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[jilixthinker]

sweet taster

=͟͟͞♡ minho × fem!reader

word count: 1.6K

content warning: smut, established relationship, sub!minho, cock play, kinda chubby (but not really) minho, a little bit of feederism if you squint, it's all very loving and sweet

a/c: i feel things about minho's imaginary soft tummy, that's it.

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"That was definitively too much."

Your home smells like savory and sweet, the nice scent lingering in your living room like a warm blanket, and Minho groans in delight as he plops on the couch with his eyes closed, stress from the work beginning to melt away. He loves when he comes home to the smell of one of your cooking, it makes him feel spoiled and pampered.

The portion of bibimbap was more than generous, but what truly tested his stomach capacity were the three big slices of apple pie he gobbled down while you watched him with adoring eyes, fingers softly caressing his plush tighs.

Minho has a sweet tooth and you love cooking and baking for him, that is always been your love language. In addition to that, in the last year of your relationship you started to experiment in the kitchen with lots of different baking recipies, and your loving boyfriend has been your official taster since that.

You cook, he eats, and you look fondly at him while he savors your baked goods, making a series of cute tiny sounds of pleasure that leaves you cooing and pinching at his soft cheeks. That is how you would describe happiness.

"Are you full?" you ask, sitting next to him and immediately nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.

Minho smiles and his arm circles your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You nose at his sweater and he smells like candy, smells sweet and intrinsecally like home and Minho. “So full,” he chuckles, placing a wet kiss on the top of your head.

"I guess you don't have space for one last treat then..." you smile against his skin as your hand drops to his belly. It feels tensed and a little swollen because of all the food he ate, and you start to massage it slowly.

"Treat?" Minho's eyes get all round and you hear him sniffing at the air in search of a distinct odor that will make him understand what are you referring to.

"I tried baking some cream eclairs." you smile at him, pinching the soft pudge below his belly button between your thumb and pointer. It's so soft that you wanna eat him whole.

"Well, I guess I can make some space, then".

You sit up again just in time to catch a glimpse of Minho's tongue lapping at the corner of his mouth, pre-savoring the dessert, and you feel a familar warmth spreading through your body. He is just too cute, too precious, too sweet to be yours.

"Let me get it for you. Wanna feed you." You smile as you stand up and head to the kitchen, the platter of creamy sweets ready in the oven.

When you come back, Minho is waiting for you with big pleading eyes, eager to taste the product of your baking. You place the plate on a cushion next to him, but instead of sitting down on the couch, you find your place on his lap, straddling his soft yet muscular thighs.

"Open wide." you say, taking one eclair in your hand and bringing it to Minho's mouth. You tap him under his chin and his mouth falls open easily.

Keeping eye contact, Minho leans forward to take a big bite, chewing slowly to let the flavor really envelop his senses. The lemon cream is sweet and warm, and it melts in his mouth.

You stare at him, pushing the eclair back to his lips when Minho is done chewing, inviting him to take another bite. With a loud gulp, Minho opens up again, and his tongue swirls against your thumb.

"How does it taste?" you ask while you brush a few crumbs from his lips.

Minho swallows the last bit of the eclair and the tip of his tongue laps at his plump lips once again. "Tastes amazing." he puffs out, his breath smells exactly like the cream.

"Want another?" you ask, taking the second one on your hand without even waiting for his answer.

"I am very full, baby." he mumbles, arm falling down to rest on the top of his stretched tummy. "I don't know if I can fit another one. But they taste like heaven."

"Just one more." you murmur as you leave a small peck on the corner of Minho's mouth, licking a bit of sugar away. "You look so cute when you eat. Please, just one more."

Minho sighs, his tummy is stretched and slighly uncomfortable, but saliva begins to pool inside his mouth as a pavlovian response to the thought of the sweet taste. "Just one more." he conceeds.

You hum and bring the pastry in front of his mouth. Minho diligently parts his lips once again and accepts the eclair. Crumbs are all over his shirt and pants, and there are cream smudges all around his pretty red mouth, even stuck between his teeth.

"So gorgeous for me." you whisper as your hips buck involuntarily against Minho's groin. And then you notice that you are not the only one enjoying this.

"You're hard, uh?" you ask with a chuckle, lowering your hand to cup him through his sweats and squeezing him lightly. Minho hisses and you rub his protruding stomach, feeling the soft skin under the fabric.

Minho finishes swallowing and breathes a sigh of relief as he hears you lowering the band of his sweats. “Yeah. It was sweet,” he huffs. "You are sweet. Got me all hard."

You take the opportunity to remove his pants completely to gain easy access to fondle him through his briefs in the process. Minho's breath is is soft and tender, and he smells amazing, all sugary and pretty for you.

"Wanna touch you. Can I, baby?" you ask, finding a comfortable position on the floor, between his parted legs.

The room is warm, but Minho's legs are tensed and his thin hair are fluffy. You caress them and massage the muscles underneath, and you see his fattened cock twitching against his groin. You see a few pearls of precum glistening on the chubby tip, and you wonder if his release would taste like cream if you fed him enough sweets. The thought is enough to rub your legs together, your panties are already sticking to your folds. But this is for Minho, you think.

"You can do anything you want to me." he murmurs, eyes almost closing and head resting on the cushions behind him.

You smile and you scoot forward to wrap one hand around his cock, squeezing it. His swollen cock immediately chubs up even more and wets the fabric of the sweatshirt. The cockhead looks all sensitive, and you tentatively circle the palm of your other hand around it, coaxing a sweet moan out of Minho's lips.

"My sweet, sweet boy." you coo, starting a lazy rhythm of stroking and circling, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head every once in a while. "You are so sweet that I wanna eat you up."

Minho's chuckles breathily and lets out a soft sob as his thighs begin to shake.

"Am I your dessert?" he asks, looking down at you with big eyes and still a few crumbs of eclair on the corner of his mouth. He mindlessly licks them off.

"You so are, pretty. You are my candy, my cake, my chocolate milk." you answer, sliding your thumb against his slit and making him whine slowly. "And I really need to eat you. I am serious."

You lower your head past his leaky cock to brush your cheek against the soft pudge under Minho's belly button. And then you bite him.

The tender flesh is warm and squishy, and the taste of Minho's skin, together with the cream scent still lingering in the air makes you moan against him.

"F-fuck, baby." he mutters, and you feel his cock throbbing in your fist.

With the tip of your tongue you lick at the velvety scar across his lower stomach and then you twirl it inside of his belly button, mimicking the way he usually fucks himself into you. He whines at the movement and his body twitches again.

"Love you." you whisper, keeping your grip steady on him. "Love how soft you get for me. How sweet. Love when you eat well and you look like this. You are so delicious, Mimo."

You keep biting softly at the fluffy fat of his pudge, savoring its taste and jerking him slowly, letting the schlick sound of his wet cock resonate through the room. Minho is pliant under your touch and his eyes are glassy.

"Uhm – I am. I-I am cumming, baby. Sorry." he moans when your finger dips a little into his slit.

"Don't be sorry, honey. You wanna cum?" you ask with a loving tone while your hand slides smoothly on his aching muscle. "Wanna cream on me like the sweet pastry you are? You can, pretty baby. Let it all go for me."

And Minho obeys, as he always does. With one last pump he begins to shoot thick ropes of creamy cum all over your hand and his round belly, covering his pale skin with glossy spurts that accumulate on the curve just above his ribcage.

When he is done, you lap at some of his release and it actually tastes sweet. It could be your imagination or just the fact that you are aroused, but you swear you can taste some of the cream on his orgasm.

"Wow." he puffs, hand covering his eyes in a shy attempt to hide himself. "That was... something."

You chuckle and kiss his tummy one last time before looking up to his face. "Then you will not be surprised when I'll tell you I baked more, right?"

Minho's face blushes to an adorable shade of pink. "Maybe... m-maybe I can eat one more".

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[astrophileous]

LOVE BUGS MASTERLIST

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): 18+ NSFW SMUT CONTENT, alcohol consumption, serial killers, graphic depictions of violence/injuries/blood/murder, cursing, violent uses of guns and knives, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of abortion, kidnapping, etc. (please see each individual part to know more about the complete list of warnings)

Status: Completed

All of the parts from Love Bugs can also be found under the hashtag "love bugs" on my profile.

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Author's Note: Hellooo and welcome to the masterlist for Love Bugs! This is the very first derek morgan fic I've ever written and the very first time in my life I took a shot at writing smut lol. Pls be mindful of the warnings for this series, including the ones listed in each individual part below. It's also worth mentioning that even tho the main pairing for this fic will be derek morgan x reader, it's also got a lot of bau team x reader undertones in case you're wondering why the scenes between derek and the reader are lacking in some places. Aside from that, I hope you still enjoy this little piece of indulgence I've written and pls pls pls don't forget to give your support by liking/commenting/reblogging. Thank you!

Part 01

Part 02

Part 03

Part 04

Part 05

Part 06

Part 07

Additional materials:

You catch Derek talking to your pregnant belly

Overprotective Derek

Sex reveal party

Derek lifting your bump (like the TikTok trends)

When you're nearing your due date

Derek loves to see you waddle

The song that plays on your first dance, on your wedding day

Derek teaches his son to talk to his unborn sister

Pregnancy pillow and jealous Derek

Video of Little Bug meeting Baby Bug for the first time (submitted by the lovely @thisgirlisonfayeeer ❤️)

Derek gets jealous of not having bug-related nickname (or, your daughter's first word)

This series is completed. Requests are open for blurbs/headcanons/etc. You can send me an ask for the requests or even if you just want to gush about the fic. Thank you for reading!

[feudalconnection]

Get Ready...!!

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[writerastray]

So... can we still be together? { affection part 3 }

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-> Word count: 5k

-> Relationships: Lee Minho/afab!Reader

-> Rating: 18+ → Mature/Explicit

->Genre/Tropes: Romance, Angst (a little bit?), Fluffy (do people use these tags?), Smut. Other Additional Tags to Be Added. (Spoiler tags: Something more than friends to Lovers?)

-> Warning tags: Explicit Sexual Content. Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

Final part of Affection.

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You woke up with the taste of Minho lingering on your tongue. 

After you returned last night, Hyunjin and Felix were nowhere to be found, but you couldn't care less, not when you knew Minho was still behind you, painfully hard. 

You remember how surprised he was when you pulled him to your room, how he smiled when you asked if he'd let you suck him. 

The way he kissed you and begged in a whisper for your lips around him. His sounds, divine as your tongue swirled on his cock; his cum in your mouth; his languid kiss as he, at last, said goodnight. 

Turning in your bed, the faint light danced through the curtains, a gentle breeze whispered through the open window. The room was silent, save for the distant chirping of birds outside.

You wished Minho were behind you, as in the many mornings you spent together, his nose nuzzling your neck as he slept softly, his warmth comforting you.

There's no denying it now—you have feelings for Minho, regardless of what you may still feel for Felix. Your heart still raced at the thought of Minho, still yearned to hear his voice, still wanted to share your thoughts with him. You love when he understands you, when he sees all your secrets. His touch weakened your knees; and you cherished every moment spent with him—the laughing, the teasing, the flirting.  

In some moments, it feels like you've fallen out of lust, and into love with him.

But will you confess? Fear holds you back, and you don't know how to take the first step. 

Once you're ready and have left the room, only Hyunjin is awake. 

He smiles warmly and extends a cup of tea, its steam rising gently in the cool morning air, and you gladly accept it. 

"What's the plan?" you ask. 

The delicate aroma of freshly brewed tea fills the air, as you take a sip. Chamomile. 

Hyunjin snorts. "Felix asked me the same thing this morning."

"And then he just made his own plans, right?" You smiled.

He nods and makes a cup of tea with honey in it. You know it's for Felix. 

"We're going to town to get some things. Felix wants to see Changbin too.”

Footsteps approached, and Felix, with a drowsy face, joined you.

He takes the cup that Hyunjin places in front of him, chastely kisses him, and sits by your side. 

"Is Minho still sleeping?" he asks, looking at you, and your heart beats faster, thinking about last night.

"Not anymore," Minho's voice sounds from the corridor. 

Your eyes meet. He just got out of the shower, tiny droplets of water clinging to his tousled hair, trailing down his temple, neck, and collarbones—each spot once caressed by your lips. His tank top revealed his strong arms, making you want to crawl into his embrace. Minho is always warm when waking up. 

His gaze goes to your lips. You don't miss the corner of his lips slightly turning up, or the skip of your heart.

After breakfast, you all walk to town through cobblestone streets. A gentle breeze brushes against your skin, carrying a hint of chill in the air. You walked beside Felix. Minho was ahead, chatting with Hyunjin. 

Now that you've admitted to yourself that you have feelings for Minho, you can't stop your gaze from searching for him. 

Your body naturally longs to touch him, and you find yourself paying more attention to his every expression—all of them beautiful—or the way he walks, or how his voice sounds from afar, though you already know how it sounds in rushed tones in the middle of the night.

Along the way, butterflies flit among blossoming flowers, and Felix's voice echoes as he points out where their friends live and where they used to play as a child.

You learn about Felix's summer house being sold when he went to college and see Minho's house, which had a high wall with plants full of hanging flowers and is only occupied by his family in winter nowadays. 

Then Minho stops in front of another house, his expression guarded, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Do you think Jisung is home?" Felix asks, his voice filled with hesitation.

Your body froze at Felix's words. It was wrong to feel so afraid of Minho meeting Jisung, but you couldn’t help it. It made you anxious. You didn't want Minho to get hurt again, and the selfish part of you fears losing him. 

"Want to say hi?" Hyunjin suggests.

"Y/n and I will go ahead," Minho says, his voice gentle yet firm. They simply nodded in response. 

As you stroll down the street, relief settles in your chest. Minho is still yours for a bit more time.

Once you enter the town, you catch the scent of freshly baked pastries drifting from a bakery. A flower shop catches your eye, displaying an array of colorful blooms, while across the way, a closed painting studio stands. Nestled among the cozy houses, you spot a pizzeria. Locals mingle at the cafes or the bustling market.

Minho guides you to a charming store, right in front of the market, and you know immediately where you are.

"That's my mom’s store," he said.

A light yellow wood sign hangs on the door, bearing the store's name in elegant script. Peering through the large, ornate windows, you catch a glimpse of the interior. The display cases now sit empty, their glass surfaces reflecting the soft glow of the afternoon sunlight.

This is where Minho spent his childhood. It's where he grew up.

You can imagine him, running through the tables, greeting every client, helping his mother.

You didn't have that as a child; you spent your time in your room, watching something or studying. Your parents worked all day, so you were by yourself most of the time. Maybe that's why you suck at being honest with others.

Once inside, the scent of sweets lingers, even though it has been a while since it was last opened.

You look at him, and his gaze is lost inside, roaming every detail. You notice him relaxing, his breathing slowing, and his eyes softening with affection. Silence surrounds you, as if time stopped once you came inside, like a magical store where you could feel safe no matter your problems outside.

"I used to spend most of my days here helping her." His voice was tinged with fondness.

"Have you ever thought of reopening?" 

"Once, a long time ago," he answers, pulling you close. "Hyunjin loves her strawberry cake. Sometimes he calls her to get some of it."

"What was your favorite?" you ask, wanting to know more about his past.

He gives you a bittersweet smile. “A cheesecake. Me and Jisung made it once.”

He avoids meeting your eyes. You step closer, your hands traveling from his shoulders to his chest, and down his waist. You notice his breathing quickens, and he slightly shivers. 

Minho bites his lips, so pretty and full that you want to do it as well—feel them between your lips, lick them, taste them.

“You must think I'm an ass to keep talking about him when I'm with you.”

You gently place your hand on his cheek, urging him to meet your eyes. They betray a hidden desperation, as if he wanted to say more than he was ready to. 

“He was your best friend. I want to know. He’s important to you. I want you to share these memories with me.” Even if it hurts me.

Silence follows, his hold tightening. His hands cup your cheeks, and he kisses you so tenderly that it steals your breath away.

“Since when did you stop being a scared kitten?”

You punch him in the arm, and he laughs.

You can’t help but think, what if your paths had crossed at a young age? Would you have fallen for Minho instead of Felix? Would you have been his first love? 

Your hands move to his neck, wanting to comfort him, to make him stay with you in the present. So you kiss him, delicately and slowly.

"So, what should we do?" he asks, sliding his lips along your neck. You wanted him, but not just like this. Something nags at your heart. You need more. You distance yourself enough to see him. His eyebrows arch, and you have an idea.

"We should try making those blueberry muffins before we spend all our money at the café."

"You wanna bake?" he asks, surprise evident in his tone, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Why not? The market is on the other side of the street."

His eyes widen, and a smile spreads across his face. He shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

"Get the ingredients; I'll see what works here," he said.

“Yes, chef,” you said, passing by his side, and he playfully slapped your butt. You laugh, feeling hopeful that you could at least build new memories here with him. Maybe he can forget a little about his past. Was that too selfish of you to wish?

“You're a disaster,” Minho said, his voice in your ear as his hands held yours in an attempt to teach you how to mix the flour with the rest of the stuff.

“In all honesty, you should have known the outcome.”

“The idea was yours.”

“And the fool was you for thinking I could ever be good in the kitchen,” you bantered.

He chuckled against your neck, a little melody that echoed through the room as he leaned in to press a kiss on your head before returning to the task.

Minho looks incredibly attractive while cooking, from his furrowed brow of concentration to the way his hands work the batter—hands you wish were touching you now. As you gaze, he catches you staring.

"Are you going to help, or just keep looking at me?" he teases.

Your eyes lock, meeting his annoyed expression.

You roll your eyes, and reach for the pan to grease it with butter. Then Minho pours the batter into the muffin pan, and places it in the oven.

Then he turns and pulls you close, his lips brushing against yours. Your heart races as your eyes close, savoring the moment.

"So what now?" you ask, feeling his arms around your waist. You could never belong anywhere else, you think. 

"Now we clean." He distances himself and grabs a sponge and detergent.

You sighed. "We should’ve just make out instead of baking."

He laughed, and you joined him in drying the dishes.

You work in comfortable silence, and when everything is done, you rest on the counter.

He smiles, a caring one, and wraps his arms around you. You rest your head on his chest, surprised by the rapid beating of his heart. Just like yours.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?" He asks softly.

You turn to him, and it's like you knew that the kiss, now, would not be the same as before. And you think he knows it too.

“Yes.”

Anticipation builds in your chest.

He holds your head in his hand, and his fingers gently stroke your cheeks before meeting your lips, softly, slowly.

It feels like rediscovering him all over again—the shape of his lips, the rhythm of his kiss, the warmth of his touch, his scent, the taste of his tongue on yours. Arms around his neck, one hand in his hair, drawing him closer. The kiss was devoid of rush, like a cloudy blue summer sky slowly passing by.

In the end, you almost burn the muffins, lost in each other. 

As Minho places the muffins in a container to take to Hyunjin's house, you feel the need to confess growing stronger. Like if you didn't tell now how you fell completely in love with him, your chance would escape. 

Soon. When the time is right, you promised yourself.

His eyes meet yours, and your heart skips a beat when you notice his lips, red from kissing you.

Felix called. He and Hyunjin were in the meadow, waiting near Changbin's house. 

You and Minho made your way back on the cobblestone path in silence, hands intertwined.

Minho hums a song, and you feel at peace, if only for a moment. For a minute, it was perfect; it was lovely.

"Minho?" a sweet voice interrupted. 

When you turned, your heart sank. 

Han Jisung stood before you. He looked just like the last photo you had seen of him, with doe eyes, small plump lips, and silky hair that begged for your fingers to run through it.

Minho stopped and froze, his hands still on yours. He didn't utter a word. 

Your heart beats so inexplicably fast that it might explode, and a knot forms in your stomach. You feel a sense of urgency, as if time is slipping away.

You’re scared. It's time. You had him for as long as you could. Now he would be gone. You should have confessed. 

You'll lose him because, once again, you were a coward.

"It's been a long time..." Han continued shyly, his gaze lingering on your intertwined hands. 

Sensing the tension, you gently let go. 

You try to muster a smile, but every inch of distance you put between yourself and Minho felt like a step toward a precipice.

"I'll go ahead," you finally managed to say. It was the first time Minho looked away from Han. He opened his mouth and closed it. 

You force back the tears that were begging to fall, and mouth, "It's okay. Good luck," before continuing on your path alone, wishing you had the courage to turn back, to stay by his side, to not let him go. 

It was when you realized how deeply you had fallen for Minho. Is it wrong to hope that Minho would choose you? You wanted Minho with you—to make him happy, to be the reason for his smile, to ease his burdens—just as he had done for you once.

You wanted to whisper “I love you” when the sun rose. And yet, you took one more step away from him.

You find Felix sitting on a swing, a bit further from Changbin's house. He's alone, and when your eyes meet, he smiles.

It was as if he knew everything that was happening inside your heart. 

You run to him, and soon you're enveloped in his arms, breathing in his scent, feeling warmth spreading through you. 

“Want to talk?” 

“Yeah.” 

And so you do. You tell him almost everything, from the day you spent with Minho on that winter night, skipping the part where your heart was broken by Felix, to how fearful you were of losing him to Han. 

Felix listened to all of it in silence, until he said, "So, you’re in love with him."

Not a question, a fact. His words make your heart race. It feels strange to admit this to someone you once had feelings for, but you're tired of lying to yourself. 

"I am," you admit. 

Felix gazes into your eyes. He looks at you with an expression you’ve never seen on his face before. You wonder what he was thinking. 

But before you could ask, he places his hands on your face, his fingers gently sweeping your cheek. 

"Then go after him. Don't give up." 

His words hang in the air, and you can't shake the feeling that there's more he wants to say.

You avert your eyes, noticing a distant house with a beautiful garden. When Felix doesn't say anything, the words finally escape you: "I'm afraid."

He furrows his brows slightly, and his hands hold yours. After a moment of hesitation, he asks, “Will you be able to live seeing him happy with someone else?”

You meet his gaze, knowing you could do it, knowing also how it was horribly painful to do so. 

You stay silent for a second, and then you decide. 

"No. I don't want to." 

"Then go,” Felix said with a gentle smile. Your heart tightens, not from hurt, but gratefulness to love him in every way, and for being his friend. 

You hug him, feeling his warmth one last time, before taking the first step back to the cobblestone path. Heart resolved.

You're determined not to make the same mistake again. You won't give up on Minho. “Thanks, Lix!” 

You do not look back as you run to Minho.

You run until you see him, crouched, patting a kitten. It reminds you of that winter. 

He looked soft, calm even, as if he hadn't just confronted a thunderstorm of feelings. 

What does that mean?  Your heart was pounding. Would that be a goodbye now? Was he prepared to leave you as well? Do the words you wanted to say matter? 

You didn't have an answer, but you took one more step in his direction.

His eyes widen as they meet yours, and you come to a stop. He walks the rest of the way to you. 

The sun is setting, and the sky is a soft purple, with a breeze of spring enveloping you, soothing your nerves while the scent of wildflowers surrounds you. 

You wait for him to speak, but he simply looks at you. Your heart ignited in anticipation. 

"How was it?" you finally ask. 

Minho's shoulders relax as he answers, his gaze softening toward you. "Everything it should have been," he says, his voice carrying a hint of contentment. 

You stay quiet, waiting for more. 

Are they back together or not? Hope flickers in your heart. 

His eyes search your face, as if waiting for a question. And you give in, finding a small drop of courage inside you.

"So..." you begin, almost too quietly, "can we still be together?" 

He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. His fingers trail up your chin, and he says, "If you still want me. I’d love to." 

A smile lights up your face as your lips meet his, losing yourself in his taste, his embrace, the beating of his heart against yours, the soft strands of his hair, his sweet taste. You let every emotion show in your kiss, hoping he would see how much you love him. 

When he breaks the kiss, you notice his ears are all red, and you smile to yourself.

The next day, all of you woke up early. Minho was organizing the bags in the car, Hyunjin was checking the house, and you and Felix finished cleaning the kitchen.

“So, did you confess?" Felix asked quietly.

Your heart quickened at the memory of Minho's words. "Not yet." 

He looked at you, excitement in his eyes. “When?”

"I... I’ll say it once we're back."

He nodded while he took out the trash, and before he went to throw it outside, he said, “I'll go back with Hyunjin. Just so you know,” he winked at you and walked outside.

You snorted and grabbed the last of your bags before following Felix. It's still a little strange how your best friend, who you once had feelings for, is now playing wingman for you, but oddly comforting at the same time.

The night before, Minho didn't share anything more about his conversation with Jisung, and neither did you discuss your moment with Felix. There would be time for those conversations later, when the weight of the words didn't feel so heavy. You gave him space to sort out his thoughts; and you  needed it as well.

"Ready?" Minho's voice interrupted your thoughts. He leaned against the car, his hair tousled by the strong wind. Meeting his gaze, you felt a flutter in your chest, a warmth spreading through you.

"Yes."

He smiled, and you noticed how his eyes glanced at your lips for a second before turning and going inside his car.

Hyunjin and Felix waved goodbye as you followed Minho and sat in the passenger seat.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your stomach.

You had fallen for Minho, and though Felix still made your heartbeat a little faster, it wasn't like before. Slowly, he was being erased, and with time, you were more and more at peace with that.

Yet, there's still one problem. Minho's words made it clear he had feelings for you, but you couldn't be sure if it was to the same extent as your feelings or if he would want something serious with you now.

One thing is certain—Minho is worth the heartbreak, and you need to be honest and confess your feelings to him.

As soon as you step inside his apartment, Minho pulls you into a deep, languid kiss, making you melt in his arms. Then the pace slows down, and the kisses transform into something sweet, almost chaste, with you grazing your lips over his, feeling each other's warmth.

He smirks into the kiss before barely distancing himself. 

“So…” he says, a smile growing on his lips.

You are completely mesmerized by him.

“So…” you narrow your eyes, trying to scold him for kissing you suddenly.

Then his expression softens, his fingers tracing circles on your neck while the other hand is interlaced with yours.

"Before we say anything, did you talk to Felix?” 

You panic slightly.

"Yeah?" you answer.

Minho raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Kind of," you admit sheepishly.

Minho narrows his eyes. "Kind of?”

"He knows how I feel about you," you explain, hoping he understands.

A small smirk appears on Minho's lips, and he tilts his head. "And how do you feel about me?”

“You know,” you say, eyes falling to his chest.

“Do I?” His finger pulls your chin up until your eyes meet his. “You never said it.”

“Neither did you.”

Minho’s lips brush yours. Once. Twice. Soft as butterfly kisses as he teases your lips, until you're arching, your body searching for his. 

He chuckles. “Should I make up for that?” He says, his voice low and hungry. “I can show you how much I want to be yours.”

Your heart bursts and a yearning flutters in your gut. “Then please show me.”

His lips are hot, his mouth sweet. A heavy press of his lips and the silky stroke of his tongue are all he needs to drive you insane. You whimper and dig your fingernails into his back. His breath catches, kissing you even harder, his hands clutching your waist

It's a game of action-reaction, each of you drawing the other over the edges with a single touch. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue is perfect against yours, his hands reach down and grip one of your thighs, bringing it up to his hip.

“Bed. Now,” you say, craving for more.

He kisses you one more time before guiding you to his room. Both of you undress desperately to feel each other again. 

You didn't have time to remove your bra when Minho pulled you against the door, kissing you hard, his hands on your waist, and you could feel yourself getting wet. He helps you take it off, and when it's done, he distances himself to look at you.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says, and you could say the same of him. But you just get close enough to kiss him again, eager to feel him. 

You tumble into bed, his hand cupping your breast, playing with your nipple, and the other on your neck as he tops you. You stop him and push him to be under you. His  scent enveloping you, lips red from kissing yours, eyes gleaming with desire. You tried to memorize every detail. Then you gave in and leaned to nip at his neck.

“Fuck, Y/n.”

His breathing quickens and becomes erratic as you kiss down his throat, sucking his skin, licking over his pulse point. Minho shifts, and you gasp, pressing against him as you feel his cock through his thin boxer. 

Trailing wet kisses down his chest, you lick over his abs and bite gently on his waistband. He responds with a thrust and a sinful moan. You pull his pants off, and he helps you until you stop to see his cock, hard and throbbing for you. 

Your thumb brushes along the tip in a gentle, teasing motion, pre-cum on your fingers, and his breath hitches, winning a smirk on your lips.

You tighten your grip on Minho's cock, moving your hand in the rhythm you know pleases him. 

You notice Minho's half-closed eyes and parted lips. You love seeing him like that, weak to every touch of yours. Suddenly Minho shudders, his groan so deep that you feel it reverberate through his body. That's when he holds your hand.

“No,” he says, whimpering with the lack of your touch. His gaze fucked out. “Wanna come inside you.”

Something in your lower belly coils. You lean in to kiss him, swiping your tongue against his as you align your entrance with his cock. He holds your waist.

“Let me eat you out first,” he says, his hands roaming around your nipple, ass, then moving close to your core.

You hold his hands and interlace them with yours.

“I need your cock now, Minho.”

He whimpers. “Fuck, is that what you want?” He grabs your hips, tightening his grip. “Needy for my cock, hm?”

A little smirk plays on his lips, but his eyes are filled with desire.

“Fuck me, please.”

As he turns you and presses you against the mattress, you moan.

He swallows the sound, his rough kiss full of urgency and heat. He sucks on your tongue and grips the nape of your neck.

Pleasure inundates your mind with each sweep of his tongue against yours.

He presses his hard length against your core and your hips buck slightly. Minho aligns the tip of his cock with your entrance, and you gasp as he thrusts into you.

Minho groans, closing his eyes, as your pussy clenches around him.

Then he stares at you; his gaze passionate, full of longing and desire, searing your heart. 

“I’m yours, Y/n,” he whispers against your lips.

You see his eyes widen as if the phrase just slipped out of his mouth without him realizing. You kiss him harder, heart bursting out of your chest

“Again,” you said, almost begging.

“I’m yours,” he says, “only yours.”

With a smooth thrust, he pushes all the way inside you. You whimper, fingers intertwining with the soft strands of his hair.

He kisses you slowly as he rocks in and out of you, his thrusts steady and hard, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room.

You bury your fingers in his hair as you move your hips with him, meeting him eagerly and taking him so deeply that it almost hurts.

He leans back, his eyes on you as he cups your breast with his free hand, squeezing it then pinching your nipple. “So goddamn pretty.”

A familiar wave of pleasure builds inside you with each hard thrust of his.

You know you are about to come.

Keeping your eyes on him, your hand touches your clit.

Minho moans your name as you circle your fingers, your pleasure growing with each movement and your pussy clenching even more.

“Baby, fuck, just like that,” he says, whimpering, as he thrusts faster, your hand accompanying his rhythm.

Butterflies flutter in your chest as your lower belly coils and your pussy clenches. You come hard, and euphoria jolts inside you. Minho looks down at you as you moan his name.

Minho's muscles tense, and he lets out a shudder. His cock hardens even more, and he pushes deep, moaning as he releases inside you.

He kisses you again, clinging to you as he reaches his orgasm. Minho bites your bottom lip, then nestles his head in the crook of your neck.

You stroke his hair and softly kiss his ear, his jaw, his throat.

“My turn now?” he says against your skin, and before you can respond, he moves down and captures one of your nipples in his mouth.

When you feel his teeth graze your skin, a new wave of pleasure washes over your body.

He lightly bites your nipple before tracing his lips over it and moves to the other one. Kissing, licking, sucking before leaving a cruel bite that makes you arch for more.

Then he kisses his way down to the underside of your breast, biting gently. His hands spread your legs widely. His lips brush their way to your core, sending shivers through your body.

Your hands go to his hair as his lips touch yours. You moan with the sensation of him between your legs, and you hear—feel—him chuckle at your reaction.

Then, he kisses you, slowly and languidly. His tongue traces every inch of your pussy, and your hips jolt. With a firm grip, he spreads your thighs even farther apart.

He returns to your clit, flicking and licking it again and again until your thighs quiver with anticipation.

He makes out to your pussy, and you feel like you might break.

You bite your wrist to muffle the moans at the back of your throat. Minho’s fingers wrap around them, pressing against your side.

“I want to hear you,” he says, his lips brushing against you.

You couldn’t stifle your loud moan as the sound echoed throughout the room. 

Too quickly, that familiar tension coiled in your lower stomach, a tightness craving release. Minho didn't stop for a second, devouring you as if his life depended on it, until your toes curled, your fingers clutching the mattress, and his name escaped your lips. 

Minho kissed your pussy one last time before your hands searched for his chin, and your eyes met. He looked intoxicated by you. 

He came to you, and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his mouth. 

The words you wanted to say were on the tip of your tongue once more, but your eyelids felt heavier than your thoughts, and as Minho got up to prepare a bath, you fell asleep.

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow upon the tangled sheets.

You lay beside Minho, his steady breathing comforting against your ear.

With each rise and fall of his chest, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. This is the moment you could live forever in it.

As he stirred from sleep, Minho's eyes met yours, his gaze tender yet filled with unspoken words. 

Without a word, you knew, finally, what needed to be said. 

"Minho.” 

“Y/n.” His voice, lower from the morning, sent shivers down your spine. 

Gathering your courage, you whispered, “I’m in love with you.” 

He stopped, and his beautiful coffee eyes widened; then he smiled and drew you to a kiss. 

His lips brushed against yours as he said, “I’m in love with you, too.”

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IT'S HERE -- SPECIAL TWO CHAPTER RELASE Hope for the Gate Chapters One and Two Word Count: 6,089 Rated: Explicit -- MDNI! READ ON AO3 (or continued below)

CHAPTER THREE> Please don't forget to kudos/comment/like/reblog <3 Rolan x Tav art by @ ORANGEKITTYENERGY on tumblr

Summary: Eight months after the events of 'All I Wanted' (my first Rolan x Tav fic [see series]), Tav and Rolan’s relationship is tested by tragedy and turmoil. There will be drama, romance, political intrigue, action, and of course — smut. Is our favorite tiefling strong enough to handle it all and hold on to the girl? Tags/Warnings: Rolan (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate). Post-Canon, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings. Porn With Plot, Tiefling Biology (Dungeons & Dragons), Tieflings (Dungeons & Dragons), Rolan in Rut, Anti-Tiefling Racism (Dungeons & Dragons), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Eventual Smut

A cool breeze drifted in through the opened window in his study, and Rolan steadied the scrolls on his desk before him with a groan. On the wind came the sweet smell of flowers that now grew in the boxes outside his office windows. Tav had installed them here and outside the bedroom and kitchen windows. He’d designed garden beds for the large terraces around the tower for her to work in as well.

She called them “Sylvanus’ Blessings” the flowers, fruits, vegetables, herbs, and other plant life that she thrived on sustaining. He wasn’t sure about all of that — but what he did know was that Tav loved them and he loved Tav. The breath still caught in his chest most mornings when he awoke and saw her face still asleep in the bed they shared. He still couldn’t believe she was his. Nearly each night when they slept in the same bed it would be at Ramazith Tower where they both had obligations and responsibilities. Some nights they watched the stars go down in the solemn little clearing in the woods where Tav’s homestead blossomed. The nights he hated were the ones where they slept apart. Luckily, they were few and far between now that he’d improved a more permanent portal between the Tower and her home in the woods outside the city. For that, Rolan was grateful. 

Tav’s presence in his life is a blessing and one he is still fighting to fully understand. How the most beautiful woman he had ever known could actually love him was still a question that nagged at the back of his mind. Despite his lingering fears, he’d managed not to mess up things with Tav since they’d made things official. It had been nearly 8 months since the night of Astarion and Gale’s wedding, since they’d confessed their love and agreed to work through their challenges and be together.

The bracelet he’d given her which could portal two people between the two locations was no longer necessary. He noted that she still wore it everyday and he barely managed to hide his moon-eyed smile every time he saw it on her wrist. While the red stones had originally been picked to match the dress she’d worn the night of that fateful wedding, he’d come to think of it differently over time. Deep down, he now felt a sense of possessive pride that the red bracelet against her wrist so closely resembled those moments when his tail coiled around the same spot. Something he took great pleasure in doing as he kissed her and as he took her desperately on the nights where he felt that possessiveness arise in him once more. When his self doubt was the loudest.

It’s almost strange how well she fit into his life and the lives of his siblings — Cal and Lia. They’d always been content as a trio and he’d often worried about how difficult things might be when that dynamic changed. But Tav’s closeness with them had eased his fears and only served to make him love her even more. Tav had already been close with Lia,  they were truly the best of friends and often co-conspirators in various schemes and plans. To Cal, Tav had become something of another big sister. Only partially to Rolan’s chagrin as Cal already seemed to hold Tav’s opinion in higher regard than his own.

It has always made him uneasy, the idea of introducing a new dynamic into their lives. He had been responsible for Cal and Lia since their mother’s passing and while he’d done his best by them, he understood that he couldn’t be their only family forever. He’d always believed it would be Cal or Lia adding someone to their group that he would inevitably hate. He’d been partially right in that regard, Lia had started seeing Dammon just before Tav and him had gotten together. But Dammon had always been a part of their lives, since they’d grown up in Elturel. The blacksmith had gone by a different name then, one they’d all long since forgotten.

Sure, having Dammon now dating his sister was new territory but even Rolan had to admit that Dammon was a good man. Bringing Tav into the fold had been something new entirely. Not because Tav wasn’t good, in fact Tav was almost too good. It was an undeniable truth that the three of them would most likely be dead if not for her. Hells, Dammon too. It was her who convinced them to stay with the rest of the refugees on the road, who had rescued his siblings from Moonrise Towers and him from himself, and Tav who had helped overthrow the former master of Ramazith Tower after she discovered his many transgressions and abuses of power.

Of course any time he had attempted to point out her many contributions, she waved it off or pointed out how Rolan was also the hero in their story. He’d actually caught her once, telling a group of children all about how he’d been a hero when the refugees had been cornered by the absolute. She’d caught them, having snuck into the shop to see some magic with their own eyes. Instead of tossing out what most people would see as street urchins, Tav had sat them down and spun a tale of heroism about the Master of Ramazith Tower. That was just who she was.

He’d happened upon it, toward the end of the story when she told the kids how the brave man who had rescued refugee children, then helped overthrow the cruel former Master of the tower.

“But — but I thought the new Master of the tower was grouchy!” One child had interrupted.

“I heard he’s like me!” A little tiefling girl had added with excitement and a swish of her little tail.

Her statement had been met with boos and groans from the other kids and Rolan had almost made a hasty retreat before Tav spotted him. With her radiant smile and an outstretched hand, she had summoned him to her side.

“He is” Tav had said to the Tiefling girl as she put an arm around him warmly and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

The children had scattered away with peals of laughter and other sounds of glee, disgust, and excitement that came from seeing two adults express affection for one another. Even though he had helped raise his siblings, Rolan had never been great with small children and was always nervous in their presence. Meanwhile, Tav seemed to exude a natural warmth and light that children found magnetic.

He snapped back to attention as he noticed himself daydreaming and worrying again instead of focusing on the pile of scrolls in front of him on his desk. Dragging a clawed hand over his face with a groan, he shifted to a more comfortable position in his chair. While things with Tav were great, the pile of responsibilities and anxieties in front of him was ever-growing. Tav had her own troubles as well and his heart was still weighed heavy for her.

Wyll had returned to back to Baldur’s Gate a few tendays after Astarion and Gale’s wedding with the darkest tidings. His fiancé, Karlach had perished in Avernus leaving him in a dark pit of grief. In a stroke of cruelty, the archdevil Zariel had destroyed the plans and the architect behind Karlach’s infernal engine, eliminating their hopes of being able to permanently stabilize the device. Tired of fighting off the inevitable, she’d chosen to return to the mortal plane to allow her engine to combust and her along with it. Wyll had even apologized to them through bleary eyes for not telling them sooner, explaining that she didn’t want anyone else to see her at the end. 

Rolan really only knew Wyll from their brief time at the Druid Grove, but it was clear the man he saw delivering the devastating news to Tav was a shadow of himself at the loss. He couldn’t blame the young noble — at the thought of losing Cal and Lia he’d come undone and tried to drink himself to death. The thought of losing Tav, well, he couldn’t even bear to consider that.

Rolan wasn’t known for his emotional depth, but he’d tried to be there for Tav as she grieved the loss of her dear friend while attempting to also support Wyll. It was just like her to stretch herself so thinly to support everyone around her. She’d done her best to stay strong in the tendays that followed the news of Karlach’s passing. He knew that he couldn’t force her to start the grieving process, but it worried him to see her so eerily okay. After about a dozen days she’d broken down sobbing over the sight of a child with a stuffed bear.

Rolan had held her close as the tears began to fall, whisking her back to the Tower so she might have some privacy. 

He was honored to be the one supporting her, it was a duty he took seriously, trying to remember to place her always above his other responsibilities. It was hard. As Archmage of Ramazith Tower he has his work cut out for him. But he wants to be more than just a great wizard. He wants to be a great brother to his siblings and a great partner to Tav.

And Tav — well she’s already impacted him more than he would like to admit it. He had never found himself caring much about the things and people outside of his immediate circle, until Tav. The world had been a largely cruel place in his repeated experiences. But there was something about the way she cared so profoundly for the world around her that warmed parts of him he thought were long dead. Thus, he found himself listening to Tav’s stories of the refugee’s needs and reading the paper more to stay informed about the city he now called home. Hells, he’d even went with her quite often to deliver the produce she grew into the hands of the Gate’s most vulnerable citizens.

Both he and Tav had thought that with the defeat of the absolute, the death of Archduke Enver Gortash and the reinstalment of Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard to leadership of the city, things just might improve. The opposite had proven true. Rolan didn’t understand the politics at play within the city and neither did Tav, but to them it seemed like every one of Duke Ravengard’s best intentions was being undone behind the scenes.

Neither Rolan nor Tav were quite sure how to help. It had only been about 7 months now since Karlach’s passing and Wyll was understandably still grieving. Neither of them wanted to approach him about political matters. Tav had a hard time ignoring the growing signs of what she called “a rot” within the City. Intent to leave Wyll out of things, she had confided her suspicions with Rolan. He’d begged her not act rashly, to include him. In truth, he’d have asked her just to leave it alone but he knew she wouldn’t. 

If that wasn’t enough, things with Cal and Lia were also heavy on his mind. Lia and Dammon had been together for some time now and she was now over at the Forge of the Nine more often than he saw her around the Tower. He was happy for her, he was sure of it — but the change was hard. It made him uneasy as he often found himself anxious about what would happen if she moved out, they’d never lived apart before.

Cal on the other hand was a different stressor completely. While Lia was essentially the General Manager of Sorcerous Sundries, Cal hadn’t been interested in working in the Tower with his siblings. It had been a hard conversation to have, Rolan had been angry at first but in the end he’d understood. Cal’s interest seemed to lie out in nature lately, he’d begun taking the stable portal that Rolan had made for Tav out to her homestead. While Tav was around Tower more, Cal helped to keep up around the farm and he actually seemed to enjoy coming home at the end of the day covered in dirt.

Tav went on about what a natural he was and before long, she paid him to maintain the crops and orchards while she saw more patients at the Tower. When the harvest came, there had been a notably higher crop yield that Tav attributed solely to Cal. He’d had an idea about what to do with the extras and so Lia and Dammon had built him a handsome rolling cart that he pushed around the upper city. With Tav’s blessing, Cal planned to sell the extra fruits, vegetables, and flowers from her farm.

Admittedly, Rolan hadn’t been thrilled about this idea when he’d first heard it. It’s not that he didn’t support Cal in his endeavors— he just worried. Baldur’s Gate had just barely allowed the Tiefling refugees within its walls and there was still a lot of small minded people who called the city home. He wasn’t sure how well a Tiefling selling produce would go over in the upper city.

Worse, it turned out his worries weren’t completely unfounded, for the very first week Cal wasn’t able to sell anything despite his best attempts. Before Rolan could get upset and storm off to the upper city to curse out the first posh person he found, Tav had volunteered to go with Cal the next time he went out. He was sure that having the “Hero of Baldur’s Gate” might help and if it didn’t, it didn’t hurt that Tav was prone to bursting into the form of a massive owlbear when provoked.

He smiled to himself as he thought about the only time he’d ever seen her in that form. He’d assumed the lovely Druid was simply a powerful spellcaster like himself. The unassuming human had always seemed so calm and patient, almost gentle. That was until she pieced together where the bruises and cuts all over his face had come from when they reunited in Baldur’s Gate after surviving Moonrise Towers and Last Light Inn.

Lorroakan had called him “boy” as he shouted his orders and threats to Rolan, during his former master’s fatal attempt at caging the Nightsong and gaining immortality. That had been the very last time the sham of a wizard had used that word. A howling screech had pierced the air and where the mild-mannered Druid had stood just a moment before, there was a full grown and very angry owlbear. Rolan had found himself staring, mouth agape as Tav took a vicious swipe at Lorroakan that had sent the sham of a wizard sprawling across his study.

Yes, Rolan was well aware she could handle herself but he still worried for her. Maybe that’s why he found himself so wistfully lost in thought today. He had felt a little under the weather as of late. Combined with waiting for Cal and Tav to return, it’s left him more distracted than he’d like to admit. But he hadn’t seen anyone running terrified through the streets of the city, so he assumed his beloved had gone unprovoked.

Snapping him out of his thoughts for good, Dammon strolled through the doors of the shop, his eyes searching the familiar space.

“Ah, Dammon! Lia is off at the market, you just missed her!”

“I know, actually, I was hoping to catch you and Tav for a chat, actually.”

“Oh? Well Tav should be back shortly — is everything okay? Is Lia okay?”

Rolan couldn’t help the edge of panic that laced his last question. He also noted how flustered Dammon appeared.

“What? No I mean, yes! Lia’s okay, she’s great”

“Then what’s this about, Dammon?”

Dammon sheepishly looked down, as if the answer to Rolan’s question were written on the floor of the Sundries.

“Well I —“

The laughter and excitement approaching the opened shop doors were the only warning the two men got before Cal excitedly dashed in and up to Rolan. Dammon’s sentence left unfinished, blessedly saved by the interruption.

“It went so well, Rolan! We sold everything for the day!” Cal blurted out with glee.

“And someone met a girl.”

He raised his head from Cal at the sound of his Tav’s sweet voice, she was just walking in the door and coming to stand beside Dammon.

“She’s not a girl! She’s a woman!”

Rolan shook his head at Cal as he walked around him to put his arm around Tav. His tail coiling around her ankle before he was even aware. Lately he couldn’t seem to be close enough to her, like no amount of skin contact would satisfy. It’s not that he wasn’t usually affectionate with her, but in public his affection was careful and calculated whereas lately it seemed almost impulsive, desperate, regardless of the location.

“Although technically, she’s a monk!” Tav laughed as she leaned into Rolan’s touch.

“One thing at a time, please!” Rolan said holding a hand up in defeat.

“Well Dammon was here first,” Tav laughed.

“Alright, I can be patient! Like a monk! I’ll go upstairs and wash up” Cal said as he retreated for the stairs.

Tav moved to leave as well but found his tail still coiled around her leg, with him unaware.

“Would you mind staying? Dammon wanted to talk to you as well,”

“Is that a request or a demand?”

“What? Oh! Sorry!”

It was his turn to blush as she spotted his tail where it was currently latched to her thigh and released his grip. He felt a sweat rise on his brow at the lack of contact with her.

“It’s fine, love, I’m just messing with you. What can we help you with Dammon?”

Tav turned back to the blacksmith who had used the time Cal had unconsciously bought him to steady his heart rate and steel his nerve.

“I was wondering, if we might talk in private? Please?”

Rolan lead them a private office off the main floor of the Sundries and shut the door behind them, trying to shake off the fluttering feeling in his stomach and the heat rising on his face.

Rolan and Tav sat together on a couch while Dammon leaned nervously against the desk. Silence permeated the air.

“What’s this about, Dammon?” Tav said sweetly, clearly sensing the man’s nervous energy.

His answer came out all as one word, blurted in a near-shout to the surprise of everyone in the room, Dammon included.

“IWantToMarryLia!!!”

CHAPTER TWO

“I… I want to marry Lia.” Dammon tried again, calmer and more collected.

When the blacksmith finally got the nerve to check the reactions to his news he found Rolan staring at him, jaw dropped. Tav watched Rolan closely, her eyes anxiously looking between the two men. Silence hung in the air like the smothering heat from an opened oven. Rolan felt the start of sweat forming on his brow and noticed his tail had once again wrapped around Tav’s ankle as if it had a mind of its own. Tav finally broke the silence.

“Dammon that’s great news! Isn’t it Rolan?”

“Why are you telling us!?”

Rolan’s question cut through the air with a sharp edge to it that was unmistakable. Not an angry tone, but certainly an irritable one. He felt Tav’s hand on his shoulder, both a gesture of support and a warning of his temper. He took a deep breath and reached up to touch her hand in acknowledgment.

“Well, I know we’re not in Elturel anymore and there’s not much left of home, but I wanted to be old-fashioned about this. I wanted to talk to her family first.”

Dammon blushed but he held Rolan’s gaze steady as he answered. Tav couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s so sweet! But wait, why am I here?” She asked.

“Well, Rolan is the oldest and you two live together so I thought it made sense to talk to both of—“

“We don’t live together” Tav interrupted.

“We don’t?!”

“You don’t?”

Dammon and Rolan’s responses came at the same time. The former’s was laced with anxiety and confusion and the latter with anger and confusion.

“You think we live together? You never even asked!” Tav snapped at Rolan, momentarily forgetting Dammon.

“I just assumed…”

“Oh Rolan, no.” It was Dammon who groaned the words and reminded them of his presence, wilting a little as both sets of their eyes fixed on him.

“Right, we’ll talk about this later… Dammon that is exciting news!”

Tav’s tone and smile seemed happy but both Dammon and Rolan noted the look of frustration in her eyes.

“Thank you for talking to us Dammon,” Rolan cleared his throat and awkwardly refocused the conversation back to the original topic, “I can hardly believe you’re being old fashioned now, you basically live together and you, erm, bit each other ages ago — could have gone without having to know that by the way but Lia had to put the mark so high on your neck, Gods, I can’t believe this is happening—“

“You’re rambling, Rolan”

Tav’s reminder was both loving and angry sounding at the same time.

“Right. Well, Congratulations are in order I guess.”

Rolan stood and exchanged an uncomfortable handshake with Dammon.

“Be good to her, please.”

Dammon smiled in response, his eyes a little misty. Tav stood next and gave Dammon a tight hug, tears were in both their eyes.

“And yes, do be good to her please. I’ve defeated the avatars of the Dead Three and I know where you live.”

Tav smiled sweetly when she pulled away and issued her threat. The Blacksmith gulped as the Druid made for the door and exited the office without acknowledgement of the other man, leaving the two alone in the cold wake of her exit.

A pain throbbed in Rolan’s side suddenly and he sat back down on the couch, wiping at the sweat on his brow.

“Getting to be that time, brutal,” Dammon said after taking stock of his appearance.

“What?”

“Oh, um, never mind.” Dammon pushed off the desk and made for the door.

“I was going to wait a little longer to ask, I wanted everything to be perfect. So, if both of you could keep a secret — Cal is such a blabbermouth,” He continued as he reached the door, turning back to look at Rolan on the couch he added, “I’ll wait a few weeks, you might need it”

Before Rolan could ask what he’d meant the blacksmith was out of the office with the door shut behind him. By that point a layer of sweat covered his entire body, causing his clothes and hair to cling to him uncomfortably. Another stab of pain throbbed in his gut.

“Fuck” He muttered to himself as the answer materialized before him. What Dammon’s cryptic words had meant and why he’d felt so off lately. It had almost been a year since his last and he and Tav had never talked about his ‘cycles’. He wasn’t even sure she knew about Tiefling mating cycles and he’d been too nervous to ask.

The timing couldn’t have been worse. There was so much to take care of and so little time before he’d be forced to take time off. By the feel of it he had a day at best. Standing with a groan he crossed the room to sit at his desk and pulled leaves of parchment from within the drawer with a well-practiced motion. He began writing notes to each employee of the Sundries with instructions for what to do while he was indisposed. Thanks to his hard work in the just over a year’s time since he’d taken over the Tower and his own instruction, he’d grown much stronger at magic than even he could have anticipated. What used to be complicated was now just a simple spell he would use to deliver the missives at the correct time and place.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- A few hours later, it is Tav who wakes him after drifted off into a feverish sleep at his desk. With the letters and spells completed, he’d begun getting ahead of the higher-level matters that required his attention. The first thing he’d noticed upon waking was her delicious smell. She’d always smelled amazing to him, like cedar and cinnamon, but this was something more. Her eyes are bleary with sadness.

“I’m sorry for just storming off and leaving earlier, I didn’t want to fight.”

“Me either”

“Rolan, you can’t just decide things without telling me. We have to have a conversation about these things”

“I didn’t just decide I simply thought we were living together, we’re always together and I just thought…”

Rolan trailed off with a frustrated sigh. Even as terrible as he was feeling he could see now where he’d missed the important step of asking Tav.

“Zurgan”

He ran his hands down his face, the gesture is one of both frustration and self-soothing.

“Tav I - I’m sorry”

His apology must have come too easy because she is immediately suspicious. Moving to take a closer look at him and bringing her intoxicating scent so close it was nearly unbearable.  His tail swished behind him with agitation.

“You’re sorry?! Are you feeling well? You look terrible, my love. Can I make you a cup of tea?”

He groaned. Zurgan, she smells amazing, she’s so beautiful, focus on her words you dolt. He could actually feel himself salivating in her presence and not over the thought of tea.

“Tea isn’t going to help this, my dear”

She sits down on his desk, next to where he’s working and glances at the discarded drafts of his notes and back to him. Does she know how beautiful she looks? Gods. It’s all he can do not to lunge at her and take her right on his desk.

“Rolan, are you…” She sighs, “Are you in rut?”

His mind is sent reeling in surprise and he makes an audible choking sound. How could she possible know about that?

“What?! How do you even know about that… Lia”

Rolan answers his own question before Tav could even open her mouth. Cursing his sister in silent frustration.

“Yes! But I’m also a healer, remember? Plus, you can hardly blame her. Awhile back, Cal literally vanished for two weeks after coming down quite ill and you acted like he’d gone on vacation. Honestly, I would have been angrier at you for never talking about it with me— but I guess I understand how talking about what your brother might be going through with me would be weird.”

Rolan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Not sure what to say next and grateful when Tav pressed on.

“We should probably finish this whole debate on where I live once you feel better. It’s like getting really sick, right? Who will take care of the store? I need to help you”

“Lia’s more than ready to handle things without me, plus just in case I’ve left detailed letters with instructions and suggestions on how they might conduct themselves while I am away.”

Tav threw her head back and laughed at him. He used to hate it when she laughed at him. Before he’d ever worked up the nerve to kiss her all those months ago. After that moment he’d begun to love the sound of her laugh. But now, the sound of her laugh reached out and grabbed him by the heartstrings and tugged. The feeling reaching from his chest down to the deepest reaches in his gut where a fire was already smoldering.

He groaned at the sound of her laugh, biting his lip and tasting copper as he restrained himself in her presence. She studied his face from where she sat on the desk just above him in his chair, a look of concern on her beautiful face. Ever so softly, she reached out her hand to stroke his jaw and he groans in response. His tail immediately whipped out to wrap around her wrist to hold her close. She gasped in response.

“So, you know… everything?” He gritted out as his eyes searched hers with a desperate hunger. He rubbed his cheek into her hand, so needy for the contact. A blush had formed on her cheeks and stretched down to her chest where her breast heaved unconsciously at the charged question.

“I wouldn’t say everything… I know it’s a mating thing and that for some it’s rut and for others it’s heat, and that’s its really kind of painful and can be really disruptive to day-to-day life.”

“Is… Is that it?” He panted out, never taking his eyes off her.

“That’s not everything, it’s easier, less painful if you have a… partner to satisfy your… urges.”

Rolan could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as she explained. He needed her so badly it was already driving him crazy, and his rut hadn’t even fully started yet. Her thumb traced a gentle pattern on his cheek that felt as if she were working the very Weave with fingertips.

“And there are some… anatomical changes as well,” she added awkwardly while glancing away.

His tail had lowered her arm to her side and moved to coil around her waist to pull her closer. Her eyes widened as he drew her face to his.

“I hate to say this, but you should probably go back to your place until I can think straight again.”

Tav laughed right in his face. That beautiful devastating laugh reaching down into him once more and fanning the flames within.

“I thought you were supposed to be the smart one. I’m not leaving you, my love”

“But…”

“That is unless you don’t want me… I don’t wish to intrude.”

Gods, she’s so good right down to her core. She is honey and sunshine, and I am the miserable wretch who craves her sweetness.  Her kindness only served to fuel the fire within him. He feels delirious with need, but he tries to steel himself. This isn’t true desperation; he knows desperation is what will happen once his rut has fully begun.

“It’s not that… I don’t want to hurt you”

“Hurt me?”

Her eyes widen in surprise, her breath is cool on his face relative to the heat that pours from his skin.

“You don’t understand, it might be dangerous for a human — I don’t know if I can be gentle with you under those conditions.”

She considers his words for a few moments before she responds. His mind is left to wander. All he can think about is fucking her, filling her over and over until one of them can take no more. Then he sees a light as if she’s realized something and he fills with dread — the Druid has always been abnormally astute in her observations of him.

“Have you ever gone through a rut with someone, Rolan?”

She says it nervously and glances away like she knows the truth and is giving him a moment of privacy. He can’t help but let out a sigh.

“No, I haven’t”

She looks back at him when he answers. The truth doesn’t cool the atmosphere like he thought it would, if anything she looks more interested, almost turned on by that thought.

“I trust you Rolan”

He’s on her in a second, closing the gap between their mouths with a hungry kiss. Using his tail around her waist, he draws her near so she is straddling him in his chair. It’s like bathing himself in her scent and it pushes him closer to the threshold of madness. His hands reach up to grab the sides of her face roughly, dominating the kiss. Their tongues meet with a savage energy and moans fill the once quiet room. Using the last reserves of sanity in his mind he wills himself to pull away.

“Tav…”

“Rolan if you want me, I’m staying”

She doesn’t even let him finish before she pants out her argument.

“Gods, I love you”

“I love you too”

She leaves a sweet kiss on his forehead, right between his horns — a place she knows will melt him every single time. How can he resist her?

“What if we head to your cottage? It can be just the two of us”

He suggests it as he mouths kisses on her neck, trailing up to her ear. A rush thrills through him when he hears her gasp of joy, and his tail tightens around her at the sound.

“Really?”

He nodded. Tav had wanted to take a long stay away from this city for some time and had talked about it many times. There had been a few opportunities where it looked like they might be able to — but between tragedy and obligations every attempt had failed. This would be his first rut he experienced with a partner — a special occasion in the life of any Tiefling and he wanted to make it special for her too.

“Of course, just give me a few more hours to finish up here and pack some things. You might want to give Cal the week off too, I’m sure Lia could use him around the store and…”

He trailed off when Tav winced as his point was well made. They wouldn’t want Cal around to hear or gods forbid see what they would be doing for the next week.

“Of course,”

The next forehead kiss she leaves made him wince, but the reaction is not one of pain or discomfort. As her lips connected with his skin it feels as if a jolt of pure energy radiates across his body from that very point. A near euphoria washes over his body unlike anything he’s ever experienced before. Hells, it feels good.

“Zurgan, Tav”

Rolan filled his lungs with a deep breath of air. Making one last desperate attempt to master himself, so he might have a shred of a chance of accomplishing what needed to be done before their “impromptu vacation.” It’s a mistake. The scent of her overpowers him and something primal is released as a result. “Mate, my mate” His mind screams it, but he refuses to give in, not yet. When he continues its forced sounding - through gritted teeth. 

“I need you to stay away from me until we leave. I can’t— “

Mate, my mate, so beautiful, need her, fuck her, fill her. He closes his eyes and struggles to continue.

“— I can’t think clearly when you’re around right now. I’m sorry.”

She dismounted his lap slowly. Peeling his tail away from where it was wrapped around her waist was a struggle -- he is reluctant to let go even if he needed it. Only after he heard her carefully cross the room, did he open his eyes once more. To find her by the door looking shy. A sense of emptiness filled him, her touch had eased some of the symptoms even in that short time and her absence was felt keenly.

“I’m sorry Rolan,”

“No need, love.”

Before she departed, they agreed to meet again at dusk ready to depart for their stay at her home outside the city. Awakened once more, Rolan still found himself struggling to focus. The sweet scent of his beloved is left behind on the desk where she had sat. As he works getting ahead on accounts, he caught repeated wafts which seemed to keep him in a constant state of arousal. Mate, my mate, fuck, fill, mate. His hardened cock strained against his pants as he worked. An uncomfortable and constantly nagging presence to deal with as he calculated costs and revenue projections in the ledgers before him.

When the accounts were finally finished, he sat back shakily still willing himself to ignore the constant presence of his arousal. After consideration, he had added a note in the book for Lia to double check his figures before they were finalized. Though he’d always prided himself on his brilliance in a way that some thought bordered on arrogance, he wouldn’t risk his responsibilities for any reason. Usually, he hardly required (and would sooner die before asking) anyone to check on his accounting. But there was a first time for everything. Humiliatingly, he was certain Lia would discover upon double-checking that most of the math he’d done today was in fact, wrong.

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

Cat cafes and more

SUMMARY: You insist yoongi to visit the cat cafe which has cats up for adoption which ends up you adopting a white Persian cat even though you have holly with you both.

PAIRINGS: established relationship, yoongi X reader

WORD COUNT: 0.7 K

WARNINGS: Just a cute little yoongi drabble, FLUFF FLUFF , reader whines a lot , reader curses .

A/N: sweet pies enjoy this while i have something for you all <3<3 like reblog and comment 🥰

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Yoongi has been the most amazing boyfriend you could wish for. He took you on many dates, and today you decided that both of you should visit the new cat cafe which had opened just a few lanes away from where you both live.

“ Baby let’s go there, they have the cats up for adoption They are street cats Yoongi”, you whined when he waved you off saying he doesn't like cat fur. “Look baby Holly needs a sibling shouldn’t we give him a sibling to play with,” you said sitting on the sofa beside him and hugging him from the side. Yoongi smirked before saying “Let’s make one What-do you say baby” he laughed looking at your pissed-off face “ I’m kidding baby Let’s see we can go at the weekend “.

Saturday

“Aw look at this kitty Yoongi It resembles you baby” you pouted holding the white Persian cat in your arms The cat meowed as if it agreed with what you said “ No it doesn't y/n,” he said simply sipping on his coffee. “Pretty please this one is up for adoption let’s take it?” You showed him puppy eyes the cat still in your arms.

“ No y/n what if Holly doesn't like the cat in our house? What if he is rude to the cat? What are you going to do then? You know how he is and you know i don't like cats ” Yoongi said instantly denying the fact you want to take the cat home “Please Yoongi let’s try I’m sure Holly would love a sibling he isn’t that bad” Yoongi sighed asking you if you're sure about it still unsure about your decision.

That night

You both signed the adoption papers, bringing your now white cat finally home in a cat canal. Holly instantly got curious about the new addition to his house. “ Yoongi can you hold Holly for a bit till Vincent gets a bit comfortable? We should introduce them slowly” you say holding Vincent closer to your arms while Yoongi grabs Holly in his arms.

Holly whines when he finds himself lifted off the ground, You carefully bring Vincent closer to Holly, and they both start sniffing each other while Holly whines looking at Yoongi as if he wants to say You brought a new sibling home when I’m there? Vincent and Holly got close to each other in no time, While your cat was still a baby Holly was five years old he kept calm when Vincent started sniffing around the house. Safe to say Holly didn’t react rudely.

“ Aw I think they are getting well, but we must keep an eye on them,” you said patting Holly's head saying he is a good boy while Yoongi looked around with Vincent.

While they were still adjusting to each other both of them made sure to not hurt each other Holly was very gentle with Vincent, but when it was sleeping time Holly usually slept on his bed but today he made his way in between you while Vincent slept on his bed.

“ Aigoo you’ve been sleeping alone Vincent ?”Yoongi murmured when he woke up in the middle of the night while he purred listening to his voice. Slowly grabbing Vincent in his arms he made his way to his side of the bed while Holly cuddled up on your side. Yoongi looked over to your side slowly kissing your cheeks and kissing Holly's head he slept cuddling Vincent.

The next morning

You woke up to see both of your babies sleeping on your bed it was unusual to see Holly sleeping on your bed, you thought he might have felt lonely that’s why he came up here while Yoongi cuddled sleeping peacefully with the cat cuddled on his side.

“I think someone said they don’t like cats?” You said whispering near Yoongi ‘s ear while he suddenly woke up his head hitting your forehead while you groaned in pain “Ouch Yoongi …... fuck it hurts”you hissed “Who told you told whisper near my ear baby? Are you hurt?”He asked stiffly holding his laugh back “of course you idiot it hurts” you said holding your head while Yoongi softly kissed and whispered apologies.

You both spent the morning taking cute pics of Holly and Vincent while they were sleeping together on one side of the bed while you both kept talking that it was a good idea to bring a new member home.

[flippinpancakes64]

Requesting Rules!

Hello!

So as I am getting more requests I figured I should put a couple guidelines of what I do/don't do

I will try to keep it brief but no promises

Also this can change at any time so please check!

My requests are CLOSED

Please be patient while I catch up 🩷

Characters I can write for:

Edward Cullen

Alice Cullen

Esme Cullen

Rosalie Cullen/Hale

Jasper Cullen/Hale

Emmett Cullen

Bella Swan

Carlisle Cullen

The Phantom of the Opera/Erik Destler

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Jake Lockley

Scenarios I will not write for:

18+ scenes (I'm bad at them sorry)

Excessively Graphic Violence of any kind

Anything romantic involving blood relations

Anything romantic involving children (I am looking at you Jacob and Renesmee)

Excessive drug/alcohol use (a little is fine but I won't write about someone being addicted to like black tar heroin or smthn)

Toxic relationships

DDLG or other forms of age regression

Angst no comfort (sorry I like being happy)

Something excessively weird? I don't know if that makes sense. For example, I'm not gonna sit here and write a story about Emmett Cullen with a reader who shits rubber ducks, sorry <3

Additional Notes:

I am like, really bad at writing narrative scenes. I might try it in the future but I feel like it always comes out awkward. So for the most part please try to stick to a headcanon format. Like something that I could answer with the bulletpoints i have been using

I am a college student and I also have a job so please bear with me <3 I also might shut down requests if they get too piled up so please check that first line under the cut to see if my requests are open before trying to request

I am very sensitive with a tiny fragile baby ego. If you don't like my stories please just block me or keep scrolling

I am here for fun! I decided to start writing specifically for Twilight because I couldn't find anything new anywhere. This isn't like my life's passion or my ultimate dream. So don't feel pressured into liking or reblogging or requesting anything. But it is still very appreciated if you do!

The characters I listed above are obviously not all of the characters I know. Those are just the first ones that came to mind. If you have a character you want me to write about but aren't sure if I know who they are, send me a request or a message! Like I said above, I started writing because I couldn't find anything. If you're in the same boat and just want to see if I could help you out, don't be afraid to ask!

Please make your requests detailed. The last thing I want is to write a whole story and have it not be what you wanted. You don't need to keep it brief, use all the characters in the text box if you want!

[a-fervent-revision]

A Bio? On my Blog??

It’s more likely than you think!

Seriously though I feel like I’m contractually obligated to make one at this point lol.

In the event I have not made it explicitly clear, this blog is 18+ ONLY. 🔞

If you do not have your age clearly listed in a pinned bio or profile bio, DNI. If you try, it’s a block for you. 🔨 IN ADDITION - You can lurk, if you like, but I've become increasingly uncomfortable with the number of 18/19 year old blogs present that are posting stuff on Tumblr. If you choose to interact with me, please note that this blog is now only accepting DM's and reblogging/liking things from blogs that are At MINIMUM 20-years-old. I don't want to feel like I'm grooming someone just because you want attention. You need peers, not me.

This is also a safe space for all. I won't tolerate hate of any kind any anyone is welcome to be here and interact with me as long as you aren't a shithead.

Name: whatever you like babes 💋 If you need to call me something personal, I go by Jay, but I like pet names and terms of endearment far more.

Age: 28

Pronouns: He/Him

Height: 6’2”

Riddled with ADHD and Anxiety so apologies in advance.

I suppose you'd call me a switch? I dunno, I very much like being dominant but I will absolutely not call myself a Dom because I don't believe I am one.

Definitely not straight, but not sure beyond that, so just.. queer? haha idk In general, I'm into femeninity, so women for sure are lovely, but androgynous folks, trans folks, all the spectrums in between I'm not at all opposed to. If I find you attractive then I find you attractive. I think in general that usually just leaves men out lol.

I love writing and chatting and my DM’s and Asks are absolutely open and I welcome them! Mutuals have preferential treatment in DM's, and I do reserve the right to not answer though. Nothing personal if I don’t get to you I promise; I try to respond to everything I can!

With the above in mind, I’m way down to rp, sext, talk about life, hear you vent, just be a friend, whatever you like in a message. I’m not always the fastest responder but I love chatting and meeting new people.

Second major point. I'm here for a good time not a committed time: I’m not interested in building any sort of romantic relationship here. I’m loads of fun and here for getting to know people and platonic fucking around on this site and making friends, but please respect that boundary. LIKES - Choking, Breeding, spit/cum play, knife play, light blood, rp, oral in general, obsession, somno, exhibitionism, bondage, demons, monster fucking, oviposition, cnc (with the right person), anal, free use, worship, and I'm sure there are more. The dislikes are really the important ones here; I'm into a lot of shit. DISLIKES - rape (don't use the word if you mean cnc, that's not the same), forced penetration with unsafe objects (I'm not going to even pretend to fuck someone with a gun, that shit's dangerous), vomit, scat, racism, mysoginy, sexism, homophobia, any other predjudice that one might think of. Welcome, and enjoy! Feel free to reach out via DM's or ASKs whenever. Or just stalk my blog and be horny. That's chill too!

[transmascpetewentz]

A Short Guide To Writing Gay Trans Men

So a few disclaimers before I start:

I'm not going to talk about anything sex-related here because 1) people have made other guides and google is your friend & 2) I'm not very comfortable with it.

I am just one person, and due to the fact that I am white and thin and perisex, I will definitely have blind spots. If you want more information about intersections that don't apply to me, ask someone who it does apply to!

I did get lots of messages from trans guys giving me advice on this, but nonetheless I do not speak for absolutely everyone.

There will be very little info here on how to accurately write medical transitions because that's not something I've experienced. Google is your best friend on this one.

This is not a complete post. I will keep adding to it as time goes on. If you're seeing this post reblogged by someone else, click on the original to see if I've made any additions or corrections before you send me that anon hate and/or comment telling me to kill myself.

What Not To Do

When there is a trans male character written by a cis person, especially a cis man, there's a very solid chance that he is going to check off at least 9 of the following boxes:

Thin

White

Able-bodied

Neurotypical or LSN neurodivergent

Binary

No nuance given to his identity and expression

Sexuality not specified or elaborated on

A cis person's love interest

2 dimensional transmasc stereotype

Usually small and feminine, but not actually femme

Gay transmasc characters written by cis people are very difficult to find because cis authors will often not specify the sexuality of the trans man dating a cis man or elaborate on his connection to the MLM community. This is because many cis authors believe that writing a gay trans man is just writing a woman but switching one of the genders. This is, of course, not true, and there must be more care taken to provide nuance and create a more accurate (and non-dysphoria-inducing) representation.

Moving Past The White Twink Stereotype

This is one of the most basic bars to clear for a cis person writing a gay trans man, and yet so many continue to fail at this very simple task. Ask yourself: is your gay transmasc character a white, hairless, thin person? If the answer is yes, that's not inherently a bad thing, though it may be good to reflect on why you want to create a character like this if this is the only type of transmasc representation you write.

The biggest thing you need to do here is to give him a set of defining traits. Not physical traits, not even gender expression traits. Just personality. What kind of person is he? How does he cope with the transphobia in this world (unless you're writing a fantasy universe without transphobia)? How does he act towards strangers? How does he approach people of different genders? What is his outlook on cis people? Once you have the basics, it's time to think about his physical appearance & expression and how that has impacted his life and his personality.

You also want to avoid the trope where a gay trans man's personality is undeveloped and he is treated as an object for cis men to help them advance their character arcs. It's fine for trans men to serve a purpose like that in the story, but they need to be their own individual humans.

Writing Sexuality

If your trans male characters date men, and I cannot reiterate this enough, make them be open about their homosexuality or bisexuality. Give them a sexual orientation and make them be proud of it. Of course, not every gay trans man is going to identify heavily with a masc/fem role in gay male relationships, but you should seriously consider whether or not your character would.

Additionally, don't follow the flawed line of logic of "trans man -> vagina -> bottom -> fem/femme." It's fine to make your gay trans male characters fem but please, I swear to god please give them a good reason for being so. If you do make your character femme, be very cautious to use language that doesn't trigger actual trans men's dysphoria. Don't constantly point out the character's physical features that may be associated with femininity unless you're making a point either about his dysphoria or about how society treats him or maybe about how he comes to accept his body. However, please be extremely careful with the last one as this trope has been used in so many transphobic portrayals.

Have your gay trans male character exist in gay spaces with other gay men (both cis and trans). Have him be open about being a gay man specifically. Give him cis gay male friends. Give him trans gay male friends. Don't allow your reader to ignore the fact that he is very much a gay man.

Dysphoria

For the love of all things good, please do not write your gay trans male character's dysphoria as "from the day I was born, I knew I was born in the wrong body. I have had no internalized shame or guilting into making me doubt my transness, and it was obvious that I was not a woman." That's not how anyone's dysphoria works, even if they did know from a young age that they were born in the wrong body.

For gay trans men specifically, most of us end up realizing we're trans around either age 12 or age 20. This doesn't mean he has to be exactly that age, but that's generally the safest age to have your character's egg crack. Of course, you can sprinkle in signs that he's trans since he was a young child, but I know a lot of gay trans men and I have yet to meet one who has known since birth and has had no doubt in his mind about it. However you can and should write older gay trans men, even some who find out they're trans in their 40s or older. Representation of older trans people is seriously lacking compared to how many there are.

Don't make your character the stereotype of a straight trans man who doesn't face the specific intersection of being trans and gay. Facing this intersection does affect something even as personal as dysphoria. Many of us will have self-doubt, believe that we're disgusting fetishists of gay men, or simply exist as women in gay spaces for a time. You also have to take into account gay beauty standards & your character's upbringing to figure out what they're likely to be most dysphoric about.

hi :3

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Red Legacy Masterpost

A Valiant Hero AU, where secrets are revealed and past relationships are questioned on the death anniversary of a beloved pilot. Charles Calvin.

..huh, funny. Those secrets and relationships all seem to involve him.

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Moon

Title: Moon.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D!Reader.

Word count: 313 words.

Square: A2 “Steve actually is on the moon.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve is on a mission and you don’t believe it.

Major Tags: Doubts, relationship problems.

Additional tags: This my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

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Steve quickly scribbled a note where he left you a little explanation: he had been sent on a last-minute mission, and evidently, you wouldn't find him when you got back.

You entered the flat; it was empty; you grimaced; it seemed strange; Steve was supposed to be waiting for you; they were supposed to go to a restaurant for dinner; you sent a message to Sam; maybe he knew where he was or maybe he needed his help.

“Yeah, right, Steve is on the moon," you mumbled as you read the reply to the message. You proceeded to dial Bucky; you were absolutely sure he was with him; you just hoped they hadn't gotten into trouble. “Hey, Buck, where's Steve?“ you questioned

“On a mission on the moon," Bucky replied.

“Sure, sure, just stay out of trouble, please, because Steve is already in trouble," you said before hanging up so he could talk again.

You turned back to the table, and that's when you noticed the note. You read it.

"Rogers, you are in serious trouble; your little prank has gone too far," you thought.

Steve quickly opened the door; he was back earlier than he had thought. He put the bow on the little gift he had brought you from his mission.

“Where were you? “you asked him when you saw him come in.

“On a mission on the moon, I left it for you in the note."

“Do you really want me to believe you?“ You kept quiet when you saw him stretch out his hand, offering you the gift. You looked curiously at the moonstone; it was beautiful. “You really were on the moon?

“Do you still want to go to dinner?“ Steve's voice trembled a little.

“To the usual restaurant?"

“Wherever you want," Steve took you by the hand; he wasn't afraid of anything but you in a rage.

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hii i have to say i LOVE you desktop/web theme btw -- anyway can u do something of the new task force? (the 2022 mw) like how to the reader came into contact when all or most of the main cast for mw

IM BACK. or we? not really its just Noelle :) But yes I can do this!

TF141 AND HOW THEY MET YOU

pairings: REBOOT Task Force 141 (aka MW2) if you want the Old one, please send a separate request!

notes: erm, hinted Mexican/Latine reader, hints to romance with a few but take it as you want (only if you squint except for maybe 1 or 2 where its obvious), and obv not proofread!

REBLOGS OVER LIKES!!!! if you enjoy REBLOG! (you'll automatically like don't worry baes)

Kate Laswell was the one who suggested you as an operative for the new task force. You were one of her best under her wing, and she had thought you would be a great addition to the team. After seeing your field success rate, General Shepherd was also on board with the idea especially since you had such good ties with the Mexican Special Forces.

John Price was the first operative you had met. He and Kate have always been on good terms so he took you in very quickly. Of course, as the founder and senior operator, he still had to be a bit more rigid on his fresh meat to ensure you could live up to the expectations Kate put on him of you. Price always supported you through the task force's most challenging parts of your career. Drinks after every (successful or not) mission were always a must between you two. Indeed, he was the most supportive of the bunch.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish landed number 1 on your list of getting along when you two immediately hit off. Your meeting was reasonably quick, only on the airfield before your mission in Las Almas alongside Alejandro. Cheesy remarks between you two were always a must and even after knowing each other for a few weeks at most, Soap was glad you joined. He admired you, both aspects on and off the field, always coming to you for advice whether that was personal issues or with combat. Often visiting of each other and purposefully being assigned with each other as often as you could were the best parts of the career on your new team.

While Simon "Ghost" Riley did not take a keen liking to you. Especially in the beginning when you let your mouth run wild about Las Almas. Irritated, he constantly made snarky comments on your work even when it was the cleanest you'd done. Your relationship was rocky from the get-go, even during the prison break for Alejandro and his boys, or even when you could see right through Philip Graves' lies and cameo. What changed everything was when Ghost missed his shot on Hassan, and you were on another building above and took Hassan out as a backup. At first, he was irate, not at you but at himself for making such a mistake and he eventually warmed up to you very, very slowly realizing you were the reason that the world wasn't in smithereens right then and there. Over time you two would become close, and you were one of the only people he opened up to about things -- he finally let his guard down.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick was all over the place. You had actually never met him until Chicago after the success with Hassan. You two didn't have much time to honestly know each other, but what brought you decently close, perhaps through drinks, was the constant interest in where each of you was. Every sip was a question about London, where he was from, or Las Almas, where you were. Questions on the London attacks and all Gaz's missions to your early career as border control to life with the Los Vaqueros. By your next mission, you two knew plenty about each other and had become a dynamic duo, particularly in stealth.

Even though Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra were associates of Task Force 141, you had known these boys forever. Early border control had you talking to them frequently about troubles. You eventually left border control when Rudy suggested that you join his crew in the Mexican Army, and you gladly accepted his suggestion and joined. After the Las Almas Cartel fallout with Alejandro, the 3 of you became inseparable, and you and Rudy became Alejandro's second-in-command when Los Vaqueros were made. Kind, snarky, flirty, funny remarks almost always when you two worked, and you were a great help during the Borderline mission knowing the area well on the American side of the border. Even if you are now a full member of those (bloody Brits), you will always have close ties with your boys. You three had all collectively promised to go out multiple times yearly to catch up.

You never had correctly met associates Nikolai, Farah Karim, and Alex Keller, but stories were told about their bravery and how outstanding they were. You had plans to try and meet them sometime in your new career and always looked back on their choices to make your own.

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Dancing in the kitchen

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-> Word count: 4.6k

-> Relationships: Lee Felix/afab!Reader

-> Rating: 18+ → Mature/Explicit

->Genre/Tropes: Non idol Au. Romance Au. Fluff Au. Trip Au. Angst (just a little bit). Smut. Other Additional Tags to Be Added. (Spoiler tags: Best friends to Lovers.)

-> Warning tags: Alcohol, Explicit Sexual Content. Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

-> Synopsis: You and Felix got both of your hearts broken and decided to go on a healing trip. It turns out that things don't quite go as planned. 

The thunderstorm outside made you jump in bed. For one second, you were lost as to where you were, then you remembered. Trip, Felix, vacation ruined.

The first thing you noticed was that Felix wasn't in his bed in the room across from yours, but you heard a humming and dishes clashing coming from the kitchen. You closed your eyes again and stretched out in bed until you sighed and opened your eyes to see the storm outside.

The motive of this short trip was to heal from the end of your relationships. How are the odds of both breakups happening in the same week?

The worst thing was that you two were also sad for each other. Felix was your best friend, and you hated seeing him with a broken heart. It hurts you too. So instead of one pain, it was two, which was clearly not helping any of you get better. Especially in those moments when one of you would finally manage to smile just to look by their side and find the other crying.

After two months, you decided that you couldn't keep living like that. You needed to move on. And Felix needed to. So, one night, the idea came. "Let’s go on a trip," you said. 

For a moment you hesitated, thinking he would be upset, afraid Felix and you weren't syntonized anymore like you both used to in the past, but then he answered, "Close to the beach," with a soft smile at you.

The impulsiveness drew you two over, and you and Felix searched for a nice place to stay and prepared the bags. It took two whole days to get everything ready. You let your family and friends know at the last second that you and Felix wouldn't be home.

The place was a simple, cozy house by the beach in the south. The first night you two would go have dinner out in a fancy restaurant, the next would be a lazy day on the beach, and both would go to some nice spot around the city later at night. Then you would probably sleep the day after to finally go home in the evening. This was the plan.

Everything went smoothly. Too smoothly. 

Of course, luck couldn't be by your side all the time, and you and Felix completely forgot about the weather. You saw the sky closing some hours after getting in the house, but it was summer; it rains all the time, so you didn't think much about it. 

Turns out, the day the vacation came, a thunderstorm struck. The storm came strong; some establishments were forced to close temporarily, including the restaurant Felix had reserved, and, according to the news, the storm would take at least two days to pass.

Now, you'd be stuck in a house for two nights and three days, hoping at least you could have fun in the last one.

You got up from bed and went to wash yourself, feeling worse than before and regretting every decision that made you come here.

It was 8 p.m. when you went to the kitchen, and the scene you saw made you chuckle. 

Felix was dancing with a spoon as a microphone. The melody he was singing was familiar. The smell of cookies made your stomach grumble. Felix's cookies were the best. He was so out of it that you couldn't resist the idea that came into your mind. I'm gonna scare him.

Stepping silently, you hold your breath and place your hands quickly on his waist–

A lightning strike too close to the house.

It made such a loud sound that both of you screamed your lungs out, and Felix, not knowing you were there, jumped to the floor, bumping his elbow into a bag of flour. 

A moment passed where you both just took a breath and calmed down before exchanging a look, and then you were cracking up at each other.

You extend your hand, and instead of pulling Felix up, he pulls down again, catching you by the waist. Your body between his legs and face close to his.

Your laugh fades away as you look at his brown, gentle eyes, which now have a little amusement in them.

"Were you about to scare me?"

You shake your head with a smile playing on your lips. "Of course not. Never." 

He closed his eyes and smirked, his tongue in his cheek. You laughed even harder.

"You think it’s funny?" He said, with eyes staring at you like a hunter at his prey, and before you could run, he tickled you, making you laugh until your belly hurts. You screamed for him to stop, and once Felix was satisfied with his job of making you helpless on the floor, he stopped. Laughter transformed into slow chuckles and breaths.

Felix was on top of you now, his hand resting on your body, making your heart skip a beat. He could be dangerously beautiful. The thought made you slightly embarrassed. 

Quickly, you both get up and start cleaning up the mess. There was flour spread on the counter and a little on the floor, and as you cleaned, you glanced at your friend. His concentrated face, big lashes, and pretty freckles you wanted to kiss—

Hold on. Breathe. He is your best friend. Don't let Minho's words ruin your friendship just because he was jealous.

You look at him again. There was flour on his cheek now. You went closer to him, putting your hand on his face and turning him toward you. 

"There's flour on your face," you said, voice coming out softly that you intended to, hand already cleaning.

You can feel his eyes on you, and you bite your lips. When you look at his eyes, you see him staring at your lips. Your heart feels like it's going to burst as your gazes lock again.

"I'm done," you said, wanting to distance yourself, but your body didn't obey you.

A tiny shake of his head brings his attention back to what you just said. "Sorry, my mind was somewhere else."

He went to the other side of the kitchen to get a broom, and you felt like you could breathe again.

What just happened? Your brain scans a bunch of reasonable possibilities that are not the ‘he might like you’ phrase screaming in your head. No. This was your stupid heart talking, not your brain. Your brain says, "He must be thinking about Hyunjin." They used to cook a lot together. Something similar must have happened before when they were still together, and he must have remembered the scene.

 Once both of you are done cleaning, you sit on one of the chairs close to the counter. "What are we gonna do now? It's raining non-stop."

He sighs and sits by your side, thighs touching each other, shoulders side by side. You felt comfortable and gently leaned your head on his shoulder.

"We can have fun in the house."

You look at him with an arched eyebrow.

"What?" He said, arching his eyebrow too. "We used to do this all the time in the past, remember?"

You do remember. Watching movies every Saturday night, waking up late on Sunday, sleeping on the sofa, playing video games and cards, baking his famous brownies, or ordering blueberry cupcakes from your favorite coffee shop in the neighborhood. How could you forget? Once you started seeing other people, you both started hanging out less and less.

"What do you want to do then?"

Felix smirked and made your heart quicken. He got both of your hands as he stood and kissed your knuckles. Next, he pushes you toward him and whispers in your ear, lips slightly touching your skin. "Let's dance."

"Dance? What about the cooki–"

He turned you around in the kitchen. "Don't worry about it. I wanna dance with you."

You giggled and turned around again. "I'm pretty sure we can't dance without music."

He let go of you to get his phone and played the familiar song that you had discovered to be Frank Sinatra's. He tilted his head and smiled at you, extended his hand, and, giggling, you accepted.

He pulls you to him, and you feel his warm hands resting on your waist. Both of you spin in a waltz, and he laughs at your clumsy movements.  Felix distances himself to turn you, and when he pulls you back, your back is pressed against him. 

You feel his hands going to your hips, making you shiver. His face nuzzles in the curve of your neck, giving you a gentle kiss and making you relax on his touch. You swirl from side to side on the rhythm of the song, but you wish to close your eyes and relish in his warmth.

Then he spins you until your chest hits his. Felix is humming the song, and his voice is soothing and melodic. You always loved his voice. 

Your arms rest around his neck. Your fingers caress his soft hair until he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on yours. None of you needed to say anything, but you both smiled. 

Your phone rings in your room, and like a broken spell, you distance yourself from Felix to get it.

You see a notification of a missed call from your mom. Once you called her back, explaining everything was fine and that none of you would go out in the storm, she calmed down. There were a few messages from your friends and one message from Minho.

Are u ok? You're on the beach, right? Stay home and safe. Don't go out in this storm.

You scoffed. Did he really think you were that stupid? You sighed. The memories of your time together rushing through you. Minho wasn't just a boyfriend. He was your friend before that. Your fingers were itching to answer when your gaze accidentally fell on the dress on the side of your bed.

Tonight you were supposed to have a fancy dinner, which was ruined. You look at the pretty dress sitting in the corner of your room. You put the dress against your body, cell phone already forgotten, and look at yourself in the mirror. You were so excited to wear it.

"Why don't you put it on?"

You jumped slightly. Felix leaned on the side of the door. You watch Felix through the mirror. His eyes on you made you a bit nervous, but you liked it.

"We are at home, why would I?" You shrugged. The slightly high tone in your voice made you wince.

You didn’t want to look disappointed. Felix was happy today. He was dancing, making cookies, and wanting to have fun. You wouldn’t ruin the moment just because you couldn't wear a silly dress.

"Why not? Let's dress up," he said, walking to you.

You turned to stare at him and see if he was joking. "For no occasion?" 

"There's a very important occasion today." He said, and stood behind you with his hands on your waist. "We are together, with time to waste and no obligations, so again, why not?"

You smile at him and shake your head, agreeing anyway.

As you change, you hear him say he would let things ready beforehand downstairs.

You put on make-up but leave your heels in the corner of your bed, choosing instead your slippers.  You heard Felix run to his room to change too.

When you two meet in the hallway, your breath gets taken away. You knew Felix was handsome, but in all those years of friendship, you never saw him in such attire, instead, he was usually in his sweater or jeans. He looked like a prince dressed in a black suit, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Till you looked at his feet and saw slippers on them. You chuckled, showing your slippers too, but Felix’s gaze ran over your body as he grinned.

"What a beautiful lady I encountered tonight." Then he looked at your feet and snorted. "With lovely slippers."

You slightly punch him in the shoulders and walk a little faster so he doesn't notice your embarrassed face.  

The living room was illuminated by candles. At the coffee table there were two more candles, snacks, cookies, and a bottle of wine with two glasses. Netflix was on TV, and blankets were over the sofa. You looked at Felix beside you and said, "It's perfect."

He shrugged with a little smile on his face. You made yourself comfortable and started to choose between a romance or horror movie when you heard Felix get his phone.

You look at him out of the corner of your eyes. He was frowning and biting his lips; his knuckles were white. Something was wrong. You wrapped your hands around his.

"Everything alright?"

He didn't say anything at first, and you waited until he answered. "He called and messaged me." He looked at his feet with a frown between his eyebrows. 

The motive behind Felix's breakup was unknown even to you. And he never felt comfortable talking with you. It hurt you at first, but when the time came and your heart was the one that got broken, you understood him. Sometimes it was difficult to talk with a broken heart. It hurts too much.  

Your body moved before you let yourself think, and you grabbed his phone from his hands. First, he was startled, but he quieted down when you said softly, "Why don't we put our phones down, hm?" You put his phone on the other side of the couch and came closer to say, "No need to worry about them right now."

You look him in the eye. You were so close. He has the most beautiful eyes. You cup his face and kiss his forehead. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Y/n."

"Don't thank me for this. It's what friends do."

You cuddled with each other and went back to deciding what movie to watch.

When Howl’s Moving Castle was over and you two were full of food, you both just stayed there on the couch.

There was still a storm outside. The silence between you and Felix was good, comfortable, and safe. 

When you were alone in the silence, memories of Minho took hold of your head. The dates you went, the nights you spent with him, his smell and taste, and then you went to the doubts. Where did it go wrong? Were you not enough? Was there a problem with you? And then to his last words. Words you wish to not remember.

But tonight with Felix, you let yourself drift away, daydreaming about a sunny day with both of you at the beach, eating ice cream, swimming, and sleeping all afternoon.

You feel Felix place his hands slightly on your lap, making you jerk a little before relaxing into his touch. It was strange to be physical with him again. When you dated Minho, you stopped being so close to Felix this way, and maybe you didn’t realize it then, but you missed being like this with him. Maybe Minho saw this before you.

His hands were warm, and you liked the feeling of them against your skin, circling his finger in random patterns. You felt comfort in it, even though, now and then, your heart raced. As it had always done with everything related to him. Ever since the first year of college. 

The first time you met Felix, it was like you two just clicked, like you knew him from a previous life. An old soul friend. You used to have feelings for him once, but you always hold them back out of fear of ending your friendship. I don't want to lose him, you thought.  The day he told you he fell in love with someone else, your heart broke in silence. You were already friends with Minho, and with time, you fell in love again. Felix was just a crush in the past and a friend of forever.

Felix moves close to your ear, and runs his nose through your hair, breathing the aroma of your shampoo. "Wanna go to bed?" With his voice so near to the crook of your neck, he made butterflies flutter in your stomach. I shouldn't be feeling this way. 

You nodded, humming a yes, and got up, a little dizzy from drinking all night. You go to the bathroom and try to calm your heart while changing into a large t-shirt and underwear before getting ready for bed.

Once you're back in your room, you grab your phone and answer Minho with an ‘I’m okay. bye’, making a promise to yourself not to message him again. After you message the rest of your friends, Felix enters your room, already in his pajamas.

"Wanna cuddle?"

You snort, even if your heart skips a beat. You pull the sheets off your bed, giving him space, and he giggles, making you roll your eyes.

He climbs into bed  and hugs you on the back, making himself comfortable. You can feel his breath in your neck, nuzzling his face into you. Chills rushed down your spine as your eyes fluttered. He chuckled behind you.

"Are you cold, Y/n?" You could hear the teasing in his tone.

"Asshole," you said. He gives you a kiss on the neck. Something twists in your stomach. It's been so long since you did this with Felix.

"Can I ask you something?" He said, surprising you. He was always comfortable asking you anything. So you turn around to face him.

"Of course."

He stared at you before gently stroking your cheek. "You never told me why you and Minho broke up?"

Your body stiffens at the question. Why is he asking me this? Sighing, you turn to look at the ceiling, but your hand is drawn to his silky hair.

"You never told me why you and Hyunjin broke up either?"

He doesn't answer, so your gaze goes back to him. Your heart sank when you saw the anguish in his eyes. You gently put your fingers between his eyebrows to stop the frowning. "You don’t need to force yourself to talk."

"No, I think it’s time. I want to be honest with you," he said. So, you stay there, looking at him and appreciating every detail instead of freaking out. You saw his resolution, and when he closed his eyes, he said, "He thinks my heart belongs to someone else."

You cover your mouth with your hands, your heart beating faster, before asking, "Someone else? Who?"

He gulped, and the seconds he waited to say appeared to be an eternity for you. "You. Hyunjin said I have feelings for you more than for him."

You look at him without believing what you just heard. You take a deep breath, trying to process what he just said. Was fate playing games with you?

"I– Why would he even think that?" You said, knowing deep down that these words were not only about Felix's situation but yours too.

When your gazes meet, it feels like you finally became conscious of what was happening. You and Felix were with legs intertwined, his chest turned almost entirely to yours, and warm hands on your waist.

He was too close, and your hands were trembling, heart pounding against your chest.  "And do you think that is true? What do you think about that?" You insisted, with hope flourishing inside you. Felix licked his plump lips before answering.

"I think I have spent a lot of time with you in my head ever since I met you. And when you crossed my mind, it was not only as a friend."

Your heart stopped for a second. Your thoughts didn't work, and the words didn't come. Did Felix just confess? That wasn’t possible. He always saw you as a friend and never did anything that could make you think otherwise. Right? 

Time seemed to slow down. There was no storm outside, no sound of wind coming from the windows, no exes, nothing. Only you and Felix.

Your body moved for you, fingers touching Felix's face, tracing his cheeks, his lovely freckles. Felix closed his eyes at your touch and pressed his face against your hands.

"Y/n, why did you and Minho break up?" he said, and you saw his eyes squint in his confusion. You only shook your head, denying everything in front of you. You didn't want to talk about that.  The realization that Minho was right all the time made you even more confused. You'd really hurt your ex, and that breaks your heart. But it doesn’t break fully enough to not accept the happiness that Felix just offered you. His feelings. 

When Felix sees your lack of response, he gets even closer, the weight of his body pressing on yours. Your hands went to his hair, as his lips were in your ears. "Y/n," he said softly, "why did you two break up?"

At this point, you already have tears almost falling. You need to be honest, just like he was with you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Felix put just enough distance between you two to look at you. I need to say it.

"He said I still have feelings for you."

Your eyes don’t leave Felix. You noticed all the small changes. His eyes closed before opening wide, a small tilt of his head—all the little expressions that showed he was confused.

"What do you mean, still?"

"What do you think I mean?" You said, frustrated that you needed to be brave about your feelings. "I liked you for a long time, Lix. But then you were in a relationship, and then Minho came, and I really believed I left my feelings for you in the past, but—" and you breathe deeply before letting the last words fall. "It seems I’m still in love with you."

In a heartbeat, Felix's lips were on yours. His lips were warm and soft on yours. He nudges your lips to open and tastes you, his hands going down your body, dragging you in closer.  Felix’s kisses felt right. They made you want more and more. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. "I can’t believe we’ve been in love with each other this whole time.”

You felt him shake his head, your noses bumping lightly against each other. You could only smile, not believing it was real. He has feelings for you. Felix. Your  best friend. 

"Say it again?" You say, almost in a whisper, with fear that you'd shattered whatever was happening at that moment.

"What?"

"Your feelings for me, say it again?"

He held your face and said, "I’m in love with you."

You brush your lips against his, heart racing, euphoria rushing through your body.

"Again, Lix" 

"I’m in love with you," he said, and you threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately.

Felix let out a low sound as he grabbed your hair and pulled your neck back, kissing you down your throat. His hands moved smoothly over your stomach, fingers brushing your skin and making you shiver. Your hands traced the shape of his body, and you felt the warmth through his shirt and the flex of his muscles.

You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the ground, and Felix did the same. His gaze travels down to your naked body and back to you.

He bends down and kisses you in the temple, on your cheek, and at the corner of your lips. When you search for his lips, he smiles before giving in. 

He kissed you deeply now, his tongue sliding against yours. Your fingers go to his soft hair as the thunder rumbles again.

Felix’s hand wanders to your breast, and he circles your nipple between his fingers. You plunged towards his neck, breathing against his skin as your lips grazed back and forth, licking his skin, exploring just below his ear, then kissing and sucking all the way to his shoulder. The second Felix's cock hardens against your thigh, you moan against his skin, and you drag his lobe through your teeth.

You put your hand on his cock and feel the heat. The head swells, and you drag your thumb over the slit. You smirked as he let out a growl, pleased with his reaction.  That you were the one making him feel like this.

You shudder when his hands find their way between your thighs. You felt his hands go higher and higher until they found the place you needed him the most. Then, fingers slide in your pussy making you arch your back. 

“Dripping wet for me already.”

He slides his fingers, caressing your pussy and dragging his knuckles over your clit, making your hips shake with his teasing. He dragged two fingers in his mouth before rubbing your clit with them. You inhale sharply when he sticks his fingers deep inside of you. 

Felix’s lips encounter your throat, brushing gently, then biting and licking as his fingers explore inside you, making wet sounds and leaving you slightly embarrassed. But you love it. You love that it was him doing that to you. 

"Please, Lix, I need you inside me.” You whine to him, seeing his eyes smile with affection. 

"So needy, hm?” He said, angling you toward him. Your pussy throbbing.

A swear slips your lips when the head of his cock comes to your center. 

"Oh, Fuck," you cried as you arched your back.“You’re so hard.”

Your skin was stretched, and it hurt a little, but it was so fucking good, too.

A moan escapes from him when he moves in and out of you slowly. The pressure in your clit increases as Felix's pace quickens  and your body tenses. Soon, you're wriggling beneath him, looking for any type of friction. 

"Felix," you groaned as you rolled your hips. The house was filled with sighing and moaning and the sound of his skin hitting yours. 

Felix's gaze meets yours, and lust flickers in them. “Fuck, I love you so much,” he says, as his fingers find your swollen cunt, swirling two fingers around your clit. Your stomach tightened until you couldn't hold it any longer. 

You cry out and let go. 

Your body burst into pleasure, and you clenched around him. 

His hands sink to your hips, and he slams into you, making you scream his name. Felix rides through his orgasm, a growl so loud coming out of him that goosebumps cover your body, until the last of his cum fills you up.

You are both panting when he pulls out of you.

You close your eyes and let the waves of pleasure die until your hands find Felix’s–

A lightning strike made you and Felix jump. Arms wrapped around one another. You meet his gaze, and a second later, you two are laughing in bed. 

"These lightnings are going to ruin me," you said, and Felix's hands found your jaw and drew you to him.

"Not if I ruin you first." His lips brush against yours, and you kiss him once more.

The sun was rising when you woke up. You see Felix's chest. Then, his sleepy face. You get tempted to kiss him right there. Felix's arms are wrapped around your waist as you recapitulate what happened last night. A smile formed on your lips. Felix likes you, and he knows you feel the same.

Then you realize, maybe the vacation wasn't ruined after all.

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Author's note: Hi! This fic was inspired by the song dancing in the kitchen by Zachary Knowles! English is my second language, so please excuse my errors. Constructive feedback is always appreciated! I do not permit any form of copying, translation, or reposting of my work.

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[fellshish]

Hya

you seem like you have everything well (enough) in order soooo

I just came out as trans to my parents and my mum said she'll try to use at least the shortened version of my deadname (the one that makes the most sense in my native language) but my dad is having a hard time about it

he says 'i see everything black and white' and 'biologically you're not a man so i won't address you as he/him'

i tried to explain that literally nothing would make me happier than him calling me that but i don't really think he gets it? idk

I'll try to give him time obviously but in my head I've been like this for ages (give or take 5 years) but for them it's new so idk

idk man i'm just very confused on how to handle this all

-🐦‍⬛

Hey! I don’t exactly have everything figured out but thank you for choosing to trust me with such an important topic.

You’re brave for having come out to your parents so first of all, congratulations on taking such a big step. Also when you write “in my head I've been like this for ages (give or take 5 years) but for them it's new” that already shows me your incredible maturity about this ❤️

I don’t know your personal situation and there are certainly elements that would influence my advice: do you still live with your parents, are you financially independent from them, what type of person is your dad, what friends / siblings can you rely on?

The most important thing is your safety. If you are still living with your parents and your dad isn’t open to calm conversation about this, i wouldn’t push it too much (for your own mental health & safety, not for his comfort, to be clear).

Also definitely time is an important factor here. Parents tend to go through their own process in these cases. Give him time.

Communication remains the key.

You have some options there. I know trans people who have written long letters to their parents just to get all their thoughts out uninterrupted; and it gives the parents something to reread. That might work. Providing them with tips on things to watch (documentary type stuff) or books to read might help. Or enlisting the help of allies (a sibling, an aunt,…) to talk some sense into your dad.

I think the key here will be him realising that if he wants to have a meaningful relationship with his child (as in: be trusted in conversation, be invited to future birthday parties or weddings) he will have to adjust his attitude.

I’ll be honest with you. Unfortunately not every parent has shown themself cut out for this. That is 100% on the parent and 0% on the trans person. I’m not saying this will happen to you — the fact that your mom is more or less making an adjustment, shows promise for the future.

Throughout all of this i think it’s important to keep yourself surrounded by (preferably lgbt) friends wherever you may get them, the internet or real life.

I hope this already helped a bit. But please, if any of my followers can offer additional advice or support, add it in a comment or reblog.

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