#fanna writing

[javigutierrez]

Are you alright, Honey?

Javi Gutierrez x afab!reader oneshot

Summary: You’re going on a long weekend with your gorgeous new boyfriend, and after a day of unresolved sexual tension out on a roadtrip you’re ready to jump him the second you get home. Unless he finds a movie at the gas station he had been looking for for years and he wants to watch it with you. Will you be able to mask your desire for him, to enjoy a movie that means so much to him? (Spoiler alert no you won’t)

Rating & Word count: Explicit | ~8500 words

Warnings/tags: fluffffff, freshly established relationship, pining like whoa, very explicit smut, f!oral, f!fingering, tons of nipple play, non-penetrative sex (sumata ig?), unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, allusions to squirting, pleasure dom!Javi vibes, tw alcohol, tw food mention, Javi is a major dumb of ass but he makes up for it, reader has female genitalia, some boobs, and long enough hair to tuck it behind their ear but no other descriptions (let me know if you find anything else!), no age references

A/N: Here it is, after years of contemplating I'm posting my first fanfic in 12 years and my first fanfic in English ever. Please be kind, English is not my first language ❤ This is a huge thing to me, and I wouldn't have been able to get there without the help and encouragement of my lovely friends - I owe a kidney to @psychedelic-ink and @shellshocklove for their tremendous help as my betas, and to @iamasaddie @perotovar @chronically-ghosted @wannab-urs for listening to my bitching and moaning along the way and still staying my loyal cheerleaders 🥺 The whole idea popped into my mind like a movie while editing this gifset (which was inspired by @prolix-yuy’s Javi story, so special thanks to LJ 🥰), that 5th gif corrupting my mind for the next 2,5 months and this was the only way I could finally get it out of my system. 🤡 I hope you'll enjoy it! ❤

This was quite an eventful day. You spent your whole day out with Javi, having a road trip at Côte d’Azur. After a little bit more than a month of dating you had decided to go on a long weekend together, choosing the French coastlines. You had been absolutely amazed by the experience; clear azure waves embracing golden shores, the streets of seaside towns winding through history with beautiful architecture and warm colours, mountain tops lurking on the horizon behind the town. After Javi had told you he would get you into the Cannes movie festival, you were already talking about coming back for a few days. 

The sights were unbelievable and the food was delectable, but what really made the trip unforgettable was your new boyfriend. Spending time with Javi was so easy. With him, all your anxiety washed away - his sweet and caring personality was like a soothing balm for your soul, and with his fun-loving side, you really felt like living your life to the fullest. Not to mention how he showed his true colors in the bedroom. Absolutely devoted to your pleasure, he could be worshipping you, making you feel like a goddess, other times he would make you beg, then shower you with praises while he was giving you exactly what you needed. Who would have thought only a few weeks before, when​ you had started chatting with a stranger waiting in line at the cinema, that he would sweep you off of your feet almost immediately and turn your life upside down in the best way possible? 

There you were right now, coming home from another amazing day spent with him, laughing with him, staring at his profile while he was driving, smoothing out his sun-bleached locks tangled up by the wind in the cabrio while he was looking at you all doe-eyed and dopey-smiled. You were holding his hand, feeling his hand on your bare thigh, resting at the hem of your bunched-up sundress comfortably and sometimes you had caught him looking at you with the same intensity. It was safe to say, by the time you got in the car to get home you were ready to jump him. 

There was only one tiny thing you hadn’t calculated for when you had been planning your night (or rather imagining it dreamily from all angles): finding a DVD at a gas station. When his eyes fell on the item, he’d looked confused for a few seconds, but then taking it from the shelf and reading the cover his face lit up like a child’s in a candy store. 

As it turned out, it was an indie French movie he had watched with his parents back when he was young and they had been on a holiday. They had rarely spent quality time together, so he cherished those few occasions he’d felt like he belonged to an ordinary, loving family. He remembered the time fondly and he always wanted to find the movie because of the nostalgia of it all, but he had forgotten the title and didn’t know the actors, so after a lot of unsuccessful attempts, he’d given up trying. 

“Can we watch this tonight? Please?” He looked at you with big brown eyes, enveloping the DVD in his hands, (dwarfing it, really) and pressing it to his heart. And how could you say no to him? If he looked at you like that, you would have agreed to watch a 10-hour-long film about paint drying on a wall. 

“Of course, Javi,” you smiled at him gently, your heart melting from his child-like joy as you watched him gallop to the cashier to pay for the gas and the DVD. You pushed the slight disappointment of not being able to climb this gorgeous goofball of a man as soon as you get home, to the back of your mind. 

At the end of the day, you were genuinely happy to just spend time with him. You blamed your hormones and the fact that you were still in the honeymoon phase for being pent up all day. You couldn’t help it, but you are a big girl in an adult relationship, you decided, you can have one night without having sex with this tall, broad, gentle but surprisingly strong, passionate, generous, highly skilled–

“Let’s go!” he urged you with an adorable grin and shining eyes, grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the gas station. Your heart swelled from the sight. Yes, you can have a peaceful night if it makes him happy, and you will be just as hyped to watch the movie as him. It did seem like a good movie based on the cover, and you knew it meant the world to him, so you wouldn’t spoil his fun with your neediness. 

By the time you got back to your rented house, it was already dark, and the early autumn weather had gotten a bit more chilly. Javi practically jumped out of the car (but still rushed to your side to open your door). 

You agreed that you would prepare the snacks and set up the TV, while he would start the fireplace and get a bottle of wine from the cellar. He gave you a soft peck on your lips, one hand resting on the back of your neck, then he pretty much ran to the cellar - you think you even heard him giggling on his way. His enthusiasm was infectious, even though you’d never even heard about the movie before, now you were excited to watch it.

When you found out how to get the DVD to work Javi was already tinkling with the logs on the fireplace, a bottle of wine with two glasses on the kitchen counter already. You let yourself get lost in the sight for a good minute, your cavewoman brain activated by looking at him focusing on his task with his arms flexing, but then you shook yourself from your reveries, going to the American-style kitchen to put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and wash some grapes, then putting the wine on the coffee table next to the couch.

You couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at him. His short-sleeved shirt was now unbuttoned, hanging on his shoulders and your eyes fell on his white tank top straining over his torso. He seemed especially broad like this, and you couldn’t wait to cuddle with him and bury your face in his chest, kissing over the constellations of freckles on his shoulders and chest you were so familiar with by now.  

Once the fire was lighting, he looked at you proudly and you beamed back at him. The more his eyes were on you, the more his look grew softer. His gaze full of adoration made butterflies whoosh in your stomach - you were overwhelmed by emotions for this man, sometimes it even made you scared of falling too hard. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with watching this movie tonight, cariño?” He asked tenderly, his voice raspy and deep. He walked up to you to put his hands on your waist, caressing you with his thumbs and lowering his head to really look into your eyes. “I know these four days are supposed to be about the two of us.” There was no hurt or any malice in his voice, he was ready to drop the plan the second you said so. It felt like he was staring into your soul and suddenly you felt guilty. You obviously didn’t try hard enough to support him if he felt the need to ask and that made your guts tie up in a knot. You put your hands on the sides of his neck, then lowered them to his shoulders, then his chest. You never broke eye contact.

“Honey, I’m absolutely sure. We had a long day so a movie night is perfect to wind down and this movie seems super interesting! I swear, I can’t wait to start it already!” You rose on your tiptoes and laid an innocent kiss on his lips. He didn’t let you go, holding your face to deepen the kiss and a zap ran through your body as his tongue slipped between your lips to taste you. 

You felt his little huff on your upper lip, and you couldn’t resist the quiet moan that escaped your throat. The sound somewhat sobered you up, and you broke the kiss, feeling a little dizzy. He opened his eyes slowly, looking a bit disheveled himself. You had a mission to accomplish, you couldn’t get distracted all the time… you went back up just to give a small kiss on the tip of his nose, which made him smile bashfully, his eyes crinkling adorably. 

“Come on baby, let’s start it!” 

You grabbed the snacks, but he took them from you with a kiss on your temple, and you both headed to the couch. He put the snacks down on the table and plopped down on the L-shaped furniture as you went on a quick round to light some candles around the room, bathing it in warm colours. You started with the candles in the back and as you worked your way back up you caught him pouring wine into your glasses, then he started to explore the menu of the DVD to set up an English subtitle. With a small sigh, you allowed yourself to indulge yourself in his sight one last time while you were finishing up the candles. 

He quite literally took your breath away. His lovely locks you adored to bury your hands into so much, his eyes sparkling from the TV’s light and crinkled with a smile he probably didn’t even notice he had on his face. Your eyes followed the curve of his prominent nose and fell on his lips under his neat mustache. Those pouty lips... you had some vivid memories involving them. The man might look innocent, but he sure knew how to do sin when he wanted to. 

He leaned back with his legs propped up and reached out to you. You climbed on top of him and nestled yourself into his chest. He held you close to him, situating himself so you were sitting between his legs, resting your back on his chest. 

“Ready, cariño?” He hummed into your neck, pressing a small kiss there. Your blood sizzled under your sensitive skin. 

“Never been more ready! Let’s go!”

Javi started the movie and scooted even closer to you, if possible. Strong arms resting on your stomach, caging you in, he nuzzled your neck with a low hum, leaving a trail of kisses up your jaw, finishing with the softest of kisses on your cheek. You felt intoxicated, despite the untouched glasses on the table. His warmth was making your whole body melt, the way his chest rose and fell rhythmically behind you soothed you, and his cologne filled your nostrils with something warm and spicy and citrusy. But below all those layers it smelled uniquely like him, perfectly complementing his perfume. You would recognize it anywhere, after so many times of tasting his skin all over his body – it was the perfect concoction.

He was none the wiser about your… rather delicate situation, eyes glued to the screen, hands absentmindedly caressing your hips and stomach. You tried to focus on the movie, and you were able to catch glimpses of it and laugh at the jokes, but his touches kept distracting you. More often than not you caught yourself looking at his sinewy forearms, the golden watch on his wrist, and the ring on his pinky catching on your dress from time to time. You slowly traced the veins on his arms, and as you tried to focus on the screen again you played with the edges of his watch and ring. He gently caught your hand, intertwining your fingers and raising it to his face for a kiss on your knuckles. 

“Some wine?” He murmured sometime later. 

You were grateful for the opportunity, slightly going mad from the tension as you were stewing in your juices. He barely finished his question, you were already leaning for the glasses, handing him one. “Oo-kay,” he chuckled at your enthusiasm, albeit a little confused by your behaviour. He paused the movie and sat up at the corner of the couch. You were still between his legs, but you both positioned yourself to turn to each other more at the corner. His left hand held the glass, and his right was on your waist, keeping you close to him. His eyes were glazed over looking at your face and you could only imagine how ridiculously smitten you must have looked like. 

“For this perfect day, and for the unexpected gifts it has brought us,” he said, raising his glass. 

“For this perfect day, that is about to get even better,” you answered, making him grin with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

You clinked your glasses and raised it to your lips, him barely tasting the wine through a sip, while you downed the whole glass. Leaning back against the backrest of the couch, you tried to look put together. The taste really was divine, and you had hoped it would help to calm your nerves a bit. Javi was visibly amused looking at you.

“You liked it, huh, cariño?” He asked, getting your glasses and putting them on the table leaning over your legs. 

You giggled in response, smiling shyly at him with a small shrug, “It tasted amazing, Javi. It was a great choice.” 

“I knew you would love this. Say the word and a box of these will be at my house by the time we get home,” he said, as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears and kept his hand on the side of your face. 

“Consider it said.” You winked at him and he breathed out a silent laugh, but he tilted his head a little with a small frown between his brows, seemingly inspecting you. You had a feeling you had looked a bit nervous, only because you’d tried to clumsily mask your desire for him, wanting to give this night to him to enjoy a movie that meant so much to him but… you clearly weren’t succeeding. You knew he was about to ask you about it, so instead you grabbed the remote before he could speak. 

“Shall we?” You asked nonchalantly. 

His hand dropped from your face. “Of course,” he said. 

He shook his head a little, failing at figuring you out as he leaned back on the couch. You laid down in front of him so you could continue watching the movie while he spooned you, and pressed the play button. You’d hoped that with this new pose, there would be less temptation as you’re not laying on him anymore, but boy, were you wrong. 

He hoisted you closer to his body, his hand splayed out on your stomach, and kept you there, almost protectively. Staring at it, you dumbly wondered about how much smaller your torso looked under his hand than your own and that activated something primal in your mind again. You felt his crotch pressed up to your ass, and though he wasn’t hard, it made your cunt throb around nothing. It was so close, yet so far, and you weren’t allowed to do anything about it. Your guts twisted, and you wiggled every few minutes, pressing your thighs together, uselessly fighting the arousal that kept getting more and more suffocating. 

A few minutes later he nuzzled at the back of your ear, and the combined sensations of his breath in your ear and the soft tickle of his mustache and stubble made a shudder run through your body, followed by goosebumps everywhere.

“Are you alright, honey?” He murmured, looking at your profile. 

“Of course, Javi,” you said, not very convincingly. “Just trying to find the perfect angle.” You explained as you wiggled some more, still staring at the TV, as your thumb gently smoothed across his knuckles to soothe him. 

“Right…” he replied. 

Whatever he thought, he didn’t say anything else. 

However, a few minutes later the hand that had been on your stomach slowly wandered down, below the hem of your sundress, and he gently, but firmly lifted your thigh to fit his between your legs. The movement was so unexpected that you couldn’t hold back a small groan from the pleasure the friction gave you. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Javi asked innocently behind your back, his hand now smoothing over the bare skin on your thigh, leaving an electric feeling beneath your skin in its trail. Every single one of his touches made arousal pool between your legs. You silently cursed at your body for growing more and more sensitive, begging for him to come closer. 

“Yeah…” you practically squeaked. You were close to your breaking point. 

Javi only hummed, his hand stopping to rest it on your stomach again. You were fighting your instincts to rub yourself on his thigh for a few minutes, and you were proud of yourself for resisting, but then he moved between your legs a little, enough to give attention to your aching clit, and the hiss that escaped your lips made him come to a halt. 

It felt like the time froze for a few seconds, none of you daring to move. You, trying to take back control over your treacherous body, and him obviously assessing the situation. You mentally did a facepalm as you felt your wet underwear sticking to his pants. He didn’t say anything, but his hand moved down from your stomach and bunched up your skirt. He breathed out your name, almost admonishing, and it made your heart jump. His hand was dangerously close to where you wanted him the most, and as his palm covered your mound, thick fingers reaching your soaked panties, he buried his face in the back of your neck. 

“Oh, honey…” he choked. He took a deep inhale, smelling your scent, then suddenly sat up and paused the movie. 

“No, Javi, I was watching it!” You wanted to wince at yourself, your act was truly ridiculous at this point. 

“None of that, cariño.” He shook his head, turning you on your back with a firm hand on your hip. “You obviously need me, please let me take care of you.” 

“It really can wait, I don’t mind!” You protested. You wanted nothing more than for him to touch you, but you didn’t want to be selfish. 

“Well, I don’t want to wait!” He declared, his gaze burning you as it fell from your face, scanning your body splayed out in front of him. “What about this: I eat you out, then we can continue the movie. Would that be okay for you?” 

You stared at him like a deer caught in a headlight. Is he serious? But his words definitely affected you. 

“Please, cariño,” he continued in a gentler tone, his pleading eyes finding yours again. “Let me eat your pretty pussy, now.” 

That was the last nail in your coffin, you swore under your breath as you almost went cross-eyed from his words only. “Fffuck, okay… okay let’s do this” you croaked after a few seconds, your defenses crumbling like a house of cards in a tornado. 

“Atta girl,” he smirked, and in an instant, he was on top of you. 

His fingers found their way into your hair as he put his lips on you, the press of his body a comforting weight on you. His kiss was electric, hot, and sensual. He sucked your lips in with a primal hunger, his tongue licking against the seam of your lips, opening you up to him and claiming your mouth with dominance. You barely noticed the soft sounds coming from your throat, only when you felt the corners of his mouth curl up slightly in a smile. You felt like you had to anchor yourself as you gripped the back of his open yellow shirt so hard, it was protesting against your ministrations on his shoulders. 

“Mmmtake—this—off,” you whispered desperately against his all-encompassing kiss. 

Javi leaned back, his hair disheveled, to practically tear the shirt off of himself. With a huff through his nose, his eyes gazed at your kiss-swollen lips with hunger. You were out of breath from the intensity of the kiss, panting softly as you took in the sight of him. 

He still had his tank top on, your mouth already dropping from the show. His top only accentuated his wide shoulders and narrow waist, and his skin kissed by the firelight was glowing in a golden light, its colours and the way the lights and shadows exaggerated his features made you drool. You could never resist the freckles on his shoulders and chest either. If you weren’t already on the edge of insanity, you would spend hours kissing and biting along his torso, but now clearly none of you had the patience for that. 

He came back to you and started suckling on your neck, one of your hands flying to his back to weakly trace the ridges of his shoulder blade, while the other clutched his bicep. Keeping up his ministrations on your neck he gently bunched up your dress above your stomach. His thigh found its way back between your legs and this time you bucked your hips up shamelessly. He groaned as he felt your wet warmth staining his pants and his lips traveled lower. As he trailed your collarbone with the tip of his tongue between his lips, two of his fingers touched you through your panties and you moaned out loud. 

“Javi, please!” you whined as he trailed his middle and ring finger up your seam, and tapped on your clit through the soaked textile. You were so worked up, you felt your heart pounding in your ears. 

“Shhh cariño, I got you,” he murmured, his voice impossibly low and his breath burning your chest. 

His fingers never gave up, but he always kept his touches light, making you throb uncontrollably. You watched him move lower, and you couldn’t decide what to stare at: his lips and tongue molding against your fevered skin, or the dips and hills of his shoulders and biceps flexing as he kept himself up with one arm while torturing you with the other. He traced his tongue around your navel and he looked up at you as he licked over its valley, his fingers mimicking the movement below. He then had the audacity to send you a cheeky wink as your whole body shuddered.

“Fuuuck, stop teasing me, I can’t take it anymore!” you sounded pathetic, but you didn’t care at this point.

“Okay, baby. You earned it.” 

He consoled you quietly with a final kiss to your lower stomach, before hooking his fingers into your panties to slowly drag the piece down. If it was anyone else you probably would have felt awkward about how the fabric protested at first, sticking to your cunt, but with Javi, if anything, you felt powerful. 

He was visibly trying to compose himself as he gently helped you get both your legs out of the ruined piece and with a shaky exhale he scooted back. He shove a cushion under your ass as he laid down on his belly, navigating your thighs over his shoulders, eyeing your center with blown-out pupils. 

“I will never get used to this,” he mused to himself with wonder in his voice, as he splayed his hands across the crease of your ass to softly spread your cunt wide open with his thumbs. You felt his heavy huff on your pussy, and it made you twitch again. He looked captivated by the sight.

“Javi, I swear to go—oohhh my god,” Javi cut you off as the flat of his tongue licked a broad and firm stripe through your folds with a depraved moan.

Your whole body lifted up, and he hooked his arms around your legs, grabbing at the top of your thighs as he held you down, keeping you close to his ravenous mouth. He gave you a few greedy laps, slowly exploring all of your cunt before his tongue lazily went around your hole. Your muscles were twitching, your chest and neck aflame, and if his sight weren’t so hypnotizing you would have thrown your head back already. You felt boneless. 

Your abs shaking from the strain of keeping you upright, you grabbed a few cushions you could reach from your position, and shoved them under your head, angling yourself perfectly to watch him at work. He was licking at you tirelessly, mapping all your sensitive spots, before he started to fuck you with his tongue, slowly but deliberately grazing your walls all around. 

You let out a raspy moan at the sensation - he was the first person who had ever done this to you and you were still surprised by it every single time. The feel of his agile muscle prodding at your sensitive flesh made your vision blur and sweat gather around your temple. He went as deep as possible, and after an inhale he buried his nose in your clit, slightly moving it left and right. You felt him everywhere as if he was surrounding your entire body. One of your hands grabbed a cushion so tightly, it made your knuckles ache, your other hand finding purchase in his soft locks. 

You were scraping his scalp with your fingernails, and he practically purred, the sounds vibrating against your raw flesh, starting a fire in your guts as goosebumps erupted on your skin. You couldn’t help pulling at a handful of hair as your pussy spasmed around his deft tongue. His purr turned into a growl as he removed himself, gulping some air still a few inches away from your cunt. Your hands lifelessly plopped down around you. 

“Fuck, cariño, I won’t ever get enough of you,” his speech was slurred like he was drunk and he looked up at you with disoriented eyes. “You taste so good, I would happily drown in you.”

You wanted to react, you really did, but as he was talking one of his hands left your thigh and traced an invisible pattern down the apex of your thighs, fingers traveling through your cunt and gathering your juices, then reaching their destination, a thick digit slipping into you just when you wanted to answer him. Whatever you wanted to tell him, he rendered you speechless with literally a swipe of his finger. The cracking of the fire and the slick sounds of your pussy were the only noises around you, until you felt his mouth on you again. He lapped up the juices escaping you around his finger, sucking on your lips with obscenely loud noises. You wanted to cover your face because you suddenly felt self-conscious, but his free hand grabbed your wrist as you heard him call your name brokenly. 

“Please don’t hide away from me, I want to see your face as I bring you pleasure,” he pleaded, his accent a bit stronger than usual. 

The mere look of him was debauched, all messy-haired and shiny-faced, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky. Your heart skipped a beat, and you held onto his hand, his thumb tracing reassuring circles on your knuckles immediately. Your other hand smoothed his unruly hair out of his face, and he went back, keeping eye contact with you. 

“Look at me,” he rasped one last time before diving in.

He dragged his tongue up between your folds as his finger started moving again. He looked up at you the entire time from under his lashes, eyes half-lidded. As he reached your clit you jumped a little, and he opened his mouth wider so you could see his tongue moving against the tortured little nub with a small wiggle. You had to compose yourself not to let your eyes roll back, the sight somehow multiplying the already devastating sensation tenfold. 

“You’re so fucking good to me, Javi,” you uttered, caressing his hair and you could see a shiver running down his spine. “I’m so—so—“

“I know, mi amor, I can feel it. Let go for me.” 

He groaned and sucked your clit into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. You squealed, not knowing if you wanted to escape from his ministrations or let him consume you. You tried to trash around but his hands came up and covered the bottom of your stomach, holding you down again. You had half the mind to notice him slowly grinding onto the couch, but then you felt his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, along with his finger rubbing that perfect spot inside you again, and you felt like a lightning struck you. 

All your muscles seized up as white-hot pleasure coursed through your veins. At first, you couldn’t even breathe, let alone make a sound, but then a groan tore out from the depth of your chest and you fell back on the couch lifelessly. Javi never let up licking at you, prolonging your catharsis, not stopping even when you tried to squirm away from oversensitivity. 

“No, no wait—“ you pleaded with a shaky voice to no avail. Everything was too much, but you couldn’t escape from his iron grip. Javi greedily explored all your sensitive spots around your swollen vulva and hole with firm strokes, before he found the button of your clit again, sucking on it harshly dragging you under the waves of ecstasy for a second time that night with a squeak. His mouth was sucking at you relentlessly through the helpless spasms of your body, draining all the energy from you and filling your brain with fuzzy cotton. You fell back limply, muttering nonsense while his mouth gently cleaned you up.

You had no idea how long you were just laying there uselessly, basking in the afterglow with Javi still between your legs. His face rested on the plush of your thigh, his breathing slow but heavy, his eyes closed and his hands flexing. 

Once your wits came back to you, you noticed a faint dent on your thigh from Javi’s ring, a thought of how you wanted to tattoo it on your skin filled your mind – to keep it there forever. 

You played with his hair again, curling a silky strand around your finger by scraping little circles on his scalp. As if you woke him up from a stupor, he looked up at you, breathing now almost normal, but his pupils were still blown out. He wiped his face on your inner thigh, then kissed and sucked off the remnants of your wetness there and you giggled, his facial hair tickling you. He crawled up your body with a smile across his face, before he laid next to you. You immediately followed him, decorating the hot skin on his shoulders and collarbone with lazy, open-mouthed kisses. He weakly pawed at your waist to bring you closer to him, then dragged the bottom of your dress over your thighs to give you some decency. 

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he pondered and gently pinched your ass. You snickered as you playfully swatted his chest, before laying your head on his pecs. His heart was beating wildly and it made you swoon, so much so that you had to lay a soft kiss between his pecs, just above the hem of his top before nuzzling even more into his blushed chest, as a content sigh fell from your lips. Your gaze couldn’t help but fall to his bulge - he was visibly affected by your previous endeavors. 

“Javi…” you whispered in his neck, while your hand gently caressed his stomach. You felt his heavy exhale under you. “If you want… we can continue…” 

“Oh! Of course, cariño!” he said, perking up, reaching out for the remote control and pushing the play button again, eyes immediately glued on the screen. 

You laid there, having a mental tantrum. Well, things weren’t going the way expected. How can he still be thinking about the movie? 

Squashing that ugly disappointment down, you turned in his arms to try to focus on the TV again. You weren’t allowed to complain, he said he would make you cum and you would continue the movie, and he did just that and more. You couldn’t help the ravenous hunger you had for this man though, it was never enough of him. You laid a soft kiss on his bicep below your head and your arm reached behind to gently shove him back against you. He followed you diligently, but he tensed as his bulge, now hard, rested against your ass again. 

“I’m sorry honey, I’ll just need a minute,” he apologised quietly, voice strained from embarrassment and barely veiled desire. 

The devil on your shoulder took over you as you rolled your hips against him slowly but deliberately. The filthy sound coming from deep in his chest melted your bones, making it hard to keep back your own needy whine. 

“Wh—what are you doing?” 

His strong grip on your hip felt like a warning, but his voice was so weak. That’s what made you throw all your culture out the window, giddy roiling in your guts from feeling him get fully erect against you. You barely registered your hand moving mindlessly, grinding your palm against him. His hand clenched around your forearm easily, but he didn’t move it away. 

“I need you, Javi,” you begged shamelessly, turning your head back in his direction as much as possible. 

“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes closed shut with a loud gulp. When he opened his eyes again his gaze was intense, one of his hands cradling your face as he propped himself up on his elbow to look deeply into your eyes. “I thought you wanted to watch the movie…” 

That made you freeze with confusion, even your hand stopped moving over him. 

“…me?” You asked incredulously. “I mean yeah, it does seem like a great movie and I’d happily watch it any other time, but I couldn’t wait to be alone with you the entire day. I’ve wanted to eat you up since we crawled out of bed this morning. But I’m happy to do anything as long as I’m with you– and you looked so happy to find that movie… I don’t know… I just didn’t want to ruin your joy with my neediness, I guess” you confessed hastily with warm cheeks. 

A soft sound of surprise got stuck in his throat as he looked at you with saucer eyes, gaping like a fish. It looked rather comical if you were honest. If you didn’t feel so sheepish about your clumsy confession, you would have giggled at his expression. 

He shook his head lightly, as if processing your words. “So that’s why you were acting so weird tonight!” He exclaimed, relief evident on his face. He breathed out your name softly, his thumb caressing your face ever so gently. 

“I felt the same way the entire day. I got distracted by finding the movie, I give you that, but up until that moment, I was contemplating taking you in the bathroom in every single place we visited. Even in the car, consequences be damned,” he huffed, and you had to clench your thighs to alleviate the need growing between them again from the mental image. 

“Cariño, I have the DVD now, I can watch it whenever I want!” He tutted, “I swear, one day I’m gonna write a screenplay for you to be the lead in it, you’re such a talented actress. You seemed so eager to watch this movie that I felt guilty for trying to distract you,” he smoothed a strand of hair behind your ear with a chuckle, “I suppose both of us were fools…” 

You couldn’t hold back a rather unsexy snort at that, but it made him beam at you with crinkling eyes. 

He cupped your jaw and leaned over to press a sweet kiss on your lips, but it immediately grew hungry. The stark difference between his precious face and the taste of yourself still on his tongue made a shudder run through your body. 

Javi can really do both, you thought dreamily, but you were quickly snapped back to reality when he rolled you on top of him and deepened the kiss as he slowly sat up, helping you to position yourself on your knees around his hips. He planted his feet on the couch and grabbing your bare asscheeks firmly he dragged your pulsing center down on his bulge. 

Your hands flew to his hair, arms resting on his shoulders, feeling like passing out when you felt his cock twitch against your bare pussy, tearing a low hiss out of him. He bunched up and gripped your dress around your torso. 

“This little dress was teasing me all day,” he groaned, slowly pulling down the zip on your back, the edge of his thumb caressing your bare spine in the process. “It looks fantastic on you, honey, but I need to see all of you, right now.” 

By the time he finished his thought, he already tugged it off of you, your breast jiggling in front of his face from the impact of falling out of the secure hold of the dress, his heavy gaze falling to them immediately, your body now bare in his lap. 

“Oh god, look at you… tan bonita,” he murmured as his hands slid over your ribs firmly, before they slipped under your breasts with a feather-light touch. 

He cupped the mounds gently as his thumbs smoothly explored the skin. The pad of his fingers traced your areola, then softly rubbed over your sensitive nipples. You arched your back, leaking some more wetness on his trousers as you rubbed yourself heavier on him. One hand molded a breast into his waiting mouth, tongue wiggling around the achy nub and the other slipping down your shivering stomach, across the top of your thigh and teasing at your seam across your ass. 

The suckling sensation on your nipple, while his hand was prodding teasingly at your swollen entrance made you go insane. You had to center yourself around something. You clasped the back of the couch tightly, using it as support as you pushed your chest more in his face. Without hesitation, you vigorously moved your clit against his bulge, your head arched back in ecstasy.

His wrecked moan was the prize, your breast slipping from his lips as you watched a tremor course through his entire body. Once he came back to his senses he doubled down his efforts, nuzzling the other breast and sucking the pebbled nipple in his hot mouth. 

His tongue started to swirl around the hardened nub at the same time as two of his fingers drowned in your slick pussy, finding your most sensitive spot with devastating accuracy. Your mind went blank, and your gasps came out in hiccups. Your instincts took over as you were riding his bulge with trembling legs, chasing your blinding pleasure. You only had enough wits to sit back to undo his belt, ripping off his fly, and with his help, you were able to push his pants down his thighs, freeing his erect cock.

His hand grasped the base and gently tapped it against your sensitive clit, and your hips started moving again, trapping his length under your pussy as you continued to slide over him. He softly bit on your nipple in response which blazed off fireworks in your lower stomach, his other hand never stopping its brutal pace grinding against your most sensitive spot. You were so close to cumming you could practically taste it on your tongue. 

“Feels so good—,“ your voice was desperate, and he let out a wrecked moan around your breast. 

The soft pulling sensation, coupled with the warm, wet caresses of his mouth on your nipple, the expert touch of his fingers on your g-spot, and the tantalizing friction of your clit rubbing against the ridges of his cock, quickly sent you spiraling into a world of ecstasy and pleasure. You came with a wail, your back arching and eyes rolling back. You faintly felt Javi’s hands at the base of your back and along your spine, keeping you close to him while his eyes feasted on you falling apart for him. You fell back on his shoulders, weakly grasping at his elbows as his palms caressed your back and he showered your neck with small kisses, humming quietly between them. 

“You did so well, you’re fucking amazing,” he breathed against your skin, as you felt your pulse slow down a bit. He kissed a path down your sweaty chest and came back the same route. After some blissful peace, you felt his cock twitch against you and you whined. 

“Do you have one more in you, mi amor? We can rest,” Javi asked gently, his eyes searching for yours. 

Bless his heart, he made you come three times and he would finish the night here and there, hard as a rock. Your body was still buzzing and you felt sore from his thick fingers but one look at his sinful state was enough to get you in the mood again. 

His lovely locks were now sticking to his face, the perspiration on his chest only making him glow even more. His mouth was agape, plush lower lip kiss-swollen, and his dark eyes silently pleading with you. Instead of giving him an answer, you gripped the hem of his tank top and peeled the offending item off of him as he held up his arms, helping you and keeping his lustrous eyes on yours. 

Resting your hands on the top of his chest you kissed down his neck, between his collarbones. Sitting back lower on his legs, you could trace your tongue between his pecs and down to his soft stomach. You couldn’t help but kiss around his little belly, giving him a playful bite which made him jolt with a small laugh. Your finger traced the soft patch of hair below his navel, and understanding your silent request, he kicked down the remaining of his clothes while you kneeled on the side. 

You were fascinated as you watched his cock in all its glory, shiny from your juices, precum already leaking from the angry, red tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you were already in motion to have a taste for yourself when he stopped you, gently putting his hands around your arms. 

“It pains me to stop you, but the second I feel your mouth on me, I would be a goner.” His husky voice was layered with desire. “C’mere, I need to be inside you,” he added, and you almost jumped on him. 

You crawled back over his hips while he pumped his cock a few times, his veins bulging in his cock and forearms. It was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen and you filed the idea for later exploration. You went lower on him and he smeared his member over your slit, covering him in your juices generously again, then he prodded the head at your entrance. 

“Come on, cariño, let me feel you, please,” he growled, and you carefully descended down on him. 

You were over quite a few nights with him, but your pussy still struggled to accommodate his size, especially now that you were still sore and sensitive from earlier. The struggle felt like a pinch and you whined, but he cradled your face and kissed your forehead. 

“It’s okay honey, take your time,” he whispered and let you take the lead for the moment. 

He caressed everywhere he could reach. He sucked two fingers into his mouth and lead them to your clit, ever so slightly drawing circles around it. At first, it felt like a needle stab, but a few seconds later it turned into pleasure. You swallowed more of him with a quiver. You felt so full, even though you were still a few inches apart from sitting down completely. 

His tongue found your breasts again, laving at the skin with bites and kisses alternating between them, tongue chasing your puffy nipple with confident laps. When he sucked in your soaked bud to bite down on it your cunt bottomed out, swallowing his cock entirely as a fresh wave of slickness coated his base. He tore away from your glistening nipple, burying his face between your breasts with a heavy groan. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me,” he rasped into your damp chest. “You were made for me. And your skin is so fucking silky.” 

Just to prove his point, his greedy tongue made its way up your chest, across your neck and jaw and to claim your mouth in a hedonistic kiss, as his hands grabbed the meat of your ass; not to force you to move, but to ground himself. 

The kiss was a little clumsy, but no less toe-curling, his tongue exploring your mouth and teeth clashing as you started to rise and fall against him. You felt so full, as if he was in your guts. Your lungs burned as you felt more and more overwhelmed by the inferno in your body. You broke away from him only to lay back, hands grabbing his shins while continuing to move up and down on his cock. 

The new angle was exhausting, but it rubbed your insides from just the perfect direction, and your vision blurred from the sensation. From this angle he had the best view of his cock disappearing in your puffy cunt, then appearing again, covered in your juices. Javi was hypnotized by the sight, his mouth dropping, and eyebrows knitted tightly together. 

“That’s it, use me, just like that,” he grunted, trapped under your spell over him. 

Heavy-lidded eyes followed your every move, and as he reached out to touch your overworked clit again your thighs started to tremble so hard that you couldn’t continue gyrating against him. He swore under his breath as you throbbed around him another time, and you leaned over his body to grab his shoulders. 

He prompted you to rise higher on your knees above him as he secured his feet on the surface of the couch. One arm braced himself next to his torso, while the other slipped up your back to grab your shoulder from the back, and he started to pound into you mercilessly, stealing your breath. You could barely stay in place, so you grabbed the backrest of the couch as you felt tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. 

“Are you close, baby? I’m so close but I need you to come first,” he strained, seemingly every muscle in his body tensing from the exertion.

He looked like a sculpture of a deity from ancient times, especially when his head fell back, the thick column of his gorgeous neck on full display. You could only nod, not being able to even form a coherent thought anymore as your desperate whines became constant. He raised his head again - he couldn’t keep his gaze away from where you connected, his face almost looked angry from the concentration. 

“Fuckfuckfuck, rub your clit for me,” he roared, and you followed his order immediately. 

Almost as soon as you touched your clit, you started shuddering violently with a loud and raspy cry, tears running down your face as he kept grazing your g-spot with every powerful thrust. You felt possessed as your entire body short-circuited, and your ears started ringing. You faintly registered his load painting your walls as your throbbing core milked him dry, his growl echoing in your ears. 

You collapsed on him like a ragdoll, your sweaty bodies colliding as he kept you close to his chest. As you came back to your wits a few minutes later you felt raw and weak and vulnerable, but it was okay because Javi was there, embracing you with strong arms and gentle kisses across your face, swiping away your tears. His body was like a shelter as you clung to him with all your limbs and he kept you safe from whatever was happening outside of your bubble. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as his hand smoothed over your hair while his body swayed you gently. 

“I’m… I’m more than okay,” you croaked, still feeling boneless as you weakly clasped into his body. “Thank you, this was a spiritual experience.” He huffed a small laugh at that. 

“You are incredible,” he cooed. 

You lazily nuzzled deeper into his neck with a hum, letting his scent calm your frayed nerves down. You stayed like that, limbs intertwined for a while, before Javi reluctantly pulled out of you, making the both of you groan as he gently helped you to lay on your back and he hurried to the bathroom in all his naked glory. 

He came back soon, but that little time was enough for you to realize that your thighs and mound were drenched. That explains the out-of-body experience. 

Javi sat down next to you, a warm and wet washcloth in his hand. He cleaned you up with reverence, eyeing the marks he had left over your body. He seemed worried, but you wore them with pride.

“That’s very kind of you, but I think we will need to shower anyway,” you smiled bashfully, and he placed a smooth kiss on your forehead.

“I wasn’t sure if you had enough energy for that,” he rasped.

“If you help me, it won’t be an issue,” you sat up slowly, your coordination akin to a newborn foal, his hand held out to help you to stand. 

“Of course, cariño.” 

His warm eyes made your knees buckle, this time not from your physical activities. As if on cue, the credits rolled on the screen with a blaring sound, and both of you jerked your head in its direction with alarm, obviously forgetting about the movie going in the background the entire time. You looked back at each other with wide eyes, laughter erupting out of you at the same time.

“So, you wanna watch the movie when we get back home?” He snickered.

“Definitely!” You perked up at the prospect of spending more time with him after your getaway. Besides, now it was your mission to finally really watch the movie. “Unless you’ll need me again,” you added, wiggling your eyebrows at him. He chuckled and smacked your ass gently.

“I was hoping for that answer.”

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THE END.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs & feedbacks are highly appreciated ♥️

[animaniacswritingrequests]

Dot comforting the viewer/reader the way she did with Nora Rita's daughter in the cinceñera episode from S2?

I sighed, holding my head in my hands. Today had been a total disaster, and on my birthday no less! I thought bad things happening on your birthday were things that only happened in dramatic sitcoms or faked reality shows, but with my ruined cake and birthday presents destroyed, I found out the harsh truth. 

“Ahemm.” I could hear a small voice clearing their throat behind me, and willing myself to not look totally pathetic to whoever it was, I slowly turned my head around. Behind me was who seemed to be the youngest of the sibling trio, sporting a yellow flower that tied her floppy ears together and a simple pink skirt. “Not enjoying the party so much, are you??” 

“You could say that…” I murmured, shifting in place a bit. It was pretty obvious, one didn’t need to be a party expert to be able to tell that this party was utterly doomed. “Who are you, anyways?”

“Why, I’m the warner sister!” She’d exclaimed, holding out her skirt and giving a little twirl. “Aka Dot Warner, aka Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third, aka your favorite Warner sibling!” 

I raised my eyebrows a bit, the Princess Angelina… Bo Fanna… well, that set of names caught me off guard. Despite my still prominent sadness, a soft giggle did escape me. 

“What about your name?” She’d ask me then, taking a seat next to me. 

“Y/N.” I replied after a second. I couldn’t explain it, but something about Dot made her seem easy to talk to. A sad smile stayed on my lips, as I brushed back my H/C hair, and after a short pause, added: “aka the owner of this sad excuse for a birthday party.” 

Dot frowned at that, before a comforting smile reappeared back onto her. I could feel a gloved hand touch my shoulder gently, realizing she had placed hers there. 

“You know, you’re not the first person I’ve met that had a disastrous party. I thought she was nothing but a stuck-up brat, but it turned out she was just upset because the one thing missing from her party to make it perfect wasn’t able to make it.” 

There was a moment of silence. “I know exactly how she feels, then. My parents were supposed to be here to celebrate with me, but they’re once again too busy with work to pay attention to their own kid. I got so upset thinking about it that I took it out on the poor birthday cake. I feel like such a loser.” 

I’d gesture to the mess of what was once a birthday cake, ruined by my own hands. 

“Yeesh.” I could hear her say, sucking in through her teeth. I groaned, burying my head in my hands and wanting to disappear. I didn’t even notice the similar looking puppy-cat-rabbit wearing a backwards red cap and blue sweater devouring the dessert. 

“Listen, Y/N, if your parents can’t find a way to make time for their child especially on their birthday, then they’re the biggest losers in this whole situation. They don’t deserve someone as amazing as you, and I’m sure we can turn this party around.” 

I sniffled, peeking through my fingers and glancing over at Dot. “How? The night’s pretty much over, and everything is a mess. I’m a mess!” 

“Maybe, but messes never stopped me before. I mean, meet my brothers and you’ll see what I mean.” 

I laughed, finally uncovering my face. The weight on my chest was barely noticeable by that point, and it was all thanks to her. 

“Come on, let’s make this right. We’ll rebake a cake, max out your Mom’s credit card that she probably left behind and is freaking out about at the mall, you know… all the good things.” 

I couldn’t help it. I pulled her into a hug, embracing her. I felt a sense of relief when after some time, she hugged me back. I closed my eyes, my lips pulled upwards in what felt like a permanent smile. 

“Don’t worry about it too much, Y/N.” She’d reassure me, her hands massaging from my shoulders down to my back in comfort. 

“Thanks, Dot. Maybe this party won’t be so bad after all.”

[literal-insanity]

A cover for a story about trophy and fannas a ship.

(It’s my first time writing a fanfiction for this ship, I’m experimenting)

Sence I’m too lazy to tell you about it (and my my battery is low) remeber to check out @jumpingjill123 on wattpad, when I finish it, the doscription will tell ya the rest, Adios amigos!

[skunkes]

ive been rewatching AHS and will do so until i tap out and on one hand my god this writing really is quite sucks a big chunk of the time huh. but on the other hand the name game... judy! judy, judy bo budy bonana fanna fo fudy fee fy mo mudy, judy

[pedrostories]

The writers masterlist is missing wildemaven. She's an incredible talent!! She writes for several of Pedro's characters.

Hi Nonnie! We updated the masterlist with @wildemaven, thank you for the heads-up! 💜

— fanna

[taegularities]

So, hear me out, okay?

I absolutely love listening to all types of music, but because we are both Asian, hindi songs hit me like a freaking truck when I think about THIS…

For example, old bollywood movie's such as veer zahra, kabhi khushi kabhi gham or fanna movie's songs like, chand sifarish, etc….

Idk what's wrong with me!!!! But please tell me if you feel the same way!!

Put on an old Hindi song and just stare at him; you'll get exactly what I mean!! 🤝🌸💗

damn, are u in my spotify or smth bcos i was listening to those songs just today !! had veer zaara, fanaa etc songs playing in the background while writing today. but it was for cmi & jk this time, and i cried, BUT i do agree that taehyung's got a bollywood vibe going on somehow 🧐 and nothing's wrong with u !!! i do feel that way, too. those songs hit and they hit HARD. they kinda hurt </3

also, let's not forget

[solangewrite]

Your writing is amazing! And so are all your characters!! I'm a big Fana and Mathew simp. 👀👀💅🏻

AJA ANON 💛

COME HERE

Matthew and Fanna also sends you hugs! (Matthew hesitant and Fanna excited!) :D

[hiddenpxpercuts]

Was that [ZION MORENO]? Oh no no, that was just [DOT WARNER], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ANIMANICS]. They are [TWENTY-FIVE] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

Dot has been in Washington D.C for less then a year..

Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca III, more commonly known as Dot Warner, is the youngest Warner sibling and one of the protagonists of the TV series Animaniacs and its reboot (along with her brothers Yakko and Wakko). She is an anthropomorphic cartoon of undetermined species.As she is the only girl in her family, she often refers to herself as "and the Warner sister!" She is also the self-proclaimed cutest character on the show and takes great pride in her appearance, as well as her sardonic wit.

Dot is the baby of the family and knows it; she is not above using her cuteness to get what she wants, and if she fails, she uses incredible violence. Her comedy tends to rely on unexpectedness; she uses her adorable persona to lower her enemy's expectations, before setting loose one of her monstrous pets on them, or whacking them with a mallet. She is outgoing, enjoying the social life, and is also very witty and intelligent. Despite being the youngest Warner sibling, she is very self-reliant and confident, and in fact often ends up taking care of Wakko instead of the other way around, lecturing him about not going to class and informing him they'll explain heavy-handed metaphors "when he's older." She's also very determined, and is known to never quit until she gets her way.The original pitch bible describes her as "all animated female characters have never been. She is acerbic, witty, violent and (above it all) cute. (She can't help it… she just is!)"[15] In "Be Like Me," Dot describes herself as "perfect, funny, cute and smart and strong," as well as being able to kick the butt of her adversaries.Dot can be very blunt and rude, sometimes on purpose; she doesn't care if she's annoying people at all, and in fact will revel in the attention she gets. She does, however, get upset when she is not successful in her endeavours, often getting more snippy and aggressive. She gets angry more often than her brothers- and sometimes at her brothers, especially if they're flirting with someone in front of her. ("Boys. Go fig.") Despite that, she is just as flirtatious with men, often jumping into their arms, trying to kiss them and asking their relationship status.The pitch bible describes her by saying that "she can do anything the boys can do and still look cute (and she knows it)." She sometimes uses her femininity to her advantage, such as acting shocked that the King would allow a "poor, helpless girl" to scout for him in "The Three Muska-Warners." She also uses her cuteness as a weapon to get her and her siblings out of difficult situations, usually against Mr. Crazy Person; she will regress into "baby talk" and bat her eyelashes. However, when not intentionally using these underestimations against her enemies, being treated as a baby angers her.[16]She is very musically talented, being able to play any instrument,[15] despite not being able to read sheet music. However, many others (including her brothers) claim she has a horrible singing voice. Yakko also will occasionally comment that she's not a very good actress. She also enjoys books, though she needs a certain level of noise in order to focus- she can't read while her brothers are playing war, but if it's too quiet, she will turn on heavy metal music;[17] her trait of being unable to focus when distracted by small noises is consistent.[18] Dot can also be a bit hyperactive, and doesn't often sit still; instead, she'll often be looking around or doing makeup. She also has difficulty paying attention, as seen when Plotz requested she write a letter for him and instead she doodled her and her celebrity crush, Mel Gibson.Despite her confidence, she has moments of sensitivity; she cries when given an F in "Chalkboard Bungle", and has a meltdown over flubbing her lines of "Cutie and the Beast." In the same episode, she becomes upset at the idea of someone else being cute- which she considers her territory. She also becomes upset in the reboot upon getting a zit, believing it to not be a good look for her until she befriends it. However, she seems to take comfort in finding herself cute, despite what others say; in "Fear and Laughter in Burbank", when she is shown a vision of herself as elderly, she excitedly asks her older self if she's ready to adopt cats.Dot has always been a feminist, becoming upset if she believes someone is looking down on her or others for their gender. This trait is featured prominently in the reboot, in which she has songs about the suffragette movement and the first ladies of the United States, as well as her outright ordering a man to stop being sexist.While the Warner siblings love each other, Dot will often become angry at her brothers; as mentioned, especially when they are acting like idiots because they've seen a pretty girl, or when they try to tease her. She and Yakko butt heads sometimes, as shown in their incessant bickering during "I'm Mad" and their extended argument in "Cutie and the Beast."Dot has several recurring quirks; she tends to refer to people as "kid," a term she may have picked up from her past friendship with Fanny Brice. She also will pull out a box and introduce people to her "pet," only for a terrifying monster to leap out. (In "Space-Probed," one of her pets falls in love with the Xenomorph.) She will also sometimes pull off frightening and/or improbable feats, before saying that it's "Just a little thing I do." Also, notably, she despises the nickname "Dottie," possibly due to its usage as an adjective to describe someone who is insane. She often says that anyone who calls her Dottie will die, and follows through on her threat in "Dottie the Squirrel." The only time she has heard someone refer to her by this name and not reacted negatively is when it has been used by her brothers: Yakko used it in "The Three Muska-Warners," and both brothers sang it in "At the Big Wrap Party Tonight"[19] and "Wagon Sled."[20]

For more info, check out this. https://animaniacs.fandom.com/wiki/Dot_Warner

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

So if I ever get around to writing a Sonic Underground AU, I’d have Pip visit all three Warners to reveal they’re royalty, not just Yakko.

With that in mind, here’s Dot’s visit with him

*

Dot felt like her brain was melting from her ears, though a quick glance in the mirror told her that wasn’t the case. This guy wouldn’t shut up!

She’d admit she had a temper, but this guy (Pip? Hadn’t he called himself Pip? It felt like hours ago now) made her blood boil like no one else ever had. She was seconds away from bashing him with her mallet, or running from the room; maybe tossing him out the window. The idea made her smile despite her mounting anger.

“And so I gave your mother and father a prophesy; as I recall it was a dark and stormy night, unseasonable weather really, but quite symbolic and appropriate I suppose...” he continued to drawl.

Dot banged her head on the table. Clearly, Pip had the wrong girl. Her adoptive mother’s husband had died long before she ever took Dot in. She’d never had a father-figure.

“You will form the Council of Five and defeat King Salazar. It is your destiny, Princess Angelina, to find your brothers and-”

Hold up. Pause. Record scratch.

What?

Dot raised her head, gaping at Pip. If he noticed her stunned gaze, he gave no indication: he just kept talking on and on in that dull monotone. He looked vaguely sleepy. His expression hadn’t changed once, not even when Dot had thrown a plate at him, startled by his sudden appearance.

“What- what did you call me!?” Dot stood, heart pounding. Angelina. No one ever called her that. Most people didn’t even know that was her full name.

Pip blinked at her, not at all deterred by the interruption.

“Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banna Fanna Bo Besca Warner The Third,” he said. “The youngest child and only daughter of Queen Angelina The Wise and King William The Good. Little sister to Crown Prince Yakkory and Prince Wakkorotti, otherwise known as Yakko and Wakko.” For the first time, there was something like emotion in Pip’s voice; he sounded ever-so-vaguely fond.

Yakko. Wakko. Those names tugged on her heart strings, though she couldn’t say why.

She clutched her pendant, her head spinning. 

“You’re serious,” Dot said blankly.

“Of course,” Pip said. “This is no laughing matter, Princess. The fate of Warnerstock is at stake. We have lived under the tyranny of King Salazar for too long. Your parents have waited too long. It is time to begin at last, as fate foretold. As I said, it was a dark and stormy night, rather unseasonable weather, but...”

Dot stopped listening.

Their country hadn’t been called Warnerstock in ten years. Ever since she was a baby, it had been known as Ticktockia. To call it Warnerstock was treason; to acknowledge the lost royals was treason. Here Pip was, a deadly dull man, popping into her home as if by magic and casually committing treason.

Casually turning Dot’s life upside down.

“I have brothers?” she whispered. Her pendant seemed to warm in her hand as she said it, almost humming. A melody echoed in her ears.

“Two brothers,” Pip said with a nod. “And soon the three of you will be reunited.”

[janetbrown711]

My headcanons about Queen Angelina II

Majority of these can be seen in this fic, so if you like the idea go check it out ;)

Also- a handful of these are shared with the lovely @madelynartz, who also has fantastic takes on her, so be sure to check out their post too

If you want me to draw/write any of these specific headcanons/moments, just send an ask and I’ll probably do it

I’ll (likely) be making another, seperate post for William when i feel like it

Update: I have

This is gonna be a long post-

Early Life:

Her parents weren't very loving or caring, only ever wanting her to work on her studies and singing

Her mother was worse than her father, as she was egotistical and always critical of Angelina II and always seemed to find problems with things and people that made her happy

Her mother also always went by her full name (You had to refer to her as Queen Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the First- she wouldn't let people shorten it)

Naturally- Angelina resented her mother and with that, her own name.

She hates it when people say her full name- "Just Angelina is fine"

But if she especially likes you, you can call her Lena ;)

Since the only thing her parents approved of was studying, she devoured the entire castle library as a child, which left her often more informed than her tudors, which left her bored during lessons and she quickly became a "smart-ass" as she liked to talk back and figure out the ways she could get out of lessons

She hated the idea of getting betrothed, and any time a suitor would come over, she'd attack his pride in any form she could think of to get them to hate her, and she was successful

One of the suitors was Prince Salazar

She hated Salazar the most

Despite her attitude being well known across several kingdoms, rumors of her beauty and wonderous singing kept them coming

Her father, King Harold the Eighth, died when she was 10, and she could hardly say she really grieved him, but it made her mother more distant and sometimes outright cruel

She met William when he was 15 in the royal stables when he was training to be a squire

He fell in love instantly, though Angelina wanted to get to know him first

They were the best of friends since they met, though it was obvious Queen Angelina I disapproved

However, after awhile Angelina just stopped caring about what her mother thought entirely and was much better off

She and William loved to garden together, and always planted new flowerbeds in the palace garden every spring

William proposed when he was 22 and she was 21

Obviously she said yes, but they had to keep it hidden from her mother, who would likely take William away

Luckily for them, Angelina I died a month after he proposed, and the two were quickly married.

Yakko:

Yakko was born 10 months after their wedding

Angelina fell in love instantly, declaring him to be the cutest baby she had ever seen

She's terrible with names, and never named her children until after they were born

She hated the idea of giving him a really long and convoluted name, or a name that was in her family (like Harold the 9th)

And so Yakko it was

She didn't expect motherhood to be so exhausting, but hearing Yakko's laugh for the first time made everything worth it to her

Yakko began babbling at a younger age than most, and he babbled constantly, even in his sleep. Angelina loved to just sit and listen to him try to tell stories in nonsense baby language

However, Yakko seemed to have a preference for hearing William give the bedtime stories, as when she tried to read he got fussy

Once he was able to explain he said "daddo does the voices" and that he preferred her lullabies anyway

It hurt at first, but she understood. William was an excellent story teller, though he did have a tendency to ramble at times

Yakko's favorite story was of how they met

She's very protective, and if he was sick or hurt, she'd never leave his side

Her hair used to be very, very long but once Yakko was able to grab things and kept yanking her hair, she chopped it all off and has kept it short ever since

Wakko:

Wakko didn’t cry or breathe when he was born, so for the first moments of his life, Angelina and William feared he was dead

He wasn’t dead though, and they rejoiced greatly, and cried a lot

Angelina refused to let go of him though, and they were only able to get Wakko away from her when she fell asleep from exhaustion

After about a week or so, she relaxed more, but she needless to say her protectiveness went to new heights 

“Lena, Yakko slept in a crib all the time, it’s fine-” “How do you know that?” “Lena, I was there.”

William did always have a way to reassure her though

However, the extra layer of protectiveness was kinda needed for Wakko, as he loved to bite and chew on everything and anything he could get his little hands on (including his own tail)

She eventually gained what William described as a “sixth sense” where she could just tell when Wakko put something he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth.

Wakko didn’t talk much when he was young, especially when compared to Yakko, though his brother seemed to get him to talk even more than his parents could

They didn’t mind though, whatever worked, worked

Wakko loved following Yakko everywhere he went the moment he could crawl. Angelina thought it was adorable.

Wakko had a tendency to hurt himself a lot (whether by tripping, crashing, bitting his tail too hard, etc.) which forced Angelina to learn that he’ll be okay, and not to overreact or panic, as he was most certainly not made of glass

Angelina had a tendency to be a worry-wart

Dot: 

Angelina became pregnant with Dot right before tensions with Ticktockia started to rise, but William was determined not to let that ruin their optimism about having another child that was hopefully a girl

Angelina really wanted a girl bc Yakko and Wakko didn’t like dressing up and she really hoped a girl would, though she knew there wasn’t ever a guarantee, but she hoped

Angelina went into labor in the middle of a meeting with an ambassador from Ticktockia, but forced herself to finish it bc she ain’t a quitter

Despite Dot being her third child, she took the longest to actually deliver (two days), likely due to the exhaustion from countless meetings with Ambassadors and the stress of trying to avoid war bc King Salazar decided past treaties suddenly didn’t mean anything

Angelina had originally been against giving her her name, as she still associated it with her mother, but William said that he only thought of her, and that she was a much better mother and person than Angelina I could’ve ever been, which changed her mind.

However, she had thought of the name Dot before she was born, and liked it to so she and William agreed they’d just call her that for short, and if you asked them “how is Dot short for Princess Angelina blah blah blah the Third, they’d reply “it just is”)

Though she wouldn’t tell Yakko or Wakko, Dot was most certainly the cutest baby of them all

Wakko and Yakko loved to just... stand over Dot’s crib and watch her do things

Wakko also didn’t grasp what a baby was, and would often try to make her do things, and when she wouldn’t he’d get upset and Angelina or William would have to explain why she can’t play with him with the toy soldiers

She’d often just ramble on and on to Dot as she slept while William watched the boys, talking about the new treaties going up, and how worried she was about what Salazar would do if he didn’t agree with the new treaties and deals. It made her feel better. 

To also ease her worries, she taught Yakko how to take care of his sister. How to burp her, how to change her, how to give her a bath, etc. She hated thinking about what could possibly happen, but knowing they’d survive somehow made her feel much better. 

Dot was three months old when the attack happened, and Angelina wished she had had more time with her before dying.

Misc. (bc I refuse to end on a bad/depressing note)

She had family portraits made after each of her kids were born bc she wanted to always remember how cute of babies they were

Her lullabies worked like magic in terms of getting the three of them to sleep

If you asked her, she thinks Yakko has her eyes, Wakko has her nose, and Dot has her eyes and face shape

In the space between her mother dying and their wedding, she met Hello Nurse, who was a childhood friend of William’s, and they hit it off quite well- so much so that Angelina offered her a job in the castle, but she refused, saying she had plans with some doctor in Acme Falls, which Angelina respected. 

She one time tried to practice knitting in hopes of knitting the kiddos a blanket, but she was  t e r r i b l e  at it, and gave up after a week of trying

William and her liked to throw balls at least once a year, and everyone agreed they were the best dancers out there (what they didn’t know was how much practice Angelina had to put in to get a sense of rhythm- she was a terrible dancer, and William’s natural grace when dancing far exceeded her own)

Despite others protesting, Angelina always suspected that the reason tension was growing with Ticktockia was because Salazar was jealous and upset that she married some random knight rather than him (a theory that was proven right to her right before her death)

Her favorite food was bananas

William was a huge cuddler, so they’d cuddle close every night

she personally tutored Yakko on things like history and geography, as she felt those tended to be the most boring classes, and she wanted to have some part in his education, as she hated all of her teachers when she was a kid

She often didn’t know when to shut up, which did end up costing her in the end, but she didn’t regret a single word she said before her death, as Salazar deserved every bit of it. 

[asilcorner]

Don’t mind me, I’m just writing down all the little things I know, noticed or keep quoting after my rewatch of the Animaniacs, as well as games and comics. I literally can’t hold in my excitement for the reboot in for more than 10 minutes without bursting into tears.

Apparently the Warners were born/drawn on the 30th of March at 2.43 in the morning in the year 1929. Later they change it to 1930.

1934 the Warners are deemed dangerous and too zany, so they get locked into the water tower for 60 years.

However not consecutively, they do escape whenever the tower is in need of cleaning (they mention termites)

The years they escaped were 1945, January 21st 1968, 1977 and November 1989. There are no other mentioned, but there probably were

Yakko is 14, Wakko is 11 and Dot is 10 years old and they haven’t aged a single day since their creation

Yakko is lactose intolerant, but it’s not clear how bad it actually is, while Wakko has hyperglycemia

Wakko is apparently absolutely terrified by clowns

Dots real name is Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the third

Yakko in the comics has a second name, which makes him Yakko Alvin Warner and I am still laughing about it

When also asked in the comics about their gender Yakko answers with male, Dot with female and Wakko with other, he’s non-binary now, I say so

While the Warners usually do stuff together, they do split up and have alone time; Yakko for example loves to play with paddleballs or does read in his free time

Wakko is the quiet one, usually also called the dumbest; however, he has a very impressive talent in building Rube Goldberg-nesque machines that take a lot of mental gymnastics and math

Dot in the meantime loves to write poetry and recites it in front of audiences

In episode 99 is a footnote for ep 100 that there will be a new episode, we just need to wait and wait and wait! And it wasn’t a lie

One episode was called “The final space cartoon, we promise” since they overused the trope, and now I hope they make another one, calling it “Sike, we lied, another space episode”

Yakko calls the others “siblings” or “sibs”, sometimes even “sister/brother-sib” or other nicknames like “garbage disposal” or “princess” and it makes my heart melt

There are very seldom times where the Warners are at a loss about what they should do, but when it happens, it’s always Wakko and Dot looking at Yakko to come up with a plan

In the same breath if he gets stuck, he does rely on them and usually asks for “Uhhhhhhhhh, a little help here, please?”, which makes their dynamic absolutely precious to me

Yakko’s also usually the one they cling to or hide behind, while he’s the one guarding them or acting as a wall; we stand big brother/step-up dad Yakko in this household

Quotes that won’t leave me alone

Yakko (Y), Wakko (W), Dot (D), Scratchy (S), Other (O)

(S) “You will learn the meaning of futility, even if it kills me!” (W) “…It’s your funeral…”

(W) “Maybe we are dogs? Cute little dogs! With ears! Woof woof! And little tails that we can wag!”

(Y) “There is no time like the present!” (W) “Is the present for me?” (D) “If he gets one, I want a present, too!” (Y) “Aren’t siblings the worst sometimes?”

(D) “The reception’s as bad on these as it is in the states.” (Y)“Technology makes the world smaller every day”

(W) “The sense of smell is the way you tell that you need to change your socks!”

(S) “How do you feel?” (Y) “With my hands”

(D) “I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m really really mad, you poked me with your elbow in my side!” (Y) “No I didn’t!” (D) “Yes, you did! You did! And I’m just a little kid...”

(Y) “This may be a silly question, but why does he want to eat us?” (D) “Fad diet?” (W) “’Cause we kinda taste like chicken?” (Y) “How would you-… Nevermind”

(Y) “You know this means war!” “-ner!”

(W) Theres a sense of pride, that you have deep down inside (Y) When you practice a sense of fair play (D) Sense of wonder, sense of beauty (W) Sense of honor, sense of duty

(O) “It says here you live in a tower!” (Y) “That’s right, Ned!” (O) “Well, tell us a little about it.” (Y) “…We live in a tower, Ned.”

(Y) “It’s that time again!” (W) “To make the fox censors cry?”

(Y) “There is something missing…” (D) “You mean talent?”

(O) “I can’t thank you enough!!!” (Y) “You can try”

(O) “I’m Count Dracula” (Y) “Didn’t you use to teach math at sesame street?”

(Y) “It’s a great big universe and we are really puny! We’re tiny little specks about the size of Mickey Rooney!”

(O) “Ah! You must be the smart one!” (D) “I’m the cute one!” (W) “And I’m the psychologically unhinged one”

[jawllines]

Livvy livvy bo bivvy banana fanna fo fivvy me my mo mivvy livvy

How is princerry coming?

OFMTOGMG GOOD IM ABOUT TO START WRITING THE LAST SCENE AND ITLL BE READY TO POST IN THE MORNING :D

[acatslifeif]

I had actually forgotten I sent that ask lmao, so on that note since it's been a while for me to ask ro reactions in general for any if authors; how would the ros react to cat!mc bringing back a wild animal, like a goose or a duck, and nudging them towards the animal? I feel like a similar ask has been answered but you can never know so

YALL I WANNA SPOIL SO MUCH

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Matthew: oh hell no. hes already reaching his patience with this cat... will melt inside when petting them, he cant believe he let himself to be...tempted to do it.

Fanna: another friend to play with! she would be so exited... the other ‘friend’ may even get scared or exited as much as her.. (imagine if MC ‘kidnapped’ the animal.. Fanna just hella influenced MC lmao! ;D)

Ed: oh. another one came. hed take a lot of care for both of them, but MC will always be his favorite, not much of a difference for the both tho!

Kal: they wont be happy at first... what if they had parents? But they would also be melting inside when they start to pet the other fluffy animal!

Cheyenne: oh - OH. okay okay! wait MC! she needs to go buy the stuff! they need to be comfortable here, after all they are the guest!! (will surely keep it..)

The Hunter: similar like Fanna! the only difference is they may ‘forget’ about you for a while, while they will spoil the newcomer... MC DONT BE JEALOUS!

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Hehe that was fun to write! :D

[starwitness42]

18, 22, 29 & 30 for the fic writer asks 💕

Holly Holly Bo Bolly Banana Fanna Fo Folly, Me My Mo Molly, HOLLY!!!

18. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

Um, both? I usually edit each section of a chapter after I’ve written it (mostly for content) and then when I’m done, I give the whole chapter a solid read through. And then I do ANOTHER read through after I post on AO3 ever since they started the whole thing where if you use an italicized word near punctuation they add a space. So rude. 

22. Do you enjoy making OCs for your fanfics, or prefer sticking to canon characters? 

I used to HATE OCs and never used them. Then Halo came along, and I had so. much. fun. with the OCs there so HELLO Reese and James and Lance and Danny and Vin and Al and OMG SOMEBODY STOP ME. 

29. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

The writing! The writing! The writing! There is NOTHING like the feeling you get when you’re in a writing mood and the words just come through your fingers like someone else is doing the work. I love it so much and miss it like a dear friend when it’s not around (hence the fact that I write a million things when it’s around). 

30. Do you write down all your ideas? What makes you decide to write one versus the other?

I write everything down, mostly because I have a terrible memory. I usually only have a handful of ideas kicking around at once, so it’s not that hard to decide what to do. The decision is always just a gut thing, though. What am I vibing, basically, at that point in time. 

[anyathefandom]

Ships that can go (basically all the current ships on gh):

Nava: I wish I actually liked them together.

Millow: Kill it with fire

Jax/nina: It's a flop. They're just an older millow tbh.

Brolly: They give me little sister/big brother vibes

Fanna: its not that I hate or dislike them I just feel nothing between them plus she always put peter first in that relationship. He could be a legit danger to violet but she seems to care more about a grown man's feelings than that child. Honestly finn needs to run away from that relationship.

Peter/maxie: kill them with fire. Revive them. Then kill them with fire again.

Ned/olivia: Ned is legit selfish

Liz x franco: Let cheerleader!liz die because were sick of hearing her trying to hype him up. I'm ready to see single!liz again.

Joss x cam: *clears throat* I repeat, she didn't want him until trina did

Joss x dev: Fuck no. Not after that stalker behavior.

Valentin/brooklyn: I'm hoping this was just a ons because to me they have an ick factor. Its not even about the age difference. There just something I don't like about it.

Jarly/SaSon: The reason why jason is never with sam and the kids

Ships I'm on the fence about

Chillow: I might care about them...I might not. I can admit their cute but I don't go crazy about them.

Dustin/lulu: *shrug* their fine. They don't cause drama or have drama. So it's whatever with them. I still want valentin x lulu.

Jasam: I used to ship them so much 😭😭 but 2012 was such a bad year for them 😬 I remember feeling sad but at the same time loving sam x john. Now years later I'm mostly fustrated about jasam so I'm kind of on the "I would legit be fine if y'all don't work out" train. It is what it is.

Sidenote: The only reason I'm fine with carly x sonny is because I don't wish them on other people😂 Y'all also it's hard not even having one ship you want not be canon on gh and plus you have to deal with the trash ass writing for sls.

[pedrostories]

Howdy, I am very new to writing Pedge fics but would love to be added to the list :) I will be updating all of my original posts asap with the tag. Thank you!!!!!

Thank you, we added you to our masterlist! 😊 We'll queue every Pedro Pascal character fanfiction you tag us in!

— fanna