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owliellder · 10 months

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Handle with Care

Leon Kennedy x afab Demon! Reader

MDNI 18+

Description: Still brand new to working as a STRATCOM agent, Leon and another young agent are sent to investigate similar reports of a strange creature roaming a small town. (Taking place a year after RE2)

Warnings: Porn with plot, slight dub-con, no use of y/n, minor violence, guns, knives, a lil sprinkle of angst, swearing, manipulation, mentions of blood, non-detailed description of animal death.

Tags: Significant size difference, Dominant! reader, Submissive! Leon, enemies to lovers, unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), semi-public sex, dirty talk, praise + degradation kink, neck biting, hickeys, begging, possessive behavior, spit kink, light choking, oral sex (cunnilingus and a slobbery blowjob), multiple orgasms, creampie, slight aftercare

this is my first fic, I have zero idea what I'm doing. I just needed some crazy self indulgence. pacing is probably super weird cause i'm really tired. kinda did this to stay awake at work. also this is not proofread, so if you see a super random word just know i'm sleep deprived and autocorrect is wack

It was late when Leon and another agent around his age, Trevor, were sent out to a small town neighboring Omaha, having been briefed on their task a couple days beforehand.

"...an easy task. I trust it won't take you two long to have it under control" an older man grumbled out, looking at the two young men sitting across from him at his desk as they looked over the vague information handed to them moments prior. The man leaned back in his office chair, letting out a low sigh at their worried looks. "You're not made to handle it yourselves, just have to follow protocol; call it in, keep the area secure, and the subject contained to the best of your abilities while you wait for us. Got it?"

Leon was the first to nod, which prompted Trevor to do the same, albeit less confidently. "Understood, Commander..." Leon responded, his voice wavering ever so slightly as the situation slowly dawned on him.

He hadn't dealt with anything like this since Raccoon City, which was still fresh in his mind. The screams, the blood, the bodies-

"I'm putting a lot of faith in the two of you." The commander's voice cut through Leon's thoughts, pulling him out of his small trance long enough to respond quickly. "Thank you for trusting us with this, Commander. We'll act accordingly."

Trevor was busy tapping his fingers against the steering wheel of the unmarked black SUV they were in, slowly driving around the empty streets of the town in search of their target. They had to remain vigilant, which meant no music. Talking, however, was allowed as long as they didn't discuss sensitive information.

"It's probably just some fucked up dog." Trevor said, keeping his focus on the road with an irritated look on his face. "I was talking with some of the others before we left and they all said these types of sightings always end up being nothing..."

Leon moved his gaze from the passenger window to his partner, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. "Better to check it out than to leave it." he stated simply, his voice hushed. Don't get Leon wrong, he didn't want to be here either. It was already 1:20am and all he wanted to do was lay in his bed. He didn't feel ready enough for this, back out working to protect the people, but as an agent instead of a cop. He signed up to fight criminals, not horrors beyond his comprehension.

Trevor groaned, the car coming to a creeping halt in the middle of the two lane road as he dramatically slammed his forehead against the steering wheel. "I don't know, dude," he turned his head to look over at Leon, his lips pulled back in a thin line. "I just feel like we're being sent out on a wild goose chase. They have us training to handle the weirdest shit, yet they want us out here because 'we've had some sightings'?" Trevor sighed, lifting his head up slightly to throw the car into park before leaning back in the seat, his shoulders slumped. Leon nodded silently while giving the dramatic man an awkward look, slowly turning his head to look out the window again.

The SUV sat parked in the deserted street for over an hour before Leon spotted something out of the corner of his eye, lifting his head up from where it rested in his hand. He nudged Trevor, who was busy messing around with the pocket button on his shirt, before silently pointing his index finger towards the windshield.

"What? You see something?" Trevor asked, voice raspy from exhaustion. He squinted as he leaned forward, trying to focus on what Leon had pointed at. "I'm-.. I'm not seeing anything." Leon wiped under his left eye with an annoyed sigh at that, closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself. "In that parking garage across the block-" he leaned more towards Trevor, helping his gaze follow where he was pointing, "there's something moving up there. I can see light."

Trevor cocked an eyebrow as he finally spotted what Leon had been looking at, turning away to look at him questioningly. "....so?"

"So?! Are you serious?! Did you even read the file? This town has a curfew!"

"It's probably just some random homeless dude looking for a spot to set up."

"Even if it's just some random homeless dude, we're supposed to check out any activity we see tonight." Leon whispered harshly while he gestured for Trevor to start driving, which he did with an attitude.

The two drove over to the parking garage, Leon proudly noting the toll booth and the hours for the structure posted on a sign next to the barrier gate once they pulled up across the street. The other agent seemed less than impressed, shaking his head slightly as he parked the car, turned it off, and slipped out along with Leon.

They gave each other a quick once over, making sure they both had their proper equipment before stalking across the street and into the parking garage. Both flashlights now on, they cautiously looked around the empty parking garage, walking up the steep platform to the second level.

"I think I saw it on the third level, but they could've moved.." Leon whispered, his gun drawn in his right hand while the left sat over the right, holding the flashlight. Trevor nodded silently in acknowledgement, walking behind and slightly to the right of the Leon

The two men grew ever anxious as they made their way around the parking garage, slowing down their already cautious walk once the faint glow of a light could be seen hitting against the wall that held a single elevator and a door to a staircase. They paused briefly to give each other a quick glance before continuing on upwards, slowly rounding the corner while trying to remain as silent as possible.

Leon was the first to make it around the corner, if only by a second, before he quickly threw his hand back against Trevor's chest. He pushed the man back while stepping back himself, both hidden just around the corner by a large concrete support. Trevor gave him an incredulous look, though he made sure not to make any noise.

"There's something standing at the top." Leon whispered, clicking his flashlight off as he furrowed his eyebrows. The other agent followed suit, turning his flashlight off with a now very confused expression. "It was big. Looked like it was ducking underneath the beams.." Leon continued, his voice quieting even further.

Trevor leaned in so he could at least understand his partner, tilting his body to the right slightly to try and catch a glimpse of whatever he saw. "Okay, I'll uh-... let me head back down to the car so I can radio this in. Don't want the sound alerting whatever it is." he whispered back before nodding to himself.

"Yeah-..yeah, okay. I'll make sure it doesn't make a run for it." Leon responded, tucking the flashlight into its designated loop on his tactical belt as Trevor quietly shuffled back down the levels of the parking garage.

With his gun at the ready, Leon slowly peaked his head from the concrete support, trying to catalogue the details of the creature in his head as best as he could;

Over 8 feet tall, dark grey horns on its head.. those look like goat ears. what? ...muscular, broad shoulders... claws? Fur starting below the knees, cloven hooves, and is that a tail? Okay... is it not wearing clothes- what the hell am I looking at?

Leon's expression gradually turned more into a more baffled look as he took in the creature's features. He could only tell so much, considering its back was facing him. The fuck is it doing?

The young man figured his partner didn't want to radio him to tell him he alerted the higher ups, seeing as the sound might give away his position, so he remained in position.

...

He swore he only looked away for a second, but the creature had vanished, the faint sound of its hooves striking the pavement echoing through the parking garage. Assuming the creature was continuing to walk upwards, he quickly moved from his hiding spot to shuffle upwards, remaining slightly crouched down as he positioned his gun in front of him. Noticing the dead deer sitting near the corner of the lot, he grimaced. The poor thing was torn to shreds. Leon shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand as be pressed his back against the next concrete column that stood where the next corner was, taking a moment to breathe before cautiously peaking his head around it.

"Boo."

A face meeting his startled him backwards, almost losing the grip he had on his gun. He could hear a breathy laugh as he attempted to quickly reorient himself.

"You know I could hear you down there." You spoke with a smirk, standing upright fully so you were towering over Leon, looking down at him. "Im not deaf."

Leon shakily held his gun out towards you, taking quick steps back to add distance. "Stay-.. Stay right there! Don't move any closer or I'll-"

"You'll what? You'll shoot me? Gonna call for your friend?" Cutting him off with a low chuckle, you stared down at him with lidded eyes, smirk growing at his obvious fear. When he didn't respond, you took a large step closer to him which caused him to scramble back, almost tripping over himself.

You crouched down again, smirk slowly turning to a frown as you glared at him. "Thaaat's right. I didn't think so." There was a brief moment of silence before you took a couple quick steps forward, smacking the gun out of his hands with a snarl. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter, sliding numerous feet away.

Leon only had his knife left, but he was frozen with fear. Grabbing the front of his shirt, you yanked him upwards slightly as you tilted your head down to breathe him in, closing your eyes all the while. A low purr rumbled from your chest as you took in his scent, further burying your face into his neck before slowly pulling back to lick your lips.

He was stuck watching your obscenely long and pointy tongue poke out from your mouth, your sharp teeth and large canines on full display as you grinned at his scared expression. "You reek of fear. Not built for whatever job has you out here watching me."

With that, you let go of him. He fell to the floor with a pained gasp, his knees having buckled the moment you grabbed him.

You stood back up fully once more, staring down at Leon with an almost curious expression as he looked back up at you. He was on the verge of tears. He knew he wasn't ready to fight the infected again, but he wasn't expecting whatever you are to be so... different...

"What's the matter, sweet boy? Demon got your tongue?" You smirked again, hooves scraping against the pavement as you crept towards where he laid. He let out a small whimper, tears beginning to fall from his eyes as he watched you move closer. Once your hooves sat where his feet were, you let out a sigh, expression softening.

You hunched over, carefully unclipping his tactical belt from his waist before tossing it in the general direction his gun went minutes ago. Leon closed his eyes with a soft sob, expecting the worst as you now stood right over the top of him. Instead, he felt your large hand gently caress his cheek, wiping away the tears that fell.

Looking up at you through watery eyes, he sniffled, bottom lip trembling as he gave you a confused look. "I know I should just kill you now, but god, you're probably the most adorable human I've seen." You hummed, shifting slightly so your knee sat between his legs when you crouched down. "Got that cute pouty lip, pretty eyes..." your voice trailed off slightly as you complimented the frightened agent laying underneath you.

Leon was even more confused now, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as you continued to stroke his cheek. He didn't try to move out from underneath you, but he wanted to.

"I can tell you're just a fragile one." You spoke, your voice falling to a low growl. "Shouldn't be working with things like me. You'll get hurt..." Leon let out a gasp as you suddenly grabbed the tops of his clothed thighs, pulling him closer to you. "W-wait! Wait! Wait!" He yelled, finally willing his hands to move so he could try and pull yours from his legs. "D-don't-!"

You shushed him softly, hunching over him so your face was right above his. Your sharp claws dug into his thighs as you tightened your grip, not enough to break skin but enough to be uncomfortable. "I won't hurt you, sweet thing. Just wanna get a better look at you..."

As you began to run your hands up from Leon's thighs to his waist, he couldn't help but look down towards your hands, his brain suddenly processing the fact that your naked and very human-like! Despite the demonic features, of course. Your breasts were fully in view to him, and though your crotch was also in view, it was covered in a thick patch of fur.

"H-hey, don't- what are you doing...?" Leon spoke, his voice shaky and hushed. Growing awkward with the strange situation, he began to squirm a bit under your touch, the flush on his cheeks from his crying quickly deepening with embarrassment.

"Stop moving.." You growled into his ear, voice low and commanding. You watched your hands trail around his body, claws snagging quite a few times on the fabric of his clothes. You took the opportunity to bury your face into his neck again, breathing in his sweet musk.

Leon had no idea what was going on. Obviously this was better than being mauled to death, but he wasn't trained for *this*. Aggressive monsters he could handle, what was he suppose to do with the ones that apparently want to seduce him? He was hoping Trevor would come back soon, but he probably decided to wait outside the parking garage to make sure this beast didn't make a run for it.

"C-can I just-?" "No." You were quick to cut him off, face still buried in his neck while you felt him up.

He'd be lying if he said the attention wasn't making him hard, even if the situation was weirding him out. He hadn't touched himself in over a year since all he felt was shame and guilt every time he tried, the trauma Raccoon City caused really did a number on his psyche.

Your hands were warm, large, Leon didn't know how he felt about it. He was only a couple inches away from being 6 feet, but there was something about having a beast that was so much bigger touch him this way. It was freeing.

The sound of Leon's static filled radio echoing from across the pavement caused you to turn your head to look over at it, those goat ears of yours perking up as you listened. Kinda cute for a demon. "Looks like your friend is calling for you.." you whispered, slowly standing up while bringing him up with you by the collar of his shirt.

You dragged him over to the radio, yanking it from the belt before holding it up to mouth. "Go on. Why don't you tell him you've got it under control?" your voice was so sultry now. It made him shiver.

Leon did as he was told, watching you press the button so he could tell Trevor that he lost track of you and that he was going to survey the rest of the parking garage's levels before coming back down. You listened with a smirk as Trevor quickly responded back, acknowledging his decision.

You let the radio fall once it went silent, what sounded like a purr rumbling from your throat as you wrapped your arms loosely around his chest, hands pressed flat against his pecs with clawed fingers splayed out. "Good boy, Leon..." you cooed into his ear, having heard his name when Trevor responded through the radio.

Leon swallowed dryly at your praise, his blush immediately returning before looking down at your hands, watching as you began to unbutton his shirt. "Come on now... Let me take care of you.."

Something must be laced with your voice cause it was really starting to fog his mind. He should be scared, fighting for his life, shouting for help, anything, but he couldn't. He was too focused on the way your hands felt against his now exposed skin, helping you as you gently pulled his shirt off his shoulders and out from where it was tucked into his pants.

The agent let you guide him back down to the ground, watching as you unbuttoned his pants, sitting propped up on his elbows. The hook on your claw grabbed the hole in his zipper, pulling it down slowly. You instructed him to lift his hips, and from there, both his pants and boxers were swiftly tugged down and tossed aside.

It was a warmer night, thank god, so he didn't have to worry about freezing to death. Gave him room to worry about those claws as your hand wrapped around his dick. He groaned weakly at your grip, eyes closing partially as his blush spread down to his exposed chest.

"Such a pretty cock, but I wouldn't expect anything else from a pretty boy like you." You chuckled lowly, your breath hot against his dick as you languidly stroked it. Before he knew it, your tongue had come back out of your mouth to take the place of your hand, wrapping it around his shaft.

It was such an intense feeling; the way the tip of his cock sat against your tongue in your mouth, how it wriggled around every inch of his thick sex, the amount of drool that oozed from your mouth, running down your tongue so it absolutely coated him. The wet sound it made was so obscene.

Leon covered his mouth with his left hand while the right weakly gripped one of your horns, wanting to muffle his whimpers and moans so they wouldn't echo and alert the other agent just outside. He still babbled on quietly; "F-fuck..ple-ase, thatfeelssogood-.. fuck! oooh god... pleasepleaseplease-..!"

You chuckled softly, moving your head down to wrap your mouth fully around his cock, continuing to work your tongue around it as you sucked simultaneously. You repeated the process a few times, pulling your head back to stroke him with your tongue before sucking again. His noises were so pathetic, it was adorable.

Eventually, you pulled your head away fully, tongue slowly unraveling from his cock with a breathy laugh. Leon whined loudly, looking absolutely spent, his face fully flushed pink and his eyes closed, now fully laying back against the rough pavement. You hadn't let him finish, he was so close.

"You taste as sweet as you look..." You hummed, licking your lips to savor the taste of the man. It was easy to manhandle to sit up on his knees, watching in a trance as you turned around, laying your chest flat against the ground as you kept your ass lifted up. "Come on, baby boy. Let's put that mouth of yours to good use.."

Your tail, long and thick, snaked around Leon's neck, squeezing ever so gently as you used it to pull his face down into your crotch. He groaned, bringing his shaking hands up to part the fur covering your cunt before quickly starting to lap at your folds, whimpering at the taste.

You smiled, letting out a soft sigh as he moved his hand underneath to circle your clit with his thumb. You made sure to keep your tail wrapped around his neck, keeping his face firmly pressed into your pussy. He was good with his mouth, whimpering and moaning into you every time you praised him;

"Good boy..."

"Doing such a good job for me.."

"That's right, use that pretty mouth."

"Bet you look adorable, all messy and pussydrunk.."

Leon felt so good, weakly stroking his cock with one hand while he kept your pussy parted with the other, his lips and chin wet with your slick as he continued to eat you out sloppily. He was soaking up your words like a sponge, it's been so long since he'd been taken care of like this. Who knew all he needed was a bit of some domineering attention? Doesn't really matter if it's coming from a demon or not, apparently.

His dick was still fully covered in your saliva, making it all the more nicer to stroke it while he tended to you. The feeling of your tail wrapped around his neck, your sultry voice speaking words of encouragement, the taste and smell of your cunt, and the way his hand thrusted lazily over his cock caused his orgasm to quickly build up, whispering rambled nonsense as he spurted cum across the floor underneath you with weak moans and shuddering breaths.

You cooed, moving your tail from around his neck down to his waist, pulling him up so he was standing on his knees and not sitting back on his haunches anymore. He moved his hands up to stabilize himself, holding tightly onto your hips with a dazed expression.

"Felt good, didn't it, handsome?" You whispered, prompting him to nod lazily as he stared down at your ass, moving his right hand to grab at the base of your tail. Wonder how that works..

You chuckled, furry ears tilting back to listen in on him easier. "Well don't leave me hanging, baby. I can feel you pressing against my leg.." You pulled him closer with your tail, causing his dick to grind against the inside of your thigh.

Leon groaned at that, so sensitive from his orgasm barely a minute ago. He was already rock solid again, letting his hands feel around your ass for a moment before standing up a bit so he could position himself at your leaking hole. He steadied his hands, gripping your hips tightly as he pushed himself into you slowly.

Despite being vastly bigger than him, you were still so tight, wrapping around his cock so good, all warm and soft inside. He let out a long and drawn out whine, throwing his head back as he clenched his teeth. "I-oh god you're so soft-..f-fuck! So wet.. hghh~.. shitshitshit-" He trembled as he began to thrust, drooling onto your lower back a bit as he worked himself in and out.

Leon's pace rapidly sped up, the sound of wet skin slapping and your moans echoing quietly as he was brought closer to another orgasm. He was still reeling from the first one, moving his right hand up to tightly grab the base of your tail again to use as leverage for his fast and sloppy thrusts.

He came again with a strangled cry, feeling your silky walls milk him dry. It had been so long since he'd even cum once. His body continuing to tremble as he carefully slipped his overly sensitive cock out of your entrance, whimpering quietly with every ragged breath he let out. You let your tail slowly slip from around him so he could lay back against the concrete column, standing up with a satisfied hum as his cum dribbled out of you.

Seconds later, you began to collect his abandoned clothing, giving him the few moments to calm down and recollect himself a bit. Once you had gathered all of his items, you helped him redress, even buttoning up and tucking his shirt into his pants for him. All he could do was stare at your hands as they fixed him up, dazed and tired.

"There we go. Back to looking all professional." You giggled, bending down a bit to nip at Leon's neck. His hands immediately flew into your hair, moaning as you licked and sucked at his adam's apple. You pulled away soon after to admire your work as the hickeys already began to show, a few red indents left from your sharp teeth.

"If anyone asks, you won the fight. Okay, baby boy?"

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vasito-de-leche · 6 months

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okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way.

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 fanfic #reverse 1999 forget me not #forget me not #outing myself as a huge fuckin religion/devotion as a metaphor for relationships freak #and as a hand freak as well. love it when the smallest acts of intimacy are the BIGGEST FUCKING DEALS for characters who are touchstarved #i love writing reader inserts from the pov of the character instead of the reader like #what goes in their head and shit??? THE INNER MONOLOGUES AND DRAMA ?????#FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!!#soggiest wettest most pathetic man at manus vindictae #i hope i got his whole fuckin two faced and contradicting mentality across. mf is not having a good time healing but my GOD hes. trying #he hates you but he loves you but god he hates you so much but yeah he'll still worship the ground you walk on #the title is a pun btw. scales. musical scales. his snake scales #IM VERY SMART

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Accidentally Happily Ever After: Chapter 2

This story was never meant to turn into a 4k+ words per chapter story, but here we are! The second chapter is up for the Sanemi x Y/N unplanned pregnancy story! I hope you enjoy reading it! likes, comments and shares are always welcome!

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Chapter 2: I'm gonna love you, like I'm gonna lose you (over 4k words)

Summary: Y/N moves in with Sanemi and they begin their life together. Some domestic bliss, some angst and a whole lot of gratuitous smut

CW: AFAB reader, AFAB terms used to described the naughty bits, lots of smut, MDNI, pregnant sex,

Sanemi pressed his lips together as he looked around his home. He had asked Y/Ni to move in with him. He still wasn’t sure what the hell they were, but he wanted her near, he wanted her here. He needed to know she was safe. That his unborn child was safe.

There were boxes everywhere. Her clothes haphazardly hanging out of a chest in his bedroom, her cookbooks in his kitchen, a box of her favorite books in the perfect spot to stub his toe on… He saw a sketchbook and picked it up, curious and distracted from the pain in his foot.

“Hey! What are you doing, Mr. Nosey pants?” she said, coming up to him.

“What’s this?” he asked, holding it up.

“My sketch book,” she blushed, holding out a hand for it.

“Whatcha got in here that’s got you blushing?” he asked, holding it higher, out of her reach.

“Just give it back,” she said, opening and closing her outstretched hand.

“I will… after I look in it,” he said, turning quickly away from her.

“Ugh, give it back!” she laughed, following after him.

He danced out of her way, leaping backwards with his incredible strength. She followed after him, every bit as agile as he was, chasing him out into the yard. He jumped back up onto the roof in front ofher. “Don’t even think of bringing your pregnant ass up here.”

“Then bring my book back down here, you asshat!” Y/N called, hands on her hips.

He grinned as she stormed off, realizing he was going to do what he wanted anyways. He shook his head, wondering what she didn’t want him to see. Jealousy went through him. Was it other men she was drawing? Was there someone else?

Jealousy coursed through his veins as he opened the book. Drawings of Rengoku (of course! The fucking perfect golden boy), Obanai, Kabamaru, that ditz with the pink whip that Obanai wanted to bone, Shinobu, that loser Giyu who pissed him off to no end, fuck even Genya and those 3 idiots with the pet demon? But not one of him… he saw a pack in the back of the book was dog eared, mark holding a place. He flipped to it, curious what was there.

So Y/N did draw him too after all, a whole damn section of her sketchbook was apparently dedicated to his ugly mug. He felt like he was seeing himself through her eyes and it made him speechless. She knew every scar on his body better than he did. She had drawings of him laying down sleeping, smiling in the kitchen, working out, training, fighting… him with his dog… “So she has thought of me as often as I have thought of her after all…”

He hopped down off the roof, heading inside to find her. Y/N was sitting on the floor of his room… no, their room, folding her clothes, humming softly. He paused, momentarily taking in the sight of her. Domestic bliss had never been his thing, but he suddenly found himself understanding the appeal.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” she asked without turning around to face him.

He set her sketchbook down on the small dresser she had brought with her.

“You’re talented,” he said, sitting down next to her.

“Coming from you, that's high praise,” Y/N smiled at him before leaning over and kissing his cheek, giggling at the shocked look on his face. She cupped his face with her free hand. “I may draw others occasionally, but you are my muse, handsome.”

He blushed and looked away, “Yeah. Whatever.”

She laughed again, going back to folding her clothes.

Sanemi reached over and brushed some hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I can’t wait to see the sketches you draw of our baby.”

She blushed and gave him a small smile, “For me… I can’t wait to draw pictures of you and our baby together. My own little family… something I never thought I would have.”

Sanemi noticed tears gather in Y/N’s eyes and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close, the other settled over her lower belly. “Never thought a guy like me would be sitting here, with his pregnant woman in his arms… shit, holding the whole damn world in his arms. But here I am. I promise, I will always keep you both safe… and I will be here, Y/N. Every step of the way, I’ve got your back. You’re not doing this alone, we are a team, you and me.”

She adjusted to wrap her arms around him, giving his neck a tender kiss before tucking her head under his chin, smiling as he gently kissed the top of her head. “Not just a team, Nemi. We are a family.”

“Yeah, we are,” he chuckled, kissing the top of her head again. “We are.”

3 months had passed since Y/N had moved in with Sanemi. She was starting to show and all of this finally felt more real. She no longer went on missions of any kind, though she was still assisting with training, just not as hands on as before. She helped out at the Butterfly Mansion when Shinobu needed help. When she was not doing that she kept busy taking care of things around the Wind Hashira Estate as well. She was happier than she had ever been in her entire life. Happier than she ever thought she could be. And she was soaking up every second of it, terrified it would not last.

She had come home the night before, her social battery fully drained. She needed some time away from the others, in her own space. She wished Sanemi was home but the work of a Hashira was never done.

Y/N laid down in bed, curling up with Sanemi’s pillow, taking a long slow inhale. She missed the asshole. He was trying hard to open up to her and she was falling even more head over heels in love with him every single day.

He did have a way of setting off her hormones though- good, bad, and ugly. She either wanted to hug him tightly, jump his bones, or strangle him. Sometimes all 3 at once.

She had never thought this was where she would be, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. She closed her eyes, hearing the storm whipping up outside, thunder rolling across the sky. She nodded off to sleep, hand rubbing her belly.

This mission had been a bad one. Dead kids were never easy… especially with his past. Sanemi could still see his siblings’ faces as they lay in puddles of their own blood… but it was even harder this time, knowing he had his own child on the way.

One of the slaughtered women had been pregnant… slaughtered like cattle with an equally wronged young child in her arms. He and Obanai had been too late to save them… but he had taken great pleasure in slaughtering that demon and bathing in its blood.

The trip back to the mansion had felt longer than usual, just wanting to see Y/N, grateful she had been somewhere safe. She was supposed to be staying at the Butterfly Estate when he was gone. He came back only to find out she wasn’t fucking there! She was back at their home, where she had no protection… no fucking help…

The speed he traveled over the distance was faster than he had ever gone before. His heart was in his throat, he felt almost sick with fear. What if something had happened? What if he was too late again? He couldn’t lose her! He had spent so many years so fucking angry… so fucking alone… he didn’t want to go back to that… he never wanted to go back to that… he couldn’t live without that crazy woman… and his child… his unborn child he already loved so much… He was almost in a full frenzy of fear when his estate came into view.

He jumped to his bedroom balcony in one leap, knowing she would be there. He moved through the shoji door at the speed of light, barely pausing to close it behind him to keep out the storm. He raced forward until he reached the side of their recently gotten western style bed. (It was easier for Y/N to get on and off already and she was only going to get bigger. Plus, bending her over the side of it was nice…)

He stared down, desperate for her to breathe. Y/N let out a soft snore, her hand moved in her sleep to rub her belly, like she was comforting their child already. She sensed him it would seem, she blinked up at him before giving him a sleepy, broad smile. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

“You weren’t at Shinobu’s fucking mansion.”

“I wanted to come home, big deal,” Y/N yawned, rolling onto her back, staring up at him as she woke up more.

“It is a big fucking deal! There is no one here to help you if I’m not here! There’s no one here to fucking protect you!”

“Nemi, I’m a Hashira. I’m far from defenseless or helpless.”

“Right now you fucking are though!” he snapped, his terror at the thought of losing her was overwhelming.

“Nemi,” she said, leaning forward to grab onto his pants, urging him forward. She scooted back and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him down with her as she laid back on the bed. She took his hand and put it to her face. “I’m right here. I’m okay.” She slid his hand down her body, resting it over her belly. “We’re both right here. We’re okay.”

He kissed her, feeling out of control and needing the reassurance that she was safe, she was okay. His kiss was anything but gentle. It was desperate, raw. But she needed this just as bad judging by the way she hungrily clawed at him as he shed his shirt, undoing his pants and freeing his cock and pumping him in her fist.

“Fuck,” he groaned, yanking back the blanket to show her nude form. “Were you waiting for me, beautiful? Wanting to be ready for me when I came home?” He moved his hand between her legs, forcing her thighs to open before he slid his fingers into her center.

She was already wet for him. He broke their kiss and moved quickly to bury his face between her legs, needing desperately to taste her. The sounds she was making and the feel of her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer made his cock throb. He shoved two fingers into her center as he worked his cock with his other hand. His mouth latched around her clit, sucking, licking and flicking at the sensitive pearl, enjoying the feel of her bucking against his face and her juices coating his fingers.

“More, Nemi, need you, need your cock,” she moaned, grinding against his fingers and pressing herself more on his tongue.

“Not until you cum for me, princess. You gotta cum for me first if you want my cock,” he said, licking up her slit from his fingers to her clit again. He started moving his fingers harder and faster, returning his mouth to her. The second his fingers found that special spot in her hot, slick core he went into overdrive, abusing it and her clit until she came, screaming his name.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he encouraged her as he fingered her through her orgasm.

He quickly shoved his pants to his knees, in no mood to stop to deal with the belts still on his lower legs or rid himself fully of his pants. He was too desperate to be inside of her. He needed the sanctuary of being buried balls deep in her cunt. Needed to watch her pretty face scrunch up in pleasure, watch her eyes roll back into her skull as he fucked her deep and hard, chasing away the visions in his mind of the horror scene he had encountered just hours ago

He slid the swollen head of his cock up and down her slit. “Are you ready for me, beautiful? Ready for me to give you this cock you want so bad?”

“Yes! Stop teasing me and fuck me!” Y/N said, still panting and shivering from her orgasm. The blunt head of his cock hitting her sensitive clit on every pass made her twitch on every contact.

“Shhh, I got you baby, I got what you need right here,” he said, lining up his cock and slowly feeding it to her, inch by thick inch.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he filled her, hers fingers digging into his sides as she wrapped her legs around his hip, trying to pull him deeper, deeper inside her.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he groaned as he bottomed out, flush against her.

“Don’t hold back,” Y/N said, reaching up to cup his face as he leaned over her, hands braced by her shoulders. “Take what you need.”

He kissed her, his mouth devouring hers, tongue sweeping in to duel with hers, dominate hers. His hips began to move faster and harder. He broke their kiss to rest their foreheads together while he pumped into her, “You doin’ okay, baby?”

“Better than,” she kissed him again.

“Good. Wanna make you feel so good…”

“You are, baby, you are,” she said, hands on the back of his head, kissing him almost desperately.

Sanemi realized at that moment that Y/N had missed him as much as he missed her. It was evident in the way her legs were still locked around him, her hands constantly touching him everywhere she could, the neediness in her kiss. She was addicted as he was, and it made his cock even harder.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter against him, onto his lap, fucking deeper into her. The feel of her pussy swallowing him, embracing him, clenching around him, it was fucking paradise. “Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby. Taking it so good for me.”

She clenched as he spoke, her hips were rocking and grinding against his, trying desperately to get some friction on her swollen clit, it was begging for attention. He grinned as he saw her struggle. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Is there something you want? Use your words.”

She blushed, it was like she didn’t realize he was literally balls deep inside her the way she flushed before she spoke, “Rub me while you fuck me. Rub my clit, I’m close baby.”

He growled at her words as he moved one hand to rub and press on her clit as he fucked her. “Like that baby?”

“Fuck yes!”

He adjusted his hips and his=t that special spot once again making her cry out and coat his cock even more. “Right there baby, right there?”

“Shit! Yes, please! Oh gods!!” Y/N cried out as he pounded into her. “Oh gods, I’m cumming! Nemi, I’m cumming baby!”

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he panted as chased own high.

He was so fucking close. She was so tight and hot and wet, fluttering and pulsing around him as she coated his cock and groin with her juice. He kept stroking her clit as she came. When she arched her back and called out his name, thrown into another orgasm she pulled him over that edge with her.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, Y/ N, I’m cumming,” he damn near whimpered, sweat dripping off his forehead.

“Fill me up, it’s what I want,” she said, kissing him and nipping at his lip.

“Fuck,” he kept pumping until he was empty, slowing to an eventual stop and resting against her. He moved one hand to cup her face, leaning over her, wanting to check on her.

Y/N covered his hand with her own, turning her face to kiss his calloused palm. “I’m okay, Nemi. I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

“I know, I know… I just…” he worried. He never wanted to do anything to cause her or their child any pain. That thought, coupled with exhaustion and the weight of this mission, took the last of everything he had in him.

“I know, baby, I know,” she smiled kissing his palm again. “But I’m okay, I’m better than. 3 orgasms and you’re home to hold me through the night? Better than okay. And it’s because of you.”

He kissed her gently several times before he withdrew. He plopped down next to her, finishing undressing before laying down with her and pulling her into his arms. He needed to feel her safe and sound, cuddled into him. The weight of her on him, the feel of her swollen belly against him… They were okay, and they were together. Nothing like what he saw earlier can happen to her as long as he is by her side.

“I love you,” she said softly as she cuddled into him. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

He blinked back tears as he looked at the ceiling. Why the fuck couldn’t he say it back to her. He kissed the top of her head, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other wrapped around her. “Same.”

She smiled against his skin and kissed his chest gently. “I know.”

He smiled. As long as she knew… that was all that mattered.

The next morning he was making breakfast when Y/N came rushing into the kitchen excitedly. She had something to show him that could not wait. “Stop what you are doing, right now!”

“What the fuck is going on?” Sanemi asked, arching an eyebrow.

Y/N gave him a huge grin, “Turn towards me and give me your hand.”

He set down the knife he had been using to cut cheese for their omelets and turned towards her. He held both his hands up showing they were empty. What the hell was she up to now. “Alright, now what?”

Y/N excitedly took his hand and placed it on her belly. She smiled as the look of shock took over Sanemi’s face. “That’s the baby kicking! You can feel it now too, right?”

Y/N was startled when Sanemi dropped to his knees, one hand rested on the side of her stomach, one arm wrapped around her hips. He laid his face on the other side of her belly, feeling his child moving within her womb.

Y/N ran her fingers through his soft, white hair. “Nemi?”

“Yeah, I can feel the baby moving,” he said, his voice a little hoarse from emotion.

Y/N held him closer, “I have been able to feel the baby moving for about a few weeks now, but Shinobu had said it might still be a little longer until you could feel it too.”

Y/N smiled as he pressed his lips to her belly, and the hand around her hips gripped a little firmer. She was thrilled he could feel the baby too. Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked down at Sanemi.

Her scarred up, tough guy, asshole, warrior. He was hers, and it was obvious how much he already cared for their child. Most people wouldn’t think Sanemi capable of being soft, gentle, loving, but he was. He was all of those things and more. And once again she felt herself fall a little more in love with him.

He kissed her belly one more time before standing up. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her towards him. He wrapped one arm around her waist. Sanemi gently kissed her forehead before kissing her upturned lips in soft, slow kisses.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. “So, what’s for breakfast? We are hungry.”

He laughed, kissing her one more time before stepping. “Omelets.”

“Oh, yummy!” She watched him grab an onion and start slicing it. She smiled knowing if she pointed out that he was a bit teary eyed he would blame it on them.

“I gotta make sure my girl and my baby are well fed,” he said as he worked.

“Want me to do anything?” she asked, leaning against the counter watching him.

“Nope, just sit your pretty little butt down on that chair over there and wait for your food.”

Y/N was hungry again. But it was not for more food. No, the omelet had been plenty. It was Sanemi she was hungry for. Something about watching him cook and now watching him do the dishes just did something to her. Maybe it was because he was shirtless and damn it was a helluva sight. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones? Whatever it was… she wanted her man again.

She got up and walked the short distance between them, wrapping her arms around him from behind, hands splayed on his stomach, she pressed herself against him. She laid kisses on his bare back. She smiled as she felt a small tremor run through his body. She kept peppering his skin with kisses, but let her hands travel up and down his front, barely touching him.

“Y/N…” he said, his voice barely more than a growl. “What are you up to?”

“I’m hungry,” she said, smirking against his skin.

“Oh yeah? And what is it that you are hungry for?”

“You,” she answered, letting one hand move down his front to cup his cock through his pants. She bit her lip and moaned softly against his back as she gave him a light squeeze. “I want you for dessert.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as she rubbed his cock.

Y/N kissed down his back until she got to the top of his pants. She moved her hands to his hips to help steady herself as she lowered to her knees. “Turn around.”

He did as she asked, letting out a slow breath as his lavender gaze locked with hers. She smirked up at him as she undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. No fundoshi, just his bare skin. She licked a line down his stomach from his belly button, trailing his light haired happy trail down to his groin.

She moved a hand to stroke his cock as she looked up at him. Gods, he was gorgeous like this. Cheeks slightly flushed, eyes wide open, mouth agape, totally focused on her and her alone. She leaned forward towards the leaking tip of his cock. She locked eyes with him as she licked his tip and took him into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of him on her tongue.

She kept their gazes locked as she worked more and more of him into her mouth. She missed being able to throat him, but damn pregnancy had made her gag reflux even more sensitive.

“You look so pretty like that,” he panted, leaning against the counter and burying one hand in her hair, cupping her head as she worked him. “So pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

She moaned around his cock, she had one hand helping her work his cock, lathered in her spit, and one hand moved to fondle his sack. She loved the way he whimpered and began thrusting into her mouth, his thrusts controlled so he didn’t go too deep.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good with that mouth,” Sanemi moaned.

Y/N lifted her mouth off his cock, still stroking it, she moved her mouth to lick and suck at his balls. So full, so sensitive. He whimpered, holding her head closer. He loved when she sucked his sac, even if he would never admit it out loud. She gave equal attention to both sides before returning her mouth to his cock.

“If you keep this up, I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he warned her, knowing her gag reflex was sensitive.

“Is there somewhere else you would rather cum?” she asked, stroking his cock and looking up at him.

“I wanna cum in your pussy,” he said, pulling her back by her hair and helping her stand up.

Keeping her head pulled back he kissed her passionately while his other hand yanked off her belt and ripped open her robe so he could grope at her tender breasts. He dipped down, lifting her up and spinning around to put her on the counter he had just been leaning against.

He kissed down her body like he was ravenous, leaving marks and wet patches as he went until he reached his destination. He shoved her legs apart, pulling her closer to the edge of the counter.

Y/N placed her hands behind her and braced her feet on the edge of the counter, spreading herself as wide as she possibly could, giving him as much access as possible. She could feel how wet she was. The way he licked his lips before he lowered his mouth to her was absolutely wicked.

“Fuck, so wet baby,” he moaned against her, licking up and down her slit with the width of his tongue.

“All for you baby,” she said, biting her lip as her hips moved against his face. He added two fingers to her dripping cunt as his mouth moved to her clit.

“I love the way pregnancy has changed your body, did you know that?” he asked as he moved to kiss her.

She wiped his mouth with a hand and it made him chuckle. She moaned into his kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. His fingers were still working blissfully in and out of her dripping hole.

“I love how much more sensitive you are. Your tits are getting bigger, look so fucking good, baby.” He kissed down her body to her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply and rolling it with his tongue. Y/N’s hand clutched his head to her chest, pressing herself against him, more, she wanted more.

He kissed lower. “Seeing your belly start to swell with my baby in there, fuck, Y/N, it’s so god damn sexy.”

He laid a trail of kisses down her body, over her belly, and down. He looked up as he scissored his fingers inside her, making her cry out. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it back and forth as his fingers fucked into her hole. “And your pussy, gods, baby. You’re so sensitive, and you get so wet for me. Almost dripping for me… fuck… you’re incredible baby…”

She whimpered at his words. The way he worshiped her body, and told her how beautiful she was as it was changing meant the world to her. “Nemi, please.”

“Please what baby,” he asked, returning his lips to hers.

“I need to feel you inside me, please,” Y/N whimpered into his kiss.

“Anything for you, sweet heart,” Sanemi said as he lined up his cock and pressed into her.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips, locking him against her as she arched into him. She cried out as he started to move. He kissed up and down her neck, peppering her with kisses and praises as he kept a steady pace.

“Kiss me, please,” she begged as he pumped into her.

“Anytime, any place, anywhere,” he muttered before capturing her lips.

He leaned her back, arms wrapped around her so he could thrust deeper into her hot, tight core. “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.”

“So do you. Feels so good to feel you inside me,” Y/N panted, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red crescents in their wake.

He slowed his pace and started grinding with each thrust, rocking his hips against her, stimulating her clit with every thrust. He held her to him as close as they could get with her belly between them. He pulled his head back. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, locking gazes with him.

“We’re gonna cum together princess, and I wanna watch as you fall apart on my cock. Wanna… look into your eyes while I fill you up… fuck I’m so close, Y/N…”

She bit her lip, rocking her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum… I’m right there baby…” He shifted the slightest bit and his cock rubbed against that special spot in her slick walls. She cried out in pleasure. “Fuck, there baby, right there!”

“Oh fuck, your getting so tight on me, cum for me baby, cum for me.”

She cried out his name as she came, eyes rolling back in her head no matter how hard she tried to keep them on Sanemi.

“Fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl,” he encouraged her. Her walls flutter and clamping around him was his undoing. “I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming.”

He pumped a few more times before leaning her back on the counter and resting on his palms while he tried to catch his breath. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”

She laughed. “I can’t help it. These hormones got me craving you more than ever.”

He groaned, grinding against her, smirking as she whimpered, still so sensitive. “I don’t mind at all. If this is how I die? Buried balls deep inside of you… what a way to go…”

She laughed. At that moment the baby decided to make itself known, delivering a firm kick to the front, hitting Sanemi’s stomach. Sanem smiled, pulling out of her and leaning down to kiss her belly, smiling as the baby moved. “You gotta be patient, little missy. Right now I don’t gotta share her with you. You ain’t done cooking yet, Little Bit.”

“Little Missy?” Y/N asked, running fingers through Sanemi’s hair.

He looked up at her and smiled. Gods he had the most beautiful smile in the world and his next words took her breath away.

“Yeah, little missy… I hope we have a girl… and that is just like you.”

“And Little Bit?” Y/N asked, blinking back tears at his sweet words.

“Yeah…for a nickname,” he blushed. “Because our baby is a little bit of me and a little bit of you.”

“It’s perfect.”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 14 days

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Reichenbach: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done with Dean and his antics. You want to leave and you're going to do whatever it takes to make him understand that he doesn't have the power here. You do.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

Dean walks off without another word and approaches the piano in the corner of the room where the stage is. He sits down and plays some keys as if he knows what the hell he's doing. Your hand twitches because you'd love nothing more than to smack the shit out of him. Your gaze moves from him to the door behind him because it opens, and Sam steps through it.

Dean smirks because he knows he's there.

"Hiya, Sam." He turns and sees the bruises and cuts on Sam's face. "Who winged you?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not really. I told you to let me go."

"You know I can't do that. By the way, your pal Crowley sold you out."

"It sounds like him," Dean nods.

Dean gets up and faces his brother to fight him but you're quick to jump between the two men. Dean looks at you before turning his gaze to his brother.

"Dean, hold on a second. You don't have to do this. Look, we know how to cure demons. Do you remember that?"

"Little Latin and a lot of blood. It rings a bell. Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?"

"That was Crowley."

"It really wasn't," he smiles.

"It doesn't matter, alright? Whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it."

"Will we? Right now. I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it."

"He's telling the truth," you say to Sam.

"I'm gonna have to pass."

"I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me?"

"No."

"Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming."

"I don't care because you are my brother, and I'm here to take you home. Both of you."

"You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home," Dean mocks. "What is this, a Lifetime movie? With your puppy-dog eyes?" Dean laughs hard. "Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that."

Sam takes out a pair of sigil-etched handcuffs. Ones that will hold a demon no matter how powerful.

"You really think those are gonna work?"

"There's one way to find out."

Dean will kill his brother, and you can't have that happen. You don't care what happens to Dean and Sam, but if Dean kills Sam, then all you're gonna hear is Dean's whining when he's finally cured. You really don't want to deal with that so you turn to Sam with a glare.

"Get the hell out of here, Sam."

"No."

"I can handle Dean just fine. I don't want you here." Sam holds his ground but you're not done with him. "GO!"

For some reason, Sam trusts you. He doesn't know what's going on with you but he trusts you have some sort of plan to take down his brother. Plus, he's going to be nearby anyway so he decides not to make a scene and leave.

"Aw, you love me," Dean smirks.

"No, I just didn't want to hear you whine about your dead brother later."

You leave his side and go to the bar to order a drink while Dean goes back to playing the piano. Two ladies come up to him and flirt with him which he's into. If you're going to leave and trap him, then now's your chance. All you have to do is get back to the motel and you'll have everything you need to take down Dean once and for all.

You down two shots of the hardest liquor before grabbing your jacket. To get to the exit, you have to pass by Dean, and when you do, you lean in close so he can hear you over the music.

"I'm leaving you."

You only have a few minutes before he comes charging after you, so you have to be quick. The motel is right across the street from the bar, so you sprint to your room and slam the door open. The first thing you grab is the demon knife and stick it in your boot for later. You open your duffel bag and start throwing shit in there just to get it in.

Seconds later, the door to the room slams open and Dean is standing there with an angry look on his face.

"You're not leaving."

"Watch me," you laugh dryly. As you grab another handful of clothes, Dean grabs some from inside the bag and throws it on the bed. "Real mature."

"You're cute if you think you're actually leaving me."

"Are you really that insecure?" you ask and face him.

"Maybe if you had your magic, you'd be able to stop me. You don't, therefore, you're not leaving."

"Stop fucking bringing that up! God, you're so fucking annoying. You think you're better than everyone else because you're a Knight of Hell. Well, guess what, you're not that special. In fact, you're bottom-of-the-barrel shit that no one wants, and it's kind of pathetic to watch you act like you're not."

"Is that any way to talk to your husband?" Dean glares.

"You're not my husband," you laugh. "You stopped being my husband the second you got black eyes." You take off your wedding ring you used to love so much and throw it in the nearest trashcan. "There is nothing worse than being your wife, and I'm kind of glad I'm free from that burden."

Dean teleports to you and slams you against the wall. His right hand grabs your throat to let you know that he could crush it if he wanted to. His eyes are pitch black but that never scared you.

"I won't hesitate to kill you."

You smirk.

"You don't have the balls."

His grip on your neck gets deadly tight, and for the first time since he stole you from the Bunker, you actually think he's going to kill you. If you don't do anything right now, he is going to take your life without a second thought.

You reach down to grab the handle of the demon knife and stab him in the stomach with it. He lets go of your throat with a groan of pain. You suck in a lungful of air and shove him away from you. You take out the knife and stab him in the chest. This time, you leave it in there. Dean gasps in pain and falls to his knees, giving you the opportunity to escape.

You grab your gun, your phone, and your wallet. Everything else can be replaced easily. You're not sure where you're going to go but you need to get the hell away from him. The parking lot is nearly empty but you run toward the street as fast as you can. Maybe you can hitch a ride with someone if you can get there in time.

You look back at the room to check on Dean while still running but you don't see him there. When you turn back, you run right into his chest. You back up and aim your gun at him, but all he does is smirk.

"If the demon knife didn't kill me, what makes you think a gun will?"

"A gun with special bullets might," you smirk.

You shoot him once in the shoulder but it doesn't cause him any pain. All he does is look down at the wound in curiosity.

"I really do think humans are the dumbest creatures on Earth."

He goes to take a step toward but it's like he's frozen in place. He can't even move his arms. He's stuck there and a mocking smile appears on your face.

"You were saying? Devil-trap bullets really come in handy when you're dealing with demons. You can thank your granddaddy for this one. You're not so tough now, are you?"

Seeing him try to move makes you laugh.

"I'm gonna kill you."

"Yeah, okay. Don't hurt yourself trying. You know what's funny? Knights of Hell are supposed to be badass and fearful. Cain is one scary dude. Abaddon might have been an asshole but at least she knew what to do with her power. You? You're failing at something that's supposed to come naturally to you." Dean is seething with anger but you won't let him go easily. "It makes sense, actually."

"What does?"

"Why you're such a shitty demon. You were a shitty human, a shitty husband, and a shitty father. I've always been the better parent. I see now why our kids have disappeared. I bet they're happier wherever they may be because they don't have you to watch over them."

"Like you're so much better," he spits.

"Oh, I am. Do you know why? I never had John as a father. Talk about being shitty," you scoff. "I guess it's genetic." You turn to leave but aim your gun at his leg and pull the trigger. "One more for good measure."

You toss the gun to the side and leave him to stand there on his own. It's not hard to find Sam since he needed to stick around for whatever you were gonna do to tame Dean. He's outside the bar with Crowley, and even though they were across the street the whole time, they didn't hear or see anything.

"If you want Dean, you can have him," you say. "He's stuck in the motel parking lot."

"How?" Sam asks.

"Devil-trap bullets. Two of them, in fact."

You lead the two men back to the motel where Dean is. He has a much deadlier glare on his face which you ignore. Sam takes his wrists and cuffs them knowing it will hold him once the bullets are removed. You walk to the front of him and dig your fingers into his wounds to take the bullets out.

You make sure to make it hurt.

Sam places Dean in the back of the Impala while you gather your things from the motel. You pass by the trashcan and notice your shiny diamond ring still sitting there. Without thinking about it, you grab it and place it in a small pocket of Dean's duffel bag.

Once he's cured, he's going to find it in there. Maybe your point will come across then. Sam has the First Blade in his hands since he's considering giving it to Crowley for safekeeping.

"Pleasure doing business."

"What are you gonna do with it?" you ask and toss your bags into the back seat.

"Toss it into a volcano or leave it on the Moon. I'll get creative. Believe me, I don't want you or Dean getting your hands on this any more than Sam does." He turns to Sam. "Your brother knows I ratted. He tends to hold a grudge. I don't want to get boned."

"This doesn't make us square," Sam says and hands over the Blade. "If I see you again--"

"Oh, stop it, Samantha. No one likes a tease."

Seconds later, Crowley disappears from sight.

"Well, this has been eventful."

You two pile into the front seat and Sam starts the journey back home. One of the things Dean didn't do is keep his car neat and clean like he has since he was eighteen. It's filled with fast food wrappers, a few condoms, empty drink bottles, and other trash.

"This thing is filthy."

"It's just a car, Sam."

"Just a car? Wow. You really have gone dark."

"You have no idea," Dean chuckles.

"You claim to be a big bad demon who's strong and smart," you say and turn to face Dean, "but look where you are. You got outsmarted by a human. How does that make you feel?"

"Don't poke the bear, Y/N."

"Oh, I'm not worried. He doesn't scare me," you smirk and keep eye contact with Dean.

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It Was Just A Dream... Chapter Two

Summary: Frankie is all moved in, or is he? A cute game of cat and mouse has an ending you wouldn’t expect, Frankie’s mood swings end with an outcome neither of them expected. Words: 5,000+ Rating: 18+ Adult Themes Warnings/Triggers: Addiction, Falling for Your Brothers Friend, Language, OFC is somewhat described as someone with longer hair, but no race/eye color/body type

A/N: I don’t know much about addiction, just the things that I googled and seen portrayed on TV. This is completely an AU. I had the beginning of this story pop in my head randomly and thought it sounded fun to explore. Sure we all love Frankie was that sweet puppy dog…but what if he had his own inner demons he had to battle with. The ‘coke charge’ was mentioned in TF and I kinda wanted to explore that side of him.

**This is written asa first person, and it's my first time writing in first person, so please be gentle with me. I also include Frankie's POV which will be Bold and Italics

It took two days, four, well three and a half strong men moved all of Frankie’s stuff. My house might be small, but the best part. Despite only having two bedrooms, the bedrooms are huge. The guest room is slightly smaller than my master and there isn’t an attached bathroom but still plenty is space for his stuff. I kept the small desk there, well honestly that was the only thing I had there. Five years of living here and my guest room was still empty. Mostly why I think Benny volunteered my space, I was also someone he knew. All of Frankie’s belongings were still in taped boxes. We didn’t know how long Benny was going to be gone, it made sense to bring more than just a duffle bag of stuff.

It's been two weeks since he had moved in, his clothes still in boxes, extra bedding still in boxes. He’s been wearing the same gray sweatpants and black shirt since he got here. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man in specifically gray ones as much as the next girl, but he hasn’t changed. I don’t even know if he has showered. Seeing him all mopey is making me mad and slightly frustrated. I know he would much rather be back at what has been his home for years, but he needs help and I want to help. I just have no idea what I am doing. I’m feeling guilty making him move, and I know I shouldn’t.

Thanks to having no social life I had a lot of PTO built up, I’ve been off these two weeks trying to help him feel at home. It’s been mostly awkward living with him when it shouldn’t. Awkward grunts, one word answers, he eats alone despite my best efforts. Yesterday he came out of his room and talked to me, it was about a cricket outside his window that just wouldn’t shut up. It was the first time he seemed to be normal? Is that even the right word, what is normal?

It’s late afternoon, and he had been in his room the entire day. Walking past his room and I see him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the boxes sitting along the wall picking at his fingernails. He has had mood swings that have him going from happy to sad in seconds. I thought about walking past him again, keep going on with my day. But I couldn’t stand seeing the boxes still stacked. It felt like he was ready to move as soon as Benny stepped foot on American soil again, and I was terrified of seeing him live like he didn’t belong here. I stop and gently tap on the open door, “hey…you want some help with those?”

He doesn’t look up at me, instead he just continues to stare at the box, “there’s just so much, I don’t know where to start” he takes a deep breath hanging his head

I walk into his room, he is still sitting on the bed. I grab the top box labeled ‘shirts’ and then turn back towards him. I tap his foot with mine, motioning with my head he needs to move. He stands up and watches as I drop the box on the bed and start grabbing a few shirts and put them in one of the many empty drawers. I hear him sigh with disapproval and I look at him “What?” I groan in frustration

“They need to be folded neatly, and by color. As well as style, but it’s fine…it’s fine. I’ll just do it later” he rubs the back of his neck

Call it being a perfectionist, I call it someone who was trained that everything always had to have order. Everything needed to have crisp lines, be organized. Having its rightful spot, years of military training would do this to a person and I was all too aware that it wasn’t fine.

I pull the shirts back out of the drawer, hoping he doesn’t see my eye roll and I set them back in the box. I didn’t expect this to be easy, but I also didn’t expect I was going to have to be his mother and not a friend. I didn’t think I was going to have to tell Frankie to eat, to take a shower. All the things I thought he already knew, was he like this in rehab? “Then refold the shirts and put them in the drawer” shit was that too aggressive? “I think I might make you feel more at home if you do” I put a hand on his shoulder gently rubbing it.

I watch as he takes a shirt out, folds it meticulously. The edges of the shirt are perfect, he sets it on the bed, his hand running over the shirt, taking out any wrinkles. Every shirt has an order, by color, type, it is memorizing watching him as he moves. Folding every time with such perfection. I have to shake my head and snap out of it, I grab another box and open it to find it stuffed with boxers. He is completely focused on his shirts as I work to put the boxer briefs in a drawer hoping the fold in half method works for him.

I pull out black pair after black pair. There was an occasional gray mixed in. After seeing him in those gray sweatpants for the past two weeks my mind can’t help but imagine him in these and how great they would make his thighs look, his…’stop. Don’t think about that. He’s now your roommate you can’t do that’ all those thots fall when I pull out a baby blue pair with little cat heads wearing headsets. Different types of helicopters fill the empty space between the cat faces. I can’t but giggle holding them up, Frankie stops what he is doing and looks up, “care to explain these” holding the boxers in the air and shake them, I arch an eyebrow at him smiling

He reaches across and snatches them from my hands “nope…” he paused for a moment fold the boxers in half “you got them” he places them on the bottom of the drawer under the pile of black ones

“I did?” I truly don’t remember. One would think someone would remember getting boxers that looked like that

“Yeah, Christmas a few years ago” he returns his focus to the shirts in the box

”Oh my God, you’re right. I did” I laugh

”You said, that I was impossible to shop for, and you wanted something unique to remember you when I was away”

Frankie is the most impossible person to shop for. He always would say he didn’t need anything, he said to not waste money on a guy like him. He wasn’t worth it. I watch Frankie roll his eyes as I tell him again that he is impossible to shop for. A hint of a smile begins to appear and I think that we might have a breakthrough. I finished the box I was working on, broke it down and leaned it against the wall. Frankie pulls out his last shirt and folds it, setting it on the top of a pile. Grabbing the small stack he turns and starts to put them in the top drawer. I grab the box and start to break it down when I see a film strip inside. I reach in and grab the photos.

I stare at them, a clean shaven, wide-eyed twenty something Francisco Morales. I had a photo from this shoot, but I never saw these two. It was before his first deployment and the guys went and did some ‘glamor shots’ as a gag gift. Frankie’s in a purple shirt and leather jacket. His brown hair falling perfectly into place. The first photo his hands are in his back pockets. Showing off his impressive chest and broad shoulders, his smile that makes one’s heart beat a little faster and an instant panty dropper. The other, I swear, he could have been a model. His arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bursting the seams of his jacket, his lips pursed together in a brooding expression. Holy shit, he’s hot…“What do we have here?”

Frankie turns and looks at me, it takes a moment for him to realize what I’m holding in my hand. “Give those here” he reaches for them and I quickly pull them away

”Nope…” I laugh and hold them up, inspecting the photos a bit more

”Lex” he says, a bit more authoritative, it’s deep and it’s sexy. He takes a step towards me, I take a couple small steps towards his open door. I try to keep a distance between us

I have a small idea, “you want them?” I ask slowly moving backward closer to the door, he starts to close the distance nodding his head yes, “then you’ll just have to come and get them” I smile and turn to run through the door.

He bolts out of the room following me, I forget how fast he is and how incredibly silent he can be. He’s on my heels in an instant and I run a circle around the couch. Heading past him and into the kitchen, stopping at one end of the small island. He’s facing me on the other side “Lex…” he says. I smile, laugh and run past his outstretched arm.

“Gotta be quicker than that Morales” I ran around the house again, waiting for him to turn and find me again. I lose my breath as I’m back in his room, the bed as a barrier between us. I look at the photos and see him strut back into his room. I clearly didn’t think this through completely as I find myself trapped on the one side of the bed. Frankie blocking the only exit. He starts to walk around the bed, he’s standing at the end while I move further up closer to the headboard. I’m waiting for him, I have my escape planned. He fakes a step to the left towards me and I step up onto his bed. The piles of shirts start to fall when I bring my other foot up. He reaches across the bed, “Bad move, Miller” he snarls and wraps a hand around my ankle pulling it out and dropping me to the bed.

I hold the photos above my head, he pulls me closer. Placing his thigh is between my legs and crawling the bed until he’s hovering over my body. We’re both laughing and I struggle to keep the photos out of his reach. His large hand captures both of my wrists and pins them to the bed. I squirm below him, trying to break free. “Stop moving” he grunts, his other hand lands on my hip. Holding me tightly in place, my shirt slightly raised and his thumb slowly rubbing against my bare skin. Our laughter slowly turns into heavy breathing.

His face is so close, I can feel his warm breath. His eyes are so full of life now, I see the small parts of the old Frankie. The Frankie that became a friend, family, a crush. My heart is pounding and I am pretty positive Frankie can hear it, his hand is setting my skin on fire and I have no idea what is happening. But I want to kiss him, I want him to kiss me, I want to feel his lips on mine. “Frankie…” I whisper

“Hmmm” he leans closer to me, his nose brushing along mine

I don’t know what I was going to say, I didn’t imagine us ending up like this. I clearly didn’t think this through and I have no idea what to do. Time seems to move slow, and I don’t know how long we stay like this. His eyes focused on mine, I feel like he is looking into my soul. Does he want me to kiss him? Should I kiss him? His hand still wrapped around my wrists, the other still holding my hip.

“KISS HIM ALREADY” my inner voice yells. I finally make a move, I close the short distance between, my lips just about to touch his when my phone rings in my back pocket. His hand releases my wrists and he sits up on the bed. I close my eyes, wishing I didn’t take so long to make the move. I reach behind me, pulling out my phone. It was work, I smiled and mouth a sorry to him, sliding the answer button and bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello” I stand and walk out of his room

“Why didn’t I kiss her? She was right there…would she even want me to kiss her?” He thinks to himself, running his fingers through his hair

He looks at himself in the mirror. The same sweatpants he’s been wearing for well over a week, he looked like a hot mess. At least the shirt was clean, or he thought his shirt was clean. He sees the unruly hair, the 5 o’clock shadow had turned into a fully grown beard. “Because you're a pathetic loser, look at you. She’d never want you to kiss her” that negative voice inside him says. Frankie shakes his head, hands covering his face. He rubs his eyes and tries to remember Will telling him wasn’t. But the thing is, Will was never a very good liar and the voice becomes louder and louder.

“Fishie…hey Fish” her voice brings him back. He looks up at her “hey, you ok?

“yeah…yeah” he says, but her face tells him she doesn’t believe him.

“uhm, ok. I gotta run to work for a bit. I’m not sure when I’ll be home but there’s money on the table. Order some take out”

He nods, giving her his best smile and watches as she walks away. He hears the door open and close. Standing up he peeks his head out the door, he doesn’t hear her. He just needs to take the edge off. He knows he will feel a lot better when he can’t feel anything again. He knows he doesn’t have much left, but enough to last him at least today. He’ll worry about tomorrow-tomorrow. Thank God he hid the green can well enough that Alex didn’t find it. Just one hit, that’s all he needs.

“Take a shower, you’ll feel better after a shower. You’re better than this” he can hear Will’s voice.

It didn’t.

“Food, get some food. Don’t do this Cat” the voice says

My phone dances on my desk as I finish some paperwork. I had plenty of PTO built up, but the doctor's office had an influx of new patients and I was one of the few who knew how to enter all the data and get them set up. It wasn’t where I pictured myself when I graduated college with a degree in film. But it’s a good paying job, and it kept me close to home.

Fishie 🐟: u like Pad Thai 🍲

Me: Not really, and I don’t think that’s Pad Thai haha

Fishie 🐟: oh ok what u want?

I type back a response, telling him to order what he wants. The money on the table was for him to do what he wanted. I might not like Pad Thai, but that shouldn’t stop him from ordering it. I finish typing a few things and grab my phone. I walked over to some of my coworkers who were getting ready to head out as well. I lean against Laura’s desk. She was chatting with a few of the nurses, I watched my phone as the little bubble with dots popped up, then disappeared, appeared again, and disappeared again. I sigh, my head drops. His mood swings are driving me insane.

Me: I like noodles, with teriyaki sauce if that counts as Pad Thai

“What’s up Buttercup” Laura smiles cheerfully

”Have you ever had to help a friend with an addiction?” I look up, the mouths all open “seriously. A friend, not me”

“What kind of addiction?” Laura asks, she was my go-to at work. Her upbeat attitude always had the answers

“Narcotics…” I reply

Is this friend living with you?” a nurse asks

I tell them how the friend just got out of rehab, I leave out the part that the friend is a he, and the he is Frankie. I tell them how rehab said something about how they shouldn’t be left alone, doctors orders they need to live with someone in case of a relapse. “Sometimes I feel like I see the person I became friends with, then sometimes hhhh-they are a completely different person. Someone I don’t even know and it’s only been two weeks”

“Just keep being there for them, don’t push too hard. But they need to know you are there for him. I mean them, no matter what it is, they can trust you” she puts a hand on top of mine

“You can’t give up on them. No matter how hard they try to push you away, you push back. They’ll have their moments but like Laura said, you just need to be there. Letting them know you won’t give up on them”

“Thanks,” I take a deep breath and stare at my phone, he still hasn’t responded “I just wish I knew what he needed, he doesn’t talk”

“Give it time, he will open up when he’s ready”

'Did she just say he? How does she know' I think

I walk into the house, kicking off my shoes and dropping my purse off on the little side table. I hear grunting from down the hall. ‘Oh please don’t tell me he has a girl here’ I think to myself moving towards his room. “Frankie?”

T-Shirts he had just folded and pants were thrown into the hall. I move towards the open door dodging pants being thrown out as I get close, I look into his room and it looks like a tornado hit. The mattress shoved against the wall, drawers empty and pulled from the dresser, clothes thrown around the room. I see Frankie bent over in his closet he had on a new pair of dark green sweats on, he’s shirtless. Little water droplets still cling to his hair and a towel draped over the back of a chair.

“Where the fuck is it?!” he shouts as I watch him throw more things around.

“Where is what?” I ask, and instantly regret it

He turned quickly looking at me, his eyes filled with rage and nostrils flaring. I’ve never seen this look before, and he slowly starts to walk towards me. There’s an evil glint to his eye and it scares me.

“Where the fuck did you put it Alexandra?” He snarls

“If you told me what you are looking for…” I tried to not raise my voice, trying to keep calm. He needs me to remain calm.

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR! DON’T PLAY STUPID”

The yelling intensifies and I know the neighbors can hear us, stay calm. Don’t make things worse.

What happened to the Frankie from earlier?

“I need you to calm down, Frankie. Please. Just tell me what you're looking for and I can help” I wanna put my hand on his shoulder, ground him. Let him know I’m here, but he’s breathing heavy, his lip curls up in an evil grin.

“I know you have it!” he says in an oddly calm manner, “JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!” He yells

He takes a step closer, he raises his fist. I flinch as the closed hand comes flying towards me and it connects with the wall inches from my head. “Give it to me now Alex” he growls

“What in the hell is your problem!?” I yell shoving his chest back

“You! Benny! This stupid fucking place. I don’t want to be here!” His eyes begin to water and a tear streams down his cheek, he takes a couple steps back

“Fine, then fucking leave! No one is forcing you to be here Francisco” I try to hold back by own tears “I am sick and tired of seeing you being all mopey and shit. You don’t want to be here, FINE”

Shit…I am pretty sure I just over stepped. I go to open my mouth to apologize and there is a hard knock at the door followed by a “Police”

“You called the Police?” He shouts

“I’ve been standing in front of you the entire time arguing with you. When would I have had time to call the police?” I say, I back up and move towards the front door. The knocks become more aggressive “I’m coming!”

I unlock the door and see three officers standing there. They all have a concerned look on their faces

”Good evening ma’am. We got a call about some yelling and wanted to make sure everything was ok” the taller officer said

”Everything is fine. It’s great. Just swell” my words are dripped with sarcasm

“Do you mind stepping outside to talk to my partner Officer James” he looks over my shoulder and sees Frankie, “hey there sir. Mind coming over here for a moment?”

He is sitting on the porch as she stands by the car. He fucked up, she’s given up on him. He’s given up on himself.

“What’s your name?” The youngest officer asks him

Frankie reads the name printed on his chest. T. Baker. “Frank, my name is Frank and everything is fine Officer Baker”

Baker keeps asking bin questions. What happened, did she hit him. Did he hit her? How long has he been living here? What was their relationship? Frankie becoming more annoyed with each question. What did it matter? He fucked things up and he needed a hit more then ever. He was looking for his coke, she found him on a downward spiral but there was no way he was going to tell him that. Suddenly the questions take a turn, when Officer Baker notices a tattoo on his chest.

“What branch?”

“Excuse me” Frankie responds confused

“Your tattoo?”

“Oh yeah, Army. Special Ops, I was a pilot”

He has a tattoo on the left side of his chest, a helicopter flying. A sun and clouds shaded in the background. The helicopter with incredible detail, one of the ones he first learned how to fly. A few men repelling from the bird. Just below a group of trees

“Thank you for your service sir. Wait here, I have some stuff for you” Baker nods his head and walks to the patrol car

He watches him shuffle down the stairs, he sees Alex and for a moment they lock eyes. His heart nearly stops as he sees the tears in her eyes that she quickly wipes away. He caused this pain and for what, a stupid little hit that was nearly enough to take away the pain. He ruined everything. The afternoon was so great, and now she wants him out. Officer Baker was walking back with a stack of papers in his hand.

“For the hundredth time, he didn’t hurt me. He would never do that” I groaned. I have said the same thing over and over. Are they trying to get a different answer? Despite Frankie punching a hole in the wall, he would never lay a hand on me.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes taking in a deep breath. When I open my eyes, I see Frankie. His eyes locked onto mine. The hurt, the pain, he looks lost. The officer hands him a stack of papers. His hands shaking as he takes them, he turns his head down and he walks into the house.

“Ms. Miller, if you need anything else please give us a call” the officer sees his small notebook and sticks it in his chest pocket. “Have a good night” he walks past me and heads to his car.

I head to the steps of my front porch watching the officer who had spoken to Frankie walk down. He stops me before I walk past him, “he’ll be ok. Just give it time. I’ve been there. He’s got a good girlfriend, just be patient with him”

I stop in my tracks, my jaw drops. What the hell did Frankie tell him? “Wait…what?” I ask. But it was too late, the officer already getting back into his car. I shake my head and walk into the house locking the door behind me.

It’s getting late and I’m hungry. I walk past the hallway that leads to the bedrooms and notice Frankie bent over picking up the clothes that had been thrown into the hallway. I should say something, I should apologize to him. I get distracted, watching the muscles in his back strain with every movement. ‘Focus Alex’. What is wrong with me, this man just put me through a roller coaster of emotions. I can’t get distracted by something as stupid as watching him work.

I shake my head and walk towards the kitchen. I hope to find some leftover takeout since I know the fridge is empty. Instead I find the $20 left on the table in the same exact place I left it. I can’t leave, that would require me letting Frankie know, and it might be petty but I really don’t want to talk to him right now, maybe even for the rest of the night. I open the freezer and pray that the ice cream is still there. I open the door and find the pint of cookie dough ice cream still sitting there. I do a little happy dance and grab a spoon. I make my way to the living room and flop down on the sofa, turning on the TV and pop the top off digging in.

“I fucked up…” he says to himself folding the shirts, putting them back in the dresser. He pushes the mattress back onto the frame and sits on the edge of his bed. He looks up and sees the hole he had punched into the wall. An image of Alex’s face floods his memory. He fucked up so bad that she didn’t even say two words to him when she came back into the house. He left the pamphlets on the coffee table, she’s going to find them. He knows it.

The papers were for local rehabs where VA’s held sobriety classes. They had everything from AA to NA to Gambling. He didn’t want to go to rehab again, he felt more alone then he ever had there. That’s where he met George, well Steve really. He made it though those 30 days thanks to him smuggling in just enough coke to help them both function like normal adults. Nicole, well she helped in other ways. One keeping his secret and she helped him take his mind off things when he was able to bury himself in her. She wasn’t who he wanted, but she was there. She was a quick fuck. It didn’t mean anything, and he felt bad when he told her it wasn’t going to last when he left. His mind racing with all these thoughts, he’ll finish cleaning later. He’ll patch the hole tomorrow. Right now he has something bigger to take care of. He needs to repair this whatever-ship he had with Alex. He needs her.

He plops on the couch next to her, she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even look at him, she focused on the ice cream in her hand and the moving pictures on the TV

”Ice cream for dinner?” He asks ‘great icebreaker Morales, you idiot’ his inner demon mocks him

“Yeah, the perk of being an adult. No one can tell me what to eat Franklin” she stuffs another spoon into her mouth, “that and someone didn’t buy dinner like I told them too”

‘She called me Franklin…maybe she’s not that mad’ he reads her face, it’s softened…a hint of a smile. Then she said that last part, and it changes to instant regret. She turns to look at him “shit. I’m so sorry that was-“

“No…no I deserved that” he interrupts her, “can I have a bite?”

She eyes him, something between a grin and a smirk on her face. She sticks the spoon into the ice cream and scoops out a tiny pile, moving the spoon to his open mouth.

“I’m sorry Lex he says mouth full of ice cream

He looks at the ground, he’s picking at his nails. I can see the inner struggle he’s having and it breaks my heart, I have no idea how to help. I watch as his mind tries to find the words he wants to say. I go to open my mouth, but he stops me “I am really sorry” he says again

“What happened today?” I ask him setting the ice cream on the table and turning to face him

“I was looking for…fuck…I was looking for some coke. I thought I had some left. I am so sorry. I didn’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. Rehab didn’t do shit” he’s talking fast and I’m trying to keep up.

He tells me about George, how they were doing just enough to get by. Nicole helped them not get caught. He doesn’t know how George was able to get the contraband in, but he did. They exchanged information, and he was helping Frankie. He wasn’t doing as much as he used to, which I guess is good, he thought he had some left. A small tin can was what he was looking for, he was terrified that I found it when we were unpacking.

“How many days has it been?” I ask

“I don’t know, maybe five days?” He doesn’t sound very positive

“Maybe five days? How many days Frankie?”

“Three…it’s been three days and I am going crazy” he says ‘then we almost kissed and I panicked and I was on edge and just needed a hit’ he thinks to himself

“ok” she says and stands up.

“Wait where are you going?” He asks, panic setting in

He’s worried that she is going to get his bag, she’s gonna ask him to leave. This is too much, this isn’t what she signed up for. She’s given up on him. His head falls back, he wants this couch to eat him alive. He wanted to disappear before and that feeling is ten times worse, now that she knows his secret.

She comes back a large poster in her hand, the other has a sharpie and stickers. She sits it on the table and sits on the floor next to Frankie. He watches as she makes little boxes, writing dates, making a calendar. Her tongue peeks out of her tongue as she concentrates on the task at hand. He leans forwards, and continues to watch over her shoulder. She looks up at him, “ok did you use today?”

He shakes his head no “I couldn’t find it”

“right..” she puts a little star sticker on today's date “and you said three days since the last time”

He nods. She puts a sticker on the past three days

“What are you doing?” He asks

That was a great question. What was I doing? This idea sounded crazy in my head, even more crazy as I explained to Frankie. It would be like a reward chart. Something like when you were a kid and had chores, you’d get a sticker for each thing completed. The more stickers you get a reward. The more I say this, and look at his face of confusion the more dumb this idea sounded. He isn’t a kid, I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.

“This is stupid, just forget it.” I sigh pushing the stuff away from me

His large hands stop the poster from moving, he brings it closer.

“What is my reward?” He asks curiously

“Uhm…what do you want?”

“Pancakes…” he says

”Pancakes? Really?” and he nods “ok how about we start with a week, you make it a week, I’ll make you pancakes”

“With sprinkles?” His boyish smile is back, his eyes wide and I have a little hope that this stupid, wacky, insane idea might work

I smile and nod at him. I move to sit next to him on the couch, “I’ll have to go buy some. But sure, you can have sprinkles”

“Hey Lexi, one more thing?” He asks “Can we get some helicopter stickers?”

I smile and cup his cheek, my thumb gently brushing the trimmed beard, “yes Franklin. We can get some helicopter stickers”

ANN: A huge shout out to @musings-of-a-rose for helping me with this and giving me confidence to post this in first person. I am still terrified of it. @theewokingdead and @heythere-mel for listening to my random ass ideas at all hours. I love each and every one of you.

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ktmarison · 2 years

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ride the cyclone sentence starters.

' it turns out being told the place and time of your death in front of your family with a mouthful of corn dog at a fairground is the very opposite of fun. '

' meet my executioner. '

' i'm well aware rats cannot play musical instruments. '

' when you've been alone for as long as i have, you tend to anthropomorphize your friends. '

' the armrest to your left is yours. the one to your right is your neighbors. if you believe both armrests are yours exclusively, you are part of the problem. '

' this just shows the high standard of excellence ! even in competition against yourself, you can still walk away a loser ! '

' tonight, we shall raise a middle finger to that most ruthless adjudicator called time. '

' something doesn't feel quite right. '

' how can this be fair ? '

' what's the point of even suing ? '

' there's nothing left to do except to rot. '

' i hope i wiped my browser history clean. '

' i did not feel safe at all .'

' democracy rocks ! '

' even in death, i can't escape her ! '

' well played, satan, well played. '

' being the only gay man in a small rural high school is kind of like having a laptop in the stone age. i mean, sure, you can have one, but there's nowhere to plug it in. '

' i'm really freaked out right now. '

' do you want to know what really freaks me out ? '

' when a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. the lion gets jealous. sometimes so jealous that he eats the children. you'd think this would upset the lioness, far from it. they make love again as if the children never existed. '

‘ i’m going to stand a little farther away from you. okay ? ’

' ever since i was six years old, i knew i wasn't long for this world. '

' don't interrupt, sweetie. '

' i am the best by any metric of society. i get that. but if that is how worth is measured, i want no part in it. '

' okay, it's clear, i'm the top of this class. '

' fetch me a coffee, shine my shoes. '

' some of us are winners, some were born to lose. '

' he'll rob a 7-11 and go straight to jail. '

' what's he gonna do, solve a rubik's cube ? how long's he got if we feed him through a tube ? '

' he'll never learn to read. he's never gonna breed. he's going to jail guaranteed, and she's a freaky monster ! '

' we need a little less of them, a little more of me ! '

' you just told your best friend that her greatest achievement in life will be to become an organ donor. '

' that's okay ! it kinda, really, super hurt, but . . . '

' what i did there is exactly what you shouldn't do. '

' you challenged my preconceived notion that all gay dues are fun to be around. '

' sweet jesus christ on a bike. '

' i've seen the movie the blue angel about a billion and one times. '

' mom tells me i gotta try to blend in so i tried really hard to dial it back. '

' i wanted a man that would drive me to drink. '

' can you keep it in your pants for one second, you horrible succubus ? '

' i embrace a new man every night. '

' i want to be that fucked up girl. '

' i think i am in love with you. '

' i've heard that lie a million times before. '

' tell him that like him, i choose to burn out, rather than fade away. '

‘ that was dope ! ’

‘ level up ! ’

' in my country it is natural for two men to show affection by kissing. '

' there is a difference between affection and smut. '

' what's the lesson ? '

' not every story has a lesson. '

' every story has a lesson except saw five. '

' porno ? that is a genre. that doesn't tell a story. '

' i think it's messed up that we celebrate violence and demonize the very act of love. porno is magical. '

' i'm never mad at you. i'm just frequently disappointed. '

' just cause i'm all gangsta doesn't automatically make me a homophobe. '

' that shit was emotionally devastating. '

' we were engaged. '

' i have no respect for this country. '

' my life is awesome. '

' this beat is awesome ! '

' i am vulnerable now. '

' i lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood. '

' i wanna be with you, baby. '

' love conquers all. '

' look at me, i am physically weeping ! '

' and that is why not everyone should have a library card. '

' the world needs more poets. '

' and this is why you both sucked at math ! '

' there are no accidents. '

' since we're all sharing, i would like to talk about my religion. '

' for lo, i am a prophet. '

' i guess you could say i'm pretty sexy on another planet. '

' who are you right now ? '

' we need your fantastic seed. '

' i know you've heard the legend of the sexy cat women from zolar. '

' won't you please help save our galaxy ? '

' what would you do in my place ? '

' oh my goodness, what have i gotten myself into ? '

' i'm a lover, not a fighter ! '

' i wanna hold your hands. '

' i have no desire to rule the galaxy. to hold you close is enough for me. '

' i'm gonna give you the cliff notes for every prophet that ever lived: life is hard enough without making up reasons to be dicks to each other. '

' let's take care of each other. '

' for love is the closest you can come to another person, for it's the closest you can come to being another person. '

' and then peace was restored. '

' there's only one commandment in my bible. don't be a dick. '

' in choosing myself, that would be the ultimate dick move. '

' i'm the same person i always was. it's just no one ever listened to me. '

' if the holy people are to be kept harmless from war, then make all people holy. '

' we all know the worms must be fed. '

' my soul. is it here ? '

' cruel existence was only a shame. '

' won't you tell me at last who i am ? '

' i hear the anguish of the street. '

' if this is how i die, lord, why be left with no family and no friends ? '

' time eats all his children in the end. '

' this is no way to die. '

' isn't there anyone to tell me who i am ? '

' that song is so overplayed. '

' how did you find the entire meaning of my life in such a phrase ? '

' not even the dutch speak dutch. '

' i've never been drunk before. or kissed a man. '

' your life was tragic. '

' how do we know it's my birthday ? '

' what's a savannah ? '

' it's a fire sale in my brain and everything must go. '

' you know i envy you. '

' i was building a life and you were satisfied doing nothing. '

' i thought my life had meaning, turns out it didn't. '

' my death has really affected me. '

' naturally my death has affected you ! can't you just listen for once, without making everything about yourself ? '

' i lost my virginity to a carnie in a porta potty. '

' he had this tattoo on his forearm. it was of two skeletons having sex, and it said born to bone on the bottom of it. '

' after a while, i started feeling crummy about stuff. '

' i really wish i never thought those things. '

' i just wanted to do it, so i didn't have to think about doing it anymore. '

' i used to think that life was just a heart breaker. it breaks til you can't take no more. '

' there's nothing wrong with being the nicest girl in town. '

' you knew all along i could never do it. '

' no one will win here, and no one can lose. '

' no one keeps score of how hard we tried. '

' your lucky number is seven. '

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mageofseven · 1 year

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The Boys' Opinions on MC's Dog

Same premise as the one with the cat, but this time with my sweet furbaby Elsa~

This is Elsa, my babygirl 🥰

I adopted her a few years back during a time of heavy depression and she has boosted me up for the better.

She is a chihuahua mix (or so the people I adopted from guessed; their other guess was a terrier mix) and was found wandering the streets. They think she escaped her previous owner's backyard, but aren't sure because no one came looking for her. I adopted her when she was one and a half.

Before anyone asks though, I will explain about her eyes. Those pinky red spots are her tear ducts, as I was told. We call them her cherry eyes and she's had them since I adopted her. I've talked about them with the vet and the lady said they don't hurt her or anything of the sort; they just sorta look strange when they pop out like this.

There is a surgery to fix it, but it's was too expensive and then she might have to have eye drops in her eyes for the rest of her life (and she hates eye drops a lot). Overall, I feel like it would cause her more harm than good to do it anyway.

I made sure explain this because I've literally had people (both irl and through me messaging them her picture) react like "Dear god, what is wrong with her eyes!!!" And it's like chill dude and stop insulting my dog.

She's still a beautiful and sweet little girl 🥰💕

So yeah! She's fine so there's no need to worry about the cherry eyes. She is however partially blind in one eye, but that is because...well, she dislikes cats and in the beginning of taking care of her brother Beanie, she wasn't his biggest fan. One day she had him cornered, he swatted her, and I had a $300 vet bill on my hands.

She is a sweet girl though! She just thinks she's bigger and tougher than she actually is. I call her my little Gryffindor sometimes lol.

Elsa's other names: Elsa Mae, Babygirl, Baby Love, Little Love, Baby Angel, Sweet Girl, and Little Bitch (jokingly since the non cuss word meaning of bitch is female dog and she's little, hence little bitch lol)

And lastly

The Queen 👑 hehe~

Now let's see how the Boys' handle her! She is quite needy so let's see how this goes hehe.

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Lucifer:

Was honest less reluctant than he was in Beanie's timeline.

Lucifer preferred big dogs (evident by Cerberus), but believed small dogs have their own charms.

Elsa was just this little helpless girl and he quickly grew a soft spot for her.

She was bit annoying though since she was always crying about something

But she was easy to soothe and the pride demon did enjoy holding her close and comforting her

Once she got used to him at least.

In truth, Elsa is scared of men, something we guess to be a part of a past trauma, either from when she was on the streets or because her first owner treated her poorly.

Because of this, it takes her awhile to feel safe with any man

But Lucifer is very patient and soft with her and he soon becomes one of her favorite people.

She can often be found on his lap as he does paperwork and will gently distract him from his work with a nudge of her nose to his arm.

Though it was annoying to him at first, those brief periods of having to stop his work for a moment to pet the needy furbaby actually did wonders for his stress.

Overall, he finds Elsa slightly tiring, but very sweet and enjoys the comfort she gives him.

Mammon:

This dude likes making fun of the dog

And gets smacked by MC on the arm or back of the head every time they hear him say anything mean.

In truth, he does like the chubby little thing.

Elsa's cries for attention always make this need dude feel needed and that's a feeling Mammon really wishes he felt more.

He pretends to find her annoying, but in truth grows to love her.

Some nights he'll try to steal the pup from her mama's (MC's) bed just for the dog to turn on him and bark still the whole house knows he's doing shit.

Will sometimes bribe her with food to try to get Elsa to choose him over his other brothers and it will usually work since she's so food driven.

Overall, Elsa makes this man feel important and gets Mammon addicted to the feeling.

Leviathan:

This dog knows how to make him feel guilty and he hates it.

He can't even eat a meal without her staring at him.

Feels like she thinks he's some monster who would starve her just 'cause he eats his own food.

Elsa's big eyes are good at this so it's not just Levi.

The envy demon also hates when she tries to come into his room.

Levi isn't worried she'll mess with his stuff or anything like that since she's such a good dog.

However, his room is stuffed with things that could crush the tiny girl if they fell

And this man has too much anxiety to chance it

So instead she cries outside his bedroom till eventually she fall asleep against his door.

Almost stepped on her while leaving his room once and this dude still hasn't forgiven himself.

Overall is very anxious about her size and just tries to distance himself from what he sees as an incredibly fragile little thing.

Satan:

This man is a cat lover; we all know this.

Still, he treats Elsa nice enough.

Will sometimes have to excuse himself when she cries too much.

It really gets on his nerves and the Avatar of Wrath knows his limits at this point.

Will pet her and call her a good girl, but that is the extent of his interactions with her.

Another brother worried about Elsa coming into their room.

Satan has so many books and many cursed books.

The poor girl could get severely hurt if a pile fell on her

And there's always the risk of a curse one touching her and then Satan will have to explain to MC why her precious pup is now a baby chick or something like that.

It's just safer to keep her out.

Overall, Satan is good to her, but overall disinterested.

Asmodeus:

Omg she's too perfect!!!

Gushes over the furbaby and spoils her with love.

Will refuse to let her on his lap if she's been outside recently though; Elsa has dirtied his clothes like this in the past and it upset the lust demon when his favorite pants got mud on them.

Is usually the brother ready to snuggle her when she cries.

Overall, Asmo loves Elsa very much and will always give her the affection she craves.

Beelzebub:

The man who can never put her down.

This dog just activates his Daddy instincts and he can't help but take care of her.

Is literally terrified of stepping on her; he is a big man and she is a tiny girl after all.

This is a part of why he holds her so much; if she's in his arms then she can never be hurt.

Plus hugging her makes him oh so happy 🥺💕

Is the brother that helps with most of Elsa's needs.

Beel will trim her nails for MC, despite Elsa's loud wails the entire time like she's being murdered (she hates her paws being touched). It hurts his heart, but he knows it's good for her.

Will sometimes help MC give her a bath, but not always.

Her cry is extra sad and pathetic, enough to break the hearts of anyone within hearing distance and it's too much for Beely 😢

Finds it funny afterwards when she refuses the towel and dries herself on the carpet (she rolls around and does a funny dancer essentially) while staring at MC with accusatory eyes.

Unfortunately, Beel is always one to sneak her food as well 😅

Elsa is a bit overweight and the vet wants her to lose some pounds but this girl is always hungry.

For obvious reasons, this man empathizes with her and can't help but sneak her some dog-safe food at times.

Overall, Beel fell in love. MC may be this dog's mama but he wants to be the daddy so bad.

Please MC 🥺👉👈

Belphegor:

Gets annoyed with her easily and can say some pretty mean things to her.

Belphie doesn't mean it though! Boy is just grouchy when woken up and Elsa tends to do that a lot.

She can't jump on beds by herself so cries and cries till she is finally placed on it.

Once the pup snuggles up with him to join him for his nap, the sloth demon immediately feels like an ass.

Belphie is also the one Elsa runs to when there's a thunderstorm.

She'll hide under the blankets with Belphie and he'll do his best to stay awake long enough to give the shaking dog some comfort.

Overall, likes her but gets annoyed by her a lot.

Diavolo:

This man gets so excited when MC brings Elsa to the castle!

Barb has zero chance of getting the prince to do work when the sweet pup visits with her mama lol

Honestly, this man is probably one of the few Elsa bonds with the quickest.

Dia is just so happy and showers her in love and treats (he always has an excuse for MC for why it's perfectly fine for Elsa to have so many treats 'just this once').

Elsa will literally run to this man the very second she sees him.

This little girl loves her 'Uncle Dia' so much (and boy, does Diavolo love being called that 🥰)

Barb takes the interruption to the prince's work schedule in stride

And even will uses it a motivator to get the man through his paperwork without staring out the window for like ten minutes at a time.

Will often make deals like 'like finish x amount of papers today and I will ask MC to bring Elsa tomorrow afternoon and bam, the work is done in lightning speed.

Elsa is more of a help than a hindrance to the prince's work so it all works out well 🥰🤭

Overall, Dia loves Elsa to bits and wishes she could visit more.

Barbatos:

Honestly, this man is no where near as close to Elsa as he was was with Beanie.

He finds Elsa cute and a good motivator for Diavolo, but a bit of a trouble maker.

Elsa doesn't quite understand what the Little Ds around the castle are, but assumes they are strange animals.

She'll snarl and try chasing the Little Ds, only for some to push her back or scare her off, resulting in her running to Barbatos and hiding behind his leg as she shakes.

This prompts Barb to frown and make a small sigh before kneeling down and comforting the scared pup.

Elsa causes problems for herself and expects help from the butler; this is no different from some people he knows and so he is used to it.

I'll admit, he never completely got over the time she tracked her muddy footprints all over the castle after being in the garden on a damp day, but blames MC more than he blames the ignorant pup.

Overall, Barb likes Elsa, but is less than thrilled about some aspects of her.

Solomon:

Honestly finds the dog precious.

It takes a while for Elsa to get familiar with him and not let her fear of men include him though.

Solomon was patient though and had no issues with waiting.

Didn't go out his way to bribe or force affection onto Elsa; just let time do its thing.

Even once the two started bonding, Elsa would bark every time he comes into House of Lamentation.

Solomon just laughs it off and say HoL has a pretty good security system now.

Despite the rather loud greeting, the dog always has to sit on his lap for a bit and will whine to rush him to sit down.

Overall, Solomon likes Elsa and thinks she's funny.

Simeon:

#1 pet sitter right here.

This angel sees Elsa as one of the most precious beings he's ever seen and is always up for pet sitting when need be.

Despite her fear of men, Elsa was never the least bit scared of Simeon.

Why that is, MC has no clue, but it definitely made some of the other men jealous in the beginning.

Just Simeon's name alone will make the dog run to the door and whine, making her think he's here to visit her.

His name becomes a trigger word the residents of HoL have to spell in order not to hype her up for disappointment

Just for Elsa to somehow associate the spoken letters of his name to his name and react the same.

How the hell is this dog so good at spelling???

(She legit is. Spell 'treat' around her and she will lose her shit; idk man she is too smart for her own good lol)

They literally just have to refer to him as 'the angel' when he's not around, a fact that Simeon finds funny.

Overall, Simeon loves the sweet pup dearly and Elsa loves him to a degree that shocks others lol

Luke:

!!!!!!!!!!!

The best of friends, through and through.

Luke practically fell in love with the dog instantly and Elsa loves older kids so the feeling was mutual.

(She doesn't like toddlers because of the time my nephew hit her when he was two, but loves older kids who know how to be gentle).

Often begs MC to let him to sleepover HoL for a night so he can spend more time with Elsa and even snuggle her while he falls asleep.

Will also bake her peanut butter treats, a favorite of hers 💕

These two are freaking cute together and no one is immune to it.

Overall: Besties. What more can I say?

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me brothers #obey me undateables

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MONSTER MONTHLY: MARCH

Monster Monthly is where, for each chapter of release, information about a creature and or monster shall be revealed and talked about. As Well as what they represent within the story. This will be featured by Demon, F-24. For this issue, today we’ll be talking about the fearsome and dreaded Fire Demon Bloodhound!

Fire Demon Bloodhounds have existed since the age of gods and the creation of men. Bloodhounds, in a sense, are guard dogs and herders. Bloodhounds herd and chase the humans that have forsaken the gods and sent them to hell for eternity. Humans that attempt to escape Hell, Tartarus, and or the Underworld, have bloodhounds sent after them and dragged back for even further punishment.

Fire Demon Bloodhounds were all once human and turned into a hound for punishment and suffering. Forever stuck within the shape of an enormous wolf-like animal. Unlike the other monsters and creatures, they do not have the ability to shapeshift, and must instead borrow and change an already-formed human body to fit their needs. Most human bodies last only for a few hours before another body must be found. Due to a bloodhound’s abnormally high temperature, they constantly melt the flesh of the body they borrow and stick to their animal form.

Bloodhounds range from personality to being hot-headed or calm and collected. Though most are sadistic and loyal to their owners. As long as you treat them right, they are sure to listen.

Demon hounds act as wolves do, they operate in packs. Though there is no pack hierarchy, there are no alphas nor omegas. There are levels of respect, which are defined by the color of a bloodhound’s flames.

White & Black~ Highest Colors one can produce in flames

Blue ~ 2nd Highest

Red, Orange, & Yellow ~ 3rd Highest

Green, Pink, & Purple ~ Avg Flame Color

Grey ~ Weak Flame Color/Underdeveloped Flames

The higher the flame color and intensity, the more respect a bloodhound gains. Now let’s talk about owning BloodHound Tips!

DIET:

When owning and having a bloodhound, one must always remember they are carnivorous hunters. They eat meat only, fresh raw meat is always best. Due to their high heat, the meat is cooked within their stomachs and makes digestion easier.

EXERCISE:

Daily walks and chases. They are canines and require a lot of exercise to keep their body temperature low. The more stressed, hungry, and annoyed a bloodhound is, the hotter the surrounding temperatures become and could cause an uncontrollable fire. Until the hound gets what it needs.

BUILD:

Bloodhounds in natural form are quite big. Ranging from 6ft tall on all fours and with a length of 6ft. They take up a lot of space and are the size of most large cars and require a big space. If you don’t have space for a large wolf in your home, then the next option is to get a human body. Yes, it can be inhumane, but the fresher the body, the better. Allow your bloodhound to pick and mold to their liking. After a few minutes, their new body is ready. Make sure that there are no others around, for humans, it can be quite painful.

AND FACTS WITH OUR GUEST

Fact One:

F-24: Feline Type Monsters/Creatures are Bloodhounds’ mortal enemies. Some say it has to do with the ties both bloodhounds have with Tartarus and the god, Hades. Bloodhounds are also believed to have to share the blood of the Guard Dog Cerberus. While felines align with punishing evil and demons and come from the Egyptian Mythos. Bloodhounds are inherently evil. Felines are inherently good.

Fact Two:

F-24: The ability to take another human's body was seen as a gift and curse. That even though bloodhounds broke divine rules, they could still experience life. Though since earliest times, bloodhounds have used this ability to lure and trap humans. To grow their population since the age of gods has fallen.

WELP! That is all for the Monster Monthly Issue! Make sure to sign on for Next Month as we discuss Angel Harpies!

ISSUED BY H.E.A.V.E.N FACILITY, DISTRICT 48

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13 Books

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Not tagged by @softest-punk but I saw it on their page and decided to get involved.

1) The Last book I read:

Just finished Tana French’s “Broken Harbour”. I LOVE Tana French, particularly her Dublin Murder Squad series. I wasn’t very satisfied with the ending. It required too much suspended disbelief for me. Too many characters descending into madness at the same time very conveniently. But it was interesting to consider how many issues we cause for ourselves by attempting to be someone we think we should be.

2) A book I recommend:

Not to be basic Tumblr bitch but Neil Gaiman’s “The Ocean at The End of The Lane”. The way he can articulate the terrible things that happen in childhood, how we deal with them, how we carry the memories, and the effect they have on us for the rest of our lives left me shaken and breathless. ”You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.” I wish I didn’t need this reminder but I do, so thank you, Neil.

Plus, I find it fascinating to see the difference between people who can intimately relate to it and those for whom it is just a story.

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

Stephen King “The Waste Lands” The third book of The Dark Tower series. A book series that started out so promising and ended with me throwing the final book against the wall in disgust and cursing Mr. King to high heavens. For all the issues the final books in the series had “The Waste Lands” was an absolute masterpiece. I remember reading it on a train to work and nearly missing my spot because I needed to find out what happens next.

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

One book?? Right. Stephen King’s “Salem’s Lot”. It absolutely terrified me when I read it as a teenager. I loved the feeling of small town America invaded by the supernatural which he writes so well. Plus, vampires! I have a habit of re-reading it every time I go home, don’t really know why. I probably should get around to reading it in English at some point.

Sometimes I re-read books by accident. I consume so much crime fiction that occasionally I will pick up a book from the library and happily read it with no recollection of the plot only to be told by GoodReads I’ve read it years ago.

5) A book on my TBR:

I am beginning to think this list was made by someone who isn’t a reader. One book? I guess it has to be R.F.Kuang “Babel”. I really want to read it. It's like The Secret History but in Oxford! I know I will enjoy it but I only have it on Kindle. I prefer reading long books in their physical form but the library copy is in hardback so it’s cumbersome to carry around. Thus it stays on my TBR.

First world problems of a bookworm.

6) A book I’ve put down:

Dan Brown “Angels and Demons”. I knew about his reputation when I picked it up, but I wanted something mindless to read and thought it would be fine. Reader, it wasn’t fine. Terrible, terrible writing. I couldn’t deal. Turns out I do have standards even for my trash reads.

7) A book on my wish list:

Stephanie Foo “What My Bones Know: A memoir of healing from complex trauma” I’ve read so many books on trauma and complex trauma both for my degree and for personal understanding. Surprising no one most of them are written by men. I’m very excited to read female perspective on it, plus she talks about generational trauma which is such an incredibly fascinating topic.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

Alexander Dumas “The Three Musketeers”. I was obsessed with this book. OBSESSED. I’ve read it so many times I could recite pages of it. It introduced me to my first problematic fictional crush Athos, starting my love affair with all the sad tortured blorbos which going strong till this day. I named my dog Count de la Fere after him. I wanted to be a musketeer so bad. Still kind of do.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

It does slightly depend on a friend but Amor Towles “A Gentleman in Moscow”. I was so blown away when I read it. I gave copies to my friends. I talked to everyone about it: friends, people on the internet, strangers in bookshops or on public transport (In London! Imagine the horror!) One of my friends refuses to read the last chapter till this day because she does not want the story to end. This is probably my proudest book gifting achievement.

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

The OG problematic bae Lord Byron Selected Works. It’s a second hand school library's copy from 1950’s full of underlinings and scribbled notes. I love seeing evidence of other people engaging with writing and thinking about words.

Such a problematic person. Such a great poet.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

Cindy Crab “Things That Help: Healing our lives through Feminism, Anarchism, Punk & Adventure”. I found this book in the feminist bookshop in Brighton when things weren’t going so great for me for the umptheen time and it was like pouring healing salve on my soul. It’s not a book in a traditional sense but a collection of self-published zines collected into a little tome. It destroyed my very conservative idea of what a book is and how “professional” it should look that I did not realise I held until that moment. Most importantly, it reminded me there are other ways of being in the world that a conventional way of living.

12) What are you currently reading:

Teo van den Broeke “The Closet”. It’s a memoir of a fashion journalist who tells of growing up, coming out and figuring out himself through clothes that were important to him. It’s written in an easy, conversational style. As someone whose wardrobe consists of jeans, leggings and t-shirts I find it so interesting to peek into fashionista’s world.

13) What are you planning on reading next?

Isabella Hammad “Enter Ghost”. It is a book set in Palestine about staging Hamlet and possibly also a queer love story. What more could you want from a book? Cannot wait to start this one!!

#books #bookworm #reading #nobody asked but I'll tell y'all anyway #13 books

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Proud Immortal Demon Way | Chapter 1/?

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Rating: M (May change)

Warnings : Graphic Depictions of Violence (May change)

Catagory: Multi

Tags: Original Luò Bīnghé, Luo Binghe's Adoptive Mother, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Luo Binghe, an orphan, has been abandoned time and time again throughout his life. Everyone seems to hate him, but he drags on through life. One day, he joins the number one cultivation sect in the world, Cang Qiong Mountain. Even there, his teacher and peers relentlessly bully him. Will Luo Binghe enact revenge, or will he be doomed to sit below others forever?

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On the coldest day that year, a small infant was swaddled with white cloth, tucked into a wicker basket, and lowered into the Luo river. The river was almost frozen, thin layers of ice dotting the surface. The basket drifted down the river, the newborn not even a day old. Luckily, a few old fishermen found the kid. They swiftly plucked him out of the water, afraid he would die.

Since the baby had been found on the frozen river Luo, they named him Luo Binghe. The three men took care of him for a few years, filling in the role of parents. They sacrificed their own well being to raise him. Sadly, because they always worried about Luo Binghe’s health, they neglected their own. They passed away slowly, one after the other. This child, barely four years old, was forced to fend for himself on the streets. He could barely speak, only able to put simple sentences together, yet he had to sweet talk vendors into giving him food.

He spent two years learning how to steal and run, fight and defend. Both humans and dogs were out to get him. It was a miracle he wasn’t killed. He rarely slept nicely, having to keep one eye open at all times. He slept anywhere he could, as long as nothing would get to him. When things did get to him, he ran. He spent most of his early years running. But one day, he found a place to stop.

Luo Binghe awoke to something – someone – walking near him. He jolted upright, ready to fight. There was no way to run, they were blocking the exit out of the alley. He chose to sleep near the trash of a rich household so no one would see him – clearly he was wrong.

“Shh! No need to worry!” A soft voice drifted towards his ears. He lowered his hands, letting them fall to his sides. The speaker wasn’t another kid, but their voice wasn’t rough. “They’ll get mad if they catch you. Come with me.”

Luo Binghe cautiously followed this strange figure. They didn’t harm him on sight, so there might be some hope. Sadly, he was used to others wanting to kill him. He was the smallest of the kids, so they decided having him around would only drain resources. He had been beaten every day for simply being in their line of sight. The adults always turned a blind eye, why would they bother paying attention to the little brats fighting over food? As long as they didn’t get in the way, it wasn’t an issue.

Luo Binghe paused. “Jiejie, where are we?” They stood in front of a sad looking house. Scratch that, a shack. Its roof was caving in, and one of the windows was missing a panel. She smiled, and continued to walk towards her house.

“Sit, sit” She beckoned for Luo Binghe to sit on one of the small cushions. She then started heating water on the stove. “I’ve seen you around frequently. Do you not have a home to go to?”

Luo Binghe shook his head. “No”

“Where are your parents?”

“Dead”

“Any relatives?”

“No”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Three days ago”

“Have you had any water today?”

“Mn”

“Where did you get it from?” “I stole it from Wu Ming”

The woman sighed, but not at Luo Binghe. She sighed at the world. “Would you like some tea?” “Yes please” When the cup was placed in his hands, Luo Binghe looked at the woman as though she was a god. A gift from heaven. His guardian angel. “Thank you…”

“Wang Xiyan”

“Thank you Wang-jiejie'' He sipped from the cup slowly, and a slightly bitter liquid filled his mouth. It wasn’t something everyone would like, but Luo Binghe quite liked it. He also made a note to repay her later. He was determined to repay every person who showed him kindness, no matter how small the gesture. He was sure that they all deserved everything, since there weren’t many kind ones out there.

Once he finished his tea, Luo Binghe stood up. He bowed, and turned to leave.

“Where are you going?”

Luo Binghe spun around, surprised at being addressed. “I was going to leave.”

“Oh! There's no need for that. You may stay if you would like.”

Luo Binghe stared at her. She smiled nervously, afraid that her sudden offer had scared him. “Uh, I can’t provide much for you, I’m a low level servant. However, I could give you a more stable source of food and water, as well as this small home to live in.”

Luo Binghe was shocked. He couldn’t remember a single time someone had cared for him. He slowly nodded, quietly saying, “Thank you…” over and over. He didn’t notice, but small tears had begun to leak from the corner of his eyes. Wang Xiyan walked over, using a small bit of cloth to wipe the moisture from his face.

Luo Binghe had found a place to stay. Someone to care for him. A place where he could be a kid, not having to worry about surviving. He could sleep with both eyes closed. He wouldn’t need to attack anyone that came close to him. He could relax. He was safe. He was safe. He was safe…

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About your broad point: yeah, one of my favorite things when many feminist ideologues make mocking remarks about how men need a "Take Our Sons Home Day" is to remind them that the Ms. Foundation *did* want to create such a day (in tandem with their Take Our Daughters to Work Day) but, because the feminist movement had been poisoning the well with incredibly foolish mocking vengeance games since the 1960s, they couldn't get a single men's charity or support group to sponsor such a day so it never got off the ground. One has to think that it serves the Ms. Foundation right that that happened.

one of the actual problems with how the radical feminist groups operate today is that radical gender revolutions are achievable, but not if your rhetoric relies on firing up women to hate every single man they come in contact with.

there's a way to find neutral ground without compromising a radical viewpoint.

that neutral ground is based in pragmatism. achievable goals, that sound fair to moderates AND still align with the radical view. change starts small.

you can't expect people who were born in the fuckin 50s to suddenly change overnight. you have to introduce things to people, piece by piece, and make a lasting change that just grows and grows in momentum until one day we look back with bewilderment at how we used to be.

violent revolutions are theatrical and fun, but the revolutions that actually last?

revolutions that start off practically. with little adjustments, that become bigger and bigger.

this is why terfs and radfems hurt more than they help! they suggest that all men are monsters and that's all they can ever be, and we must TOPPLE the oppression they all have.

like...how? how, bitch? you wanna kill every man you know?

plus, that shit is literally biological determinism, and it's the WORST because it just turns off guys that can and will do better with time and effort?

it also strips humanity from an entire sex, which is you know.

fucking bad. shockingly, terfs forget that's where we fucking came from.

and listen...listen...

there will always be violently misogynistic, perpetually online men who will hate you for whatever you say, and fuck those guys. rile them up, if you want, for fun or for profit.

but when it comes to the actual work of seeking equality in the professional and home environments, you take a reasonable approach. there are reasonable people out there!!

revolutions might need to be violent sometimes, but they start at fucking home. with average people, asking for not a whole lot...until they realize that they can't have it unless they take it.

but you won't win over the average people with your insane ramblings about how penis havers just wanna fuck dogs and children!!

i also hate the rad fem approach where they claim men can do whatever they want without repercussion. It's incorrect and alienating. no one in this world has not been molded by social pressure to be a certain way.

on a casual level, men can't go into office jobs in shorts. they can't drive a car without a license. they can't flash their penis in public. they can't drive their cars into other people's cars without legal consequences.

it's wildly wrong to assert men just by virtue of being men can literally do anything, and men know that.

on a more serious note too, if you tell men that they can rape and kill and do whatever they want, they will both know that's not true and immediately distrust whatever you're about to say next.

men and boys DO have certain privileges and they should be criticized. they CAN get away with a lot of things that most of us can't. some of them run things, and some of them are cruel. yes, patriarchy exists and yes, white maleness is a privilege.

but you can criticize that system and the binary gender system without totally demonizing the people born within its parameters. you don't have to say oh boys will be boys has turned men into demons and thus all men and boys are not to be trusted, they are evil.

like are you kidding?

your goal should be to teach, not hurt. to open hearts and minds, not slam them shut. sure, some of them won't like to hear about their privilege, but some of them do open their eyes.

some of them do say oh...you know what? you're right. why am i allowed to do that, but others can't? there are plenty of white guys out there who can say, i had privileges! i got to do things that others who weren't born like me can't. let me try and fix that.

we have a lot of things nowadays that we take for granted.

we have things in america that other countries don't even have, like anti discrimination laws.

there is groundwork. the seeds are there. progress can be made.

but not by these raging perpetually online losers who hate their daddies.

you know what also annoys me about rad fem movements too?

yes, patriarchy is bad, but you know what's also bad? capitalism. exploitation. racism.

a million of other things that real people, regardless of gender, can experience.

violence and pain. chronic illnesses, hate crimes, discrimination, homophobia and transphobia.

i swear, these fucking terfs act like sexism is the only evil in the world.

we live in a fucked up world, where everyone has felt tiny and insignificant and weak. where everyone has been hurt. where everyone has been reduced to a battered object.

even straight white men have felt objectified. look at the fucking minimum wage in the us. the stagnation of wages across every sector. look at the cost of groceries. look at how bad rent has gotten. look at how the average family, regardless of religion, color, and gender, has suffered. look at how having a medical accident in the us can completely destroy an entire family.

poor straight white men are more likely to be your ally than that wealthy white woman who owns walmart. they're also a more helpful ally, since a united populace will always be more powerful than any one person, even a billionaire.

now certain groups of people have experienced more pain... there's no denying that.

but our goal should be to elevate those experiences to the broader audience and help them understand what we want.

not some stupid fucking goal like kill all men or neuter all rapists or whatever.

an actual goal.

maternity leave for men and women. reduced work hours. higher minimum wage. better government support for working class families raising kids. better healthcare. legal protections for trans people.

these things fucking matter.

these radical feminist assholes just spend all their times sharing quotes about how every man is a pig and they are absolutely useless. they pollute the message and allow our real enemies to only grow in strength by turning moderates off from their better radical points.

anyway.

sorry for the ramble, thanks for sharing. really interesting story.

i wish radical feminists could understand that pragmatism outweighs any bullshit internet rhetoric that you like to use for clout.

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Sekido x Anybella x Aizetsu fixed

WARNING! SEKIDO IS PAN AND AIZETSU IS BI! THIS INCLUDES A 3 SOME WITH GIRL X BOY X BOY! THERE MIGHT BE A LITTLE BIT OF BLOOD TOO! IF YOU DON'T LIKE BREEDING (MALE TO FEMALE AND MALE TO MALE), BEING CALLED HORRIBLE NAMES (MALE TO FEMALE) DOUBLE PENETRATION (MALE AND MALE TO FEMALE) AND BEING CAUGHT IN THE ACT! THEN DON'T READ THIS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Aizetsu and sekido were waiting for aizetsu's friend to show up. Her name is Anybella, but she was a little late. At least aizetsu knew why. "Sekido she is a little late because her brother is complaining that we are dangerous... I mean yes we are demons and we eat people but we are not that dangerous..." Sekido would scoff as he crosses his arms, he was getting annoyed, he wanted to just go back home and relax, not go to some dumb party with alcohol and food. "Tsk we can't even have anything at the party. So why did she want us to join?" "Sekido..... I was also invited... You are like a security dog. You literally will bite people if they get too rough on anyone you are close to. So that's why you are here. " Aizetsu would smile softly as he'd hug sekido. Sekido would blush and he'd huff, being this close to aizetsu made him want to just slam into him. But sekido knew he needed to control himself, he can't just slam into aizetsu out in about, or can he? The forest is very quiet, no one will notice. So sekido would wrap his arms around aizetsu waist and he'd began to nibble on aizetsu's neck. "You are so tempting right now aizetsu... I just want to bend you over and fuck you right here right now."

Aizetsu face would have turned bright red, he softly moaned from sekido nibbling on his neck, he really enjoyed it. "W-well we still have a long time to wait... It won't hurt if we had a little bit of fun." Aizetsu would smile softly to sekido, making sekido's heart flutter as he decided to pull down aizetsu pants and underwear down to his ankles. This wasn't their first time doing this so he didn't really have to worry about aizetsu adjusting to his cock size. Sekido would soon trust his cock into aizetsu hole, making the blue eyed demon gasp As he grabs onto a tree to keep him standing. Sekido would growl and he'd start to trust in and out of aizetsu, feeling aizetsu's tight grip on his cock inside of him. This made aizetsu whimper softly, he was enjoying the feeling.

Sekido would grab aizetsu's hips and he'd start thrusting a lot rougher into aizetsu tight hole. Sekido would grunt in aizetsu's ear as he kisses and nibbles on aizetsu's neck. Aizetsu would have started to shiver, this was so pleasing to him, "o-oh ~ s-sekido ~ ah~ you are a bit rough ~ oh my gosh ~ ah~ mmmm~." "That's the point aizetsu. I need to be rough with you or else we both won't feel good. Now take it slut! I know you like it ! So take it ! You like this don't you!" Aizetsu would be gasping and squirming "a-ah~ yes ! Yes ! I love this sekido! Please don't stop! ~ a-ah~!" Sekido would thrust even harder and faster "I'm going to fucking breed you ! I don't care if we are both men ! I'll make sure you feel so full that you will feel as if you are carrying a baby!"

Anybella would have walked to sekido and aizetsu and she'd look shocked at what they are all doing. "Oh my goodness. I didn't expect to see you two fucking. Oh it's kinda hot . I'm not going to lie." She'd sit on a tree stump as she just watches them, secretly taking pictures with her phone as she smiles. This made aizetsu face get even redder as sekido continues to fuck him very harshly. Anybella would giggle and she'd go to aizetsu and she'd make him hold on to her as she'd take a selfie "say cheese aizetsu!" Aizetsu would be whimpering as he was getting close and he'd start to scratch anybella's shoulders and he'd start to rip her clothes with her clothes "c-cheese ah!" Aizetsu would have came from sekido being so rough on him, some of his seed landing on Anybella's thigh but mostly on the grass.

Sekido would grunt as he also hit his climax, cumming in aizetsu deeply. "Holy shit! Aizetsu you are so good. I'm so glad we could do that." Sekido would kiss aizetsu's cheek as he gently pulls out of aizetsu. Anybella would smile and she'd make aizetsu look at her and she'd giggle and she'd kiss him lightly on his lips. This mad aizetsu very embarrassed, Anybella has never showed attraction towards him. So he doesn't know if this was something else but he could lie, her lips are very soft. "Oooooo! Sekido you should try kissing him! He has very soft lips! I could just kiss him all the time!" Sekido would grab aizetsu's face and he'd kiss aizetsu, forcing his tongue out aizetsu mouth.

Anybella would smile as she'd look at her thigh, looking at aizetsu's seed on her thigh. She'd wipe it off her thigh as she'd smile brightly. "I have a great idea! Hmmm let's go to a hotel. Screw the party. Let's have our own. But instead of it being a normal party it's just sex. Or would you rather go to the party?" Anybella would look happy as she was waiting for an answer. Sekido would look at Anybella and he'd grab her face, digging his nails into her skin making her bleed a little. "How about instead we just fuck you right here right now? Now strip you slut." Anybella would blush and she'd look at aizetsu would was just nodding in agreement with sekido, so she'd take off all her clothes.

Sekido would lick his lips as he'd take off his kimono finally and found an abandoned bench that he placed it on as he'd grab Anybella and he'd go sit on the bench and he'd position her above his hard shaft. "we should prepare the human... Let me eat her out... Please. " Aizetsu would take Anybella away from sekido and he'd play her on the bench. Anybella would giggle as she spreads her legs wide open for aizetsu and she'd play with his hair. " You are always so sweet to me! I really enjoyed it!" Anybella would smile as she watches aizetsu grab her thighs and he'd go down to her folds and give them a good lick. Aizetsu would look at how Anybella face would have changed from being happy to pleasure as he licks her folds and teasing her entrance with his tongue. While aizetsu was eating Anybella sekido would have grabbed her hand and made her jerk him off while she was in a lot of pleasure. Anybella would look at sekido as she moved her hand up and down on his shaft while her other hand was in aizetsu's hair. "O-oh this feels a-amazing ! A-ah ~ aizetsu your so good with y-your tongue! ~ ahh~"

Aizetsu would blush for how she praises him and he'd dig his nails into her skin causing her to bleed a little bit as he'd shove his tongue inside her tight virgin hole. "A-ah! ~ oooh my goodness! That feels so good! A-ah! ~ mmm~ " Anybella would jerk off sekido more as she was starting to get close to her climax. The pleasure was very overwhelming. Soon aizetsu would have pulled away from her vagina, looking at sekido he'd make Anybella stop jerking him off and aizetsu would put sekido's shaft in his mouth, preparing it for Anybella's virgin hole.

Sekido would gasp as he'd buck his hips, his pelvis hitting aizetsu nose as he'd be thrusting into aizetsu's mouth. Anybella would watch and she'd look happy and she'd go down and tease sekido's balls, making him moan loudly in pleasure. Soon aizetsu pulled away from sekido's cock and he'd look at Anybella "you both are now ready. Just be careful... We don't want to split her open." Sekido would growl as he'd stand up and he'd grab Anybella and he'd slam his shaft into her , not waiting for her to adjust to his side he'd thrust in and out of her.

Anybella would gasp and she'd hold on to aizetsu as she was taking sekido from being in her hole. "A-ah~ gah~ oh so rough ~ oooohhhh~ mmm~ fuck~ so big ~ so strong ~ a-ah~!" Anybella would have climaxed on sekido's shaft as he was thrusting in and out of her, this caused sekido to growl and bite her neck causing her to bleed more. Aizetsu would watch as Anybella would take sekido's shaft and he'd start to blush a lot. He wanted to join in. But he knew he had to wait. But waiting would make him even more horny. Aizetsu would just sit there and watch as anybella would be pounded into by sekido's cock. Hearing the wet skin plap plap made aizetsu hard.

Aizetsu would continue to watch sekido and anybella as they fuck and he'd start to jerk himself off, he knew he wasn't supposed to but he couldn't help it. "A-ah~ sekido ~ mmmm~ s-so big ~" anybella would be crying as she was taking all of sekido's cock, making her be stretched out. Sekido would growl and he'd look at aizetsu and he'd pull away from anybella's neck and he'd smirk. "Why don't you join us aizetsu? She definitely has enough space for one more in here" sekido would start to tease anybella clit, making her scream as she sqrits and orgasms.

Aizetsu would look at how anybella squirted all over the place and he'd position himself at her entrance and he'd look at her face, her beautiful face was red for crying in pleasure. Aizetsu would grunt as he'd kiss anybella as he slowly pushed himself into her while sekido was in her pussy. Anybella would arch her back as sekido holds her by her thighs as he was standing and he'd still be thrusting, unlike aizetsu who would be comforting her as he knew the streach was painful. "Shhhh shhhh... I know it's so much to handle anybella. But I know you can handle it. You can handle me and sekido. Can't you?"

Anybella would be holding onto aizetsu's shoulders as she was crying but she'd nod, she hopes she can handle them, if not she'd at least tell aizetsu. Aizetsu would nod and he'd slowly start to move with sekido who was already pounding into her from behind, aizetsu would moan as he felt sekido's cock and anybella's walls. Sekido would grunt as he was starting to get closer to climaxing. "I'm going to fill you up! Don't you want that you stupid slut! You are such a whore for my cock! Take it all then!" Aizetsu would glare at sekido and he'd grab his face. "No Cumming until Im getting close too. We both want to fill her up and breed her." Aizetsu would look mad which made sekido and anybella blush, aizetsu looks very hot when he is mad.

Sekido would continue to thrust in and out of anybella pussy with aizetsu, he was trying to hold back his orgasm. Aizetsu was starting to get close to his orgasm, he'd start to whimper and moan in anybella ear. Anybella's face would have became very red, hearing a grunting demon behind her, digging into her skin, and a whimpering demon who is in front of her, kissing her neck. This was all getting her very sensitive too and she'd whine as she was shaking again. Aizetsu would have slammed into anybella with sekido and he'd bite anybella's neck as he was releasing his cum deep inside her. When sekido felt aizetsu's cock twitching he'd finally cum with aizetsu as he bites anybella's shoulder, making her bleed lightly.

Anybella would whimper as she felt herself being filled up with their seeds, it was a pleasant feeling to her. Soon sekido and aizetsu would pull out of her and sekido would be panting and he'd place anybella on the bench and he'd force aizetsu on his knees and he'd slap him with his cock. "Clean me up aizetsu. I know you want to.~" Aizetsu would be blushing as he looks at sekido's cock and he'd gently lick it. This made sekido groan and force himself in aizetsu's mouth, thrusting in and out of his mouth, making aizetsu taste their fluids including anybella's.

Anybella would be panting as she looks at sekido and aizetsu, knowing how stubborn she was she'd weakly get up ,and she'd go to aizetsu. Though anybella knew sekido was going to be mad, she'd go down and she'd suck off aizetsu. Aizetsu would flinch as he felt anybella's mouth wrap around his shaft as she sucks him off. Sekido would grunt and he'd grip aizetsu's horns to force him to go faster on sucking him off, sekido was getting closer to climaxing.

Aizetsu would moan as he made anybella take his cock in her mouth as he was also close to climaxing. He'd be such a whimpering mess, though it was pleasant to sekido to feel aizetsu whimper. As soon as anybella was deep theoating aizetsu's shaft he'd moan loudly on sekido's shaft as he orgasms, causing his body to tens up. Sekido would grunt as he soon releases his seed into aizetsu's mouth. Forcing him to take every single drop of his cum.

Anybella would pull away and she'd be gasping for air, though it's a good thing she was ok. She'd look at aizetsu and sekido and she'd smile. "Let's go to a hotel and cuddle. I want to relax . " Sekido would look at anybella and he'd nod. "I agree. I'm so tired. Let's go." Aizetsu would be coughing as hed get up and wipe his mouth. Yeah. I'm tired too. Let's go to a cute hotel!"

Anybella's would chuckle as they all began to put on clothes as they were good to the hotel to snuggle with. Anybella would smile as she enjoyed spending time with her two new boyfriends to cuddle.

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