#gavin reed x reader

[ilywrites]

Chest, Ass or Thighs?

A/n - Hi! This is what i think the DBH characters preference’s would be between your tits, ass or thighs. I know I said I wouldn’t write smut but I don’t exactly see this in that way? But if it is seen as suggestive or anything let me know!

Characters used - Connor, Gavin, Ralph, Markus.

Warnings - None!

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CONNOR

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• I think he would be a chest guy.

• Coming home from a long day at work, and lying down on your chest to relax.

• He would love it even more if you were to rake your hands through his hair, causing him to melt into you even more than he already has.

• If you tried to get up he would 100% tighten his arms around you.

“Connor, I need to make dinner.” You chuckle out at the man who’s practically glued to you right now. Eyes shut while taking deep and long breaths, letting out occasional sighs. (Do androids even breathe?)

“Dinner can wait, it isn’t that late.” He pauses “Actually. It is pretty late.” He says after opening his eyes to check the time. “I’ll order takeout for you, what would you like my love” He says after thinking over it and deciding he doesn’t want to get up and probably won’t for a while.

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GAVIN REED

• Gavin is an ass guy 100%

• No doubt in my mind he would pull some shit like smacking it as he walks by you.

• You could be standing in the kitchen making food and he’d walk past and SMACK. No matter how many times you spin around and hit him back he still laughs at your reaction and continues to do it.

• If you and him worked together you would be in the break room making coffee. Then all of a sudden fell someone smack the piss out of your ass.

• You would already know who it is from the howl of laughter because of your body’s reaction from the smack before you even turn around.

“Gavin you ass! I’ve told you to stop that!” You say spinning around and hitting his arm. He is laughing too much to care. “Oh come on babe, it’s funny!” He says still smiling slyly. “Plus you love it when I do it. You just haven’t admitted yet.” He says coyly while grabbing his drink and taking his leave.

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MARKUS

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• If I’m being honest I think he would be both a chest and thigh guy.

• Just the thought of laying on you, no matter what it is he is laying on, is so comforting to him.

• If you have stretch marks on your thighs he would be the kind of person to trace them and kiss them, especially if you’re insecure about them.

• He would come up to you and just lay down on your lap with a sigh, then wait for you to start brushing your hand on his face like you usually do.

• I can see him being pretty touch starved so any physical touch would do, plus the likes the way you look at him while he lays on you.

You hear the door open and see Markus come in with a tired look on his face. You look up from your phone and watch as he comes and sits next to you saying a quiet “Hi darling” With a kiss. You smile and kiss his cheek “Hi love, you okay?” You ask analyzing his expressions.

“Yeah, just exhausted from the past few weeks.” He says, he looks at your lap and slowly lays his head down onto it. You smile at him with loving eyes and begin to trace his features with gentle fingers. He sighs and relaxes, his face going from a tense and scrunched expression to a relaxed smile.

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RALPH

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• This man is a thigh person in and out and you can’t change my mind.

• He would LOVE to lay on your lap while you play with his hair after you’ve been at work all day.

• Or when he just needs a break and is feeling stressed, if you’re not busy he is laying on your thighs in an instant.

• I dont think he would only enjoy laying his head on them either, especially whenever he wants to feel safe and secure. I can see him loving when you allow him to sit in your lap and stay for as long as he wants.

Ralph walks around the quiet house making his way to your shared bedroom. He peaks in the room and sees you at your desk probably working on something. He slowly walks up to you and stops at your side “Can Ralph sit in your lap?” He asks rather bluntly.

You look up at him. “Oh! Yeah, Of course!” You say with a smile, pushing your chair out from the desk and spinning it towards him. He crawls into your lap, putting his head in the crook of your neck. You rub his back soothingly while you continue to do whatever you were doing. He melts under your touch and relaxes more and more, he loves moments like this.

[jayden-killer]

HOW DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN CHARACTERS COMFORT THEIR S/O DURING A BAD TIME.

Connor

• definition of baby.boi.

• he doesn't know how to help, he genuinely wants to, but has difficulties.

• 《is everything all right, Y/N?》.

• you, of course, want just someone to listen and to help you. So you spill everything that's on your mind.

• he is processing everything, his led turning blue, yellow, blue, red.

• after elaborating all the informations, he'll do his best, starting with affectionate hugs, rubbing tenderly you hands... also, he'll make a speech about how to help you with your problems, giving suggestions, then proceeds to comfort you with sweet words.

• he'll do little acts of care, like cooking your fav meal, brining a hot chocolate/tea/chamomile to help your stress relief, a warm sheet.

• 《I cannot understand human emotions so easily, but I will do everything to make you feel as you deserve》.

• I love him.(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

Gavin Reed

• oh, this man here.

• Gavin is a tsundere.

• but that doesn't mean he won't underestimate your problem.

• 《tsk, just tell me what's on your mind now and which prick I need to beat to dead.. please》.

• after telling him your problem, he won't mind if you want to hug him. Yeah, he can be a bitch sometimes, but he still has a heart.

• Gavin will probably go to a face-to-face with the one who hurt you (which means they'll get.. a few broken ribs and a bleeding nose).

• if no one hurt you, he'll be silent and give here and there some comforting words, accompanied by his cats that will purr in your lap. He's trying his best, forgive him. T_T

Hank Anderson

• similar to Gavin, but more soft.

• he probably will make Sumo cuddle you and lick your face until you're having the tiniest smile.

• 《Sumo, attack!》

• because if you smile, he smiles.

• 《kiddo, everything is gonna be alright. Trust me. Things are gonna change for sure》 he says, rubbing your hair lovingly.

• probably puts a movie with a bowl of popcorn to distract you from your thoughts.

• it kinda works, and you appreciate how he's trying to make you feel better.

Kara

• she knows you're battling with something. The problem is, what?

• but when you're on the verge on tears, she understands.

• 《Hey, hey, what's wrong? Let it all out, it's okay, Y/N, it's okay...》

• purest.angel.ever.

• she's gonna give you the best hug ever. When you're done crying and you are a little more calm, Kara listens to everything that's bothering you.

• 《Hey, let me tell you this..》

• Kara is optimistic, so she'll make sure you see the light that's going to come really soon, while rubbing your back.

• 《I know you're strong, you can do it! I believe in you!》

Markus

He knows what's going on, since you've been acting strange lately.

"This isn't surely Y/N's behaviour. Perhaps it's better I talk to them"

And when he finally does, you spill everything that's on your mind. You don't want to bother him with all your stuff, but he doesn't care. He's there to make sure you ok, by giving you a hug or rubbing your hand

Idk everyone, I kinda guess he'll do that, I'm not so good writing for Markus.😭😭

[gogogodzilla]

day 22, hatefucking

gavin reed x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, im back on my gavin bullshit, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, gavin teases reader (just a lil bit), fluff at the end kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Gavin Reed was callous, ignorant, and ruthlessly ambitious. He was always getting in your way. He was always questioning what you were doing as if you were an amateur. And you hated him. 

But, he always left his mark when he fucked you. Whether it was a bite mark on your shoulder or hickies littering your body, he always ensured you remembered him. Tonight was no exception. 

Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries as he stormed into your apartment and practically dragged you into your bedroom. Tonight, Gavin’s fingertips left their mark as he gripped the plush skin of your hips and pounded into you from behind.

Something must’ve pissed him off, but his sour mood never surprised you. Not anymore. He was never livid enough not to kiss you as he undressed you, deft fingers and indiscriminate touch leaving you naked and writhing under his touch. 

Gavin wrapped a hand around your neck and pulled you up so you were flush against his chest. His lips ghosted over your shoulder and neck and your pulse thumped under his fingertips. 

“Fuckin’ take me so well, sweetheart,” he praised from behind you. 

The sound of your nickname tumbling past his lips made you clench around him. His voice was raspy and his words were slurred, and you hated the way it turned you on. You hated the satisfaction that filled you knowing that he had a nickname just for you. 

Gavin grinned against the crease of your neck, smug as always.

“My sweetheart,” he purred as he snapped his hips against yours. You groaned out his name as his free hand skirted over your body, squeezing and kneading wherever he could. 

You grabbed onto his forearm for dear life as you felt the familiar pressure building in your core. You’d memorized the feeling of his skin under your fingertips the first time you’d slept together. Strong muscles hidden by skin gone soft from days sitting at a desk. He was always there to ground you when your mind got too muddled from the sensation of him, him, him. 

“I‘m close, please, please let me cum,” you begged, words slurring together. You were drunk on the feeling of him and you were so close.

“Fuckin’ love when you beg, sweetheart,” he murmured into the crook of your shoulder. He dragged his free hand down your body until it reached where you joined. He drew tight circles around your clit, and the coil inside you snapped. 

You groaned his name as you came, and your orgasm wracked through your body. Gavin was quick to follow you off the precipice. Thick, white jets of his cum shoot inside you and cover your walls. You whined at the sensation, loving the way he filled you. 

After the twitching of his cock ceased, he loosened his hold on you and you rested on your elbows as you caught your breath. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as he slowly pulled out of you and watched as his release dripped over your folds and down your thighs. 

You rolled over onto your back and scanned over his features. The city lights highlighted his features delicately, and all you wanted to do was run your fingertips over them. His touch was delicate as he cleaned the both of you up, starkly contrasting the brutal thrusts of his hips just moments again. 

He laid down beside you, and your eyes widened as he pulled you into his side. 

You pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum against your fingertips. “Fowler piss you off again?” 

He let out a laugh, “Something like that.” 

You nuzzled against his side and murmured, “Still hate me?” 

“Definitely, sweetheart,” he replied softly, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “Go to sleep.” 

And so you fall gently asleep in Gavin’s embrace, willing to ignore the way your heart will ache when he wordlessly leaves in the morning. He’d come back. He always did. 

[pixelmensupremacy]

May i request a DBH fic? The moment they realized they fell in love with reader. May i request Gavin and the RK bros

A/N: Honestly, I don't why it took me so long to get this out. Either way that's an interesting request, Nonny! Here's my take on the dbh boys realizing they have feelings for the reader.

Warnings: GN!reader, it's implied that reader is shorter, pretty much fluffy stuff, not proof read

Gavin

Being his snarky self, Gavin would be jokingly flirty at first not thinking much of it

Until he began sensing a warmth every time (Y/N) laughed at his silly jokes and sarcastic comments

Before he knew it, he was always spending his free time with (Y/N)

Going into the breakroom, whenever he noticed they were there

Greeting them every morning with a genuine smile on his face

Vibrant morning sunrays hit (Y/N) skin as walked into the building of the Detroit police department. It was quiet except for the usual sound of mouse clicks and the occasional phone ring. A bright smile curled the corners of their lips at the sight of their partner Gavin Reed.

"Morning, Reed!" Enthusiasm was evident in their voice; his attention was immediately anchored to them and their face, which he found absolutely adorable. Affected by their happy expression, he couldn't help but smile back at them.

"Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!" He eyed the from head to toe, causing them to shyly look away.

Interestingly enough, it was the colleagues at the department that noticed the change first

His longing to constantly be in (Y/N)'s company was obvious to everyone else but Gavin and (Y/N)

Happy to finally see Gavin break character and soften, his colleagues would tease him every once in a while

While on the other hand (Y/N) would get overwhelmed with questions such as "Did you put him under a spell?"

I feel like Gavin will distance himself once he realizes that his feelings toward (Y/N) are more than just a silly crush

Progressively he will grow colder to (Y/N)

He would find himself in a rabbit hole of repressed emotions and anxieties, connected to his past, which will ultimately lead to avoiding (Y/N)

Hurt and confused, (Y/N) wouldn't give up on reaching out to him but with little to no success

Until they give up, which in return pains Gavin even more

Suddenly he will have to deal not only with the fear of abandonment but also the consequences of said fear taking over him

I like to imagine Hank will be quick to notice the distance formed between the two and will talk to Gavin

Knowing him since his rookie days, Hank is one of the few people who know quite a lot about Gavin, which helps him in advising the detective

Eventually, thanks to Hank's help, Gavin will be able to realize that by avoiding his problems he made things worse

He will want to apologize to (Y/N) for hurting them

“I know I’ve been a total ass the past few weeks, but maybe I can make it up to you. (Y/N) silently gaze at him as if they weren’t sure if this was a dream or reality.

“There’s new restaurant down the block and I thought maybe..” He went on all the while studying their face. “Maybe we could check it out?”

Much to his delight, they agree

The two have the time of their life, catching up like nothing ever happened

And even getting closer

“So,” He spoke up, hot puffs of air escaping his mouth. “Are we even?”

(Y/N) swayed back and forth on their feet, overdoing the time it took them to answer.

“I’m afraid a single date won’t be enough, Reed.” Their hand reached for his neck, bringing his face closer to theirs; their lips touched his in a soft and delicate kiss that left him wanting more.

“Your wish is my command.” (Y/N) giggled, causing a warmth to spread in his chest, despite the cold of the November night.

Markus

Markus is definitely the type of person, who looks for a friend first and a lover second

So, I expect him to fall for (Y/N) after they have gotten to know each other

His feelings for them will slowly but surely progress into a sensation he's never felt before

Even if the thought of (Y/N) wouldn't leave his mind, he would be reluctant to share that with them

Or at least not verbally

Being the altruist he is, his love language would be one of service

Anyway he could, he would help

Standing on their tippy toes, (Y/N) struggled to reach the contents of the top shelf; even the chair they were standing on seemed to not help much. Passing by the kitchen, Markus’ attention was caught by the creaking of the chair and (Y/N)’s puffs and quiet curses. With a puzzled expression, he walked up to them and took a glance at what they were doing.

Reaching with a hand near theirs, he took a hold of a box of cereal; electrical shock ran through (Y/N)’s entire body at the slight brush of his cold skin against theirs.

“Is this what you were looking for?” They nodded as they got down.

“Yeah, thanks.” (Y/N)  took the box with a bright smile on their face that caused his circuits to malfunction, resulting in LED lighting up in a vibrant amber color.

Though he will eventually come to realize that his desire to help (Y/N) exceeded past just his typical friendly behavior

He desired to be by their side at all times

He will absolutely melt if (Y/N) were to compliment him

The enchanting melody filled the space, alluring (Y/N) the source of the sound. Letting the music take over them, their steps were in perfect sync with the rhythm of the song; it almost felt as if time stopped and they have found themselves in a wonderland- one they couldn’t imagine even in their wildest dreams.

The volume grew louder so did the effect of the melody upon (Y/N); seeing a door, they weren’t surprised to see Markus sat before the piano. His slender fingers stroked the snow-white keys, the impact of his firm, yet delicate, touch made for a captivating melody akin to the song of a siren that drew in sailors in the dead of night.

Much like a sailor, bewitched by a magnificent siren, (Y/N) stood and watched as his composition tingled their every sense. Not long after did Markus sense their presence; startled by their sudden appearance, he stopped playing.

“Why did you stop?” Disappointment was written in their expression.

“I didn’t expect to have an audience.” He made a reply in a bashful manner, his colorful eyes avoiding theirs.

“I love it when you play the piano.” (Y/N) began as they neared him. “No matter how many times I hear you play it’s never the same. It’s truly fascinating.” There was a spark in their eyes as they spoke that caused a tingling sensation to occur in his thirium pump. Was he malfunctioning?

Markus will definitely confess once the revolution is successful and he feels safe enough to have another person in his life

Connor

He's completely oblivious

Never in his short life did he expect to feel let alone fall in love

So, he's very confused when he experiences system malfunctions in (Y/N)'s presence

He constantly runs system checks only to get confused when the results show no apparent errors

Despite being a prototype, created to unravel complicated cases with ease, it takes him some time to figure out it's (Y/N) that causes these malfunctions

Of course, not without Hank's help

Enamored by the enigma surrounding them, Connor couldn’t help but stare at them and wonder: why they caused such reactions in him. Coincidently or not, Hank had noticed Connor’s lack of focus on his tasks; following the direction of his gaze, the man had found the reason.

“You know it’s rude to stare right? Or that isn’t in your damn program?” Hank got straight to the point but Connor seemed clueless, for he gave him a puzzled look. The man let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Look, I know you got something towards (Y/N) and you better go talk to them.”

“But I-“

“Trust me. They like you too.” Silently, Connor looked at his partner, processing what he had said. “Come on! Don’t waste your chance.” He urged the android on.

Connor will get flustered if (Y/N) were to compliment him

“Good morning!” (Y/N) greeted; their voice akin to a bell rang in Connor’s ears.

“Mornin’, kid” Hank mumbled under his nose, not quite returning their excitement.

“You’re here early!” They stared in awe.

“Yeah, thanks to him.” He pointed to Connor, who shyly waved his hand; (Y/N) smiled.

“Good job, Connor! Even if I wanted, I wouldn’t be able to bring Hank here before noon.” They joked, causing the lieutenant to laugh, meanwhile, Connor’s cheeks got blue, dusted with deep shades of blue, and amber hues danced on his LED.

If it came to physical touch Connor would probably shut down from how many system errors he gets

Much like in Markus' case, I think Connor will be confident in his emotions after the revolution when he becomes a deviant

It may take him a bit longer to fully grasp the experience of having feelings

Though he will get used to it with some guidance

Sixty

Just like Gavin, Sixty will be flirty but mostly with someone, who reflects the same energy

He may be a bit too daring at times, openly flirting without any shame whatsoever

Heading towards the breakroom with their partner beside them, (Y/N) was eager to get their morning coffee, though it seemed Sixty had other plans.

"Is your phone in your back pocket? Because your ass is calling me." With him being close by their side, his voice- barely above a whisper- caused shivers to run down their spine.

“Haha very funny, Sixty.” They sarcastically laughed, in hopes of hiding the excitement that grew within them.

“You know I’m always at your service.” He winked at them as he opened the door for them.

It may take him a lot longer to get attached and even longer to acknowledge his feelings

He would definitely test (Y/N)'s loyalty for him to fully trust them

Being Connor's successor and the android that almost caused the downfall of the revolution, Sixty is battling his past

An awkward silence had settled upon the two; worried, (Y/N) glanced at Sixty though his blank expression didn’t aid them in understanding what was going on.

“Is everything alright, Sixty?” Their voice were calm and quiet, loud enough only for him to hear; his brown eyes stared back at theirs. A puff of air escaped past his lips.

“It’s none of your concern.” He cut them off, bitterness was evident in his voice.

So, he will fall for someone, who accepts him for who he is and helps him in forgiving himself

His path to deviancy will be turbulent, filled with an explosion of repressed emotions Sixty is forced to deal with

But by being by his side, (Y/N) cloud build a bridge to his heart

The moment he realizes he is head over heels for (Y/N) is when he lets his guard down

When the playful facade crumbles down and what is left is a person, fighting to be accepted and forgiven

Nines

Out of all of the boys, it will take Nines the most time to catch feelings

Being the most advanced android in the world, Nines is less prone to deviancy

Not only it takes him more time to feel emotions but to also acknowledge and accept them

So, romance with Nines is close to nonexistent until deviancy

Though there still would sign in his behavior that indicate a crack in his system

With all of his advances, I feel Nines would want to use his assets for good

And working at DPD gives him such an opportunity

Upon meeting (Y/N) he wouldn't sense anything right away

Though as they work together and get accustomed to each other, Nines will slowly change

His curiosity will grow, resulting in asking (Y/N) questions outside their field of work

Yet what draws Nines in is their tolerance

They never pressure him to open up or to talk when he doesn't want to

It just occurs naturaly

“Detective, may I ask you something?” Nines’ icy blue irises bore into theirs.

“Of course, go ahead.” (Y/N) took a sip of their drink.

“Why did you join the force?” A smear of genuine curiosity was evident behind his enigmatic gaze.

“Well,” A smile curled the corners of their lips as the memories flooded in. “I guess you could say I just want to help people.” Their gaze met his. “What about you?”

He stayed silent for a few moments; bright yellow circled across his light-emitting diode.

“I suppose we have common motives.” He danced around the question, yet they didn’t question him any further.

I feel like a life-or-death situation may bring his feelings to the surface

[cupidstan]

my dbh boys helping you sleep

tags: insomnia, wholesomeness, cuddling, fluff

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𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗥:

“why aren’t you sleeping yet???”

is kinda confused as to why you’re not sleeping bc the only sleeping habits he’s used to is hank’s- who sleeps easily

after you explain a little to him he quickly connects the dots and nods a little (like that adorable little nod when he’s sat in the police station with hank omg he’s so adorable fufbdkdubffoi)

“okay… i’m gonna find some solutions and we’ll work through it.” he’s so practical-

silently searches into any sleeping pills you might potentially need but he won’t tell you that until he has all the evidence that you need medication

will go through a bedtime ritual with you even though he doesn’t need it bc he cares

isn’t huge on cuddling at first because he’s incredibly new to it but he finds that it helps soothe you back to sleep when you wake up so he cuddles you all the time

likes rubbing your back as you cuddle into him (it’s his favourite)

he’s awful at making drinks tbh but he does his best to make you a hot chocolate and other soothing beverages <3

limits your caffeine intake too

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𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡

“huh? wha? oh. hey, sugar.”

literally tugs you under his arm and then falls back asleep

he fucking sucks at staying awake bc he’s getting old. he needs his beauty sleep 😭

however- like connor he will do a bedtime routine with you. doesn’t let you drink alcohol or caffeine, even limits your screen time just in case

will let you cuddle with sumo on the bed even though sumo takes up a lot of space

however, sumo will get up in the middle of the night to get some water and then flop down on his own comfy bed so you have to roll over and cuddle hank instead

makes you hot drinks and they taste amazing <3

will take you to the doctors to get sleeping pills if it’s extreme insomnia

but if it’s more mild and a broken sleep pattern he will cuddle you back to sleep every time you wake up

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𝗚𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗

he’s also an insomniac so he stays up with you

the two of you passed out on the couch together most nights <3

treats you to coffee in the morning when you’re both exhausted but still have to go to work

likes spooning but also likes chest to chest, both help him fall asleep a bit quicker

likes talking about his day with you when you’re both cuddled up together and watching some shitty film that mainly plays in the background

can’t sleep when you’re separated, so you practically live at his apartment

if you both work at dpd then he’ll put coffees on your desk in passing and shakes you awake if you pass out (loves it when you do the same for him)

adores days off where you both order food and lazy around together trying to catch up on sleep

overall he’s just as sleep deprived as you but you’re helping each other <3

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𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡

i hc he was a malewife domestic care robot (like daniel) before he became a deviant so he knows a lot about helping people fall asleep

will literally read you bedtime stories he’s so adorable 😭

best cuddler on the list, cuddles you straight to sleep he’s a natural

will watch over you bc androids don’t need sleep, even if you weren’t an insomniac he’d still watch over you <3

“do you want a hot bath and a nice drink to unwind?”

will get you aromatherapy sprays that you spray on your pillow to try and help <3

will also research medications like connor and suggest them to you (also suggests going to the doctor if you’re really struggling)

wakes you up with praises and a well earned coffee in the morning after you slept through most of the night bfnfksjsngkic he’s so cute 😭

[all-gummed-up-inside]

You and Gavin are strictly platonic just friends, that’s what you guys always say anyways. But it’s getting harder and harder to say that when almost every other day you find yourselves barely dressed and idly grinding against each other. It always *starts* off innocently enough, whether that be you coming over for a wellness check on him or something else, then morphing into strictly just as *friends* cuddling to make him feel better, and somehow always ending with dry humping and confessing how much you love each other.

Really one minute you guys are cuddling while Gavin is ranting about his latest encounter with Elijah, the next he’s hiding his face in your neck as he nuzzles the tip of his cock against you, tip slick and boxers more than stained, whines and complaints muffled as he cums for the nth time that night. Completely forgetting why he was even angry in the first place. After awhile he finally gets settled down for the night, snuggling against your neck and letting out a faint “I love you” before promptly passing out <3

[scapegh0st]

One-Way Mirror (Gavin Reed x Reader)

Summary: Both Gavin and Reader suck at feelings Content: NSFW 18+, gn!Reader, smut, angst, hurt/no comfort, fingerfucking, dirty talk, friends with benefits, unresolved feelings, unrequited love, basically just angsty smut Word Count: 1.6k read on ao3

You love him.

Or at least you think you do.

Sure, Gavin Reed is the resident asshole of the Detroit Police Department and he can be hard to swallow—both figuratively and literally—but he's something more to you. He's an enigma that you want to—need to—figure out.

You glance up at him from your kneeling position, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other between your legs. His head is thrown back and his bottom lip is between his teeth. You think he’s pretty like this, with his eyes shut and that screwed-up look of pleasure on his face.

When he’s like this, he doesn’t notice you staring—doesn’t make some dickish comment like “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” It’s one of the few times he’s actually quiet—besides the soft muffled sounds coming from his mouth. 

You don’t think he loves you back. You really just think that he’s incapable of love, incapable of being more than this.

He lets you see him like this because you understand him—because you get him. He can call you as many names as he likes and you always shoot them back— dickwad, douchebag, asshole. He likes that about you, you think—that you can match his energy.

Your lips wrap around the head, tongue swirling around like you have to taste every inch of him. He lets out a groan—if he could sink right through the mattress, you think he would. He’s melting and you know that you’re the heat that molds him.

“Fuck… ” he mutters, one of his hands running through his hair and the other gripping your head. He doesn’t push you—he knows better—but he knows you like when he grips your hair. You hum around him before taking him deeper into your mouth.

He’s like water in your hands, slipping through despite how much you try to cup them and keep him there. He’s always two steps away even when he’s right here.

He pulls you off of him, his eyes open and he looks down at you. He’s panting and the wrinkle between his brows deepens. “I don’t wanna finish like this,” he says, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “Come on, get up here.”

It’s not a demand or an order like he usually gives you, it’s something more blurred—his voice is gentle, not full of spite and a lack of sleep. He’s asking you, letting you deny him even though he needs this. You need this.

You push yourself off the ground and join him on the bed. He’s on top of you in seconds, yanking your pants down your legs–your belt makes a clinking sound when they hit the floor.

There’s this glint in his eyes that you only see when he’s hovering over you. You know it’s probably nothing– just a trick your mind is playing on you–but you swear it means something, that this is what he can give you. It’s not quite love, but it’s enough. It has to be enough.

One of his fingers fills you, drawing a sharp exhale from your lungs. He adds another and your hand clasps over your mouth, drowning the sounds into your palm. He grins that cocky grin that would usually piss you off in any other circumstance—but he’s proud of himself and you're okay with letting him have this. You’d let him tear you apart if he asked.

“Yeah? You like that?” He questions, his own type of pillow talk. “I don’t even have to do this—you’re always ready for me like the good whore you are.”

You should feel insulted—you don’t. Instead, you respond with a muffled moan and a slight head nod. He seems to like that answer as he adds a third finger. 

Your free hand grips the sheets and you feel like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground. If heaven was real, you were sure this was it.

“Nobody else makes you feel this good, do they?”

No, they don’t. Nobody else makes you feel like they’re holding your head underwater and that you trust them enough to pull you up for air when you need it. Like sleep to the freezing. Something so good but so wrong.

He pulls out his fingers and you whine, eyes snapping open to narrow in frustration at him. He just laughs that god-awful laugh that you love despite how much it grates your ears.

“What? Is something wrong?” You can hear the smirk in his voice—he’s so smug and you want to fucking throttle him.

You open your mouth to fire back but you’re swiftly shut up by his cock filling you. He’s never gentle when he’s fucking you—it’s hard and it’s fast and it pulls you apart. You’re not sure you ever want him to fuck you any differently.

Your eyes find his face as his hips piston into you, grunts escaping his throat. He’s not looking at you— he never does. You’re always watching him and he’s never seeing you. 

His eyes are closed and you wonder if he’s imagining someone else. Someone more pliable to what he wants. You’re made of stone—he can chip away but he never can mold you into something easier to hold. You’ll always have sharp edges—he grabs you like he doesn’t care if he slices his hand.

You close your own eyes, trying to think of someone else. An old hookup. Your last Tinder date. That new android detective, Connor—you know Gavin would hate the thought and you can’t do that to him, not even subconsciously.

Gavin’s presence in your head is overbearing. Every choice you make somehow leads back to him, from your choice of clothing to the life-or-death decisions you’re forced to make each day.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Gavin grabs one of your hands and interlaces your fingers. It’s so… intimate —you don’t know what to think. His hand in yours makes this real—at least to you. It tells you that he’s aware of you for once, that he’s not just fucking a hole— he’s fucking you and he’s conscious of it.

He slams into you again, his head coming down to the crook of your neck. You can feel his breath against your skin, soft pants as he thrusts in and out. “Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, the fingers of his other hand digging into your hip. “You’re so good for me.”

You want it to mean more than it does to him. You could be good for him, you think, you keep him grounded yet you share the same misery—the same reliance on caffeine and these exchanges of endorphins. Maybe you could make him happy, outside of the serotonin he receives when he’s filled you. You’d dote on him; dress up for him, make him a lunch for work, and have coffee ready for him in the morning. It’s a pipe dream and you know it.

“You’re so fucking… fuck… you’re so tight,” the words stumble from his lips as they usually do—he’s close. 

Your free hand reaches down to play with yourself, to bring yourself right to the edge with him. If he asked you to jump, you’d ask how high.

His mouth presses against your neck, his teeth hovering over your carotid. He holds your life in his mouth and you trust him with it despite all the signs warning against it. He’s fire and you’re gasoline.

“I’m gonna–” his hips start to stutter. “Fuck.”

You tumble over the edge with him, legs quaking where they wrap around his waist. He collapses onto you, knocking the air from your lungs—it’s suffocating and you love it.

He lets go of your hand and pushes himself up, sliding out of you with ease. He sits back on his knees, hands on his thighs as he catches his breath. He raises a hand to drag over his face, wiping away the sweat. There’s a faraway look in his eyes, like he’s not really here with you. You wish he was.

His eyes shift to the wall to his right. He never looks at you straight when he’s done—you wonder if he regrets it.

You wish he’d just lay down beside you and pull you close. That he’d kiss your head and promise you things he’s not sure he should. He won’t and you’ve accepted that. This is what he can give you and you’re fine with that. You can savor him better like this—if he gave into you, you’re sure you’d eat him whole.

He slides his legs out from underneath himself, one of them resting on its side on the bed and the other pulled to his chest. His arm rests on his knee, his knuckles pressed against the side of his face. You’d paint him like this if you knew how.

“Well,” his eyes flicking in your direction but focusing on anything that isn’t you. “I’m gonna shower.”

He gets up and heads towards his connected bathroom. You wanna reach out and stop him. You wanna ask why he won’t look at you–why he can’t look at you. He acts like you’re the sun—he orbits around you without ever staring at you too long. You might burn him if he does.

“Gav,” you croak out, the first word you’ve said since you've entered his apartment. 

He looks at you like you’re the weight on his shoulders—familiar but unwelcome. Or maybe he’s the weight on yours. You aren’t sure.

“‘The fuck you want?” he asks. You know he doesn’t mean for it to come out so rotten—that’s just the way he talks and he knows you understand. But it hurts you this once.

You love him. 

You want to tell him—it’s on the tip of your tongue like a word you can’t quite find.

“Don’t slip, dumbass,” you answer with a cheshire grin—it’s forced and you know that he knows.

 It’s better that you don’t .

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DBH-Domestic headcanons

3 Year Masterlist  

Special thanks to @princess-odette for helping me with these

Connor

There will definitely be a lot of trial and error

He barely knew what to do the first time you cuddled him

He was designed to hunt down deviants 

The complete opposite of gentle and soft

Yet somehow he was

He usually just copies whatever you do or looks it up

He tried to cook once but almost burnt everything down

So you convinced him to do the dishes instead

But whenever you did them,he wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck

Your dates would consist of going to old record stores,picnic and bookstores

You’d always sit under a tree with his arm around you while reading

If you ask he’ll read to you

If you’re reading at home,he’ll put on one of the records and ask you to dance

Markus

Husband material

He knows how to cook,clean and give the best cuddles

Breakfast in bed is just an everyday thing

Sometimes you’d convinces him to cuddle instead

Those days you’d end up cooking breakfast together

Will definitely have paintings of you all over your house

Except the one in the living room of both of you

Which took a lot of convincing 

He loved painting you and refused to paint himself

You’d always compliment him to remind him how beautiful he is

If you played and instrument,you’d play together 

If you didn’t he’d teach you

Gavin reed

Gavin loves his cats almost as much as he loves you

You’d spend everyday cuddling either him or one of the cats

Waking up with all of them on top of you

He’s always bring you coffee in the morning just the way you like it

You made sure he wasn’t mean to Connor anymore 

You’d try to help him with some of his cases even if you weren’t a detective

Movie night every weekend

Although you’d talk through most of it

Randomly quoting memes at each other for no reason

He’d only say ‘I love you’ If you were alone

Nines (RK 900)

somehow he’s more clueless than Connor

He will try his best and do what he actually can

He’d make you coffee in the morning but it would be a different kind every morning

He’d also cook for you without burning anything

You were surprised by how good he was

You’d spend endless hours reading in silence

Every month you’d pick a book and read and chapter each night and discussed it

Whenever it was his turn he’d pick a something with romantic

Sometimes you thought he picked them just to see you flustered

Whenever you were too tired to read he’d cuddled you and read it to you

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Detroit Become Human - Masterlist

Masterlist

mostly Gavin Reed x reader

The Academy (Prequel to Lawmen)

Chapter 1 - The supreme art of war (is to subdue Gavin Reed without fighting)

Chapter 2 - Storm in a teacup

Chapter 3 - Douche level: onion

Richard (John) Perkins / Gavin Reed / Captain Allen x reader

Lawmen

Chapter 1 - The Jackal and his vixen (Richard Perkins appears first)

Chapter 2 - Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest

Chapter 3 - Douche in shining armor (Gavin Reed appears first)

Chapter 4 - Love is a tale told by an idiot (18+)

Chapter 5 - A brief spell

Chapter 6 - Train and gain (Captain Allen appears first)

Chapter 7 - Thou shalt love thy detective as thyself (18+)

Chapter 8 - The mission

Chapter 9 - (Don't) judge a book by its cover (18+)

Chapter 10 - Broken (18+)

Coming soon....rewritten as Elijah Kamski x sister!reader

Christmas spirit (Gavin Reed x reader)

Christmas present (18+) (Richard Perkins x reader)

Mistletoe (Ralph x reader)

Icing (18+) (Ralph x reader)

[nubimera]

Connor x reader + Reed900 BUT:

• Reader and Gavin are siblings/Half-siblings (I honestly love the idea that Gavin is Elijah Kamski's Half-sibling on his father's side, and Reader's Half-sibling on his mother's side)

• Gavin spoil rotten Reader at every opportunity. Reader is baby sibling, and Gavin have a soft spot for them

• Reader and Nines are besties

• Reader and Sixty are Frienemis

• Reader is best man/best woman at Gavin's wedding (where they both spend half the time crying, and the other half making fun of each other for crying)

• Connor and Gavin claim they hate each other. Connor, like the little shit he is, annoys Gavin whenever he can. Gavin is occasionally tempted to hitting Connor with the car. But at the end of the day they have accepted the idea of ​​being related, and they are the kind of brothers-in-law who spend their time teasing eachother but who love each other. Deep down.

• Connor and Reader have been babysitting Gavin and Nines' children every Saturday night since the kids are 5 years old. Most of the time they order a pizza and watch movies or TV series together.

• Once the children asked the Reader to tell them about the android revolution, and Reader decide to showed them "Westworld". Reader thought it was the most fun thing in the world to do.

• Hank Is the best Father-in-law and Grumpy granpa

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Sarcasm

Gavin reed x reader enimes to lovers pt 2

Pt1

Warnings: a lot of cussing, Gavin is still being an ass just in a more passive way, also he's just being weird. Acting a little to friendly...

"What the hell were you thinking!" Jeffrey boomed

I stood ridged, jaw clenched as I was forced to stand next to Gavin. He also seemed stiff, arms crossed, tapping his foot staring off elsewhere.

He was grilling us over the other nights' fight. I'd hardly call it a fight, it was a slap and some threats really but he was acting like it was a goddamn brawl

"Get off my ass Jeffrey." Gavin spat. "What happens outside of work shouldn't concern you."

I nodded stiffly. "I hate to agree with Reed, but for once, he's right. If it happens out of work, why do you care."

Jeffrey sucked in a deep breath, clenching his fists. I know he's never had it with our little rivalry but I wondered why he cared now.

"Because maybe you forgot who you work for. The dpd! We can't have our employees, the goddamn police getting in bar fights! If the law acts like a bunch of hooligans, what will the public think! We have a standard to uphold!" Jeffrey was fuming if his office wasn't mostly soundproof the whole office would be staring.

"I knew you loved being in our business, but spying is a new low, Jeffrey." I mumbled, picking at the sleeve of my shirt. He shot his attention twords me. "If you think I was spying, then you're dumber than I thought. Do you think I have the goddamn time- Do you think I care enough to be following you two bickering children around? Don't insult me. An anonymous sorce told me."

I rolled my eyes. Who in the world would have told Jeffrey personally. I didn't recognize anyone at the bar, and as far as I was aware, it's not like they knew where we worked and I know very well even Gavin wasn't dumb enough to tell him. Why would he. I glanced out the glass office into the rest of the work space. Everyone was at work at their computers, only occasionally glancing up to see what drama was unfolding. Then a familiar face caught my eye. Connor patiently standing by my desk waiting for me to return.

Did connor rat us out?

"Now, what I want you two to do is play nice. For one damn day, so i can have some peace. And I'll get off your back. Temporarily. " Jeffrey offered, hands raised.

Gavin and I shared, confused glances. In this moment, for once I felt like we agreed on something. Like we were on the same ground.

I took a moment to think. On one hand, it physically pains me to be nice to him sometimes. He doesn't deserve respect with the level of duchebagery he leaks. But also it'd be nice to get Jeffrey off my back and go a day without a fight.

"Fine." I state, crossing my arms, sucking in a deep breath.

"Gavin?"

Gavin rolled his eyes, staring over his shoulder in frustrated thought. His jaw twinged, and he finally turned back to the desk. "Fine." He snapped.

"Good." Stated Jeffrey "now get out of my office."

I walked to the glass door, unclenching my fists to grab the handle. I opened it, leaning forward slightly, and used my other hand to usher twords the door. "After you." I spat, burning holes into gavins head. His nostrils Flaired slightly, but he quickly suppressed the micro expression. "With pleasure." He stated coldly. His feet and hands shifted akwardly as if he was about to do a bow but decided against it. He quickly walked past me, shoving me with his sholder.

"Gee, thanks for ratting me out." I mumbled, walking past connor to take my seat. He blinked a couple of times before answering, "What are you referring to?" I shot a glance at him, confused and annoyed. "Jeffrey said 'an anonymous sorce' told him about our little scuffle. You were the only other person from the department who was there."

Connor stood still for a moment before reacting. "I don't agree with your actions that night, but I wouldn't rat you out. Your my friend."

I sucked in a deep breath, shaking my head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so accusatory. I'm just frustrated." I let out a sigh. "Jeffrey is making me play nice with Gavin in exchange for him getting off my ass." Connor nodded in response. "I can see why you'd be frustrated." I pressed my fingers against my forehead, leaning over my desk. "You have no idea. I just hope I can get through it without getting a headache." Connor smiled at me. "Just try to avoid him, I'm sure you'd be fine." I scoffed, looking up at connor and smiled. "Has that ever worked for you?"

"No." He replied, almost laughing

"Exactly." I half joked

"Why is it that you and Hank have such troubles with Mr. fowler? I'm noticing a pattern in the humans I befriend." He teased. I looked back up at him, letting a smile twinge at my lips. "Maybe that says something about you?" He didn't respond, just quirked his eyebrow. "I mean, you're an android built not to deviate and look what happened. As much as a goody two shoes you are, I think you have a secret authority problem."

"Authority problem?" He laughed

"Come on, you told me about Amanda. And your best android friend happens to be the leader of the deviants."

His led swirled yellow for a moment before responding, "I suppose so."

"Suppose what?"

Connor and I turn our heads to see Gavin slowly strutting twords my desk.

"Oh Jesus christ." I whisper. I squeeze my fist trying to keep cool. Can't he mind his business for one day.

I squeezed a smile onto my lips. "It's a private conversation, I hope you respect our boundaries." I replied in my chirpiest voice, trying not to clench my teeth. Gavins eyebrows twitched for a moment, a small smile cracking on his lips. "If it's not so rude of me, may I ask what's so personal about the conversation?" He asked, almost sarcastically. I sucked in a breath before replying "I have no obligation to tell you. I hope you will respect this decision and return to your work." Gavins head slightly quirked, smile growing then snapped his attention twords Connor. "What about you dipshit? Got anything you'd like to tell me?"

My nostrils flaired. "Reed, I believe you're breaking the deal." I mumbled. "The deal was that I had to be nice to you, he didn't say shit about this thing." He snapped his attention back to connor. "Hmm? Go on, say something."

I never understood why he went out of his way to be such a nusense and it drove me crazy.

"I'm sorry, but you were not a part of the initial conversation, and we don't feel comfortable at the moment to invite you in. I hope you understand." Connor stated with the calm and almost routineness of a receptionist.

I expected gavin to lash out at connor but he simply went "hm." With a small smirk before showing him and walking away. Strutted to his desk as if he just blew up a car in an action movie.

I sighed deeply, unclenching my fist, looking over connor. "Are you alright?" I asked. Connor looked at me calmly, replying, "Of corse. No damage was delt." I resisted rolling my eyes as i spoke. "I know but like, emotionally." Connor took a moment to think. "Overall, fine, but... also slightly angry."

I nodded. "OK, just checking." I glanced at my desk, already filled with boredom thinking about my work schedule today. "I know we went out yesterday, but wanna today too? I have a feeling the little play Reed and I have to put on is gonna way on me. " Connor agreed

Most of the day was filled with more paperwork. Thankfully, no more interruptions from gavin as the grating work hours passed. I loved my job when I was actually able to do something, or at least have a real mystery to solve, but lately, it's just been a lot of mind-numbing reading. I miss the mystery this job used to give me.

Eventually, my break came, and I swiftly took opportunity. Connor and Hank were out investigating a case, so now I had no one to talk to. Can the day get anyworse...

I walked into the breakroom and quickly poured myself some coffee, taking position at a table to lean against. It always bothered me the dpd never offered chairs at the breakroom tables, making me lean over and shit.

The coffee was nice. Not good, it was cheap and tasted less than appetizing, but it was nice. The way it warmed me up on cold detroit days like this always helped when a stressful situation came into play. Warmed the soul and trashed the tongue. As I enjoyed the bitter sweet feeling of cheap office coffee, a familiar figure made his way to the breakroom as well. I sucked in a deep breath, cupping my hand around my forehead to create a shield from my vision. Just ignore him.

The familiar sounds of Gavins cocky strut filled the breakroom. He slowly made his way to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup. He then reached into the mini fridge and grabbed something. The sounds of his footsteps approaching me grew louder when I finally felt the table shift, Gavin leaning against it.

"Evening, y/n." Gavin greeted, to casually. "Evening, Reed." I replied, forcing a cool, relaxed tone. "How's that coffee tasting?" He asked. I gazed into the brown liquid and replied, "Not great." I swirled the paper cup slowly. Watching the bitter drink slosh around. "This might help." He stated. I finally looked up at him, he was tilting a caramel creamer bottle at me. "Want some?" I frowed my brows at him slightly.

He was being too nice. Not a lick of sarcasm in his voice. I glanced at the bottle, considering. It would help dull down the flavor.

"Sure." I said suspiciously.

He screwed open the bottle and started by pouring some in his own cup. "It's my favorite flavor." He stated, before easing the bottle up. He tilted it twords my cup, letting the caramel cream dizzle into the cheap drink. It quickly rose to the top of the cup, but he didn't stop pouring, overflowing onto the white table. He stopped and made eyecontact, the smallest smile twinging at his lips. "Oops." Was all he stated.

My jaw clenched, and I let out a slow paced out sigh.

There it was.

I walked over to one of the counters and grabbed some napkins, soaking up the pool of coffee and cream under my cup. "No problem. Accidents happen." I forced out.

Like you. I thought.

"So, caramels your favorite?" I asked before taking a sip from the surface tension. He nodded, rubbing a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his smile. "Yes, it is." He answered, taking a sip. "I never knew that." I stated.

The creamer certainly helped. Though caramel wasn't my favorite, I usually preferred chocolate or vanilla or pumpkin spice. It was good, but I never considered it to be my first choice. "It's good." I mused. Then I realized. I was having a conversion with Gavin Reed. The most civil conversation we've had sense we met. I looked back at him. He was staring off elsewhere with the shadow of joy on his expression, sipping on his drink. He looked almost peaceful.

What the fuck was happening.

"Is caramel your favorite candy too?" I asked, a disturbed confusion settling in my stomach. He tilted his head slightly, answering, "My favorite is heath bars, just saying caramel is to broad a term, but yeah. Sure." My brows frowed.

"Alright smart ass." I jabbed.

"Hmm, wanna break Jeffrey's agreement already? A shame." He cooed, glancing at his glass office as if he could hear us. I took a quick look. He was staring at us, looked like he was prepared for us to snap any minute. I looked back at Gavin. "I was just teasing, I'm not breaking this deal yet. I wanna have some peace from his prying eyes."

"Oh, teasing?" He smiled, raising his brows. "What's next? Forplay?" I knew he was joking, probably, but it made my stomach churn. I couldn't help but snarel slightly. "Don't even get your hopes up." I stated a bit to loudly. I quickly realized how reactive I became and forced myself to sip my coffee.

A surge of anger and flustered embarrassment burned at my chest, rising to my cheeks. What a gross fucking question, he barely knew each other. Asking about foreplay? At work? Who does he think he is? But then my mind began to wonder. The thought of his face close to mine, panting, my hands trailing down his back, his hips pressed against mine... his hands making their way down... WAIT.

Coffee flooded my face, and I quickly pulled back the drink. The sound of gavins and laughter filled the room. I looked down at my cup, which now seemed to be crushed in my hand. "Cool down cowgirl, I was only joking." He chuckled. I was sure my face was red from anger and embarrassment, but I hoped the hot coffee was enough of an excuse. I clenched my jaw, stomping over to grab more napkins, smothering my face. The cheap napkins quickly devolve and I chuck them into the trash, grabbing another fist full and whiping down my dripping chin and neck.

"You missed your shirt, dumbass." He stated. "Wow. I didn't notice." I replied sarcastically before grabbing another wad and pressing it against my chest.

"Wow, you really got coffee everywhere." He laughed, grabbing some napkins and drying off the table. "I knew you hated me but i never would have predicted that reaction." He stated.

I sighed, applying a second round of paper towels to my shirt. "You don't know me enough to predict anything about me." I hissed quietly. He glanced up at me.

"Oh I can predict plenty."

I clenched my fists, chewing on my cheek "oh? Like what."

At that he smiled and pointed at my face. "That. Like that. Your body language is the most predictable thing."

I blushed in response, flowing my brows. I took the damp paper from my shirt and threw it into the trash can with force. "Anything else?" I asked.

"I also know you get friendly with that plastic shit every Thursday." He stated, casually tossing the paper towels in the trash as well. I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers against my temple. "Don't phrase it like that. 'Get friendly' god. I don't sleep with him." I groaned. Gavin tilted his head, smirking. "I wouldn't put that past you."

At that another wave of heat rushed over me. This time of rage. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Gavin held his hands out in defence. "Now, now, calm down. We don't want to break our little peace treaty so soon." His expression as calm as ever. He was taunting me.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I forced myself to unclench my jaw as I spoke. "I don't appreciate the way you speak about me or my friends, Reed." I stated in a forced, calm tone.

He shook his head at that, his face hardening a bit as he turned away, leaning against the table again. "Same here, y/n." He grumbled.

There was a moment of silence between us, as defining as nails on a chalkboard. The air was thick as I started at Gavin.

Finally he broke the silence. "Fine. Let's test how predictable you are." He stated, giving a single knock to the sleek white table, turning back to me. "And how?" I questioned. "I'm going to ask you a question. Depending on what you say will tell me all I need to know."

I squinted at him. Did this smart ass really think he was Sherlock fucking Holms?

"Fine." I responded with a bit to much confidence.

He nodded, looking down and sucked in a deep breath. I rolled my eyes as he built the tension. "Y/n, will you come with me to Smoky Cheers tonight?"

I froze in bafflment. Smoky Cheers? The bar? Fuck we were in one last night and look where that got us. "Smoky cheers?" I asked, not knowing what to say. He nodded. "Tonight?"

He nodded again.

I couldn't read his expression, was it genuine? sarchastic and proud? Impatient?

What was he expecting me to say? No? Cause I didn't want to go thats for damn sure. Willfully spending time with reed outside of work was like begging to be shot in the face. But what if that's what he was expecting me to say. He knows how much I hate him. Then he'd be right about me. But what if he expects me to think this through and go with the answer I don't want to do to prove I'm right but he predicts that. What the fuck am I talking about?

"Fine." I stated. "I'll go."

His face remained unreadable as he nodded. "Alright. See you there." He knocked on the table again, sliding away and giving me a wink before disappearing into the office space.

I sighed, resting my face in my hands.

What the fuck just happened.

I looked out the glass department doors as I packed up for the day, slipping my phone back in my pocket, checking for keys. "Y/n, you ready?" I turned and smiled at connor, who was making his way to my desk. "Ready?" I reply. "You wanted to go out today." He stated.

My head began to spin. "Oh shit." I reeled. How could I forget? How am I supposed to tell him why I have to cancel? To go with Gavin? "Oh god, connor, I'm so sorry I can't today, I forgot." I groaned, rubbing my forehead. Connor blinked, asking, "it's alright, why not?" I sucked in a breath, tensing. "It's because-"

"Y/n! Come here!" I whipped my head around to see Gavin standing by the glass double doors, keys in hand. My heart dropped, and I turned back to Connor. His brows were raised slightly, led flashing yellow for a second. "You are spending the evening with Gavin?" He asked.

I sighed. "Yeah. It's a long story. I'll text you later to explain." Connor didn't reply but it seemed he understood. Mostly. I made my way twords Gavin as I waved goodbye to Connor.

My heart raced as I walked out the door with my nemesis.

Pt3

@princessthatcantfuckingsleep thank you for motivating me to finish this chapter

[telleroftime]

Coffee ||| Gavin Reed x Reader

You've always had a crush on the unapproachable detective, and finally it seems he's returning the interest.

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Request - Anonymous : Can I request a Gavin Reed x Reader. I don't really care what, but can it be fluff? :)

Pairing: Gavin Reed x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/N: I’m finally getting to answering requests. University has been... something alright. I'm sorry for the wait. There will be more Gavin fluff to come in the future too, if this wasn’t fluffy enough. Plus the other requests I'm yet to write! (Reposting this because I had to fix the tag issue)

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It was nearing midday when you arrived at the Detroit Police Station to start your shift, two cups of steaming coffee in your left hand, carried neatly in a cardboard holder. The bright light of the high sun was enough to fuel the smile on your face. The gentle breeze of late spring pushed you forward. Simply put, you were lucky today. 

The altered hours meant you didn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn, instead sleeping in for a little while longer. You could take your morning routine slow and steady, and finish writing and preparing the documents for the day to come. Your apartment was cleaned before you could so much as dirty it, and you were practically ready to return home from the job you were yet to begin.

It also meant that when you left your home you had just missed the initial wave of customers and usuals you always saw queuing up inside of your favourite café. It was empty when you entered – your ride parked outside – and it was empty when you left the building, satisfied with your order. Now, you were scanning your DPD identification card on the staff entry after greeting the receptionists. There was a very obvious bounce of eagerness in your step that caused the small heels of your work shoes to clack against the dark, tiled floor.

Clack clack clack as you walked through the small plastic gates that marked the border of one large room from the other.

To your surprise, as you walked along the windowed wall, the bullring was primarily empty. There were no heads peeking from past the plexiglass that functioned as dividers. No laughter of the detectives that worked diligently at their decorated desks. And other than the quiet voices of policemen coming from the break room and the Captain's muffled responses to a phone call coming from inside his office, the overall room was uncharacteristically quiet. Even as you moved to where your eyes kept flickering, constantly glancing at the empty desk of a particular detective, the silence persevered for long enough to etch a childish pout onto your lips. Like most other seats, Gavin’s was empty.

Gavin Reed. Through the weeks you've got to know him, and even since just starting your job as a forensic pathologist at the station, you started to recognise your blooming crush for the detective. And ever since you have, your actions were quite the opposite of 'subtle'. In your eyes, there was no reason to pretend they weren't there. You liked the guy, and you weren't going to hide from those emotions.

You've left him chocolates; small snacks; little trinkets you believed he would like. Well, trinkets that disappeared from his near-empty desk the very next day, but no matter. You even started leaving some cheesy pick up lines that made you chuckle, written neatly on cream sticky notes you carried in your coat pocket out of a forced habit. You tried suggesting outings, yet he always ignored your suggestions. Brushed you off for the lack of a better word.

And now, with the steadily cooling coffee cups in hand, it wasn’t much different.

Slowly, you stepped around the short wall and towards the empty desk, glancing around in hopes of catching his eye. You knew he was here, if the slight blue glow of the power switch on the monitor was anything to go by. His jacket was draped on the back of his chair, and a small drop of a dark drink was splashed next to a ring of moisture. There were papers on the desk too, placed a little ways away from where a mug had obviously been placed, paired with blurry images of undisclosed origin. A new case he was working on you assumed. 

Nevertheless, with another look around, your right hand gingerly pushed the documents to the side, not bothering to neaten them into an even stack. You prioritised removing the paper coffee cup from the holder, politely labelled 'Hot Stuff' as per your request, and placing it down in the now clear centre of the surface. You just hoped he wasn't too full or caffeinated from whatever he had beforehand.

Quickly reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your trusty sticky notes and reached for the ballpoint pen that sat in the breast pocket of your work issued shirt. Tapping the butt end of the pen against your chin, you blinked in thought before your lips twitched up and you scribbled down a little message on the small square of paper, a terrible pun you hoped would make his day. You didn't hesitate sticking it on the white plastic of the cup.

“Words cannot espresso how much you bean to me.”

You practically flinched at the sound of the deep voice that appeared out of nowhere, your right hand darting for the remaining cup of coffee in the holder to keep it steady as you spun around, sucking in a sharp breath at the proximity you had to Gavin. A breath that caused the man to take a step back with a slight cock of his head. Detective Reed was standing in front of you, his body weight resting on his hip as his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyebrows raised in what you assumed was humour.

And yet neither of you spoke until the silence began to threaten to thicken in the layer of awkwardness.

"Sorry detective," you began, averting your eyes and looking anywhere but at him, "I didn't see you at your desk so I thought I'd just leave the coffee here. It's still hot."

What was hot was the heat in your face, your cheeks and ears no doubt a shade darker than before. Your lips had contorted into a mix of a wonky smirk and the visible effort of you trying to straighten them. Your jaw was clenched, your breathing forced down to a steady pace on your will alone. Refusing to look back, finding the uneven flicker of a distant light quite entertaining, your eyes moved to him when a short puff of hair escaped him.

You could see a sparkle in his dark eyes, the very same you fell in love with. The very same you bought coffee for. Yet this was the first time he willingly confronted you instead of keeping his distance. This-

“What are you doing this weekend?”

What?

With the way his brows furrowed, causing his scar to crease against his skin in the process, you were certain that your bewildered expression was caught by the man. However, other than actively avoiding your wondrous gaze, he didn’t take any action to move or to clarify his words and the meaning behind them. The most he did was readjust his crossed arms and scratch the stubble at the base of his jaw.

“Nothing. I should be free.”

A beat of silence passed, your heart fluttering with hope. Then he nodded.

“Meet me at the café down the street at two in the afternoon. Saturday.”

Did he…?

“Okay!”

You felt your spirit physically lift your body, eagerness blooming in your mind at Gavin's words. Genuine joy made your eyes no doubt shine, feeling them grow wetter as more of his words processed and your vision grew slightly blurry because of the saline. He just asked you out on a date. You couldn't believe it. The grin on your lips couldn’t have been bigger as you nodded, feeling your body grow in energy with the increasing serotonin. Your cheeks stung at the intensity of your smile. You were so happy.

However, before you could add to the conversation, your lips frozen ajar, you heard your name be called from the other side of the room, forcing you to excuse yourself and officially start your shift.

“I’ll see you then, Detective!”

Gavin Reed has asked you out on a date.

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Oneshot Masterlist

[geminigengar]

lost a fic i was reading do any yall know or have the link to a connor / rk800 x reader fic where theyre a forensic psychologist working w the dpd? theres a bit of background reader x gavin in like chapter 6 and then i lost it after that 😭 it was so good tho

[gogogodzilla]

day 21, spitroasting

gavin reed x reader x connor (rk800) warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, face fucking, rough! Connor, role play, blowjob, dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, the psych major in me is showing kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You knew that after the android revolution, your work at the Detroit Police Department would increase tenfold. You knew that you’d have to spend more late nights at the precinct. What you didn’t expect was the toll it took on your sex life. You’d barely seen Connor, let alone touched him. 

Connor always offered to stay late with you and help wherever he could; he didn’t need sleep after all. This time, however, it was you who offered to stay with him. Connor sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he went over his case files for the umpteenth time. You reclined in your chair, stretching out your achy muscles. The bullpen was empty except for the two of you, everyone else had the sense to leave while they still could. 

“Why don’t we talk it out?” you suggested as you stood from your desk and wandered over to his. 

He looked up at you as you sat on the edge of his desk, and you shrugged. “It might be helpful to act out your investigation rather than just having all the details rattling around in your head,” you suggested.

“How could we act it out?” Connor questioned, still a bit uncertain. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment. 

“I can pretend I’m the suspect, and you can interrogate me. Maybe hearing what we know from someone else will help you find the missing piece?” 

He nodded, before standing. His expression was soft as his gaze met yours. It’d been forever since it’d been just the two of you. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s get to work.”

Connor handed you a data pad with all his case files which you scanned as you walked to the interrogation room. This case had multiple victims, all male androids and all models previously used at the Eden Club. The victims were in various states of mutilation. They also weren’t killed in the spots where they were found, though, and there was little physical evidence. You furrowed your brows. All of the victims had a red lipstick mark on their cheeks. 

The chair in the interrogation room scraped against the floor as you pulled it out. Connor allowed you a few moments to look over case files before you began. 

“Maybe you should cuff me,” you suggested before quickly adding, “Y’know, since I’m a deranged killer going after androids.” 

Something flashed behind Connor’s eyes before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of the cuffs attached to the table, Connor removed his own off of his belt. 

“Hands behind your back, Doctor,” he said against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you. Your breathing quickened and excitement flowed throughout your body. 

You obediently clasped your hands behind your back and felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist. The room was silent except for the clinking of the handcuffs.  

Connor returned to his place across from you, opting to stand. He paused for a moment and then he turned his gaze to you. 

It was as if the man you knew and loved disappeared and was replaced with the cold-blooded deviant hunter he was known as. He stared intensely, and you shuddered under his watchful eye. 

“You understand the gravity of this situation, don’t you?” he asked, his voice calm. 

“Yes,” you replied, keeping your response measured. The suspect was obviously smart and had all the makings of an organized killer. They wouldn’t break with one severe look. 

“Good, let’s begin. Does this look familiar?” he questioned, sliding his data pad toward you with a picture of the most recent victim. 

Your eyes flicked to look at for a moment before returning to his brown ones. “No. Doesn’t ring a bell, detective,” you sneered. 

 “Really? Because you were seen by multiple witnesses visiting the scene of the crime,” he countered, raising a brow. 

It would make sense that the suspect would return to the scene of the crime or get involved in the police work. Although, androids were different than humans. Did they have that innate desire to see the carnage they’ve wrought? 

“I live in the area,” you shrugged. You knew it was unlikely that this killer would make the mistake of striking too close to home, but the way Connor was looking at you had you scrambling for excuses. 

He hummed before turning off his data pad and setting it aside. “Can you explain your whereabouts during the time of the incident, then?” 

You met his gaze, steeling yourself. This suspect would be smart enough to keep their cool under pressure. You had to be too. 

You leaned forward onto the table, allowing Connor a perfect view down your blouse. “Tell me, detective, what do you plan on doing if I don’t cooperate?” you asked, a grin spreading across your features. 

“I’m programmed to adapt to various situations and interrogation techniques. I could make you talk,” he answered, leaning in closer. 

“Aiming to find my weak spots, detective?” 

“I don’t have to search for those,” he responded, the corners of his mouth turning up. 

“Let me out of these cuffs and we could make this interrogation much more interesting,” you lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, meeting his gaze. 

He straightened, the smirk he donned earlier long gone, “Unfortunately, I believe I may be just your type.” 

“So, you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” 

Connor nodded, before rounding the table once again.  He hooked his hands under your armpits and pulled you into a standing position. He kicked your chair away from you.

 “I’m still waiting for a confession,” he whispered against the shell of your ear before bending you over the interrogation table. 

It was slightly embarrassing how much this turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. He was steady, as always, behind you, and you could feel his hardening length pressed against you. 

“You’re giving me exactly what I want,” you remarked, glancing at him over your shoulder. 

His hands had begun to wander; one moved upward and began undoing the buttons of your blouse while the other popped the closure on your pants. 

“I’m told I’m very persuasive,” he purred as he unzipped your pants and dipped a hand into them. His fingertips brushed against your clothed core, and you let out a soft gasp. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck as he teased you through your underwear. Your quiet moans were quickly turning into desperate pleas, begging for him to just fucking touch you. 

His free hand kneaded your breast, running over the lacey front of your bra. When that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled your bra down, exposing your front. Your nipples hardened against the frigid air of the interrogation room, and he rolled one between his two fingers. 

“Please, Connor, I promise I’ll be good and give you whatever you want,” you whined, pushing your hips against his. 

 He tsked before removing his hold on you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he praised before hooking his fingers into the sides and yanking your pants, and underwear, down to your ankles. 

He slid a finger through your now-dripping folds, and you bit back a moan. Your slick quickly coated his fingers and he dipped a finger into your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit. You didn’t doubt there’d be a wet spot on his jeans from you canting your hips against his. 

A groan escaped both of you as he slipped a finger inside you that was quickly joined by another one. He pumped them slowly, and small whimpers left you. You were close to falling apart on his fingers with the way he was winding you up. 

The clinking of his belt buckle was music to your ears and you involuntarily clenched around him. You turned your head and watched in the two-way mirror as Connor stroked his cock with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You let out a high-pitched moan as he pushed inside you inch by inch. You’d never get over the way he stretched you so perfectly every time. Eventually, he bottomed out, and within moments you were moving your hips, begging him to move. 

Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours.  He rested his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed against the table, as he rutted into you. Your wrists dug against the handcuffs and you wriggled against his thrusts. Goosebumps covered your skin as your breasts pressed against the cool metal of the table. 

He bent so his chest was pressed against your back and whispered against your ear, “Why don’t you show Detective Reed how well you take my cock?” 

Your gaze lurched to the two-way mirror as Connor began pounding into you, and your cheeks burned under Gavin’s invisible gaze. The wet sounds of your heat combined with the moans that pushed passed your lips filled the room. What the hell was he doing here? You were a bit too preoccupied to care.

“You like that he’s watching?” Connor hummed, smirking. “Do you want him to join us?” 

You nodded fervently, as you involuntarily clenched around Connor. The mental image of Gavin joining you driving you wild. 

“Please, Gav,” you begged as Connor slowed his brutal pace, nearly bringing tears to your eyes. “Need you, please, please, please.” 

You jumped as the door to the interrogation room slid open. Connor leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at Gavin as he entered. 

Gavin palmed himself through his jeans as he neared, cheeks flushed and eyes alight. He cupped your cheek with his free hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Missed this mouth, sweetheart,” he murmured as he undid his jeans and released his length, allowing it to bob freely in front of your face. Your mouth watered as you watched him stroke himself. Connor straightened and gripped your ass as his strokes deepened, making your back arch. 

You stuck your tongue out over your bottom lip and looked up at Gavin, inviting him in. He slapped his cock against your tongue, teasing you. The whine that left you was borderline pathetic, and Connor’s grip on you tightened. 

Gavin was quick to indulge you and slide his cock passed your lips. You ran your tongue over the tip, moaning at the taste of him. Connor pulled out of you except for the tip before ramming into you. The force of his thrust sent Gavin’s cock deeper into your mouth, and you gagged slightly as a few tears formed.

“Jesus, tincan. Take it easy,” Gavin hissed, swiping a thumb across your cheek as you recovered, bobbing your head slowly. 

Gavin ran a hand through your hair, tugging it slightly as he pulled you closer. Connor’s pace increased as he rocked into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that had you moaning around Gavin’s cock. 

You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your cheeks, allowing Gavin to use your mouth as he pleased. He groaned as he matched his thrusts to Connor’s, one pulling out while the other was pushing inside you. 

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Almost like this pretty mouth was made for me,” Gavin praised, his thrusts becoming sloppier. 

Connor reached a hand around you to rub tight circles around your clit. You let out a breathy moan and pushed your hips back his, forcing him impossibly deeper inside you. 

It took almost no time for you to come around Connor’s cock. You squeezed around him as your orgasm washed over you. Gavin grunted as your moans sent vibrations down his length. Both men continued to rut inside you, riding out your high. 

Gavin is the one to reach his peak first as his grip on your hair tightened, and he stilled as he came down your throat. You greedily slurped up everything he gave you, but still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth. He pulled back slightly to give you room to breathe, but you keep your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Gavin whined as you lazily bobbed your head, milking him for every drop. 

Connor followed immediately after, almost as if he was waiting for Gavin. His hips stuttered against your own, just as the aftershocks of your orgasm diverged dangerously close to overstimulation. He buried himself to the hilt as he twitched inside you, the thick ropes of his cum coating your walls. 

Gavin pulled out with a shuddering breath as soon as Connor came, watching as the android detective filled you to the brim. Eventually, Connor’s thrusts slowed to a stop, and he slid out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs, and you whined at the emptiness. 

Gavin lifted your chin and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You eagerly returned the kiss, savoring the way his lips felt against yours. A small part of you secretly missed that. 

He pulled away, “You did good, sweetheart.” 

You smiled at his praise, and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He spared a glance over his shoulder at Connor as he made his way to the door, “See ya, tincan.” 

Connor uncuffed you, and you stretched your arms as he helped you get cleaned up.  Once you were situated, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each wrist, frowning at the marks the cuffs left. 

You ran a hand through his hair, “Did you enjoy yourself?” 

“Immensely,” he quickly answered. “Human relationships are still confusing to me. Does this complicate your feelings toward Detective Reed?” 

“No, I love you, Connor. That was purely physical,” you responded as you took his hand in yours. “Have you solved your case?” 

“Yes,” he grinned, “I had it solved as soon as you started flirting with me.”

You rolled your eyes before standing. “Let’s go home,” you said as you dragged him toward the door.

[pixelmensupremacy]

DBH boys with a gamer s/o

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.

[jayden-killer]

IS THAT A DATE?!

Paring: Gavin Reed × Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual things, no use of Y/N, Gavin being a soft (that's strange, lmao).

°~°

I hate Mondays for three simple reasons:

A) it meant the beginning of a new working week;

B) I had not the slightest strength to get up from my warm bed;

C) It meant seeing that asshole Gavin Reed downtown.

Gavin had become unbearable, all the more reason not to hold it during the day, and his pretty face wasn’t helping. Okay, maybe a little: it helped me put up with it more. But geez, I couldn’t stand him all the time breathing down my neck and making jokes about androids (unpleasant to say the least).

—Are you going to stop sticking to me all the time, Gavin?! Don’t you have other priorities?

Exasperated, I pass a hand in my hair. Gavin has a defiant look and runs his arms around his chest. I can see his well-defined abs even under his thin shirt, and I don’t like that.

—My priority is to fuck with you. You should have figured that out by now, huh?

—Gavin, please, go do something else. We’re both adults, with jobs and responsibilities to think about, this is not the time to fuck around.

—But Thats what I always do— He show a mocking smile. I smile too, but nervously. Oh yeah. I forgot that Gavin is anything but an adult.

—Right...—I let go. I have no other ideas at this point to get him out of my way.

—Look, tell me what I have to do to get you to at least leave me alone for...—I look at the smartwatch on my wrist, —Eight hours? Is that okay?

—I didn’t think you were that dumb—Gavin chuckles, while he scratches his beard, —You must come to my house tonight after work.

I think that’s when my brain stopped working. I chuckle nervously and look around, convinced that I understood something else.

—Um... at your place?

—Are you deaf? My place, yes!

I swore I saw a thin layer of embarrassment on his face and... was he blushing? Oh, my God. Don’t tell me Gavin just...

-Is that a date?!

Gavin spreads his arms, then puts them on his hips.

—And what else? Well, if you want me to leave you alone, come tonight.

I stare at him, incredulous. The truth is that I do not know what to think: if he wants to make a joke or is serious. But I must move, and give an answer. Gavin was always an asshole, from the first day I met him, straight up, unbearable, but... I liked him for who he was. Underneath he hid that sweetness that wasn’t visible to everyone, and that made him interesting. He was a mysterious guy.

—Okay, I’ll come. But you cook— I say and by the way he was smiling, he seemed to appreciate it. It warmed my heart to see that a smile was forming on her face.

—Good. I’ll see you in eight hours, baby- He walked over to his desk, only to turn immediately and get closer to my face. I could feel that tension between the two of us, and his warm breath wasn’t bothering me as much as it used to be. I blushed.

—I’ll show you that I’m a man of word— he smiled maliciously. His eyes went up and down on my body.

-S-Show me tonight.

I slapped myself mentally for pulling that shit out of my mouth, yet my comment seemed to be appreciated by Gavin when he chuckled and dropped a hand on my ass, giving it a grope.

—Sure thing, girlie.