#agave stuff

[aparticularbandit]

17 with agave 🥺

physical affection prompts! 17) tugging on the bottom of someone's shirt

There.

Eve gently tugs on the bottom of Agatha's shirt and then steps back, brow furrowing, as she stares her over. She steps forward again, brushes her hands along Agatha's shoulders, straightens the knot of her tie (making it a little too tight, but Agatha won't complain about that), and then steps back again, examines her with another look as though Agatha is some sort of masterpiece who needs her full attention, as though if she doesn't give her this final look, she'll miss something and Agatha will go out looking as off as if she'd gone without any pants.  Then she gives a little nod, furrowed brow easing, smoothing out, lips curving into a soft, soft, soft smile.

Are you done, babe? Agatha asks, searching Eve’s expression in an attempt to read it.  Do I look good?  Before Eve can answer, she continues, I mean, I always look good, but—

You look especially good now, Eve completes for her.  She pulls her worried thumbnail out from her lips and sighs.  If only you didn’t have to—  She doesn’t finish the sentence, instead steps forward once more and kisses Agatha’s cheek gently.  I can’t wait until you get back.

Agatha gives a brief glance to her watch before tugging her suit sleeve down over it.  I’ve got fifteen minutes, she suggest.  You don’t have to wait.

Eve immediately steps back with a huge scowl on her face.  She crosses her arms.  Agatha Harkness, I did not go through all the trouble of making you look this good only for you to ruin it all just to—

I wouldn’t ruin anything, hon— Agatha starts to say, stepping closer to Eve.

You would rumple your shirt! Eve exclaims, and she puts her hands up, palms out, between them, stopping Agatha as she draws too close.  I did not spend all that time ironing it to perfection for you to just—

Agatha presses easy against Eve’s palms, leans forward across them.  If you stay very, very still, she murmurs, I won’t rumple anything.  She kisses the corner of Eve’s jaw.

For the briefest of moments, Eve hesitates, and Agatha thinks she’s won.  Then Eve shakes her head and steps back again.  I want more than fifteen minutes, Agatha.  She reaches up, adjusts Agatha’s tie.  I want to take these clothes off of you.  She straightens the edge of her suit jacket, tugs it down once more, and tucks the edge of her button-up shirt a little more tidily into her pants.  But you have somewhere to be—

I can reschedule—

—and then I’ll have to do all of this again.  Eve frowns and glances up to meet Agatha’s brilliantly blue eyes.  Her heart gives the slightest of tugs.  It’s one thing to do it just for us, but it’s another to do it for one of your meetings, and….

I know.  Agatha cups her face, brushes a thumb along her cheekbone.  She nearly flinches when Eve turns to kiss her palm.  That’s not fair, hon.

Eve sucks on her lifeline and then murmurs, Just a reminder of what’ll be waiting for you when you get back.  She tucks strands of hair back behind her ear and steps, firmly, back.  Now go, she says, so that you can get back faster.

Agatha sighs.  You’re sure that I can’t—

Go!

#wandakink #bandit answers questions #bandit fic #agave stuff #agatha harkness #eve fletcher #agatha harkness x eve fletcher #eve fletcher x agatha harkness #mrs. fletcher #wandavision #mcu #WOO HERE YOU GO HAVE EVE AND AGATHA THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME A GOOD EXCUSE TO WRITE THEM AGAIN

[glitteratti]

2 DAYS OFF COMIN UP OOOOOOOHHH BABYYYYY!!!!!

#.txt #like 3 more hours? SO excited #also discovered that my ideal fav coffee is cold brew with rosewater and agave syrup. SO fucking tasty #(related because now i can make coffee at home i love & enjoy without feeling sad i dont have my work chai latte) #tuesday is chill and vine and putter around the house doing chores day #and wednesday is thrifty times + grocery shopping! need stuff for passover

[koravelliumavast]

Sitting in class where you’re learning about sugar and sugar substitutes and realizing you might know more than the Professor because you gave a talk on different types of sugar substitutes and how they affect the making of sugar cookies at 11 years old and she’s not giving all the information.

Honey makes super soft sugar cookies but they’re so sticky. Agave nectar cookies are gross. Sugar sugar cookies are the basic and Splenda ones have an aftertaste that is bad.

#she said Splenda doesn’t have an aftertaste GIRL IT DOES #why aren’t you mentioning that honey has an adverse effect on the stickiness of your product and you have to add more flour #truvia doesn’t have an aftertaste. I know #agave nectar is shit and sucks for baking #I haven’t baked with maple syrup because it wasn’t in my kansas grocery store #also not mentioning the texture of Splenda because that shit is way more granular than sugar #I think I’m gonna tell her all this stuff after class

[stabbystiletto]

I went to a craft store and they were starting to put out their Halloween stuff, sooo..... 😅😅😅

Artie got all dressed up for Halloween lololol!!! 🤣🤣🤣😃😃😃🌵🌵🌵🎃🎃🎃🕷🕷🕷

I went with a spider theme cause he's a spider cactus.

He attract a lotta spiders 🤣🤣🤣🕷🕷🕷🌵🌵🌵

It's shitty low quality but the hangy thingies blow nicely in the wind lololol 😃😃😃

#the skulls and bones in the dirt glow in the dark too 😍😍😍 #this was a lotta fun and i think it turned out pretty nice 😃😃😃 #i think some string lights would look good on him too ☺️☺️☺️ #anyways this made me really wanna get another plant so i could decorate it too lololol 🤣🤣🤣😅😅😅🌵🌵🌵🎃🎃🎃 #I've seen this one plant it's a succulent/cactus thingy #and it looks like a large rose/cabbage type thing #really pretty and i think it would look good with the stuff i saw at the craft store 🤩 #but on the other hand i reeeeeeally want a super spiky motherfucker so i dunno we'll see 😆 #like one of those ones that has a like 3 inch spikes all over the place i love those guys 🥰🥰🥰🌵🌵🌵📌📌📌🪡🪡🪡 #agave parryi truncata #artichoke agave #i just realized that by adding all these fake plants and sticks and spiders and shit #i just added even more places for spiders to hide and make webs he gonna attract even more spiders now lololol🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️😅😅🌵🌵🕷🕷 #woops lol 😅😅😅

[ozpins-halfway-house]

Hey kiddos! (Waves at them) -🐈‍⬛ wasn’t sure how to do this next bit, hope this works!

[You find the kids downstairs watching TV.]

Ruby: Oh, hey, Noir.

Oscar: What's up?

Mr. Oz: Oleander and Cereus were just wondering if they could join you tonight. They seemed interested in a game you were playing a couple days ago.

Oscar: Which one?

[Oleander looks nervous, he starts fidgeting.]

Cereus: Which game was it, Lee?

[He mumbles something, you just barely hear him talk to his brother.]

Oleander: I don't know what it was called... It looked like they were racing or something.

Cereus: He says he thinks it was a racing game.

Oscar: [lights up] Oh! I know which one it was! We can totally play that with you!

Ruby: I'll set it up right now! [Pops off the couch and starts setting up the console]

Oscar: [turns to you and Oz] You guys wanna join in, too?

#this got long my bad! #just wanted to set some stuff up haha #answers of hope #oscar pine #ruby rose #ozpin #oleander agave #cereus agave #noir (volunteer) #oz's halfway house au

[songweaver]

#song's silly stuff #sleepy princess in the demon castle #manga #princess syalis #agave

[magdasabs]

Have you ever made vegan mac and cheese? I'm not even vegan but I like it a lot. It's basically pasta with a sauce made from cashews and blended vegetables.

haven't made that but I've made a similar cashew sauce and it's great! love cashews, I had a healthy phase for a bit and I would make stuff like raw cheesecake with cashews

#you know those things that have like dates and stuff and like agave cause god forbid you use sugar... it was popular back then

[doodlewash]

How To Paint a Mountain Bluebird in Watercolor

Today, we’re going to paint a mountain bluebird using three colors and white gouache. To keep things simple, I’ve written a step by step with minimal instruction (you know the mnemonics anagram – KISS. Keep It Simple, Stupid. Something I have trouble remembering most of the time). I’m using a 4 x 6 inch piece of paper taken off a block* and cut down to make it easier to video. The Hahnemühle…

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#Agave #Art tutorial #bird #bluebird #Da Vinci #Hahnemühle #How to Paint #how-to #Life Imitates Doodles #Mountain Bluebird #Sandra Strait #Sketching Stuff #tutorial #video

[dougielombax]

Idk why but I think agave plants are amazing.

#dougie rambles #personal stuff #plants #agave #mexico #tequila #tangentially #sort of

[art---is---love]

Mezcal Is The Fastest-Growing Liquor In The US. Why Aren't Mexican Produ...

Good stuff 😉

#mezcal #tequila #spirits #blue agave #distilled agave #agave #agave syrup #agave nectar #wink #good stuff #Youtube

[aparticularbandit]

#musings #bandit does a poll #bandit polls #agave stuff #wagatha five times kissed #glass onion fix it fic #jess agatha fic

[thewirewitch]

Just tried a bit of store-bought elderberry juice. It's not really sweet, but not bitter or anything. Pretty good, just not really in the mood for it. 6/10 at the moment.

#my stuff #tw food mention #elderberry #juice #food #It also had some elderflower stuff in it so it wasn't solely berry flavor #also agave to sweeten it but idk what agave tastes like #Can't say if it affected it much or not #It's a super dark juice #I thought it was in a colored bottle #Bet you could make ink out of that stuff

[morallyinept]

Pop Goes The Javi - A Javier Peña One Shot for PMAMC 2024

Written for @wannab-urs Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 - proud to be part of this collection of amazing writers. Check them out for all the Pedro Boys being pegged! 🍑 Also, check out last year's PMAMC 2023 too!

Summary: It’s Javi's birthday and you have the perfect gift for him.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 4.5k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Explicit - Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me and I share with you. If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: There's a fair amount of Javi Spanish in this, so I've provided translations at the end of the story. Special thanks to my sweet hermosa @rhoorl for helping me out with this. 🖤

Thanks again for letting me be apart of this @wannab-urs 🥰 Please be sure to check out, and re-blog, all the other amazing stories by the other fantastic writers who have also taken part this year! 🍑

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Enjoy! 🖤

As the sun dips below the Bogotá skyline, casting a warm, orange glow across the city, the heat coats your skin like a greased balm. 

You find yourself nestled into a cosy booth with Javi in a restaurant; the taste of sweet agave and ash lingers on his lips, and his nimble, thick fingers cause a mutiny of tingles to travel across your epidermis as he brushes the tips of them over your thigh. 

The flap of his open collar, under his worn in leather jacket, reveals golden bone protrusions that you long to taste again, and it takes you a few moments to realise that you haven't heard a single word he’s said most of the evening as you’ve been fixated on it, until his fingers sweep up to your inner thigh under the table.  

“This fucking dress leaves little to the imagination.” He murmurs, planting a kiss on your temple.

“And I assume yours is running amok right now?” You say, leaning further into him.

“Si, cariño.”

“Good. Mission accomplished.” You smile into his mouth. 

He licks his tongue into yours as you tug at the soft, creaky lapel on his jacket. 

“I think we should go, vamos a casa,” Javi husks into your face with a prudent smirk; a plush bottom lip pouting suggestively under that moustache. 

“No, you’ve not had any dessert yet,” you smile, stopping his hand from going any further.

“I plan on having it back at yours,” he says, eyes dropping to your cleavage and then back up to your face. 

“I think you’ll like this one better,” you grin as a dessert with a single candle arrives at your table.

The restaurant staff, having been forewarned it’s Javi's birthday, join in singing a lively rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños, much to his chagrin.

You can’t help but giggle at his discomfort, eyeing you with a puckered frown and pink pout, but equally trying not to laugh at your audacity when you clap and sing along enthusiastically with them. 

“For the record, I hate birthdays.” Javi mutters, as you pick up the spoon and feed the dulce de leche flan to him. His teeth clash against the metal as he eats it begrudgingly whilst you grin and sparkle at him. 

“I think you’ll enjoy this one. You won’t forget it in a hurry.” You muse. 

“Mhm.” He retorts with knitted eyebrows. 

“I still haven’t given you your present yet.” 

“You got me a present? ¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” Javi murmurs under his breath. Then he softens. “If it’s not you in my lap in this dress, then I don’t want it.” 

You lean forward, fingers raking through the sweaty curled hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not wearing any underwear…” You tease.

The growl that escapes his lips is heard by the table opposite as they turn quizzically as he feigns clearing his throat.

“We’re going. Right fucking now.” He says, standing. Your eyes are drawn to the obvious bulge straining in his tight jeans at eye level.

A short cab ride to your apartment is spent glued to his lips as your curl yourself around him as close as you physically can. His hand rests dangerously close to the centre of your thighs; the slip of liquid silk from your dress riding up further as his fingers edge closer to the wet heat there. 

You soon feel his wandering digits probing brazenly at your slit, sliding the length of them up and down through your drenched lips, making you moan into his hungry mouth on the backseat.

The backs of your thighs stick to the leather as Javi collects the slick pooling at your hole and rubs it onto your clit where he circles languidly with a delicious pressure that makes your skin tighten and crack. 

He works two fingers in with slow, intense strokes as he clutches you close to him with his other arm around you, lips buried in the skin at your throat as he sucks it gently into his mouth.

Small, little whines escape you as he builds you up, and it’s not long before you glance at the driver peering at you both through the mirror surreptitiously.

“Ojos en el camino, señor.” Javi instructs with a grizzled bite to his tone as the driver looks away. 

He withdraws his fingers smirking as you giggle. He generously tips the driver outside your apartment before pulling you in through the door, latched onto fuzzy lips that want to devour you whole. 

He has you pinned up against the door with his hand swimming back under your dress, but you clamp down on his wrist stopping him. 

“No. It’s your birthday and I have something I want to give you.” You whisper, stamping a sizzling kiss on his cheek.

“I don’t need anything, but this…” Javi says, stroking lightly against your pussy lips again.

“Please. Just indulge me. No te arrepentirás lo prometo.” You groan, pushing his hand away.  

Sighing into your shoulder, Javi allows you to lead him to the bedroom. Kissing feverishly, you unbuckle his jeans; those tight, dark jeans that keep him all snug and shapely as you work your hands over that tight, little ass of his. 

You pull away from the kiss, admiring your hands squeezing and lavishing his cheeks slipped down in the back of his jeans. You groan as you knead and squeeze the pliant, bouncy meat of it. 

“Is this what you want to do? Feel up my ass?" Javi smirks, the left side of his lip crooking up first. 

You shake your head, grinning at him. “No. I want to fuck it.”

Javi baulks. “What?”

"You heard me." You flutter.

He sinks onto the end of the bed, watching as you scurry over to the closet. 

“I got you this.” You pull a box out and place it on his lap. 

“What is it?” He asks, regarding it as though a bomb might go off in his face at any second.

“It’s your birthday present. Open it.” You say, watching carefully.

He opens it, pulling at the wrapping paper curiously and then sighs when it’s revealed to him.

“Jesus.” He hides the panic in his voice extremely well, but you can see it spreading all over his face.

“Javi, don’t be upset.” You say tentatively.

“I’m not upset, I just…” He looks up at you with those big browns, deep and entrancing, and full of something else; something you’ve never seen before as it picks at you. You worry you've made a mistake.

“We've talked about it. You said you wanted to try it one day."

"I did." He admits in a low tone.

"Do you want to try it tonight?” You probe gently.

“Querida.”

“You know you want to...” You smile enticingly at him.

He glances at you again, that same look and you realise what it is - vulnerability. 

“Javi, do you trust me?”

He frowns instantly. “Of course I do, sabes que lo hago.”

“Good. We’ll go as slow as you want.” You confirm, nodding gently. 

He stares into the box for a few moments and you can see him gulp. He puts the box on the bed, lights up a cigarette and takes a deep drag. 

“Don’t I have to prepare, or something?” Javi asks, his shoulders hunching up through the plume of smoke. “I sound like a fucking idiot. Jesus.”

“I've got lube.” You say, nodding to the box. 

He peers in. “Mierda.”

You come and sit beside him as he blows the smoke out away from your face. He slings his arm over your shoulder and you kiss his hand as your fingers entwine.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Javi. But I think you want to...” You sway. "I'd really like to fuck you on your birthday," you add, whispering.

Javi regards you carefully, those inquisitive eyes latching onto yours and you can see him mulling it over.

He takes another drag on the cigarette, the end burning a bright red in the darkening room.

"You want to fuck me, cariño, hmm?" He says and you can see that lip crooking up again.

"Mmhm." You nod, smirking.

He blows out more smoke. “Alright. Let me shower first, okay? I fucking stink.”

You smile and nod. “Okay.”

When he comes out, a little while later, the room is cast in a soft light from the bedside lamp.

You have the dildo, lube and strap laid out on the bed. You’re sitting there waiting for him, trying not to imagine him derailing this by his own insecurities, when he emerges with a towel loosely wrapped around his svelte waist and dark hair a damp mess.

He’s never looked so fucking good, golden skin shiny with water droplets that sparkle in the light. You can't help but stare and lick your lips.

“Ven aquí,” you hold out your hand and pull him towards you with an entrancing smile. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to st-”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Javi growls as he takes your face in his big hands and plants his lips on yours.

He nips on your bottom lip as his hand slides up under your dress to find you soaking for him again. A few brushes against your clit has your thighs spasming, but again you stop him, stepping back and lifting the dress over your head. 

You pull the faded towel off of him and turn him so he’s sitting on the bed.

"How do you want me?" Javi asks.

"Just like this," you say.

You kiss all over his tan skin, down his chest and towards the prominent swell of his cock resting against his belly; a small thicket of dark, curled hairs rests at the base, damp from the shower. 

He’s already leaking glossy pearls in anticipation as they string onto his skin. You kiss all around his groin, deliberately avoiding his cock as you lay him back.

Parting him by the knees, you smile and stroke the insides of his thighs.

"I want to kiss you."

He nods, pupils already blown and lips parted as he anticipates your every move.

Balls swollen like ripe plums hang heavy over the untouched skin of his taint where you run your tongue first. 

The soft snuffles from his nose indicate that he likes it, and you lick under his sack, sucking one of them into your mouth gently as he hisses in response. 

Trailing your mouth and planting kisses, you push his legs wider and he moans out as you find his dark, little hole and begin to wiggle the tip of your tongue over it.

Catching him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice, Javi's tone shifts to a higher pitch as you lick around the pink pucker of his ass.

“Fuck,” is all he can but utter on a choked whisper as you tongue him there. 

Teasing, licking and smooching around the most intimate part of him, a part that he’s never revealed so brazenly to anyone else before; you can tell by the way he’s all coiled up, fists clenched and back taut and rigid. Trying to relax into it, but feeling out of sorts at the same time as these new sensations flood over him.

He'd said he'd wanted to try it, was curious about the appeal, when you'd both opened up to each other about your fantasies.

You'd asked if he would try with you and he'd said yes, as he kissed you moaning into your mouth, and harder than he'd ever been at the idea.

Equally, you'd thought about nothing else since, planning on making it perfect for him.

Well, there was no perfect time than his birthday and it solved the conundrum of what to get him as a gift.

You flick your tongue over his hole, back and forth, back and forth, as he shudders. You can feel a little contraction as you push in the tip, a slight hesitation, as he grunts out. 

But Javi grabs his cock and begins stroking it while gritting his teeth. His breathy groans turn into heated growls as you continue to lick and explore his ass with your tongue, readying him up for what’s to come. 

You glance up at him, head craned back in the pillow and slack mouth open, and you know you won’t get that image out of your head for a while; it’s burned into it like a firebrand on raw cattle hide.

He looks fucking exquisite, paused in his own pleasure. His eyes catch yours when you stop, taking this moment to indulge.

“You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?” He questions looking down at you looking at him, as you kiss around his little, pink rim again.  

“Maybe.” You smirk. “But you are too, admit it. You like it.” 

"I do." He nods with a content snuffle.

You reach for the lube, squeezing a little out and running the smooth silk of it over his hole. He hisses, lips curling back over his teeth, with the coolness of it and you rub your finger over his hole; around in teasing, slow circles, gently increasing the pressing until the tip of your finger slips in. 

“Mmm,” he grunts. But you can feel him resisting as it pops out again. 

“Relax for me, Javi.” You pat his stomach reassuringly.  

You push again when he breathes out and your finger slips in, past the tip and proximal phalanx. You pull back and watch his face; eyes still closed and biting down on his full bottom lip.

His large hands twist at the sheets, gripping so tight they could tear. You pump gently, pushing further in each time and plant kisses on his thigh that twitches. 

“You’re doing so good,” you encourage, your mouth running up his thigh as you push your finger deeper with each pump, twisting and curling it until his whines become a strained gasp when you find that delicious, untouched spot. 

“Fuh…” Javi husks in a strangled moan.

“That’s the spot huh?” You smile. 

“Oh, fuck yes.” He pants as you stroke against it with a little more pressure. "Shit, that's..." He trails off, distracted by how damn good it feels.

His legs jerk as you rub against his spot and his cock literally pulses in response.

"Do that again."

"Are you begging me for more already, Agent Peña?" You grin as you stroke against him some more.

He looks drunk, eyes glazed over as he nods lazily, trying not to grin himself.

“Shall we try the strap?” You entice gently pulling your finger out.

He sits up on his elbows. “If we’re doing this… I-” The look on his face is a mixture of hesitation and fear despite the wild dilating of his eyes turning them into tar pools. 

“Why don't you ride me?” You encourage with a nod. “You can control the depth.”

“Jesus Christ…” Javi blushes almost immediately, a heated flush creeping to the tips of his ears. 

“If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?” You confirm, reaching for the dildo and strap. “But I think you’re really going to like it,” you smile. 

“It’s small.” Javi says, sitting up fully as you belt it on, and you're not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. 

“Well, your ass is small.” You confirm taking a handful of his pert, little butt. “If you like it we can work up to a bigger one.” 

You squeeze lube all over the dildo and look up at him as you lay back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows. 

"Come here and kiss me, Javi."

He straddles you, leaning down to plant his lips on yours, and you can tell he’s nervous. You angle the silicone cock between you, as it brushes against the crack of his ass.

The veins in his neck swell, his teeth grinding as he feels it nestle between his cheeks, sticky and wet against his hole. 

You hold onto his hips, stroking over the creases in his inner thighs. He looks down at you, eyes deep and trusting, lips red and swollen like the end of his dick.

Big browns melting into you like chocolate. 

“Estas listo?” You ask.

“No,” he sighs with a slight crook of his lip and then chuckles. 

"Go slowly," you say.

He rocks back and forth gently, your hand clasps softly around his stiff cock, stroking as it glides in and out of your hand effortlessly with the remaining lube around your fingers.

You can feel him tentatively getting comfortable, the head of the dildo rubbing at his wet hole as he braves himself each time to push back that bit further onto it. 

He breathes out, relaxing, or trying to relax as best as he can. 

Javi stops, freezing, just as it pushes through the rim and gasps. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Slowly,” you ease again, your hand squeezing his thigh, rubbing gently. 

You’re tempted to buck up a little, help him through the initial pinching through the sphincters - you know he’ll be clenching.

But you also know he needs the control right now. He needs you to let him do it himself.

“I promise it’ll feel so good,” you say, jerking his cock a little harder. “Just relax.”

“I can’t relax when you’re doing that to my cock, fuck…” Javi groans. 

“I can stop-"

“No, no pares… feels so good.”

His fists press into the pillow either side of your head as he leans forward to drape kisses on your mouth and pelts your eyelashes with hot, tempered breaths. "You're fucking killing me, baby." He whispers.

"That's it, let it in. Fuck my cock, Javi. Just like that."

“Mm, shit…” he gasps as he lets his hips sink. “Bésame,” he says, pushing his lips against yours again.

You slip your tongue in his mouth as he whines, gasping as he breaks through. 

He slowly builds a momentum, one that steals his words and breath entirely as his grazed chin runs against your jaw. His cock slides into your palm further as he winds his hips. 

“Sit back, Javi. Let it fill you up.”

You put your hands on his thighs and push him backwards gently as he steadies himself upright. 

You raise both your knees up and it pushes the dildo further into his ass. 

“Fuck… Querida!” He pants, forehead and clavicle shiny with that sheen of sweat already as the room is engulfed with heat. 

“That feel good?” You ask, smiling at him.

God, he looks so fucking gorgeous on top of you right now. Face and chest flushed pink and glowing in the light. 

“Si, así, que bien se siente… Fuck!” 

“A little shift in position got you all fucked up, hmm?” You grin. 

“Fuck…” It’s all he can say as he works. 

You grip round his slippery, fat cock tighter, feeling it pulse against your palm like it has a spine of its own. 

“You’re cute when you ride me.”

“Shut up.” He grunts, blushing harder. 

“I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what?” He gasps. 

“Shy.”

“Shut up.” He tries not to smirk under his moustache, but it’s fruitless. It pours out of his mouth like liquid gold dripping onto your tits. 

“You look so good, Javi. So fucking gorgeous.” He always does when he's on top giving it to you, but now you're giving it to him, and it's exquisite to watch him him take it all.

He leans forward again, kissing over your nose, making you smile as he works his hips a little faster on the end of your cock. “Querida, it feels-”

“Tell me.”

“It feels really good.” He grunts. “No puedo creer lo bien que se siente…”

“Told you you’d like it.” You giggle. You raise your hips again and he shudders. 

“Ah, fuck.”

“Your cock is so hard, Javi.” You say feeling it throb more in your fist. “You really like this, don’t you? You like me fucking your tight little ass, hmm?”

He doesn’t answer, but the look he gives you confirms it. He’s utterly beside it all, cracked open and split in half; a vacant, glassy look in his eyes. Drunk on silicone cock and drooling for more.

"Such a cock slut, aren't you?" 

"Hey!" He growls and you giggle again as he pants and whines.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, his large hands keep coming to your face and then to his hips, and back to your face again as he works and grinds. You’ve got him spun, in a tizz.

Javier Peña is a quivering wreck in front of you, on top of you, riding you.

It’s feels so fucking good he can’t think straight. 

You can only imagine what he’ll be like when you eventually get him face down into the mattress and fuck the shit out of his cute little ass.

The thought makes that hot spark flash down your spine and fizz on the end of your clit. You clench around nothing as you fuck up into him some more.

He’s shaking, you can hear it in his voice, those shudders rolling waves on his smoky breath that dislodge from the back cavity of his throat and tumble into your face, all warm and exposed as they peel open. 

“Mmm… mmm.” They flow out of his mouth as jumbled whimpers; little rattled grazes of pleasure between gritted teeth that plead for more and cower in the corner behind terrified eye sockets.

You lean up planting kisses over the smooth crest of his sternum, tasting the salt brine that slicks across it mixing with sweet remnants of your own mango shower gel.

You feel one of his hands supporting the back of your head, combing through your hair as you suck his feverish skin into your mouth. 

“Still feel good?” You query, looking up at him. 

Javi nods, unable to speak and you decide to thrust up into him that bit deeper. 

“Fuck!” He whines loudly, his head snapping back.

You stroke his cock harder, wet and rock solid in your hand as you pump. His whole body shakes now, moving in tandem with you.

“Are you gonna come soon, Javi?”

“Fuck… yeah…” he whispers raggedly. "Si, si..."

He pulls you up a little closer to him. Just his hips move, his cock crushed between the two of you now as he cradles you close, slicking between your stomachs as he grinds his ass deep on the dildo. 

“Oh fuck!” He growls louder, more unrestrained. 

“Yeah. That’s it.” You enthuse. 

He takes his cock, jerking it hard; sitting fully upright as his hips swivel around on the dildo stuffed tight in his ass. 

“Come for me, Javi.” You urge him, reaching up to stroke his chest. "Come all over me."

You buck up into him again, holding onto his shoulders, weighing him down on the dildo, noticing he’s stopped moving, and then he utterly loses it. 

The tip of his cock pulses and squirts thick, pearly ribbons of come from it, splashing over your breasts. 

He grunts with the strain, the pleasure coursing through his body at breakneck speed, flooding him. It feels like electricity in his bones, water filling in his lungs. 

“Fuck, fuck… fuck!” He pants. A small, breathy chuckle escapes him as he ejaculates; his cock continuing to leak all over his hand and you keep going, pushing up into him as he explodes. 

You kiss him delicately, pecking and licking at his lips.

“Mmm shit,” he murmurs against you. 

You buck up again, fucking him that little bit harder as he keeps fucking his fist.

“You’re not done yet, Javi.”

There’s so much of it spilling out of him onto your chest as the dildo rubs against the place deep inside of him that makes him boneless putty in your arms. 

“Q-querida.” He stammers out.

“Mmhmm?” 

“Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah!” He puffs. 

“You coming again?”

“I don't think I've stopped... Jesus fucking Christ!”

"You feel so good, Javi." You praise as he whines and whimpers endlessly.

He flops forward, his body trembling.

“Do you think you can take it a little bigger next time?”

“Mmm, fuck… next time? I… shit.” He can’t even think about next time, he’s still reeling from this time. 

“You don’t want to?”

“No I do… no te detengas… I really fucking do.” He’s gasping now, babbling almost in a mix of clumsy Spanish and English as he tries to get his thoughts straight.

He doesn’t want it to end. His hand is a sticky mess, warm and full of his spend that keeps leaking from him. 

You giggle as he pushes his forehead against yours, the sweat slipping across it as he breathes out. He can barely keep himself upright. 

“Can I fuck you a bit harder?” You ask. 

“Que?”

"I wanna fuck you. From behind."

"Si..."

“On your hands and knees, baby.” You smirk at him as you kneel up between his legs as he gets into position.

You squirt some more lube over the dildo and push it gently against his stretched little hole. It squelches as you slide in easily and he hums out in keen want. 

You hold onto his cheeks, squeezing as you thrust your hips forward gently, sliding the dildo in with ease as he’s open and relaxed; nice and deep, and his groans shake the walls. 

His hand comes over his mouth as though he’s in shock at the noises he just made. 

“Let it out, baby.” You say. “I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Javi.”

“Mmm-mmm-mmm-fuck-fuck!” He faceplants into the pillow, back arching in a way you’ve never seen him flex before.

You see him push back, chasing your cock as you withdraw and plunge in. 

“You can’t get enough, can you?” You snicker.

He doesn’t answer, but you know that he wants more; know that he’s close to breaking point again as you fuck him harder. The slick pops of the dildo in and out of his ass fill your ears alongside his moans and growls.

He takes you well, takes you that bit harder as you fuck with determined resilience, your hips snapping into him now.

You’ll know he’ll stop you if it’s too much, you remind him to, but the way he’s growling and panting tells you he never wants you to stop.

“Querida, don’t… I… shit. Fuck!” He pants. “I can’t believe you’re fucking inside me, no puedo creerlo.”

Javi whines, long and low as you grind a little more frantically now, fuck him deeper as he twists at the sheets, grinds on his teeth until they’re worn down to flat stumps in his gums. 

“Come for me, Javier.” You press.

His cock still hasn’t fully recovered yet, still half hard, but it doesn’t matter, another creamy load starts to leak from it as you grind up agaisnt that sweet spot inside him, spurting thick globs across the sheets below him.

And he can’t quite believe it. 

“There we go.” You praise as you watch Javi shatter into pieces for the second time. 

You lean over him, kissing his clammy back gently. "You okay?" You whisper in his ear.

He nods, turning to catch your lips on his his. You pull out of him slowly and gently, discarding the strap-on across the messed up bed and nuzzle into him as he collapses on his back. 

He welcomes you in with open, trembling arms, sticky with sweat and come. You feel it smear across your stomach as you get comfy, gluing yourself to him. 

“Fuck,” Javi whimpers into your hairline, a shaky kiss pasted there. 

“How do you feel?” You ask, fingers stroking over his cut jaw. 

He sighs out. “Like... I need about fifty cigarettes.” Javi chuckles, his chest rumbling under you. "Shit."

"You liked it?"

"Si, very much so." He squeezes you in his arms.

“So, do you still hate birthdays?” You query with a smirk after a few minutes of listening to his heartbeat regain its regular pace. 

The heat in the room is still stifling and you stick further to him.

Javi chuckles, shaking his head with some slack wonderment. “Sin comentarios.” 

“I’ll take that as a no,” you confirm with a grin, nuzzling into him. “Feliz cumpleaños, Javi.”

"Gracias, querida."

JAVI SPANISH:

Si, cariño - Yes, baby/darling

Vamos a casa - Let's go home

Feliz Cumpleaños - Happy Birthday

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?

Ojos en el camino, señor - Keep your eyes on the road, sir

No te arrepentirás lo prometo - You won't regret it, I promise

Querida - Dear/baby/darling

Sabes que lo hago - You know I do

Mierda - Shit

Ven aquí - Come here

Estas listo? - Are you ready?

No, no pares - No, don't stop

Bésame - Kiss me

Si, así, que bien se siente - Yes, it feels so good

No puedo creer lo bien que se siente - I can't believe how good it feels

No te detengas - Don't stop

Que? - What?

No puedo creerlo - I can't believe it

Sin comentarios - No comment

Gracias, querida - Thank you, darling

Thanks so much for reading! Please consider re-blogging if you enjoyed this story. I'd love to know your thoughts on pegging Javi! Thank you, lovelies! 🖤

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[luveline]

JADEEEE I love roan so much can we please have a mother daughter day??? And Roan tells everything they did to Eddie as soon as they get home and he’s just so happy that you love roan so much !!!!!

thank you for your request! dad!eddie x (nearly step)mom!reader

"What is it called again?" Roan asks. 

You smile down at her little beatific grin, knowing that she knows and knowing that she wants you to say it again. "It's called a mother-daughter day. Where moms and their daughters spend the whole day doing mom and daughter stuff, like manicures and haircuts and coffee. Or, cake. No coffee for you, princess."

Eddie's blow dried Roan's hair so that almost all of her curls agave been straightened, and the dark length of it fans over her shoulders, soft as spun silk. He dropped you and Roan off in the centre of Hawkins town to spend a day with Wayne (that you called a father-son day, and he called chores day —Wayne's not taking me out for shopping and treats, sweetheart, he's gonna break my back in the yard).

The very first port of call, you decide, is hair. You take Roan into a quiet hair stylist's where you'd made two appointments, her smaller hand swinging in yours. The room is cool but inviting, and it doesn't take much convincing to get her into one of the chairs. 

"What do we want?" the hairdresser asks, bending down on Roan's left and meeting her eyes in the mirror. 

You do the same to her right. "We don't want much cut off, do we, Ro?" 

You'd already talked about it with her yesterday, wanting to make sure she doesn't have anything done that she doesn't want, or anything Eddie doesn’t approve of. 

"No, just the little bit," Roan says. 

"Can she have a wash and blow dry, too?" you ask. "She has the most beautiful curls when it's dry. We only did it like this today so she could see how much was being cut off." 

The hairdresser agrees with gusto. A second hairdresser comes along to do your hair, and it's a good thing you'd wanted Roan to have the full treatment, because you almost mess your own up constantly by turning in your chair to speak with Roan's hairdresser about what it is their doing. 

When you're finished, you're not shy about standing watch. The hairdresser is a sweetheart, fawning over Roan's pleased face as she rubs shampoo into her scalp over the sink. "Hey, Ro," you greet, "you look like you're enjoying yourself." 

"Hi, mom." 

"She's as good as gold," the hairdresser praises, "she's so polite." 

Roan shies away at the praise, worse when you agree. "She's my greatest love," you confess, "that's why I'm spoiling her today, because she deserves it for being so good all the time." 

Roan absolutely still tantrums. She misbehaves as every kid does, she hates vegetables, she makes those silly potions in the bathroom and she breaks things on purpose. But she's still a great kid. She deserves more than a special day. You'd treat her to this stuff all the time if you could. 

When Roan's hair has been dried and moussed with a diffuser, you pay your (unfortunately large) debts and compliment her all the way to the cafe. 

"Sweetheart, you look so beautiful, I wish I could show your dad right now, your curls haven't looked this bouncy and shiny in ages," you say, stroking a rogue one from her cheek. 

"I think you look beautiful, too," she says, almost walking into a woman coming from the cafe door. 

You pull her into your legs to avoid collisions and lead her through the door. "Thanks, baby," you say. If you were at home you'd grab her up, kiss her chubby cheeks, and maybe cry a little bit, but instead you take her to a nice table and buy her two different slices of over-expensive cake. One slice of triple chocolate fudge cake, and one slice of toffee cake with caramel buttercream. You tuck napkins into the collar of her nice dress and tie her hair back, fingertips sliding gently against her scalp as you pull it away from her face. She's extremely enthusiastic, spoon to her mouth before you've managed two loops of her scrunchie. 

"Eat up, princess," you say, stroking her shoulders clean of lint and stray hairs. "We have a super busy day still waiting for us." 

And the day is super, super long. It's night time by the time you and Roan get home via Hawkins lone taxi cab. Poor Eddie's literally waiting on the porch swing. 

"Holy crap, girls, I thought you were gonna call me," he says, rushing down the path to help with your shopping bags. 

"Dad, you're not supposed to see how much money mom spended," Roan declares, running around him on the path with a couple of bags in her clutches. "Don't worry, I'll hide them!" 

Eddie raises his eyebrows, waiting until you've thanked the driver and started up the path before asking, "I'm not supposed to see how much money you spent?" 

"That's a joke," you say. "You know, it happens on TV. I thought it was part of the mommy-daughter experience." 

"Oh, gotcha." He sidles in close to you as you take the few steps up to your door, not-so-subtly taking the shopping bags out of your left hand. "You look fucking beautiful, in case you don't know. Your hair is so pretty." 

"They barely did anything to my hair." You're not disparaging your stylist, she did exactly as you asked. It looks the same as always, but freshened up. 

"And yet." 

You step into the house and shut the door behind you. Eddie places your bags off to the side and turns to you for a hug rather than a kiss. He's maddeningly sweet like that. He hugs you so tightly that your back crunches. 

"Missed you… Thank you for taking her out today. I love how much you love her," he says against your cheek, punctuating with a quick kiss. "I thought you'd be home hours ago." 

"How was Wayne?" you ask through laughter. 

"Healthy enough to put me to work." 

You cup his cheek. "And how are you?" 

"Tired. Please tell me you bought me a present." 

"We bought you lots of presents," you say. "You might want to sit down." 

Eddie grins like a kid at Christmas, sweeping the bags into one arm and all but yanking your wrist from its socket as he pulls you to the living room with the other. You laugh as the two of you collapse into the couch, Eddie shouting, "Roan, come back, sweetheart! You don't have to hide anything you've got, just let me see your hair!" He rubs your arm. "She went off so fast I didn't see it. Have they scalped my girl?" 

Roan tramples back down the stairs like a stampede all by herself. She races around the couch and onto the armrest on Eddie's side, a struggle but one she manages with enthusiasm. 

"Okay, daddy, lookit. Mom told them to give me the sparkles and stuff," —she holds up her hands to showcase her painted nails— "aren't they the prettiest ever? Ever ever?" 

Her nails are small, and every inch has been decorated. Black polish at her own insistence encrusted with pink-white gems that sparkle when she wiggles them. Eddie likes her nails, but he loves her hair, combing her hair with two gentle hands at once. "Aw, sweetheart," he murmurs, "you look so pretty, they've given you your curls back." He looks at you. "How did they do that? I swear her curls don't bounce up like that even when I try my hardest anymore." 

You lift a bag into his lap. "I got some stuff on the hairdresser's recommendation. We can do it at home." 

He holds her little face carefully. "It's like when she was a baby." 

"Dad," Roan says severely, pulling his hands from her face, "we don't have time for crying. You haven't seen my new dresses." 

He pulls himself together with the help of your comforting hand on his thigh. "I'm not crying, you just look so pretty, Roro. And forget dresses, I want presents." 

"Y/N took me to Masy Daisy." 

Eddie looks at you out of the corner of his eye. "Maybe I don't want to know how much you spent after all." 

"It wasn't so bad, handsome," you say warmly, dropping your cheek into his shoulder. "They really were beautiful. Every one she tried on…" 

"How many did she try on?" he asks, like he’s scared of the answer.

"Just a couple… with matching shoes. And cardigans.”

Eddie sighs and leans back. “Best get the fashion show started, Roanie. Sounds like we’re gonna be here a while.”

#eddie and roan #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[asparklethatisblue]

oh here comes a bat fact:

Bats are extremely important to nature as a whole, they are crucial both to ecology and economy actually. First of all there are species of bats that eat fruit or nectar, which in turn means several fruit have evolved to be pollinated by mostly or even only bats. They’re important to south asian fruit industry that way, being responsible for stuff like mango and durian fruit being able to even bear any to begin with. In south America they pollinate agave which means syrup and tequila can’t be made without them. In some areas the decline of bats leads to fruit not being eaten which attracts pests. And in Australia flying foxes are crucial pollinators for the lumber industry

In places like the South American rainforest the fruit they eat leads to seed being spread, and bats are the first line of reintroducing trees to areas that have suffered deforestation.

In a slightly less direct way bats also eat a ton of insects and pests that would otherwise go eat crops. I’ve only seen numbers for America, but a single specific bat population eats about 10.000 pounds of insects a night, and I saw researchers estimate that bats save farmers several billion dollars worth of pesticide just by eating as normal. In an environment where bat habitat isn’t damaged and humans don’t encroach into their space too much, healthy bats are also likely helping reduce the number of insects that carry disease. I’ve only seen one article mentioning that specifically though, and I suppose you’d need a ton of bats to reduce the number of insects to the point of no disease at all.

anyway, say thank you to your neighbourhood bats as they’re probably waking up in the northern hemisphere, and blow them a kiss

#bat facts with val

[lacebird]

Making Hayden Christensen's tea 🫖 | Recipe

After seeing the gifset above (from this interview), I could not stop thinking about Hayden's ginger tea. So I did what any normal person would do and bought all the ingredients required to make this tea. I did some research before doing this and used all the tea knowledge I possess (I basically just winged it). This recipe is for a single serving, but I'm sure you could eyeball it to make a full pot.

Obviously, I don't know if this is how Hayden does it. Ya'll who'll be meeting him at cons this year can maybe ask him lol

Recipe and directions below the cut 💜

Hayden's mean cup of ginger tea

Ingredients

I won't give exact measurements because I pretty much eyeballed this, but it's pretty straightforward. Feel free to add more or less of something if you want!

Water (fill the cup you'll be drinking from + add a splash)

Ginger

Mint

Lemon

Cinnamon sticks

Directions

Wash the ginger, mint and lemon.

Fill the cup you'll be drinking from with water, place in a saucepan and bring it to boil on the stove.

While the water comes to a boil, smash and chop the ginger (I used a piece the size of my thumb, feel free to use more or less). Slice the lemon (I used one slice about a 1/2 cm thick). You don't have to peel the ginger and lemon since we washed them first (also who has the energy to peel stuff — not me). Pick a few mint leaves, I think I used about six, but I'd use more next time since I didn't really taste the mint that much.

Throw everything in the saucepan, add a stick or two of cinnamon. Cover and let it boil for about 10 minutes or longer depending on how strong you want the tea to be.

Pour the tea into a cup (strain it of course) and add some sweetener if you like. I'm vegetarian so I use agave syrup, but you could also use honey or plain sugar. Or since Hayden's canadian, I guess maple syrup could work too? Feel free to try whatever you want—it's your tea, not mine!

Photos

For the peeps that find pictures helpful!

Water added to a small saucepan. As it boiled, I washed the ingredients (except the cinnamon)

When the water was boiling, I added everything to the saucepan, put a lid on it and set a timer for 10 minutes.

Done! How adorable is this little teapot T_T

To conclude, I thought the tea was pretty delicious. It's very warm and cozy, a really nice drink for winter, I think! I hope you try this out! Let me know if it was any good! 💜

#hayden christensen #tea #tea recipe #foodblr #teablr #ginger tea #mine #recipes #hayden the adorable man that u are #this was actually so delicious T_T #thank you space dad for the recipe 😭🙏 #asvdghfb