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yourssinfullyquiche · 6 months

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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…”

A/N: Thank you for reading❤️

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

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ellie-winthrope · 2 months

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To Each Their Own - [Gavin]

After more than a week had passed since the sniping incident at Twin Leaves Orphanage, Gavin visited the Lucien Bioscience Research Center.

A follow-up fic to "Shadow of Doubt", with reference to the end of Season 1: Chapter 6-19 of the game's plot.

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What is Lucien's connection to Black Swan?

That was the single question concerning the professor that constantly gnawed on Gavin’s mind. For the sake of the girl’s safety, he was determined to find out the answer. Yet, an unexpected twist had come his way. Commander Leto, his superior, had suddenly ordered him to cease all investigations related to Lucien as the STF had other plans for the latter.

The order didn’t make sense to Gavin, especially when Leto had refused to disclose the details of these plans when he asked about it. Instead, the commander had told him to just focus on his investigations on Black Swan and even subtly reminded him again to not allow his work be affected by his personal feelings. Despite feeling indignant about it, bound by duty, Gavin had no choice but to comply with the commander’s order.

However, that didn't mean that he couldn’t’ to pursue the truth on his own terms.

After taking a day's leave under the guise of a much-needed break, Gavin dressed himself in plain clothes and made his way to the Lucien Bioscience Research Center. He expected his request for an impromptu meeting with the professor to be rejected at the security booth. To his surprise, the request was granted with ease and he was promptly led to Lucien's office by a research assistant, as though his visit had been expected beforehand.

As Gavin stepped into the office, Lucien had shifted his attention away from the computer screen to meet his gaze. The professor's violet eyes as they locked with Gavin's amber ones had shown no sign of surprise or unease. Moreover, Gavin could tell from the steady look in those eyes that Lucien had not only anticipated his arrival but was also aware of the purpose behind this sudden visit.

“Good afternoon, officer,” the professor greeted while offering a reserved smile and clasping his hands together on the desk. “How may I assist you today?”

With his suspicion confirmed by the subtle nuances of Lucien's demeanor, Gavin proceeded to take his seat across the desk. He wasn't typically one for delicate maneuvers, but he was prepared to engage in this dance of discretion if that was Lucien's preference.

With a deliberate move, he drew his ID card and badge from his jacket pocket. These proofs of his affiliation with the Special Task Force were laid out on the desk between them, a silent yet potent declaration of his intent and standing.

“On behalf of the Special Task Force," Gavin began, his voice steady and unwavering, “I am here to formally request for your cooperation in answering a few questions related to an incident that took place at the abandoned building near the Twin Leaves Orphanage more than a week ago.”

This pretense of his visit being official business was a risky gamble. There was a chance of Lucien seeing through his facade, or worse, words of his unauthorized visit leaking back to the STF, exposing his defiance of direct orders. Yet, amid these risks, Gavin maintained his composure. His resolve remained unwavering, his mind poised and fixed firmly on his objective.

Only a select few were privy to the details of the sniping incident and Commander Leto's directive to leave Lucien untouched meant that it was improbable for Lucien to have encountered any prior or future inquiries from the STF before Gavin's impromptu visit. Besides, Gavin knew that revealing his personal motives would only narrow down his chances of extracting the answers he sought from Lucien.

Lucien's eyes flicked briefly to the ID card and badge before returning to meet Gavin's gaze. There was an inscrutable depth beneath the surface of those violet eyes, as if they could peer through Gavin's facade of authority and discern his true intentions.

“Of course,” the professor responded, his voice warm and inviting as he placed his previously clasped hands flat on the desk. “I am more than willing to answer any questions you have to the best of my ability.”

“I appreciate your cooperation, Professor Lucien,” Gavin said as he retrieved his ID card and badge from the desk, before slipping them back into his jacket pocket with practiced ease. “Before we delve into the specifics of the incident, I would like to know if you are familiar with the purpose of the Special Task Force.”

Lucien maintained a calm demeanor as he nodded in acknowledgment. “Through some acquaintances, I have come to understand that the Special Task Force is tasked with overseeing Evolvers and handling incidents related to Evol abilities.”

Gavin took note of Lucien's carefully chosen words and the casual mention of his extensive connections. After all, the STF was an independent organization that operated discreetly and was never disclosed to the public, much like the existence of Evol and Evolvers. Thus, it was known only to those Evolvers who had either crossed paths with the STF or had been directly involved with its operations.

Gavin hadn’t expected Lucien would openly divulge such information. It felt calculated, perhaps a ploy to test his reaction. Nevertheless, this disclosure represented a step forward in his quest to uncover more information about the professor. Eager to maintain the momentum of their dialogue, Gavin pressed on with the conversation.

“I see,” Gavin said, pausing slightly. “Then, let us move on to the incident. Can you explain why you were in the vicinity of the orphanage on that particular night?”

Lucien's reply came smoothly. “I was accompanying Miss Lea home after we finished watching the premiere of her latest documentary at the orphanage,” Lucien explained. “Due to the unexpected change in weather, we decided to take a shortcut that passed by the abandoned building.”

To the untrained ear, Lucien's words would seem straightforward, but Gavin knew better. Each phrase was meticulously woven, not just to convey the necessary but to embed messages meant solely for those who were meant to understand.

The way the professor addressed the girl wasn't merely polite. It was a nuanced signal, a way to subtly highlight the differences in their connections to her. It could also be interpreted as a veiled challenge. By hinting at Lucien’s closeness to the girl, it became a subtle provocation that was aimed at unsettling Gavin. Nonetheless, Gavin kept his composure as he had never lost sight of his primary objective for meeting the professor that day.

Another phrase with double meaning would be the mention of "unexpected change in weather" by Lucien. They both were aware that it wasn't a natural occurrence. Instead, it was caused by Gavin's wind Evol spiraling out of control, which prompted the professor to reveal himself as an Evolver as he used his Evol to shield the girl from harm.

In that critical moment, Lucien had handled the situation with an ease that belied his usual reserved demeanor. His calmness in the face of imminent threat had revealed a depth of experience with such high-stakes scenarios, a stark contrast to his public persona as a reclusive researcher.

This familiarity with danger was what made Gavin even more wary of the professor. Yet, if Lucien had persisted in concealing his Evol and maintaining his facade as an unassuming researcher, he could have avoided further scrutiny and suspicion. So…

“Why did you choose to use your Evol at that time?” Gavin asked.

He refrained from mentioning the glaring risk Lucien had taken at that time, the risk of drawing the unwanted attention of the STF that was known for its interest in Evolvers. Although unspoken, there was a hint of a smile dancing at the corners of Lucien's lips, which suggested that he understood the deeper implications of Gavin's inquiry.

“It was instinct,” Lucien replied evenly, his voice betraying nothing. “When someone important to you is in imminent danger, the instinct to protect overrides any personal consequences. Surely, as someone dedicated to protecting others, you can understand this sentiment as well, officer?”

Gavin's gaze had sharpened at Lucien's words. The professor had not only reiterated the girl's significance to him but also masterfully steered the conversation to challenge Gavin's own principles as a guardian. It was a cunning maneuver that momentarily shifted the focus away from himself to Gavin's sense of duty.

Even so, Gavin sensed a thread of truth weaving through Lucien's statement. It led him to consider whether the diversion wasn't solely a strategic maneuver but also a veil over a moment of rare honesty. Although it could have been another one of the professor's cunning ruses, he was inclined to believe in those words of his … at least, for now.

A thought had suddenly occurred to Gavin, which caused his eyes to flick to the clock on Lucien's desk. After realizing the current time, a feeling of restlessness started creeping over him. He had intended for his visit to be not more than an hour since staying any long in the research center could tip off the STF about his meeting with Lucien. However, it had already been half an hour and he still hadn’t made much progress in deciphering the professor’s intentions. His time was running out and this visit might be the only opportunity he had to question Lucien. Recognizing the urgency, Gavin knew it was time to abandon the subtleties for a more direct line of questioning.

“Are you familiar with the Black Swan, professor?”

The question hung heavily between them. Gavin's piercing gaze remained fixed on the professor’s expression, attempting to decipher any hint of awareness or astonishment at the mention of the name. Yet, Lucien's demeanor remained unfazed, his expression as impassive and collected as it had always been, revealing nothing.

“Ah, the concept of a Black Swan,” Lucien responded casually, his tone nonchalant. Upon seeing Gavin's puzzled look, he raised an eyebrow as he elaborated, “An unforeseen and impactful event, often recognized only in hindsight. Isn’t that what you are referring to?”

Frustration simmered beneath Gavin’s composed facade, especially when Lucien's innocent response had seemed entirely natural, too natural. With a subtle narrowing of his amber eyes, Gavin pressed on, his voice steady yet imbued with a subtle undercurrent of tension.

“No, I am referring to the global criminal organization, The Black Swan Collective. There are evidences of the group’s involvement in a series of Evol-related incidents that have been happening throughout Loveland City, including this recent incident that had taken place at the abandoned building.”

“Furthermore, the fact that Lea was caught up in this recent incident together with you, who are an Evolver,” Gavin continued without breaking his gaze away from Lucien, “it naturally casts a shadow of doubt on you, professor.”

Gavin observed a subtle shift in Lucien's demeanor at the direct mention of the girl's name, a fleeting change so minute it might have gone unnoticed by the less discerning observers. Nonetheless, the professor’s expression remained unfazed as he met Gavin's sharp gaze.

“Your concern is understandable,” Lucien began, his tone appeared both calm and thoughtful. Yet, there was a distinct sharpness underlying his following words that was discernible only to those attuned to notice. “However, it is important to remember that correlation doesn't necessarily imply causation. My association with Miss Lea and our involvement in that incident might merely be a coincidence.”

While maintaining an unwavering eye contact with Gavin, a hint of a smile touched the professor's lips, which seemed unassuming and yet conceited at the same time. “My primary focus has always been my research and its potential to benefit society. Any presumed connection between myself and The Black Swan Collective is purely speculative.”

The professor's tone, gestures, and expressions had been flawless throughout the conversation. However, Gavin knew that this perfection was due to Lucien's skill in masking the truth, rather than him being innocent. Despite this, it would be futile to keep pressing further without any concrete evidence and a quick glance at the clock had told him that his time was up.

It was time to conclude this visit.

“Understood, Professor Lucien,” Gavin said, managing to keep his voice steady and free of the frustration simmering beneath. “Thank you for your time and cooperation. Please keep this conversation between us.”

Lucien nodded with a knowing smile, as if to acknowledge the unspoken understanding between them. “Of course, I value the privacy of our conversation as much as you do,” he replied meaningfully. “Should you require further assistance with your investigation, don't hesitate to reach out.”

With the conversation concluded, Gavin nodded in acknowledgment and rose from his seat. As Lucien rose to show him out, Gavin raised a hand to refuse the offer.

“No need, professor. I will show myself out. I wouldn't want to take up any more of your valuable time.”

Lucien acknowledged his decision with a nod. His expression was one of understanding mingled with a faint trace of amusement. “Very well, I appreciate your thoughtfulness, officer.”

Taking this as his cue, Gavin turned sharply and made his way towards the door. Just as he was about to step out of the office, Lucien's voice had stopped him.

“Officer Gavin.”

Pausing, Gavin looked back and saw Lucien with an enigmatic smile on his face.

“Take care.”

Uncertain of the true intention behind those words, Gavin nodded sternly before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him.

Regardless of whether it was before or after this conversation, one fact remained unchanged and that was…Gavin could never trust Lucien. Even so, he couldn’t deny the professor's genuine concern for the girl's wellbeing. Whether it was driven by personal gain or other motives, it was undeniable that the professor was willing to risk his own interests for her sake.

In fact, their mutual desire to protect the girl might be the one and only factor that made them, in a peculiar sense, allies.

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ikenbar · 1 year

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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

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night-chant · 2 years

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MLQC Scenario - Hidden Talent

If I miraculously and accurately linked your actual hobby with your favourite dude, how??--- I-I mean, yes it was on purpose of course! (I didn’t even get mine right XD)

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: You have a great passion for your favourite pastime, but for some reason, you’re too shy to let anyone know about it but then he finds out on his own.

Warning: Fluff (except Victor’s??)

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Victor:

Creative writing

Sometimes poetry but often, creative writing since you loved spending time working on your historical romance novel. You never showed it to anyone, in fear that it would be ridiculed for any cliché use that you cherished.

At first, Victor assumed you were just writing a report on your laptop but sometimes, your eyes would light up as you eagerly typed out multiple sentences.

Did you find your report on Miracle Finder’s plummeting ratings that entertaining to analyze?

“How’s the progress?” he asked from behind and you hastily flipped the computer shut.

“Okay, I guess.” The light in your eyes instantly vanished.

Huh. He should’ve known. “The deadline is in two days. Did I give you too much time to spare?” When you didn’t answer, he went on: “What are you writing?”

“You’re going to say it’s stupid.”

“If you expect me to say that everytime a dummy does something, I’d lose my voice already. I only say if it is truly disastrous. Let’s see it.”

You reluctantly handed the laptop over. You started a couple of pages on chapter 18, but you expected he’d glance at the first few lines and turn back to you. Instead, he took a few minutes, perusing with a blank scowl.

Any hope shattered when he started pointing out all the grammatical errors and that the plot so far isn’t logical. Your face felt hot. He was treating even your story as a report.

“The girl should’ve told him the truth in the very beginning,” Victor said, “so none of this mess would happen.”

Your blood was boiling. What, now he’s the CEO of some publishing company?? “Yeah, well, maybe he’d just call her a dummy and dismiss what she says like he always does!”

. . .

Victor would turn and leave with your laptop. Starting from page one, he would read each dialogue and analyze the characters more carefully.

You two will not end up like that couple. Not if he could help it.

Lucien:

Painting

You enjoy nature, especially animals and landscapes.

Sometimes, Lucien and you took a stroll around the forest by the Loveland University so you could get some real-life references.

No matter how vibrant the pigments were, they never drew Lucien’s attention away from you and your concentrated scowl and the slight peek of your tongue as you carefully painted an arc for the branch of a willow tree.

“They don’t look right,” you mumbled, breaking his trance. “But I’m not sure why.”

“Your hand is shaking,” he said, reaching out. “Here, I’ll hold it still for you.”

Maybe it’s because you were embarrassed that you didn’t realize the issue before or maybe because he was leaning very close, but your hands were shaking even more.

However, with gentle guidance, the branches you drew together were natural and lovely, interlaced with one another just like your hands.

Kiro:

Dancing ft. singing

If the rhythm is inspiring or if it’s just your favourite song, you’d probably be in an imaginary music video in the next moment. (Of course, when you were alone.)

Back to reality, it was Kiro who dances but he usually sings more in his performances in concerts.

He didn’t expect you to be a dancer too.

Kiro came home earlier than usual one day. Savin had let him go ONLY because he wasn’t acting too rebellious that day.

Before Kiro even opens the front door, he heard blaring music, almost reverberating off the wall.

His approaching footsteps were completely muted and a familiar voice was singing both parts of a duet song. Then after, an eerily familiar song . . .

You didn’t notice him as you were dancing away to his latest single.

But when you do, all you wanted was to hide in a closet.

But he thought Miss Chips was adorable and gushed about your accurate choreography.

You both probably ended up dancing to Kpop or Disney songs.

Gavin:

Knitting and needlework

Your mother taught you the basics, but you loved the activity so much that you made your own small, simple projects.

Sometimes, Gavin returns from missions with torn clothes and you were always willing to sew them up again if possible.

He finds your talent in knitting very intriguing, how your fingers and yarn and needles danced around one and another like hummingbirds.

Subconsciously, he thinks about the future, when you two would be older and when you would be making knitted garments for your two’s grandchildren.

Wait what do you do with all the clothes you knit now?

One day, he informed you that he would be away for a long mission.

You were bummed. “You have to return on the 20th or earlier! Or else I won’t stop knitting this very scarf until you do!”

When Gavin got back, he noticed that the scarf was pretty long.

“You did take breaks, did you?” he asked, holding your hands as he examined them.

You rolled your eyes when he took your joke to heart and so literally.

You wrap the long scarf around him (maybe a couple times keep it clear from the ground, even considering his height).

Good thing the scarf was big enough to cover part of his face because his ears and cheeks grew pink from your gentle gesture.

He untangled the scarf just enough to loop it around you too, narrowing the distance between you two until you were against his chest.

“Thank you.”

He liked to wear it during autumn and winter ever since.

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I’m writing this as I wait for a game to download reeee

Masterlist

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oceanlipgloss · 11 months

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DEADBEAT

GAVIN.

+ no warnings.

Frightful, maybe. Monster? Perhaps.

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

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

+ MASTERLIST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

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banenaz · 2 years

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Eyy MLQCtober time ehe

This year the we put less prompts to have more time .

Rules same as last year, just use mlqctober2022 instead. You can ofc choose whatever prompt you want from last year's mlqctober2021 .

Big thx to @victor-otherboys for designing the post ehe (go check her art on instagram it's so freaking gorgeous)

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otonymous · 2 years

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A Very Salty Story (MLQC full cast - NSFW)

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 The six-some, as promised...

Now up on my P*a*treon y'all (please see link in pinned post)! Happy reading and hope you all enjoy this filthy craziness! 🤣💖🥰

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #mlqc smut #mlqc fanfic #mlqc victor #mlqc gavin #mlqc shaw #mlqc lucien #mlqc kiro #my writing

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darealkatastrophe · 11 months

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This Account is both SFW and NSFW.

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

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

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

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

♡ Hope you have a Good Night/ Good Day ♡

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yourssinfullyquiche · 5 months

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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.

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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lunarswritings · 2 years

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Hello!! I was wondering if you could write something fluffy with Gavin like maybe a kiss in the rain with his gf?? Thank youuu ----I'm so looking forward to see your writing acct grow 🥰🥰🌸

Oh my god thank you 😭😭 sorry I’ve been so busy with school and had to brainstorm some ideas, I did a bullet form and at the end a little bit of writing since I can’t write a full fic for the life of me- but thank you so much for being my first ever request!! 🤍 hope I did average at least ^^

In Wind and Rain

Gavin tries to set up the perfect day, but everything seems to go wrong..

warnings: fluff, maybe a bit of ooc? And a kiss

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-It’s been a week since Gavin had to leave on another mission

-Gavin decides to set up a date for you after being away for so long and wanted to suprise you

- So Gavin had set up a plan:

1. Visit your favorite reasturant for lunch

2. Take a walk to a nice garden

3. Take you out for dinner

4. fly with you while watching the night sky

-Gavin had even made reservations and checked all the websites to make sure everything was perfect, the weather even said there were no chances of rain too. So it would be a perfect sunny day

-so he texted you the night before and went to sleep

-you were super excited that his mission was over and you could finally see him again

-you and him both meet at the reasturant, he suprised you with a back hug and you both were so happy to see eachother <3

-kisses everywhereeee

-you both go to the reasturant and sit down

-only to find out they were out of ingredients to make your favorite meal :c

-Gavin is kinda upset since he knew it was your favorite thing on the menu

-you assure him it’s fine and you order something else

-only to find out that the thing you ordered tasted terrible… where’s the seasoning?? And why does it taste kind of burnt at the bottom…

-But hey, at least the waiter apologized and gave you a refund!

-Gavin is even more upset but it’s okay! Surely the garden will cheer you up!

-hahaha no

-Gavin holds your hand as you both walk to the garden

-Only to find out that the gardens closed due to some issue found in the garden.

-But that wasn’t on the website??

-Gavin is panicking on the inside, but you have him the idea of just simply going to a cafe for now to order some drinks!

-As you both walk to the cafe and order your drinks you both relax and continue chatting

-before you both realized it, it’s already time for dinner

-As you and Gavin began walking, it started becoming a bit cloudy..

-Gavin thought this day couldn’t. Get. Any. Worse.

-suddenly it started pouring and both you and him were running to find shelter, with Gavin’s jacket being used as an umbrella for you both.

-you find a bus stop area and sit there, waiting for the rain to stop, having to say goodbye to that dinner reservation.

“I wanted this day to be perfect… But everything seemed to go wrong. I’m sorry [Name]..”

You put your hand on his shoulder as he looked at you.

“It’s okay Gavin, you couldn’t predict this at all, in fact. I didn’t mind any of it at all since It was with you. I missed you a lot.”

You smiled as you got up and pulled Gavin out of the bus stop and went onto the sidewalk, trying to get him to dance with you.

“You’re going to catch a cold like this.” He laughed softly.

“It’ll be fine, Cmon dance with me?”

He couldn’t say no to you.

You danced for a while and finally, after you did your last twirl, Gavin pulled you in and gave you a soft kiss.

A day with your boyfriend is never truly a bad day.

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Requests are open!

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ellie-winthrope · 2 years

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The Scent of Sweet Osmanthus - [Gavin]

Since it was going to be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon, a certain mother had decided to make some dessert for the occasion.

Word Count: 2512 words

Piiiiiiiii!

The whistling sound of the boiling kettle had interrupted Wardia from her reverie. She turned off the stove and carefully moved the hot kettle to its stand on the kitchen counter before returning to whisking the flour mixture in the mixing bowl. It had been a while since the last time she had done any baking. Since she had all the necessary ingredients on hand, she thought that she could try making some osmanthus cakes for the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

“Let’s see…”

While still whisking the flour mixture in the mixing bowl, Wardia glanced towards the recipe paper that was stuck on the hanging cabinet above her. She skimmed from the top of the recipe down to the required next step at the lower part of the paper before reading aloud.

“Add dried osmanthus flower to the mixture and carefully mix it… Ok, got it.”

After placing the bowl down on the counter, Wardia retrieved the sealed packet of dried osmanthus flowers from one of the hanging cabinets above the counter. As she unsealed the packet, she instantly caught a whiff of the faintly sweet osmanthus scent. The familiar scent had brought a smile to her face as she recalled a certain fond memory in the distant past.

Of a time when the tree of the sweet osmanthus was in full bloom and its branches were swaying ever so slightly, further dispersing the sweet scent of the orange blossoms in the air.

Although Wardia was fond of all kinds of flowers, the sweet osmanthus had always been special to her because of its symbolism and the memories associated with it.

“You won’t be happy with him.”

Her smile had faded upon hearing the echoing voice from her past.

Initially, both of Wardia’s parents had strongly opposed her marriage to that man. After personally meeting him, they were certain that her marriage to him would be one bound for unhappiness. Aside from his disagreeable nature, their disapproval was mainly because he was affiliated with the military.

Since Wardia was their precious one and only child, it was natural for them to be concerned for her future with someone like him. That was why they had persistently persuaded her to reconsider her decision to be with that man.

“You deserve someone better than him.”

Wardia was fully aware of her parents’ goodwill and concerns, but she had never doubted the man’s sincerity and feelings towards her. While he spoke bluntly and had a permanently stern expression on his face, she knew that he wasn’t actually a cold-hearted person. Her parents hadn’t known him as well as she did, which was why they had such a poor impression of him.

Nonetheless, it was because her parents had loved her very much that they eventually gave in to Wardia’s persistence and gave their blessings on her marriage. Ultimately, they only wanted her to be happy. If she believed she would obtain this happiness from being with him, they had no reasons to oppose it.

“Whenever things get unbearable, you can always return home.”

She had nodded at them with a smile back then, all while holding back the tears in her eyes.

Wardia wouldn’t say that she had a good eye for men, but she wasn’t completely clueless either since she had been wooed by many men and had also been pestered into attending several blind dates by her coworkers.

Of all the men she had encountered, he was the only person who could give her a complete sense of ease. Even after he had accidentally found out about her Evol, which she had never told anyone before for fear of being regarded as a freak, that man hadn’t shunned or treated her any differently. He was the one who had allowed her to experience how reassuring it was to have someone accepting everything about her without prejudice.

Likewise, Wardia was also one of the few who understood that man beyond his unapproachable and stony facade. He was, in fact, an upright man with a strong sense of duty, who wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself to protect others. Even though no one knew about his deeds, the man had never wavered in his convictions. This righteous and selfless spirit of his was what Wardia admired about him.

Even so, the most steadfast person was, ultimately, still merely a human.

Even if he didn’t show it on his face, it didn’t mean that he was impervious to weariness and negative emotions. Knowing that he was the kind of person who chose to bear everything in silence, Wardia decided to be the one who would always stand by his side and offered him solace during these difficult and lonely moments.

“People like him would always prioritize fulfilling their duties above all else. Love and family will never be his top priority.”

That was one of the things that her parents had warned her about before her marriage.

It was something to be expected when marrying a strait-laced military man. Even the man himself had confessed to her during the marriage proposal that he would always prioritize his duty and the greater good over everything else.

While most people would find that statement amidst a marriage proposal to be insensitive, Wardia wasn’t the least bit offended. She understood the man’s intention. Instead of avoiding the subject and having her regret it in the future, the man would rather her be clear about what she was getting into by marrying him.

So, she accepted his proposal and quitted her job in order to become a full-time housewife. Since he would be fully committing himself to the military, she would be dedicating herself to looking after their family and home.

While she wouldn’t know if her decision was the best or the worst choice that she had made in life, what she can be certain of was that she had never thought of their marriage as a mistake, even now, after many years had passed.

“Alright, that should be enough.”

After thoroughly mixing the osmanthus-added flour mixture, Wardia breathed out a soft sigh before she left the whisk in the mixing bowl and placed them on the kitchen counter. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears and glanced at the nearby clock on the wall to check the current time. Just when she had taken note of the current time being two o'clock in the afternoon, she had heard a boy’s voice resounding faintly from the hallway outside the kitchen.

“Mum, I am home!”

A tender smile had naturally crossed Wardia’s lips upon hearing the familiar voice.

It was her “little man”, who had finally returned from running an errand for her.

“Welcome home, little Gav!”

She called out from the kitchen sink while washing off the remaining flour mixture on her hands. By the time she had dried her hands and turned towards the kitchen’s entry, she saw a thirteen-year-old boy entering the kitchen with a heavy-looking grocery bag within his arms. The boy had nodded at Wardia before he dutifully went and placed the bag on the kitchen counter beside the refrigerator. As she watched the boy taking out the items from the grocery bag and putting them on the kitchen counter one-by-one, a single thought crossed Wardia’s mind.

How quickly time flies.

Her son was already a teenager and yet, it felt like it hadn’t been that long when Wardia found out that she was with child for the first time. As someone who was fond of children, she had always wanted a child of her own. Thus, she was obviously overjoyed and couldn’t contain her excitement as informed her husband of the news. She could still remember how that man, who rarely showed any emotions, was genuinely surprised when she told him about it.

The sight of his stony expression softening gradually and the way his eyes lit up with genuine wonder was heartwarming to her. At that moment, she didn’t doubt that the man loved their son as much as herself. After all, he had even spent several sleepless nights at the study room, despite his work commitments, in order to think up a name for their firstborn. Eventually, he had decided on a name that was as candid as himself and fully-embodied all his expectations towards their child.

To be brave, bold and undefeated in every battle… Gavin (Bai Qi).

Alas, expectation was akin to a double-edged sword.

The higher was one’s expectation, the more devastating the disappointment would be when said expectation was not met.

Once he realized that Gavin would never be able to fulfill his expectations, he had completely turned his back on the boy, even though it wasn’t even their son’s fault that he wasn’t born with an Evol. Wardia, who had always accommodated the man and accepted his zealous dedication towards his duty, couldn’t help but to feel indignant at watching Gavin being shunned by his father.

She tried desperately in persuading her husband to change the way he treated Gavin. However, the man was stubborn to a fault. So, their conversation always ended up in arguments, which eventually led to the man leaving the house and never returned for a prolonged period.

Wardia was used to the man’s occasional absence, but she pitied her son for having to grow up without a father’s presence most of the time. As his mother, she felt guilty whenever she saw the disappointed look on her son’s face after knowing that his father would not be returning home.

Although the boy no longer asked or talked about his father ever since he was eight, Wardia knew that he merely didn’t do so because he didn’t want her to be feeling sad or guilty about it. Her son had always been far more considerate and mature than his peers, which was something that made her both proud and worried about him. If Wardia could have it her way, she would rather Gavin took his time in enjoying his youth than for him to rush into becoming an adult.

Having noticed her silent gaze, Gavin had suddenly looked over his shoulder. There was a questioning look in the boy’s amber eyes as he met her gaze. With a gentle smile on her face, Wardia stepped forward and embraced her son, who had tensed up for a moment.

“Mum?”

She merely giggled while patting the back of Gavin’s head. No matter how much her son had grown or how mature he behaved in front of her, she would never stop doting on him.

“Little Gav, my sweet child.” She murmured while nuzzling her face against the top of his head.

For now, Gavin’s height was still below her shoulders. However, she had no doubt that he would soon grow to be much taller than her. By then, she would no longer be able to nuzzle against his hair as she did now, just like how the boy no longer clung onto her sleeves as he did when he was a small child. Although the thought had caused Wardia to feel a little lonely, it can’t be helped. After all, that was how it was to watch one’s child grow up.

With a soft sigh, Wardia released Gavin from her embrace.

“Thank you for buying the groceries, Little Gav.”

“It’s nothing,” said the boy while avoiding her gaze. Despite his stoic tone, there was a barely noticeable blush on his face.

“Oh, I am in the middle of making some osmanthus cakes. Would you like to help me fill the molds with the flour mixture, while I keep the rest of the groceries away?”

As she expected, the boy nodded without hesitation. He had always been eager to help with any household chores.

Thus, Wardia took out the cupcake molds from one of the kitchen drawers and placed them next to the bowl of flour mixture on the counter before she went to sort out the remaining items in the grocery bag. The task itself was simple and this wasn’t the first time Gavin had helped her in the kitchen, but she would still glance towards Gavin’s direction occasionally to see how he was doing.

Seeing that Gavin was diligently filling up the molds, she suddenly recalled a similar scene from her memories, of a five-year old boy standing on a small wooden step stool next to a nine-year-old Gavin at the kitchen counter.

Feeling her eyes welling up at the memory, Wardia quickly turned her head away from Gavin’s direction and looked back down on the groceries that were spread out on the counter. She subtly wiped at her tear-brimmed eyes while sorting between the items that need to be kept in the fridge and those that will be used for dinner later.

She felt calmer by the time she was done with her task and had decided to check on Gavin’s progress. She saw the boy sprinkling the dried osmanthus flower on the last cupcake mold. As soon as he was done, he had straightened up from his earlier bending posture and looked towards Wardia.

“Mum, they are ready.”

Wardia nodded with a smile.

“Then, let’s put them in the steamer.”

After the filled-up molds had been placed into the steamer for ten minutes, Wardia took them out and started to gently unmold one of the cakes onto the serving plate. Gavin, who had observed the way Wardia unmolded the first cake, had also helped in doing the same for the rest. When all the cakes had been unmolded, Wardia took one of the osmanthus cakes that weren’t too hot and held it close towards Gavin’s face.

“Little Gav, have a try and see if it still tastes as good as before.”

Perhaps out of embarrassment at being hand-fed, the boy had hesitated for a moment before he eventually took a small bite from the offered cake. Since Gavin’s expression had remained unchanged while he chewed on the cake, Wardia awaited his remark with bated breath.

“Hmm, it tastes good.”

Breathing a sigh of relief at hearing his remark, Wardia noticed that there were some cake crumbs at the side of Gavin’s mouth. Chuckling softly, she reached out and gently brushed the crumbs away from Gavin’s face before speaking in a teasing manner.

“Is little Gav keeping some “leftovers” for his future wife?”

At first, Gavin didn’t understand the meaning of her words. It was after a few seconds had passed that the boy eventually grasped the situation. His face had instantly turned beet-red as he cried out in protest.

“Mum!”

Seeing her son’s flushed face, Wardia laughed heartily.

No one knew what will happen in the future, but she sincerely hoped that she would be able to be with Gavin in every part of his life, or at least, until he found the one who will understand, cherish and share a lifetime with him.

As a mother, nothing assured her more than knowing with certainty that there will be someone who will look after her little Gav in her stead.

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kookoobeans · 2 years

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It's been a while. I'm finally back! Will post again soon have to catch up with the game. I like the day and night feature lol.

#mlqc victor #love and producer #mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mlqc bai qi #mlqc kiro #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin

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night-chant · 2 years

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MLQC Scenario - Miss. Love: King’s Choice (Role Swap AU)

Wait no hear me outt

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: There’s this new otome game but there’s no way he’d have any interest in these sort of things. That is until he saw a certain pixelated character through the screen . . .

Warning: None---enjoy the madness loool

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Victor:

stage 1: denial

When Victor first heard of Miss. Love: King’s Choice, he was really put off by it---the title sounds ridiculous, the game mechanics doesn’t seem entertaining cuz really, why would he get excited over virtual cards?

stage 2: curiosity

Apparently the game is really successful, proven through the engagement on social media posts and promotions about the game online.

The algorithm would constantly feature you---front and center with your beaming smile as you sat on a floral swing adorned in roses. It was your most iconic SSR . . .

aHEm forget his phone, he would still hear passerby talked about it---he would never admit how much his attention sharpened at the sound of your name whenever they talked about you, your elegance and courage found within your dates and chapters.

Eventually, he would download MLKC as a joke, ready to nitpick everything about it, internally promising himself to uninstall if---I mean WHEN it gets boring.

Although he complains about aspects of it, he never really did???

stage 3: embarrassment

Will hide it from anyone from a two-meter radius.

When Goldman walked nearby, Victor would stare at the calculator app so...stiffly…

stage 4: acceptance

He will get over his embarrassment soon (you bet he would get your top-up cards yesssss)

You know that lead board for every love interest in Momentos for Bond Points? Victor was always ALWAYS at the top for yours.

And so when it was your featured day in Box Office, everyone gotta watch out cuz he will be at the top in Box Office too XD

Lucien:

The toys at the orphanage didn’t appeal to one of the children and she was bored out of her minddd

Lucien tried to offer ideas and the more the little girl reject every one of them, the more crazy his ideas got just to mess with her lolol

Like noo professor sir I don’t want to read that Quantum Physics textbook plz noo XD

He finally managed to make her happy when he offered his phone. He didn’t have any games on it, but she was welcomed to download some as long as he approved of them. (He wasn’t a dad but that didn’t stop him from acting like one lol)

He was expecting like dress up games or UNO but what she chose ... well..

“Are you sure?” Lucien asked as he carefully eyed the preview contents of MLKC. “It seems harmless but unfortunately, I don’t think you’re the target audience.”

The little girl pouted. “But this lady looks like a superrr beautiful princess!! Did you see her hair and dress? Look look!” She swiped to the image of your profile. Robed in a simple yet stunning lavender dress, you held elegance in your posture and innocence in your eyes.

The little girl poked Lucien’s cheekbone. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Is that a yes?”

He smiled after recovering from his daze. “It seems that the princess has convinced me too.”

They were your firm loyal supporters from then on lol

He was always pushed into dealing with the gacha pulls especially after you came home to him many times aww

Even after visiting the orphanage, Lucien might admit he read all of your unlocked dates on his own lol

Kiro:

He ain’t picky with any kind of games, his phone was full of all sorts of them (he had the dream phone storage space sighh)

He has rpg, shooting, ones where you just raise farm animals ,...webkinz?? So an otome game isn’t a strange exception.

Although he didn’t really download it for the romance, he instantly gravitated to your charisma to the MC player. Your compassion made his heart swoon and now all he thought about was romancee

And when you sung happy birthday to him on his special day?? His heart almost couldn’t handle your angelic, lovely voice.

Screenshotted your dates all the time ---he demands new content asappp

Kiro consistently voiced his support to you like the biggest stan to anyone who would listen (i am so sorry Savin the car rides to the tour performances will feel much longer now)

Kiro got excited over any event and raved about how gorgeous the art in your karmas are.

His manager sighed as Kiro was nearly bouncing off the walls. “What are you going on about now??”

“Savinsavinsavin look at the new karma I got! Doesn’t Miss. Chips look perfect??”

“Kiro, that is a R karma.”

Offended, Kiro wrapped his arm protectively around his phone as he glared at Savin. “!! ANd I need to frame it on my wall.”

He had all your merch in his room. Your posters, your pins, your figurine, your body pillow--

Lately, his songs was all about one girl and fans had no clue who was his secret girlfriend cuz the only one he ever posts about was a game character??

Gavin:

When it came to media, this guy lived under a rock. The latest movie’s gigantic, bright ad could be flashing in front of his face and a lone smol bird by the streetlight would catch his attention first.

So how on Earth was he gonna find out about the mysterious, subtle mobile game Miss. Love King’s Choice??

Uhhh

He was kinda peer pressured by Minor . . .

Minor: yooo brooo i know a girl who is sooo your type and she is right here!

Gavin: Really? Where?

The only pedestrians in the streets were an elderly couple.

When he sees you in Minor’s phone screen, he was concerned. He had two thoughts:

1) Minor played dating simulation games?

2) Oh no why does this virtual character look cute?

Cute was an understatement. How you cuddled with big fluffy dogs in your SR or how you were very much embracing the look of your long veil in your wedding SSR.

Gavin acted/tried to convince himself he wasn’t interested in playing MLKC but nevertheless, he would look over when Minor was doing the dailies in order to get a chance to have a glimpse of you.

“C’mon, bro, drop the act and download the game!” Minor said when he caught Gavin low-key eyeing over at his phone. “Do it and I’ll stop tapping on your girl’s forehead.”

Gavin glared. “Stop doing that.”

(but then how was he supposed to read the next dialogue?? Anywhere else would earn Minor sthg way worse than Gavin’s glare QAQ)

If Minor knew what was good for himself, he gotta make it clear his favourite character was NOT you.

Gavin maaybe did some research about a certain character…

”Huhhh?? I didn’t know she could control flowers and plants???”

”Minor, there were clear hints: lilies grew where she walked at the end of chapter 2.”

Eventually, Gavin ended up playing the game. He enjoyed the moments where his MC player gets to save you in dangerous moments of the story.

He always associated you with cuteness until he read your Valentine SP’s Mind Quest his face is completely red aAH

He was a bit defensive when people criticize your character though so watch outtt

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This is my second attempt to make you smile lol I hope you enjoy it!!

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