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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.

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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thejournalmylife · 1 year

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YES ENG SERVER, WE ARE IN DANGER 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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acreattaviacco · 3 months

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My MLQC Experience Log#1

Welcome to my somewhat reaction, I just want to gush about this game. I didn't know anything about this game but I like the art and premise so yeah!

I am not gonna get attached to these characters real quick no I am not

First time doing this let's go

First things first, hello our cute MC❤️

I must admit I did not expect we would run a company let alone our parents died???? But glad to know we have a backstory for ourselves

Another thing that surprised me was that they did voice acting in English!

Unfortunately, we didn't meet Victor in person but the first one we did meet was KIRO!...Oh no....I'm in trouble

Sir you smell like sunshine and that innocent smile is making me melt

You are literally shinning aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh🔅

also-

Don't do this Kiro (Childhood) friends-to-lovers trope is my weakness so don't add more fuel to the fire but sure I can give the prize card inside the potato chips. He's so extroverted!! But he's so sweet 💕

After our separate ways, we try going back to our company and-

Hello there Victor sudden entrance but thanks for saving me. (Wait what do you mean I am an Evol?) Sadly it was short but now it's Gavin!!!

Wait!! Gavin!!...you just left

Okay new plan for the last episode of Miracle Finder instead of Kiro it's Lucien the Professor but

Not only that he was really good at being cheeky and a tease I might have gone red from that conversation alone! Can you blame me? The man slowly whispered in our ear and hahahahahahaha😳

Okay👍

Luckily He agreed to be on the show and I like this side of him as well

aaaaawww 10/10 Domestic life Husband material

After finishing the last episode some good news!

I didn't mention this earlier but the side characters have sprites, some even have voices which is really nice

Now we report the good news to our boss, negotiate and-

Can we trick him with puppy eyes? Oh he's a cat person sadge : (

Okay, seriously both Lucien and Victor's voices are so soothing to hear can you record an audiobook for us? no wait I would sleep through it

Though this is funny

I really like Victor, he's the right amount of tsundere that I like it's cute. Sadly he had the last laugh

We are going through places so fast and this is chapter 2 But we get to meet Gavin now!

You faced Victor you'll be fine...wait he works as a cop?

WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! GAVIN! WE ARE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS :D !!!!!

But at the same time aaawww Gavin what happened? What blood-soaked letter? I need to know more!!! (Also that scar, he doesn't hide it)

Hahahahahahaha I'm sorry why are you a lot cuter now? The fact we go to the same school and even after all these years? Shoot weren't we here on assignment?

After that investigation, there is this

It's sweet only to realize it's a tracker(Actually don't mind this, no I am not delulu) But hey the sentiment is there!

Now to report to Victor! But if he was my boss in real life I swear to you unless he makes moves first I would just be talking business and nothing else

I know we are in the entertainment industry but man our life is dramatic

Dammit why do you have to be our boss, still would romance you though, and 0 to 100 real quick

You call us from time to time and I wonder why Victor is so uh..."soft" to us. Don't stop though keep calling and texting even how much you deny it 💗

After that Business deal, we went out and dun dun dun trouble

Hooray! The sweet release of death! /j (Seriously I am joking but a lot of people want us dead)

Luckily Gavin (and Lucien's advice) saves the day!

I know the main story is linear but I still feel spoiled by all these CGs it feels unreal

Also did not expect I would fall for Gavin this hard, look at that warm smile!!! :D

It's nice to know we are still wearing our tracker, no I still don't mind this (Okay maybe I am a little delulu but let me have this)

I will gush on you later my sweet Kiro for now I will add you to the list of my bundle of sunshine characters I love and adore(It's a small list but I adore them aahhhhh)

Chapter two is done!

That's about it I haven't even touched the dates and events heck there are so many I just wanted to focus on the main story, for now, I need to figure out the game mechanics and grind to level up my cards

I should have looked at a tutorial first but now I will!!

@jozhenji , @celiciaa must taggy tag you :D

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purple-cat-demon · 9 months

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Happy Birthday to the Aerial Sweetheart! 🐺💙

(do we still call him that?? 😅)

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multifandom-worlds · 4 months

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Question time!

For the next month or so, feel free to send me questions about anything I've written, from my various one-shots to my series. Any sort of question you can come up with (save for pregnancy-related questions) is welcome! I'll link my Masterlist so it's easier to browse my work. I just really want to connect with you more!

Tagging people who might be interested: @simplyholl @holdmytesseract @lokisgoodgirl @dryyoursaltyoceantears @buttercupcookies-blog @ladyofthestayingpower @sarahscribbles @otome-and-fanfiction @winterslove1917

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libelularosa · 29 days

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#otome game #otome #juego otome #otome romance #mr love queen's choice #english otome #mr love gavin

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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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joukhr · 2 months

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kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 1 year

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THOUGHTS OF YOU WHEN YOU WEAR HIS CLOTHES

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GAVIN

|| SHE LOOKS SMALL IN MY SHIRT...

|| CUTE *CHUCKLES*

|| "YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR STEALING MY JACKET"

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

VICTOR

|| SHE LOOKS HAPPY WEARING IT

|| MY SHIRT'S TO BIG ON HER *FIXES YOUR HIS SHIRT*

|| "COMFORTABLE? SMELLS LIKE PUDDING? DUMMY"

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

LUCIEN

|| SHE LOOKS SMALL WEARING MY LABCOAT

|| *OPENS CLOSET* SO THIS IS WHERE MY SHIRTS ARE. SILLY GIRL

|| "YOU'LL GET COLD IF YOU LEAVE IT LIKE THIS" *BUTTONS SHIRT*

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

KIRO

|| HOODIE THEIF

|| MY OLD SHIRT IS TOO SHORT!

|| "YOU SHOULD GIVE ME A KISS AS A PAYMENT FOR STEALING MY HOODIES :<"

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

SHAW

|| NO WONDER I CAN'T FIND MY JACKET...

|| WEARING MY JACKET TO HER OFFICE EH?

|| "FINE, FINE. I'LL LET YOU HAVE MY JACKET"

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THANKS FOR READING!

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xingxueyue · 4 days

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Sherlock Holmes Collaboration: Detective Story Wish Tree Event

Date: 25 April 2024 to 5 May 2024

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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

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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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