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ctheathy · 3 months

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Zails the Zone Cop NSFW Headcanons

Zails x Reader

NSFW Headcanons

Short Concept

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!

These are smut headcanons, read at own risk. !Female!dom!Reader+sub!Zails • Eating his darling out • Drooling/salivating • He gets a bit rabid with it

Ah, wowie. Zails getting himself a girlfriend? I thought it would never happen... but let me tell you that Zails is truly one of the most hopeless and desperate variant of Tails that exists. He would be so needy for constant affection and reassurance, but he'd also be quicker to grow a lot more ...horny than the rest of the bunch. Even if he constantly has his grabby fingers all over you, a singular touch from you can easily trigger his sensitive nerves, leaving him an aroused mess.

And if you gave him permission to taste your cervical fluids? That is 111% the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life and you absolutely should do it because it would absolutely shatter Zails the best way possible. He would instantly fall and completely melt into a drooling mess and beg you for a chance. He’s not used to those sweet, sweet fluids and he is absolutely not stopping until he has to be pried off of your body with a crowbar. He would be in pure ecstasy and nobody would be able to separate him from you anymore.

It would be the worst thing Zails has ever felt, and he wouldn’t be able to think straight anymore due to how much he would enjoy it. He’d be making pathetic groaning noises and his leg would shake uncontrollably. You would be his whole world at that moment, he wouldn’t even hear it if there was a volcano exploding outside his house. There would be no way for him to recover from that at all.

Tell him to not dare disappoint you while does the deed.

Cause that, my friends, would be the end of everything for Zails because that would literally be the final blow. His legs would go numb from the ecstasy as he softly moans into your entrance, tongue working overtime just to enjoy the sweet and divine taste. His mind would become completely flooded with hormones that would leave him absolutely dizzy. His whole world has been flipped upside down and he would NEVER recover from this.

He’d be so weak-minded that he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else but making you feel satisfied as his eyes would roll back and moan louder into you, not wanting it to stop. He would be completely addicted to the taste, and the sound, and the sight of the whole thing. His tongue deep inside of you getting every drop of nectar he can. I can see his tongue would become more desperate with its movements to try and taste even more of you. Becoming more vocal as it reaches deeper into your body, his tongue being in this hot, moist and tight claustrophobic space, with juices soaking his already wet tongue.

And by the time he reaches that level of desperation, he’d be nothing short of rabid. His tongue would move at rapid pace as he just tries to get more of every single drop, his brain just melting to the point he feels like a drooling animal. And the more he gets the more desperate he becomes, he would feel your hands on his back and he would get more desperate. He’d start licking anywhere you touched him, just praying for more. His body is nothing more than a shell anymore.

Which is the perfect comparison honestly, he’d be acting like he was on death row and this was his last meal before dying. He would be lapping up everything like a dog that wasn’t fed for weeks. And if you decided to actually allow yourself to climax, oh lord, that would be the biggest shot of pure ecstasy he could ever experience. It would absolutely break him to the bone. He would feel like he didn’t deserve to live for being able to experience that kind of blissful experience.

You'd have a grip over his tongue since the start of the interaction, and it would get progressively tighter until it would become unbearable. His breathing would get heavier and he’d start to moan so loudly, but you could definitely make him feel the lowest he could possibly be. He’d be trying to reach a deeper level while you can enjoy every moment of him being helpless in your grasp, sitting on his face once he’s ready to burst.

Zails would absolutely need a full body suit just to keep all the drool in his mouth because he’s actually just a mess of an entity at this point. He’s nothing short of a starving animal in heat who would have no care about being overstimulated. And if you were to let out a sound that even remotely resembles a moan, he’d be a goner. He’d go insane on you and you may as well just be giggling the whole time over him melting and making a mess. He is completely broken at this point. All it takes is a single sound.

And that, I think, would cause his mind to completely snap. He would be completely overrun by his own emotions and be in complete euphoria, yet so filled with desire too. He would reach a point where even days after the experience, he will literally be begging for you to let him drink from your fountain of life again. You would not only see the desperation in his eyes, but you could feel it in his entire being. And his body would be shaking all over, as if in a fever, unable to contain all of that need inside ever again.

A need he didn't even know he had.

#zails the fox #zails the zone cop x reader #zails #zails x reader #zails the zone cop #sonic smut #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #tails x reader #tails smut #sonic comics x reader #sonic comics #sonic the hedgehog

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synthshenanigans · 4 months

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woah hey a year has been passed wowie :0

First two weren't posted here cos they were too long ago & not CJish related but love the way he took up 70% of the year lol

[ Full images + templates below :} ]

[TW for Bright Colors, maybe blood & very very vague themes of depression/suicide for like 2 drawings I believe]

Long text about the arts if anyones actually curious!!

January: An old OC I completely forgot about until making this. He's based on old radio like things :}

February: Played Person 5 Royal last year & drew Joker cos idk he's neat. Fun fact, the same day I fully finished the game was the day Storm & a Spring came out. Also while grinding in the game, I had his Bidding & VoaC covers on repeat. Which was a bit annoying to do since they weren't on Spotify yet & YT on mobile didn't have looping then.

March: The Hawaii Part ii album cover :} I did post that eventually but that's the time I actually made it. Had listened to TME a couple of months before then which got me into the album, so months later I drew it cos why not? [Also the month Vol.1 fully released on everything. What's funny is my gallery for that day was a handful of memes I saved at 4am before I fell asleep. And then the next image saved is when I woke up which was a screenshot of the whiteboard in TfaR lol]

April: First main Jash art !!! And its not even with any of the songs from Vol. 1 lol. I had his Moss cover on repeat again & now that all of Vol. 1 was out, I drew Heart in some moss. Or really in the image from the video.

May: Lil animation I made of Heart with the song Don't Hit the Lights! Link to my post & the song can be found here :}. Still really like the song & even the drawings. Might remake em eventually idk

June: Sky/socialc1imb's Clue AU! I like murder mysteries & this one was real interesting so I drew it a lot lol. Might remake that one or one of the others I made at somepoint? It'll be a bit later if I do but ye

July: A redraw of a HMS piece I originally made back in May, based on the Three Wise Monkeys thing. I like the idea of it so I keep wanting to remake it.

August: I honestly can't remember if I posted that art or not. Actually yea I don't think I ever did PFFT. It's one of the few drawings I did of myself this year & its from CJs Not Perfect cover [as you can tell by the lyrics on it]. Also one of the very very few vent-ish arts I made. I like the background more than anything but its still neat ig?

September: Art for one of the best songs ever. I love Fine, I'm Fine its so good & I listened to it for like 70% of the 20+ hours it took me to make the drawing. Still proud of it so there's the sketch I drew on paper, the one on my tablet & then the final versions.

October: There was a lot from this month due to Jashtober. I still like this one lot & it wasn't insanely rushed so I picked this one to show lol.

November: I have no idea why I made a fun lil soul. I was having an identity crisis over my art style & ig decided to draw the guy who is a walking identity crisis/j

December: Same as September. One of my favorite songs ever was covered & released, so I made a drawing like everyone else lol.

#time is wild #also love the way my art style changes each month or two #anyway tho im actually pretty happy with how much better I've gotten #have a lotta plans for more HMS/CJ stuff #just quite busy & overloaded atm lol #more will hopefully come tho #chonny jash #moss post #-atlas art-

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aster-bluejay404 · 3 months

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“Oh! Sorry if I surprised you… I’m Dantalion! It’s nice to meet you.”

Wowie its been a long time since I actually last posted any content. Hi everyone! Long time no see-! Apologies for my absence— life’s been quite umm… tough! And not going to lie I’ve been anxious about posting for quite a long time now 😅

Anyways!! Eeee I’ve been following along the bebo au since it started, and I quite say Dantalion and Matariel are a pair of sweethearts and hayhhghhnng i hold them dear to my heart!! I’ve been having a rough time with my mental health for the past few years with how it fluctuates— especially in the past few months. And hyhgngmwm I’d be lying if i said that creations like that of bebo au warm my heart and help me heal 🥹 especially when these too adorable dorks are working through their own things together as well. Its admirable to see and read, and i honestly wish the best for them 🥺

I actually finished animating this a few days ago while due to cramming schoolwork. This was a project we had to do for animation class where we had to voice act a character introduction and then create a lip sync animation from it. I was wondering who to voice and then animate and was feeling uninspired. But then, when I saw Clark’s pirate designs for Dantalion and Matariel??? 🥺✨✨ HYHHH THEY WERE SO PRETTY THAT I HAD TO DO EITHER ONE OF THEM!!! 😫

I thought my voice and mood during the time felt closer to Dantalion’s character, and so i did the voice for her <33 Its quite stiff and clunky due to how rushed it was— I’ve been having difficulty keeping up with my schoolworks for the past few months again, and it doesnt help that… well… i’m… not really in the best terms with anyone in my class anymore… But! I hope what I’ve done is alright! I did the best that I could considering the circumstances!!!

I’m considering posting some of my unposted art in the future— theres definitely quite a lot i haven’t shown yet. Ngl I’ve been hiding away from social media due to the anxiety that posting has given me… I feel like I’ve been gone and inactive for too long, you know? (If you get what i mean [insert moominvalley reference] hshwjwhw) And I’m no longer the same bright eyed hyperactive 14 year old as before. However, if I do have the energy, I’ll definitely be posting here and all the other platforms that I’m on!

So for those who’ve been here since the start and are still here, tysm!!! And stay tuned for any future projects i may share!!!

Anyways— enough of my rambling! Here’s the final product of my lip sync animation!!!

Character: Dantalion from Bebo Au by @playingeasyy

#good omens #aziraphale #good omens aziraphale #beboau #dantalion #bebo au #dantalion bebo au #animation #benevolent bedomens

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tallyanimatez · 1 year

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Favorite thing to do

domicile au

What is your most favorite thing to do when you don't have 7 powerful men trying to fight over you?

Hangout out with your friends who are the same age as you! ( You believe you're the same age as them )

You don't dwell on living a life full of luxury. In fact, you wish you could live a normal mundane life just like back then, when you had a family.

Even if it is just a replica of what you once had.

Even if they are not beside you any longer .

Even if this is just to fill your hollow chest.

It's better than nothing. You always tell yourself that.

Whenever you have some leisure time, your first destination is the Heartslabyul manor, you always come there to pick up Ace and Duece for a friendship picnic. After convincing Riddle to let the two "troublemakers" get a break ( by threatening Riddle you'll never bake a strawberry tart for him again ). You then proceed to drag Adeuce duo to the track training area, where you encounter Jack. You remember him coming here, especially early in the morning for a quick run, so you keep it in mind whenever you want to hangout with him or join him during his runs, plus you never see Leona whenever you go here so it's two birds with one stone. Waving at Jack to catch his attention, you speak loudly that you'll be having a picnic near the forest at ramshackle field and he's invited. Then you proceed to drag the Adeuce duo to find Epel. Should your memory server you right, Epel will be at Spell drive club for some training or he could be wandering in the city to avoid Vil. Choosing the former option ( you know very well Leona has a soft spot for you and he falters easily at your tears ), you make your way to the Spell drive club. You are lucked out to find the apple boy there, and Leona is not there too! You waved at Epel in hopes that it would catch his attention, it took you a few tries but nevertheless he was able to notice you. You tell Epel that you, Jack, Ace, Deuce are going for a picnic, but before that, you need to invite one last guest before starting. You decided to bring the four to the meadow you found a few days ago and set up everything first before going to Sebek ( convincing Sebek is the hardest thing to do without having your ear drums blown off. However... just mention that Malleus gave him permission then he will be silent and come with you ). The walk to the castle took a while, but you think it's worth it because Sebek seems like he's off duty post for now seeing that he's outside the castle. Surprisingly he was kind of silent for today, but it is not your business so you decided to drag Sebek to the meadow again, only for your ears to be blown off during the entire journey...

"C'monnn Sebek, it's been so long since we were able to spend time with each other without having the leaders fighting over meeeee. It's even more rare that Grim let me off the hook once so I can be free!"

"HOW DARE YOU HUMAN THINK I'LL PARTICIPATE IN SUCH USELESS ACTIVITY-"

"Sebek, I will tell Malleus that you refused my invitation which made me cry, you'll be shunned by your Waka-sama."

"..."

"Wowie, Sebek actually stayed quiet for once."

"With Yuu's given position, it would be dumb for the crocodile to not stay silent. "

"Yeah yeah bleeee"

"Even Leona would give in a bit to their antiques, that shows how scary Yuu is..."

"But you did work hard for the position and you didn't use it for bad reasons, so I respect the decision."

It's always you trying to silence Sebek for everyone's greater good, then following Epel's admiration to Ace's harsh criticism, next is Jack's admiration (?) to Deuce's respect. They aren't wrong that the world could be under your feet at any given time with the connections you have formed. Nobody is strong enough to over power any of the seven.

But it wasn't what you wanted in the end.

Your wish was to find your family and reunite with them again. Even though you don't know if they'll live that long...

You promised to cherish every moment to them, so it's the least you could make it up to them.

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nerdlifecentralsblog · 1 year

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Unknown Secrets [6] - repost

Summary: Y/n heads back to Dubuque with some advice from Rowena. The Hunters and angels are still suspicious and Gabriel catches the reader in a few lies.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel , Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley (mentioned)

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,837

Warnings: n/a

A/N: Wowie, can't believe the last time I posted was Christmas! That's college life for you. Anyway, enjoy this chapter, and reach out if you have questions, suggestions, or something you want me to write! <33

“Rowena, you really don’t have to worry about me. I already let Ketch know before I left that I was feeling better and I have to keep their suspicions as low as possible. Disappearing wouldn’t help my case.” I say while tidying up the witch’s living room and packing my go bag and backpack.

“I am well aware of the terminal paranoia that runs in Hunter’s DNA, dear,” she says with a chuckle, “I am also aware that gaining Hunter’s trust is hard, but maintaining it is impossible.”

I know she is looking out for me, but honestly, I was hoping for some blind optimism to balance out the anxiety. “Trust me, I remember how long it took for Ketch and Mick to trust me and actually work with me regularly. I can’t lose that, Ro.” I say turning my back on her to continue packing. I hear her shoes click on the floor and stop right behind me.

“Y/n,” she says softly, “turn around and look at me, please.” I sigh and turn to look Rowena in the eyes. She gently takes my hands in hers and continues, “I know that you are a very capable and strong Hunter. And I’m sure those boys know it too, but promise me you will call if something doesn’t feel right or even to check in every few days so I know you’re okay.”

“I promise I will either call you or Crowley if something feels off.” Rowena visibly relaxes and gives my hands a quick squeeze.

“Speaking of my son, he told me this morning before you got up that he might have found some demons who might know of a way that could keep you more hidden from other supernatural beings.” she says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Tell him thank you from me whenever you talk with him. At least now I have something to tell Sam and Dean that you guys are working on some theories.” I shiver with nervous energy considering the thousands of possibilities of how these guys will react since I’ve been gone.

“Yes. Now you better get going, it’s a long drive back to Dubuque.” Rowena smiles and walks me to the front door after picking up my backpack for me. I sling my go-bag over my right shoulder and grab my backpack from Rowena. She gives a quick kiss on the cheek goodbye and closes her front door.

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The entire drive back to Dubuque I tried to do some calming breathing exercises to keep my anxiety in check, although I’m unsure that breathing exercises will be any match against warranted suspicions. Driving into the bare parking lot I park next to Baby and Ketch’s car on each side of myself.

“At least I know everyone is here and I only have to face them once.” I assure myself while taking my duffle bag out of the back of my truck along with my backpack that I sling over my right shoulder, closing the car door afterward. I take a deep breath and walk in the direction of room number 63. I called Ketch this morning after leaving Ro’s apartment to make sure they hadn’t changed hotels or rooms yet.

As I get closer to the room, I can hear the boys talking quietly inside and shuffling papers around. I take another deep breath and knock three times on the faded wooden door. I stick the door three times and take a small step back, nervously readjusting my backpack.

I hear shuffling as footsteps draw nearer to the door, they pause and forcefully open the door. Ketch stands before me with a tired smile on his face. I let out a sigh of relief and give him a hug.

“It’s so good to see you, y/n. How are you feeling?” Ketch asks, returning my hug and stepping aside for me to enter. I give a tight-lipped smile to everyone else in the room. Dean and Gabe both stare daggers while Sam is busy on his laptop on the bed furthest from the door.

“Glad to see you too, Ketch. I’m feeling much better, just trying to take it easy. Where’s Castiel and Mick?” I respond, walking inside and setting my backpack and duffle bag on the floor next to the small table. I take a seat on one of the chairs, Dean occupying the other, leaning back with his arms crossed.

Sam sighs saying, “They both went out to try and get some information.” I wait for him to elaborate more, or even for anyone to give me an update but no one speaks up. I glance around the room; no one has changed their positions since I walked in. The only movement is Sam’s keystrokes and Ketch quietly shutting and locking the door.

“What kind of information? Please tell me you guys have more of a lead than I do.” I ask, hoping to convince them to spill a little. Not just for my own safety, but if I’m going to be a part of this hunt I need to know what’s going on.

Gabriel snorts and shakes his head, “Important information that might be a lead depending on what Cas and Mick find out.” Dean says, still staring at me with either anger or distrust. Knowing him, probably a dangerous mix of both. I decide to stare back, plastering a confused look on my face trying to hide the frustration. I know exactly what they are trying to do, keeping me in the dark so they can gather information that I can only assume is against me.

Ketch stands behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. I'm sure he’s trying to calm me down and back off from this stare-down with Dean, but I’m lost as to how going along with this manipulation will benefit me.

“Yeah, I assumed that Dean. What would be helpful to know is maybe where they went, or possibly what information they’re finding to investigate a theory.” Sam’s typing stopped. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me and Dean as I wait for the dam to break on me.

Ketch’s hands tighten slightly as Dean leans forward and opens his mouth to speak when there is a loud knock at the door.

Ketch lets go of me and opens the door, the tension in the room that was mounting seems to dissipate slightly with this distraction. I look down at my lap and play with my hands, luckily the guys have all stopped watching me and are looking at the people at the door.

“Y/n! We weren’t expecting you for another hour! Are you feeling better I hope?” Mick says gently holding my biceps, as I stand to greet him. He looks at me as though he’s expecting me to pass out any second.

I chuckle at his excitement, “I’m feeling much better, haven’t passed out at all and I’ve been very careful.” “What did he mean that they weren’t expecting me for another hour?” Before I could question what he meant by not expecting me for an hour, Castiel walks into the room holding a bloody angel blade.

“What happened to you bro?” Gabe asks the angel. Castiel then glances over to me and back to his brother, his classic confused look on his face. Mick slowly lets his arms drop back to his sides. I feel my phone then begin to vibrate with an incoming call.

I pick up, “Hey Rowena! What’s up?” I ask cheerfully.

“Just checking up on you my dear, I’m sure they’re all putting you through the wringer right now.” I can tell she is worried about me, and I don’t like that the Hunters and angels are still staring at me.

“Not too bad, a bit tiring but that’s what I was expecting,” I say standing up and exiting the room. I’d rather not add more suspicions but I don’t have enough energy to talk in riddles around them. “I’m outside now, and yes they haven’t told me a thing yet.”

Rowena sighs and remains silent for a moment. “Are you doing okay with that? I know you value your friendships with Mick and Ketch the most. How are they treating you?”

“I mean, they were both very kind and excited to see me, but Mick and Ketch won’t say anything either. Castiel and Mick just got back from what Dean called getting ‘important information that might be a lead depending on what they find out’,” Rowena laughs quietly, “if I’m still on this hunt, how can I be of any use while being left in the dark?” I know I sound like a whiny child but it’s just so frustrating, plus Ro is a very good listener.

“Well, you could always try saying that to them?” I snort and shake my head at her suggestion. “It would also help put them at ease and understand if you’re acting a bit off, it’s because you were left behind and need to play catch-up in order to stay useful and not put yourself in danger on accident.”

“I guess I’m just feeling guilty about hiding what I know and what Crowley is looking into for me. I want them to trust me and to stay in this hunt, but I feel like none of them will trust me again no matter what I say or do.”

“The only thing I would tell you, my dear, is to be very guarded. Right now they all perceive you to be a threat. Don’t do or say anything that could strengthen those suspicions or you’ll be fighting an even worse uphill battle.” I wish there is more that she could tell me, it’s smart advice, it just makes me even more apprehensive about my decision to return to the case.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I'll be careful. I’ll try and call later depending on how much progress we make.”

“Alrighty, take care of those boys now.” I laugh at her comment and hang up, placing my phone back in my jeans pocket.

“Feeling guilty, huh?” I spin around with Gabriel standing a few feet away. Of course, it had to be Gabe who followed me out, couldn’t have been literally anyone else.

“So what if I am?” I challenge. I don’t think this will earn me any cooperation points with them, but maybe it will appear like I’m not hiding as big a secret. “You’re really telling me Sam and Dean don’t hold guilt about past actions?”

His whiskey eyes burned holes through mine, fists clenched at his sides almost shaking with anger. He takes a step toward me, and I take one back, fearful of what the tortured angel might do.

“I’m sure Sam and Dean have messed up plenty and are still living in the past. That doesn’t change the fact you told that witch friend of yours that you feel guilty because you’re hiding something about this hunt. Wonder what kind of super secret information you have that we won’t trust you?” He finished with a threatening head tilt, almost daring me to disagree.

Sam walks out, “You guys okay out here?”

Gabriel looks over his shoulder to look at Sam, “Oh lay off, Moose. I was checking up on your new best friend, y/n, and heard a very interesting conversation she was having with your witchy girlfriend.” Sam sighs heavily and shakes his head at Gabe's antics.

The angel turns to look at me again with fiery eyes again. I shrug at Sam and Gabe scoffs saying, “Don’t play the innocent card with Sammy here after trying to pull the confident, guilt-stricken hunter card with me.”

“You haven’t even given me two seconds to explain what we were talking about!” I interrupt what I assume was going to become another veiled threat, “She told me to update her once we got a bit more settled to make sure I’m feeling okay, and she is worried you are going to try to kill me or connect me to Asmodeus again.” I’m already in a hole with Gabe catching me airing out my dirty laundry, might as well get a shovel to make it look like I was digging a well and not my own grave.

“Fat chance!” Gabe exclaims, taking a few quick steps in my direction again. Sam must have seen the uneasiness on my face and took a few long strides and got between me and Gabriel.

He puts his hands up to block Gabe from nearing me, “How about we all go inside and talk about this with everyone? You can say your piece, y/n says hers, and we can decide what to do as a group to catch this sonofabitch faster.” Gabe stares up at Sam, and they seem to have another silent conversation. “What the hell is with these guys and reading each other’s minds?”

Gabriel huffs and saunters back to the motel door and opens it, glancing back at me behind Sam. “Ladies first,” he says with an exaggerated arm sweep toward the now open door.

I roll my eyes and brush past Sam back into the room, taking my previous seat at the small table, though I notice Dean has since taken Sam’s spot on one of the beds and Gabe has taken to standing right beside me, blocking my view to Mick and Ketch huddled around various weapons and herbs. He is also pointedly blocking the door, locking it shortly after Sam re-entered the room. I think he rolls his eyes at Gabe who rolls his eyes back. Sam walks over to his brother to take his laptop back and sit at the table across from me.

“So, Gabe,” Sam breaks the silence, causing the other men to cease their movements, “why don’t you start with why you were snooping on y/n’s phone call, and then y/n,” he states glancing at me, “you can say what you were talking about on that phone call with Rowena.” I nod and try to look around Gabriel to see Ketch or Mick, but the stubborn angel purposefully moves in front of my line of sight.

“First of all, Moose, not snooping.” I scoff, immediately regretting that choice with a warning look from Sam, “I was actually going to make sure she didn’t pass out or something since she was by herself.”

“Ever heard of privacy, wings?” I snap, another look from Sam shuts me up again.

“I am aware of that, smartass. I overheard y/n telling Rowena how guilty she feels at hiding something from us because she’s too scared we’ll see her differently and doesn’t want to tell us.” I know this guy has been around for thousands of years, but how is it possible he never actually grew up!

“I feel guilty because when I was with Rowena and Crowley I did some research cross-referencing weather patterns, crop failures, cow slaughters, the basic demon signs,” I pause, seeing how frustrated Gabriel was getting since I was speaking calmly and adding more detail. I guess he wanted me to admit I’m being sneaky because I have a huge secret.

“I noticed that there have been some of these demonic signs have been bouncing around between Manchester, Iowa, Platteville, Wisconsin, and Freeport, Illinois for the past twenty to thirty years,” I explain, taking out my computer to show the map I had drawn up with different colors for each demonic sign. I scroll through about ten maps showing different changes every other year as the Hunters and Angels crowd around me.

“While this is really impressive, y/n,” Mick states, “what does this have to do with your guilt Gabriel mentioned? You already gave Ketch a synopsis of what your research yielded.” Dean groans at Mick’s big words and strides back to the bed, flopping onto it.

I smile and continue, “While I told Ketch about my research I didn’t say what Crowley found out about these cities and why they didn’t show up in Rowena’s original spell. And he made me promise-”

“Original spell?” Gabriel asks, squinting at me.

I pause, not knowing what he’s talking about. “Yeah, the original spell. What about it?”

Dean sits up from his relaxed position and tries to stare me down for the second time today. The rest of the guys also visibly tune in to the conversation more and are eyeing Gabe and me.

“You saying Rowena’s original spell implies there were more spells she performed. I know she didn’t tell us about these spells, the Brits have never met her, Gabe and Cas don’t communicate with her regularly, so when exactly did she test out other spells?” Sam asks.

“She seriously did this spell only once with you guys?” Dean is still staring and Sam merely nods. “Ro’s losing her touch then, I asked for her to do the spell again on a smaller map to be sure it was for Dubuque and not a smaller town nearby or anything. And the spell again showed Dubuque.” Sam glances at Gabriel who is doing that stupid telepathic trash with Dean, at least it got him to quit staring at me. Technically it was only a white lie since the map wasn’t of Dubuque, but we did do the same spell again to double-check where the nephidemon is.

“Anyway,” I continue, “Crowley made me promise to not tell you guys that he has a demon with a number of connections has randomly gone off the radar for the past ten years. He wanted to see if this demon had anything to do with Asmodeus or his kid without y’all going in guns blazing and ruining a possible lead.” Everyone in the room aside from Gabriel has relaxed a bit and no longer seems to want me dead.

“So, why again do you feel guilty?” Sam pushes, “It’s not like Crowley has kept his inside demon bureaucracy crap hidden before to keep him as King.”

“Why does Sam have to always be so damn smart and read into everything. I was honestly hoping they might turn suspicions onto Crowley or this made-up demon but no, Sam has to use that Stanford brain.”

“Well, I assumed you would want to know anything I found out that had to do with anything demonic. I felt guilty that I was hiding this because this demon could end up being a big lead if Crowley can find her alive.” The tension that had built previously finally died down enough for me to breathe. Gabriel must have sensed it too and stepped away from me a bit so I can actually see Mick and Ketch by the bed closest to the door.

I’m thankful for the few minutes of silence to collect my thoughts and calm my breathing. I’ll have to remember to update Crowley and Rowena about all the lies I just said, I can’t have either of them getting shot in any cross-fire. Both have been extremely understanding and really put their lives and relationships with the Hunters on the line for me.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last nearly as long as I would like when Castiel speaks up, “What should we do now?” Dean gives the angel a shrug and the rest of us glance between The Brits and Dean. Gabriel is still sulking by the door with his arms crossed, playing with some grooves in the floorboards with his feet.

“Don’t you boys have a Men of Letters Bunker back in Kansas?” Ketch questions, “Those places are filled with weapons, books, spells, anything we could think to need to start seriously going after Asmodeus or his child.”

Everyone agrees and we all pack up whatever gear we brought with us and file outside the motel door towards the parking lot. Dean goes to return their room keys as Sam loads his and his brothers’ bags into Baby, Ketch does the same with his and Mick’s bags.

“Y/n, you should probably ride with us. No offense to your truck but I doubt it would make the drive to Kansas, let alone back here.” Mick says, a bit shy while holding out his hands for my duffle bag and backpack.

“I didn’t even think about that honestly, I’m sure it’s fine to leave it here and I hate long drives alone,” I say with a smile as I hand him my gear.

Dean returns and takes the keys from Sam as they get into the front seats, and the angels climb into the back. I let out a quick sigh of relief that Gabriel chose to ride with his brother and the Winchesters, I don’t think I could handle hours being stuck in a car with him and his suspicious attitude. Ketch and Mick get into the front seats with Ketch driving and Mick sitting passenger side, leaving me to sit in the middle seat in the back so I can still talk to both of them.

”Y/n, you do realize I know when you’re lying right?” Ketch says, looking back at me with the rearview mirror.

I scrunch my nose in confusion and ask, “I know you’ve been trying to convince me I have a tell or something for years, but I doubt that based on how often I beat you in poker.”

Ketch chuckles and Mick casts a smirk my way. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You do have a tell and no, I will never tell you because where’s the fun in that?” I roll my eyes and lightly smack his arm, “when you said that Crowley was looking into that demon that disappeared, your tell happened. Everything else seemed truthful, but you do know the truth will come to light sooner than you want.”

It almost sounds like a warning. I really need to try to bribe Mick to tell me about my supposed tell sometime, “Whatever you are hiding, you need to be straight with us.” Mick says, fidgeting with his collar. I might have a lying tell, but Mick messing with his cufflinks or shirt collar is certainly his nervous tell.

“I appreciate what you guys are saying, and you don’t have to worry that much about me. I’ll be okay.” I look at them through the rearview mirror, hoping to portray honesty because I truly want to believe that I will be okay through this whole thing.

“Anything you’re hiding, y/n, you either need to right it, tell us, or don’t let it bite you in the ass,” Ketch says as silence fills the car aside from faint radio music. He’s one-hundred percent right and I know it, and I’m unsure which of the three options will cause the least amount of relationship setbacks and Gabriel’s level of hatred directed at me and my father.

“No, I can’t afford to relate myself to that monster. I never have been and never will be like that, I can’t let myself.”

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #arthur ketch #mick davies #rowena #castiel #gabriel #crowley #spn x reader

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Silver Talks AniManga (29/10/23)

veeeeeeeeeeeeeery late this week I know it's my own fault really, I was warned by my buddy mega that yozakura would be a dense read and take a while but I didn't listen and underestimate how long it'd take, I should've started during the week but I only started reading on saturday NIGHT so no way in hell I was gonna be able to catch up.. by the time I went to bed on sunday I was on 111/200 so oof.. also didn't mon tue or wed so that's why the post is so late but anyhoo

green - new series/new to me pink - catching up

Anime

Frieren Ep8

very good episode like usual, even more for me cause of all the action. looks like the next one will also have quite a bit of it so I'm pogged up

Undead Unluck Ep4

bro that episode went absolutely INSANE?? HELLO the sakuga was so good I was losing my gourd I'm so glad uu got the adaptation it deserves also my queen yuuki absolutely stole the show, really showing why she's up there with the best of the best, it's gonna be sad not getting more gina til like cour 4 but it'll be worth the wait

Pokemon Horizons Ep26

pretty chill episode after all the excitement from last week's cour finale, mostly just setting up the plot for the future. tho we also got a new op and it goes absolutely crazy

Adult Precure Ep4

alright episode, mostly about what saki and mai have been up to, saki being engaged and mai breaking up with her bf. I know that in their shows, from the very start, the girls have crushes on boys (ofc it couldn't be otherwise cause toei are cowards) but you gotta understand how deep in the yuri mines I am. hearing them actually say they're engaged or dating a man gave me whiplash

Imas Million Live Ep4

good episode as usual, the best part was getting a lot more screentime for some of the girls that were barely in the other eps, tho it still wasn't that much and since this isn't following the og format there's always gonna be some girls that won't get their time to fully shine sadly. also got a couple momoko moments™ including the box so that was funny

Manga

Mission: Yozakura Family Ch1 - 200

wowie that was.. a lot better than I expected. honestly went in not expecting much, and after having just caught up to jujutsu from 1 to current I wasn't expecting yozakura to be so good since jujutsu is so much more popular but, hot take: I think it's way better like sheesh. I talked about it on my server but the only I thing I think jujutsu has over yozakura is the battles, otherwise it's beat in every category. I like the art a lot more, even from ch1 yozakura had waaaaay better paneling than even current jujutsu. and the whole cast is a lot more likeable. like from jujutsu I cared about gojo, nanami, maki and okkotsu. in yozakura we get cooldown chaps were the different family members do their own stuff and interact with each other which helps you get to know them more and in doing so liking them more, while still using these chaps to move the plot along so the pacing isn't too slow (outside of that little side detour with the past heads that got cut short prob by the editor but yknow)

anyway rambling and just repeating what I already said in the server but TL;DR it's good, glad to be caught up, and looking forward to it wrapping up in the near future since we're close to the final arc

Witch Enforcer Ch1

I started this mostly on a whim cause the art is good (artist's on here too btw @ camellia0x0) but I was pleasantly surprised. there was nothing surprising about the story but it was delivered well and the art was solid through the whole chap (tho the paneling is very basic but I'll give them a pass since it's their first serialization [only some one shots before]) and the concept of a witch making and using mechs is fun. looking forward to seeing this artist's growth as a mangaka, hopefully the series doesn't get axed too early

Undead Unluck 181

good chap, especially the end tho. never thought this could be a possibility but it makes total sense there'd be a reverse evil union on the side of god. never thought about it since we had under before. really curious to see how the next chap gonna but it's prob just gonna be introducing all those baddies that people will fight in the final arc

#silver talks animanga #now should go to bed it's quite late #I said I'd peep people after catching up in the other post but I'll do it tomorrow

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Unknown Secrets [6]

Summary: Y/n heads back to Dubuque with some advice from Rowena. The Hunters and angels are still suspicious and Gabriel catches the reader in a few lies.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader, Gabriel , Castiel, Mick, Ketch, Rowena, and Crowley (mentioned)

Pairing: everyone platonic

Genre: Angst, bit of fluff

Word Count: 3,837

Warnings: n/a

“I promise I will either call you or Crowley if something feels off.” Rowena visibly relaxes and gives my hands a quick squeeze.

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I hear shuffling as footsteps draw nearer to the door, they pause and forcefully open the door. Ketch stands before me with a tired smile on his face. I let out a sigh of relief and give him a hug.

Ketch’s hands tighten slightly as Dean leans forward and opens his mouth to speak when there is a loud knock at the door.

I pick up, “Hey Rowena! What’s up?” I ask cheerfully.

Rowena sighs and remains silent for a moment. “Are you doing okay with that? I know you value your friendships with Mick and Ketch the most. How are they treating you?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I'll be careful. I’ll try and call later depending on how much progress we make.”

“Alrighty, take care of those boys now.” I laugh at her comment and hang up, placing my phone back in my jeans pocket.

“Feeling guilty, huh?” I spin around with Gabriel standing a few feet away. Of course, it had to be Gabe who followed me out, couldn’t have been literally anyone else.

His whiskey eyes burned holes through mine, fists clenched at his sides almost shaking with anger. He takes a step toward me, and I take one back, fearful of what the tortured angel might do.

Sam walks out, “You guys okay out here?”

“Fat chance!” Gabe exclaims, taking a few quick steps in my direction again. Sam must have seen the uneasiness on my face and took a few long strides and got between me and Gabriel.

Gabriel huffs and saunters back to the motel door and opens it, glancing back at me behind Sam. “Ladies first,” he says with an exaggerated arm sweep toward the now open door.

“Ever heard of privacy, wings?” I snap, another look from Sam shuts me up again.

“Original spell?” Gabriel asks, squinting at me.

I pause, not knowing what he’s talking about. “Yeah, the original spell. What about it?”

Dean sits up from his relaxed position and tries to stare me down for the second time today. The rest of the guys also visibly tune in to the conversation more and are eyeing Gabe and me.

“So, why again do you feel guilty?” Sam pushes, “It’s not like Crowley has kept his inside demon bureaucracy crap hidden before to keep him as King.”

“I didn’t even think about that honestly, I’m sure it’s fine to leave it here and I hate long drives alone,” I say with a smile as I hand him my gear.

”Y/n, you do realize I know when you’re lying right?” Ketch says, looking back at me with the rearview mirror.

I scrunch my nose in confusion and ask, “I know you’ve been trying to convince me I have a tell or something for years, but I doubt that based on how often I beat you in poker.”

“No, I can’t afford to relate myself to that monster. I never have been and never will be like that, I can’t let myself.”

#supernatural fic #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic series #spn x reader #spn fanfiction #spn fic #spn fanfic #gabriel #rowena #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #mick davies #arthur ketch #crowley

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carrd-and-blog-resource · 2 years

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Last post regarding this. Tumblr is being a hellsite and literally showing these asks in my inbox despite blocking the user, so here.

@sudouleo My headmate self harmed last night over you repeatedly messaging us. We asked you multiple times to leave us alone. Stop.

Also, the Carrd........ HAS THIS PAGE WITH TONS OF SOURCES, INCLUDING LITERAL MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS. Damn, that sure was hard to go find. /s

The second Carrd I linked is a Carrd by another system which talks about being suicide baited by anti-endos, so it's very interesting that you just ignore it entirely. Oh, and would you look at that, it links to a source that lets you know that outside of America, the diagnostic criteria manual specifically states that the presence of two or more identities doesn't always equal a mental disorder.

And the "kin website"... Is not a website about kin. Again, shithead, you're proving nothing here. You are not fighting The Evil Endos. You're triggering someone until their traumatized part relapses and then also proving you don't bother to read sources if you think they conflict with what you think. The front fucking page has this text: "This website is a group collaboration by & for plurals & multiples, and their supporters, friends & family. While most content nowadays is by The Crisses, Kinhost.org has always been a community wiki project and accepts comments, submissions, contributions and collaborations, whether anonymous or attributed"

And since it's SOOOOOOOOO hard for you to browse the website, here's their easily accessible page dedicated to debunking the claim there is no research on endogenics. Oh, and would you look at that! Multiple sources! Medical journals! Statements from professionals! Wowie zowie!

Also, I'm transmasc. Do not call me girlie, please. In general - Do not ever interact with my account again. I do not know WHY the fuck you chose to come after me considering I have no idea who the fuck you are and we've never interacted before, but I hope Tumblr responds to my email about harassment relatively quickly.

In general:

When I say "do not follow this blog or interact with it if you're anti endogenic," take a fucking moment to consider why I might ask that perhaps. "Do not interact" does not mean "interact anyway to argue with me". You have a block button. Use it.

#self harm tw #misgendering tw #harassment tw #fakeclaiming tw #sudouleo #discourse tw

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stanwixbuster · 2 years

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oh wowie i've never done a tag game before thank you @neumoegen

Favorite color: #1aa3ff and i can quote that damn thing from memory because of how much i type it out when doing web shit, but any sky blue is good

Currently reading: my discworld readthrough is currently on reaper man which has been fantastic and i recently got those bigass tomes of the eric perdue translation of agrippa

Last song: i just posted this one so i'll do a bonus but i'm going through the list i made while i was at arctangent i'm a god damn idiot for not getting to dvne sooner. i need to get through the rest of the album but i'm just helplessly looping towers over and over

youtube

and while you're here listen to hippotraktor they're exceptional live so now i get an excuse to be even more annoying about them

youtube

Last series: still getting through bcs and chuck can eat an entire dick

Last movie: it has been. so long since i watched a movie that i've forgot what it was i need to do better

Sweet/savory/spicy: savoury all the way

Currently working on: gayboy semi-linear vn where you play a detective trying to catch a serial thief whilst also trying to seduce a local poet, hopefully done by the end of this month in time for a game jam

and for people i'm tagging let's do @kanakamii @systemsready @kurtle @salshuman @billy-iguess @thedanmys @worst-catgirl @magicalmysteryperson

#this was very fun #fun hippotraktor fact: i walked by sanders between sets and said hi and he tapped my shoulder and complimented my outfit #going to be riding that high for weeks #txt

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theonetruebinkly · 1 year

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2-2-2023

Daily journal entry for 2-2-2023

Wowie, it’s been a while since I last posted here. Nearly a year in fact. A lot has changed since then, including the fact that I’ve started writing a “daily” journal. I’ve experimented with a few different ways of posting these writings since they’re good practice and maybe my family and friends would find them interesting to read, and ultimately came back to this website. So expect some more…

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#class #daily #exercise #food #journal #manga #media #reading #running #school #webseries #workout

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tubulargirly · 1 year

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well, well, well.. what do we have hereee

Wut da fak is up bitchezzz. Damn It has really been over 2 years since I been on this shit and it showssss. I was just re-reading old posts like one would a diary, and I laughed and cringed so much lmao but i am SO happy that I have this. Ya know I actually came across my new boyf’s (ooh la la, but not really lol) friend’s ex’s blog that she has and I was like waait a dayum minute, i have one of those on TUMBLR! So yah.. safe to say I kinda forgot about ya, but i’m here now with soo much tea (;

Well first thing’s first: I HAVE THE CUTEST BABY GIRL. Yep you read that right, I am a muva! Her initials are AJF born 7/16/22. She is the sweetest and best thing to happen to me. She is actually fast asleep right now, while I’m sitting on the old couch in my new apartment. Yup, NEW apartment! I live in the same complex as my last but I got a new one with my boyfriend. Yessir I got a new mans and his name is Liva. He’s Tongan, 26 years of age, outgoing af, annoying, and alll the things. He is currently out with his friends for a birthday celebration at The Westerner, and I am home just kinda contemplating life per usual LMAO. Before I catch up on the ins and outs of my chaotic relationship lemme tell you what else is new.

I dropped out of school :’( and i’m unemployed. Yeah bitch.. we ain’t got no job since we had a baby cause day care is expensive af and there’s no one else who can take care of my baby as best as me. I still have my lil Nissan Versa. I’m soo broke that now i actually have bill collectors calling my everyday D: which means my credit is shit and I am essentially ruining my life.. lol. But I know these financial hard times will pass. Currently on the job hunt for jobs I can work in the evening.. which is a whole ‘notha story i gotta tell you about.. but wowie I am overjoyed to return to Tumblr! So yeah this new mom/postpartum/unemployed/unhealthy relationship/mentally unstable part of my life is RUFF. But we still outchea tryna make the best of everyday! Well.. some days I actually just wanna cry in the shower and forget my life LMAO but I am here and trying and thats all I can say at this moment.

I will write more and hopefully post more pics as well to update yall on my life hehe.

12/10/2022 @ 10:51pm on a cold Winter Saturday.

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takumochi · 6 years

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i need to vent lmao SOO ill be screaming in the tags as usual ---- read at ur own risk lmao

#hewwo!!!! welcome to theas life #figured it was abt time to make my own post to vent on #well so theres this kid in my math class #lets just call him asshole #asshole is a tall white dude with hair that looks like a fokan beaver (sorry beavers) and hes. literally the worst #and i just met him when the semester started so i. dont know this guy. i only talk to him bc my friend is friends with asshole #so this dude... busts into my life... and starts makin homophobic autistic and racial slurs left n right #im a filipino thats not very straight so naturally im offended but also. what a trashy dude #i put up with this for a while. idk why. maybe its bc i dont want to start a scene or make an enemy in math class. i need to pass jfc #now its been like 4 months since hes been sayin this shit #and last monday! he finally crossed the fokan line! april 2 2018 i metaphorically kicked my foot so far up his ass he could taste my nails #so what happened is that i was just chillin #talking to my friends on my macbook nothing much #and asshole thinks we're frieeeends bc i've been civil with him this whole time n tries to take my macbook to see wat im doing : )#and so i slap his hands away n tell him with balls of steel 'get ur nasty hands off my macbook' and wowie! he looks at me surprised like #'taking someone that u DONT KNO's stuff is normal? y r u so sensitive' kind of look #and then he calls me a lesbian then a heterosexual then some other shit like being any of those was an insult.#and so i call his ass out! 'ur seriously using lgbt slurs as an insult??' and he laughs n then. i shit u not #idk why he even said it but he fokan #'i dont care if youre a lesbian or whatever. id still rape you'#my balls hardened into diamond as i prepared to beat the nuts out of asshole #did he rly. threaten me w rape. just bc i told him to not touch my stuff #sighhh so i dont talk to him for the rest of the hour. i told my friends abt what happened n im so thankful theyre demons #long story short i reported him and ruined a 3 year long relationship ! :)#hes been leaving me alone lately. idk wat kind of punishment he got bt i hope they make it more #yea n thats my life update HHH #im going to sakura matsuri in dc on saturday tho...!!!!!! im gonna raid all the shops #im so ready... its so cold in mn but its like 70s-80s in dc :0 #like its kinda warm.. like its 40F rn but its not 70s #also im gonna buy a lot of lotte shint there....... smuggle that good shint bac 2 mn

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pedros-mustache · 2 years

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bogatá nights

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word count: ~5k

warnings: smut (18+) only. also: twinge of angst, smoking, language, x fem!reader

a/n: wowie, something over than din! this was written at some point over the summer and then promptly forgotten. i am severely overwhelmed with my job atm, so i wanted to post this while i ✨survive✨the daily fight. i am still committed to nighthawks like no other, and also considering a javi mini-series, so rest assured i’m not going anywhere; things are just... slow... right now.

please let me know what you think of this! been awhile since i posted anything other than din so i’m a bit nervous. (and before anyone asks: this is just a one-shot 😅) anyway: thanks for sticking with me! xoxo.

A cool evening breeze filters through your open window, rustling the gauzy curtains flung to either side. It’s dark out, the sky obsidian, starless. Below, the streets of Bogotá are restless. Music from the bar on the corner pulses through the neighborhood; laughter and hurried footsteps a countermelody to the thump of bass and brass. You glance at the clock on your bedside table. Ten o’clock—right on schedule.

There is an energy to this place so unlike your quiet, suburban home in the States. Here, in Bogotá, where tomorrow is more of a hope than a promise, the nights tremble with vitality. The transition from daylight to nightfall is whiplash, a sharp right turn from hard-scrabble living to carefree revelry. God, you love it. Even if you don’t often find the chance to participate in the fun, you crave the sounds of life that meet you every night. True, unrestrained existence fighting for a moment of levity in a place that can be so severe.

Plus, if you’re being honest with yourself, nights lift your work-weary spirit because nights bring you Javier—and tonight, a Thursday, your hair still wet from a shower, door locked to the rest of the boarding house, is no different.

You hear him coming before he darkens your window.

His footsteps clang against the rickety fire escape attached to the side of the building. You’ve told him—time and time again you’ve told him—to tread lightly on the stairs leading to your window. If Sister Cordelia finds out one of her borders has been sneaking a man into her room nigh on every night for the last month… You shudder to think how hard your ass will hit the pavement when given the boot.

Sliding from your bed, you tuck your book—a children’s paperback, entirely in Spanish; you’re trying to do better—to the side. You can’t help but grin, lower lip tucked between your teeth, as you near the window. Javi mutters beneath his breath as he crests the last platform; you know, not because you understand his grumblings, but because it’s the same routine every night.

You lean against the window frame and smile when he drops the grate closed, sealing himself off from the rest of Columbia, maybe the rest of the world. The cigarette hanging between his plush lips glows red at the tip.

“Hi.” It’s a whispered greeting, nerves dancing around the edge of your mouth.

Even after all this time, you don’t know where you stand in Javi’s mind, much less his heart; you can’t even hazard a guess. He’s a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. You saw him not five hours ago as you left the embassy, your eight hour shift at the front desk completed yet another day. He was hunched over a pile of paperwork, phone jammed between his ear and his shoulder. He didn’t look at you when you left.

Still, he’s here. That has to count for something.

He stubs his cigarette out on the brick wall. “You gonna let me in or not, cariño?”

You tilt your head to the side. “Only if you ask nicely. I don’t let just any man crawl through my window, you know.”

The corner of his mouth pulls to one side, and he snorts in amusement, a huff of laughter tight in his chest. Half of his face shines in the warm light of your bedroom. A heavy tenebrism highlights the straight line of his jaw, the stress line between his brows, the curve of his nose. You resist the urge to reach for his face and brush your thumb over the apple of his cheeks.

He braces one forearm on the top corner of the window frame and leans close. His dark eyes arrest yours, holding you still, breathless, putty in his capable hands. “Would you pretty fucking please let me in?” His smirk widens, gaze dropping to your parted lips. “Been thinkin’ about you all day.”

Heart in your throat, you step aside, fingers curled tight in the fabric of your sheer curtains. Javi bends at the waist and ducks his head as he drops through the open window. His shoes hit the hardwood with a heavy thump, and you catch his elbow on a wince.

“Fuck! Javi! Do you want the whole fucking building to know you’re in here?” You press yourself to his side, glancing toward your bedroom door, straining your eyes in the dim light of the room to search for the tell-tale twist of the doorknob.

He can’t be here; you both know this. For a plethora of reasons, Javier Peña cannot and should not be in your bedroom. Yet he is.

That has to count for something.

“Why don’t you move?” he asks. “Find some apartment that doesn’t give a shit about who comes to visit.”

Rolling your eyes, you give him the same answer you give everyone who asks why you’d ever live in a building that allows women and women only beyond the threshold. “It’s cheap, and the embassy pays me peanuts. Besides, some of the other secretaries live here. We walk home together. Bogotá isn’t the safest place in the world. You of all people know that.”

Javi ignores the pinched expression on your face, ignores the risk of your togetherness, and captures your mouth with his. He tastes like cigarettes and stale coffee, like the long, tireless hours that weigh his shoulders down, like the endless depths of mystery surrounding his person. You are drunk on him, have been since he first lingered by your desk and asked about your mother.

You know so little about him and yet so much. You know how he likes his coffee, how he’s constantly forgetting his signature when he turns in documents for you to file, how he takes a smoke break at eleven on the dot. You do not know much about his parents or his childhood or what brought him from Texas to Columbia. But maybe those things don’t matter. Maybe all that matters is the weight of his hand pushing your body closer to his and the way his tongue glides along yours. Maybe all that matters is he is here, now, with you. The other things—the surface nothings you clung to in past relationships—maybe those things don’t matter with Javi.

You hum against his lips, smoothing your hands across his shoulders and down the lengths of his arms. The leather jacket beneath your fingers is stiff, but the man himself bends, pliable under your touch.

You pull away and begin shucking the jacket from his body. “Your shoulders feel tense, Javi,” you say. “Lie back.”

He goes with some measure of grumbling, but soon flops to your bed, long limbs sprawled out across the white comforter as he reaches for the carton of cigarettes he left on your bedside table a week ago. Jacket still in hand, you drop it to the floor as you move to straddle his hips. You settle your weight on him and merely quirk an eyebrow when he realizes there’s nothing beneath your silken nightgown but your bare skin. He shakes his head on a chuckle and puts the unlit cigarette aside. His hands, broad, well-worn, fall to your waist, and his eyes roam your body as silence stretches taut like a rubber band.

“What makes you so uneasy?” you ask, knowing full well what his answer will be, what it always is.

“Nothing you can change.” He sighs, lifts a hand to massage the bridge of his nose. “Nothing I can change either, it seems.”

A beat passes, your eyes locked with his, before you lean over and grab the Spanish paperback shoved beneath your pillow. Javi’s hand trails up your back when you linger, breasts to his chest, fingers flipping through the yellowed pages. His breath fans the damp hair clinging to your temple. Upon sitting back, you wiggle your hips to get comfortable and ignore both the drag of your cunt over Javi’s jeans and the strained puff of air that leaves his mouth. You clear your throat—

—and begin reading.

You keep your tone even, your pacing smooth, as you work your way through the page. It’s hard work—reading aloud and comprehending the words at the same time—but you do your best. Or what you hope is at least passable.

“La Telaraña de Carlota—Charlotte’s Web.” You flick your eyes over the top of your book and bite back a grin when you meet Javi’s tranquil gaze. The stress lines etched so deep across his forehead have eased, replaced by a half-smile that makes your tummy flip. “You’re doing good, cariño. Keep going.”

You resume, and sink into the warmth of the moment. Your voice, clear and determined, mingles with the sounds of the street below. Though the sound of a car backfiring gives you pause, and the start of a light rain has you wondering if you should close the window, there is only you and Javier in this moment. He is strong beneath you, quiet as he listens to you read a children’s novel. His eyelashes fan his cheeks, his chest rising and falling in a slow, comfortable rhythm.

Good, you think. He deserves rest. As hard as he works, he deserves an evening where the world forgets he exists. Where he is allowed to simply be—no agenda, no demands.

As the pages go by and the plot progresses, Javi grows restless, distracted, though he corrects your mispronunciations when he catches them. His thumb dips beneath the hem of your teddy, and you fumble over a phrase. Firm fingertips skim across the valley between your hips, nearing the growing ache in your core, until, right at the last moment, he flattens his palm against your stomach, fingers spread wide.

You continue reading.

“Estiércol,” he corrects, gaze intent on your body as he pushes your nightgown up with his wrist, revealing your naked flesh to the room. There’s a furrow between his brow, likely matching yours; though yours is born out of pleasure, not concentration. “Shit.”

“Huh?” Your eyes flutter shut as his palm nudges the underside of your breast. When the pad of his thumb presses against your nipple, you bite the inside of your cheek. His hand is warm, but his fingertips cold; you shiver, your hips moving involuntarily in response.

“Estiércol means shit. Manure, technically. The sentence means, ‘The stable smelled like hay and manure.’”

He rolls your nipple between his fingers until it pebbles. The heat in your core intensifies, his touch like bellows to the fire stirring low in your belly. Your head lolls to the side, and your hands drop, the book folding shut on your fingers.

“Oh.”

With his opposite hand, he nudges the book. “Keep going.”

Blinking, you frown. You’ve lost interest in the story of Charlotte and Wilbur and all the farm animals. You’d rather rip the buttons from his sky blue shirt and mark his skin with the wet heat of your mouth.

He is golden in the lamplight, lit like a Caravaggio painting. You’re lucky. Half of Columbia vies for Javi’s attention—his affection, his sense of justice; yet he is here with you, his length hardening beneath your core, his pupils blown wide as he kneads your breast.

You drop the book, a sharp crack rending the air when the spine hits the floor. Javi’s brows lift, and he glances from the discarded book to you. He swallows, palms pushed flat against the bed as he lifts his neck, a muscle in his forehead ticking as he watches you lift your nightgown and toss it aside. You’re left naked before him, and for the first time in a long time, you feel no desire to cover yourself beneath a shield of darkness.

“We can read another time,” you say, slipping your pointer finger between the closed buttons of his shirt. “There’s something else I’d like to study for now.”

Javi grins as he rids himself of his shirt. Your hands roam his chest, the dip of his collarbone, the corded muscles that work in his shoulders as he unbuttons his jeans. You move off of his lap long enough to allow him space to pull off his trousers. The faded pants fall to the growing pile on the floor with a muted thump.

You quirk an eyebrow and lay your hand in the center of his chest, pushing him back amongst the pillows as you reposition yourself over his hips. His cock rests heavy against his stomach.

“Commando?” you tease. “How often do you do that?”

Javi avoids your eyes as he rubs your arms. He lifts one hand to massage the breast he neglected moments before. “Only when I know I’m set to be naked within the hour.” There’s something beneath his words, something you can’t quite place, but you don’t have the chance to ask before he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and whispers, “Come ‘ere.”

When he calls, you listen—every time.

Javi’s lips are tender against yours. You angle your head, and he takes the opportunity to move his mouth over yours, his mustache a tickle against your upper lip. When his tongue touches yours, you sigh, and any weight left in your body dissipates. You collapse against him, his warm skin, his smooth tongue. The throbbing in your cunt hurts, and you squirm against the base of his cock, your growing slickness smacking in the quietness of the room.

He chuckles. Fucking bastard—he chuckles. Your heart twists with something akin to delight.

Sliding his hands away from your face, he finds your hips, holding you still. The blunt edges of his nails dig into the flesh of your waist.

“I want you, Javi.” The words fall against his lips, into his mouth, a hurried, hushed whisper of desire. “Please.”

He kisses you again—a wet pop of his lips on yours. “You do?”

You nod, dragging your slick center over whatever inch of his skin you can find despite the hands anchoring you tight to his waist. You can’t see him—your eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows pulled tight in a frown of painful pleasure—but you’re sure he’s laughing at you, smirking at your neediness. “Mhmm.” A whine, high-pitched and pathetic.

It’s so easy for him to get you like this—a pile of goop in his hands, whiny and submissive and moldable like play-doh. He can do whatever he wants to you; he knows it, too. He’s just so damn good you can’t find the space in your lust-cluttered mind to care.

Two thick fingers slither between the inch of space between your bodies. Your eyes snap open when he crooks his fingers against your entrance.

“Oh!”

Javi gives a smug huff through his nose. “That what you want, cariño?” As if to emphasize his point, he slips his fingers deep within your core and presses the flat of his thumb against your clit. He drags his fingers forwards and backwards in your cunt, and you gasp as pleasure radiates through your lower half.

“Yes.” You curl your hand against his chest, nails scraping his flesh. “Yes.”

He releases your hip to smooth his palm over your temple, fingers dragging through your hair. “So pretty,” he whispers. His hips jolt upwards as your own body takes on a mind of its own, your hips grinding circles around the fingers trapped in your warmth.

You have enough presence of mind to curl your fingers around his length and give a few experimental pumps of his thick, throbbing flesh. Though his fingers work magic—rubbing and circling and scissoring—your time with him tonight will be fleeting. It always is. You don’t have the luxury or the patience for tarrying.

Beads of precum ooze around your thumb when you pull on the head of Javi’s cock. He stifles a groan by biting on his lower lip, and your breath catches in your throat simultaneously. A shared moment of forbidden ecstasy.

His slow, unhurried ministrations on your clit threaten to tip you over the edge if he continues much longer. When you do come, you’d rather he be inside you, stretching you, filling you up with his own release. Fuck, you’re intoxicated by him.

“Inside me,” you murmur. “I want you inside me.”

At this, the lazy, contented sheen over Javi’s eyes fades. He drags his gaze from the swollen bundle of nerves at your center and meets your wide, pleading stare. His jaw tightens, and he pushes his back higher against the headboard. The sound of his hand cracking against your ass hits the moment the sky outside illuminates with a similar crack of lightning. You would laugh at the coincidence, say something witty that might impress him, but you stay quiet.

“Turn around,” he says, the arrogance of moment’s earlier vanished from his voice.

You are quick to listen.

Spinning on your knees, you fist both of your hands—your trembling, quivering hands—in the sheets near the foot of your bed. Javi grabs your shins and pulls to either side, stretching you over his legs until you feel a cool breeze drift over your soaked heat. His breath, you realize; you shudder, dropping your head between your shoulders. Your knees dig into the soft mattress, your spine curled and body quaking.

Javi pushes the head of cock between your folds—just the tip—and resumes his hold on your hips. He clears his throat, and the sound is so out of step with the rigid moment that you nearly look over your shoulder to check on him. He speaks before you get the chance.

“Go ahead. Fuck yourself on my cock, querida.”

A garbled whimper parts your lips when you move your hips backwards, swallowing his length inch by blessed inch. Holy hell—oh shit—oh fuck… You don’t realize you’re speaking, cursing low beneath your breath as you rock back and forth on his cock, until Javi snickers.

“What’s that?” he asks, massaging his palm along your ass cheek, spreading you wide so he can watch the way his body is encased in yours.

“Don’t be—” Your voice hitches on a whine. Fuck, he stretches you so well. “Don’t be so goddamn smug.”

“You look good.” His fingertips dip over the small of your back, and he pushes his palm there, lifting his own hips to meet yours on their descent. “Shit, that feels good. God, you’re so tight.”

Though you’ve practiced how to hold your tongue in moments such as these, you can’t help but moan, long and low, into the bed comforter as Javi meets you thrust for thrust. His balls slap against your skin, and you grit your teeth, some clear part of your mind hoping, wishing, praying that no one can hear through the thin walls. Just because your room is situated at the end of the hall, away from the staircase and the communal bathroom, doesn’t mean you are in the clear.

The tension in your cunt bursts without warning, and you come with a ragged cry. Tears blur your vision as Javi fucks you through it, his thrusts faster, harder, as he searches for his own release. His fingertips concave your skin, and you feel him everywhere. He’s like a blanket: you can feel him around your shoulders, where he holds tight to the junction between your neck and your back; you can feel him around your legs, where he grips your shin; you can feel him so tight and deep in your core, twitching and pulsing when he comes. He is everywhere, covering you, swallowing you in the fringes of his warmth.

When all is said and done, you both lay in sated bliss, your cheek pressed against the cool sheets, his hand lingering in the small of your back. Your pussy flutters around his softening length when he shifts, and you laugh to yourself, meeting his eyes across your tangled bodies. He smiles.

After a moment, he gently pushes against your back. You shuffle forward and release a shaky breath when his cock slips free of your heat. Javi reaches for a cigarette, the muscles in his stomach contracting as he moves. Cigarette lit, a thin line of smoke wafts across the bedroom, toward the open, rainy window. You crawl to the head of the bed and lay on your side, hands tucked beneath your cheeks, watching, waiting for him to break the silence.

He offers you the cigarette, his tired gaze trained on your bureau. “I know what you want,” he finally says.

“What’s that?” Your words fumble around the cigarette, the chemicals lacing your tongue, teasing your senses. “There’s a lot of things I’d like.”

Javi turns his head and gives you an unimpressed stare. When you grin, laughing at his easily-miffed sensibilities, he removes the cigarette from between your fingers and takes another drag.

“You want me to walk into the embassy tomorrow and tell everyone.” He pauses. “About us.”

Oh.

You hadn’t been expecting that.

These are dangerous waters you tread. If you know anything about Javier, you know he’s a flight risk. Communication, openness, commitment—none fall under Javi’s repertoire. His reputation precedes him, and though you aren’t one to believe all the gossip, the last month has proved most water cooler titterings as true.

He’s great in bed. He’s moody, evasive, a chainsmoker with a hunger for setting wrong things to right. He cannot—and will not—be tied down.

You knew tangling yourself in the life and arms of Javier Peña would be a stretch out of your comfort zone. You like order and stability, and Javi is unpredictable at best. You appreciate a man who wants to show you off, and, aside from your bedroom, you’ve never seen Javi outside the embassy walls.

Still, despite it all, you like Javi—a lot. That has to count for something.

You prop yourself up on an elbow to better look at his face. “No, not necessarily.”

He meets your eyes, one brow arched. “We’ve been fuckin’ like rabbits for a month, and I haven’t even taken you to get a salad at some shitty restaurant.”

You scoff on a laugh, smiling in spite of the vulgar, yet factual, assessment of your relationship. “That’s very eloquent and heartfelt.”

Shaking his head, he sits straight, running a hand over his face. “Don’t patronize me.” The cloud he often takes with him—the one that is bloated gray with his passions and his desires, warped by the violence he encounters day after day—has returned; it’s never gone for long.

With a sigh, you push yourself away from the mattress and draw closer to him. The bedsheets pool around your waist, leaving your breasts exposed, but you feel no need to cover up around him. You wrap an arm around his lower back, rub the skin of his hip, kiss his shoulder. He’s so warm, always so damn warm.

“I like this, Javi,” you say, your voice quiet, careful.

Javi drops the hand shielding his eyes and moves his chin. Though he doesn’t look at you, he’s listening. The opening scene of Jaws flashes before your mind’s eye: Get out of the water. Only you’re stuck, trapped by the undercurrent, wrapped up in Javi and everything you know he is and can be. So, you push forward, heart rate slowly picking up speed.

“I’ve had a lot of fun the last month or so,” you continue. “You’re a good man and a really great fuck. Sure, there are times I wish we could go out and get salads at a shitty restaurant, but I… I understand your hesitation, I think.”

Javi leans over to grind his cigarette to dust in an ashtray before reaching for your arm. His thumb brushes along your skin in comfortable circles. “I don’t have time for all the red tape Messina will put me—us—through if I say anything. If I let myself get distracted…” He meets your eyes, and you press your hand to his cheek. His voice drops to a whisper, reverent in its intensity. “I’m so close to Escobar, cariño. So fucking close.”

You straighten your spine, grabbing one of his hands with what you hope is an encouraging squeeze. “Okay. Then we don’t go out for salads and we keep quiet as we have been.”

You could leave it there, let him off the hook and watch him swim to some form of freedom, but your gut tells you to keep going. Keep going, keep going, keep going. You like him too much to let this fade to black.

When you speak, your voice rings true, as though you read your own words from a children’s paperback. “I’ll wait for you, Javi. I’m not going anywhere so I’ll wait.”

He doesn’t say anything, and you didn’t expect him to. The way he kisses you, though, sealing his mouth over yours, his fingertips holding the base of your jaw as he bends you backwards into the sheets—that says enough.

You giggle—a girlish, winsome sound—and wind your arms around his neck, holding him close as his mouth devours yours. It doesn’t take long for your body to respond to his, naked as you are. As his tongue licks into your mouth, you curl your legs around his back, locking him in place with your heels. He smiles against your lips, pulls against their fullness with his teeth, and you simper.

“I’ve got to go,” he mumbles, his warm, wet mouth dragging across your cheek to the spot behind your ear.

You pout when he starts to pull away. “Do you?”

“As long as you insist on renting a room in a building where I am not welcome simply because of my dick, then yeah, I gotta go.”

Leaning your weight on your elbows, you watch as he gathers his clothes from the floor, shoving his long legs into his pants, his arms into the unbuttoned sleeves of his shirt. The fabric hangs open over his sun kissed chest while he slides assorted items into his pocket from the side table. He tucks his gun and his badge into his waistband then pats his pockets, glancing over either shoulder.

You point to the floor. “The pack fell.”

“Oh, thanks.” He stoops to pick up the cigarette pack then shrugs on his jacket, making quick work of the buttons he forgot.

“You know,” you start, sitting forward. “I could always come to yours.”

Javi freezes, buttons askew and eyes wide.

Shit—shitshitshitshit. You cringe, internally and externally, wishing for all the world that you could have just left well enough alone. You’ve danced over hot coals enough for one night and you just had to push your luck one last time, didn’t you?

You pull the nearest bed sheet over your naked body and look away.

“Cariño…” The endearment is a sigh, one that makes your stomach clench with regret. “Hey, look at me.”

You do, your eyes dragging from the frayed edge of your pillowcase to his firm face.

“I can’t cook for shit, my apartment is bare bones, and I’m almost never there because I’m either here, at the embassy, or asleep at a stakeout.” His eyelashes quicken as he blinks, and the tension in his shoulders suddenly drops. “But yeah, I’ll have you over some time—some time soon. It’s long overdue.”

He leans down to kiss you once more. Chaste when everything you’ve done in the last hour has been anything but. “Te lo prometo.” He gives a playful swat to the hip left uncovered by the bed sheet, and you grin. “Translate that.”

Javi leaves much the way he came: a broad-framed, grumbling man squeezing through an open window. He flips up the collar of his jacket, and his eyes narrow as he tilts his head back toward the sky, rain dousing his face. He hesitates, and you wonder if he’s considering crawling back through the window, into your room, into your bed. After a moment, he closes the window with a firm push to the lip of the frame. It clatters shut, window panes rattling, and then he’s gone, ambling down the fire escape to the world below.

You sit on the edge of your bed. Rain splatters against the window, but the bar across the street continues to pump the air with frenetic music.

Javi’s come has long since dried between your legs—the only thing he leaves you to remember him by, a sticky, salty parting gift. The evidence of your togetherness will wash away in the shower tomorrow morning. It always does; it’s just as fleeting as him.

For now, though, as you drop back against your mattress, you fall asleep knowing—knowing in some way Javier Peña is yours.

And for now, that is enough.

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