those two might be brothers, but that doesn't mean kristoph will hold back on klavier! he'll do everything in his power to win you over, no matter the cost!
however, kristoph is good at pretending. he'll act supportive of klavier, as the two of you talk about their feelings for you for hours – or rather, klavier talks and kristoph listens, only rarely adding something himself
klavier was likely the one who fell in love with you first! kristoph might've had an eye on you before, but thanks to klavier's constant talk about you, he slowly began to take interest in you as well!
klavier is very openly affectionate and flirty with you! he makes it very clear to you that he likes you, even if he's naturally a little bit flirty–
kristoph, on the other hand, is very subtle with his flirting. he plays mind games with you, saying things that'll leave you wondering how to possibly interpret them! and that's how he makes sure you're constantly thinking about him, one way or another…
their ideas of a date vary as well! kristoph likes to take you to either a fancy restaurant or some rather shady looking bars, while klavier likes to entertain you and take you somewhere new and exciting, so you'll always have some fun memories to look back on with him
klavier already plans on confessing to you, but while kristoph doesn't plan on confessing to you as well, he plans to sabotage klavier's confession, make you think less of him, so you'll run back to kristoph after the failed confession
and while kristoph doesn't plan on confessing to you, he plans to make you confess to him! if he achieves that, he knows he has you wrapped around his finger for good!
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Ugh anything w Gavin pls I miss him horribly and I keep thinking what his kinks/fetishes would be, he sure likes freelancer slow stripping for him and god I wish someone would write it in vivid details
Savor: Bodyworshipper Gavin x GN!Freelancer (semi-sfw)
OP: i also miss him terribly…he’s unironically become a top competitor for my favorite (its between him and sam🤭), so i’ll gladly indulge you! if you want something longer lmk, but i wanted to do more of a drabble!
Gavin is very good at making people feel loved, wanted, desired. And he prides himself on that. Something about someone’s warm (or cold, he doesn’t discriminate) body under his palms just does it for him.
But he’s only ever had it in a more non-committal context. Of course, that was more than enough for him at some point. But since getting with his Beloved…well, let’s just say everyone before feels like fast food to him.
The freelancer can’t remember the last time they didn’t feel some sort of touch on their person since getting with Gavin. Sometimes, the touches are rushed, desperate. Hands pull at clothes, mouthes press against skin, and there is little room for words between the moans and sighs coming from either partner.
But other times, things are slow, deliberate. And those are the times Gavin likes the most. Once, his Beloved made a joke about how he must love “savoring his food”, and that kinda stuck with him.
Moments of pleasure with them, no matter how sexual or kinky, don’t feel like feeding to him. He actually is adversed to the thought of even categorizing it as such. It makes a uncomfortable feeling sit in his gut, and even though weeks have passed, it’s still there.
So, when his Beloved comes to him with a glint of tease in his eye, he has two goals in mind.
One, to make his love feel good and happy, always the first priority.
Two, to unpack his feelings on…whatever this is. And well, Gavin’s more of a “learn as we go” kinda guy. So when a half-lidded freelancer pushes him backwards on the couch with a sultry “look, don’t touch”, he doesn’t complain.
His eyes drink in his partner’s form in front of him. Everything from their eyes, face, waist, thighs — they’re all so beautiful to him. He watches as their hands slowly reach for their top, the skin underneath peeking from beneath the fabric.
He can almost imagine his hands cupped on either side of their torso, or how their skin feels under his lips or better — fuck, his tongue.
As more and more of his partner’s stomach is revealed, he can trace the path that he usually takes all the way up to their chest. Like a map, he knows every area where he loves to stop and bite, kiss, suck. He knows what spots cause his Beloved to make the prettiest noises, ones that make his core sing.
The top being discarded casually on the ground breaks Gavin from his thoughts, his eyes meeting his Beloved’s. They comment on how blissed out he looks.
“Are you really that down bad for me?” They ask.
“Is that even a question?” Gavin chuckles, with slight disbelief. But he knows the comment is out of pure tease, and not insecurity. He tilts forward to reach, before being pushed back again.
“Stay.”
Gavin makes a noise between a groan and a purr. It catches in his throat once the freelancer hooks their thumbs on their bottom’s waistline. Gavin watches with an aching heart (and cock) as more and more of his love’s body gets revealed. His eyes brush over their body like a painter, taking note of every last detail. He can tell just from looking alone that his Beloved is reeling from the affect they’re having on him. Not being able to show just how much he admires them and their stunning form is genuinely painful.
“Baby, please.” Gavin says, a pathetic undertone to his voice. Not that he cares, he knows how to get what he wants.
“Please, what?” His love responds, lifting his chin up so he can look at them properly. He almost laughs at how much the power trip is getting to their head. But he will admit, this is hot.
“Let me touch you. I need to feel you, you’re just too gorgeous for me to just look.” He says, pressing his face against their chest, looking up at them like a puppy. He feels the chuckle rumbling through their chest in response.
“And what if I just wanted to soak in your attention? What if I don’t feel like going all the way right now?” They test.
“Then we don’t. But not being able to worship you is torture. And I’ve done nothing to warrant it.” He says between kisses that trickle from their collarbone, down their shoulder.
Like clockwork, the two switch positions, Gavin hovering and drinking in his partner’s glorious body.
“Fuck…” He mumbles before leaning in to kiss them. “You’re so beautiful.”
His lips press against every inch of skin in their path, his touch reverent as it traces the thighs of the absolute masterpiece underneath him.
This experience feels almost spiritual to him. To an extent, he guesses it is. He can feel his very core pulling towards his Beloved, imploring him to do anything to let him express just how overwhelmed with love he feels in this moment. The dam in his heart leaks through soft spoken praises, cherished petnames, and gentle squeezes.
Gavin feels as if he could spend his whole life doing this. Rubbing and kissing over the supple skin underneath him. Never did he think that someone’s beauty could bring him to his knees, especially without the expectation of oral, but here he is.
His Beloved’s leg hooked over his shoulder. Their eyes trained on him, looking from above with an expression of pure contentment. His lips and fingers drawing invisible tattoos of praise all along their body, a wish for them to feel just a fraction of what he does in this moment.
This doesn’t feel like a meal to him. It never has, and he’s never been more grateful for it. While his sexual instincts prove helpful in many ways, in others it can make him feel animalistic. In the worst of times, he wonders how much they affected his feelings for the freelancer. But moments like these are what mean the world to him.
To be of service to his partner, and kneel before them, worshipping them in ways that don’t even begin to express how he feels. That’s what feels right to him.
OP: i hope you liked it >< admittedly, it’s my first time writing something like this? and i didnt edit it that much so i hope its good. constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated!
Summary: When Gavin denies being ticklish, you can’t resist testing the theory yourself. A few laughs, a few blushes, and one flustered officer later, it’s clear who really won this playful battle.
Lee: Reader
Ler: Gavin
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“I’m not ticklish,” Gavin said bluntly. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Oh, really? Then what about that one time I tickled your side? You weren’t ticklish when that happened?”
Gavin’s cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly and tried to push it off. “That didn’t happen. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I never picked you to be such a liar, Gavin.” you said then poked his side lightly. He grunted and flinched from your poke. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“But I already know the truth. It’s you being in denial.” you slowly and lightly wiggled your fingers against his sides. Gavin pressed his lips together and pushed your hands away. You moved your hands all around his waist to tickle him, getting his stomach, sides, ribs, and even his armpits.
“Ahahahahahaha, would you stohohohop?!” he said between laughing. He wiggled away from you but you followed his move. “Nope! You gotta admit you’re ticklish!” “Nohohohohohoho! Stohohohohop!”
“Aww, Gavin, you never told me you have such a cute laugh! Now it makes me want to tickle you more often just to hear it.” you rapidly squeezed his sides.
“You’re sohohoho mehehehean!” Gavin kept laughing and squirming under your fingers.
“Oh, am I? You’re the one who lied first, officer.” “I dihihihihihidn’t liehehehehe!” “Sure, you didn’t.”
Then Gavin grabbed your wrists to make you stop. He breathed heavily and giggled softly. “Okay, please no more.” “I guess I’ll let up.” you finally stopped, letting him catch his breath. He was still chuckling quietly, his chest rising and falling as he wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye.
“See?” you said smugly. “Totally ticklish.”
Gavin gave you a sharp glare that usually made criminals quake, but the pink in his cheeks ruined the effect. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered.
You smiled, brushing his messy hair back. “I know.” His hand caught yours, fingers intertwining gently. “Don’t make a habit of that,” he said softly. “Or I’ll have to retaliate.”
“Oh?” you teased, leaning closer. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
The corner of his mouth lifted into a rare smirk. “You’ll find out.”
For the prompts could I please request 12 with Gavin as A and reader as B. Bonus points if readers ex is Kamski and its the half brothers AU. I live for drama xx
Hi! We support drama around here. Fictional drama, anyway. It was actually a pretty interesting challenge to include all the messy family stuff plus Gavin's complexities into a short one-shot. Hopefully I pulled it off!
12. A and B go on a date together that gets crashed by one of B's exes.
(SFW)
Read on AO3.
To say that you and Gavin Reed had had a long road to get to this point would be an understatement. Like so many, your first impression of the snarky detective had not been a positive one. He was the resident asshole at the DPD, plain and simple. Except as you got to know him, you realised it wasn’t simple at all. His spiky comments and barely-contained rage were a smokescreen for the fear and self-doubt underneath.
Gavin would rather be seen as a short-tempered prick than let anyone discover the vulnerable side he kept hidden, but as soon as you began to suspect that there was more to him than spite, you chipped away at his defences. Gradually, you unearthed the truth of him: a man with a difficult upbringing, who’d worked hard and fought hard for everything he had, whose greatest fear was having it all taken away.
With your new understanding came a genuine desire for friendship, a desire that Gavin seemed to share; at first grudgingly, but then with slowly increasing sincerity. You still disagreed on a lot of things, but you fought about them in good spirits, and on occasion, Gavin even changed his mind on something. The one thing he remained adamant about, however, was androids.
You could understand his point of view at first. New technology threatening job security, yadda, yadda. Humanity had been through that cycle many times before and had come out the other side with a slightly different way of life. But during the fraught days of Markus’s revolution, you both had to rethink your stance. Not only were androids here to stay, they were alive.
Gavin accepted it because he had no choice. Laws were put in place protecting android-kind, and the behaviour he’d shown towards them initially was now looked on as hate crime. He knew he could lose his job if he treated his android co-workers with anything less than basic respect, and he’d worked too hard for his detective’s badge to let that happen.
You had been thoroughly converted to the deviant cause during the revolution, and had even made several android friends in the months that followed. You knew they were alive, however impossible it seemed, and the fact that they were now paid a wage and had to interview for jobs took away some of the concerns about unemployment. Not all of them, but at least the process was slightly more fair. Despite all the changes, however, Gavin still harboured an unrelenting hatred for androids; he just kept it to himself. You couldn’t understand why he clung to his past prejudices, but every time you tried to bring it up, he deflected.
The two of you had agreed to disagree, and your friendship had progressed as it was. The dynamic tilted on its axis one ordinary night, when the banter took a flirty turn that seemed a little more serious than usual, and gazes were held a little too long. You’d been convinced that the stubborn, spiky man was friendship material and nothing more, but slowly that same stubborn, spiky man had become the one that made you laugh, that you turned to first with your problems or good news. So, naturally, when he asked you out on a date, you turned him down the first four times.
That led you to this night, when you and Gavin Reed had finally decided to admit that there was a definite romantic element to your connection and go out to dinner together.
Gavin was aware that if the all-important first date got messed up, you’d never try dating each other ever again, so he had decided to take you to one of Detroit’s most exclusive restaurants. It was a classic option, and made you feel fancy in a way that you hadn’t felt in years. Gavin was suited and booted, and you’d made considerable effort too. If your matching stunned reactions were anything to go by, you’d both succeeded at scrubbing up well.
“Have you been here before?” you asked as you entered the warm mood lighting of the restaurant.
Gavin scoffed. “No. Too common for places like this, y’know.”
You smirked. “Think they’ll let us eat here?”
“They’d better. I don’t have a plan B.”
Fortunately, seeing as your money was as good as anyone’s, the staff gave you no issues, leading you to your table, which was tastefully decorated with a single, perfect orchid.
“Have you been here before?” Gavin threw back at you, leafing through the menu, which was actual printed card and not digital.
“No. I came close once, though,” you admitted. “A guy I was dating was going to bring me here, but we broke up.”
Gavin shrugged. “His loss.”
You smiled at the comment, inclined to agree, and picked up your own menu.
“Hey,” Gavin added softly, catching your attention. “I mean that. Every idiot who let you walk away…it’s their loss. I’m not gonna be stupid enough to do the same. Just so we’re clear.”
Your smile grew gentler, and absurdly, you felt your cheeks warm in a blush. You nodded, touched by the rare show of sincerity. Gavin did not often give voice to his more tender thoughts.
Of course, he couldn’t let the moment linger too long either. “Okay, so am I gonna go with the chicken or take out a new loan on my house so I can get a steak?”
You snorted a laugh, trying not to look at the prices.
A door not far from your table slid open, revealing a private dining area, no doubt for the top clientele. You averted your eyes as a man emerged, not wanting to stare. It was something you liked to do whenever you encountered someone who clearly wanted attention: refuse to provide it. Fate had other plans, however, and you glanced up as you heard your name spoken in quiet but commanding tones.
Your eyes widened at the sight of Elijah Kamski, a rare, tight smile curving his lips. He was paler than you remembered, which made sense. You’d heard he’d become something of a recluse in recent years.
“Elijah,” you said in surprise.
“You look radiant,” he said smoothly, the compliment sliding off his tongue with no emotions attached to it whatsoever. You weren’t sure how that made you feel. “Then again, you always did know how to dress for these kinds of places,” Elijah went on.
“Thank you,” you muttered.
“You know him?” Gavin blurted.
You turned your head to take in his expression; a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
“Uh, yeah,” you ventured, trying not to let your sudden awkwardness show. “Um…Elijah and I used to date. A long time ago.”
Gavin’s eyes widened in shock. You were used to that reaction. It was why you didn’t mention to people that you’d once dated the Elijah Kamski. People either didn’t believe you or peppered you with questions.
You watched, startled, as Elijah grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and set it down at yours. He sat, posture rigid, smiling politely, and you resisted the urge to gawp at him. Was it not obvious that you were on a date?
“Uh…” you began, but Gavin cut you off.
“You never mentioned him.”
You looked back at him, frowning slightly at the unexpected anger present in his voice and expression. Did it really matter who was in your dating past? It was the past for a reason, after all.
“Well…” you stumbled, “I’m sure you’ve not told me about all your exes either.”
“Yeah, but…” Gavin shut off his sentence, inhaling noisily through his nose.
Your mind was spinning, trying to make sense of his reaction, which was far more elevated than you thought it should be. Was it the android thing again? Did he somehow see your past with Elijah as some sort of betrayal? That seemed far-fetched for someone with a largely logical mind, but Gavin had been known to overreact when androids were involved.
“Sounds like you haven’t mentioned me either, Gavin,” Elijah spoke up calmly.
Your head whipped round at his use of Gavin’s name. You hadn’t had time to introduce them, so how…?
“Yeah, I wonder why that is,” Gavin practically snarled.
“What the hell is going on?” you demanded, looking between them both.
Gavin shook his head slightly, but he was the one to answer you. “Turns out you dated my fucking half-brother.”
It was your turn to stare at him in shock. “Your what?”
“Gavin is the product of one of my father’s more long-lasting indiscretions,” Elijah explained. “We only learned of it as teenagers, after his death.”
“Pretty major inconvenience for you, wasn’t it,” Gavin shot back acidly. “But I get it. You were busy being the world’s most pretentious sixteen-year-old, founding your fucking robotics company. You had no time to waste on reaching out to a brother you didn’t know you had.”
The sarcasm in his voice almost made you cringe, and something vital clicked into place. Teenaged Gavin had wanted to form a connection, and Elijah hadn’t been receptive. CyberLife had been a bigger priority, which made it the first incident of androids taking up space that Gavin had wanted to take himself. And all throughout his adult life, he’d been seeing it happen again and again as technology threatened jobs that humans had once done. No wonder he hated them. They represented the rejection that must have come at a difficult time in his life.
You knew from past conversations that Gavin had assumed throughout his childhood that his dad had left his mom when he was young. He’d implied that he’d learned something different later in life, but he’d never elaborated. Now it made sense.
You’d briefly dated Elijah in the early years of CyberLife’s big success, finding him intriguing and brooding at a time when you’d thought that was what you wanted. You broke up when you realised how little time he actually had to spend with you. Never once had he mentioned a half-brother.
You glanced between them, realising with surprise that you could pick out a few minor similarities in their faces when you were seeing them side by side. It seemed you had a type.
“My mother was upset by the revelation,” Elijah said, “you know that, Gavin. I didn’t want to add to her grief and betrayal.”
“At least your mom had him with her. She didn’t spend a few months thinking she was someone’s priority only to find out she’s the fucking side chick.”
You wanted to reach across the table and take Gavin’s hand, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t want that. Not in front of Elijah.
“What the fuck did you see in this guy?” he added to you. “It’s gotta be the money, right? He could afford to take you to places like this all the time.”
You stared at him, stung. Logically you understood that he was lashing out without proper thought, but you didn’t appreciate the implication that you were actually shallow. He knew better. He knew you better.
“Actually, I’d barely made my first million when we were together,” Elijah said, which didn’t help at all.
“Well fuck, aren’t you just super relatable.”
“Elijah,” you spoke up, patience wearing thin, “was there something you wanted? Because Gavin and I are here to have dinner. Alone.”
“I intended to catch up, but perhaps another time would be better.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gavin interjected, getting to his feet. “Have a nice stroll down memory lane together. I’m done.”
He stormed off, weaving his way through elegant tables. You turned narrowed eyes on Elijah.
“What the hell, Elijah? Was it not obvious that we were on a date?”
He shrugged, infuriatingly calm. “I’ve never been very good at reading social situations. Would you like a drink? We can stroll down memory lane.”
“The only place I’m strolling is after Gavin,” you said firmly, pushing your chair back. “Your androids are more human than you. At least they experience empathy and compassion.”
His eyebrows rose, but he said nothing further as you followed Gavin’s path out. You bypassed the startled concierge, heading onto the street and jogging towards the parking lot. Gavin had driven you both, but with the mood he was in, you couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t leave without you.
To your surprise, he was leaning against his car, hands in his pockets and a torn expression on his face. He looked equally surprised to see you, and you tried to figure out how the fuck he’d thought you would have preferred to reminisce with Elijah over spending time with him. But that tracked with how Gavin had seen himself throughout his life. Replaceable. Unimportant. Despite your annoyance with him, your heart broke a little bit.
“I dunno what I was thinking bringing you here,” he said, sounding considerably calmer than he had in the restaurant. “I don’t fit in here and I never will.”
“And you think I do? We’re on the same wage, Gav.”
“Yeah, but you’re…” He trailed off.
“What?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
You approached, leaning beside him. “I’m not better than you,” you said. “I mean, I am great, obviously.”
He snorted a faint laugh, which you considered a win.
“But you know what?” you went on. “I think you’re pretty great too.”
“Okay, camp counsellor,” he said sardonically.
“Fuck off,” you retorted, bumping your arm against his. “I dated Elijah years ago. He was only just starting to come to places like this. I went to a few with him but…I hated it. I didn’t fit in at all, I just managed to fake it. Elijah never noticed. It’s part of the reason why we broke up, but mostly we were just a mismatch.”
“Yeah, I get that.” He sent you an apologetic look. “I shouldn’t have said what I said back there. It was just…in the moment, I could see all the things he could give you that I can’t.”
“Didn’t you stop to think about whether they’d be things I’d actually want?”
“I guess not. I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not,” you said seriously. “You’re just scared, I think. Scared of losing things you care about.”
His posture stiffened slightly beside you, clearly showing his discomfort at having his raw truth laid bare, but he stayed where he was.
“You’re allowed to take up space, Gavin. I know it’s easier to act like a dick than to be decent and risk being rejected, but there are people that want you to take up space in their lives. I want you to take up space.”
He met your gaze, and you were glad to see that he seemed to be taking your words on board. It wouldn’t be an overnight change. You’d probably end up having dozens more conversations exactly like this. But maybe he’d be willing to listen. And maybe he’d eventually learn to let go of some of his anger and fear.
“Yeah?” he said, voice quiet.
“Yeah. You said you wouldn’t be stupid enough to let me walk away, right? That makes you smarter than Elijah.”
He huffed a disbelieving laugh. “Sure, maybe. On this one thing.” His expression sobered. “But…maybe it’s the one thing that really matters.”
You weren’t used to this quiet, sincere Gavin, and you weren’t entirely sure what to say back. You half expected him to break the moment with a quip, like he’d done in the restaurant, but he simply held your gaze, seemingly content to let you see behind his defences for once. You were touched, finding yourself surprisingly emotional after the turbulent evening, and it was you who broke the moment with a quip.
“So, are you going to kiss me or what?”
Gavin’s face softened further in a slow-spreading grin. “I don’t know. We’ve never done that before. Kinda feels like it would be a game-changer.”
He wasn’t wrong. The two of you may be on a date, but so far you hadn’t really done anything that you hadn’t done during your friendship. You were standing much closer than you usually did, however, and the way you were both leaning had your noses within an inch of touching.
“Gav?” you murmured.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
He closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth in a surprisingly soft kiss. The two of you lingered there, testing the new development. Then you parted your lips under his, pressing yourself closer, and his tongue met yours. His stubble prickled your skin, and you had a sudden, visceral need to feel it in other places.
You were breathless when you parted, your blood running hot in your veins. Gavin’s eyes were dark, fixed on your mouth as if he was already thinking about kissing you again.
“Fuck the date,” you declared. “I have a four-part plan to improve our evening.”
Gavin looked amused, his arms reassuringly snug around your waist. “Yeah? Let’s hear it.”
You lifted a hand to count on your fingers. “Beer.”
“Like it so far.”
“Pizza.”
“Yup.”
“Your couch.”
“Uh-huh.”
“More making out.”
He nodded in approval. “Sounds perfect.”
And maybe, if things went well, you’d add a fifth part and really shake up the dynamic of your relationship.
And maybe, if things went really well, one day you would successfully convince this stubborn, bitter man that he was worth so much more than he thought.
Whatever you make for breakfast, it is the feeling of love that stirs in his belly when he takes that first bite.
His amber eyes which had carried harsh, unrelenting determination to each part of the mission he'd return from was another man. The man who before you crumbled, like swiping the last few flakes of pastry from one's lips. The specs almost unnoticeable, until his eyes were shining before you, unbidden by worries now and emenating pure radiance. As if he hadn't been taking rations and eating in minimal contact postings, each day a grey, bland wasteland of indifference, until he's back in your world. The man who set his jaw as a leader, a king, was the one lowering his mane, and drinking in the sight of you, as if the last week had simply been a mirage.
There, your man had returned, and your world simply moved on, the sudden posting passing by without a word, confidential and you had learned to glean small messages in his unspoken looks. The way his eyes lit up at the udon noodles you bought in the grocery shop, the signs of sharing your favourite meals together a pleasant joy. You wondered why you hadn't done this before - back when your worlds had just brushed the tips of each other's - why you hadn't gone and demanded an evening where you cooked something for him. Sat him down at your table and fed him food surely he had no desire to cook only for himself. But beside you, his steady hands worked the knife through the lettuce, a half smile forming on your lips, admiring the controlled, repeated thud of the knife wielded by a man capable of blowing the whole world off its hinges, and yet, bowed - folded, even - to the gentlest petition from your fingers.
The flicker of bronze in his hair when the kitchen lights sailed through, and his half-curling smile as he glances at you. Kindness brushing each glance, each moment you share together, in that beautiful, peaceful quiet. Your chirps of instructions, and cheeky placement of your fingers on his hips as you lean over to the side of him, smelling the brew and broth bubbling under his steady watch. The tracing of your fingers affectionately brushing the ends of his hair, and mentally catalogueing booking a barber's appointment for him, or better yet, if you should offer to do it for him. Somehow, your unsteady heart tilted at the thought of seeing the light in his eyes at the suggestion - something so domestic might actually make your boyfriend blush.
You press your lips where denim met seam against his back, happy at the way your arms wrapped around his chest, and you nuzzled him affectionately. Your lips curling as you feel the soft rumble of his laugh, his delight, as he gently stirs the broth, one hand reaching back to pat your head.
His familiar scent fills your mind with fuzz, and you cling back onto him, tighter, because you can. Because he was here, and the seven days it had been where you couldn't had to be squeezed into just one, right now.
"I'm here. Right here. Do you want to try some?" his fingers reach for a spoon, and you squeeze him as he shifts, causing a small huff of laughter, "Are you going to come out from there, or am I going to have to feed it to you?" and you know he's loving it, and your clingy happiness, because his tone is light in the same way he talked about stars, in the way he stilled and shifted so you were suddenly tightly pressed against his chest instead. His spare fingers carded through your hair, despite holding the spoon and keeping it level so the hot liquid wouldn't spill over you.
You look up and your smile becomes more of a grin, and you open your mouth making a little 'ahhh' sound.
And Gavin's own lips curl as he brings it to your lips, trying to debate if also making 'choo choo' noises would ruin it and make you snort and choke.
He decides against it instantly, but he's fighting a concealed smile at the thought.
The very concept of you being his wife is almost a reality when you slurp down the broth with your foodie-like vigor, because in that moment, your eyes half-lidded and with your arms snaked around him, felt like the best bit of heaven he'd tasted in months.
When Gavin goes back to STF without your loving homecooking, he sulks in his office during lunch until Eli drags him out.
Gavin's excuses of not being hungry only fail when Eli reminds him solemnly that he would call you and Gavin suddenly realises having to stare down at your grumpy little pout is not quite worth the disappointment and worry sparking in your gaze when he returned home.
Godamnit Eli, Gavin would think moodily for the rest of the day, because their udon was never going to be a scratch on what happiness he found sharing his with you.
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Honestly, out of all of the MLQC men, Gavin would be the most domestic-pleased baby you ever did see. You think Gavin's happiness over a a wife and meal at home would ever surpass anything else you could do for him? Think again. This man is a baby, and he loves the happy,maternal nature of a kind being wife who simply loves him enough to cook for him? It's not even a sexist/outdated view thing, it's just the joy of having a wife with a beautiful maternal instinct that totally doesn't remind him of the few, happy memories of his mother, and seeing you would do the same thing, that level of care, and holding/hugging him while he helped cook with you? Hmm. *wiggles eyebrows* I don't know, this domestic world just gives him butterflies.
Can you see a lil' baby Gavin helping his mother cook, standing between her legs whilst sprinkling in a herb over a dish on the stove? Them shuffling to a song on the radio, and his mother carefully helping him reach the pot, and ruffling his hair?
Ack, I have THOUGHTS about this guy.
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A/N: This has probably been done before. But not by me.
Warnings: GN!reader, just fluff, not proof read
Connor
being his analytical and curios self, he has the habit of studying you
so, he will silently observe you every time you get to play on your console/pc
he will note what type of games you like to play
if you spend a lot of time in front of the screen he will tell you the side effects of too much screentime
it is both adorable how much he cares about your health and yet annoying how he basically scolds you as if you are a child
if you happen to have any multiplayer games he will want to play with you, though he wouldn't know how to approach the topic
so instead he will sit beside you and watch
It was one of those nights; calm rain tapped at the windows of your apartment. Inside it was gloomy with the only light source being your screen; the room was relatively quiet aside from the sound of your fingers hitting the buttons and your vocalized reactions. Connor stood by the door with his side resting against it as he observed you; his head was slightly tilted to the side, and his soft brown eyes were glued on you, yet you didn't sense it. Nor did you sense as he silently crept into the room only to sit next to you, for you were too focused on the game.
"Hi, love." Your eyes peeled off the screen for a split second to glance at him.
"You are playing (favorite game) again?" He rested his head atop your shoulder as he noted. In response, you hummed.
"You know what?" You spoke up as you exited to the main menu and glanced at him, who was already looking at you.
"You wanna give it a try?"
if you ask him to join in he will be happier than ever
at first, it will take him a couple of minutes to get an idea of how the controls work
you will most likely beat him in the first round but then you wouldn't have the same success
he's a natural
whether or not it has to do with him being an advanced prototype he's great
though he will intentionally let you win so he wouldn't hurt your pride
if you prefer story-centered games he would cuddle up to you with his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as his head rests on your lap and your armrests atop his head occasionally stroking his hair
he would discuss with you what the best choice is and will go on and explain why he roots for certain characters
once you get too tired he will urge you to go to sleep
he will turn your console/pc off and gently carry you to bed
Gavin
secretly, he would be excited to hear you share yet another interest with him
"You are shitting me." He rolled his eyes at you, his crossed arms resting in front of his chest.
"I'm for real I love that game."
despite trying to be cool about it he will come off as a total nerd when talking about his favorite games
it will take all his willpower to resist the urge to kiss you right then and there when he finds out you love the same games as him
he will be eager to play with you
I don't know why but I feel like he's into old-school games
he will definitely take to an arcade as a date
Gavin hates to loose
but if he loses to you maybe he will try not to be such a dick about it
he will pout a bit and will want a revanche but he wouldn't directly admit you beat him
"Just admit it, Reed. You lost." You teasingly pushed his shoulder as the smug grin didn't leave your face even for a second. In return he scoffed ad looked away, silently cursing himself for being so bad at the damn game all of a sudden.
"You were just lucky..... As always." He spoke under his breath.
"Nah it's just talent."
if you two live together it wouldn't be a rare occurrence for you to have a night in; take out sitting on the coffee table as you two play your favorite multiplayer game in ungodly hours of the night until you can't keep your eyes open
Markus
having taken care of humans, Markus tends to keep track of your habits and make sure they aren't affecting your health
so be prepared for him to advise you to not spend that much time in front of the screen
other than that he's a total sweetheart
I doubt he would want to join you in a game since he prefers other activities such as going for a walk or playing the piano/ painting
though he would occasionally ask you about your favorite games
as mentioned earlier he's a care giver
he will make sure you are hydrated and your nutrition is taken care of
it wouldn't be a rare occurance for him to come into the room with a glass of water and a table of healthy snacks
"You're the best you know that." You smile at him as you take a grape and swallow it whole, which in return causes him to smile back.
"Don't forget to drink water." he reminded you as he headed out, the smile on his face still curling the corners of his lips.
Warnings : sexuals content, face sitting, handjob and many mores
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Markus
- please just sit on this androids face, he would do anything to pleasure you.
- don't mind about sitting on yours but is kind of nervous because androids are heavier so he makes sure he doesn't put all his weight
- doesn't jerk off while eating you out tho, he will just grab your tights to focus to give you pleasure
- buuuut if it's you who is jerking him off then this poor man is gone
- his skin features probably peels off whenever your skin and his touch, even tho you can't interface it's a reflex for his body.
- if you can't stop moaning his name, he will overstimulate you until you can't cum anymore
- your first time while face sitting would be after the androids got their rights, he was still a leader but he had less on his shoulders to carry (except you wink wink)
-after the androids law being accorded he had took you to an hotel, the time he could get some paperworks done before going back to Carl but.. This night wasn't about papers at all
- you took him on the bed because he was stressing himself too much and before you could know it you were already making out in the bed and seconds after he make you sit on his face
- he said it was the better reward for being the android leader
Connor
- this poor Android doesn't understand the need to facesit, he took a while to understand that you wanted proper sex with him but if you don't say verbally that you want to sit on his face he will not initiate it at first
- when you finally said it, he makes researches whenever he can to understand what you mean by that, he tried to ask hank about it first to seem more human but when the poor old lieutenant cough so hard that he couldn't even breath he quickly got that it wasn't the best approach to get more informations
- once he collected enough data he would organize a date (I know androids can't eat but I saw a headcanon where they eat thirium food and I thought it was really cute), after the date would take you at a hotel
- "do whatever you want but not in my house kid" that's what hank said to Connor before he got to your date and after giving money for the hotel "it would be rude to take the people you date to their own house" he said patting connor's head
- once you got into the room you couldn't keep smiling and he took a room with petals on the bed forming a heart and tamised lights too
- first it was like usual, kissing, love words exetera, then he layed down on the bed after undressing you and you sat on his face
- God he didn't imagine how good it could felt for you, would maybe want to try it out but would'nt ask for it before some time
- this tongue isn't just to take samples ;)
- let's say that for the rest of the night you didn't slept
Ralph
- at first the poor boy didn't even knew what you were talking about
- sex? Face sitting? What's all of that?
- but once you explained everything calmly to him and that he got that it wasn't hurtful for any of you he accepted
- first you got to your house because doing that at the squat was.. Weird
- you just begin with little kisses on his face and scars but before you could see it, he rolled over and make you sit on his face after ripping whatever clothes was between his mouth and his goal
- you didn't knew a such precious being could be so wild but you didn't mind tho
- would ask if you could do the same for him because he wanted to know how could it feels since he saw how you were excited
- "Ralph likes y/n like this.. He wants to know how it feels too!"
- now it's one of Ralph's favorite activities to do with you
Hank
- you were dating with hank for a little while and you hesitated to ask him if you could practice facesitting and that he would say "Jesus y/n I'm too old for these things!"
- but when you actually asked him about it, it was an another story
- if you asked him in a public space he would murmur in your ear "tonight at my house, Connor will be at Markus place" or if you are both home and that Connor is gone for the day he would say : "c'mere" and start doing the job
- he is quite experienced, he was married after all
- you would probably have red tights because of the friction of his beard but you don't mind, he finds that quite erotic too
- don't ask him that he sits on your face tho, he doesn't like that
- one or two round is enough, after all he is human and old, yes he likes it but he doesn't want to get killed by you sitting on his face (even tho he says while laughing that it could be nice to die this way)
-since of his age, he can't do things like he could when he was in his 20's so facesitting is one of his favorite things because he knows that he can handle it and make you feel good at the same time
Gavin
-wow wow wow wow hold there a second
-what are you asking ?
-would'nt be for it at first maybe says things like "na it's for pussy's anyways i like my way of holding things better"
-buuuut if you insist..he would consider it
-but don't talk to anyone about this, no matter how much he loves you he's gonna kill you if you don't shut your mouth
-actually is pretty aroused when he ears you whimper on top of him, he could cum only from that
-but don't ever tease him about that because either he will make you sexually frustrated for who knows how long or would have to punish you somehow
-if one day, ONE SINGLE DAY, he let's you eat him while he is sitting on your face, told yourself your lucky
simon
-would be so glad that you ask him directly, to him that means a lot and plus it's a sign of affection so why not ?
-man he is so sweet please just praise him already
-wouldn't mind to try, but if he doesn't like it he will tell you
-would be scared when you start to tremble because of overstimulation, but once you reassure him that it's all about pleasure, he is glued to you for some time
-caresses and soft words are his love language so he will most likely caress your tights and anything that reaches his hands
-he looks at you like your some sort of divinity while having you on his face, please don't stop him
nines
-like connor pretty confused about anything sex-like (like he doesn't know yet how to initiate it), but he would get the little hints you give him
-doesn't ask anything to anyone, he doesn't need it, he is cyberlife most avanced android right ?
-many, too many researches (even at work or at night)
-he wants you to be bold with him and sincere so don't be afraid to tell him exactly what you want (if you come with a plan or a kamasutra to show him how is facesitting, would register everything in his cpu)
-wouldn't sit on you, he isn't comfortable with that yet ( at first he says that he is made to help humans and not to be pleased)
-would close his eyes during the "processus" likes he calls it,he is deviant but that serious part of him is what attracted him to you after all
- doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it tho, every sounds, moves, spots and picture he register of you is in his cpu and whenever he is bored and want to try new things (like masturbation) or maybe just because he wants to see how marvelous you are, he will read those files
-would maybe try to tease you (i sais try, doesn't mean he is good at it) and would continue or not, depends on your reaction
-leaves marks and bruises on your legs and stomach
kamski
-FUCKING FINALLY
-he was waiting his whole life that you ask him for that
-prepared everything in advance
-if you put lingerie or anything sexy on, oh god have mercy he will not leave you for a while
-doesn't mind receive but likes more giving
-could keep on for hours, he can't get enough of you really
-he saw you as a masterpiece, so he is honored to as you on his face
-but before or after, would ask if he can take snapshots of you and both of you, he is the creator of androids but he like these old techniques and he thinks you both look like gods from ancient greece
-he keepts these snapshots on him every single time and when he as to go for something, brings them with him to remember how much fun you will both have when he gets home
-makes you a bath and ask chloe for diner,pampers you, don't want to leave you until you are asleep
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Total works available: 16.
Silenced for Service (Sixty/Reader)
A New Way to Welcome Home (Connor/Reader)
Through His Eyes (Connor/Reader)
Give Me Your Heart (Nines/Reader)
Oil Change (Connor/Reader)
Cloud Nines (Nines/Reader)
In Blunt Defiance (Connor/Reader)
Trojan (Connor/Reader)
At Your Service (SWAT Connor/Reader)
The Punishment Stall (Connor/Reader)
Skin and Plastic (Connor/Gavin/Reader)
Stallion (Markus/Reader)
No Evidence (Connor/Nines/Reader)
Puppies (Connor/Nines/Sixty/Reader)
Lick Up (Connor/Reader)
Brutal Affection (Connor/Reader)
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Needy Sub Nines - With posture collar(?)
Thirium Pump Sex Connor
A Connor-based novella
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