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notjustjavierpena · 2 months
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Does hubby and his wife have rougher sex sometimes? I saw you wrote a post where you thought about him spanking her 🙊🙈
Rough (Drabble)
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A/N: This is just a little treat because I love getting smutty anons. The monkey emojis really made me do it. As always, thank you to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta’ing. Absolute queen 🫡💖
Summary: PWP. It is what it is!
Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)
Tags: husband!javier loves his wife, dom/sub undertones, rough sex, doggy style, pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, light choking, sprinkled with breeding kink, sprinkled with some love and devotion
Word count: 800
Rough
Javier has you on your hands and knees. The house is empty except for you, all doors and windows closed to allow what you are doing to reach a volume that would concern your neighbors if they heard.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” he commands as he fucks you and you immediately grab it so harshly that your knuckles start to hurt. However, you are too caught up in the way pleasure shoots through your system like tiny electric currents to notice.
“Who’s a good girl?” He asks and lets his palm come down on your ass and your moan is pathetic. The lingering sting makes you clamp down on his cock, causing a low growl to spill from his mouth in the midst of his strained panting. He goes impossibly rougher and sends you flying forward until you have to cross your arms in front of you, rest them on the headboard, and lay your forehead against them if you don’t want to bang into the wall.
“Me,” you whisper, trying to concentrate on your rapidly approaching orgasm. His cockhead is grinding against your g-spot with each thrust, and it feels so good that you cannot keep sounds from pouring from your lips. Your heart beats fast, your face is hot and you can feel sweat run down your spine as you share body heat with him.
“Say it louder, Princesa (princess),” he groans and smacks your ass again, “C’mon now, let me hear it.”
“It’s me,” you let him know in a higher-pitched voice. He makes a sound of approval but you keep begging for him to make you finish, “Please, baby.”
“And who did a good job tonight?” He continues his questions with a shakier voice. You try to imagine the way his forehead creases slightly when he is focused, and the mental image makes your clit jump.
“Me!” You try to grind back into him, “Oh God, I’m—“
“M-hm, baby. You’re my sweet, good girl,” his breath hitches in his throat when you start to flutter around him, signaling that your pleasure is just around the corner. He pounds your g-spot, “And who gets to come on my cock?”
“I do,” you reply without hesitation, and then you peak after those words. As you come with a loud cry of relief, he reaches around you to splay a hand on your chest and lifts you up until your back is against his chest. You moan feebly as you still feel the warm waves of pleasure pulsating between your legs, but the sound dies in your throat as his broad hand reaches upwards to grip around your neck. He holds you in place, the other hand going down to your cunt to stroke your clit until you cannot think anymore. It hurts so good to be forced to come again, and Javier drives into your sensitive cunt with newfound energy, desperate for his own release.
“Te quiero (I love you), I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant, baby, mi chica sucia (my dirty girl),” he bites at the spot behind your ear, squeezing around your throat. It is the sound of you choking on a moan as you come again that sends him over the edge, your walls pulling him further in and fucking the come from his cock. He groans and settles inside of you whilst he spills his load, giving you enough to make it drip down the sides of your abused hole whilst he is still nestled inside of you.
He slumps and holds your body close, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades. When you think it’s over, he thrusts one last time to push his seed as far inside of your cunt as possible before he might go soft. You sound like you might cry.
“Shh,” he soothes, “I’m taking care of you. No crying, mi amor (my love).”
“I love you too,” you finally reply.
“Lo sé (I know),” he kisses your back gently, moans when he slips out of you, “I’m gonna move, let yourself move with me.”
You nod with a whimper. He lets the both of you fall to the side and hugs you around the middle in this new position. You close your eyes, relishing in the way it feels like his cock has molded you forever, and sigh with deep satisfaction.
“Más (more),” you say softly, “Quiero más (I want more).”
“Bebita (little baby),” there is a hint of something condescending in his voice. You whine but he soothes you by reaching down to cup your whole mound, easing two fingers into you until you mewl, “You can have whatever you want.”
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kelocitta · 10 months
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I guess ill be team fursona Woop
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non-un-topo · 1 year
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hot guard summer
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dozydawn · 2 months
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“Sudanese women in the capital.”
Photographed by Siggi Grunow, 1983.
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muninnhuginn · 4 months
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Ngl definitely thinking back to the cartoon-making chapter now we know that Twilight doesn't realise studying/pursuit of knowledge can be fun. No wonder the cartoon he made sucked. He was approaching it purely from the educational angle with zero idea of the entertainment aspect that makes edutainment programming effective.
It's not that he was really bad at writing the fun parts. He plain didn't realise there were meant to be any in the first place for it to work.
Copying the aesthetics with no understanding of what was underneath.
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arcanewonder · 5 months
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the end of love.
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serrangelic-art · 1 year
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the bestiessss
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gifsontherun · 13 days
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Fallout | 1.02 "The Target"
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crimeronan · 7 months
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DIDN'T REALIZE NEOPETS HAS A BUNCH OF WEARABLE MOBILITY AIDS AND AUTISM EQUIPMENT NOW..... HELLO?
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notjustjavierpena · 2 months
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How did reader reveal that she was pregnant with Lucas?
Bun (Drabble)
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A/N: This might be heavily influenced by a TikTok that I watched months ago. I hope you like it. It seemed to fit a first-time-pregnant couple.
Summary: You do a pregnancy reveal for Javier!
Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)
Tags: Domestic fluff, pregnancy reveal, hugs and kisses, Javi is a himbo, reader is a MILF
Word count: 700
Bun
“How bad is it? Is it very bad?” You ask, peeking over Javier’s shoulder and into the oven. It’s a miracle that the smoke detector has not gone off because a tiny cloud has just emerged from your oven.
“Honey,” Javier sighs dramatically. He has oven mittens on, pulling out a rack from the oven whilst you are giggling, “I love you so much but why would you make a single roll? How did you even measure the ingredients?”
He places the rack on top of the stove. On the baking sheet lies a single bun, black from charcoal as you have accidentally forgotten about it in your excitement to tell your secret. You roll your eyes but cannot stop smiling. You know something he does not, “It’s not a roll, it’s a bun.”
Javier pulls off the oven mitts and hangs them in their usual spot on a hook on the wall, furrowing his brow, “Okay?”
“What did you just pull out of the oven?” You say. You really thought that he was going to get there sooner.
“A burnt roll,” he replies with slight exasperation.
“Noooo,” you laugh at his obliviousness, “It’s still not a roll. It’s a bun.”
“Fine,” he shakes his head, “A burnt bun then.”
“It’s a bun,” you try to spell it out for him, “… In the oven.”
“Uh-huh? Yeah?” He narrows his eyes in confusion.
“We have a bun in the oven,” you smirk.
“I just pulled it out,” he argues.
You run a hand over your face, and then you start laughing loudly but it only seems to annoy your husband. If he only knew that you want to make a joke about pulling out being too little too late.
“What? Why are you laughing?” He is starting to lose patience with you.
“Javi,” you say his name sweetly when you finally start to calm down, “We’re having a baby.”
The sentence’s meaning takes a moment for him to process but suddenly, his eyebrows rise up into his hair. He looks much younger now, mouth falling open in amazement and awe, “Wait, what? Are you serious?”
“I took a pregnancy test while you were at work,” you giggle as he practically launches himself in your direction. He picks you up from the floor when he hugs you, causing a squeak to leave you, “And then I took two more. They’re all positive.”
“You are joking!” He gapes at you when he places you back down on the floor, mood changing incredibly quickly between surprised, happy, and suspicious. You nod and he runs both hands through his hair, “Are you sure?”
“I’m not joking, and actually I’m positive,” your cheeks are starting to hurt from beaming due to happiness and Javier laughs genuinely at your silly joke. You know it’s only been eight weeks but this just feels so right, and you will confirm it at the doctor’s next week.
“Oh, mi amor. ¡Qué fantástico! (Oh, my love. How fantastic)!” His kiss takes you by surprise but you hold onto his wrists as he cups your face and melt against him, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” you bask in your happiness and love when you pull away, bump your noses together, “Now we’ll just have to hope they take after me. Otherwise, we’re in for some serious trouble.”
“Ay,” he tuts as he kisses you a few times more. You pull his hands from your face and wrap his arms around your waist. He hugs you close to his chest, “These strong genes are sure to give you a Peña clone.”
“Alright, Peña,” you giggle into his shoulder, “We get it.”
“It’s really ‘we’ now, huh?” He talks into your ear.
“It was always we. As in I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby,” you say dreamily, “I’ll be a mom.”
“You’ll be a MILF,” he snickers when you pull back to glare at him. You slap his chest.
“Not in front of the b-a-b-y,” you say with fake outrage.
“A M-I-L-F then,” he jokes back.
“You’re incorrigible,” you lean back into his embrace.
He puts his arms around you even tighter, talking against your cheek, “I never know how to behave accordingly around you, Momma.”
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kelocitta · 7 months
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The Blend No need to run if you never got found
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non-un-topo · 8 days
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Thinking about Yusuf and Nicolò as young men again
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dozydawn · 1 month
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“Sudanese veterinarian on a farm.”
Photographed by Siggi Grunow, 1983.
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redrook · 8 months
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The vet asking "so what brought us in today?" As though I hadn't just been playing my dog's belly like bongos loudly going "There's so many RATS in here!"
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pictured above: the most efficient rat killer on the east coast. she'd do numbers as a ship's dog in the 1700s
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llamadraws · 2 months
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Siggi 🐍
(Art for @hissectomy )
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sushisusii · 1 month
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Chu~
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