#mlqc gavin fanfiction

[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.

AND credits to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers😚 Everyone if you need dividers to pretty up your posts, please check out the blog~ The creator has some awesome dividers!

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I posted 331 times in 2022

That's 331 more posts than 2021!

236 posts created (71%)

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I tagged 218 of my posts in 2022

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#mr love queen's choice - 189 posts

#mr love - 179 posts

#evol x love - 176 posts

#mr love: queen's choice - 176 posts

#victor mlqc - 134 posts

#victor li - 129 posts

#li zeyan - 124 posts

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#mlqc fluff - 68 posts

#mlqc gavin - 43 posts

Longest Tag: 48 characters

#youre not useless whatever your birth giver says

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Victor’s Mental Health

This was inspired by @thedummysdummy​. It contains some mild spoilers about very early game.

Victor….is a broken man. He hides it behind his poker face and iron grasp on his emotions but he is a broken man.

Victor has faced a lot of hardships in his life, watching a girl younger than him risk her life to save him, his mother's death, the grind of work. He thought he had everything under control, but then you came around again.

He was convinced you died, hell you were dying in his arms. He made peace with the fact you were gone and he never got a chance to thank you for the sacrifice you made. He made peace with that, he moved on but then when he saw you again. 

When he laid eyes on you - adult you - all those feelings came flooding back to him, all the guilt, the longing, the happiness, the sadness, all of it. It hit him like a tidal wave and that carefully constructed wall he built over the years came toppling down in an instant.

For the longest time, he denied it. It can't possibly be you, you died. You died in his arms. There's no way, it has to be someone that looks like you. But the more and more you came to his office, the more he knew. But with having you back came a whole different feeling than he's had before.

Sure, he's felt love and fear but not like this. This was intense. Deep down, he still carried that guilt that he survived and you didn't. Except you did. You're standing there, right in front of him in his office. 

Every time you left his vision, panic and fear would rise in his heart - was that the last he saw of you? He would keep a straight face and face the world like every other day but as soon as he got home, the tears would fall. He would try to compose himself but he wouldn't be able to, the fear of losing you again was far too great. That's when he would text you or call you. He would play it off as work related but it was all an excuse to talk to you again so he knew you were still alive. 

Even now the feelings of panic and fear when you leave are still there, just less intense than before. 

He fears when a storm rolls in and the lightning flashes across the sky. You could be right there, in his arms, in his bed, safe but he will still be remembering that day, that day you sacrificed yourself for him. He'll go on and on about how he didn't deserve it, you were so young, you had so much to live for compared to him. 

That would be one of the few times you saw this man weak. He never wants to show his weakness to you, he has convinced himself he has to be the strong one, he's going to protect you this time. 

All in all, Victor is broken, regardless of what he shows us on the outside.

88 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

#4

Hi can i have S/O sitting on Victor lap headcanon. Please, drink a lot of water honey💋

Thank you so much doll! I mean the water I didn't drink much of. Which is probably why I've had raging headaches all week 😅

Thank you so much for your patience on this one! This week has been brutal for school work. I hope you enjoy!

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Lap Sitting

Victor absolutely adores when you sit on his lap, regardless of where he is. Maybe just don't do it when he's in a meeting.

He will always have at least 1 arms around you at all times when you're on his lap

He doesn't mind if you're face him or not, he's just happy having you close by him

If you're facing him, he looks to jist stare at your face, taking in and committing the details of your face to memory

Memorizing the exact colours in your eyes.

If you have your back to him, he will rest his chin on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

He'll play with your hair if you let him while just holding you close.

He'll happily let you sit on his lap if you two are watching a movie, that way if you fall asleep, you'll be easier to move to the bed.

Don't worry about thinking you're to heavy - you're not

^ have you seen this man's thighs? Thighs of steal

Lots of innocent touches - he'll draw little circles on your back, your hips, stomach, whatever body part you allow him to touch.

Shoulder kisses (low-key my favourite)

112 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#3

The Boys Reactions to You Pulling an All Nighter

Victor:

Is not pleased. At all

He woke up at 3am to find you weren't in bed beside him

You told him you would go to bed at 11pm

He gets up to investigate and finds you in front of your laptop, on his desk in the office still working

He clears his throat, leaning against the doorway, catching your attention.

"You were supposed to come to bed 4 hours ago. Why are you still working?"

You tell him it's because you're on a time limit to get this done but he doesn't care, you need your sleep.

He comes over, making sure what you're working on is saved and closes your laptop.

Picks you up and carries you to bed with him and makes sure you cannot get back out of bed until you've slept.

Lucien:

More confused than anything.

He comes home late from the lab late to find you still awake, at the kitchen table, laptop open in front of you.

He double checks the time - you're usually asleep when he gets home

"What are you doing still awake?"

You explain you have work you need to finish, he nods in understanding but still tries to coax you to bed.

When you decline, rather stubbornly, he takes matters into his own hands.

None to gracefully, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder before closing your laptop, making sure your work was saved.

"You're going to sleep. Goodnight, butterfly"

Gavin:

More concerned than anything else

He got home around 4:45 in the morning from a mission, tired and sore

He expected to crawl into bed with you and sleep the next day away but when you were sitting at the table doing work, that plan was dashed

"You should be sleeping, pumpkin. Is something wrong?"

He sits down beside you, checking you over to make sure you weren't hurt

You explain you have a due date that's approaching faster than you anticipated

Gavin nods, making you a cup of whatever hot beverage you requested and stays awake with you, either until it's done or you get to tired

Kiro:

Snack time?

See the full post

126 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

Hi hope you’re doing well Could you write headcanons for reader who keeps on stealing Victor clothes please? i'm doing this favor for my friend she is a victor fan she doesn't have tumblr account

Thank you so much for your patience, doll. I was thinking of this one all well, I love it! I hope you do too!

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Stealing His Clothes

Due to the height difference between you and Victor, his clothing - shirts in particular - are giant on you.

They're basically dresses

It started with stealing one of his t-shirts to sleep in when he was going to be gone for a month on business. You asked if you could have a shirt of his to hold and sleep with while he was gone.

He may have thought it was silly but indulged you anyway - big mistake

You loved the way the shirt hung off your body, falling off one shoulder

You sent him pictures one night before bed, the hem of the shirt reaching about upper thigh

He loved it - didn't realize how much he was going to love seeing you in his clothing and he made the mistake in telling you such

You basically lived in his shirt the whole time he was gone

You took it off to wash it and when you went to work but that's not the point.

It got to the point it's just a game now for you two

As soon as Victor takes off an article of his clothing, you swoop in and put it on, laughing at how it basically swallows you whole!

Victor now buys extra t-shirts because he knows you're going to confiscate one so he needs a backup for himself

131 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How the boys cuddle/sleep with MC

Victor:

Protection

"The sweetheart cradle" - her head on his chest, her arm around his body, his arm around her body

Usually waits until she's asleep before he falls asleep

Forehead kisses

Her head on his lap (when watching TV/movies)

Absent minded hair playing with

Lucien:

The sweetheart cradle similar to Victor

Tells MC stories so she can fall asleep

Usually doesn't sleep so he watches her sleep

Her head on his shoulder

Forehead/temple kisses

Gavin:

SPOONING

V protective - must keep her close

^ also she can't see him blushing

Her legs over his lap

Tries to stay awake until she falls asleep but fails

Kiro:

Also spooning

Does not wait until she's asleep

All the kisses and playing with hair

Lounge chair - She sits between his legs, back against his chest

Shaw:

Leg hug)legs intertwined

Pretends not to like cuddling - secretly craves it

Leaning against him, his arm around her

Stealing secret glances at her

141 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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[ikenbar]

I've been wanting to write again so comment or dm me a number or a specific prompt with a name from someone from Mr. Love: A Queen's Choice or Obey me and I'll write a short story around your suggestion.

A few things before you leave a comment:

Specify a gender (Male, female, gender neutral, Trans male/female, etc.)

Specify the number or prompt specifically (ie, 1, 2, 3, or, "I still love you and I hate myself for it") (I can do multiple prompts at once)

Specify a character (Lucifer, Victor, Thirteen, Kiro, etc.)

I will NOT do any sort of sm*t or anything like that so dont expect it... I'm way too ace to touch that...

I will do hurt comfort so if you want a happy or sad ending let me know. Other wise I am one for happy endings

If you'd like I can also throw one of my OCs in the rink if you'd like me to write about them. Either my Obey Me or my MLQC OCs are fine but I won't do your ocs. I need extensive data to write those well and I'm not in the mood to do that.

I'm excited to write again so don't hold back and leave a comment/dm :D

[yourssinfullyquiche]

Yess it's finally here!!! The food...it's so good T^T

Gavin baby you can do it!!!❤️

Can't wait for the next part!😗

Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree: Part 6

Pairing: Gavin x Hazel

Genre: domestic fluff

Word Count: 2,262

Warnings: I do mention Hazel being topless but nothing intense happens. Gavin experiences self doubt and anxiety.

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~~Saturday 9:15am~~

Hazel woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the delicious smell of coffee. She turned towards Gavin’s side only to find an empty space on the bed. Her eyes followed over to the patio where she saw her boyfriend sitting at the small table outside. She groggily sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Gazing back at her boyfriend, Hazel smiled at the serene look on his face. She stretched as she got out of bed, eliciting a number of pops from her spine.

The sound of the sliding glass door opening caught Gavin’s attention. 

“Good morning, my love, how long have you been up?,” she purred as she came up behind to put her arms around him.

“Mmm, not long, maybe an hour?”

Hazel nuzzled into his neck, he shivered at the tickling sensation.

“You want some coffee,” he finally managed to ask.

Pulling away from him, Hazel moved over to the empty chair opposite her boyfriend. 

“Hmm, yes please~ I need something to wake me up.”

“Okay, be right back,” he replied, getting up from his seat. Hazel breathed in the fresh morning air and let out a pleased sigh; it had been far too long since her last vacation with her boyfriend. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander a bit—and eventually ended up thinking about the ring she found; she then wondered when he would actually propose. Her senses were graced by the aroma of coffee wafting past her to be set on the table next to her. 

“Oh that smells good~”

“It’s the one the hotel provides. I thought it was pretty good so I figured maybe you’d like it too,” he placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m gonna get ready.”

“Mhm,” she responded, taking a cautious sip of the hot drink.

“Oh! You need help with your wound,” she called back to him.

“Nah, I got it, thank you though.”

Gavin retreated to the bathroom to redress his wound. Thankfully, it looked better this morning, a sure sign it was healing properly. Though that didn’t stop him from hissing at the pain from applying the ointment to the graze itself. He had just finished putting on the bandage when Hazel popped her head in the bathroom to check on him.

“You good, my love?”

“Yes, I’m almost done here.”

“No rush, I’m going to find a place for breakfast.”

“Okay.”

She shut the bathroom door, plopped herself on the couch and started scrolling through the potential eateries in the area. One place caught her eye being famous for soufflé pancakes and French toast. As she flipped through the menu pictures, her stomach growled; both the pancakes and the French toasts looked absolutely delicious. 

“I think I found a place to eat, tell me what you think,” she said as Gavin came out of the bathroom. He walked over and looked at her choice of eateries.

“Those do look good. Is that where you want to go?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Okay,” he chuckled at her enthusiasm, “I’ll book us a table while you get ready.”

“Yay,” she sprang up from the couch, “I’ll be quick!”

“No need to rush, Pumpkin. Take your time,” but she had already rushed off. He shook his head, then proceeded to book their table as he laid out his outfit for the day; a simple black t-shirt, blue jeans, and his black boots. He had just finished tying his boots when his girlfriend emerged from the bathroom—now her turn to change. Throwing off her top in quick fashion, she jumped when she felt a hand caress her lower back.

“We have a reservation, you don’t have to rush.”

She leaned back into him, strong arms encircled her topless form.

“Hmm, you are amazing. I hope you know that,” she said, turning to face her boyfriend. She cupped his face and brought him in close for a kiss. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, lightly massaging the tight muscles.

“Mmm,” Gavin hummed at her ministrations, hugging her tighter. He broke the kiss off abruptly.

“O-okay, we don’t quite have that much time,” he said, a red flush appearing on the tips of his ears and cheeks; “Let’s continue this later,” he cleared his suddenly dry throat.

A faint blush adorned Hazel’s cheeks too.

“Y-yeah,” she smiled, proceeding to disrobe further and change into her light blue sundress with a light grey cardigan and black flats.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she chimed after sorting her purse out.

Gavin looked up from his phone, jaw dropping slightly at the slight of his girlfriend.

“Right, shall we,” he replied as he got up from the couch.

“Mhm!” Hazel linked her arm with her boyfriend and out they went to get breakfast.

A ten minute walk later, they found the cafe with a decent amount of people standing outside. The cafe itself was a two story brick cottage; a bit out of place for a downtown setting, but provided a cozy, laid back environment amidst the bustling street. Gavin’s phone buzzed with a notification that their table was ready as they walked in. Upon entering the cafe, two plush floral patterned sofas lined the entrance which served as the waiting area. It looked like it had been someone’s home at one time and it retained that familial warmth of it despite being turned into a restaurant. Paintings of countryside settings and old cottages were hung meticulously throughout the dining area. There weren’t many table and chair set-ups, probably to keep the business flow steady. The delicious scent of cinnamon hit Hazel’s senses, sending her into a blissful trance. She tried to be as discreet as possible in eyeing what other people were eating as they walked through the dining area.

‘It all looks so good,’ she internally noted.

Their hostess led the couple upstairs to another dining room similarly decorated like the first floor, with two huge bay windows on opposite sides of the room. The hostess sat them at a table for two near one of the bay windows overlooking the busy street below. A minute or so later, their waiter came by for their drink orders.

"All right, do both of you have any questions regarding any of the food items?”

The couple looked at each other, with Hazel answering, “hmm, not at the moment but thank you.”

“Okay, be right back with your tea.”

Gavin perused the menu a bit, internally debating on pancakes or French toast to go with the eggs and bacon that also looked delicious. Hazel was in a similar dispute in her own mind. 

“What are you thinking of getting, my love,” Hazel inquired, breaking the silence between them.

Gavin let out a small sigh, obviously still debating. 

“Hmm, I think the Apricot Ginger French Toast. What about you?”

“Then I’m going to try the Almond Cream Pancakes~”

“Those sound good too,” he commented while looking at the corresponding picture; second guessing his choice for a nanosecond. 

“Have you two decided what to order or do you still need more time,” the waiter inquired as he placed a small cast iron tea kettle in the middle of the table along with two cups.

“We’re ready,” they said in unison; Hazel stifled a giggle as she gestured to Gavin to go first.

After the waiter left to put in their order, Gavin pulled out his phone to check the bus times

“Okay, we can take this bus from the station that’s right here; then get on this bus and that one will drop us off in front of the temple.”

Hazel nodded along with the transportation plans.

“It’ll take about 45 minutes to get there,” he continued, “then after seeing the ginkgo tree, we can check out the small shops in the temple. I read that they make delicious honey candy in collaboration with the local beekeepers.”

“You really did do your research, huh?”

Gavin cleared his throat, “Well, I just wanted to make the most of this trip.”

“Because this weekend is special, right,” she teased. He blushed at her using his own words against him.

“W-well, yeah,” he stuttered slightly as he put his phone away; also making sure the small box was still in his pocket. Hazel was about to comment on his embarrassed stuttering, when their food arrived. 

It was a rare feat for a restaurant to actually have their food look very much like their menu photographs, but somehow this place achieved it in spades. The delicate almond cream dripped down the light, fluffy pancakes ever so perfectly. The French toast was expertly cooked with a light crunch on the outside and an almost airy inside; the apricot compote with the tang of ginger made for a refreshing combination. The scrambled eggs and bacon that Gavin had also ordered were a delight as well. All around, a wonderful breakfast to start the day.

“Those pancakes were filling but not overly filling, if that makes any sense,” Hazel commented after she had finished her meal.

“Yeah, the French toast was the same way,” Gavin added.

They got the bill, with Hazel further protesting Gavin paying for it.

“Seriously, when are you gonna let me pay for something?”

“Hmm, maybe later today,” the young officer replied.

“You’re so stubborn sometimes, you know that?”

“Mmm, yeah~”

Hazel scoffed and shook her head as she got up to leave, with Gavin finishing up the check.

They headed to the nearest bus stop, passing by a couple of small gift shops.

“We have about ten minutes until the next bus, do you want to go to one of those shops,” Gavin asked his slightly distracted girlfriend.

“Hmm, nah, maybe tomorrow. Could we go to that cafe again?”

“Sure,” her boyfriend chuckled.

Their bus arrived and they found some seats toward the back. In the span of 30 minutes, they were in the countryside, still retaining the lush greenery of summer but with hints of autumn here and there. As they disembarked at their second stop, Hazel got a little more energetic; she had caught a glimpse of the giant ginkgo tree in the far distance. Five minutes later, their second bus arrived, a little more crowded than the first bus; they ended up standing for the remainder of their journey.

When they got to the last stop, a good majority of the passengers disembarked along with the young couple. The top of the tree was clearly visible over the temple walls. Wide eyes and with a spring in her step, Hazel made her way just past the gate; absentmindedly leaving her boyfriend behind, too excited over the ethereal sight before her. A slight breeze caused numerous leaves to rain down from the enormous tree. Akin to falling cherry blossoms in the spring, this was truly a spiritual experience Hazel felt as she carefully made her way to the stone fence guarding this giant.

Gavin, while also in awe by the beauty of the tree, was feeling quite nervous at the extensive amount of people who had also gathered today. The uneasiness grew as they walked around the temple. 

'Come on, dumbass, where's the courage you usually have???' 

A voice in the back of his mind chided him; Gavin was so focused on the internal war he was engaged in that he bumped into Hazel who had stopped in front of a talisman stall.

"You okay," she asked, concerned over his unusual lack of observation. Her voice instantly brought him back to reality.

"Y-yeah, sorry about that." 

Upon perusing the goods, Hazel settled on a Mystic Knot with two cranes dangling below the intricately designed red knot.

“How about this?”

“That’s pretty, you want it?”

“Mhm!”

As Gavin proceeded to get his wallet out, Hazel quickly swatted his hand away; he looked at her with confusion. 

“Oh no you don’t, I’m getting this for us.”

“Okay,” he chuckled and put his wallet away.

He momentarily squashed the uneasiness though there was still a pit of doubt left in his stomach that made him feel a little queasy. He went to sit on a bench in the shade of the temple's overhang to regain his composure. Hazel had seen him sitting down and thought perhaps some water was needed.

Gavin jumped at the sudden cool feeling on his forehead. He looked up to see Hazel with a bottle of water in her hand.

"I thought you might need this. Is your side hurting? We can leave if you need to," she said as she crouched down in front of him. 

"No, my love, I'm fine," he replied, smiling at her. That tender smile that always hid pain from her. 

"I just need to rest a bit, go enjoy the scenery some more. I'll be there right in a moment."

Hazel hesitated but she knew he would chide her for worrying so she went ahead and made her way back to the ginkgo tree. 

'Just breathe, dammit…'

After downing the water she got him, Gavin got up and walked over to Hazel; fidgeting with the small box in his pocket.

'I will not marry you.'

He stopped in his tracks, the echo of his nightmare returning in full force; and for a moment he couldn't move from that spot. A breeze jarred his consciousness back, enabling him to move again.

When Hazel turned toward him, the most heartfelt gaze adorned her face; and in that instance, all he could see was her, his everything.

It was now or never.

[night-chant]

MLQC One-Shot: Guise of a Greek God

I had a strange urge to work on this draft I had in my phone for months and the very next day the Oracle event was announced lol---it was supposed to be a long fanfic but I think this will suffice :)

Featuring: GreekGod!Gavin x reader

Summary: A girl enjoys living her tranquil life in her village in Ancient Greece. She heard many stories of heroes and ordinary mortals encountering the gods whom they worship. As a matter of fact, she met one without knowing. 

Warnings/Notes: No spoilers from Oracle Revelation event dates, inspired by existing myths, brief mentions of Ancient Greece's shame culture, the Wish Tree Event appears to be Greco-Roman inspired but I kept it only Greek here :)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Like the other gods, Gavin was immortal who possess eternal youth and shape-shifting abilities. He was a well respected and admired god for his contribution in warfare and tactics. 

- However, centuries passed and the gods of Olympus grew more prevalent across all regions. Gradually but surely, the history and existence of the remaining gods were forgotten among mortals, buried within fading parchment and abandoned ruins.

- It would be possible to join and live in Mount Olympus but Gavin preferred a life of solitude and tranquility. This hasn't changed up until now.

- Gavin doesn't often spend his time up in the heavens and prefers staying on Earth exploring uncharted regions in the mountains and rivers, undisturbed.

- Before nightfall, he usually bathes by a secluded waterfall. He is about to rinse off when he hears sudden splashing coming from the other side of the rocks.

- His face pales as soon as he peeks over where a maiden, completely bare, wades toward the opposite end of the waterfall, letting the water droplets trace over her smooth skin.

- What's worse is that he hasn't seen a mortal for centuries. He is trying to recall the last time when suddenly, she turns around, facing his direction.

- Hastily, he hides behind the boulder but the quick rush of water from his abrupt movement gives him away.

- "Who's there?" she says warily. Her voice is clear and steady. It sounds quite lovely. Somewhat intimidating but lovely nevertheless. 

- When he remains silent, he hears the water parting away as she approaches.

- She'd be terrified if she finds him as a bare man and so he instinctively uses his godly ability to shapeshift into the first thing he can think of: a sparrow.

- Seeing a soaked little bird in the water, the girl decides to scoop it up and dry its wings. Her gentleness of her fingertips almost makes him melt from the affection that he doesn't realize he craves.

- Soon after, the girl befriends it after noticing that it hasn't flown away yet and so she talks to it a lot, treating it as if it understands every word. She offers it grains of wheat or fruits every time she finds the very sparrow in the nearby meadows. She treats any scrapes she finds on the bird, scolding it for its carelessness. 

- She doesn't mean to give the bird a name but ends up calling it "Chirpy" after the bird turns its attention to her so earnestly when she first calls it that.

- She shares secrets that she doesn't tell anyone to Chirpy like her favourite hideaways, her fear of storms, what kind of person she wants to marry ..

- (maybe the bird is taking down mental notes)

- She wishes her friend could speak so she could hear its own secrets.

- Once, she said she loves peonies and azaleas and so in human form, Gavin spends hours alone making a decent flower wreath for her and the bird carries it to her the next day.

- The bird sometimes visits and perches on her windowsill. She welcomes it and shows it to her small home.

- When the girl brings Chirpy to her village, the bird makes a fuss when other guys get too close to the girl. It might flutter around the guys and maybe start snapping at them with his sharp beak lol

- In a stormy night, the lightning is more severe than usual as it hits nearby cliffs of the village. Gavin is worried and decides to check in on the girl in case she's afraid or if she got hurt.

- By the time he got there, the girl sees a soaking wet bird and she brings it in to dry off, assuming that her friend is seeking her help or at least safe and warm shelter.

- When he's convinced she'll be alright, the bird starts hopping back to the windowsill but she stops him.

- "Don't you dare, Chirpy! It's dangerous outside. The storm will probably stop tomorrow and it'll be safe to fly again then. You're still cold, come sleep with me tonight."

- ??? The bird thinks it misheard her.

- The girl insists and with the lack of strength compared to a human, the bird was tucked snug beside the girl on the bed--- it was really warm and cozy and eventually he couldn't help but fall asleep too...

-Unfortunately, it's so cozy that his shapeshifting slackens and wears off and he is in his human form again as he dozes with her.

- By the time it’s morning, the girl is snuggling against Gavin while he holds her protectively around his arms---the position was intimate with her face against his neck and his thigh between her legs.

- She wakes up first because the comforting warmth around her is unfamiliar and firm and muscular ...  Seeing him, she almost screams as she tries to scramble away but he pulls her against him again.

- He’s stuck in his subconsciousness, clinging to the wonderful feeling of holding the girl he is---slowly but surely---falling in love with.

- Gavin wakes up when he hears her voice calling for help. At first, he's confused why she is staring at him in fright. Instinctively, he thinks he was injured or something but notices his human limbs around her.

- He immediately lets go and puts distance between each other as she wraps the blanket around her figure for decency.

- He apologizes immediately. He isn’t sure if he wants to disassociate this human form from the bird so he could return to the way things were. It’d be safer that way. Even if she views this version of him with terror.

- He's about to leave but she stops him, demanding answers and threatening him to not tell anyone about this or she will be shunned in her village.

- Gavin doesn't realize the latter part. He promises he won't and that he was not taking advantage of her.

- "Then why were you sleeping with me?? What did you do to the bird? How could you? It doesn't matter if it's a rare breed or not. It's my friend. You give her back!"

- "Him..." Gavin corrects in a murmur.

- "Huh?"

- Quickly changing the topic, Gavin asks what he could do to seek her forgiveness.

- "Tell me why you choose to target me! How many other women have you terrified? And how many birds did you steal? That's my dear friend! You deserve punishment!" The girl flew punches against his chest and he lets her, upset that he's the one making her cry and angry all at once.

- He explains that he would never do any of that, not when he believes birds should always be free and go as they please and not when he has fallen in love with one person. He urges her to keep beating him up and that he deserves it for making a foolish mistake. 

- "...Did you ...do anything to me last night?" she asks, faltering.

- Gavin immediately holds her hands then thinks better of it and removes them reluctantly. "No. I would never. I promise. I won't ever hurt you."

- ‘Why is he so sincere and devoted? Who is he?’ the girl thinks.

- With a heavy heart, Gavin promises her that he'll leave the village and stay away and for a long time, he does just that. The bird hasn't shown up since.

-The girl’s look of terror and anger toward his human form made him want to stay a bird forever.

- A month passes and Gavin still can't help but yearn to see her again. Hesitant, he returns to her windowsill shyly as a sparrow.

- The gloomy look over her lifts as soon as she recognizes the bird. She cheers so joyously and sheds tears of relief, contrasting her anger and horror from before.

- She asks what happened and why it left during that night and explains how a man went to sleep with her.

- "I was so scared I thought the worst had happened to you and to me! He was so strange. But frankly, I thought about the incident for a while and I'm not that scared anymore...not of him anyway. It was so strange. He really did look remorseful and ashamed but that can't be! He was the one who went to sleep with me! Unless he sleepwalked? Well, how did he get into my house? The door wasn't broken either."

- Cautiously, she eyes the bird (he's grateful in this form; she doesn't expect an answer from him) 

- The girl leans in and whispers, "...Don't tell anyone but ...I think he's kinda cute..I know! I know! It's wrong! Don't peck me! I know how much you hate guys!"

- The bird hasn't moved since its arrival. It now peers at her curiously. 

- The girl stares out the window in deep thought. "He really did mean it. No one treated me differently since and I haven't seen him either. It was like a dream? The door and windows were locked. I don't understand how he got in...or how you got out."

- Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Could he be a god? No wonder he looked so charming! What do you think, Chirpy?"

- Bird looks away---good thing you can never tell if a bird's face turns red.

- The subject is dropped because the girl focuses on welcoming back her good friend.

- Days later, she searches around the village’s temples but none of the gods resemble that guy from that night.

- There are small ruins nearby her favourite hideout spot near the mountains and she decides to inspect it closely. She looks around, but nothing is really there except overgrown trees with low branches, rubble and walls of vines.

- Bird is hesitant to follow and tries to motion her to leave with his fluttering wings but the girl doesn't listen.

- When she moves around the vines, she finds that they cover something sculpted marble--- highly unlikely nature formed without human craftsmanship.

- She climbs the big olive tree nearby and continues to push away the vines and eventually, she is face-to-face with a very tall statue. He had armour over his chiton with arm guards and greaves. A sword is sculpted at the side of his waist and laurels lie over his hair.

- His clothes aren't familiar, but his fringe and facial structure are.

- A familiar-looking bird was sculpted to be over his shoulder...

- The girl points at it, shocked at the suspicious coincidence. "Hey! He has a sparrow friend that looks awfully like you!" The pieces start to fall in place and the dawning realization and dread finally hit her: "I ...was with a god," she whispers. "I was yelling and threatening and hitting him...This can't be...I'm doomed..."

- Although she is not familiar with this particular god, she is hasty to plead for his forgiveness.

- She tries to scramble down to bow before the gigantic statue, planning to give all offerings she can, but she slips over the rock and falls toward the marble floor.

-The bird soars after her and before her eyes---in a flash---Gavin transforms back to his human form. He catches her and together, they land safely.

- The girl can't speak at first: "?!!! It ..uhm, Chirpy was...you the whole time??"

- The god rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet her eyes in this form. "Uhm, yes. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't want to frighten you and I couldn't find the right moment to tell you."

- "But you heard all of my secrets and personal matters and.." she falters before pointing at him. "You saw me bathe!"

- The god's face burns scarlet. He holds her accusing forefinger gently.  "It was by accident! You heard me so I transformed to the first thing I could think of so I wouldn't frighten you. I'm sorry."

- "No, I'm the one who needs to apologize," the girl says as she bows. "My lord, please spare me. If I had known sooner, I wouldn't have acted so rashly. Please forgive me."

- He hurriedly brings her back to her feet. "There's no need to treat me like this."

- "But you're a god! Of course I must!" she insists.

- "Ahem. I really liked the way you treated me when I was a bird," he confesses.

- "I ... but why?" 

- "You're very kind and very cute. You share your daydreams with me and I cherish them."

- "But my lord--!"

- "There's no need to call me that."

- "But---"

- Gavin gives a soft pat on her head. "I'm still your Chirpy."

- "But I don't think I can treat you like a bird friend anymore," she reasons. "This is such a big change!"

- "It's okay there's no need. You could maybe treat me as something more?" he suggests wistfully.

- The girl blinks. "Huh??"

- "When you talked about the man from that stormy night...you said he was charming. Does that still hold true?"

- Slowly, he holds her close, just like when they were sleeping together that night.

- The girl becomes a blushing mess. As she tries to fumble for an answer, he slowly leans in and kisses her causing her to melt against him.

- After a long moment, he pulls away. "A storm is coming. I'll take you back to your home...if you like."

- The girl nods, determined to hide her sheepishness. "Of course! That would be nice! Well, you know you could stay over ...if you like."

-Now he's a blushy mess awww

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This is a collab with me and my Greek mythology obsessed childhood self lol

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[otonymous]

Fever Dreams (MLQC Gavin - NSFW)

Description: Gavin lets you in on the contents of his wet dreams… Warnings: NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: mentions of IV lines, hospitals, minor injuries, brief mentions of trauma, Eli’s sense of impending doom, vaginal intercourse, profanity, masturbation Word Count: ~3K words (~15 mins of sweet, sweet hospital lovemaking 🤣) Author’s Notes: Close your eyes.  Imagine that Gavin is by your side — muscles flexed and lips so close they practically brush against the shell of your ear when he whispers the following:

“I hope you enjoy this fic, which was based on and inspired by Gavin’s Whispers/Biting The Ear (咬耳) ASMR from the CN server, beautifully translated by the incredibly talented and gracious @cheri-translates​.” 🤣

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It was easy to forget at times; that Gavin was made of flesh and bone like everyone else.

That lionhearted though he was, the man wasn’t invincible, no matter what he would have you believe: hiding winces behind smiles and brushing off bruises blooming blue like they were nothing at all.

It was little wonder then that when the phone rang that night, it was Eli’s voice on the other line.  And as you stood before the bathroom mirror, wrapped in nothing but a towel and watching the colour drain from your face, the stilted manner of his speech made it increasingly clear he was unused to delivering bad news.

“I’m gonna kill him when I see him,” Gavin swears under his breath, the hand with the IV drip attached pulling into a tight fist by his side.

Now you understood why.

“They’re making a fuss over nothing, keeping me in hospital for observation.  It’s just a few scratches.”

Amber eyes train in your direction, the earnestness in their tender depths melting the edge of the anger you felt at always being the last to know anytime your lover got hurt.  And when he tries to smile despite the bulky bandage plastered on his left cheek, your resistance falters.

“ ‘They’re making a fuss over nothing.’  I bet you’d say that even if you were missing a limb, Gavin Bai.”  

Suddenly exhausted by the anxiety that made you rush to the Special Task Force hospital upon receiving Eli’s call, you slump into the chair at his bedside, still annoyed but relived to find that he was well enough to laugh at your sarcasm.

“Hmm, I must be in a lot of trouble if you’re calling me by name like that.”  

Smirk spreading on that handsome face, his eyes take on a mischievous twinkle that makes him altogether impossible to resist.  You couldn’t help but think of that rough and tumble high school senior who threw furtive glances in your direction every time he walked past in the halls, lip cut and face bruised.  

“Come.  It’s too late to go home now and you can’t sleep on the chair like that.  Join me on the bed.”

Voice breaking through your reverie, Gavin holds out the hand that wasn’t hooked to the drip — large, strong and inviting.  You hesitate, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you look towards the door.  

“I-I really shouldn’t.  We’re in a hospital and there won’t be enough room for the two of us.  You, especially, need a good night’s sleep, being injured—”

Three dull pats sound in quick succession to interrupt you.  Turning your head, you see Gavin scooting to one side of the bed, hand beckoning towards the newly vacated space.  “The beds here are larger than the ones in your average hospital.  STF perk, I guess.  But if you insist on refusing then…I guess I’ll just have to accompany you in sleeping sitting up—”

Relenting with a click of the tongue, you snatch the pillow from his grasp just as he begins propping it up behind his back, sliding it beneath his head as you gingerly crawl in next to him.

“That’s my girl.”

Gavin’s whisper is electric in your ear, low and seductive in a way that made you question the innocence of his motives, wondering if he was already aware of the sensations his body pressed to the side of yours was eliciting.  His lips curve in a smile on your forehead, breath dancing hot across skin.  And when he reaches for you, the sight mesmerizes: long, tapered fingers smoothing slow along the strands of your hair.

“Eli must’ve called while you were still in the shower.  You didn’t even have time to dry your hair, did you?  Look at how wet it is.”

And though you were on the verge of telling him that it wasn’t only your hair that was wet, you thought better of it.  There was a heaviness in his tone, weighed down by the concern that inevitably arose every time Gavin thought you weren’t taking care of yourself: encouraging you with bites of the BBQ pork rice he brought in takeout containers whenever you skipped meals during late nights at the office, draping his jacket over your shoulders when you shook from the cold — having decided on form over function in a lightweight but pretty new dress worn especially to impress on date nights.

“Don’t worry, it’s almost dry anyway.”

“Hmm.”  Faint displeasure taints his acknowledgment, but you close your eyes to the furrow in his brows, unable to focus on anything other than the touch of his fingers on your skin — calloused tips tracing the line of your jaw to traipse over the chin until finally coming to rest on your lower lip.  He is so close you can feel the tail end of your exhalation being drawn into Gavin’s next breath when he says:

“I know I really scared you this time.  I’m sorry.  I was careless, but it won’t happen again.  Please don’t be mad, okay?”

Eyes opening to the sight of his, you study the specks of gold embossed in amber, beautifully familiar.  See your reflection in the dark pupils holding your face in loving regard.  Felt your heart chill at the thought of Gavin one day not returning home.  And when the sting of tears arrives to redden the tip of your nose, you turn away, unwilling to add to his burdens with your own.

“All I ask…is that you be open with me.  I know you want to protect me, Gavin.  You don’t want me to worry.  But it’s much worse to have to guess about whether or not you’re lying just to be kind.  I’m a grown woman and your partner, so please don’t handle me with kid gloves.  Let me take care of you too, sometimes.”

Staring at the patterns on the curtain drawn around the bed, you listen for the rhythm of his breath — slow and even in the ensuing silence and punctuated only by the intermittent beeps of machinery, the weight of your concerns slowly sinking in before he finally relents.

“Okay.  I won’t keep anything from you anymore.  I promise.  So please…could you let me just…”  

A hand wraps around your waist, grip firm yet gentle as he pulls you close beneath the thin sheet.  You feel his mouth on the nape of your neck, Gavin’s kisses falling hot and insistent between muffled words.

“…hold you, like this?”

Nodding, you bite your lip, barely suppressing a moan to feel his fingers crawl beneath your shirt; warming themselves on the soft skin of your belly, tracing circles about the navel.

“Seven days.  It’s been…hmm…seven days since I’ve last held you.  It’s too long.”

The last statement is breathed into the curve of your neck and shoulder, your boyfriend inhaling deeply as he buries his face into the space, the embrace around you tightening as if touch alone could communicate all the longing he wasn’t quite able to put into words.

“It was a difficult mission.  I couldn’t sleep.  And anytime I did, I would dream of you.  Always of you.  Want to know what we did?”

Cotton-mouthed, you resort to nodding again.

“Then be a good girl and turn around first.  I want…need to see you…that’s good.  In my dreams, we’d be together, just like this.  I’d have you in my arms, so close I could feel every inch of your body…how hot it is…just like now.  No, don’t move away.  I like it. I’ve got a fever, but I’m also feeling chilled.  I want your heat.”

Those amber eyes are dark now, half-lidded and veiled with lust — proof that Gavin’s increasingly shallow breathing was not an exaggeration.  It was a look you recognized; the expression his handsome face wore the moment he saw you again after a mission had kept him away for too long.  It typically resulted in entire weekends spent in bed, limbs entwined as Gavin made love to you over and over again.

Until you were boneless and spent.  

Until your lover was satisfied that he was thoroughly reacquainted with every curve of your body.

You reach for him: trembling fingers tracing the line of his brow, thumb circling the apple of his cheek.  Gavin closes his eyes, exhalation shaky as he nuzzles into your palm to lay a kiss on that, too.

“Your touch feels cool on my skin.”

“Oh!  I’m sorry—”

“No.  Don’t be.”  Fingers curling about the wrist that pulled back, Gavin gently guides your hand towards his forehead.  “It’s nice.  I like it.  But…my back is warm too.  Do you think you could help me lower the temperature there?”

Swallowing, you start to inch your hands towards the open back of his hospital gown.  Gavin softly groans to feel your fingers running along the ridge of his shoulder blades, caressing defined muscles and faded scars you had committed to memory long ago.

“Is this all right?”

Now his turn to nod, Gavin’s head drops back, accentuating the bob of his prominent Adam’s apple in that strong, thick neck.

“I’m...ah…also feeling hot here.”

Large palms fall over the back of your hands, guiding them over his rib cage until they find themselves on the hard muscles of Gavin’s abdomen.  Thighs pressing together beneath your skirt, you trace that defined V-line — touch featherlight in a way that draws out a shudder, goosebumps blooming across the expanse of Gavin’s skin.

Suddenly, you freeze to hear footsteps approaching in the hallway beyond the door.  And just when you start to pull away, Gavin stops you with a whisper:

“Don’t worry.  The nurse has already been in to check on me tonight.  They won’t be back again, unless…unless they see that my heart rate has become unusually high.”

He winks.

“Besides, if they find you here, I’ll just say that, um…I’m afraid of sleeping by myself in the dark.”

That smirk again.  You wonder at what point your boyfriend had become so cheeky, knowing just the right things to say to get his way.

“Could you help me?  I’m burning up…right here.”

Lower and lower, he guides your hands, leaving them to their own devices when they reach the waistband of his boxers.  Barely breathing, you watch as the expression on his face transforms from anticipation to euphoria the moment you slip past the elastic, fingers circling his hardened length with a loose grip.

“Officer, you weren’t lying!”

Gaze already heavy with want, the chuckle Gavin lets out in response has never sounded so sexy.  “It’s because I’m running a fever.  Or perhaps…it’s because I’m thinking of you.  Do you think we should…make it even hotter?”

You wet your lips, feeling Gavin twitch in your hand at the sight; feel the vein pulsing on the underside of that thick shaft as he continues to swell in size.  Firming up your grip, you begin to stroke in earnest, trying to maintain your rhythm despite the distraction of your own throbbing pussy, despite the way you grew increasingly wet to envision him sliding into your depths, satin panties clinging to the lines of your folds.

Smoothing your thumb over the liquid arousal beading at the tip of his cock, you draw wide, slick circles over velvet skin — paying especial attention to the ridge just below the swollen head because you loved how Gavin sounded when caught in the throes of ecstasy.  It pleased you to pleasure him — the man who never thought twice about putting you before himself.

Always so strong, always fearless, you loved to watch him fall apart.  Over you.  Beneath you.  In you.  Held in the palm of your hand or folded to your embrace.  You could feel the tension leaving his body — worn out and battered — each time he returned to your side from a mission, the trauma of all the things he couldn’t talk about seeping from every pore as you sought to show him love with the swing of your hips, the kisses you showered upon his sweat-soaked face.  With the normalcy only the simplicity of a home-cooked meal could restore.  “I love you,” he’d smile and say, amber eyes blinking once, twice…as if Gavin couldn’t quite believe you were real.  “I really do.”

“This is the first time someone has stayed with me in the hospital, let alone shared my hospital bed.” Gavin’s voice is low, thick with emotion in between shuddering gasps elicited by each tug along his length.  “Who would’ve thought that...even at a time like this…I’d be lucky enough not to be alone.”

“I’d never let you be lonely,” you say with a sudden vehemence that surprises even you.  “Never again.”

He smiles, gentle eyes glistening when his large hand approaches to cup your face.  Gavin touches you as if holding something of infinite importance, “Angel” falling from his lips in a soft utterance.

“I don’t think I can sleep tonight.  I don’t want to.  What about you?  Will you…stay up with me?…Help my fever break—”

You kiss him deeply, swallowing his words even as your tongue pushes past teeth to meet Gavin’s in reunion.  You had missed him; missed the way he tasted, the hint of mint that lingered in the breath you shared, as if your very lives were as entwined as your bodies in embrace.

To lose him was to lose yourself.  

And so, you give yourself over to the man who gave so much and asked for so little in return.

“Then I won’t sleep either.  I want to stay with you.”

Throwing one last glance at the door, you rise to your knees, skirt bunching at the waist as you straddle his hips.  Eyes wide, Gavin starts to move before you stop him, saying “Let me” as you push him back onto the bed before the IV line could pull taut.

You loved how Gavin looked at you, the artless way he wore his heart on his sleeve — showing in the pink of his cheeks, the blush creeping all the way to the tips of pierced ears.  It was a side of him only you were privy to; unguarded and unfiltered.  He watched you now, those amber eyes lit with a dark hunger to follow the motions of your hands: one pulling dampened panties aside as the other spreads glistening lips, guiding his cock along the length of your slit before you ease yourself onto his hard heat.  

Unable to stop the moan that escapes, you slide…lower and lower…until the flesh of your buttocks meets the muscular plane of his pelvis.  But the sensation continues — electricity spreading towards the very pit of the stomach to curl your spine, chest opening to receive all of his love.

Breathing barely controlled, Gavin bites hard on his lip in a bid to stay quiet, unwilling to attract the attention of curious staff.  “God, you feel so good.  I just…just want to move.”

“No, let me…let me be the one to take care of you this time.  Please.”

For the second time that night, Gavin relents, yielding to your exquisite torture even as he fought to leash the animal impulse that spurred him to rip free of the machinery and fuck you until the bed collapsed.  Hands clenching tight around the bedsheet, his knuckles grow white, as if the flimsy fabric were a lifeline keeping him from being swept away each time you lifted and lowered yourself onto him.

For everything about you drove him mad, from the tight, grinding circles you drew with your hips whenever he was fully sheathed, to the clenching embrace of your arousal-slicked walls that held him like no other, as if the entirety of you were created with him in mind.  Or, at least, it was a fantasy he harboured; to think that fate had a hand in ordaining you his sole queen, and him, forever your humble servant.

“Ahh, Gavin!…I…you’re so deep, I’m com—”

You don’t get to finish before your mind blanks.  All you could focus on was the sudden grip of Gavin’s hands on your hips and the shift of your weight forwards when his knees draw up, giving your lover the proper leverage to pound hard and fast into you from below until your arousal pools to drench those six-pack abs.

It nearly overwhelms you; the orgasm that makes you collapse onto Gavin’s chest, the contractions that hit like tidal waves moving through your body.  They spur him on, continuing to fuck you so hard the bed shook, each and every thrust hitting just the right, swollen spot to keep you elevated on that high.  And when you whisper

“I love you”

before your tongue extends to suck the lobe of his ear into your mouth, the tension building in the taut muscles of that perfect body breaks.  

You hear your name leave his lips in a deep moan, feel him leave a part of himself in the secret space between your legs.  Taste the salt of his sweat on kisses laid upon the pulse of his neck.  Waited for his racing heart to slow before telling yours it was okay to do the same.

And when his arms wrap tightly around your body, “I love you, too” returned with palpable affection, you let yourself fall into slumber…knowing that even in dreams, Gavin would meet you there.

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[litteidiot]

Four Seasons With You

Volume one: Chapter 1- Spring

Easter Egg Hunt

Pairing: Victor x Mc

Summary: When an unexpected inconvenience gives you the opportunity to make this day unforgettable for him.

“I’ll see you later.” You chriped on a sunny morning. Basically hopping in front of him, you placed a gentle kiss on his lips before parting.

“So cheery today and the day barely started. Does a certain dummy has something in her mind?” Victor hooked his arm around your waist, giving you another kiss on the forehead. “Oh, it’s nothing, just springtime.” You smiled at him. “And it’s also Easter.” You added. He nod reminding himself about the holiday. Today he was supposed to be at home with you enjoying each other’s company. You made him promise you because he is on his day off he won’t look at any document nor report. He is yours only.

But last night in some ungodly hour, the management crew gave him a call, about some hiccups what occurred with the overseas department. The negotiation to collaborate with the new American company took a bad turn and they refused to do anything further if they can’t talk with the CEO of LFG. So it meant he has to go in for an impromptu meeting.

“I’ll make it up for you when I’ll get back.” He pulled you close again, hinting another soft kiss on your temple. It was still early in the morning. He tried to get up beside you without disturbing your sleep, but when you didn’t feel his warmth anymore, you woke up and followed him to the kitchen. You shook your head in refusal. “Don’t rush the meeting because you want to get back home earlier for me. Take your time I know you were in contact with this company for a long time. I’ll see you when you finished.” You smiled at him.

You know this deal can benefit LFG’s future in the overseas market. So of course you don’t want this to end badly because of some holiday. “Even though it means two batches of pudding.” The sweet smile on your makeup free face turned into a mischievous and greedy grin. “Such a dummy. Always thinking about her stomach.” He murmured pretending to be annoyed, but you knew this man long enough to know he will grant your wish. “When I get home I better not see chicklets, bunnies and an idiot running around the house.” With that he closed the door behind him and left.

While you made yourself a light breakfast, what only contained toast and eggs, your mind was furiously racing on how to spend the time while waiting for your boyfriend. As you kept musing on the possibilities on how to spend the day, you gradually remembered the little surprises you left in Victor’s office while you waited for him to finish his meeting a couple days back. A prankish smile tugged on your lips. Shoving down the remaining bites of your meal, and taking a few more sips of the coffee you hurried away to get dressed.

Walking in the step in closet you chose a casual wear for the day. Pushing and flipping the hanged up clothing articles you eventually found a nice beige colored dress among the many formal and ridiculously expensive clothings. When you became Victor’s partner and after the media acknowledged this information you got invitations to balls and fancier parties. It was a natural requirement you had to look high class just like him. Your boyfriend mercilessly spoiled you rotten with fancier and fancier dresses, personally tailored to your sizes by the finest taylors he could find. As the collection grew, it swallowed all your older clothes. The dress you posed with in front of the body sized mirror was like a scavenger hunt amongst the many night gowns and suit dresses.

Quickly putting on your chosen outfit, you left the penthouse in a hurry, barely being able to snatch your purse on the coat hanger. You were having an intense race with time. To not blow up your sudden Easter surprise you tried to do the shopping as quickly as possible. You don’t know when Victor comes home so it added another reason to make this fast.

***

“Goldman, the management team better have a good reason to call me in, because I have a better place to be today.” Victor’s stern voice echoed through his office the moment he stepped in. Several moments of keyboard clicking later Goldman began with his speach.

“The possible partner we are trying to convince suddenly got a more appealing offer from a different company. The deal was that the company will sponsor them PR commercials and advertisings, they can keep their position in the stock market and can have sixty percent of the income.” He said, flipping back and forth on the tablet.

“I see.— Victor rested his chin on his hands— “Remind me please about the deal LFG offered.” The assistant cleared his throat, opening the files what contained the agreement. “Comparing to the new proposal our offer is lacking. Because of their crash in the marketing area lately, you decided to not offer munch in case the collaboration would backfire.” After minutes of thinking, what felt like centuries Victor finally spoke up.

“Rewrite our proposal. Tell them LFG will ensure their stay in the stock market, and will back it up if any unpleasant problmes happens. Also mention they have a two months recovery time and we will give one hundred percent sponsorship with the possibility to function as an independent company like Kiseki Entertainment. This is the best deal they can get and they know it.”

From the very first moment, Kiseki Entertainment functioned independently. Under his guidance, you bloomed into a successful company in barely two years, becoming one of the most productive investments amongst the very few freelancers under LFG. “Arrange an online meeting in twenty minutes. During that, — he stood up, to make his way to one of the conference room— “collect informations about our opponent what can be used for LFG’s advantages.” Goldman nodded already holding his phone to his ear, summoning the staff needed for the conference.

“Anything else you want t— is that an Easter egg?” Goldman pointed at the bunch of tiny colorful eggs scattered around the coffee table. The more he looked the more he noticed. On the shelves, between Victor’s compture, on the coat hangers.

“Goldman who was the last person in my office?” He asked, walking around removing the candy eggs from their places.“Until this morning no one was in here. A few days ago only Ms. Mc stayed here, waiting for you to finish the meeting.”

Victor sighed.

Of course it was you.

***

You looked at the row of numbers at the screen, your purse, and then the ridiculous amount of Easter eggs piled up behind you. Maybe you carried away a little bit.

“Uh, excuse me for a second.” You kept digging in your purse in hope you will find your credit card. After minutes of unsuccessful searching you started to panic a little.

Your plan was to buy plenty of Eggs and hide them all around the mansion. You bought chocolate eggs and plastic eggs in all sizes and colors. Also a pink rabbit onesie because you couldn’t insist. You just didn’t expect the price what came with it.

“I’m sorry Miss, but you are keeping up the row. Do you wish to purchase these items?” The cashier lady asked what made you squeak and panic more. “Please debit these items on Victor Li’s account!” You blurted out. The cashier nodded typing away the informations. “Everything is settled, have a pleasant Easter.” The lady smiled handing you the bags. Thanking her and wishing for the same you made your way home. If you knew ypu will end up with multiple bags you will take the car.

“I’m back.” You opened the door of the house placing the bags on the floor. A small meow eachoed at the corner, a cat trotted towards you. “Hi Pudding, mommy is back.” You bent down to pick up the cat, a light huff leaving your lips. “Victor feeds you too well.” You giggle pocking at the fat at the cat’s belly. “I will bring some Easter spirit into this big house will you help me?” Like the animal just understood you, Pudding meowed and with a hop she escaped your embrace and walked away. Lazy cat.

Shrugging it off you unpacked and stared to hide all the eggs around the house. In the kitchen, the coffee table, the couch, hangers, in his suits. In other words you hide them everywhere you found it suitable. Now all you had to do is wait for his return.

***

Several hours passed, the sun was about to go down when he finally came home. Tossing away the book you were reading, you jogged to the entrance to greet him. “Welcome home!” You smiled at him, what left your face in a second. “Is everything alright at LFG?” You furrowed your eyebrows in conern when you saw his expression. “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” He said. “Nothing is wrong, my plans just takes a little more time to be accomplished.” Victor pulled you to his side, giving a kiss on the top of your head. “Let me make up for you with a dinner. It’s your call, I’ll make you anything.” He unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and rolled it up while walking in the kitchen.

“Pudding!” You smiled, Victor rolled his eyes at your remark. “Dummy, you want pudding for dinner?” He asked opening the fridge. “What is that?” He held a green chocolate egg in his hand. “Ah, I see. We are mischievous today.” A smile crept up on the corner of his lips, putting the sweet aside. “So I assume the plenty of chocolate in my office was your doing too.”

“I have no idea what are you talking about.” You shuffled away. “I didn’t do anything.” He chuckled. “Of course you didn’t, those eggs are from the Easter Bunny. So what do you like to eat?” He asked again getting the pots and pans ready. Without a word he put another handful of eggs aside, making it harder for you to comtain the fit of laughter what is about to erupt from your chest.

“Beef ribs would be fine.” You composed yourself. Victor nodded and began to prepare the dish. “So tell me, what were you doing all day?” He asked putting away another egg when he opened the cabinet where the seasonings were. “Aside from scattering sweets all over the kitchen.” A soft giggle left your lips. “Just the usual. I cleaned up, fed the cat. You knows, the things I usually do.” You chatted nonchalantly, like having Easter eggs around the house is ordinary.

“Why you are so clingy all off a sudden?” He lookes at you in confusion when he notices you are following his every step with your eyes. “What? No, I’m not!” You grinned, getting more eager every time he found an egg.

But what you didn’t know that the more he found the more annyed he got. He saw Easter eggs everywhere. On the kitchen counter, in the fridge, on the cabinets even in the cat bowl. But he didn’t have the heart to tell you. You waited for him all day so he can bear with your pranks a little longer.

He didn’t know what will coming.

“The ribs are almost ready.” He closed the oven after flipping them in the pan. “It’s smells so good.” You hummed, mouth already watering just from imagining how smoothly you knife will slide through the juicy ribs.

“I’ll go set the table.” You hopped down from the barstool and opened one of the cabinets to get the plates. While you clattered with the utensils, Victor opened his phone to check the notification he got from his bank during the meeting. The numbers he saw is what made him finally snap.

“What did you do?!” He exclaimed, looking at you, eyes wide as saucers. His sudden harsh tone startled you, almost making you drop the plates you balanced in your hands. “$150?! What did you buy?!” He questioned, his eyes shooting daggers at you. He sighed. “Don’t tell me all that were for chocolate eggs! Are you out of your mind?” He raised his voice at you, his eyes casting a frightening shade. The last time he looked at you this way when you barged in his office, demanding for funding. And that was many years ago. You flinched under his cold stare.

“I’m sorry.— you put everything in your hands down— “I-I’ll go clean that up.” With that you left the kitchen, and disappeared at the corner.

“Mc, wait.” He called after you, immediately regretting the way he spoke to you. A wave of guilt went over him when he caught up to you in the living room. Like you said, you obediently rummaged around to find the eggs. And it would be fine if you wouldn’t sniffling quietly, occasionally reaching up to wipe your eyes. And he hates it when you cry. And despise it if he’s the reason behind your tears. He didn’t mean to be this harsh with you. Or at all.

“Mc.” Victor called your name. Looking at the source of his voice you wiped off your tears in a quick motion. “Don’t bother, — you turned back, to hide your bloodshot eyes.— “I’ll get everything done. Go set up the dinner.” His heart ached, watching you turning away to hide your tears from him.

“No.” He walked up to you, folding you into a hug. “Today I almost lost the client I negotiated for weeks. They got a better offer and I had to change plans. The meeting was unplanned, I should’ve been at home with you.” He murmured into your ear. You stood there in sock while he kept talking.

“So I got frustrated. I shouldn’t have to release my anger on you. You just wanted to spend this day with me. I’m sorry.” He apologized. You on the other hand was shocked. Your boyfriend is a prideful person. And goddamn, he is also stubborn just as much like you are. The man you get to know almost never makes mistakes and if he does, the ground can crack, there’s no money in this world for him to make him admit it. He had to regret his actions very much to muster out an apology.

“It’s okay.” You turned to face him, knowing he meant it. Reaching up you scarping your fingers through his soft and well kept hair. “It was my fault after all. I went overboard with the sweets. And I scattered them all around the house.” You added. “Dummy.” He sighed, a relieved smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw you are hot angry at him. A soft giggle escaped your lips, remembering again how many chocolate eggs you hide in this big house.

“This looks better.” He pulled away, wiping the remaining tears from the corner of your eyes. “From now on just smile only. It looks better on you than the tears.” A pink color appeared on your face. When this stone cold man get so romantic?

“I’ll go pick up the eggs. Just keep making the dinner I’ll be fine.” You turned around and walked away.

***

“Almost got it!” You stretched further, balancing with a net in your hand while Victor had a firm grip on your hip. You were practically levitating above the pool to reach for the plastic egg at the bottom. Victor during that grew some gray hair.“I can’t believe you literally threw eggs in the pool. What if I’m not around? You straight up jump in?” You glared at him above your shoulders. “Hold me still or let me go. I can get them myself.” You puffed up your cheeks and reached further.

“Idiot, you can’t even swim.” He sighed. “Mc, stop wiggling you going to fall in!” And like this is what gravity waited for, you slipped on the wet tile, you fell in dragging Victor with yourself. With a swift motion, he scooped you up in his arms and brought you up in the surface. “I told you to hold me!” You screeched between coughs. “If you wouldn’t throw eggs in here like an idiot you are we wouldn’t be in this situation.” He fired back sitting you on the edge of the pool and then he climbed out himself.

“Dummy.” He sighed for the millionths time today, draping you in a towel. “Go get changed or you’ll catch a cold.” He helped you up. In that moment a little smirk appeared on your face, and it stretched wider. “What is it? Don’t tell me you still have eggs.” Victor sighed, a miserable look on his face. “Nothing.” You smiled and ran away.

“How many times I have to tell you? Don’t run by the pool!” He yelled after you but you were already outside. Grabbing the paperbag left on the bedroom you hurried away to the shower. After taking a shower you put on the pink, fuzzy bunny onsie you bought today. Stepping out your bringht pink color looked way too odd compared to the black and claret themed bedroom you two shared.

“What on earth are you wearing this time?” Victor looked at you from the bed. While waiting, he used the guests bathroom and changed into a black silk sleepwear. You giggled and hopped in next to him. “I didn’t remember keeping a rabbit at home.” He chuckled. “Childish.” He added. Rolling your eyes at his comment you laid down besides him. “Today is still Easter so I’m excused.”

“You have 5 more minutes to be like this.” He looked at the clock on the wall. “Then we are stretching it till tomorrow because I’m not changing.” You turned to face him.

Putting down his phone on the bedside table, Victor pulled you closer to his body. “I’ll make it up for you for being away. And for yelling at you.” He sighed, pressing his lips on the top of your head. As he moved closer to you something pierced into his side. Reaching to get it a small plastic egg was in his hand.

“Dummy.”

Your cheerful laugh echoed through the bedroom.

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Eyes

I am neck-deep in Gavin feels right now, so here, have some self-indulgent sexy Gavin! Sometimes I forget how destructive his charm can be 😩💕

Pairing: Gavin x Reader Warnings: Suggestive! Word Count: 1,169  Genres: Fluff 

“Gavin, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” 

Before you even realized it, the words were out of your mouth. Gavin walked out of the kitchen gulping down a chilled bottle of water, having just taken a shower. He glanced at you, sitting on the couch, your phone in your hands and an affectionate smile on your face and coughed awkwardly, feeling his face flush. “Ahem... what brought this on all of a sudden?”

“No reason,” You replied. “It’s just that I was going through some old photos of us and I wanted to tell you. Your eyes...”

Your words died down, your eyes finally landing on the brown-haired young man who had just walked out of the shower. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of old faded jeans that hung low on his narrow hips and a towel wrapped around his shoulders. Drips of water slid down the smooth strands of his hair and unto his finely built torso. The warm lighting in the room gave his tan skin an exceptionally sexy glow and you swallowed involuntarily, suddenly feeling parched. 

“Uh... well...” Not knowing where to look, and hoping that Gavin didn’t catch you staring, you glanced up at his face. 

Too late. Gavin’s eyes carried a mischievous glint within them, letting you know that he’d already seen right through you. Your cheeks burned at the realization and you watched as he placed the water bottle down and walked up to you, trying to control the thunderous volume of your heartbeat. 

“What about my eyes, hmm?” He murmured, planting his hands on the back of the couch, caging you within the confines of his arms. His smile was affectionate, which only seemed to add to his sudden allure, and you felt your temperature spike as his warm breath brushed against your face.

Unable to bear looking into his eyes anymore, you furtively looked down at your phone. “I-I just find your eyes to be really attractive. They’re a really really warm color. In fact, your eyes are the reason that amber is now my favorite color.”

You heard a low chuckle from above you and you felt his fingers brush against your cheek as Gavin tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Do you wanna know what I think of your eyes?” 

You glanced up, curiosity getting the better of you, and you melted at the love that was melded into his gaze, your brain at once turning to mush. Gavin dropped a light kiss against your forehead, making your breath hitch. “I love the way your eyes look when they light up at the sight of me...”

He dropped another kiss on the tip of your nose and your heart leapt. “I also like the way they look when you’re thinking about me...”

Another kiss fell on your cheek. “Also, when your focused... I like your eyes then too.”

You felt another on the shell of your ear, his warm whispers sending a tingle down your spine and making your toes curl pleasantly. “I especially liked the way you looked at me earlier...” 

His kisses travelled down to your throat, making sure to avoid your lips deliberately, while his fingers tugged at the spaghetti straps of your tank-top. Your heart was as loud as a drum, and you bit your lip involuntarily, no doubt feeling yourself fall apart from his gentle ministrations.

“Ga-Gavin...” Your whisper was rasp, and desperate, wanting him to take the next step. Your itchy fingers reached up to grab at his towel, to pull him closer to you, desperate to close the distance between your bodies.

It was easy getting lost in each other. Too easy. After all, the two of you would spend so much time apart from each other because of your jobs, that the longing to be together would reach an almost painful degree. Especially for you, there would always be this ominous cloud looming over your head on whether Gavin was doing okay or not, wherever he was.

So it wasn’t really a surprise that when the two of you moved in together, you almost always couldn’t keep your hands off each other.  

Within no time, the towel found itself discarded on the floor and the two pairs of lips sealed tightly together. Having just taken a bath, Gavin’s soapy and refreshing scent wafted into your nose, intoxicating you. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his mouth hungry and ravenous as he slid his knee in the gap between your legs.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue swipe across your lips, begging for entrance, and you complied. Gavin’s lips and tongue were cool, probably due to the water he drank earlier, but that didn’t last for long. The warm temperature from the bathroom still clung to his body, setting every inch of your skin ablaze as you arched your body into him.

Gavin’s body was like that of a rock’s - no - like an entire mountain. Firm and strong, shielding you from all harm and danger. Just like his unrestrained spirit. But it was nothing but an outer shell for the soft and beautiful heart that lay beneath it. A heart that you had sworn to protect your whole life, no matter what.

Overwhelmed with emotion, your arms twined around his neck unabashedly, trying to bring yourself closer to him. Feeling mischievous, you narrowly opened your eyes slightly to sneak a peek at him. 

His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes trembling, as if they would flutter open at any second. He seemed completely absorbed in the kiss, but you didn’t miss the bright red tips of his ears, adding that hint of boyish charm to his devilishly handsome features. You teasingly traced over the rims of his ears with your fingers, earning a gentle bite of protest from him.  

Gavin didn’t plan on keeping his hands idle either. One of them buried itself in your hair, tenderly lacing his fingers between the strands, keeping you in place, while the other slipped under the hem of your tank-top. 

His hand was like hot iron, searing into your skin as it crept up higher and higher...

“Gavin..!” You gasped, breaking apart from the all-consuming kiss, your labored breaths entwining in the space between the two of you. Gavin’s eyes - the only pair of eyes you’d find yourself weak to - met your own, their usually warm glow now also carrying with it an irresistible temptation.

Those eyes were going to be the end of you.

Feeling guilty for breaking up the earlier atmosphere, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, whispering softly. “Not here, please.”

“Mmm, okay.” His smile against your lips was undoubtedly teasing.

Before you could tell what was happening, you felt two strong arms wrap around you as Gavin lifted you in a bridal hold, carrying you towards your shared bedroom, the door closing behind you with a resounding ‘click!’

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CW: infertility

As the high of their mutual release faded, Gavin found that her sobs, which would usually subside by now, grew stronger. Instantly, worry gripped his heart. Had he hurt her? He made a point of constantly communicating during their lovemaking. Had he overlooked something?

“MC, what’s wrong?'' he said, loosening his embrace on her. She refused to separate from him, clinging onto him while burying her face in his chest. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Give me a moment,” she said, trying to take deep breaths. Relief washed over him but was almost immediately replaced with worry again. Gavin used his free hand to wipe her tears.

”What’s wrong?” he repeated softly. “Talk to me.” After a moment, she spoke, more composed than before.

“It’s getting to me again,” she whispered, looking down at their intertwined bodies. 

“Ah,” thought Gavin. He gripped her tightly once more. It had been almost three years since they started trying for a baby. It had been one and a half years since they found out they would not be able to conceive.

It had all started with her crusade. Something that began almost immediately after the start of their romantic relationship.

“Gavin, you’re so good to me. You always go along with what I want, but I want to learn more about your likes and interests,” she had said. He tried to no avail to convince her that her happiness was all he truly desired. Unsurprisingly, she won that argument, and he began to make an effort in recognizing and sharing his wants and needs. He became better at it too. And began sharing not just favorite colors or preferred meals, but deeper things like his hopes, dreams, and fears.

“So, I know I said I wasn’t interested in having children anytime soon. But I think you agreed with me a little too fast,” she said one night. Gavin froze momentarily at the slight topic change. He put his chopsticks down and thought for a moment.

“I think,” he said slowly. “I was fine with you making the decision for us. I’ve always had some fears regarding fatherhood, though I admit the thought of you carrying our child…” He coughed, turning away. His face betrayed him and she pounced. She warmed up to the idea rather quickly, despite no pushing on Gavin’s part. At some point, they stopped using protection, and Gavin came to realize how much that turned him on. Their curiosity turned into concern as their lovemaking produced no results after almost a year. He couldn’t help but blame himself for opening Pandora’s box, for not leaving well enough alone, especially in moments like these, when the pain on the face of the woman he loved was tearing him to shreds.

“Shhh, my love,” he said soothingly, gripping her as if determined to take in all her grief. “You are my everything and more. You have given me such a wonderful life. We are whole and complete as we are.”

“But Gavin…” she whispered.

“No,” he said firmly. “I love you. It has to be you.” She sighed. Her unsaid questions answered. They lay quietly together until sleep overtook them both.

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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. 

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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~

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I freaking love Gavin. I felt like this really captured him.

Gavin + MC “Anything For You~.”

Rating: Smut

QuickFics Drabble

Prompt: “What? Does that feel good?” + “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice Fanfiction

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Your fingers jabbed into Gavin’s side, making him double over with laughter. Your bodies tangled in the sheets, twisting together effortlessly. His body was solid, dense as he held you against his chest and laughed. 

“Hey! Hahaha, stop that-” He inhaled as you didn’t relent. “That tickles!” 

You felt safe in his grasp, like nothing in this world could rip you from his strong arms. 

“Sorry,” You giggled. “I just like to hear your laugh.” Your words rang true, nuzzling your face in his neck. 

Gavin caught his breath but kept on high alert for any sneak attacks. He wiggled as your hand moved near his side again. 

“Is that so? Well,” He flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion. Your head collided with the plush pillow, and your hair spilled around your face. You laughed at the suddenness and the adrenaline spike. “I like hearing your laugh too.” 

His eyes held a gentleness that you didn’t see often. His arms were wrapped around your body in a firm embrace while his ash brown hair tickled your cheeks. He moved down to your neck and nuzzled playfully. 

Another laugh erupted from you, and he looked back at you with a smile. 

“You know, I could stay in bed like this all day with you.” Gavin’s honesty was a breath of fresh air. His open heart was your favorite part of your new relationship with one another. 

“I’d like that too.” You beamed up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“But,” His voice dropped, moving his lips just above your own. “I could also do this all day.” He pressed down firmly to your mouth, muffling your gasp. His tongue was eager to slip past the slit in your lips as the kiss seared. 

“Mmm-” You hummed when his palm moved up your torso. 

“What?” His voice was lower now, a whisper as he breathed life into the kiss. “Does that feel good?” He let his hand roam, up, and up until he was just shy of your chest. 

The pajama top you wore made the feeling of cool fabric gliding along your heated skin feel refreshing. 

“Um, yeah~” You looked up at him and met his amber stare with your own heated gaze. 

“Do you like it when I touch you… here?” Gavin spoke in hushed tones as his hand cupped your breast. He rubbed his thumb over the fabric and teased the sensitive nub. 

“Y-yes,” You mewled, pushing your head up to press another kiss to his lips. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it. I want to please you always.” 

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Thank you so much, Anon for celebrating my one year anniversary with me!

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[timelessduet]

In His Eyes

Gavin’s Eyes (His Light)

The Bai family wasn’t exactly the best family. Although the family head was a military top brass and had a kind wife for his two sons, it was anything but perfect.

Despite that, Gavin led a happy and simple life with his mom and younger brother. He didn’t have a good relationship with his dad but the love and care of his mother was more than enough for him.

Hidden from the public’s knowledge, the military force was experimenting on the existence of evolvers. They were people who possessed evol capable of using supernatural powers and abilities.

It pained Gavin to think his little brother had to be taken away because he was nothing more but the eldest son who did not have evol genes like his father wanted. His father told him he will be unable to protect the people he loved being in the useless state he was in.

It wasn’t true. He could also protect the people he love soon… once he was old enough. Gavin will protect them just as his mother told him. That was what HE earnestly hoped pleaded for in the bottom of his heart.

And yet even all of that had to be shattered in his very eyes. Gavin swore to protect his mother and prove his father wrong that even without having any evol, he was indeed capable of strength and protection. But a fire burned down everything to the ground… his home, his mom, and everything else crumbled apart together with them.

Complete darkness filled Gavin’s life. He was scared terrified that if he wasn’t strong enough, the people he cared about the most would either leave or disappear. These thoughts haunted him but as if like a needed miracle, something sparked one of his fond memories.

“Maybe Dad’s right. If I don’t have evol, I won’t have the strength to protect you just as I did with my little brother. I’ll end up losing you too, Mom.” Gavin said dejected and almost near to tears.

“Oh Little Gav, you will never lose mommy. I will always be here for you. But I will be honest in the future, you will meet and part with people. That’s just how life is. One thing I could assure you is you’ll have a certain person you are meant to lose… but in the end she will end up coming back to you.” Gavin’s mother said softly patting his head and giving him a reassuring smile.

Gavin continued living like his late mother would want him to. He tried to still be a normal teenager despite everything he’s been through. And like every other young man, he met this girl.

It was peculiar to see someone still in campus considering the heavy rain. What really caught Gavin’s attention was her shielding a cat from heavy rain in order to feed it despite getting drenched herself.

It was none of his business but something tugged his heart causing him to give his own jacket without a word to her. Gavin didn’t know who that girl was but what was it that drove him into doing something out of character?

As time went by Gavin continued living the way he wanted to. He protected those who were weak and hurting even at the expense of seeming like a bad guy, thug, or delinquent in everyone’s eyes. It didn’t matter.

Soon, he had to face a gang he fought against before. Gavin was strong but being unfairly outnumbered, things didn’t end well. He was pushed to the edge of the rooftop.

They say before you die, your life flashes in your very eyes. He was about to die but Gavin found it comforting. The pain and suffering was all finally going to end as he was slowly falling… until he saw and heard her playing the piano in the music room as he fell.

“… Protect her.” Unaware, the girl who was just playing the piano in a fine afternoon, became Gavin’s salvation. From then onwards, he swore to be her protector with the evol powers she helped awoken.

It didn’t surprise him though when his father forced him to leave his high school. He didn’t want to but he had to get stronger. Gavin then decided it was the right thing to do that day… a bloody letter containing his most sincere feelings.

The girl didn’t meet Gavin. He only wanted to say his farewell but he thought it was okay. He will definitely meet you again when he’s finally stronger and someone capable of protection.

Through the years, Gavin trained hard and went through several life-threatening missions. With hard work and determination, he was able to become the Captain of the Special Task Force.

After all the time that has passed, it was time to reunite with her again. Gavin found out she was an evolver. Although her powers didn’t cause harm, he still wanted to watch over her from the skies.

Like fate had planned, they were reunited. It wasn’t exactly a touching reunion where she had a startled expression which was obviously because she thought he would end up being a criminal and not someone who catches criminals. But Gavin wouldn’t have had it any other way. She didn’t understand him at first but as they spent time together, she finally saw.

Gavin wasn’t bad as the people in high school painted him to be. He was only protecting those who were unable to protect themselves. He may look heartless and uncaring but underneath he was warm and kind. A guy who had such a strong and intimidating front yet was very shy and awkward in front of her.

“Senior Gavin, you are doing very well. I’m sure the people you love are very proud of you. They say light shines through the darkness but in life, we step in darkness to eventually see the light right?” She was right. Gavin always had to stay in the dark to protect anyone without falter. But in his eyes, those darkest times also meant his shining light guides awaits him.

[purple-cat-demon]

Welcome to PCD's Masterlist!

Finally was able to compile all my fics into one section! Thank you @playheej for step by step help!

The majority of the fics I've written are centered around Gavin and MC from Mr. Love: Queen's Choice. My MC's name in the game is Hazel~

I do plan on expanding my fic horizons and possibly adding the other guys from the game as well. I've already added Shaw, and I have a Lucien fic in the writing stages.

~Thank you all who have read/enjoyed my works~

•Drabbles:

Bittersweet Gavin x Hazel

Panic Attack Gavin x Hazel

His Nightmare Gavin x Hazel

•Familial Warmth Series (High School AU):

Familial Warmth

Familial Warmth part 2: Ghosts of the Past

Familial Warmth part 3: A Friendship Blooms

Familial Warmth part 4: The Send Off

•NSFW 18+ Content:

His Tiny Dancer Gavin x Hazel

His and Her Gifts Gavin x Hazel

His Birthday Surprise Gavin x Hazel

Her Big Bad Wolf Gavin x Hazel

Save Water Gavin x Hazel

Sweet Sensuality Gavin x Hazel

Operation Pazuri Gavin x Hazel

Feeling Adventurous Gavin x Hazel

Two Can Play That Game Shaw x Addy (my OC)

•Forever Starts Under the Ginkgo Tree

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 🔞 Part 9 🔞 Final

Miscellaneous

Ramen soup recipe

[thewritingsofadummy]

Be Greedy, At Least With Me

Pairing: Gavin/Reader

Summary: To have Gavin voice his desires, what he truly wants, always proved to be a challenge.

Word count: 2,250

A/N: the literal first few notes of this fic that I had written down were just “I wanna suck the soul out of this man’s d*ck” so I think that’s really all I can add to this for you to know what to expect avhgcjhbxn also I’m sorry this took a year, a lot of other things got put on my plate in the time between

Not safe for the kiddos below the cut (+18)

How a cup of tea after Gavin had walked you home from your date led to the mix of tongues and teeth on your couch you couldn’t place, though it truly wasn’t out of the ordinary. One kiss always led to two to twenty, and before you knew it, a noise complaint would make it to your door the next morning.

And tonight was no different, a hold he had on your jaw as he angled you against him, desperate to deepen the kiss with every little movement. The scent of his cologne filling your senses, intoxicating along with the taste of his tongue. His body flush against your own, warming you better than any cup of tea.

As soon as his hand landed on your breast, squeezing slightly from outside your shirt, you moved to straddle his hips. His movements stilled for a second, feeling the radiating tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks inches from your own. It didn’t matter how often this happened or how used to this he was, it never eased his nervousness.

He could feel the small smile forming on your lips as you took ahold of his hand, parting from him as you brought his palm up to your lips for a few short presses. With every kiss, they inched up his digits until they landed on his fingertips.

One last press on his middle finger and your tongue darted out to press against them. Before he could even say anything, you closed your lips around his digits, lightly sucking as you met his gaze. The blush on his cheeks deepened in color the further down his fingers you inched, and the feel of your tongue lapping and parting them had him breathless.

Once you were up to his knuckles, you could see the underlying lust burn in his eyes. Every want and desire he had surfacing and you could see it in the way his own lips parted but stopped short of any words. He couldn’t find it in him to say what he wanted, instead watching as you continued taking his digits, feeling them hit the back of your throat.

The slight gag he felt on his fingertips had him swallowing hard, the lump in his throat bobbing visibly; feeling his growing erection between your legs twitch under you.

Your mouth slowly withdrew, releasing his fingers as a string of saliva connected the two of you. He eyed your wet lips with a newfound captivation, leaning forward to press his own to them. His fingers found their way to your hair, tangling with them as he deepened the kiss.

He was almost desperate to feel you flush against him, one hand cradling under your jaw and the other on your waist to pull you to him. Every synchronized movement against your lips searing and seeping with raw lust. Nothing mattered more in this moment than the uninhibited desire to feel each other, to be as close as possible.

Pulling away, your plump, swollen lips entranced him entirely. To say he was enamored wouldn’t encompass the burning fervor in his chest; a feeling he knew all too well when it came to you. He leaned forward again, intent of capturing them again only to meet your index finger.

“Let me take care of you.”

The knitted brows and tilt of his head had you stifling a laugh at his confused expression. It wasn’t until you moved off him and in between his legs that he picked up on what you meant, shifting to a small panic as he tried to stop you.

“MC, you really don’t have to-“

“But I want to.”

Your hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly as you maintained eye contact. Eye contact that felt all the more difficult to hold as you fought the urge to shy away from your actions. You tugged them off with his assistance, taken aback by the size of the tent in his briefs; gulping to swallow the nervousness that almost surfaced.

“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, Gavin,” you said just above a whisper, lips moving to kiss the band around his waist as you pulled them down. He hissed at the feeling of his erection released from its confines, “I want to see you unravel the same way you’ve made me. I want to watch your face twinge in pleasure from what I’m doing to you. I want to hear you gasp my name like a needy plea.”

Your lips made a tantalizing trail from the base of his shaft up to his tip, following the vein on the under side. Eyes flicking up to meet the astonished look on his face, mouth agape as he tried to fumble for anything to say, but his voice seeming to fail him.

“Let me?”

Your question felt bold in this moment, as if you had just confessed to every sinful thought you’d ever had and were awaiting clemency. He couldn’t find it in him to speak up, instead nodding in assurance with an expectant gaze.

The hand on his hip moved to wrap around his length, a light grip as you worked him from base to tip. He cursed under his breath at the contact, head lulling back for a moment before observing you again.

The sight of you between his legs, pumping his cock steadily, was almost too much for him. He bit his knuckles as he tried to suppress the moans that brimmed from his chest. You could see his muscles flexing under his shirt, using your other hand to lift and get a better view; noticing his cheeks flush just a bit deeper at that. 

“This really is much better than any time I’ve imagined it,“ he more said to himself, unaware of the words he said aloud.

“You’ve thought about this before?” You quipped as you bit your lip, “When?”

He averted his gaze, cheeks tinging even deeper in pink out of embarrassment, “Usually late at night.”

“And tell me,” you teased, fingers playfully tracing the veins under his cock, “do you touch yourself when these thoughts come up?”

He fell stunned at your dauntless question, unsure of whether to answer or not. Your sultry gaze fixed entirely on his own left him without a word in response, gulping as if to swallow the answer down before they slipped from his lips on their own. To speak his mind, what he truly thought, seemed all the more challenging in this moment. Never had he seen such a side to you, and he’d be lying to say it didn’t stir something in him. And yet, he wanted to abide to your desire of hearing his response.

“I-“ he stuttered, clearing his throat before pressing on, “I do.”

“Gavin,” you gasped in faux shock, a sly grin spreading, “I never realized how naughty you could be.”

Before he could respond, averting his gaze to hide the ever-growing blush, the feeling of your wet tongue lapping his tip stopped any words from making their way passed his lips. Instead, a breathy moan took the place of any coursing thought, followed by one after the other as your tongue swirled his head; a mix of saliva and precum coating him.

His head tilted back, eyes pressed shut as he focused entirely on the feeling of your mouth around him. Lips wrapped tightly around his member, tongue pressing and sliding along with every bob. You hollowed your cheeks to take him deeper, hand pumping what you couldn’t reach. His fingers carded through your locks, staying there as he let you go at your own pace.

His demeanor felt stiff, refraining from anything aside from his light grip and the low groans he’d let slip. You could feel his hesitancy to let his hands roam, to take the initiative to make you take him deeper. Every deep crease and line in his face hinted at a restraint he wouldn’t dare let go.

“Gavin,” you whispered, your hot breath tickling over his head as you released him, “You can enjoy this. You can even do whatever you want to me in this moment.”

The sensual gaze pierced through him with a mix of concern in your furrowed brows. It was hard to look anywhere but, entranced yet comforted in the deep color of your irises. Even as your hand still worked him, what truly had him in awe was the way it seemed like you could see right through him, right to his core and reading him like book; a book even he wasn’t familiar with.

“If you want to fuck my face, I won’t stop you,” your crude, naughty words stunning him even further, “Be selfish, entirely greedy for me.”

The shock in him settled as he continued to eye you. His fingers inched towards your cheek, nimble in their movements and careful to barely graze your skin. He couldn’t help but relish in the bit of innocence he saw in your eyes, admiring how cute you looked when just staring at him with that curious look. Nothing in him wanted to sully that perfect image, not when he was the one doing it.

His fingers moved to cup your face, thumb soothing the skin under it as he tried to steady his breathing. Any attempt at trying to regulate his rapidly beating heart only served to make it worse, thumping in his ears as you still pumped him steadily. But your bold words made him want to be just as audacious.

“Can I…” his voice trailed, hesitancy thick in his words as he pressed on, “Can I really be selfish? I don’t want to hurt y-“

“You’re not going to hurt me, I know you wouldn’t.”

The amount of trust you placed on him with your reassuring words somehow melted his reluctance instantly. As he took a deep breath, his eyes followed the trail his hand made from your cheek to carding through your hair. The strands between his knuckles grounded him in a way he couldn’t place, but it gave him the bolster he needed. With a light grasp, one you could barely feel, he nudged your face forward, signaling for you to go on.

Your lips wrapped back around him eagerly, tongue playing with his slit and the ridge of his head. The gasp through gritted teeth had you fighting back a grin as you took him deeper, your name rolling off his lips like a devoted prayer. You were intentional in going as painstakingly slow and stagnant as you could, waiting for him to take the control you handed to him on a silver platter. Yet, there was still a part of him that couldn’t will himself to fully giving in; the smallest amount of guidance from a light grip.

As gentle as he was, you could feel his restraints loosen the further down his shaft you went. Taking him deeper with every slight bob of your mouth, it made him more receptive. As soon as you were up to his hilt, you let out a soft hum around him, loosening the groan lodged in his throat. That was all it took, all he needed, for his willpower to falter.

Just like that, a switch in him flipped. A desire he never knew he had, a sensation he had yet to experience, and it made him want more. The fingers in your hair tightened ever so slightly before he pulled you back a bit only to push you back down onto him.

Once he hit the back of your throat, you gagged around his cock; the drool in your mouth spilling over and onto him at that. You caught the alarming look he gave, worrying that he hurt you, but you only continued your ministrations; assuring him that you were fine with a single glance. Gagging around him one more time, he couldn’t fight the moan that trickled from his lips, your name following.

“Good girl,” his voice low, followed by a deep groan as he jerked up at a particularly sensitive spot. The flutter in your stomach sending a jolt up your spine at his praise.

His hips lifted in tandem with your mouth, feeling his release coming close. The moans that filled the room became more needy with every passing second, picking up your pace only to hear it increase in volume. His eyes shut tight, hands balling into fists in your hair, as the coil wound tight in him burst.

The blissed out look on his face was one you would engrave in your mind for years to come, knowing you’ll never tire of the sight as he came down in tremors. Your mouth still around him as you milked him for every bit of cum, watching as he still came down from his high.

His body became lax against the couch, trying to catch his breath. Something about this moment filled you with affection for him, a pure adoration that filled your heart had you moving up him and reaching for his lips. As soon as you pressed them to his, his hands caught both your wrists. Before you could process, he flipped you on your back, pinning you to the couch as his lips kissed under your earlobe.

“Now,” he whispered, trailing down the nape of your neck, “Let me take care of you.”

Even when you asked him to be greedy, it truly wasn’t in his nature.

[litteidiot]

Request: Hi! From the prompts, can I request fluff 3 with Gavin??? ❤️🥰 Let's love our birdcop.

Prompt: “Have you seen my hoodie? “Nooo.” “You are wearing it, aren’t you?”

Note from Manager Nettie: A small prompt she found in the library’s storage room is now on the shelves to read after a few renovations!

Thief

Pairing: Gavin x Mc

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You were running late. Somehow you slep through your alarm clock and so does your boyfriend sleeping next to you. Gavin usually sleeps very lightly, a skill he obtained during the trainings to stay alert to any sound, in case any danger occurs.

Last night he came home from his mission very late and like always you were waiting for him by the open window in your bedroom. After he took a shower you two shared a light kiss and with that both of you passed out ambraced in each other’s arms.

This mission might have took a big toll on him. You thought as you looked at him still sleeping, a really faint snore leave his mouth. He only snores when he is really tired. Ending your daydreaming, you quickly got ready and in twenty minutes you were ready to go.

Walking back to your room, Gavin was still asleep. “I’m off to work. I’ll be back home by six.” You whispered into his ear, and grabbed his hoodie with you to work. You turned the key in the door and with that you were off to go.

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“Maybe we should redo this scene. And fix the effects of the green screen, It’s still glitches time to time.” You mumbled to the co-producer you were working with while you watched the raw demo of the short film. It was a chilly day so you nuzzled deeper into Gavin’s hoodie, wrapped into his scent.

“Excuse me for a minute.” You walked away from the filming crew to pick up your phone. Looking at the screen a picture of Gavin was smiling back at you.

“Hey Gav, what’s up.” You picked up the phone.

“Have you seen my hoodie? I remember I left it on the chair in the room.” He asked and you looked at the black hoodie what was way too big for your small body.

“Nooo.” You said stretching the “O”.

“MC.” He called your name, knowing too well he has his eyebrow arching up. “You are wearing it, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Maybe.” “Huh so we have a thief here.” His voice dropped a few tone, using it only for...special occasions. “Thieves has to be punished. We are dealing with this when you get home.” And with that he hung up.

Boy you never wished this much for your day to end.

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