiche]

Night

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 Another installment in the 4 part Gavin (s.e.x) series. Yes, I was supposed to do Afternoon and Evening first but I'm still writing Afternoon and Evening has yet to be written. So...let's just skip to Night, shall we?

This is an NSFW work, and it's also a little angsty. I had to. I was desperate for angst TW: Unprotected sex, and...nothing else. I'm so bad at this

I come out of the bathroom, fresh as a dewdrop and see Gavin against the headboard of the bed, clothed in his tee and shorts, reading papers with his glasses on. It’s never used often, those glasses. Kept in a black zipped case, it remains on the bedside table ready for use when he wants to. Rather, when he has a splitting headache after reading too much too closely. Though, there are times when he adorns those golden spectacles for the surprised glint in my eyes that leads to heat spreading to my cheeks which results in me tugging my bottom lip with my teeth. 

I have an inkling of why it’s there today because the second I emerge from my shower, his eyes meet mine immediately in a gaze that tells me he’s not OK. It’s the kind where his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Behind that gaze is the lethargy of his recent mission that ended after a month, a sadness of which he has experienced that he’s yet to tell me. He looks like he’s about to cry driven by fear of loss. Ringed with dark circles, the reports he ought to be reading are abandoned with an unfocused mind. 

I stride towards Gavin, with a resolve of eliminating the feelings which feed into that look. He puts the papers aside and the spectacles on it, arms at his side to welcome my presence on his body. I don’t even bother changing into my pyjamas, only removing my bathrobe and tossing it onto the chair, knowing that his clothes would be strewn all over the floor. Clad only in my delicates, my legs straddle his hips. He cups my behind and pushes me up, securing me comfortably above him, levelled to his face. My hair falls encasing us in a curtain of floral vanilla scent—a secret reprieve, only the two of us share.

Our hands fiddle with our clothes—mine are gone in no time, my fingers move on to his shorts, pull it down in one go and throw it haphazardly. He’s bare and chuckling when he looks at me. “Don’t worry, the other half of my body won’t dare run away.” 

The delivery of that line should have me laughing but his voice is as empty as a hollow tree, something he tries to mask with cheekiness but fails. Though it twinges within, I don��t point it out. Instead I reciprocate with the intended cadence and smack his chest lightly, “I’ll be sure to use that line when you tear my clothes in shreds.”

He purposely averts his eyes all innocently with a satisfied smile on his face. The back of my fingers absentmindedly runs over his cheek as he tucks the spilling locks of my hair to one side. “What’s on your mind?” I ask. 

There, it’s that look again. That look in his eyes tells me he’s so afraid. He breathes heavily and pulls me closer into his warm embrace, protectively cradling the back of my head. I wait for his shaky breaths to dwindle and answer though I know it won’t come as easily. I look back at him to see his eyes glisten wistfully and then he says, “I’m so happy that you’re here with me.”

My face twists first into confusion and then understanding. I don’t pry further because that one line tells me everything I need to know. A smile forms on my face as I cup his cheeks. “There’s no place I will be than in your arms, my love.” 

The smile he gives me is loving and grateful as he brings me into his embrace once more. There’s a small lump forming in my throat, but I swallow it. There will be no tears for now, not when he needs my strength—and it comes full force as my fingers ghost over the deep lines on his body

All sizes with pains that ache my heart. I dance over the fresh gash across his sternum like they’re hot coals burning my fingers. Yes, it burns. It burns my entire being, makes my blood boil that he has to put himself through countless horrors—yes it is not deep, but the marking remains sufficiently angry to leave a scar crossing both his pecs. 

My thoughts halt when he looks at me with a pensive gaze. I remind myself that anger is not what I need now as well. I’ll not let him have the chance to comfort me, not when he’s clearly in need of some love. So, before he utters anything, I kiss lips, one he gladly sinks into. Desperate and breathless it becomes and it makes me float, taking away my mind that would eventually travel down the path of bitter horrifying stories it conjures. 

I caress his cheek with the back of my knuckles. Kiss all over his face. He chuckles as I flutter my eyelashes across his skin. I look into his eyes, tired but always exuding gentle love that sends a rush of warmth through my body. 

No words leave my lips, it only moves to join his again. Our kisses are unhurried and languid, a sweet dance. We save exploring each other’s bodies for another day, for today we yearn only for the warmth such nakedness provides. I raise and sink slowly down his cock. The chorus of sounds leave our lips at the pleasure of fullness we both feel, feeling so close to one another, the warmth that one can only feel when they’re skin to skin. 

One of his hands stays resting on my bottom and the other sneaks up to hold my nape, mine finds its way to the soft strands of his hair, and they stay put for anchor. I feel him engorged and pulsing in me. The burn of my core, the stickiness my legs feel and the incredible need to rise and slam hard into his body. I ignore all the impulse, instead we rock our bodies to a slow rhythm. Moving together and savouring the deliberate thrusts. 

Gavin’s lips caress my neck until they land at the corner of mine. “You feel so good,” he whispers against my lips, choking my sighs once more in a reverent kiss. Tonight, I let my lips take away his grief, my body take away his pain. Perhaps after, words will be shared once more, dead in the twilight wrapped around in sheets heated by the warmth of our bodies. 

The waves of pleasure crests within us yet we never hasten. I feel the usual jolt in my tummy, one look at him tells me we’re both about to fall over the cliff. “Together,” I tell him and he’s about to pull away when I stop him, clamping down. “I want it inside.” He stills, eyes wide as he stares at me for a few seconds. The question is clear. Are you sure? 

Softly he asks to confirm his thoughts, “Is that what you want or are you doing this because you think I want it?” 

I yearn, and perhaps I am doing this for him. But I don’t care. I know he’s the man I want to spend all my nights with wrapped in our sheets, the only one whose golden eyes I ache to meet when I wake. Somehow I know he needs that as well. To be so close to one another until the air we breathe diminishes. 

“I want it…,” breathlessly it dispels from my lips. 

I look at him and his eyes are glassy and dark to a deep shade of bourbon as he kisses my forehead. 

“Then come with me,” says Gavin.

We’re in one tight embrace as our bodies rock once more—a little faster, and within a few seconds we come undone in a gentle rush. I have no plans to move, to feel the emptiness that will instantly wash over—he doesn’t either when his hands stay tight around me. I feel the warmth of the duvet around my skin as we kiss goodnight and say I love yous before we drift to a slumber. 

-

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️ Updates will be quite slow since I'm working now. I had this piece in the drafts as I wrote it immediately after Morning. I waited so long only because I wanted to post it by order but the Afternoon piece is taking longer than expected. It's really out of my comfort zone, so writing it has been a slow process. To those of you reading, I appreciate your patience~

Credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚

© YOURSSINFULLYQUICHE2023 — no part of this writing shall be plagiarised, translated or reposted in any way. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Taglist: @playheej@purple-cat-demon@rinharu-purple (if you want to join my taglist, please visit my blog and click the link available on my pinned post)

[otonymous]

Happy Birthday, Gavin! 🌪🎊

On the 29th day of July, we celebrate the birthday of the sweetest Birdcop known to Otome-kind: the one and only Gavin Bai! Of course, I had to do it with a curated reading list LOL 🥳💕✨

Hope y'all enjoy the reads! Much love to you all! - XOXO 💖

(nb. the link to my Pa*treon account can be found on my Pinned Post)

Fics/Drabbles:

Proof Of Life: Gavin x Reader (NSFW)

Roughhoused: Gavin x Reader (NSFW)

Saved: Gavin x MC (Drabble)

The Way We Were: Gavin x Reader (NSFW, Kinktober entry)

Eyes On You: Gavin x Reader (NSFW)

Kiss The Rain: Gavin x Reader (NSFW, charity commission)

One Stormy Night: Gavin x Shaw x Reader (NSFW)

Remembrance: Gavin x Reader (NSFW)

Fever Dreams: Gavin x Reader (NSFW)

Homecoming: Gavin x Reader (NSFW; read it on Pa*treon)

All Of You: Gavin x Reader (NSFW; read it on Pa*treon)

My Flying Girlfriend (multi-chapter AU fic, eventual NSFW; read it on Pa*treon)

The Look Of Love: Gavin x Reader (NSFW; read it on Pa*treon)

Headcanons:

Fast Times At Loveland High: Gavin's Firsts (NSFW)

MLQC AU Headcanon: If the Boys Were Cast in a Historical Drama

The ABCs of Gavin (NSFW)

Live-Action Cast of MLQC

A Round Peg in a Square Hole: How the Boys Feel About Pegging (NSFW)

In the Warmth of His Embrace: How Hugs From the Boys Would Feel Like

Director's Cut: Porn Flick Titles Feat. The Boys (Slightly NSFW)

Incognito Mode Commence - Porn Preferences Of The Boys (NSFW)

Pillow Fights With The Boys (Incorrect MLQC Quotes)

Come Up To My Room: How The Boys Seduce You (NSFW)

Sexxxting In Public (NSFW)

It's The End Of The World: How The Boys Would React To You Choosing Another Partner

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World: The Guys As Fathers

Make It Bounce: The Boys & Their A$$ets (NSFW)

Call Me Daddy (Twitter Thread HC)

A Softer Touch: The Boys In Lingerie (NSFW; collab with @meowlayn-art)

Lemme See You Sweat: The Boys' Favourite Ways To Train

Dance For Me: The Boys Giving Lap Dances (NSFW; read it on Pa*treon)

Kiss Me: How Kisses With The Boys Would Feel Like (NSFW; read it on Pa*treon)

Fingers Or Tongue: Who's Got Game? (NSFW; read it on Pa*treon)

Love Letters:

The Blood-Stained Letter/A Letter From Gavin (charity commission)

On A Mission (NSFW)

[ginkgomoon]

Gavin- King of my Heart

Happy blog birthday @cheri-translates! Here’s your present!! Hope you enjoy. 💙 🎉

You honestly don’t know why you were so terrified of chess.

Was it because it was the fear of losing? Or the fear of being humiliated? You would question yourself every time a chessboard appeared in your foresight.

Still, you took out the chessboard that had been casted away in the sad corner of your storage closet and wipe the box clean, sneezing from the minuscule dust particles escaping in the process.

“There are two opposing sides- black and white. White always makes the first move. How you win the game is by checkmating the opponent’s King.”

You lay the board flat on the coffee table in the living room then pour the pieces out, catching them before they roll off the edge. You make sure that everything was in the right order according to the guidebook as you check back and forth for each piece, hazily reciting the rules to yourself as you go. You adjust them carefully so that the pieces were all were staying perfectly aligned in their corresponding squares- white emulating black.

You knew Gavin had spare time during the weekends and so you used this opportunity to offer a game of chess. Surprisingly, he had never touched a chessboard in his life, but you guess it didn’t really matter since Gavin was used to thinking critically and strategically similar to his interactive simulation missions at STF. And of course, Gavin being the amazing man you love, is a quick learner and you have no doubt that he will perform well for a beginner.

“It’s not all about winning or losing, so don’t be so conflicted with the end result. You’re always a winner to me.”

Cookies that you baked beforehand- check. You had made sure not to make it overly sweet with the chocolate and sugar. Your pu’er tea accompanied by a matching Jupiter teapot and Moon teacups- check. You had bought them last week with Gavin and this would be the first time he’ll see it being used. Chessboard, good natural lighting from outside, comfy cushions to contribute to the cosiness and grounding sensation from sitting on the floor- all check. Yourself- check. Gavin... not check- yet.

You glance at the clock, noticing that it had just turned 1:59pm. Gavin should be here in exactly a minute.

You do a final sweep of the room, sighing from the satisfaction of the view being easy on the eyes for once. You know Gavin wouldn't mind the mess, but since you had the time to prepare and clean up beforehand, of course you took up the opportunity to do so and save you from the embarrassment afterwards.

The sound of the doorbell finally rings from outside, echoing through the walls of your home and heart. You feel your adrenaline pick up and dash towards the door to open for the person waiting behind, ready to let him in. Without having to say anything beforehand, you pulled him straight into a tight hug, with your head buried between his neck and shoulder.

Gavin- check, you remind yourself and smile. Nothing is missing.

“Hey,” he murmurs, hugging you right back. He then laughs, his voice sounding through the halls of the apartment complex. “I’m not even halfway through the door.”

You hug him tighter. You feel Gavin secretly smiling as he follows suit.

Being the first to let go, you finally lead him to the assortments of your hard work after he shuts the door behind him.

Gavin obediently sits down across from you on the carpet at white’s side of the board as you hand him the biggest cookie from the cookie platter. You watch him consume everything without hesitation, smiling at the remaining crumbs.

“Chocolate chip cookie made especially for you. Not too sweet this time, I promise. Should I have added chilli to this? Apparently the combination exists.”

“If that’s something you want to try making, sure.” He simultaneously chews while he smiles, his eyes fixating on you after you sit directly across from him.

You then pour the tea equally into the Moon cups and place one in front of him, making sure he could clearly recognise the cups- though not like he could ever forget.

“What do you think?” you exclaim.

He replies immediately with a cough. “It’s cute.”

You help yourself to your own cookie, letting the chocolate bits melt on your tongue. You smile too at tasting something edible that is of your own making, finally something that you and Gavin could eat safely without risking to add it to the long list of one of the “dark cuisine” foods.

“So about today, you said you wanted to teach me Chess?” he asks. You nod vigorously, a spark of happiness coming from within that you are the one now teaching Gavin instead of how it normally was the other way around.

“This piece is the King. It can only move one space at a time.” You point to the tallest piece that holds a cross at the top.

You then point to the piece fixated next to it, the one with the crown. “Next to it is the Queen. She can move anywhere she wants, however many squares she likes. She’s the most powerful piece in the game.”

You then point to the row above the King and Queen. “This row is full of pawns. They can move up two spaces in their first move. After that, they can only move one space up at a time.”

“When you’re older, you’ll find someone else to play chess with... and someone who will be by your side.”

That memory abruptly resurfaces from the depths of your subconscious, like each Chess piece of a chessboard gradually coming together with each piece of explanation you gave to Gavin. The black and white pieces- the good and bad memories, especially the ones with your father. You pause for a bit, before continuing on- before Gavin could notice the split second of hesitation.

“Rooks move horizontally and vertically, and Bishops can only go diagonally. Knights move two squares and one across on either side, like an “L” shape, and is the only piece that can jump over other pieces on the board,” you say, pointing to each corresponding piece. Gavin’s eyes follow your every move, nodding with his eyebrows slightly furrowing. You can’t help but let out a little smile from being able to capture a glimpse of this rarer side of Gavin- Commander Gavin.

“You have a choice to capture the opponent’s pieces if the opportunity ever comes up. The point of the game is to “checkmate” the other person’s King. This means that it is being targeted and has no other places to go. Before that, when the King is in danger but not checkmate, this means the King is in “check” and is forced to move. That’s it! As long as you remember these few rules, you’ll be okay.”

Gavin nods. “Got it," he responds, sternly. He most certainly is starting to look like a Chess grandmaster to you at the moment. You know he has to deduct investigations and complete various missions and STF tasks daily while you struggle to write the first draft for a show proposal. You feel he's way too intelligent, sometimes.

“Since you’re a beginner,” you start, “you can play as white first. White always makes the first move. We can start now if you don’t have any questions.”

Gavin pauses and observes each piece before him. Then, he reaches out for a pawn on the right side of his board and moves it forward two spaces. You move up the pawn in front of your King in response. Both of you slowly exchange moves, and more pieces congregate up in the middle of the chessboard.

“Who taught you how to play Chess?” Gavin finally asks.

“My father. Whenever he had time off set. He taught me a lot, including important life lessons relating to Chess as well. Though, I can't remember much.”

“Oh.” Gavin looks up from his chessboard, his eyes filling with concern. You look back with indifference, but smile, using this opportunity to stare right back. In this moment, you gradually take in the way his hair perfectly falls into place, with the sunlight highlighting the contours of his face and bringing out the shine in his amber eyes.

Your thoughts drift back to that autumn day, vividly reminiscing the ginkgo leaves dancing with the wind, pleasantly surprising you enough to stop your piano playing.

You blink out of that memory, and move your Queen towards Gavin’s King, cornering it with the support of a Rook.

“Checkmate.” You smile, a giggly feeling overcomes you from finally being able to beat Gavin at something, especially with a game that values a lot of strategy and analysing.

“Hm. Very good,” Gavin says, observing where I had cornered him, no doubt archiving this moment to use against me in future matches. Even though he lost, the corners of his mouth perks up at the sight of my joy.

“Let’s have a rematch! One more," you exclaim. Hopefully you could keep this enthusiasm up and form a winning streak.

Gavin helps reset the board without the help of the guidebook. This time, you play white and Gavin plays black. You both follow the same rhythm of how you two were the first time, however you notice Gavin’s movements were faster and more sure, strategically succeeding in capturing a lot of your pieces- pawns and all, though luckily not the Queen yet. The amount of growth he was displaying compared to earlier really shouldn’t surprise you, but it did anyway.

In the middle of the game, you make a bold risk, moving up the black Queen to the adjacent square to his King, certain that you have won this time again. “Checkmate!”

“But… you don’t have a supporting piece for it,” Gavin states, watching your face slowly flush in embarrassment. You observe his slim fingers move the King towards where your Queen was, and captures it. You grab your cup and take a sip of your tea in response, hopefully covering up your disappointment behind your hand. You kick yourself for having completely forgotten about that.

From then onwards, Gavin swiftly checkmates your King with the two Rooks lined up on the board, making it impossible for it to escape. You sigh. You tried your best, at least.

You try to disguise your disappointment in the wake of your defeat again with a smile and grab another cookie to chew on while Gavin studies the board. However, despite the result on your end, you were still admittedly proud of Gavin and allow yourself to feel grateful for being the only one to see this side of him to you.

“You lost a lot of pieces trying to attack. Especially with your Queen- you weren’t hesitant to sacrifice. Your pawn structure was weak and you moved without purpose.”

You stop munching the cookie. “You got all of that from those two games?”

Gavin nods slowly. He nonchalantly takes a sip of his third-time freshly poured tea, its steam floating towards the ceiling. “In STF simulations, you need to take note of every variable. Evol abilities, weather, weapons, and your fellow comrades- especially time. The criminal won’t hand you that much luxury. Every wrong decision would cost you. You need a plan for attack and defence, always. Always have a Plan B. If not, a Plan C. And if none of them will do, always have a Plan Z. Sometimes I’ll need to command nine groups at once. Other times it’ll just be me.”

You look at him blankly, your eyes widening as the only sign of response to his words. His eyes widen as well, not expecting that you would take it that way.

“I mean…” Gavin coughs before continuing, “it always works out. Please don’t worry. We’re highly trained for these operations, remember? I’ll always come back to you. I promise.” His hands reach out to hold yours at the table, meeting each other’s half-way.

"When I got used to holding your hand, buying different flowers for you each occasion, having reserved dinners and looking at the stars with you at night, I knew I couldn't continue the way like how I was before... before I met you again. Like being trapped in a building or apprehending someone and missing out of something that we planned in advance, I- I can't have that. Which is why I'd need to think of alternative operation routes, ones that require less sacrifice however still bear the same effectiveness as before. This is why I am the way I am now."

Who knew back then that this man would be your first love- a man so honest and sincere. Back when you would take a moment to smile at him in the hallways, receive help for retrieving the textbooks on the 2-metre shelves or just those few times when passing by the senior classrooms on your way to the music practice room and see him sleeping or staring outside the window where he sat.

“And you’ll find him. That person who will be with you through all life’s joy and heartbreak. Someone who will never leave you. Your King.”

You recall your father’s words as you squeeze Gavin’s hand a little more tighter. He squeezes right back three times.

You notice Gavin’s eyes awaken with a certain emotion that only you will notice- that something only you will ever know- directed at only you.

You squeeze his hand a little more tighter. He squeezes right back three times.

“Whether life is a game of Chess or not, you’re the only one who can dominate my territory, my pieces and my King. And when it comes to you, I’ve already won... my Queen.”

Closing his eyes, he brings forth your hand to his lips and lightly kisses it, already forever fulfilling his declaration of love.

I haven't posted any fan fiction before, let alone officially write one. This also accounts my first time having written this particular second person perspective, (apart from the Blue Temperature Gavin Empty Arena story) as this isn’t how I usually write. Normally I use first person and more indirect dialogue more than direct dialogue in my creative writing but this was really fun to try! Honestly, I couldn’t help myself but to bring forth some foreshadowing/parallels with the actual main storyline because admittedly, my writing takes need a lot of thought to understand the techniques I use and why my writing is the way it is. So, I won't be completely sure on if this will be received or not HAHA. But apart from everything else, this piece of work was made for this very special case for this very special day for a very special person so I won’t be posting much fan fiction as much as my other current work as I still prioritise my analyses and miscellaneous posts more but if you happen to want to see more, please let me know :) Thanks for reading and let’s all show Cheri much love for her accomplishments and milestone, today!

[voltage-vixen]

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice Pairing:  Gavin x MC (Female) Prompt: “Need I remind you that your ring finger belongs to me?”

“But, Gavin, I-”

“Hush. All you need to be concerned with right now is relaxing.”

“That’s so sweet of you to think of me, but really there’s no need for you to spoil m-mmhh!”

Gavin swooped in to brush his lips against MC’s, stealing away her words with the distraction of a yielding kiss. Reluctantly pulling back, he cupped the sides of the producer’s face, and stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“No more arguing,” Gavin silenced MC with a final peck, before turning his attention to the bag laying down on the floor beside him.

Rifling through the bag’s contents, Gavin soon found the bottle of the translucent pink nail polish that reminded the officer of the warmth that filled his heart whenever he was graced with her sweet smile. Gavin couldn’t even keep track of the countless number of times that smile had saved him. The least he could do was shower her in his affections, and how else could Gavin spoil MC by indulging her in a day of pampering.

“Give me your hand,” Gavin soothingly coaxed MC, firmly but gently tugging her hand and settling it on the cushion his defined thigh provided. “Let me spoil my favorite girl today.”

Gavin removed the brush from the bottle and painted precise strokes of polish until every inch of her nail was covered. Lifting MC’s hand up, Gavin thoroughly inspected the quality of his paint job. Satisfied with the result, he grinned and turned his focus onto her next nail.

“Gavin, since when did you know how to paint nails?” she asked, admiring the perfectly layered coats of polish. “Your paint job is better than mine when I try to do my own nails!”

A faint blush painted Gavin’s cheeks, and he awkwardly cleared his throat while avoiding being caught in the line of the questioning gaze before muttering back his response.  

“…..Minor……..”

Minor? What does Minor have to do with anything?

Gavin noticed the confusion glazed in MC’s eyes. Glancing over at her, he saw MC’s head slightly tilt, silently encouraging him to elaborate. Her eyelashes fluttered pleadingly-an action so simple, yet one she had come to identify as one of the rare weaknesses her boyfriend would inadvertently slip.

“I may or may not have coerced Minor into letting me practice on him,” Gavin mumbled, his gaze shifting down towards her feet, wishing that floor would swallow him up and leave him alone to wallow in the aftermath of his embarrassment.

His plan was foiled when MC cradled his cheeks after placing the bottle of nail polish he had been holding onto the table. Cautious of her wet nails, MC soothingly caressed the side of Gavin’s face in comfort. Gavin basked in her affections, nuzzling his cheek deeper into her touch.

“You always are managing to surprise me,” MC whispered, tears of happiness threatening to spill from her eyes. “How lucky am I to be loved by such a thoughtful man. No one else could ever hold my heart the way you do, my Gavin.”

How could MC share those adorable sentiments with that type of sincerity?

Gavin’s hand swooped under MC’s palm, and raised her hand until his lips peppered tender kisses that traveled to cover every final inch of her hand. Taking pause on a certain finger that he had every intention of one day claiming as his own, Gavin’s golden eyes glanced up to capture MC’s line of vision. The brims of her eyelashes were wet, and Gavin was entranced by the glinting twinkle in her eyes. He was hers, and Gavin knew there would never be a future for him that didn’t involve MC as the role of his life partner.  

“Need I remind you that your ring finger belongs to me?”

One day, Gavin thought, drawing her body closer. Encircling MC into the warmth of his embrace Gavin sealed his promise with kiss after kiss, longing for the day when he would officially ask her to be forever his.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

❥ Present

Pairing: Gavin x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, est. relationship, suggestive

Warnings: cheesy domestic fluff, self indulgent, & pg13 for suggestive content ??

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: The past is gone, no future mistakes, but in this moment, your present awaits.

✎ A/N: I'm aware that it is now October and that Gavin's birthday was back in July but.. the inspiration for this came in the form of a lame joke/idea and I couldn't resist. Initially just wanted to write out a rough outline but.. it somehow turned into a oneshot.. which explains why it's so rushed and short and messy,, Just hoping my first contribution to the fandom wasn't too shabby 😔👉🏻👈🏻 Tried to keep it gender neutral and with minimal detail to have it be as inclusive as I could, but my apologies if that didn't work out too well,,, Also I'm on mobile atm so I'll add the Read More function once I can get to my laptop! 🙏🏻

It was Gavin's birthday, and we were celebrating at his apartment; the small, cozy atmosphere making for a more intimate and personal celebration. Perfect for the relaxing evening I had in store for my wonderful boyfriend. Gavin is always busy with work, whether it's an STF mission or paperwork, the man hardly gets a minute to himself. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so I prepared a home-cooked dinner to welcome him after yet another long day.

Hearing the front door unlock, I turned off the stove that had been keeping the food warm for his arrival, and made my way over to greet him.

"Welcome home, my love. Happy birthday." The tiredness evident on his body, and yet, with that seemingly infinite amount of strength of his, managed to lift me up in his embrace. Only after exchanging a brief kiss did he finally put me down to speak.

"Something smells delicious," Gavin begins, burying his face into my hair, "and the food smells great too." I can't hold back the laugh he pulls from me, our reactions to one another too natural to suppress.

"Food's ready, if you want to go get changed into comfortable while I set the table." Sensing his hesitance, I give his butt a light smack. "Go on, as hot as you look in that uniform, I doubt they'd be keen on you getting birthday dinner all over it." He grumbles but agrees, giving my hand a light squeeze before trotting over to his room.

As soon as I'm done setting everything on the table, Gavin emerges from his room, and even in simple attire, I can't help but fawn over him. Despite the numerous injuries evident, which I'll nag him for another time, he looks soft, ethereal. Fresh from the shower and smelling like heaven. And though it wouldn't be a stretch to call my flying boyfriend an angel, he always insists otherwise. Breaking from my trance, we take our seats across from one another, making small talk as we eat through it all.

Leaning back in my seat, I smile at Gavin whose  bangs ruffle as he stretches his arms overhead. For as much of a man as he is now, there's no denying that sleepy boyishness present. He insists to do the dishes since I cleaned, but I refuse to let him do so tonight, reminding him of his birthday as he his lower lip juts out in a pout.

"Gavin, look, if you want to help me out, why don't you bring out the cake so we can have dessert?" His reply comes in the form of a warm backhug, and a nose pressed into the side of my neck.

Reaching over to pick up the nearly forgotten velvet off the floor, I open it towards him almost shyly, pulling out his ring and motioning for his hand. "I love you so much, happy birthday Gavin." A kiss. A cold ring sliding onto a rough finger.

"But I've got dessert right here," he teases. And when I tense in response, I can feel his smirk against my skin, proud of himself for evoking a reaction from his words alone.

"Down boy," I chuckle, turning my head to press my cheek to his. "We have plenty of time for fun after you unwrap your gift." The wink I shot back at him must have left his imagination stewing, and this time I'm the one wearing the Cheshire grin.

Leading him back to the table for cake, Gavin blows out his candles and cuts the cake, but not before finding the time to slash some icing onto my nose.

"Hey!" A weak whine leaves me, but the complaint dies in my throat. Gavin's infectious laughter doesn't let me stay mad for long.. as if I could ever stay mad at him. Childishness ensues in the form of stealing from each other's plates and decorating one another with icing. It was refreshing to see him so carefree, usually shouldering the weight of the world on his shoulders. But the birthday surprises weren't over just yet.

"If you've had your fill of cake.. are you ready to move on?" He tilts his head, looking more lit a wolf pup than a puppy, but still adorable all the same. Shifting from my seat besides his, Gavin's warm gaze never breaks from me, surreptitiously taking in all the details of my outfit as I smooth out a wrinkle on my shirt.

"I've had my cake and eaten it too," I try to ignore the hunger in his eyes as he speaks, knowing more cake wouldn't be enough to satiate it, "and you're telling me there's still more?" His eyes wander over to a blue box topped with a white bow, wondering how and when that got there. Nothing escapes officer Bai, well, not unless his love is in the vicinity, then his brain turns to mush. Angling his head back to face me with one hand, I bring his attention as I speak up.

"Well, that's your gift, but there's also your present." Trying my best not to fumble over my words, I brace myself, hoping he'll like this part of his gift.

"My present?" Gavin's brows furrow slightly, and before my brain can even register the action, my fingers are already attempting to soothe the crease in his forehead.

"I'm your present!" I lamely choke out, before my voice grows softer, "...and part of your past. But what I'd like most of all, is to be part of your future as well."

"Are you.. proposing to me right now?"

"Kind of?" I grin sheepishly, pulling out a small box with matching rings. "Rather, it's a set of promise rings. I promise to love and cherish you, married or not. You're the light of my life, the wind beneath my wings, and the warmth through the nights. So.. will you accept?" Unable to look up at him for a moment, I play with the strands of ribbon adording the velvet casing, until his silence becomes too much.

And though I knew he'd likely pretend it wasn't the case, the water I noticed along his lashline was unmistakable. Did I..? Is he crying right now? Please don't tell me I just made Gavin cry on his birthday!

"Thank you," he says, pulling me onto his lap to repeatedly press kisses into the side of my face and neck, all the while I could feel the smile that never left his lips. "This is the best present I've ever had," Gavin murmurs against my own, just before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss. We stay like that for a time, with me in his lap on the dining room chair, my arms lazily draped over his shoulders as his arms around my waist and in my hair position me as he pleases. Somewhere in the midst I'd managed to drop the box, long forgotten in the haze of our professed tangle of emotions.

I knew there would never be someone as perfect for me as Gavin, that no one could ever hold a candle to just how much I loved this man. And I doubted anyone could ever love me as strongly and dearly as he loves me. This man who patiently waited since high school, heart only at ease once we reunited years later, seemingly in disbelief as how naturally we fell together. If only he knew I loved him just the same, but no matter, I've got a lifetime ahead to show him just that.

Languidly pulling away, a thin string keeps our separated lips still connected, the aftermath of that searing passion still lingering close enough to touch. Those amber eyes that always seem to glow in my presence smile at me along with his now red, swollen lips, before he rests his forehead against mine.

It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul, and the warmth pooling in his eyes made it obvious beyond a doubt of his emotions. The typically stoic officer who wore his heart on his sleeve, and that same look has broken my composure many times over. Surprising him with affection always brought that beautiful flush to his cheeks, making it irresistible to continue to do so, even now.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" Gavin whispers to no one in particular.

"Honestly, I should be the one asking that," a thousand-watt smile beams his way, and Gavin seemingly squints from the brightness of it all. His hands squeeze my hips, whether to make sure I was real or to feel me up was to be debated, but one thing was for sure.

"I love you too." Another kiss. And the many more that followed as he slipped the matching ring onto my own.

"By all means," I gesture to the box on the coffee table, only for him to shake his head, disheveled hair sticking up at odd ends as he does so.

Gavin was always more of an "actions speak louder than words" kind of guy, and right now, I was on the receiving end of it all. I was feeling lightheaded, up in the clouds, though I doubt the one drink with dinner was to blame. The sheer force and love in Gavin's kiss had me absolutely drunk off his affection. Leave it to him to try to please others even on the day you try to celebrate the man in question.

"Can I unwrap my present now?" his voice comes out in a throaty rasp, still out of breath from the many kisses we shared.

"I wasn't talking about my gift, darling," his hands slide up my back to tug at my hair gently, teeth scraping lightly over my neck before curling into something mischievous. "Can I unwrap my present now?" And it isn't until then that it hits. He's referring to me.

I can only find myself parroting the same response I'd given him earlier, too breathless, but not just from his kiss, this time it's his very eyes that have me enraptured. Warm amber molded into liquid gold, and the flash in their depths is the last thing I see before I'm hoisted over his shoulder. Glad to see some things never change.

[oceanlipgloss]

CHAMPAGNE WINDS

GAVIN.

+ no warnings.

The wind tasted of champagne.

Calm was his demeanor, but whenever she melted the distance between them, passion devoured his heart; its ardent flames took scorching bites out of excited flesh, and thin tongues of blaze ran softly against dancing arteries and pulsing veins.

There was fruity rain within; he was drunk on love, drunk on desire, the sweetest champagne.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[victorsidiot]

Hi! I don't know id requests are open, but if they are, can I get how Gavin would react to an mc who is so small that she can't leave the house on windy days because in fifth grade she got blown from one end of a park to another and she hasn't grown much since? It's a true story and I just need to know how BirdCop would react, lol. Thanks dear

Easy Breezy

⇢ Characters: (MLQC) Gavin, MC/Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff

⇢ Word Count: 0.25k

⇢ A/N: Hi, thanks for sending this in! My requests are technically not “open” since I’ve barely written on here haha but I take it you liked my one (1) piece here enough to ask this so I gave it a shot. It’s more of a drabble than a “react” analysis thing. Hope you enjoy it and happy holidays!

⇢ Description: As long as Gavin’s there, nothing can hurt you.

“Look at that,” you comment with a sigh, your eyes brimmed with longing as you gaze out the window. Gavin wraps his arms around your torso and rests his head on your shoulder, staring out as well and trying to pinpoint whatever holds your attention.

“What is it?” he asks finally.

“Look at how the trees sway in the breeze, the leaves swirling in the wind. It’d be nice to enjoy the feeling of wind through my hair like everyone else.”

Gavin ponders your words. Like everyone else? Was he missing something here, or was he just an airhead?

“...What do you mean, ‘like everyone else?’”

“I’m... small,” you lament. “In fifth grade, I was so small that I was no match for even the weakest of winds and I was literally blown across the park—hey, don’t give me that look! I’m serious!”

Gavin suppresses his smile when you pin him down with a sharp glare. “You’re silly to keep worrying.”

“E-Excuse me?” you huff. You try to pull away from his embrace, but he simply holds onto you tighter, his lips curving upwards into an easy grin.

“Maybe the wind was harsh to you then, but that was before I came along.” Goosebumps rise along your neck as Gavin slowly slides open the window. Your eyes squeeze shut as a gust of air enters, but Gavin’s hands planted firmly on your shoulders along with the gentle feeling of the breeze caressing the pair of you has you relaxing instantly.

“See?” He says, planting a soft kiss to your shoulder. “When you’re with me, you’ll always be safe.”

[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Ch2 Pt 2

Warnings: Super Sassy Sass coming from the legendary Officer Gavin, Plot development, and cliffhangers :D

(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,  chapter two’s prologue, and part one here :))

((Please read the author’s note on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter Two:

Part Two:

 I groaned and looked up at the entrance to the alleyway. Sure enough, there he was. Chestnut hair, amber eyes, with a hand resting cockily on his hip. Except this time, instead of his usual denim wear, he supported a blue button up shirt with a black tie and a police jacket.

“Ah, yes.” I said, throwing my arms in the air, “And the day is saved by officer…” I squinted at his name plate, “Govin? Was it?” 

“You know full well who I am.” Gavin rolled his eyes. 

“You know the police officer?” Sam whispered, hurriedly wiping his wet face.

“Unfortunately, yes.” I folded my arms and kept my eyes on the police officer in front of me, “This one just so happens to be my next door neighbor. So, officer, what are you doing here?”

“I got a call about shots fired.” Gavin mimicked me as he folded his arms as well, “How am I not surprised that you are connected to this?” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I am surprised though,” Gavin walked closer to us, “that you dragged a kid into it.” I gripped at my sleeves as Gavin knelt down to make eye contact with Sam. “I’m Officer Gavin.” His voice was noticeably softer, “What’s your name?”

Sam opened his mouth but I grabbed his arm. “Not happening.” I deadpanned, pulling Sam behind me protectively, “Well, if you have the perp under control, We’ll just be on our way!” I turned to walk away from the kneeling officer.

“Hold it.” Gavin’s stern voice made me freeze. He stood up and walked towards us tediously slow, “I need to take you two in for questioning.” I held back a groan as I turned to face him.

“Really?” My voice was apathetic.

“Really.” Gavin’s was determined, “Just by context, I can determine a few things. There was a shot heard, a man is on the ground, and a gun is next to him. A child and a deranged female-”

“‘Deranged?!’”

“-Are fleeting from the scene. I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty suspicious to me.” 

I glared at Gavin. Through bared teeth, I said, "But you interrupted a conversation between the kid and me about how we were going to turn him in.”

“Yeah well, the kid also said something about needing an explanation for something. Something out of the ordinary.” Gavin squinted his eyes. I tightened my grip around Sam’s wrist slightly, “I’d like to hear that explanation too. Does it, perhaps, have something to do with the strange hole in your jacket?” Gavin pulled on my leather jacket, bringing to light the hole that was burnt into it.

“It’s a fashion choice.” I pulled the jacket away from his grasp, “Not that you’d understand.”

“Ike, please don’t make me get my cuffs.” Gavin sighed. I prepared to stand my ground a bit longer but I felt a slight tug on my sleeve. I looked down at Sam who was looking at me worriedly.

“We should do as he says.” His voice shook slightly. My whole body relaxed as I looked at him. He just watched his sister get shot, thrice, and now she is talking back to a police officer and they are not on good terms. This was probably a lot for Sam to take in, and I was making it worse by dragging him into it.

I sighed and turned back to Gavin. His eyebrow was raised and his arms were folded again. His face read one that was ready to move on but I knew that he was celebrating his victory on the inside. “Fine.” I half-heartedly said, “Let’s go.” Gavin nodded and turned around. I moved to follow but Gavin stopped in his tracks. He hissed and turned to me.

“By the way,” He said in a tone that cloned empathy, “The front seat is taken by the computer. So you can’t sit there.”

“Then where am I sitting?” I stupidly asked.

The car ride to the police station wasn’t a bad one. That is, if you enjoy being squeezed in the back of a police patrol car with an unconscious perpetrator and an anxious kid who grips your arm to the point of exploding. Gavin whistled a carefree tune as he drove the car, knowing full well how nice it was to have that whole front of the car to himself. I wanted to take the taser from his belt and stab him in his ridiculous face with it. I folded my arms uncomfortably. “I don’t remember the drive to the police station taking this long.” I grumply pointed out.

“Maybe it’s just been awhile since you have been there.” Gavin’s voice radiated a level of vanity that almost broke the scale of arrogance. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window… or at least tried but the perp’s head was leaning on it, blocking the view. Gavin made a sharp turn and my problem was solved as the perp’s head left the window and landed on my shoulder. I scoffed and glared at Gavin.

“Hey!” I called to the front of the car, “There is no right turn to the police station!”

“Sorry, there was a cat.” Gavin sung, “I had to turn this way to avoid hitting it. This will make the ride longer, so,” He looked at me through the rear-view mirror, “get comfortable.” My glare deepened even further. I considered leaping from my seat and strangling the smirk off Gavin’s face but Sam tugged on my sleeve before I got the chance to commit.

“Ike,” he whispered quietly enough for Gavin not to hear him, “Do you think now you could tell me why you didn’t… you know…” I looked up at Gavin. He looked at us through the mirror suspiciously but he didn’t seem to know what Sam had whispered.

“Well,” I blocked my mouth with my hand, “I-”

“What are you whispering about?” Gavin shouted back to us, “Anything you have to say can be said out loud to the rest of the car.” I began to glare again but an idea came to mind.

“Alright!” I waved my hands as well as I could in the squashed backseat, “you asked for it.” I turned to Sam and put on my best mom voice, “Well, once a month woman have this week where all they do is bl-”

“Ok!” Gavin called from the front. His grip on the wheel had tightened and his ears burned red, “You can whisper about that but not about the case!” 

I winked at Sam, who’s smile was lackluster. I felt my gut twist again. I cleared my throat and resumed my position of blocking my mouth as I leaned close to him, “I’m an Evolver.” I whispered. Sam gave me a look of confusion. I continued, “I’m a human with evolved DNA that gives me certain abilities that normal humans don’t have.”

“You have super powers?” Sam’s voice sounded like it took a lot of refraining not to shout.

“We call it ‘Evol.’ But in essence, yes.”

“How did you get the pow-Evol?! Did you fall into a vat of acid?! Get struck by super charged lightning?! Get bitten by a superhuman?! ”

“I was born with it. Evolvers have advanced evolutionary genes that get passed on from generation to generation.”

“So I can’t be an Evolver.” Sam sounded disappointed.

“No.” I rubbed his head, “But you don’t need superpowers to be a hero.” Sam smiled genuinely at me. It was good to see it. After the events of today, he looked as if he would never smile again and nobody would want that.

“So you are bullet proof??” Sam sounded more like himself as he spoke excitedly.

“And I have super strength.” I gloated, covering my mouth from any raising corners, “That’s why I like working out. To test my limits and get stronger.” Sam giggled slightly, directing Gavin’s attention back to us. Sam immediately looked down to avoid suspicion. Gavin slowly redirected his attention back to the road. Soon, Sam’s once cheerful face twisted as realization struck.

“Do you think he attacked us because you’re an Evolver?” Sam asked, eyeing the sleeping man next to me. I followed his eyes and held my chin in thought.

“I think so. He didn’t immediately ask for money or tell us to get on our knees or anything. He just said that we were to follow him. Also, I don’t know if you noticed but did you catch the way he looked at me after he fired the gun? His hands shook as if he was scared. But his eyes-”

“You guys done?” Gavin unknowingly interrupted me as he slowed the squad car down, “We’re here.”

(Next)

[mlqcdokidoki]

Gavin Month Day 6 - Coffee Date content

Title : Coffee Confession

Pairing : Gavin x MC

Prompt : @that-wasnt-so-bad

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My third fanfic for Gavin month!

Please pardon any inconsistencies, I'm only on Chapter 6!

Feedback, whether good or bad is much appreciated.

Hope you enjoy it!

Note : At the start of this fanfic, Gavin and MC aren't dating...yet.

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Gavin and MC were investigating another case related to Evols.

As MC accompanied Gavin in interviewing witnesses, she began to regret wearing high heels.

And this regret only deepened, when later in the day, after all the interviews were over, she found herself almost faceplanting the sidewalk due to a broken stiletto heel.

She was miraculously saved by Gavin's quick reflexes but even with his help, she couldn't avoid a sprained ankle, which had begun to slowly but surely swell up.

With her ankle partly disabled, their first order of priority was to find a place for her to rest and a quick survey of their surroundings had yielded a possible place - a quaint cafe with an equally quaint name, Serendipity.

Gavin helped MC to enter the cafe and find a seat, which was easy as it was nearly closing time and all the seats were empty.

Also, the owner had sympathised and looking at MC's distress, she had offered to whip up a cup of coffee for her.

MC wasn't a person who cried at just a little pain, but she was using all of her willpower to not whimper as Gavin examined her ankle with light, gentle touches.

As he finished his examination, he judged that it wasn't severe enough to go to the hospital and resolved to buy a pair of sandals (no heels, this time) and an elastic bandage and perhaps a pain-reliever for her sprain.

When he stood up to get the things he needed, he caught sight of the distressed expression on her face, in response to which his own softened as he grasped her hand and said, "Just rest here, ok? I'll get you another pair of sandals and some first-aid materials real quick and then I'll help you get home, alright?".

Just as he had promised, he was back within 5 minutes, having used his Evol to speed up his journey, and found her face looking a lot better with the aid of a freshly-brewed cup of coffee.

MC was in pain from her sprained ankle but the absolutely wonderful coffee helped to take the edge off the pain.

Gavin then knelt in front of her and assisted her in removing her heels ,after which he gently but firmly wrapped the elastic bandage around the swelling.

As MC sipped on her coffee, she studied Gavin as he worked on her ankle in an effort to distract herself from the pain, but was pleasantly surprised by his clear care and concern for her.

And maybe it was the uncharacteristic softness of expression on Gavin's face or the gentle touches of his warm fingers on her ankle or even his face as it glowed in the warm orange light that spilled into the cafe from the windows, painting his handsome face in shades of orange and red, but whatever it was, almost involuntarily, the words 'I love you' slipped out of her mouth, barely a whisper.

She had not intended to confess so early, but the situation had drawn it from her lips unconsciously.

For a moment, time seemed to stop, MC surprised at her own boldness and nervously observing Gavin's expression while he ceased all motions and looked up at her with a wide-eyed gaze.

Gavin was so absolutely stunned when he heard her confession that he wondered if he was hearing things.

He had been harbouring feelings for her too, feelings that made him unable to sleep at night, unable to focus but he never thought that she would feel the same way.

He leaned a bit closer towards her as he breathed out, "Say that again...?", with an expression of what seemed to be shock mixed with wonder.

MC blushed but she gathered up her courage and said, as firmly as she could, "I love you... Gavin."

This time, the naked wonder in his eyes made her reel with the possibility that he might have feelings for her too.

At this development, Gavin was beside himself with joy and he made sure to let her know of the same with a breathtakingly beautiful smile and a soft but joyful proclamation of "I love you too, MC".

MC was nervous about his response and was expecting a harsh rejection, but was pleasantly surprised at his confession.

And then came a moment of realisation when they both realised the miracle that was their mutual confession, and the fact that it wasn't an unrequited love at all like they had initially assumed.

And as naturally as breathing, they exchanged a sweet, light kiss as mutual affirmation that it was real and not a dream.

The moments that followed seemed like a dream as Gavin finished bandaging MC's ankle and with the kind owner's favour, they silently sipped their respective coffees, each to their own thoughts about the future but the silence being by no means awkward.

And of course, the special confession that happened there as well as the wonderful coffee led to them becoming regular patrons of Serendipity, and befriending the kind owner.

That day was magical, but they knew that there would be more to come, as long as they were by each other's side.

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I wanted to attempt a confession scene between them while still adhering to the topic 'coffee date', so I hope it turned out well!

I wonder if it's bad that all my fanfics end with a kiss...? I tried to switch things up here but it ended in a kiss... again. I just can't help it.

And here's the accompanying illustration!

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In her needy screams…(D, no.27)

Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 This is an NSFW drabble, R18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Hope you enjoy~

Prompt 56: a kiss on the clit

Gavin x F!reader

Slowly he inches his way down there. My body burns with heat, toes curling and I feel it throb when he stares so intensely there. I almost want to cover myself, instead I cover my eyes in the crook of my elbow and peek at him. 

His whiskey eyes darken with hunger and need. Everything unravels within me when his eyes bore into mine, authority clear and then his voice dominates the room, “I’m going to give you exactly how you want it. Rough.”

I meet his eyes and in there I see he’s waiting for me to “allow” him. As if my screams urging him earlier weren't proof enough. But this is Gavin, he will not move an inch if I’m not okay with it. I try to level my voice when I answer but it comes out as a squeak. “Yes.”

I see a seductive smile, his tongue darts out to lick his lips. It’s hot all over, and I feel it throbbing more. He disappears, only his chestnut hair visible for me to cling on to sanity.

“Ready?” his sultry deep tone vibrates through me.

“Yes—ahhhh...”

My reply morphs into a moan when I feel his tongue circling my clit over and over. Roughly, he kisses it, before plunging into the depths of my body. 

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