anora

effective than any meds

I’ve ever taken

1) Who the fuck cares. Who the fuck cares what people do with their time! That's kind of the fucking point!

2) People aren't going to stop laboring. Housework (look, it's right there in the word!) will still need to be done. So will maintenance on our homes and personal spaces. Children will still need carers, as will the elderly and disabled. There are millions of examples of ~work~ that we do all the time, uncompensated, that won't suddenly stop because we aren't forced to sell our labor to provide corporation's profits.

I'm not surprised that what is traditionally women's work is invisible to these dipshits, but it never fails to anger me.

Anyway. Join the IWW.

we still have engineers and

machinists haha

He asked: "Oh, was she the only son or something before *waves hand*?" and I was like, warily, no she has two brothers. And he responded with a great deal of confusion: "Then what's their problem?!?!"

June will be filled with love.

June will be filled with trust.

June will be filled with peace.

June will be filled with clarity.

June will be filled with miracles.

June will be filled with blessings.

summary: beaten down by the world, you thank zayne for being the only one who does the opposite instead. pairing: zayne x non!mc reader tags: angst, fluff, comfort!!!!, self deprecation, insecure!reader, non!mc fem!reader, domestic, emotional turmoil taglist: @xinghuisknight, @hirayalia, @violasepals, @snowyfishes, @mrsqins, @txtworlddom @thewrldx a/n: this is a request made by my lovely snowcrow anon! and also first work after hiatus. i sincerely hope it delivers. as i was done writing i realised it wasn't in the conventional format but this is the snowypi special so i hope you enjoy regardless! also the cologne is canon; versace pour homme dylan blue

The faucet leaks gently onto the sink, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoing off of the walls. Your knuckles are turning white with how tightly you're gripping the porcelain. The stone digs into your palms almost painfully. You still don't let go. The bathroom mirror is fogged over. Your silhouette is a cloud of colours under texture, blending with the smooth monotone tiles of the walls. It looked like how you felt: a swirl of hues lacking detail and vigour, not clear enough to see. Not clear enough for anything, really. Just not enough. Never enough. You bite your lip as saltine droplets pool over your lash line. The steady sink slips from under your grip and you stumble, stepping back just in time to avoid a fall.

Stupid. 

Stupid stupid stupid-

A loud ringtone resounds in your ear right as you close the bathroom door. The phone is heavy in your hands, your footfalls even heavier. Sliding up against a couch pillow, you clear your throat and muster something other than a tear-streaked scowl as you glance at the Caller ID.

…Zayne?

The dam nearly breaks twice. There's a dull throb in your head as you hold back the sobs, throat constricting painfully. These tears were different, though. You could count on one hand the number of people in your life who had ever made you feel like you were someone worth more than an afterthought. Someone worth more than being categorised as a simple existence in a sea of mediocrity dubbed by social conventions.

Someone worth more than being thought of as less, if thought of at all.

You watch as the melody from your phone ebbs away and your screen darkens— before brightening almost immediately, ringtone louder than ever.

You're quick to swipe on green this time.

Zayne's dulcet voice is laced with concern. "You didn't pick up my call. Are you upset?"

Trying to mask the roughness of your vocal chords, you reply softly. "Don’t worry about it. There’s, um, there’s something I need to tell you, though."

"I'm on my way home. If it is serious we should talk about it in person." 

“O-oh,” you stutter, deftly wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Hold it together. “Okay.” 

“See you soon, my love.”

"See you soon, Zaynie."

Barely ten minutes pass before you hear the mechanical clicks of your front door unlocking. You wave from the couch, lips stretched in a smile. Zayne beelines straight for your general direction, shrugging off his coat while pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. You can’t help but giggle when you feel him nudge a warm drink into your palm.

“Coffee at 10PM?”

He sidles up beside you, holding an identical paper cup. “This is hot chocolate from that French bakery you like.”

“Did you get this before or after you assumed we were going to have a serious talk?”

A small smile plays on his lips. “Before, of course.”

You laugh. “Of course.”

There is a peaceful silence that follows, broken momentarily by the soft shuffle of the paper cup as you bring it to your lips. The dense chocolate bursts on your tongue, thick and gooey. It warms you from the inside out like a tender caress, easing the soreness of your throat and the cold that had settled in your chest.

Sinking deeper into the couch, you catch Zayne's expectant gaze.

"Right, so...I just…I just wanted to say thank you, you know?" You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. "Thank you for always being so… appreciative. So affectionate and so kind to me. You love me in a way that's like— like this warm hug I can just melt in— and I'm so thankful, Zayne. It means everything to me."

You mean this so sincerely that you can feel the return of the waterworks. Blinking away the intruders, you bite your lip to focus on a different sensation.

“It just… It just always feels like everyone around me thinks I’m this…substandard sort of person. And maybe I am?”

Zayne gazes at you with all the softness of the world, listening intently.

“I feel like I'm bad at everything I do, if not terrible, and I don’t know if I’ve even been like more than average at anything but when I’m with you, it’s like none of that even matters." Cradling the paper cup, you thumb at the protective lining, feeling the seams of the fragile cardboard. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way. And– and I just wanted to say thank you for that. Thank you so much, Zayne. That's all.” Pursing your lips, you take a nervous sip of the hot chocolate. It's lukewarm now. You feel the softer tendrils of warmth ebb away to a quiet frost. You steal a look at the man beside you, only to be met with an expression that's utterly unreadable. The soft smile he was sporting prior is absolutely wiped from his face. Did you do something wrong? You shift your gaze to the paper cup, and then to the TV console. Hell, you could hear the cicadas outside. This silence, characteristic as it was, felt more like an anvil being dropped on your chest than anything.

There's one thing left to do. Damage control.

You mentally gear up, ready to dismiss the depth of your confession and repackage it's message— but Zayne beats you to it.

"Y/N,"

Uh oh.

"Yeah?"

His voice is laced with a sternness you don't often get to hear. "How long have you been carrying such a fallacious belief?"

"I...uh, I wouldn't say it's a just a belief? This is how it's always been, Zayne."

He quietly slips his slender fingers into your own, thumb rubbing along the backside of your palm. You lean in by habit, shoulders brushing, head falling to rest on the arch of his shirt-clad shoulder.

"You are wrong." Zayne states.

"What?" "Some say the odds of running into your soulmate are 1 in 10,000, however..."

You fail to hold in your giggle. "Soulmate, huh?"

Zayne clears his throat. You smile, feeling his cheek press on the top of your head as he continues. "However, if we factor in the size of the global population, age ranges, geography, and mutual attraction, the probability of crossing paths with that exact, single person in our lifetime is mathematically considered near impossible. In addition, we had special circumstances, so I'd argue it truly was intended to be impossible."

You hum in thought. "So against all odds, I met you."

"Correct. Against all odds, I met you."

"So you're saying that I'm an anomaly?"

"I'm saying that you're extraordinary. That you're the antonym of everything you just described yourself as. That you're not defined by the words of people who are blind to your incredible character. That you're one in a billion, Y/N, and there is nothing in this world that could prove me otherwise."

If Zayne was facing you right now, he'd definitely glimpse the rosy blush that had powdered itself across your cheeks. You're left gaping like a fish out of water, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Great. Now you're hyperaware of how close you two are. You're leaning on his shoulder and his chin is resting tenderly on your head, hands laced together with one free to hold your respective cups. He smells good, you think. Like antiseptic and an earthy kind of cologne.

Zayne squeezes your hand. "I am as appreciative as my sincerity allows me to be. I should be thanking you, Y/N."

He pauses.

You don't see the tips of his ears redden, or the timid smile that involuntarily shapes itself on his lips. But you do hear his voice shift to an almost-whisper, slow and careful. "I can no longer imagine a life without you by my side." Zayne confesses.

You feel him press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and then another.

"You're everything. There is no story, no universe I would rather be in than this one... with you. And only you."

© snowypi 2026 do not steal, repost or translate

If we can't trust it to even verify our face or other things correctly.

Then why are people trusting it with their HIGHLY sensitive info like their IDs/selfies/passports/creditcards/etc.???

Trigger/content warnings: mentions of trauma, PTSD, survivors guilt, and small mention of self neglect, tiny mention of scars (from his missions). Sexual content (mdni)

Description: my personal headcanons of what it would be like dating Leon Kennedy

Notes: Gender-neutral reader. I think this works with any version of Leon above re2. Some things resonate with older Leon, some things resonate with younger Leon. Hope you enjoy ♡

“Desperate For You.”

MDNI. Puppy! Leon didn’t understand why you’d want to do anything other than pay attention to him. When you’re busy, he takes the initiative to bother you until you decide to take charge. || [note: i got carried away on a request again lolll. i wanna kiss his pudgy puppy tummy]

tags: submissive! puppy hybrid leon, oral f receiving / face sitting, handjobs, mentions of knotting, begging, overstimulation. leon is clingy .. it is sweet though..

Before Leon, the concept of a puppy hybrid never crossed your mind. One of your friends brought it up to you and it sounded too good to be true. You were awfully lonely, and a companion seemed nice. The perfect solution to an empty house was a puppy hybrid.

That was how Leon came into the picture. He was so cute. You squished his chubby cheeks, pet his fluffy ears, and spoiled him rotten. You figured it would be smooth sailing. He behaved well enough and didn’t bug you too much. Until you discovered that your puppy was .. needy. A total pervert. You slowly understood why you’d find your panties sticky and hidden under his pillows, or why you’d wake up with him nuzzled up a little too close. It was clear you were in over your head.

The first time you felt the outline of Leon’s cock rub up against your ass, you were done for. He loved to snuggle, and indirectly hump you. But what could you do? You’d fluster and squirm, telling him behave himself. You weren’t above spankings and corporeal punishment. As your devoted puppy, always in some sort of heat and desperate for your attention, it was different. He had become yours.

You were trying to get laundry done, huffing when you felt arms in circle your hips. “Leon. I’m busy,” You squirmed, but he pulled you back against him.

“And? ‘m soo bored.” He whined, nuzzling against the back of your neck. “Want you to come play with me.” He licked a stripe against your neck, canines grazing your skin. It was playful, yet Leon didn’t seem to know his own strength. “Cant we do something fun together?” He sounded eager, squeezing you tighter.

“Like what?” You asked, trying to focus on the task at hand despite the distraction.

“We could go to the park, or stay here.” He suggested, hands moving from your stomach to your hips. Touchy. Your puppy did not understand personal space. Or maybe he did, he just enjoyed your presence far too much to care.

You felt warm under his touch, finding it hard to really ignore him. “I’ll think about it. How about that?” Your offer made Leon turn you to face him, arms on either side your hips as you were pressed back against the dryer.

“Would you?” He smiled, tail swishing behind him. God, you just couldn’t with him. His tummy was flush to yours, feeling the softness there. His ears twitched atop his head, leaning in to lick at your cheek. “Please?” He whined, lapping sloppy puppy kisses on your face.

“Leon.” You warned, and he quickly pulled away with a pout. He was obident when you were stern, assuming you really meant business. (or he didn’t want any spankings.)

“I suppose you can’t entertain yourself?” You asked, watching his pouty face.

“No. It’s not as good all by myself.” His hands were back on your hips, always touching you one way or another. You felt your stomach tangle in a knot, having an idea of what he meant by that. With Leon, it was impossible to tell where his mind was.

“I-I’m sure you can find some way.” You turned your face away, bumping him with your hip as you escaped his grasp. He groaned and followed you like the dumb puppy he was.

When you sat on your bed to fold laundry, it was hard to ignore Leon. Impossible when he dropped to his knees infront of you, tail wagging as he waited for you to finish. It seemed he thought paying attention to him was far more important than clothes. You opened your mouth to scold him, but he wasn’t doing anything too wrong. Instead, you finished what you were doing .. bargaining that an audience wasn’t too terrible.

Once you set the last pair of pajamas aside, Leon was quick to crowd between your thighs. He planted his hands on your knees and looked up at you with desperation. “How about now?” He asked, eager for your attention.

You sighed, reaching out to pet him despite his pesky behavior. When you stroked his fluffy puppy ears, he whimpered and pushed his head further against his hand.

“I guess. I really shouldn’t. I don’t want you thinking that pestering me deserves a reward.” You knew there was no point in even trying to be logical with Leon. If he had it his way, everything he did would earn a treat. Good or bad behavior.

“Please.. I’ve been so good.” He blinked up at you, leaning in to rub his cheek against your thigh. You could feel the warmth of his skin, how deeply he was blushing. It was cute how easily worked up he was.

“Good?” You tugged on his hair and he whined, allowing you to pull his head away. “I don’t think you’ve been good. But .. You’ve definitely been much naughtier before.” You released his hair and smoothed it out. That he had been. He’d made messes of your pillows and panties, as well as not thinking to ask permission before trying his way of waking you up.

“So? I want you s’ bad.” Leon whined, squirming up against your leg. He was getting all impatient while waiting on your verdict. You wanted to look away and correct his behavior, but it felt good. It excited you to see him so needy for you.

“Fine. I know you won’t leave me alone otherwise.” You stood up, and he stayed on his knees. The sheer devotion in his eyes when he looked up at you had your thighs squeezing together.

“Thank you, thank you!” His tail was wagging again, canines on display as he smiled something boyish. “What do you want me to do?” He asked, at your beck and call.

“I’ve got an idea then.” You motioned for your bed, and he was was eager to oblige, flopping onto his back and reaching out for you. You giggled at his excitement, quickly stripping your bottoms off. You knew if you didn’t keep up with your panties, Leon would get ahold of them eventually.

“Needy puppy.” You tutted, positioning your thighs on either side of his head. He tilted his head back, sweaty palms placed on your hips as he encouraged you to sit on his face.

“I-I know.” His lower lip trembled, parting to let out a shuddering breath. “Don’t make me wait any longer.” He gripped your hips, coaxing you to sink down.

“Okay, okay, calm down.” You smiled, resting your hands on the headboard as you lowered yourself just enough for his mouth to reach your cunt. You choked back a moan, feeling Leon eagerly lick a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He whimpered into it, sloppily sucking at the sensitive bud.

“That’s a good boy.” You stifled out, slowly rocking your hips against his mouth. He was whining, puppy ears flat on his head as he lavished you with wet kisses. Your praise only spurred him on, his hands squeezing the fat of your ass.

“Such a good boy.” You mewled, rubbing yourself harder against his ministrations. Leon was eager to catch on, drool connecting his lips to your skin—as well as the pretty noises he made when squirming beneath you.

“Cum on my face,” Leon mumbled between open mouth kisses, busying his tongue as it focused on your throbbing clit. “Please, Mm, Please, Ma’am.” He tried using good manners, muffled when you ground your hips down. His hands slid from your ass to your stomach, wandering your skin as he tried to hold you still.

“God, ‘m going to.” You choked out, gasping as your release came on faster than you’d expected. Your slick gushed and he was quick to lap it up, whining when you tried to move off of his face.

“Nooo,” Leon whined, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh. He looked up at you, cheeks blotchy red and panting. “Don’t move yet.” His ears perked up, hoping you’d give into his spoiled nature.

“You’re spoiled..” You huffed, trembling from the stimulation. He didn’t deny it, giving another wet lap between your folds instead. “Mmhm,” He groaned when you eventually lifted off of him. Overstimulation was fun to be on the giving end, rather than receiving.

You lifted off him, swinging your thigh over his face and lying beside him with a sigh. You don’t want to spoil him too much, or else he’d start acting naughty just so you’d pay him some mind.

You glanced at his thighs, noticing his own arousal. You watched the outline of him twitch, hips lifting my instinct when you reached out to touch him.

“Poor puppy. I can’t leave you like this, can I?” You teased, lifting his shirt up a bit to reveal his pudgy tummy. Your fingers grazed his happy trail, making him shiver.

Leon shook his head no, moving his arms out your way. “Make it better.” He whined, tugging his sweats down to expose himself for you. His cock slipped out with ease, stiff and leaking as he looked to you for help.

“Please? I won’t even touch myself.” He was panting, gripping at the bedsheets for self restraint. Baby blues stared at you, welling with tears as he squirmed uncomfortably.

“Okay.” You cooed, moving closer to his side. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and reached out to wrap your fingers around his base. The first touch had him already whining, jerking his hips up to fuck your fist. You stroked him slowly, enough to make him beg.

“F-Faster, please.” He threw his head back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut. “I’ll do anything. I won’t bother you when you’re busy anymore.” He babbled, frantically bucking his hips up. You squeezed him tighter, pumping him faster per request.

“Since you did such a good job earlier.” You hummed, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. Leon whimpered, tilting his head to catch your peck of a kiss. He moaned into your mouth, leaking precum down your knuckles. You felt his knot begin to fatten at the base of his cock, and he sloppily licked into your mouth.

“Mmmn-gonna cum, Oh, fuck.” He fucked up into your fist, making it smooth from the amount of pre he was coating your fingers in. He was whining something high-pitched, pleading with you not to stop.

“Good boy..” You mumbled against his lips, breaking away to kiss at his neck. He shuddered, whimpering as the first spurts of sticky blurted out.

“Oh, oh, god.” Leon whined, hips stuttering as you kept pumping his throbbing length, smearing puppy cum over his tip as he mewled. Shlick noises filled the room as he humped up into the tightness of your fist.

“Wish it was your pussy,“ He babbled out, finally relaxing after the last wave of pleasure. You pulled your hand away, but let him nuzzle up to you like the clingy thing he was. “Wanna knot your pussy next.” Leon kissed at your cheek, running his tongue over your skin. His tail began to sweep the bed, almost knocking off your forgotten laundry.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You lightly scolded, but didn’t fight it when he tugged you closer. Leon was snuggly by nature, but became even worse after something intimate. He didn’t listen, simply burying his face in your hair.

“Mhm,” He laid an arm over your stomach, paying no mind to the mess on his. “Thank you.” He slurred, getting comfortable beside you. He didn’t care if he’d knocked your nicely folded laundry over, all that mattered was being close to you.