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*please note that aelynn has vision powers that allow her to see everything, including through masks/blood colour/mutations etc so if i don't know the character you might want to mention it so that aelynn takes it into consideration
#i can't remember if she can see through illusions/transforming tech and magic or not i would have to ask bast#ALSO LET ME JUST REMIND EVERYONE THAT IF YOU'RE GONNA PUT A SEADWELLER IN FRONT OF HER IT'S NOT GONNA BE A GOOD RESULT#SHE DOESN'T LIKE THEM#or subjugs#you are free to reblog with them but seriously it's very unlikely she'll be even. polite.#exceptions DO apply but it's rare#anyway i'm gonna go take a shower and then if anyone has reblogged i will answer once i am clean
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thereâs something so sacred about the relationship queer masc folks have to pleasure. iâm thinking folks on that spectrum between masc dyke/transmasc. in my experience because folks have such a nuanced relationship with their own bodies & varying levels of comfort with being touched, there is SO much emphasis on sharing pleasure, on mirroring the pleasure that they give.
itâs this incredible spin on the hetero thing of taking pleasure FROM someone, where pleasure is not a zero-sum game; their pleasure is the same as my pleasure, things that donât feel good to me donât feel good to them. itâs like when you put two mirrors in front of one another and they are refracted into infinity: turning me on turns you on, seeing you turned on turns me on, and it just escalates until weâre both shaking and satisfied and exhausted.
i see this so much in how ppl relate to their strap, or how they react when iâm riding and grinding on them - the times iâve made someone come without touching them or even taken off their clothes, because seeing me and feeling my weight is enough to evoke the physical feeling of being inside me. i swear i saw God the first time i felt someone come inside me through the strap. these experiences have brought me so much closer to my own body and the pleasure i can not only experience but share. itâs so holy, and in the times when someone has wanted me to touch and pleasure them it felt so intimate and precious to be given that trust. no cis man couldâve helped me unlock this.
AND i see all of this mirrored too in the protector/carer dynamic - like i love the feeling of strong arms around me, love the emotion of someone wanting me to be theirs and wanting to keep me safe. and i love the squishy insides, love to be a source of sweetness and healing and regeneration, love to hold someone in my bare palms and be able to say this is for you, this care and pleasure i give you is yours to keep. i love how those things are seen and received rather than taken for granted the way that cis men do.
anyways when i hear people say femme/masc dynamics recreate straightness, or that thing of âwell why donât you just date a REAL man then?â i want to say thatâs EXACTLY the point. queer masculinity gives me everything i cherish about men without the violence, the ownership that men are raised & trained for.
#ofc this doesnât apply to every masc woman or transmasc person#take what resonates leave what doesnât#this is just a thing i am Into and have met enough ppl this applies to that i think thereâs a trend#if ur masc and this doesnât apply to you thatâs cool! that means iâm not taking about u!#this post is queer#nblnb#this turned out LONG#if ur anywhere on the queer masc spectrum u get a kiss & a snuggle#queer masculinity#queer love#queer sex#itâs hard to express this without implying that trans men arenât Real Men#and thatâs not at all what i believe or am trying to communicate#but i do think everyone whoâs some kinda Gender Weird has a level of understanding of their own body that cis people rarely reach#ok iâm done#for now#idk if i ID as femme in general#but i def ID as a femme relative to the femme4butch dynamic#except maybe themme4queermasc#this post is about non binary love
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well as you can see besides being ugly as all fuck I'm also extremely bitter so that doesn't help at all in making me appealing. but it also comes with the territory you see, being treated as a hideous freak of nature for your whole life kind of does things to your psyche.
also going into shit in the tags as an extreeeemely jaded individual who's been on every side of the discourse and KNOWS it all VERY PERSONALLY so I know many people will find all sorts of different reasons to hate me (if they want ig) because I'm ~politically homeless~ at this point because I'm sick and tired of everything but whatever
(also fuck I ran out of space in the tags so another post maybe idk. )
#so. i get why people are against children transitioning i really do. and i have my own nuanced complicated feelings about it#but honestly. im beginning to believe id be more well-adjusted by now even if just a bit if i had started larping as male by 15.#would it fix all of my problems? no. but it would make a lot of things in my life much smoother and easier.#but i was sooo deep into raddie/gc shit that i had this fucking. complex about not wanting to troon because its ~cheating~#and 'omg all the butches are leaving!!1 butch flight i cant be one of them!!!1'#'i MUST be a good example for all the young girls!!!1' a weird sort of almost martyr-like complex if you will.#but as i get older im like... honestly man fuuuuccckkkkk this.#barely anybody expects straight or even bi women to abstain from dating men forever For the Good of Womankind#its not seen as Expected but rather Exceptional and Wow Amazing if you do.#and anyone who Expects it is seen as a ~crazy extremist~#meanwhile lesbians and especially HSTS are almost fucking Expected to sacrifice themselves for the ~greater good~#and ngl other lesbiams perpetuate this shit too.#oh you CANT transition even if you feel it'll make your life easier because because because#[arguments that would really only apply to OSA females transitioning]#[strawman] [misinterpreted stats] [unverified reddit posts]#and if all else fails 'think of how the very act of doing so will HURT ALL OF WOMANKIND'#no fucking wonder dysphoric lesbians develop an fucking insane martyr complex and start to treat hrt/transitioning like its fucking crack#'ill give into the temptation if i see a happy trans person ohh nooo so nobody should be allowed to troon'#like thats not fucking normal! you realize thats NOT FUCKING NORMAL right?#youre acting like a deranged christian who is so afraid of sinning by wrongthink#and disclaimer no. i dont inherently hate being female or a lesbian but with the way i am physically and mentally#i would have/have had a Much easier time integrating into society as a ~man~. just because of how i am physically and mentally.#now i wont say internalized homophobia/etc. NEVER has anything to do with transition or etc. but im gonna be real#for HSTS (which are extremely rare in the first place) thats often only a very small part of it at most.#its often more about making our lives easier and integrating better without having to completely remold our entire personalities.#thats the reality.#would we not transition if society have patriarchy/gender roles/sexism? perhaps. i wont deny that possibility.#the fact of the matter is however#that it wont be happening any time soon. so we just want our lives to be easier.#'oh but youre lying to yourself' not necessarily. i dont have a ~gender identity~ and im well aware of myself and my situation.
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I've always wondered if you happened to have a discord? If not have you ever considered making one?
i do have one! however i use it very sparingly because 1) new people (especially groups) scare me & 2) brain's been fucking weird for a hot minute and i barely talk to people i'm already friends with let alone strangers
#so i say this So Neutrally and Impersonally#please don't ask me to join your group chat lmao#i promise you i will appear Once and then ill never open it again bc ill get nervous and awkward and guilty#its too much stress!#Also dont ask to chat there same rules apply Sorry Sorry#like... the Only exception is if we've already been chatting but that very rarely happens bc#again! my brain's fucked and i have the mental constitution of a wet cat!#rambles from the bog#i havent opened discord in. a while#when life gets stressful enough i just Shut Down and huddle into a proverbial corner with a blanket over my head#there are like. two people on discord i have / want to actively talk to#and one of em is an irl friend ahaha#so if you were thinking of sending me an invite or something: Thank You For Thinking Of Me! Please Don't.#i think... i think this generally extends to dms too#abrupt dms frighten me. so do random @s. apologies im a Very nervous person <3#and then even when i Do chat over dms or somethin with someone i can see myself befriending#i often forget to reply for a while and then it gets to the point where its been so long and i feel so guilty#that i Cant Bring Myself To#sigh. anyway. long story short Yes i have a discord
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Look, I don't care how fantasy names are "supposed to be pronounced". Maybe that's how they're pronounced in the version of the story that lives in your head, but these characters live in my head and in my head you're the one pronouncing them wrong. What do you mean "there's a pronunciation guide at the back of the book"? There is only the story. There is nothing else. Your imaginary friends can pronounce their names however you want, but I'm not renaming mine.
#unpopular opinion#They are fictional characters with fictional names#unless it's actually relevant to the text and written into it then Idgaf#Qd#just to note: this applies to fantasy/sci-fi/purely made-up names only#if the names are real cultural names that existed outside of the story first#you're allowed to correct pronunciation#though under the proviso that it's not the real world so real world pronunciation doesn't technically apply#but if it's a made-up fantasy name then even if there's a pronunciation guide I do not care#i seriously don't read that#i rarely read any supplemental stuff or appendices#like I rarely watch behind the scenes stuff#except for Lord of the Rings#I love those appendices#and maps#but mostly as art#i don't use them as reference material unless I get completely lost#kind of like in real life
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occasionally people post like "wow i can't believe this was all in canon!" and it's like that's because it wasn't. i'm sorry but this was not in the show or movie etc. some very creative people make things up on the internet sometimes and you're thinking of that instead.
#thinking about the prequel trilogy at this time bc i have somehow started YET ANOTHER amca relisten#and i just got to the rots episode <3 my beloved <3#i spend so much time thinking about star wars but i do stand by my belief that the star wars people like#is the star wars they have made up in their heads. bc 99% of the time whatever people are talking about Is Not In There#andor is the extremely rare exception to the rule if u ask me#and even then some of the things i like about it are things i have fully invented#this also applies to spn... like i think of how into that i was and it truly was not supported by the actual show#anyway it's fun to do fan stuff but also like. sometimes you return to the source material and there's Nothing There
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obsessed with the people who are like my biggest hope is (character x) is in unrequited love with (character y) like okay you can just want dean to be in love with castiel too you can have it all. itâs okay to hope. dream, even
#obviously this does not apply to sadie who gets off on misery I mean when itâs like ALL I CAN EVEN DARE HOPE FOR - ONE SIDE OF THE EQUATION#people are living like itâs livejournal early 2000s watching like. heroes or something#we all know what this is about but my god do I see it everywhere#itâs like. okay why would you WANT them to be in unrequited love. ?#miserable. even?#there are obviously a few rare exceptions to this rule where it makes sense or works narratively but I promise so many more where Iâm like#hey itâs 2023 you can have reciprocated gay love.#I mean not on supernatural but you know. almost kind of!#kira for ts#honestly this might irk me more than the people who are like âI like destiel but I donât want it to be canonâ girl. ???#again ctrl replace destiel as needed#âunrequited love is part of lifeâ well I think the castiels of the world should be happy and get everything they want so jot that down
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I don't personally enjoy death in my stories for one because I have no experience with it personally and for two because you can't torture a character anymore once they've died đ
#and I mean like perma death not talking abt any afterlifes and the afterlife in my story is based on DnD type deals#but even harder to get to like people can't just die and come back like nothing it is a PROCESS and NOT an easy one and also#not commonly practiced because it is rare to get it right (to be more direct it HASN'T been gotten right yet it's just a theory atm)#I never talk about my story or character OCs BUT I guess here's a taste of it#anyway I don't really kill off my characters but if I do experience a death of some sort then I probably will start writing abt it#but for now my characters are relatively safe also this isn't to say I'm unwilling to write abt death I just don't feel equip to handle it#in terms of a story revolving or somewhat revolving around a grieving process of some sort of dealing with all the different feelings#I dunno that stuff so I wouldn't write it as of right now#torture on the other hand#OH a good example for how I view the whole death thing in my story is kinda like Adventure Time#like that episode with Ghost Princess like ghosts and other paranormal stuff exist and are prominent#and they do go and meet with death thru a portal but that's like the surface level afterlife you can't really hit the deeper levels#unless you are dead and no one can see that stuff unless they are dead like when Finn dies we finally see what it's all like#as for like the levels and stuff I dunno abt all that I have like a very vague concept of how that would work but it's kinda like#beyond human comprehension y'know? that's how I view it and like death is PERMANENT and it's not suppose to be messed with#or bad things happen đ»đ»đ»#there are even more things abt it like little exceptions to the rules but the rules still apply even still it's just like#living on borrowed time or being forced to like#well I don't wanna get too much into that tho that's like super spoilers#but man I enjoy thinking abt it
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Utterly spoiled by wikipedia and wikis for games that aren't on fandom because of the footnotes.
#cat says stuff#this is mostly me looking up information for nine sols and trying to figure out the sources that support a number of claims#when the only wiki that's up for the game is on fandom#exceptions apply like for w101 and p101 because a) they're mmos with no set endpoint for their story#and b) you rarely go there for lore purposes (except when you do but the lore is entirely in dialogue under quests)
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real life by brandon taylor has skewed my perception of timelines and pacing in novels with it only covering a weekend i was thinking the first half of lover boy is either going to cover 2 or 4 months (i am SO indecisive on where to actually start it and need to figure out like yesterday) and i was like ohhh that's so long to put into half a novel. meanwhile the first half of RR spans a year
#throwback to when i didnt understand very well how to apply pacing to work with a specific novel's needs#or thought i could split my book up into multiple books so RR was going to span FOUR YEARS#literally RR lover boy and until heaven have that timeline covered like they address every year in the present except 1989#RR feels a lot more breezy re this. like i can cover a month of time in the opening of a chapter#which that may happen in LB but something about LB feels more condense its like. chapter 1 is one night and the next is the next morning#it wont be day by day all the time but day by day chapters rarely happen in RR unless its like. a very plot intense weekend or smth LOL#and some RR chapters will span days or a week whereas i feel the LB chapters won't do that and instead zoom in on a moment of a single day#anyway i gotta SLEEP!!!! blogged out tonight!!!! this was literally meant to be my brainstorming to fall asleep to!
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kinda sorry - firefighter!rafe
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summary: After months of a cat & mouse game Rafe finally gets his favorite waitress alone. He doesnât even care if itâs at his place of work.
warning: 18+, firefighter!rafe x waitress!reader, fem reader, SMUT! these people are freaks!! dirty talk, oral, cum play & eating (Iâm so sorry?), praise kink, fingering, cursing, p in v
an: hiiiii this is so smutty I actually need to repent my sins. I promise Iâm working on the next part of cherry wine I just cannot figure out how to end it so in the mean time enjoy another firefighter rafe fic. Does it kinda suck ? yeah.
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You wiped the same spot on the counter for the fifth time as you looked at the clock on the wall behind you. It was already fifteen past seven and they werenât here yet. You were starting to get antsy. They always showed up at seven like clock work and you hadnât seen them leave for a call. No flashing lights and loud sirens had been heard or seen.
God you felt pathetic. When did your life come this?
Pining over a hot firefighter who worked across the street and probably only acknowledges your existence for free slices of pie and haphazard flirting. He was so handsome youâd let him flirt with you for free pie any time. You really did feel pathetic, but it had been a long time since a very attractive man made your palms sweat and stomach flutter. Even if there was a chance it was all just out of boredom on his end.
When that hope in your chest that theyâd come began to diminish you looked up one more time, just in case. Thatâs when you spotted the group men walking out of the fire station across the street. A smile involuntarily appeared on your lips. Your favorite part of the week finally arrived.
Youâve been working at Pennyâs since high school so you were familiar with the little routine the men across the street carried on. You had grown up with most of the guys having known them since you were a teenager. A couple of them now even being your old classmates. Except for him.
Rafe had started a few months ago and you hadnât stopped thinking about him since his first visit to Pennyâs. It was rare to see a handsome face like his in this small town. It was rare to see a new face period.
You spotted him right away. He could surprisingly pull off the buzzcut and mustaches always did something for you. He was tall with big arms, how could anyone not like him.
From behind the register you watch through the windows as he laughed at something one of the other guys said rubbing his hand over his mustache. A habit you noticed he had. God did he look as handsome as ever. You wanted to know what his mustache felt like against the skin of your neck and against your inner thighs.
The bell above the door rang as the group of men walked into the small diner. You pretended to be busy by wiping the spot next to the one that you had spent the last fifteen minutes on. Doing your best to seem nonchalant like you hadnât been anticipating their arrival all day by staring out the windows. You would never do something like that.
You looked up and smiled at the familiar faces welcoming them in. They greeted you as they walked to their usual booth in the corner.
Rafe was the last to walk in giving you a smirk and a small nod as he passed. His navy blue tee shirt fit tightly over his chest and biceps. Always a sight for sore eyes. You were practically drooling, you wanted to bite him. Wanted to feel his big hands all over your skin.
You cleared your throat and took a deep breath feeling your cheeks get hot. You needed to push those thoughts away or youâd do something embarrassing. Brushing your hands on your apron you approached them, pulling out your favorite pen and sticker covered order book.
You may or may not have put a little more effort into your appearance today. For no particular reason of course, but if he was going to flirt with you then you might as well play into it. At least thatâs what you told yourself when you applied lashes and added some blush to your cheeks.
âHey guys, what can I get you all to drink?â You asked once standing in front of the table as if they didnât order the same thing every time.
âIâll take a coffee my dear,â Captain Morales said smiling. Heâs known you for years now and looked out for you as if you were his own daughter.
Rafe was last to order. That smirk making itâs way to his lips again, âIâll take a coffee y/n,â His eyes lingered on your glossy lips. Little did you know that he was thinking about how he could just eat you up.
As his eyes raked over you face he didnât miss the red tinge in your cheeks. Heâd do anything to make it an even deeper red. Specifically have you blushing profusely under him or even on top of him. Then he started to think about you bent over and ready for him.
âComing right up!â You said sweetly before heading off to get the coffees breaking whatever trance he was in.
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Wednesdayâs had become Rafeâs favorite day of the week. Not only was it technically his friday but he got to see his favorite girl. He always thinks about the first time he saw you. You were arguing with a customer who thought their expired coupon should still be valid. He watched as the guy threw his soda at you and before him or any one else could step in you punched the guy in the nose and dragged him out by his collar. The idiot cradling his nose bleeding nose.
That has been the hottest thing Rafe had ever witnessed.
âNow itâs free! Never come back dick head!â You yelled at him as you stomped back into the diner. After spending a few minutes in the back changing into a tee shirt you had in your locker you went to their table. Your tough demeanor had vanished and you held a soft smile on your face. Thatâs when he knew he was fucked.
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Y/n walked back behind the counter to grab mugs and the coffee pot. You knew youâd probably have to make another fresh pot after serving them. Your best friend, Grace, had returned from her break and was wiping menus staring at the table of men.
âMatt looks so good. If we donât get laid by these hot men we need to quit and become nuns,â Grace said quietly as she eyed the firefighter sheâs had her eye on since he moved to town a few years ago.
Y/n snorted, âIâve given up on mine. Itâs been months and itâs just flirting and checking me out,â she shrugged, âOur hook ups and incredibly romantic dates will remain in my fantasies.â
âDonât say that when Iâve been waiting a year now for mr brown eyes,â Grace huffed, âWhy doesnât he do anything. He acts like Iâd say no to him.â
âYou could ask him out,â You said handing her three mugs to help you take everything. Mostly so she could get closer to Matt.
She laughed dramatically, âYouâre so funny Y/n! And after that Iâll call my dad since weâre saying things that are never going to happen.â
âOh come on he could never say no to you,â You encouraged.
âThen you ask blondie out.â
You stared blankly at her.
She snorted, âThatâs what I thought. Lets just continue to admire from afar so the hottest men weâve ever seen donât reject us.â
You followed behind her with a sigh. Itâs not like you hadnât thought about asking Rafe to hang out. Itâs just that you had that nagging feeling in your chest that maybe he didnât want to see you anywhere outside the diner. You cleared your throat to rid the anxiety that began to bubble in your stomach. You didnât have time to over think that right now.
Grace placed one of the cups in front of Matt and he looked up at her with a shy smile, thanking her softly. They were two idiots in love.
âAre we ready to order?â You asked after filling the last mug.
âYes maâam,â Stanford said. One of the other older fire fighters.
It was always hard paying attention to their orders when Rafeâs ocean eyes were boring into you. He always had that affect of turning you into complete mush.
âFor you Rafe?â You asked tilting your head to the side slightly.
A teasing smile pulled at his mouth, âBacon cheeseburger with fries please.â
âNo onions?â
He nodded. His pants getting a bit tight at the thought of you remembering something about him.
âYou got it, Iâll put this is for you boys.â You smiled an walked away. A little extra sway to your hips hoping Rafe was watching but hoping you werenât making a fool of yourself.
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A slap to the back of his head got Rafe out of his trance. He ducked rubbing his head turning towards the culprit. His wonderful view of your ass ruined.
âOw?â He muttered looking over at Miguel next to him.
âAre you just going to check her out every fucking week or are you going to do something?â He asked with a teasing tone.
Rafe ran a hand through his hair, âI donât have time for a girl right now.â
âYouâre such a fuckin liar,â Morales laughed as he sipped his black coffee.
Rafe rubbed his face, âIâm working on it okay.â
Morales smirked knowing he was getting under his skin, âYou and baby face over here need to grow a pair or someone else is gonna realize how wonderful those women are and beat you to it.â
âHey what do I have to do with this,â Matt muttered rubbing his mustache.
Miguel laughed, âDude Grace has been pining for you for forever and donât act like you donât feel the same.â
His began blushing at the thought of her, âWhatever. Sheâs too good for me anyways.â
âSpare me the pity party Anderson and ask the woman out,â Morales said and then pointed at Rafe, âAnd you. Do something or donât. Donât string her along with whatever flirting shit you do.â
Rafe huffed, âYeah Yeah.â
He turned to look for you tuning out whatever new conversation started between the men. He found you laughing with Grace as you both rolled napkins with silverware. He loved your laugh and your smile. It was so infectious and warm. Rafe had no idea he could feel this way towards someone.
At first it was all lust. Your attractiveness captivated him, especially knowing you didnât put up with anyoneâs shit but also still a complete sweetheart. He moved to this town because he needed a fresh start. He didnât expect to pine after a woman who was way too good for him.
Rafe continued to watch as you walked around helping other customers. The sway of your hips made him want to grab onto them. Pull you against him as he kissed down your neck from behind. Heâd love to hear your laugh as his mustache tickled your ear. He could already see how pink your cheeks would get at the dirty words heâd whisper in your ear if you let him.
You had no idea that you could have him on his hands and knees for you.
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Captain Morales had paid for their dinner and they had gone back to the station. Of course the meal was filled with Rafeâs longing glances towards you. Some not so subtle flirting on his end, you of course didnât do it back in front of the other guys. But when theyâd al go outside to wait for the captain to pay he would linger as you wiped down their table.
That nights conversation had firmly planted that seed of hope. Hope that heâd finally pull a move on you since there was a fundraiser barbecue at the station this weekend. Obviously you would be there because you would never miss an opportunity to support your community. It had nothing to do with the fact that Rafe was going to be there.
âYouâre coming this weekend right? Or do they have you working?â He had asked with a smirk.
You shook your head with a teasing smile, âNot working, donât worry Iâll be there.â
âGood.â
âGood?â You teased tilting your head a little in a questioning manor.
He nodded, âIâd be bored without my favorite girl.â
You huffed a flustered laugh, âYou mean server?â
He shook his head, âI meant what I said.â
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Rafe watched as you laughed with Mrs.Garcia about something as you helped pass out desserts. It had been almost three hours since the fundraiser started and he had gotten to talk to you only a handful of times.
He was put on grill duty and you had been pulled in all directions by people. Rafe liked the small town atmosphere of the place and it was one of the reasons why he was glad he got hired at that station, but now he was starting to hate it. Why did everyone have to know you and take you away from him.
You were just as disappointed as him. Every time you would try and make your way to the grill someone would pull you to help with something or the kids would want you to watch their dance routine they made up. You could feel his eyes on you and when you looked back at him heâd smirk. That stupid devilish handsome smirk.
The sun had begun to set and people were starting to clear out. You looked around and found Rafe helping take down all of the tables and put away chairs. Being ordered around by Captain Morales. You sighed, maybe you and Rafe were always meant to just have flirty banter. Nothing more.
You didnât want to wait around until he was free again and you didnât want to bother him so you accepted your fate. Before you left you wanted to use the restroom so you made your way into the firehouse.
Once Rafe was done helping clean up he looked around for you. He didnât see you anywhere. His chest filled with disappointment as to how the night went. He thought this would be his chance to talk to you outside your job and maybe even take you home. His disappointment was clear on his face as he continued to look around as if youâd come out of thin air any moment.
Beside him someone cleared their throat, âShe went inside a couple minutes ago,â Captain Morales said.
Rafe looked over at him with furrowed brows, âhuh?â
âYour girl. Sheâs inside. Now hurry before you miss your chance,â He nodded towards the open door.
Rafe laughed, âHow do you even-â
âSon you two look at each other like you both hung the moon Iâd be an idiot to not know. Now please go get her I donât want to have to deal with your attitude later if you miss your chance.â
Rafe nodded his head with a wide smile, âYes sir.â
He made his way into the firehouse to look for you. Hopefully you hadnât slipped by him. As he turned the corner to where the restrooms were he found you standing looking at some pictures hanging on the wall.
He stood there for a minute just admiring you. Your soft cheeks and long lashes. Your long smooth legs in that sundress that looked a bit too short and tight on you. It made something in his stomach stir. He cleared his throat to gain your attention.
Your head snapped towards him. Eyes widening in surprise, you werenât expecting him. Rafe walked over to stand by you and see what you were staring at. It was a picture of the whole station. Then a picture of him and a couple other guys.
âStaring at me huh?â He asked with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes playfully, âYou wish Cameron.â
âI do.â He turned to look at you. That dreamy look in his eyes, âYou almost got away from me today.â
You laughed softly, âSorry. I was trying to come up to you but you know how it is.â
He nodded, âThatâs the unfortunate thing about liking a girl everyone loves. You couldnât help the hear that creeped up your neck at his confession.
He didnât let you say anything as he continued, âGuess that just means Iâll need to take you out on a date to get you alone.â
You let out a surprised huff, âOh yeah? Well weâre alone right now.â You looked around making a show of it.
He smirked, âSo you donât want to go on a date with me baby?â
This man was going to be the death of you, âOf course I do. Been waiting for you to ask.â
He laughed and took a step closer to you, âSorry itâs taken me so long. I liked that little dance we were doing, but let me make it up to you.â
Your body was on fire at everything he was saying. This man had to have been created in a lab with the way he was speaking to you. He was walking closer to you now and you took a few steps back until your back hit the wall of the hallway.
âHow are you gonna do that hm?â You tried to play cool as if your pulse wasnât racing in anticipation. Now you werenât usually a girl that hooked up with a guy before going on a date but that was going all out the window today if Rafe wanted to have his way with you.
He reached forward and stroked your cheek with his thumb. His eyes going down to your lips. His tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip as your parted, âBy fucking you.â
Your eyes widened slightly. Thighs clenching at his non filtered confession, he really was done playing the cat and mouse game. You didnât even care. Your brain became complete mush and you would let him fuck you in this hallway right now if he wanted to.
âYou gonna let me do that hm?â He asked as if he didnât already know the answer by the way your thighs clenched and your nipples hardened underneath your dress.
You nodded slowly as if you were under a spell. Your heart was erratic as you pictured this tall handsome man fucking you in his big arms. You could cum just thinking about it.
His thumb tugged gently as your bottom lip, âWords baby come on.â
âYes please,â You said softly.
Thatâs all he needed to hear before he took your hand and dragged you into the room next to you. It was one of the rooms where they came to sleep during over night shifts. It had a desk, bunk beds, and one single bed. He locked the door behind him before pushing you up against the desk. Rafe and you were panting and you hadnât even touched each other yet.
He cupped your face in his hands and groaned, âYouâre so beautiful I canât keep my hands to myself anymore.â
âThen donât,â You murmured in a haze as he dove in to capture your lips in his.
He groaned and moved his hands down to your waist and then to your hips. Pulling you even closer to him as you parted your mouth to let him have more access. He was everywhere and it felt so good. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands grabbed and squeezed at your body. The light whimpers and moans leaving your mouth sending him into a frenzy.
He pulled away with hazy eyes and swollen lips, âFuck Iâve been thinking about this for long.â
You nodded your head rapidly, âMe too.â You said breathlessly. You felt like you were in a Rafe enduced trance. He moaned at the sight of your swollen lips and the strap of your dress had fallen in the haste.
He pushed you back so you were sitting on the desk now with him between your parted legs. He leaned forward and began pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck. You tilted your head back giving him more room. Your fingers tangled in his hair. Tugging when he kissed that one particular spot below your ear. He bit at your neck and you gasped as his tongue soothed the sting. You had never been so turned on in your life, and he hadnât even touched you really.
That changed when his hands slid down your hips to your thighs. He squeezed them loving the feel of them. Rafe couldnât wait to have them wrapped around his head, he wanted you to suffocate him. He needed you to suffocate him with your pussy.
He played with the hem of your dress as he kissed your collarbone. He was being a tease, âI thought the teasing was over.â You mumbled with hooded eyes. You wanted him to just shove the dress up and fuck you.
He chuckled against the swell of your breast that he had been peppering with kisses, âPatience sweetheart. Iâll fill you up with my cock, tongue, and fingers in no time.â
You moaned at his words as he slipped the straps of your dress down and tugged the top part down to reveal your tits. He groaned at the sight of your perked nipples and leaned down taking one in his mouth. His other hand reaching for the other and brushing his thumb over the sensitive bud.
The moans that left your mouth were pornographic. It was like you had been touched in years which was only partly true.
âMmm youâre so sweet,â He groaned as he moved to the other one.
You sighed with pleasure, âI need you.â
He laughed softly going back to kiss you, âDonât worry baby Iâll give you what you need.â
His big hands grabbed your hips and pulled you off the desk in a swift motion. You thought he was going to take you to the bed and finally have his way. You should have known better with him, youâre starting to get that Rafe loves the anticipation. The chase of it all because he turned you around so his chest was on your back.
You could feel him aching agains your lower back. He felt so big and your mouth watered at the thought. You barely had any time to question what he was doing when you felt him press kisses from in between your shoulders and down your back. As he did he gently pushed you down to be basically bent over the desk. Then he was kneeling behind you.
His hands stroking your thighs as they shook in anticipation. He playfully bit your butt with a small groan. Rafe pushed your dress up to rest around your waist. Almost on instinct you arched your back and pushed your hips towards him. Needing for him to do something.
âPlease Rafe,â You murmured desperately.
He grinned sweetly, âYou sound so pretty asking nicely baby.â He reached his hand down to lightly stroke you over your underwear.
You gasped at the minimal contact. Then he was fully rubbing circles onto your clit. The wet patch at your center growing. He pulled your cheeks apart as he dove in and pressed wet kisses to your clothes pussy.
âFuck,â He groaned, âLet me have a taste yeah?â
You whined. Literally whined, âPlease Rafey please please.â You never thought you could be this desperate for a man. You could feel his smirk against your cunt.
He slid your panties to the side and dove in like a starved man. You gasped in surprised not expecting him to go all in since he had been teasing so much, but youâd thank God every day for it. You already knew youâd be thinking about his mouth for the rest of your life.
Rafeâs tongue massaged your clit in the best way and with the position his nose nudged at your entrance. His hands reached up to grab a handful of your ass and squeeze making you moan louder.
The room was filled with the sounds of his sucking and lapping as well as your whines. His hand then came down to slap one cheek. A motion that made you push yourself against his mouth even more.
Rafe would be a happy man if this is the way he went out. Drowning in your pussy. Your juices dripping down his chin as he mercilessly worked his tongue over you. The groans he let out adding to the pleasure.
Pressure built up in your lower stomach as that knot of pleasure tightened. You had never gotten so close so fast besides with your own hand. The way this man was lapping you up had your legs shaking.
âYes Rafe!â You exclaimed, âGonna cum!â
Your head flew back as your eyes shut in pleasure. The white hot euphoric feeling of your orgasm taking over.
âMhmmm,â He groaned as he continued to lick and suck, âFuck baby so good.â He mumbled as he continued his ministrations prolonging the intense feeling.
He pulled away once he had cleaned you up of everything you gave him, âSuch a messy girl huh,â He mumbled as he pulled your hair so your back was against his chest again. Your head tilted back onto his shoulder. Rafe had a way with words, it had your mind in a haze.
He moved his hand to cup your face and tilt it towards him even more so he could capture your lips in his. The kiss was sloppy and so hot.
You pulled away slightly and mumbled against his lips, âPlease please fuck me Rafey.â
He but his lip and groaned, âOf course baby anything you want.â
You expected him to shove his pants down and stuff his cock in you but you should have known him better. He spun you around so your back was pressed to the desk again. He tapped on the back of your thighs to get you to sit on it again and as you did he mumbled, âSo obedient.â
The scene in front of him looked so vulgar. You were sat at the desk with your dress bunched around your stomach. All the delicious parts Rafe wanted to dive into exposed. He took a mental picture to remember it even though this definitely wouldnât be the last time heâd have his way with you.
You reach out for him and tugged at his shirt wanting it off. He smirked as he took the hint and pulled it off. The sight of his toned chest and broad arms had you gushing all over again.
âWe should be quick now before they come looking,â He muttered as he began to undo his belt. He pulled his pants and boxers down to rest around his ankles. His cock on full display for you and you bit your lip as you took in the sight. Glassy eyes widening at the size, you had never seen one like that.
He tugged at it a few times to relieve the tension. The way you were looking at him was making his ego grow, and Rafe didnât really need that.
Grabbing where your knees crease he pushed your legs up so your feet were almost flat on the desk. Your core glistening and on display for him.
âFuck I canât wait to be in that nice wet pussy,â He couldnât away. He let you hold yourself up now as he grabbed himself and began sliding his tip through your folds. You let out small whimpers at the feeling. Then rubbed it over your clit, making you even wetter.
Rafe was having the time of his life. You felt so good against him he never wanted to stop. The way your nipples perked and your eyes practically watered in pleasure.
âYouâre so wet baby,â He slipped the tip into your entrance, âmmmph feel sâgood huh.â He smirked cockily as he pushed himself in deeper and deeper.
Your brows furrowed in pleasure as he stretched you deliciously. His thumb finding your clit and rubbing soft circles. Your head fell back with a sigh as he bottomed out.
He leaned forwards and kissed you softly as he started moving. You both moaned as he pushed back in hitting that sweet spot. He pulled away and leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth. Sucking and gently tugging.
Your hands were tangled un his short locks. As his movements grew faster and harder your hands moved all over. His shoulders, chest, back anywhere you could touch. Your nails leaving crescents in his skin as he continued to mumble obscenities into your ear.
âso good babyâ âthe most perfect pussyâ âmy good girl letting me fuck her so wellâ
The feeling of euphoria increasing as he continued. Rafe groaned as he felt you tighten around him. He was regretting one thing right now and that was waiting this long to fuck you.
âMâclose Rafe,â You whined as that familiar feeling spread throughout your body.
âI know,â He panted and started working faster, âCum for me baby come on. I know you can do it.â
His encouragement helped your release. As he felt you orgasm and tighten around him he neared the edge of his own orgasm.
âNeed you to cum in me,â You mumbled as he milked you for all you had.
His eyes rolled back at your statement, âFuuuck.â Then his hips snapped into you a few more times before he released inside you coating your walls in his cum. It felt so good to have him stuffed inside you. His head resting on your chest as he groaned. After a few minutes of your labored breaths Rafe slowly pulled out. The loss of him causing you to whimper and he just smirked.
You thought you guys were done but then Rafe looked down and slipped two fingers inside you.
âOh Rafe,â You gasped, âW-what are you doing?â
He bit his lip as he continued to watch his fingers pump in and out slowly, âFeeling how well you took all my cum baby.â
Then as if he couldnât be hotter and dirtier he removed his fingers and his cum was all over them. He took them and began rubbing it over your clit. The overstimulation made your toes curl and your mouth fall open.
The scene in front of him was so filthy and will be on constant reply for the rest of his life. The entire last hour he would be thinking about that forever.
He removed his fingers and you reached out grabbing his wrist to tug the fingers into your mouth. Licking and sucking his fingers clean.
âDirty girl,â He mumbled as you pulled them out with a pop.
He leaned in and kissed you softly, no more lust behind it. It was something else now. Rafe helped you fix your dress and pull your underwear back on after he pulled his pants back up.
âIâm kind of sorry I didnât take you out first but I also donât regret it because Iâve been wanting to get my hands on you for months,â Rafe said as you fixed your ruffled hair.
You smiled at him, âIâm not at all. You can still take me out and we can do that all over again.â
A loud banging on the door made you jump and rafe whip his head around.
âYou guys done yet? I need a nap,â one of the other guys yelled through the door.
Your face paled at the realization that you might now have been very quiet. Rafe just laughed, âOne minute!â
âOh god. I need to quit my job and move towns now,â You put your hands on your face in embarrassment.
Rafe laughed and kissed the back of your hands that covered your face, âNuh uh. Not running from me now.â
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literally pleased with almost all of the new atla trailer except as per usual, Zuko's scar, idk why studios are so scared to commit to the intensity of the thing, its supposed to be shocking and obvious and textured and the first thing you see... that's the point, Zuko is supposed to struggle with feeling like it defines and brands him before finally coming to the point in his journey where he defines it.
Hollywood/big studios are known to hesitate or straight up avoid properly and honestly and unapologetically showing people with disfigurements/disabilities/facial differences etc. with the realism they deserve. Which is a shame in general for representation and humanization but ESPECIALLY in this case as its minimization actively harms it's narrative purpose as well
I promise making the scar more intense (shrivel up the ear a bit, make it intrude in his hairline, make his eye in a permanent squint due to nerve damage, for god sake REMOVE THE EYEBROW IT WAS BURNED OFF) will not make Zuko "ugly", (the actor is incapable of looking ugly and also the implication that scars make people too unappealing? yikes) but will actually do the character and his journey justice, not to mention really show Ozai's brutality, another essential narrative tool. Especially when he's bald like hello??? It should be even more stark and intense when he doesn't have hair to distract from it and cover his ear!!!
When transitioning from 2D to live action, of course some visuals are up for interpretation but that usually involved ADDING detail because the constraints of having to stay on modeling frame to frame is gone, not minimizing, removing or airbrushing. Doing Zuko's scar right to me is absolutely essential and I'm disappointed they seem just as as scared to go there as I thought they might. It doesn't have to be gory, if you've ever seen burn victims in real life or in pictures or even cosplayers/artists who are skilled in realistic burn makeup you'd know its possible to balance realism with humanity. It's possible especially with their resources to avoid the "scary Halloween makeup" route while not holding back on the brutality of the original injury.
Budget is definitely not an issue, or "scaring the kids" considering this remake is likely aiming to go a lil darker in tone than the cartoon (which was already super dark with its target audience of nickelodeon 7 year olds so no excuses) Audiences SHOULD be unsettled and upset when they see him but not because he's hard/disturbing to look at but because we are human and do not want to imagine someone doing that to a child.
It's a deliberate choice out of the all too common fear/hesitation to allow someone who is destined to eventually become a protagonist and is meant to be sympathized with to be "too ugly" while this hesitation is very rarely applied to straight up villains (again we come back to media's historic villainization of facial deformity). It's a trend that's always ticked me off in fanart too. The boy's face was melted, for gods sake. Zuko was always portrayed as an attractive boy in the cartoon (fire nation girls fawn over him) even with the intensity of his scar which is something I've always admired! People exist with scars similar to Zuko's in real life, and should not only be permitted to be represented as good guys and/or as attractive when their scars are toned down to be "palatable"
Like I said there's more that I loved than didn't love about the trailer, that can be a whole essay on it's own but I needed to get this very specific vent off my chest because it missed the mark so hard and stands out like a sore thumb in comparison to all the other visuals that hit the nail on the head to me
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Miscalculation
AN: I don't write nearly enough for Felix. Luckily, that SKZCode lab episode planted this idea in my head, and it's taken a viciously hold on me. Also, just to be super clear, despite Reader being a year old experiment, she's very much an adult. She came into the world that way. Also also, I edited this while sleepy so, hopefully it's coherent lol.
Synopsis: Your first heat hits you unexpectedly and violently one day. Thankfully, your favourite person pays you a visit in an attempt to comfort you through it. However, you both severely underestimate just how much your heat affects you. Especially around him.
General tags and warnings: Lee Felix x Fem! Reader, Scientist! Felix, Cat hybrid! Reader, lots of unethical research, Reader is an experiment, Felix tries his best to humanise Reader, doesn't really apply here but, since Reader is an experiment and Felix is a scientist there is the potential for a power imbalance, Reader is in heat, Reader is manipulative and maybe in love with Felix and not much plot.
Smut tags and warnings: heavy dubcon, mentions of masturbation and exploration of sexuality, virgin! Reader, kind of sort of fingering (f. receiving), humping/grinding, over the clothes touching, scent kink of sorts, clothes being ripped, nipple play (m. receiving), Reader takes charge a lot throughout this, little to no foreplay for Reader and a very unrealistic first time, piv sex without a condom, marking and clawing (m. receiving), biting (m. receiving), one mention of blood, possessiveness from Reader, dirty talk, praise and creampie.
Word count: 3.8k.
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Everything burns.Â
Your blankets are a crumpled mess on your floor because you're certain you'll shred them into pieces with your claws if they so much as touch your overheated body right now. The persistent buzz of the air conditioner brings you no comfort. Sweat dots your forehead and you'd take off the oversized shirt that clings to your body within an instant if Doctor Bang, red faced and avoiding your frustrated gaze, hadn't insisted on some sense of propriety. Aren't these men supposed to be doctors? Trained medical professionals? Have they never seen a naked body before? He's lucky that he's the only one out of the three older men that you can somewhat stomach because if Doctor Lee or Doctor Seo had suggested you cover yourself, you would have hissed and clawed at them.Â
A frustrated noise builds from the back of your throat when you can feel your sheets starting to grow damp underneath you. You've already had to change them five times in the past two days and, you feel like you're losing your mind. Actually, you just might be. Worse than the burning that emanates through your entire body and the non-stop sweat that clings to your skin no matter how many ice-cold showers you take, is the perpetual ache between your thighs. You're not stupid. This lab may be all that you've known for the entire year of your life but, you have basic instincts and common sense. Coupled with all of the sessions you're forced to sit through with Doctor Bang in an attempt to understand you and aid you in understanding yourself, you're more than aware you're aroused right now. Or âwetâ as Doctor Lee and Doctor Seo put it, much to the dismay of the older of the three.Â
You just don't understand why.Â
In the rare moments that you've wondered about your sexuality and sex in these sterile walls, it's rarely gone beyond a few curious pokes and prods at yourself. It's mostly been a neutral experience and you didn't derive much pleasure out of it. You're sure your limited knowledge and experience on the matter has hindered your ability to enjoy masturbation much but, it's not as though the four men will just give you the material or knowledge to help pleasure yourself. You're not even sure you care all that much.
Except for when you do. Thinking back to quiet nights where the silence and loneliness of the lab was too much for your mind to handle and masturbation crossed it as a hope for distraction. A brief escape from the life you've been forced to endure. So, you tried it. Flashes of a kind smile and blonde hair making your stomach twist in a way that wasn't unpleasant, just unfamiliar. Full lips and memories of a deep voice causing arousal to trickle onto your inexperienced fingers. You'd even managed to make yourself orgasm once. It was one of the few sincerely pleasant moments you've had.Â
The rest centred around him too.Â
ââshe's deep in heat right now, Lix.â You recognise the voice as that of Doctor Bang. Your ears twitch atop your head in interest at the conversation he's having with the only doctor you've grown fond of. You're always grateful for your hearing abilities in moments like these.Â
âWe can't just keep her in the dark,â Felix argues and your heart hammers loudly in your chest. Electricity zipping through you just at the sound of his voice and the knowledge that he's just beyond your bedroom door. The throbbing between your thighs worsens.Â
âI know,â Doctor Bang sighs, âbut, we won't be getting a shipment of suppressants until three days from now. We're just going to have to wait it out.âÂ
âWe?â Comes Felix's incredulous reply, âWe're not the ones suffering right now. I went to visit her last night Chris,â your eyes widen at the confession, âShe was burning up and covered in sweat and, she's only had to deal with two days of it. You know it's not fair to her.âÂ
âWhat do you want us to do, Felix?â The older man argues, his voice heavy with frustration.Â
âTreat her like a fucking person,â the younger man argues just as frustrated, âTell her what's going on. We know she's incredibly smart. Maybe she has some biological way to make herself feel better that we haven't thought about or explored.âÂ
Silence stretches between the two for a few, long moments.Â
âI don't think that's a good idea,â comes Doctor Bang's resigned reply, âLook Lix, I know that you care about her and the two of you have always been close. Too close for what could be considered appropriate,â you snort at that. Now he cares about ethics and what's appropriate? How funny. âBut, Minho, Changbin and I care about her too. She's not just some experiment to us,â you find that hard to believe, âWe just know when it's appropriate to step back and keep our distance. This is one of those times. We're going to try and help her through it as best as we can but, we're going to wait for the suppressants then feed them to her. That's it. End of discussion.â The sounds of footsteps echoing through the hallway are all that accompany his words.Â
Well, at least you finally know what's wrong with you. You're in heat. Something they've apparently known you're capable of experiencing and have been suppressing since you gained consciousness. The fact that they're so blasĂ© about letting you suffer in your room and wait days until you're able to find any kind of reprieve boils your blood in a way that has nothing to do with your biology. Yeah, so much for caring about you. You haven't even seen Doctor Seo and Doctor Lee since your symptoms first started. You don't even notice your claws prodding in your anger. You should have attempted to escape on those rare trips Felix had taken you outside of the lab. Consequences be damned. At least you'd have a shot at a normal life. You should have never let his warm eyes and compassion keep you coming back to this hellhole.Â
Your furious, internal tirade is interrupted by your door sliding open. You don't have to turn around to know that it's Felix. His scent always betrays him before anything else. The familiar mix of bamboo and vanilla hit your senses. However, unlike the other times you'd bask in his scent, now it worsens the thundering of your heart and you notice the slick between your thighs increasing.Â
âHey,â he says gently, shutting the door behind him. All you can think to do is stare at your wall wide eyed as his scent grows closer with every step he takes towards your bed. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth just at the smell of him and the soft timber of his voice adds to the pit forming in your stomach. Your hands desperately grabbing at your arms in an attempt to calm you down. It's just Felix. Â
âI just wanted to check up on you,â he adds when his greeting is met with silence. You have to fight extremely hard to not let your tail move wildly and to keep your claws retracted when he sits down on the edge of your bed. Fuck. He's so close now and his scent is overwhelming. The smell that used to bring you comfort now puts you on edge. A feeling that you've only felt sparks of now sets your entire body alight and the ache between your thighs starts to become unbearable. He needs to leave before your heat causes you to do something very, very stupid.Â
âI know you've been struggling a lot lately,â the apologetic tone to his voice melts your heart and your impulses yell at you to crawl into his lap and nuzzle at him until he no longer sounds upset, âI'm sorry. We should have told you this when it started but, you're in heat. That's what's causing you to feel this way,â he explains, as though you hadn't overheard (more like intentionally listened in on) his conversation with Doctor Bang.Â
âI know you're probably mad at us, at me,â you want to tell him no, you could never be mad at him but, you're afraid that if you speak now, you'll say something you can't take back, âI'm truly sorry. The suppressants will be here in a few days. Till then though, I'm here for you,â he says softly, laying a hand gently on your arm in what you assume is an act of comfort but, it has the complete opposite effect.Â
Your blood turns molten in your veins and the fog that's been on the edges of your mind swallows it whole. All you can think about is getting your hands on him. Touching him. Feeling him. Mating with him. You've never felt more animal than human.Â
One of the major perks of being a cat hybrid, you've come to learn, is your quick movements. Before Felix can process it, you're sitting up and pressed to his side within an instant. The confusion and concern on his handsome face is so endearing. He's so cute. You just want to devour him.Â
âFelix,â your voice sounds near unrecognisable to even your own ears, âI want you to help me with my heat,â you practically purr into his shoulder. Grasping his arm and delighting in the pretty flush that spreads across his face. The ache of your canines extending doesn't bother you in the slightest. Your mind focused on nothing else but, the man that's been your lifeline for the past year.Â
âIâI um I caâcan't do that,â he explains, his voice sounding strained. His attempt to pull his arm away proves to be futile. Not that he was trying particularly hard anyway. âBut, Lix,â you whine, pushing your body closer to his, your breasts pressing against his arm, âDidn't you say you'd help me?âÂ
The way he attempts to stammer out a reply just makes him so much cuter to you. Nothing but, instinct driving you to press yourself even closer to him. Delighting in the shudder you feel run through his body when your breath hits his exposed neck. âDon't you want to help me, Felix?â You ask with a desperate edge to your hoarse voice, one of your hands travelling down the span of his lab coat until you reach his soft hand. Moving it until it's between your slick covered, inner thighs, âIt hurts, Lix.âÂ
Felix, for his part, looks absolutely shell-shocked. Warm, panicked brown eyes staring at you unblinkingly but, he doesn't move his hand. Not even when your own is no longer holding it. Your body moves on its own. Hips chasing the brush that his fingers offer. Your lashes fluttering at the pleasure courses through you. You feel so sensitive, even his barely there touch is enough to cause you to gush further onto his fingers.Â
And Felix watches it all. Watches the way you clumsily try to hump his fingers. Watches the minute expressions of relief and desire and frustration that all cross your beautiful face. Watches the way your canines sink into your bottom lip. Feels the way your sharp claws dig into his lap coat. He doesn't miss a thing.Â
Impulse and maybe a fraction of ration desire push you to tug on his button up shirt and kiss him. You're moving completely on what feels natural and what you've seen a couple of movies he's watched with you. It takes him a second to kiss you back. Tentatively following the movements of your lips and guiding you in more comfortable and enjoyable directions. You swallow his stuttered groan greedily when your tongue invades his mouth. Searching for more of him to explore. To taste. To burn into your memory.Â
As nice as it feels to kiss him like you've thought about far too many times in the silence of your room and, use his fingers and hand to help satiate the persistent ache that sits in the pit of your stomach, it still all isn't enough. Not even close. This time, you moan into his mouth when one of your hands snakes its way down the front of his body until it comes to rest on his lap. A particularly painful throb coming from the apex of your thighs when you feel how hard he is beneath your touch.Â
âSo you do want this just as much as I do,â you sigh dreamily against his lips, sparks of desire shooting through your entire body with every palm of your hand over his clothed cock. All of his adorable, little noises making your walls clench. You don't think you've ever felt pain like this in your entire, short life. Saliva pools in your mouth as his scent wafts to you. Much heavier and headier than earlier. Beneath the anxiety and fear, the arousal makes its presence known clear as day.Â
âWâWait, Iââ Whatever he was going to say is cut short by you shoving him onto your bed. His wide eyes, pupils blown out and completely swallowing his irises, meeting your lidded ones as he watches you straddle his slender hips. You've always thought he was a good-looking man but, he looks even better like this, underneath you.Â
Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head when you press down on him. Your drenched folds coming in contact with the evident bulge in his dress pants. Resting your palms on his stomach, you start to move. Chasing the friction against your clit desperately. Not caring all about the mess you're making of his pants. Your eyes focused on watching the way he tries very, very hard not to lose himself in the way you grind against him. His hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he lays there and let's you use him.Â
Fuck. What a cutie.Â
His eyes shoot to your face when you use your claws to rip his blue button up open. While the colour looks absolutely lovely on him, you much prefer the sight of his bare chest. Your tongue running over your teeth at all the skin that you now have access to.Â
âHeâHey, I think we should calm dâdown a bit andââ Felix tries to interject, the drop in octave of his voice doesn't go unnoticed by you. You disregard his words easily. Leaning down to shut him up with your mouth while your hands busy themselves with exploring his chest. Your canines nipping his bottom lip when he gasps into you while you trace his nipples with your claws. Sensitive too. Perfect.Â
âWhy stop when I can feel how hard you are for me, Lixie?â You whisper against his full lips, fingers tracing random patterns into his nipples. His hips jutting up to meet your drenched core every time you touch him a little too harshly or drag yourself along his entire length.Â
âDon't you want to just give in?â You ask, meeting his blown out eyes as your hands move their way along his lithe body until they reach his belt buckle.Â
âIâIââ he stutters out when you sit back up so you can gain a better view of his frustrating belt. He must see you preparing to rip his pants off too because he stops you immediately, âIâIt's okay, I got um it,â he quickly responds. You shift down him a little to provide him with space to unbuckle his belt. Fortunately, he doesn't take too long. You're sure your impatience is rolling off of you in waves.Â
Much to your surprise given how bashful he's been, he tugs his pants and boxers down in one go. His hard, pre-cum covered cock slapping against his stomach in his rush, his eyes pointedly looking at everywhere but, you.Â
It's one thing to feel him, it's a whole different matter entirely to have his cock right there, ready for the taking. And take, you do. It's adorable how red his face is and the way he sneaks glances at you shyly when you shift back up his body until your dripping pussy is hovering over his twitching cock. Your shirt sticks to your damp body uncomfortably and, the reminder that you're still wearing it is an unwelcome one. So, you simply tug it off. Exposing yourself freely and readily to his shy eyes.Â
Not that he's all that shy when you're bare for him to fully drink in. Bruised lips parting as he watches you grasp his cock with an impatient hand and align it with your dripping hole. He doesn't stop you when you begin to sink down onto him. Strained whimpers falling from his pretty mouth with every inch you eagerly swallow. The stretch only stings a little. The sensation of his scorching cock dragging along your walls more than makes up for it. It's your turn to moan once he's fully sheathed inside of you. Your clumsy attempts with your fingers don't hold a candle to this.Â
The way Felix chokes on your name when you start to move will forever be etched into your memory. The pleasure clear as day on his face spurs you along with the desire to feel him inside of you for as long as you can. To make love with him in this awful place that only he gave any semblance of meaning to. To mate with him.Â
You lose yourself in the way his cock feels easily. Fluttering lashes threatening to shut every time he hits a spot inside of you that makes your pace falter and your claws dig into his soft stomach. The faint, pink lines that decorate his skin cause you to preen. They look gorgeous on his skin. They look like they belong there. Like they were meant to be there. Based on the way his hooded eyes switch from watching the expressions your face morphs into, the way your breasts bounce with every movement on his cock and the way you swallow as much of him as you can, you don't think he minds or cares all that much.Â
Your skin grows impossibly hotter when his hands touch you. He's careful. Watching for any discomfort but, there's none to be found. If anything, you revel in the gentle hold his hands take of your hips. Not controlling your movements but just enjoying touching you while you bounce on his cock.Â
You might actually love him.Â
The thought prompts you to lean down and smash your lips to his once more. The metallic tang of blood lets you know that you nipped him too hard but he doesn't care all that much. Letting you take everything you need from him right now while he lets you. You can feel the way he throbs inside of you. He tries to stop himself but, you notice the way his hips sometimes jerk up to meet you, to move with you. And the knowledge that, on some level, he wants you just as much as you want him sends you into overdrive.Â
His sharp inhale echoes through your room when you sink your canines into his neck. The punctures aren't deep but, they're more than enough to satisfy you. You're not sure why or how you knew to do that but, instinct has been your driving force all night and you're going to continue to trust it.Â
âWe're mated now,â you sigh, thumbing his flushed cheek.Â
He just looks up at you for a moment, attempting to digest your words before responding, âMateâMated?âÂ
âMmm,â you hum in confirmation, purring when you notice the way his twitches like crazy inside of you, âYou're my mate now, and I'm yours,â you explain breathlessly. A tension you're barely familiar with building in the pit of your gut that you chase.Â
âBut we fuck can'tââ his sentence is cut off by the drawn out moans from the depths of his chest, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you pick up your pace. He looks so attractive like this. A bruise already forming on his neck and his chest littered with faint marks from your claws. He's gorgeous.Â
âI'm ah clâclose,â he gasps out, his glazed eyes meeting yours and his hands desperately gripping your hips, âYou need to shit stâstop,â he manages to stutter out. You think it's amusing that he thinks you're going to stop now. Especially when you're just about to get what you want. Leaning down to his ear, you whisper, âWhy, Lixie? You look so cute like this. Why would I ever want to stop?â You smile when you hear the way he whimpers and his cock pulses harder inside of you, âDon't you want to cum inside me?â His hold on you grows tighter, âI want you to. I want you to cum inside me until it's spilling out of me,â you emphasise your point by intentionally clenching around him, âFor days.âÂ
That's all it takes for him to break. His cock throbbing as he shoots his cum into the deepest part of you. A mix of his whimpers and strangled moans of your name tickle your ears as his cum fills your eagerly awaiting pussy. Your tail swishes in glee and your ears twitch in happiness. Your own orgasm creeping up on you when you feel the last of his cum spill into you. Truly, the late nights alone in your bed could never compare to this. To him. Your first orgasm could never hold a candle to this. Your entire body is riddled with quivers and shakes, your wetness gushing onto Felix's softening cock. Your thighs are sticky with cum and you're drenched in sweat but, you've never been more at peace.Â
For some time, your shared laboured breathing is the only sound in your room. Fondness bubbles up inside of you when you glance at his flushed, sweaty face. His golden hair sticking to his forehead while he takes some time to come back to himself. Your fingers move before you can even think about it. The fog retreating slightly while you play with his hair and enjoy the simple pleasure of watching him while your combined releases trickle out of you. Much to your displeasure. Â
You smile at him when he finally blinks his eyes open to meet yours. Your fingers ghosting over his mate mark as something primal and affectionate simmers in the pit of your stomach. He really is yours now. Your tail wraps around his leg without you even noticing.Â
The smile he gives you is small but, it's still one of his smiles and the way your heart hammers in your chest lets you know he really was meant to be your mate.Â
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I want a human zoology textbook.
Zoology, as in the study of animals. Like, a study of how humans work, done by an author that is not human.
I specifically want this for a couple reasons:
1. Descriptive, not prescriptive: don't tell me what the author thinks humans should do or how they should be. Tell me what they do. Observationally!
2. No bias towards "nature". I don't particularly care what the author is imagining humans are like in some "garden of eden" unfallen state. I want it to reference how humans ARE.
3. No morality applied to this! What do humans DO, not what you think they should do, or how they should be. And most importantly, no self-censorship in order to avoid offending some of the humans that disagree with ways people live.
And the reason I want this is because of how biology textbooks/wiki pages get written, where even if they try to be progressive they're still written from this weird perspective where they're explaining based on old ideas and the progressive stuff gets a footnote.
Like it'll be "humans have two genders, male and female. This is determined from their chromosomes, XY for male and xx for female."
And then you scroll past two pages for men and another two pages for women, and then it has one subsection that covers non-binary people and intersex people. And it's like: well then integrate that into your main statement!
It's like the author's worldview is still "there's two genders and everyone is born as one" but they've been forced to accept there are some weird exceptions but the core worldview is unchanged. And it's understandable! Wrong, but understandable: the grew up in a world that is quite strong on the "there are only two genders" ideology and doesn't like to remember that intersex people exist.
But like, imagine if you tried to do this as a zoologist. You're like "hey, all bees are female!" and then someone points out the rare male drones and they're like "oh okay I'll update my zoology textbook."
And now it reads:
All bees are female. Most are workers, and one is the queen.
(a couple sections go pass)
Drones: recent science has discovered that some bees are born male. These rare exceptions live short lives where they fertilize a queen and then die.
And it's like, no? Drones are very important to how a hive lives and they can't survive without them?
And we're constantly doing the same thing to humans and it's just bad science. Like, sure, maybe you could have the theory that "humans come in two genders: male and female" but as soon as you see one non-binary person, you have to discard that theory: it has been proven false! It's like not believing in other galaxies after Henrietta Swan Leavitt figured out how Cepheid Variables worked.
Add to that the "nature" thing. Like, you can make a sort of argument about nature vs artificial settings for a lot of species: the whole alpha/beta wolf thing came about because it turns out wolves act differently in captivity compared to the wild, so it makes sense to study how the vast majority of wolves live, not a small group you stuffed into a small area with unusual conditions. It's like saying the lifespan of goldfish is under 5 minutes, based on your study of them in this dry box you put them in.
But humans are different: we are tool-users who build new environments for ourselves. And while you can talk about how humans living in different environments act differently, it doesn't make a lot of sense to call one of them "artificial". All of them are made by us, and humans always do this. This means all environments are natural (because building environments for ourselves is what we naturally do) and all environments are artificial: we always alter our environments to better suit us! That's one of the things we naturally do!
And as for morality, it's about not ignoring things humans do regularly because you think it's weird or you think they shouldn't.
Like that tweet where someone pointed out that lots of species can change gender. Clown fish are a big one, some frogs, a couple birds, some lizards, and humans.
And people often have an immediate knee-jerk reaction of "that doesn't count!" for the last entity in that list. Why? Because we do it (usually) with clothes and makeup and medication, instead of just "naturally"? Bullshit. We're naturally TOOL USERS. Of course we use tools to change gender. We use tools to do EVERYTHING. That's natural for us.
So yeah. I think it'd be refreshing and enlightening to have a zoology textbook written about humans with this detached non-human perspective. An unbiased description of what humans are and do, rather than one irrevocably tinged with ideas of what humans should be and should do.
Basically I want to load up Vulcan Wikipedia and check the "Humans" article.
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[Chapter 12] Unexpected
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Itâs very rare for you to go out nowadays, but occasionally you get a call and you canât say no. This time around, you were rambling to make up an excuse but then you realized it was your friendâs birthday; and while you have the right to decline because youâre simply too overwhelmed with life, you couldnât bring yourself to say no.Â
It feels odd to sit at a table full of women that you no longer talk toâ Except your best friend, of course, but sheâs occupied tonight. Everyone is trying to get her attention, ask her about her adorable new baby who rests at home.Â
You feel out of place. You notice the stares that youâre getting, simply because of your bump. Toji is the father, clearly. They doubt you got pregnant by a one night stand or an affair, the only plausible answer would be your husband, or rather, ex-husband.Â
Youâre still grateful that nobody is really interrogating you about your situation. Youâre either ignored or asked simple questions. The only question that was asked about your situation is about the sex of your baby, which you happily answered.
Youâre happy to be ignored, though you feel that maybe you shouldâve stayed home. Itâs fine, at least the food is good.Â
âI have to use the bathroom, Iâll beââ You begin to tell your best friend, Eri, but she cuts you off.
âIâll go with you.â She says, and you two walk to the bathroom in silence. She doesnât go into a stall, instead walking to the sink to powder her face. She hears you using the bathroom, and still raises her voice to speak, âHow are you doing? Youâve been distant.â
âIâve been⊠Better.â You tell her when you exit the stall. Itâs no surprise to her. Sheâs been getting little information about your life, but sheâs heard about the divorce and the pregnancy which isnât exactly an ideal situation. âHow about you? Howâs the baby?â
âHeâs a sleepy baby. Heâs barely changed anything for me.â She says, and you smile. You can only hope that youâll have the same fate. She doesnât want to talk about herself though, thatâs all that everyone talks about right now. She wants to hear about you. âIâm surprised you showed up.â
âItâs your birthday, I couldnât miss it.â You answer. Youâre drying your hands, ready to go back out but Eri is taking her time with her makeup. Sheâs not planning to go back out until sheâs done talking with you. âIt is kind of awkward though.â
âYeahâŠâ She agrees. She knows your friendship with them completely changed when your relationship with Toji hit a certain pointâ They just couldnât stand him after Toji betrayed you; granted, it was shortly after the beginning of your relationship, it wasnât a big deal to you. They just strayed away when you continued dating him.Â
âAll that and for what? We still got divorced.â You canât help but chuckle, feeling tears build up. Your stupid hormones are getting the best of you. âHe wonât fucking leave me alone either, he wants to get back together.â
âCan you make it clear that youâre not getting back togetherâ Unless you doâŠâ She says, and you take a deep breath. You feel like youâve done everything you possibly can, and lately youâve been getting soft for him again. You left Toji for good.Â
âI just⊠Want him to stop. Get it through his head that weâre just co-parenting. I still care for Toji a lot but getting back with him will just make me miserable.â You answer, keeping any explanation to yourself. All that people need to know is that Toji wasnât the best to you, any other explanation is unwarranted. âIgnore me. Iâll try to have a serious conversation with him soon.â
âYou know you could always just give him a taste of his own medicine.â She suggests, and you raise your brows. What does she mean? She applies some lipstick, smacking her lips together before answering your question, âTechnically it isnât a taste of his own medicine since you arenât together. It isnât considered cheating.â
âOhâ I couldnât do that to Toji.â You awkwardly laugh, and then you think about it for a moment. Do what to Toji? You left, youâre not together anymore. Toji shouldnât care about your love life unless it concerns his unborn child. âNot like anyone would be too interested in me anyway.â
âReally? There was just someone staring you down. Why do you think I came with you?â She tells you, and you chuckle, knowing that sheâs lying to make you feel better. She clicks her tongue, rolling her eyes, âI wasnât joking.â
âWhy wouldââ You begin, but before you can even ask the question, she leaves the bathroom. You sigh before following behind her. This time youâre looking around, wanting to see if any eyes fall on you as you exit the bathroomâ And they do, theyâre just not from the person that you want.Â
She doesnât remember Shiu, thatâs why she thinks he was checking you out.Â
âHi.â Shiu approaches you outside of the restaurant while you wait for your ride home. Heâs been clearly watching you, waiting for your dinner to be over so he can approach you afterward. Unluckily for him, you ignore him, and he sighs before offering, âHow about I take you home?â
âAre you going to report it to Toji?â You sound annoyed, and Shiu canât help but chuckle. He knows he deserves it. You bite down your lip before telling him, âThank you for the gift for my daughter. Itâs cute.â
âAnything for my niece.â He responds. He clears his throat before telling you again, âLet me take you home. Iâm not telling Toji anything.â
âWhy are you suddenly so nice?â You ask him since he has no reason to help you. Unless heâs lying to you, and heâll run to tell Toji.
âWeâre friends, are we not?â He replies, and you furrow your brows together. Youâre not. Heâs Tojiâs friend and heâs just keeping an eye on you since Toji wants you back. Either way, you accept,
âTake me home then.â
The car ride back to your place is silent. Shiu is trying to make some conversation, and your answers are dry. Itâs not that you donât want to talk but you keep thinking about Eriâs words. To give Toji a taste of his own medicine and of the man that was checking you out.Â
âAre you seeing anyone?â You speak up, which takes the man back. He definitely wasnât expecting that from you, but it earns a laugh from him. If he didnât know you better, heâd say you want to make a move on him.
âI have some friends⊠Nothing serious though. So no.â Shiu answers, which doesnât shock you. You were thinking of something similar. Shiu is an attractive man in his late thirties, of course he isnât alone. âWhy do you ask?â
âJust wanted to know.â You respond, and heâs not convinced. He wonders if he should let it go and change the topic, or pressure you to give you an answer.
âHmm⊠Right.â Heâs clearly sarcastic, and he has a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes before a sigh leaves your lips.Â
âIâm serious.â You claim. He certainly isnât going to drop the subject now. Heâs curious why you have a sudden curiosity about his love life.
âThen why are you suddenly interested in my love life?â He questions, and you chew on the inside of your cheek. You have no idea how youâre going to respond.
âMy friend just⊠Said something and yeah.â You choose to tell him a partial truth, not everything, hoping that heâll drop the subject. Heâs Tojiâs friend, of course heâs just like Toji. Stubborn.
âSomething⊠Like?â He makes you take a deep breath. Youâre getting embarrassed, but itâs too late to try to change the subject now.
âI told her that I want Toji to stop. Iâm getting soft for him again and I know that itâll end badly.â You confess, and Shiu takes a moment to think about it. What you said doesnât answer anything, leaving him to wonder what your friend said.
âOh, this something will end up screwing me over.â Is the only conclusion he can draw, and you canât help but laugh before humming in agreement. Shiu lightly bites down his lip before saying, âI do owe you one.â
âThis isnât something you can help me with, I assure you.â You tell him, and he furrows his brows. Heâs confused, wondering what it is. Whatâs something that he canât possibly help you with that will upset Toji?
âWhatâ Oh! OhâŠ.â He comes to the realization of what it is, at least a vague idea of it. The mere thought makes his cheeks pink, completely flustered at the thought of being intimate with you. He briefly looks at you, and he can tell that you share those same feelings.Â
Heâs always viewed you as Tojiâs wife. Sure, Tojiâs very attractive wife, but still, Tojiâs wife. Now youâre not just that, but the mother of Tojiâs child. Before either of you can say anything else, he gets to your apartment complex.Â
âThank you for actually taking me home this time, Shiu.â You try to laugh it off since the car ride surely turned awkward. Shiuâs eyes focus on your rosy lips as you speak, before looking up at your eyes. He licks his lips as impure thoughts begin to fill up his mindâ Heâs thought similar stuff before but never while you were right next to him.
âYeah, it was no problem.â He answers, and you begin to get out of the car. His voice stops you, and you feel a chill run down your spine when he says, âI can help you.â
âHuh?â Youâre not sure if youâre listening right. Did Shiu really just say that?
âI can help you make sure that Toji stops.â Shiu confirms, and your eyes widen. Tojiâs best friend just told you that heâd help you⊠Maybe Shiu isnât getting what your friend said.
âYou do know that what my friend was suggesting was me sleeping with someone else, right?â You want to make sure he isnât thinking of something else, and it shocks you when he nods in response. Youâre slowly blinking as you try to process the information. Youâre staring at him, and heâs avoiding your gaze.Â
You clear your throat before saying, âI appreciate the offer, Shiu, butâŠâÂ
But what? This is a great opportunity, also the fact that you find Shiu handsome is a bonus but you canât do it to Toji. You still care for Toji and you canât do this to him. Shiu is his best friend, you donât want to harm their friendship.
âBut we canât do that to Toji.â Is what you tell him, and Shiu slightly nods. Because even when you arenât together, you put Tojiâs feelings above your own. Youâre not planning to get back together, but you donât plan on hurting him.
âSorryââ He begins but his words come to a stop when you kiss his cheek. If his face was warm before, heâs certainly burning up now.Â
âThank you for the offer though, Iâm flattered.â
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This Helped Me a Lot to Maintain the State of Wish Fulfilled
When I started applying the principles of manifestation, I always struggled with emotions. I could feel very good about my desires and genuinely feel confident that my desires were mine. This great feeling of peace and happiness wouldnât last long, though.
One day, I would wake up and, for some reason, not feel so optimistic, but rather frustrated and moody. I thought that since I was feeling that way, I was no longer in the state of wish fulfilled and that I had âruinedâ my progress. Then I would get back to this state (after some time) and the cycle would repeat itself.
Until it dawned on me that my emotions donât have to be connected to my desires.
The truth is, life is cyclical. Itâs normal to feel great one day and then have that change the next day, especially for women who have hormonal changes throughout the month. So, I just gave myself permission to feel whatever I wanted to feel and STILL be in the state of wish fulfilled.
The state of wish fulfilled is not about always feeling joy and ecstasy from the fact that you have your desire. Sometimes you are calm and unbothered. Sometimes you might even get angry because of external factors. But it doesnât mean that you donât have your desire anymore. You have your desire until you assume otherwise. Nothing can change this fact except your own decision.
It felt quite freeing, actually, to allow myself to feel whatever I was feeling and still know that I have my desires. Whatâs interesting is that after this change of perspective, my moody and ânegativeâ feelings are so rare now. If it happens, it goes away very quickly because I donât suppress it and donât get stuck in it. Most of all, I feel peace and calm every day.
So, the moral of this story is to stop worrying about âruining your progressâ because you are feeling bad. You still have your desires, no matter what you are feeling. Itâs just a decision to have whatever you want. Itâs that simple. Some people struggle with manifesting simply because they canât accept how easy it is. You donât have to do anything for it or experience certain feelings, or think certain thoughts. You just accept the fact that whatever you desire is already yours. Walk in this truth. Persist in being a person who has your desires.
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