#diablita

[bonesythebonedaddy]

Here’s a random thing i made. Reina does ballet as a hobby so I decided to draw it out. There other drawings I’m working on specifically of bonesy and Estefania and their hobbies, but I’ve been busy this month since it’s the holidays. I’ll finish those two when I’m able to. Also I suck at perspective so don’t mind it too much!

[timmurleyart]

Not today Satan. 🔥👹🔥

[lulidragon]

Blue Demon//Demonio Azul

[fucky0uself26]

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[elekihobosigns]

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[lucar0512]

Una diablita para seguir probando pinceles en Clip studio paint

[ohrenoir]

Diablita

[artnew3003]

[aintnobodysbusinessifido]

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[bonesythebonedaddy]

So today 10/28/24 is my birthday I’m 25 now. I’ve decided to host a dtiys, you don’t have to participate. If you do want to participate these oc’s of mine here are available to draw. You can pick any one of them to draw, you don’t have to draw all of them, one is enough. There’s no time limit, keep it sfw, you can change up the poses a bit if you want. I’ve decided to make two versions of Reina since I couldn’t decide which one to use so I used both. In order of appearance Reina, Bonesy, Estefania, and the twins (Cecelia and Queenie).

[dynamotoon]

WRASSLIN’ RITA!!

[laurettelarue]

Scarlett Diablita

not me... wish it was... found @scarlettdiablita

[lasagrada444]

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[svnmih]

' ¿qué acusaciones son esas, mercury? ' finge indigarse, frunciendo sus cejas en actuado desentendimiento ' no me puedo aprovechar de algo que no sé su limíte ' murmura, con sus ojos brillando en gracia. en un mundo de humanos la bondad era simple, tareas cotidianas que te acercaban al infierno o el cielo. ¿eras buen vecino, buen hijo y buen amigo? felicidades, al cielo. ¿todo lo contrario? bienvenido al infierno. de existir alguno de esos dos polos, claro. pero en la inmortalidad... ah, ¿dónde empezaba la bondad y dónde empezaba el egoísmo por querer un beneficio propio? ¿existía alguna línea, acaso? ' ¿qué estás dispuesto a darme, hm? ¿hasta dónde llega tu bondad? ' mentón ligeramente alzado exige respuestas, interés incrustrado en su mirada que no se aparta ni un segundo. voz se oye condenadamente suave, casi susurradas. ' no estoy intentando nada. ya entendí que los gashapones no están en juego ' alza las manos con inocencia, como si no estuviera moviendo ninguna pieza en el ajedrez. aún no, al menos. ' me ofende que mi bondad no esté siendo reconocida, de hecho. ¿no debería estar cobrando el favor que me debes? ' no lo hará, al menos no esa noche. contrario le resulta interesante, ¿por qué no guardar ese az bajo la manga un tiempo más? aplasta una sonrisa, buscando borronear cualquier atisbo de la misma en lo que rueda irises. ' cuidado, o no tendré más remedio que retenerte para mí toda la noche ' sigue el juego, con su mirada solaz. incluso cuando idea no sonaba para nada mal. ' ya sabes... me gustan los tatuajes con cada detalle a la perfección ' justifica al segundo con mentiras su pretexto de querer retenerlo en su compañía. ' prefiero dejar el pasado donde está, pero... ' suelta un pequeño suspiro, y sabe que se está dejando llevar cuando está por compartir un dato de aquello que dejó enterrado con su supervivencia. ' esto resumiría a la perfección mi pasado ' alza el tatuaje de un ramo de flores. es un mensaje ambiguo, lo sabe. las flores son la representación del lugar donde fue más feliz e irónicamente también significó el fin de su vida. ' si buscabas averiguar mi edad tendrás que esforzarte más ' devuelve la jocosidad a sus vocablos. mirada se desvía brevemente a un costado, allí donde hay una vidriera que solo refleja al masculino. espera que la oscuridad haya escondido su sonrisa triste. un suspiro pesado la delató. ' una lástima que no vaya a poder ver tu arduo trabajo, ¿hm? ' signos de nostalgia se funden en un tonito neutro que pretendió ser jovial al bromear. ' tus ojos tendrán que ser los míos, mercury ' informa, acortando un poco más la distancia. ' tendrás que narrarme como si fuera una obra, detalle por detalle ' susurra, pidiendo el favor implícito. es la única forma de imaginarse a sí misma en su cabeza. ' también tendrás que decidir si me quedan mejor aquí... ' toma mano ajena entre la suya, posando el dedo índice impropio en su cuello. ' por aquí ' roza abdomen propio donde dermis está al descubierto. ' o por aquí... ' deja la mano ajena en libertad para poder arremangar sus brazos, dejándolos libres de cualquier tela. @dckhwn

en su desfachatez al enfrentar aristas de vida, si hay algo que no ha perdido jamás es la persistencia por mantener un carácter diligente para aquellos procesos que se obliga a repetir, que le ayudan a mantener alejada a parte inhumana y a no perder el control de su propia mente. un meticuloso cuidado que para él, no significa eliminar lo destructivo. los límites son difusos allí en el limbo del tabú de la muerte en el que se encuentra. ' creí ser claro al pedirte que no te aproveches de mi bondad ' y lealtad a promesas era verdadera, ahí mismo en nubloso limbo en el que toda su yuxtaposición de valores se encuentra, corazón se mantiene firme ante lo que cree. le dedica una sonrisa, y si da unos pasos hacia quien igual le enfrenta son apenas perceptibles en parsimonia. ' ¿ es lo que intentas hacer ahora ? ' entrecierra los ojos entonces, sin borrar aquella curvatura que gentil deja que aquella diversión que siente en conversación sea dibujada para la mujer. ' más de cincuenta años de experiencia en el rubro y cuento con todo el tiempo del mundo para ti ' falsa seriedad es comprometida por la manera en que ladea el rostro, llevando aquella mano donde tiene el gashapon por encima de su corazón al asentir con breve rapidez y estirando uno de los pequeños tatuajes con dedos de opuesta. ' creo que una estética moderna te sentaría bien pero podrías usar unos tatuajes de marinero y adaptarte a otra época ' a eso acostumbraban los vástagos después de todo, y es por eso mismo que en última pregunta curiosidad por ajena sale a relucir. ' ¿ lo contemporáneo te sienta bien o prefieres tu pasado ? ' quizás aquel estaba más cerca de lo que pensaba, o más lejano. era difícil hacer estimativos. @svnmih

[notjustjavierpena]

Marks

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: For all you who wanted to have more of husband!Javi and The Peñas. This is a follow-up to All Roads Lead To Someone! Pregnant!reader getting the right treatment.

Summary: Javier just wanna fuck you: His gorgeous pregnant wife.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut (MDNI!), pregnancy sex, mentions of f masturbation, body issues, domestic bliss, piv sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, love!!!

Word count: 2.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48631087

Marks

“Por favor,” Javier begs as he kisses your shoulder from behind and has you shivering because of how sensitive your skin is at the moment. He keeps it innocent though, because there’s a kitchen knife lying to your right as you are rinsing the vegetables for tonight’s dinner. He doesn’t relent though and a wandering hand squeezes the side of your thigh, “I can see it on you.”

“Inés is coloring in the living room and you have to pick up Lucas from soccer practice soon. We can’t,” you say simply, batting his hand away with a disapproving click of your tongue. As if it’s not bothering you as well.

You turn up the water pressure to rinse the carrots that you have gotten from Chucho Peña’s farm, but decide to scrub it with your hand instead to remove the dirt properly. 

As promised, the beginning of your third trimester brings along a constant ache between your thighs. Javier has sensed it coming, counted the days and is now circling you like a shark on the hunt.

It comes after a drought; a whole month of you not being able to stand the sight of him, even his smell making you furious and causing him to be skittish around your pregnant form. He isn’t skittish anymore. Quite the opposite. 

“I could find the baby alarm in the drawer. We could go to the bedroom for just a few minutes,” he suggests and you instantly roll your eyes without him being able to see it. When you don’t answer, he steps back but only to lean against the kitchen counter beside your workspace. 

You would love it; you would jump your husband’s bones at every opportunity that you get to have him relieve you of the dull throb of your clit, but… You’re in your third trimester with stretch marks, a sore back, an overactive bladder and a baby that kicks you so hard that you feel out of breath sometimes. All in all, it’s hard to feel sexy and it’s easier to take care of it yourself.

“Go entertain yourself, if you catch my drift,” you retort and make a suggestive hand movement along the carrot in your sink. 

Javier snorts bitterly, “Fuck you.” 

“Fuck you,” a little girl’s voice repeats. Inés has entered the kitchen.

Javier and you freeze, but whereas you narrow your eyes at Javier, your husband just starts laughing and goes to ruffle his daughter’s hair, “There she is, mi diablita.”

“We don’t use that word around here, Daddy’s very sorry that he said it,” you dry your hands in a towel and turn towards the both of them. Javier gets a raised brow and stops laughing. 

He groans as he stretches from having bent over to pick Inés up, settling her on his hip and giving you a soft smile. He takes her little hand in his own, swaying back and forth with her as if they are slow dancing. The way she cuddles up to him has you melting right away, placing your folded hands on your protruding belly.

“Te quiero mucho,” you say affectionately and walk up to both of them. You kiss Inés’ hair, then look at Javier, “But you can’t keep swearing in a house full of children.” 

“Sorry, mi amor. Perhaps if you let me…” Javier looks down at his daughter who curiously observes the conversation between her parents. He finds your eyes again, “If you let me hug you real hard tonight, I might be reminded.”

You roll your eyes again, but there’s a smile on your face this time. There’s something insanely sexy about him like this, still swaying with Inés on his hip and secretly booking an appointment with you in your shared bedroom. 

“Dónde está Lucas?” Inés then interrupts. 

“Soccer practice,” he replies, winking at you when Inés can’t see it. You hate that it makes your heart jump as if it's been shocked. Beside you, Javier is oblivious to your schoolgirl crush, “You want to come with me to pick him up?”

Inés nods enthusiastically, starting to move around in Javier’s arms to indicate that she wants to be put down on the floor again, “I made Lucas a picture.” 

“You can give it to him in the car,” Javier watches his daughter run off into the living room again. You’ve turned towards the sink once more, and he takes a chance to walk up behind you. You feel his hand come down playfully on your ass, causing you to jump where you are standing.

“You little—“ you whip around, but are met with Javier’s shit-eating grin. Oh, curse him. 

“You and I have a deal tonight, sí?” 

“Yes, yes, whatever, get out of my kitchen.”

*

Lucas eats like he has been starving for days. Inés talks loudly about what she’s seen at the soccer field, especially about the fact that she got permission to kick the ball a few times. 

You listen with a soft expression on your face, leaned back in your dining chair with a hand resting on top of your belly. The baby is kicking but since you’re not in bed and therefore still walking around the house, it’s not as bad as it could be. 

Javier talks just as enthusiastically about their adventure out on the soccer field. Lucas adds that he might be picked as goalkeeper. You get up to kiss his hair repeatedly and call him your little man to which he giggles in a way that makes you overly emotional, eventually to the point where you have to excuse and keep yourself busy. 

All in all, dinner ends and tucking the kids in goes smoothly. They are both tired beyond belief. 

Later, you stare at yourself in the mirror as Javier brushes his teeth in the master bathroom. You are completely undressed since it’s better for you to sleep naked these days, but it has the downside of catching yourself in the mirror as you pass it and frowning slightly as you notice a new stretch mark along your side. You swear under your breath, trying your hardest to tell yourself (for the third time in your life) that this is part of growing a new and healthy life. You sigh loudly. 

Behind you, Javier enters the bedroom in his underwear and nearly doubles over as he sees you naked already. He stalks after you with the energy of someone who has been starved of food for weeks, walking up behind you with dark lust-filled eyes that go soft as soon as he sees your face in the mirror. 

“You okay, mi amor?” He asks, looking at you through the mirror. He wraps his arms around your body, holding you close to his chest as his hands link around your belly, “Look at you.”

“Are you sure about this?” You ask him, too busy to look at him when you’re staring at your own naked form. Javier starts rubbing his hands over the strained skin of your stomach, soothing it with his warmth. 

“Sure about what?” He sounds a little confused, but then catches on, “About wanting to hug you real hard? Don’t think I’m the uncertain one here. What’s wrong?”

“Look,” you point to the newest mark along the swell of your stomach, then run your finger over it. It is red and slightly raised, having made itself known by itching all day, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t get these as quickly during the first two. It’s not exactly sexy.”

“Who on earth told you that?” Javier places a kiss on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose along your neck afterwards. He finds your pouty face in the mirror again, “Are you telling me there’s people out there who don’t think their wife is the sexiest when she’s growing their kid?”

You turn around in his arms to slap his naked chest, but he just grabs at your hips to steer you backwards towards the double bed. Carefully, he helps you to sit down when you feel the edge dig into the back of your calves. 

“I mean it, Javi,” you say with a soft sigh as you are finally off your feet for the day.

“I mean it too,” he motions with his hand, “Now crawl back and let me take care of my pregnant and sexy wife.”

He is too perfect for you. 

“How sensitive are you today?” He asks casually as he follows you onto the bed, kneeling between your legs and easing himself out of his boxers. It’s quite reassuring to your confidence to see his cock stand upright from how hard he is for you. 

He is right to ask about your sensitivity, because pregnancy hormones and more blood flow has been overwhelming during all your previous pregnancies. You are more sensitive due to that, swollen and puffy no matter what time of day or what your previous activity has been. It makes for delicious sex, at least if you have someone who treats you right. Javier Peña does.

“I don’t think you can go too rough tonight, I’ve been aching and wet all day,” you reply as you settle into your pillow and grab his for him to place underneath your back. 

“And you refused this earlier?” He raises a brow as he watches you lower your hips onto the pillow, “You got some self-control.”

“I was going to just take care of it whilst you were putting the kids to bed,” you nod towards the dresser where the both of you keep your toys, safely tucked away from curious children.

“I woulda never forgiven you,” he chuckles, leaning over you to kiss your swollen belly. He skims a hand over the stretch marks afterwards. It’s a silent compliment, “But just to involve myself in your playtime… which toy had you been thinking of?”

“The glass one,” you feel your face heat up as you confess to having wanted to masturbate, “Might’ve cooled me down a little, but if it wasn’t going to be that one, I’d want the g-spot massager.”

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Javier dramatically groans at that. He rests his forehead against your stomach, “Let me be your g-spot massager.”

You laugh loudly at that, but it earns you a kick from your baby, causing you to wince when it lands right underneath your ribs. Javier pulls back a little in shock, placing his palm over the spot when he has just felt your stomach move. 

“Be nice to your mother,” he scolds softly, “I know you want to be rocked to sleep, mi bebito, but gimme a second here. I’ll get to it.”

“Javi!” You cover your face with your hands, “God, you are so… imagine if people could hear you.”

Javier peels your hands away, looking devilishly down at you, “Don’t hide from me, and please let me f— take care of you.”

“Not going to say the bad word again, huh?” You grin triumphantly, scooting a little closer to him but without sliding off the pillow. 

“Not right this instant, but I am for sure going to make you say it before we’re done here,” he smirks, wasting no time to stroke himself a few times and then sliding into your wet heat. The moan you want to let out is desperate and wanton, but with two sleeping children in the house, you only let yourself whimper quietly. 

Javier holds your gaze intensely as he feeds your cunt his dick inch by inch, letting you relish in the slightly painful stretch of your walls as he bottoms out and settles inside of you like you’re made for him. 

“Feeling good? Not uncomfortable?” He asks in a whisper, voice strained as if trying to hold something back within himself. You know that your pregnant body is as glorious for him as it is for you as your pussy’s walls feel softer, warmer and tighter than usual and especially now that you’re in one of your states. 

“I’m perfect… God, I’ve wanted this since you kissed me this morning,” you exaggerate to prove it, resting a hand on top of your stomach. Javier places one of his own on top, curling his fingers around your palm. 

“Te amo,” he says with so much love in his voice that you might melt into the mattress, holding onto your hand tightly as he moves inside of you, experimentally at first and then building up a rhythm that has you feeling dizzy with finally getting what you want. Something is already brewing behind your clit, and Javier knows you come so easily when your hormones play tricks on you. He goes a little faster.

Your other hand comes up to grab at the headboard behind your head, gripping hard as the bed squeaks under the both of you. There’s a desperate need to be loud that you reluctantly keep pushing away, swearing to yourself that you will plan a weekend trip away from home to have Javier fuck you until you scream. You wonder if Chucho can babysit. 

“Tell me I fuck you so good,” Javier interrupts your thoughts.

“Just like that, ah,” you reply breathlessly, “Keep going. You treat me so well, baby.”

“You feel so fucking good, mi amor,” he moans quietly as he continues rocking into your cunt. The wet squelches are dirty evidence that he knows exactly how to fuck you until you can’t comprehend the world around you. When you accidentally cry out, he shushes you, “Shhh, baby, I know. Right there?”

He punctuates the last word by giving you a particularly hard thrust against your g-spot and your hand on the headboard flies down to cover your own mouth. You nod frantically, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure increases significantly and the sensitivity borders on overwhelming. 

“You look so good pregnant with my baby,” he praises, slickly sliding in and out of you with ease. Your sheets are soaked with your wetness, “All overwhelmed and sensitive. Look at you, fuck, I wasn’t kidding about that football team. I wanna knock you up over and over and— ah.”

When you finally dare lift the hand from your mouth again, having settled a little, you reach down under your belly to rub your swollen clit. It makes you throw your head back, blood pumping in your ears at how every nerve ending has changed since you got pregnant. Your walls start to clench, and Javier nearly collapses at the feel of your cunt pulling him in further, so you slow down your fingers a little until coming to a halt as to not make it be over already. You want him to fuck you to orgasm, and whilst carrying his baby, it is a lot easier to come from getting your g-spot pounded than it used to be.

“Yeah?” You whisper, breathing ragged, “I’ll give you all the babies you want. Just make me come. Please.”

“Say the bad word as you milk me,” he growls, hips having started to falter as indication that he is close himself. He entwines your fingers, “Come on, you can do it, baby.”

Heaven-sent electricity floods your body in the next second as you come with a silent shout, mouth hanging open and eyes half-lidded. Relief is not the right word; it seems too weak to describe what you are experiencing as you feel the pressure in your lower belly erupt into flutters of pleasure.

“Fuck,” you pant as you realize that you’ve been holding your breath. The swear comes so naturally when he makes you feel so good, “Fuck, Javi, fuck!”

“Shhh… There you are,” he groans at the first feel of your orgasm. It takes only a few of the spasms of muscles before he empties himself inside of you, the wetness of him inside of you sounding obscene, “Good fucking girl coming on my dick.”

It takes a moment to calm down after that.

Javier pulls out of you with a little noise, but then throws himself down onto the bed right beside you. He runs a hand over his forehead, pushing his sweaty hair back, “Jesus Christ.”

“I want more,” you complain, staring up at the ceiling with still ragged breathing.

“Of course you do,” he chuckles, still out of breath himself. 

“Do you think we were too loud?” You ask, turning your head to look at him. 

“Definitely,” he winks but then places a hand on your stomach, rubbing gently, “Is kiddo okay?”

“I think you put them to sleep,” you yawn. 

“I think I put the both of you to sleep,” he retorts. 

“I need to go clean myself first,” you groan at the realization, “C’mon, help your pregnant wife out of bed.”

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