#AND THAT’S WAHT FUCKIN MATTERES

[traggalicious]

Belos Devouring the Clone of his Fucking Brother - by me

1st image is jus a study of the original image (Saturn Devouring His Son by Francisco Goya), the second is the fanart version, and the third is my color version.

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[just-some-random-blogger]

THIS WAS SO GROTTY AND GROSS AND FILTHY AND VILE AND DISGUSTING AND TOXIC AND ANGRY AND YUCKY [RABID MANIACAL GORRILA NOISES] I LOVEEDDD IT SOOO MUCHCHHHHHHHH NSJSJJSJSNSNNSJHSHBSHSJS OWOOOOWWOOOOO

FOAMING FROTHING IN THE MOUTH

What does it matter? What does it matter when you lock eyes with him getting head in his car, parked in some barely-hidden side-street, one block away from your dad’s salsamentaria?

🧍HE WAHT

“And you’re not?” Javi asks, the casual raise of his eyebrows deceptive compared to the darkness overtaking his gaze. “Everybody’s seen you, y’know, leaving bars half-naked with guys twice your age.”

🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️🖐️ PLUUUHHEEEAASSSSEEE SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP

Always an opportunist, the agent pushes on, taking advantage of your stunned silence. “N’ you used to be so shy, babygirl.” A chuckle. “The fuck did I do to you, huh?”

[JAW ON THE FLOOR] [TOES CURLIN] WHY HE KINDDAAAA

Softly. “You wear my gifts for them? Let ‘em fuck you in all those lil’ lace sets I got for you?”

HUHHHHHHHHHHHH 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦 WHHHAATTTTT DIDDDDD HHHEEEEEE SAAAAAIYYYYYYYY

“Bullshit.” His consonants slice through his vowels, accusatory and harsh. “Bet that pussy doesn’t even get wet after bein’ trained by me, does it?”

LITERALLY SHUT THE FUCK UPPPOPP

He’s close now, and you’re beginning to see red. This was part of the reason behind the break-up in the first place — neither of you knew how to manage overwhelming care without dousing it in cruelty.

NAAAUUUUFRRRRRRRR BUT WHY IT KINDAAA HOTTT BAUUURRR 🤪🤪✌️✌️✌️😭😭😭😭🖐️🖐️🖐️💀💀💀⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️🚨🚨🚨🚨

Try not to choke on your snarl, girl. “‘Least I don’t have to get head a block down from my ex’s shop — z’that the only way you can still get hard, Peña?” You muster up a daring smirk, shouldering his challenge head-on. “Hoping you’ll see me walk by so you can finish inside your whore?”

AAANNNNNDDDDD IIIII FFFUUUCCCKCKKKKIINNNNNNGGG OOOOOOPOPPPP MYYYY GOOOOOSSSHHH

In a blink, he’s strangling your wrist, holding back your palm from making punishing contact. The following pause is thick and heavy, quickly overflowing with Javi’s rage-soaked hunger. Dark and dangerous, the man hones in on your glare—

“—but you can take the next one.”

MENNNNNNTTTTAAALLLLLLYYYYY FFUUUCCCKKKINNNNGGGG IIIIILLLLLLLLL

And then he flips you over, brushing off your indignant whine, flattening your back against his chest. Javi is strong (he always has been) and there’s no point in resisting (there never was). He’s unzipped himself, hiked your skirt up, wrenched your panties to the side and forced himself inside you in a matter of seconds.

“Always gonna belong to me, huh?”

“F-fuck you, Peña—” you spit through clenched teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in concentration. You fingertips grow sore, pressed to bruise along his forearms. “You’re worse than me—you-you know it.”

Javi responds with a tightened grasp and diligent, skilled digits falling to manhandle your clothed breasts. “Yeah, fuck you, too—” and it’s strained, etched with long-awaited relief, “—fuckin’ spoiled—jealous brat.”

An all-encompassing jolt to your system — he’s found that aching bundle. He carves words into your sensitive clit: you were never going to be anything but mine, mine, mine. The arch in your spine deepens; the back of your head falls helplessly against his collarbone. And despite yourself — despite his venom — you grin, catching the broken hallelujah underpinning every vowel, every touch of his desperate, repressed desire.

NAHAHHHHH THAT WAASS SOOO PRETTT AND WELL WRITTEN AND VIVID AND FUCK AND FFUCCKKKK

“If I can’t have you, baby, no one else in this world can.”

thinking about jealous reader and jealous javi

Jealous Girl

gif via @javier-pena

pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

warnings: roughy sex/smut (fem penetration) so 18+ only content; fem!afab!reader; dirty talk; jealous!reader; jealous!javi; sort of dom!javi; allusions to reader having long-ish hair; pet names (baby, babygirl, hermosa, cariño); slut-shaming (reader uses the word ‘whore’); dubcon (no explicit consent, Javi is… forceful).

no use of y/n in this fic

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“You broke it off with me, baby, remember?”

What does it matter? What does it matter when you lock eyes with him getting head in his car, parked in some barely-hidden side-street, one block away from your dad’s salsamentaria?

What does it matter when, ten minutes later, he finds you, alone in the back room of the store, forcing back tears of frustration as your shaking hands busy themselves with fresh inventory?

You spin around, prepared to bark curses at him for trespassing into sacred, employee-only territory. He’s leaning against the door, beige suit-jacket a little roughed-up, hair slightly out of place.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying your freedom,” you reply coolly, mirroring his pose against the far wall.

He smiles. You’d known him long enough to recognize that condescending expression — the wolfish twitch of his mustache.

Toying with you for sport.

“And you’re not?” Javi asks, the casual raise of his eyebrows deceptive compared to the darkness overtaking his gaze. “Everybody’s seen you, y’know, leaving bars half-naked with guys twice your age.”

Always an opportunist, the agent pushes on, taking advantage of your stunned silence. “N’ you used to be so shy, babygirl.” A chuckle. “The fuck did I do to you, huh?”

You stammer, wanting to tear into him for his crudeness (though he was right — mixing the breakup with tequila hadn’t failed to strip you of your inhibitions), but the man denies you the chance, gliding forward in a slow, wide step.

Softly. “You wear my gifts for them? Let ‘em fuck you in all those lil’ lace sets I got for you?”

He’s close now, and you’re beginning to see red. This was part of the reason behind the break-up in the first place — neither of you knew how to manage overwhelming care without dousing it in cruelty.

Those long-awaited fighting words finally manage to breach the threshold of your lips. “Yeah, actually, I do,” you drawl, arousal levelled by a red-hot rage coiling tighter and tighter within you, “Ruined a couple pairs.”

“Bullshit.” His consonants slice through his vowels, accusatory and harsh. “Bet that pussy doesn’t even get wet after bein’ trained by me, does it?”

Try not to choke on your snarl, girl. “‘Least I don’t have to get head a block down from my ex’s shop — z’that the only way you can still get hard, Peña?” You muster up a daring smirk, shouldering his challenge head-on. “Hoping you’ll see me walk by so you can finish inside your whore?”

Bull’s eye.

“Don’t act like you give a single fuck where I’m gettin’ my dick wet, cariño.” Every inch of him bristles something fierce, but with skill and practice, he keeps his anger in check — maintains the upper hand — looming over you to consecrate the threat.

“Just pissed that I’m fuckin’ another bitch’s throat when we both know that’s what yours’s made for, right?”

The coil snaps.

Before you can stop it, your hand is in the air, gunning straight for the tan skin over his cheekbone.

In a blink, he’s strangling your wrist, holding back your palm from making punishing contact. The following pause is thick and heavy, quickly overflowing with Javi’s rage-soaked hunger. Dark and dangerous, the man hones in on your glare—

And speaks, voice low.

“Y’know, I let her swallow my load—”

“Let go of me.”

“—but you can take the next one.”

And then he flips you over, brushing off your indignant whine, flattening your back against his chest. Javi is strong (he always has been) and there’s no point in resisting (there never was). He’s unzipped himself, hiked your skirt up, wrenched your panties to the side and forced himself inside you in a matter of seconds.

Dear God, forgive me for getting my fix.

A big hand wraps around your throat while unforgiving arms form a prison around your body. He tilts your head back to face him, savouring your tightness, your suffering, and the strangled moan of pleasure dripping from your lips with his hips’ every rough throw.

“Always gonna belong to me, huh?”

His whisper settles over your skin, heightening that already-unbearable bliss. Your muddled mind and slackened mouth scramble to form words beyond full full full, yes yes yes.

“F-fuck you, Peña—” you spit through clenched teeth, squeezing your eyes shut in concentration. You fingertips grow sore, pressed to bruise along his forearms. “You’re worse than me—you-you know it.”

Javi responds with a tightened grasp and diligent, skilled digits falling to manhandle your clothed breasts. “Yeah, fuck you, too—” and it’s strained, etched with long-awaited relief, “—fuckin’ spoiled—jealous brat.”

An all-encompassing jolt to your system — he’s found that aching bundle. He carves words into your sensitive clit: you were never going to be anything but mine, mine, mine. The arch in your spine deepens; the back of your head falls helplessly against his collarbone. And despite yourself — despite his venom — you grin, catching the broken hallelujah underpinning every vowel, every touch of his desperate, repressed desire.

It’s a symphony you both sing, a thought hanging so heavy in the room it almost becomes a tangible part of your filthy entanglement.

“If I can’t have you, baby, no one else in this world can.”

—

[thehangeddemon]

Xavier's suggestion doused the warmth from MJ's expression. A smile couldn't have disappeared quicker. "S'exactly waht some fuckin' hunters did t'me. I get some fuckin' leeches wanna live their nights in the water, be a fish for real, but that shit ain't for me."

MJ climbed into the van to squat by the boy's head. "That what ya want? If we put ya deep enough, ya can live there forever."

"We'll deal with them after we dispatch Mr. White." It didn't matter how long ago it had been or if he'd even known MJ when it happened; he knew MJ now, and those who had hurt him would pay.

Xavier considered. Wasn't a bad idea but then it wasn't entirely up to them. "Would Simon accept that? I thought he asked for ashes."

[zrllosyn]

its vent word vomit

i wanna die but i know i dont want to and if i did itd hurt he otehrs around me btu god i feel like death and also jus eveyrthing hurts and i want otehrs to hurt but also i dont want em to and i feel like aburden which maybe i am i have shitty thoughts and i want it to be fine but its not and im just falling apart goddamnit it if i die it would end but it wouldnt for otehrs which is the problem and god i just know ill probs start not thinkint about it again tommorow but god i hate it its temoprary but i hate it and i dont want to do online school its such bullshit why is it so expensive and is it even worth it am i even owrth it wahts a fuckin education worth tehse days ayways and am i going to even survive long eouhg to use it usually i wouldnt even think about that but i guess i am now what the fuck is this think about ur morality hour goddamnit i hate how powerless i feel over my own emoitons and i feel like im being thrown about in a fuckin boat in the middle of the goddamn ocean and im fuckin drowning but i keep holding on for some god awful reason which is god awuful i know i know why i hold on but god right now i feel like it doesnt matter i just wanna quit but i know i wont but like fuck its something i am thinking about tm i just want this empty feeling to fuckn leave if it hurts it would be better but it doesnt it doenstn even hurt it just is empty like a hollow in my chest and i just want it gone theres no filling it im almost certian its always been tehre but god i can feel it in my sternum, the holllow void behind it and its just so fucking cold and i feel like its jus going to eat any joy i have left if i have any idk rn at least it feels like i dont have any i dotn deserve joy i dont deserve shit i dont know how i conviced people to like me im just a goddamn disaster who wants to hurt others but also what the fuck i dont want to i guess but man i just am full of hurt and void and i cant even feel the hurt anymroe at this point and i dont know what i feel and that wishy washy shit is why im like mad and almost certian that its hurting even though i cant feel it like god its frustrating i think its just frustrating i dotn know and i feel so out of contorl and god im just ogng off theres alot here i dnt thinki i want to send this theres alot

[yashironene-anon]

thnak u so funcking much for statying bc i dont even know who the fuck u are but i love you so fuckin g much ok u aer loved no matter waht dont forget theres a girl in a tiny corner of the wrodl who loves u ok

thank you so much for this and i love you so fricking much and <3 <3 <3 and you are loved no matter what <3 <3 <3

[awkwardcatman]

i have been struggling && it is just getting worse and worse. i don’t knwo waht to do. it feels like our goals will never be reached. we will never save money and move out. i will have to stop hormones and go back to hiding who i am. i can’t to this anymore. i can’t keep hiding around them. it is not fair. they are my fuckig family. the are suppose to love and support me no matter what. sometimes i just want to use again to just numb the fucking pain. i don’t know what to do. i am suicidal over this. i just want them to see me as a person. i want them to accept me as the man that i am. they have never accepted me or encouraged me to be myself. they always forced me to be something i wasn’t. they were always disappointed and if i didn’t dress, act or do what they wanted...i wasn’t thinking for myself...i was following someone or something. they could never accept that i am not that image they want. nothing i do will never ever be good enough. i am going to talk it over but i think i am going to come out to them. i can’t keep doing this. and if they don’t accept me or won’t accept me or try to throw me in the mental hospital my boyfriend will have my back. bring the fuckin abu cos i have had it all my gd life