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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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Feels Good To Be Alone With You

Javi Gutierrez x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)

Word count- 2.7k

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), oral (both receiving), face sitting, fingering, pegging, praise kink, cum eating, established relationship, feelings, soft romantic sex, no plot really, switching dynamics but more of a subby Javi, hinted reader is more thicker but can be read any way

Notes- I have wanted to write this since before the movie was released but I never had more than just vibes until recently. And I always seem to write tender, romantic sex with Javi G lol! But he deserves it! And I’m so happy with how this turned out! Enjoy! Also pspspsps @mikeisthricedeceased 😘

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“Come here mi angel,” Javi purred as his hands caressed your hips. The bright smile on his face melted you into a puddle as you straddled his waist.

“A-Are you sure, Javi?” your voice was just a whisper.

The fire burned behind his dark brown eyes and the certainty was plain in his face and in his tone, “I am, corazon,” Javi gave your hips a gentle squeeze, “Now, come sit on my face and let me taste you,” he groaned your name as he nudged you forward up his body.

You swallowed hard, but you trusted Javi more than anyone, and when he looked at you with those big eyes, you were weak against him. “Ok,” you breathed as you leaned forward and ran your hands along his chest, “Anything for you, mi amor.”

Javi groaned against your lips as you pressed yours against them. Immediately, he parted his lips for you and invited your tongue in. Heat rose in the room as you rocked your hips against his while your hands caressed his chest and your tongue explored his mouth, tasting him. Javi held you close as you pressed your body against his, and both of you savored the warmth of the other.

Hearts beat wildly against each other as desperation quickly rose between you. From the moment you crossed the threshold into Javi’s lavish bedroom, his hands were on your body, and clothes quickly flew off of both of you until you both landed naked on Javi’s bed, you on top of him. It had been too long since you had seen each other, and not a day went by when you were parted that you didn’t think of him. And Javi missed you more and more every day you were apart.

Now that you were back together, Javi wanted… needed to taste you and kiss you all over. And you had no objections.

“You taste exquisite, mi amor,” Javi moaned against your lips as he chased them when you broke away for air, “But I’d like to kiss somewhere else now,” he added with a cheeky grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re insufferable, Javi,” you playfully chastised him, “But I can never say no to you.”

With that, you gave his pecs one last squeeze before you slowly shimmied yourself up his body. Javi groaned and you felt his cock twitch against your ass before you inched your way up. You shook from nerves; this was the first time he asked something like this of you. Javi loved eating you out, but usually you were on your back or on all fours when he did. This was new. And though you were nervous, you were also excited. And from the eager look on his face and the way he licked his lips with anticipation, you could tell Javi was excited too.

“That’s it cariño,” he cooed as his hands ran up and down your body. He let out a soft moan as he felt the slick from your pussy against his bare chest, and it only made him that much more desperate to taste you.

It felt like hours to make your way up, but in reality it was only seconds. But when your thighs framed Javi’s beautiful face and you looked down, your breath hitched in your chest. Javi’s large hands gripped your thighs tightly, as if he was afraid you would run away if he let go. And the fiery passion in his eyes burned bright as he looked up at you.

“Perfecte,” he grinned as he nosed your folds, “I have missed you, amor.”

The whimper that escaped your lips sounded more pathetic than you ever thought you would sound as Javi’s nose made contact with your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forward and braced yourself against the head of the bed. You heard Javi whisper your name as he placed a feather light kiss on your pussy and gave your legs a reassuring squeeze.

Before you could say anything back, Javi darted his tongue out and immediately lapped and sucked at your pussy with abandon. Any thoughts you had vanished as your whole world became consumed with just Javi. Your mind swam in pleasure as you threw your head back and moaned loudly, covering the sounds of his greedy slurps.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as his tongue swirled along your folds, hitting every sensitive spot with precision.

Javi hummed into your body as he tightened his grip on your and devoured you hungrily. His crock strained with need as he darted his tongue in and out of your pussy a few times before he licked his way up to your clit. Javi wrapped his lips around the sensitive spot and sucked hard, determined to send you over the edge. And when your moans grew louder, he knew he found just the right spot.

“Javi!” you screamed as one of your hands landed in his hair and tugged hard, “Fuck I’m gonna…”

As you rocked your hips against his face, you came hard, tugging on Javi’s hair as you did so. You scream echoed in the room as your body trembled from the intensity of your climax. And Javi never let up; he kept flicking at your clit with his tongue until he was sure you had no more left to give.

Completely spent, you collapsed down to your side, landing on the plush mattress next to Javi, who laid on his back with a glistening chin and a huge smile on his face. Heavy sighs escaped both your lips as you opened your eyes and met Javi’s gaze. The two of you laid still for a moment before you both burst into laughter and you scooted your way to wrap your arms around him.

“Enjoy that, corazon?” Javi asked as he nuzzled his nose against your face and placed soft kisses on your skin.

“Very much,” you sighed contently before you pushed yourself up, “Now it’s your turn,” your tone dropped as you started to push yourself down so you could wrap your lips around Javi’s cock and return the favor.

But Javi stopped you with a firm grip and a sharp look in his eyes.

“Javi…?”

“Wait, amor,” he pushed himself up onto his elbows so he was level with you, “I want you to do something for me,” he caressed your face as he looked at you with those big eyes.

“What is it, Javi?” you asked, your voice so hushed you barely even heard yourself.

He glanced at you before he got up from the bed and rummaged in his dresser drawer. You watched with a puzzled expression before he turned around and showed you what he fished out. You recognized it right away: a dildo and a harness. Neither of you spoke as Javi sat back on the bed next to you.

“Will you do me the honors, corazon?” Javi asked with a slight pout and big eyes.

You let out a heavy breath as you laid your hands on his, “Of course, Javi,” you looked up and met his gaze and both of you let out another deep breath, “Do you have lube too?”

His face lit up, “Of course!”

Javi quickly reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer as you stood and slid on the harness. Surprisingly, it fit you perfectly, sitting right on your pelvis and resting snug around your legs. Javi gasped when he turned around and saw you before he practically leapt onto the bed and laid out on his back.

“Fuck, amor,” the excitement in his voice was plain, “I am going to have to eat you out again when you are done here.”

You couldn’t help but cackle at Javi’s comment, “Let’s see if you have the energy to, mi amor,” your voice dropped again as you leaned forward and hovered yourself over him, “Shouldn’t you be on your hands and knees though?” you turned more serious for a moment, “It shouldn’t hurt as much that way for your first time.”

Javi smirked, “You assume this is my first time, corazon…”

Your eyes went wide, yet you weren’t completely surprised. This was the first time Javi asked you to peg him yes, but that didn’t mean it was his first time at all.

“Besides,” Javi’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, “I want to see you when you fuck me.”

The moan you let out made Javi’s cock twitch and suddenly a rush of need pulsed through both of you. “Ok mi amor,” you whispered as you caressed his face much like the way he did yours.

Javi leaned into your touch and his eyes fluttered shut. He let out a deep exhale as he kissed the palm of your hand before you dragged it down the front of his body. Goosebumps erupted on his skin as you grazed your nails softly across his chest before you traced a random pattern along his stomach. Neither of you spoke, but you both felt the nervous and excited energy from each other.

Slowly, you ran the tips of your fingers along his length, teasing him. Javi groaned as his head dropped onto the mattress as he involuntarily bucked his hips into your touch, desperate for more. Not wanting to tease him much more, grabbed the bottle of lube and coated your fingers generously before you wrapped one hand around his cock. You tossed the bottle onto the bed and positioned your other hand at his entrance, poking the tip of your finger at the first ring of muscle.

You watched Javi’s every expression as you carefully pushed one lube-coated finger inside, and a rush of wetness gushed between your legs when he moaned loudly. “Fuck…” you breathed as you pumped you finger in and out a few times.

“More… Corazon…” he begged.

You lazily stocked his cock in time with your finger as you added a second. Suddenly you understood why Javi was always so eager to ravage you and give in to your every request; you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. You leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock as you added a third finger, stretching him open for what was to come.

Javi groaned your name as his eyes rolled back into his head. This was far from his first time doing this, but it was different with you. Every touch felt more electric, as if any thrust of your fingers would push him over the edge. And the tender way you handled him made his heart skip a beat. Yet, Javi held off his orgasm, desperate to feel the way you fucked him with your fake cock.

“Amor… Please…” Javi pleaded breathily.

“I’ve got you, Javi,” you murmured softly as you took the tip of him into your mouth and swirled your tongue around as you buried your fingers in as deep as you could go. But, you also knew what he wanted, so after just a few moments, you broke away and carefully pulled your fingers out.

Javi blinked his eyes open as he watched you grab the lube once more. Feeling his eyes on you, you met his gaze and never broke away as you coated the toy generously, making a show of stroking the dildo.

“You look so fucking hot like that, corazon,” Javi moaned as you tossed the bottle aside again, “Now, please… Please fuck me.”

“Javi…” you breathed as you lined the toy up and slowly pushed in.

The cry he let out echoed in the room as you pushed the toy into him inch by delicious inch. And though you had no other stimulation other than the base of it against the mound of your pelvis, the harness just barely tickling your clit, you felt as if you could feel everything. The way he moaned in pleasure sent a wave of arousal to your core, and you couldn’t help but groan softly as the toy disappeared inside your lover.

Javi moaned your name as you completely sheathed the dildo inside of him and leaned over so that you laid on top of him. You pleased a line of kisses along his skin wherever you could reach as you gave him a moment to adjust to the girth of the toy. Between your bodies, you felt Javi’s cock strain with need, and as he said your name again in a desperate plea, you knew he was ready.

Pushing yourself upright, you made yourself comfortable before you rocked your hips back, pulling the toy out halfway before you slammed back into him. Javi moaned loudly as he arched his back as you repeated the action.

“Fuck!” he screamed as you picked up your pace and wrapped your hand around his cock.

He wanted nothing more than to watch you, but every time Javi opened his eyes, a fresh wave of pleasure pulled through him with every movement of your hips and he couldn’t keep them open for long. Instead, he just let you take care of him, trusting his body, and his heart, to you completely.

“Amor… I…”

“I know baby,” you cooed as you felt his cock twitch in your hand, “Fuck Javi you look so beautiful like this.” You had no idea where that came from, but the praise spilled from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “You’re taking me so well, amor,” your tone dropped as you picked up your pace, slamming your hips against his, “Now let me see you cum, Javi…”

The groan Javi let out came from deep in his soul and he reached out for you before he came hard with your name on his lips. His hands dug into your flesh as his seed spilled between your bodies in a powerful climax. Javi’s body felt like it was on fire from how hot he burned, but he didn’t care. He would burn his entire complex, the whole country, the whole world, down for you. Especially when you fucked him like that.

When Javi let out a soft whimper and his cock strained in your hand, you knew he had enough. Just as slowly as you entered him, you slowed your pace until you carefully slid the dildo out of him. Javi whined softly as you did so, but you quickly chucked the harness off and tossed it onto the bed so you could lay next to him. Without even opening his eyes, Javi felt your body next to his and he immediately took you into his arms as he kissed you all over.

“Fuck, corazon… That was fucking incredible!”

When Javi finally opened his eyes, he saw the look of pure adoration on his face… and he also noticed that you still had his cum all over your hands. Without a word and with a smirk on your face, you slowly brought your hand up to your lips and made a spectacle of licking your fingers clean of his release.

Javi growled as the fire ignited behind his eyes again, “You are trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you amor?”

“Never, Javi,” you replied back with a grin. Once your hand was clean, you leaned forward and kissed him deeply. You swallowed the groan Javi let out as he tasted himself on your tongue, and it drove him wild. When you broke away, you laid comfortably against him, the two of you tangled up together in a pile of limbs and love. “Are you alright?” you asked as you stocked his chest lazily.

“Never fucking better, amor.”

You heard the smile in his tone.

“Gracias, amor,” he added in a hushed tone as he kissed your head.

You grinned against his skin as you savored the feeling of being in his arms once more and listened to his heart pound in his chest, “So,” you broke the silence, “You still have the energy to eat me out again?” you asked with a playful testing tone in your voice.

Javi laughed, “You did wear me out, corazon,” he admitted as he gave you a squeeze, “But give me a little time… I’ll get you back,” he added with another kiss to your temple.

“Looking forward to it, mi amor,” you joined his laughter, “Looking forward to it.”

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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2 a.m. thot: Javi G - Day 1

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader Words: 1,140 Warnings: SMUT but make it soft - unprotected sex, woman on top, Javi loves encouraging you during sex ;) Summary: You wake up at 2 a.m. and try to find a way to yourself back to sleep. Javi comes to the rescue.

A/N: So I've done a 2 a.m. thots series with Frankie, and I felt like doing one for Javi G. Here it is! I am not using a tag list for this because I'm not sure who is even reading my stuff anymore. [javi g masterlist]

You rolled over and looked at the clock.

2 am.

“Dammit,” you whispered, trying your best not to wake Javi, who slept soundly beside you. He never had trouble falling asleep, and you envied him that.

You sat up and stretched before standing and making your way downstairs. Maybe watching some television would help get you to sleep.

You flipped through channels without an aim, trying to find something to fill your mind. It was pointless. You turned the TV on and then laid down, burying your face in one of the throw pillows on the sofa. It was blue—your favorite color. Javi had redesigned the entire room when he found out.

You lifted your head to find Javi standing there. You yelped and sat up quickly.

“Jesus Javi,” you gasped.

“You weren’t in bed. I was worried,” he said innocently.

“I can’t seem to stay asleep,” you told him with a shrug. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I don’t mind if you do.” He sat beside you and then held his arms out to you. You crawled into his lap and put your head on his shoulder.

“Mmm, I love when you hold me,” you sighed.

“I will hold you forever if you need me to.” He kissed your forehead, and you smiled up at him. His gaze fell to your lips, and you traced his with a finger. Before long, he was kissing you. You ran your fingers through his hair with one hand. He pulled away with a smile.

“You are supposed to find ways to fall asleep, my love.”

“You kissed me, Javi,” you giggled.

“I know. You are irresistible even at 2 a.m.” He moved close again and brushed his nose against yours. You bit your lip and gave him a playful smile. “Uh oh…” Javi said.

“What?” you asked innocently as you played with his hair.

“I know that look.”

“Yeah? What does it mean?” You sat up straight in his lap.

“It means…you want something,” he responded. “I just don’t know what.”

“You,” you told him quickly. “I want you.”

“You already have me,” he said sweetly, innocently.

“You know what I mean.” You looked at him until the realization sank in.

“Oh…” He smirked. “Right here?”

“Is that okay with you?” You traced his jawline.

“My darling, I would make love to you anywhere and everywhere…” He kissed you gently, and you sighed into it. “Are you wearing anything under…” He slipped his hand under the nightgown you wore. His eyebrows nearly touched his hairline.

“No,” you simpered. He kept his hand between your legs, watching as he pressed his fingers against your core. You gasped and spread your legs a little. He loved watching the faces you made as he pleasured you, so his eyes stayed on you.

“How does it feel?” he asked quietly.

“So good, Javi,” you whined, grinding in his lap. He grunted, and you could feel him harden in his boxer briefs, the only thing he wore to bed unless he chose to sleep naked.

He took his hand between your legs and sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes to your taste.

“Do I taste good?” you asked.

“Always. Like the most succulent fruit.”

You looked away shyly, but he turned your head, so you were looking at him again. You smiled, and he smiled back.

“What?” he asked. You leaned in so that you were closer to his ear.

“I want to ride you,” you whispered, and he trembled. You kissed his neck as you pulled away to stand up.

“Show me,” Javi said, watching you intently. You pulled your nightgown off, and Javi bit his lip.

“Your turn.” You watched as he lifted his hips, pulled his boxer briefs down, and then kicked them off. “Come here.”

You giggled as you straddled him. You kissed him as you grabbed his cock to lower yourself onto him. He threw his head back as you slowly inched yourself down. The stretch was always so good.

“Fuck, Javi…” you gasped as you fully seated yourself on him. “Hold me,” you told him. He wrapped his arms around you and looked up as you started riding him slowly.

“Yes, my love, just like that.” He rubbed your back, pumping up into you. He kissed and nipped at your breasts.

Here it was, 2 am, and you were riding your boyfriend on a sofa as if you both hadn’t just rolled out of bed.

Javi hadn’t taken his eyes off you even as he slipped one hand between your legs to play with you.

“I want you to come,” he said breathlessly. You coming was his favorite sound, especially when you said his name.

You rode him faster as he played with you. “Fuck, I love you so much, Javi,” you whimpered.

“I love you too, my angel. Come for me.”

You cried out for him as you clawed at his back and swirled your hips on him even faster.

“Yes,” he hissed as your walls clenched around him. He knew you were coming, and he knew it was for him. It was always for him. “Ah, my beautiful angel…”

“Javi…” you cried, slowing to nearly a stop, but Javi was still thrusting into you, so your body bounced with each one.

“Here it comes, my love.” His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he pumped fast and hard until he moaned loudly and stilled, his hips moving of their own accord as his cock throbbed inside you.

You both stayed silent—the only sound in the room was the huffing and puffing of you two trying to catch your breath.

Javi finally sat back, pulling you along with him. “I was not expecting to get out of bed at 2 am to do that.”

“Neither was I,” you laughed. “Do you think I planned this?”

“I would not put it past you,” he teased, and you nipped at his neck, making him hiss.

“I think I’ll be able to sleep now,” you said before yawning.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped.” He chuckled as he rubbed your back. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

“Can I just sleep here?” you groaned.

“Like this? In my lap with me inside you?” he asked, and you clenched around him at that. “Be careful, or I might not let you sleep.”

“Hm?” You were already falling asleep.

Javi chuckled again. “Let’s get you in bed.”

You got to your feet reluctantly and bent to pick up your nightgown. Javi slipped his boxer briefs back on and then took your hand.

“I think we both deserve some rest, hm?”

You took his hand. “Yeah.”

He kissed your hand and then led you back to the bedroom. He made sure not to fall asleep until he knew you were sleeping.

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requestomaestro · 1 year

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Pedro Pascal's characters opening Christmas presents

Din Djarin

has low expectations when it comes to opening gifts because everybody usually buys him something that is actually meant for Grogu

or it’s a gift for him to help him raise Grogu (like a baby wrap)

so when he gets a small but thoughtful present that isn’t meant to actually be for the child he's so shocked that he doesn’t know what to do

will have to help Grogu unpack his gifts but goes back to admiring his present whenever the kid is occupied with new toys

however, these moments don’t last long because Grogu thinks that wrapping papers in different colors have different tastes and needs to try all of them

Francisco Morales

always says that he doesn’t need anything and you don’t have to buy him a present

you do it anyway cause Frankie absolutely deserves it

too busy and overwhelmed looking at his kid opening gifts and playing with wrapping paper he doesn’t notice that something is waiting for him under the Christmas tree

slowly unwraps the paper instead of ripping it apart just like his kid does

he’ll thank you but won’t say much more after opening his present

later, when everybody is getting ready to go into the snow he’ll embrace you in a hug that shows how much he’s grateful for the present but most importantly you

has low expectations when it comes to opening gifts because everybody usually buys him something that is actually meant for Grogu

or it’s a gift for him to help him raise Grogu (like a baby wrap)

so when he gets a small but thoughtful present that isn’t meant to actually be for the child he's so shocked that he doesn’t know what to do

will have to help Grogu unpack his gifts but goes back to admiring his present whenever the kid is occupied with new toys

however, these moments don’t last long because Grogu thinks that wrapping papers in different colors have different tastes and needs to try all of them

Javier Peńa

says that he wants whisky. Just it. A bottle of a fine, old whisky

when you refuse to support his drinking habits and buy him another bottle, deep inside he feels cared for but won’t admit it at loud

sends you off with "Whatever you say sweetheart” and no other idea for a present

after that, he thinks you won’t buy him anything so he’s surprised when there’s a present waiting for him under the Christmas tree

you decide to buy him a mustache styling kit and he’s impressed by the thoughtful idea

will absolutely use it and if he likes it he’ll buy another one when the one you got him runs out

Maxwell Lord

you have to buy this men-child as many gifts as possible

if the biggest box under the tree isn’t for him, Christmas is over

rips paper like a child

appreciates expensive gifts but usually, his favorites are small, funny ones

silly socks are his favorite, you make sure to buy him a new pair every year, it’s become a tradition

sweets are always welcome (will eat all of them the same day)

Javi Gutierez

he’s more of a giver rather than a receiver

loves handmade gifts and feels uncomfortable when you buy him something expensive

every year you get him something with Nicolas Cage (that sequin pillow with Nic’s face was one of your gifts for him)

likes gifts but the best present for him is spending some time with you. Just sitting on a couch, relaxing with some mulled wine and watching "Family Man" for the 500 times

Pero Tovar

hates buying gifts so every year he tells you to not buy him anything so he doesn't have to buy you something

you don’t listen

he accidentally finds his present a day before Christmas so he has to run to the mall and buy you something which makes him even more furious

opening gifts don't make him either happy or joyful but the Christmas food does!

will quickly open gifts and say thank you then go back to eating

Dieter Bravo

similar to Maxwell, he’s like a child

buying him a present is easy but hiding it from him is quite the opposite

no matter how much you try to hide them from him he always finds them

will throw the entire house upside down to find his gifts

one year you hid the presents at your parents' place, and he managed to corrupt them into finding AND OPENING the gifts meant for him

when it comes to opening presents on Christmas morning he’ll accept everything with the biggest smile even if he already knows what it is

Oberyn Martell

a perfect gift for him is some nice lingerie for you

so you buy yourself a set, put it on under your pajamas, and place a tasteful photo into the envelope

when opening a present he doesn't say much, saves energy for later when he can get his hands on you

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ironmandeficiency · 2 years

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pedro boys + at the movies

characters included: javi p, javi g, frankie, din, max, maxwell, marcus m, marcus p, joel, dieter, jack, pero, ezra, oberyn, dave

word count: eh

a/n: my brain works in strange ways so here’s this thing, enjoy

sneaks food and candy into the theater because they refuse to pay that much for snacks

javi p

dave

joel

din

frankie

marcus p

somehow sneaks an entire rotisserie chicken inside without getting caught

ezra

pero

jack (if he’s a little drunk before going)

spends an exorbitant amount on snacks and has trouble carrying everything

oberyn

javi g

marcus m

dieter

maxwell

throws dry food (ie popcorn) at people sitting in front of them

max

dave

oberyn

jack

ezra

will obnoxiously shush people if they’re being too loud

maxwell

dave

joel

max p

pero

frankie

is the one being too loud

dieter

ezra

oberyn

javi g

shushes the original shusher and gets into a shush-off that’s broken up by a third party

javi p

marcus m

marcus p

din

jack

watching a kid’s movie solely because they brought their kid(s) to see it, does not particularly enjoy film

din

joel

maxwell

dave

genuinely enjoys the kid’s movie they brought their kid to

marcus m

oberyn

ezra

frankie

does not pay attention to nor care about the motion picture association’s rating system and it shows (affectionate)

marcus p

marcus m

frankie

din

javi g

does not pay attention to nor care about the motion picture association’s rating system and it shows (derogatory)

javi p

joel

ezra

max

dave

maxwell

jack

oberyn

dieter

will fight to the death with a stranger over the armrest

dieter

ezra

jack

pero

oberyn

genuinely does not care about the armrest

frankie

marcus p

marcus m

din

javi g

maxwell

will fight a stranger for the armrest based solely on principle (read: spite) even they don’t really want the armrest

javi p

joel

max

dave

enjoys a little extra butter on their popcorn

din

marcus p

javi g

oberyn

all but waterboards their popcorn with butter

javi p

jack

marcus m

frankie

pero

ezra

their popcorn is drier than the sahara

maxwell

dave

eats caramel popcorn in the theater like a heathen

dieter

talks shit about the actors they don’t like during the movie

dieter

javi p

pero

max

oberyn

puts their feet on the back of someone else’s chair

max

dieter

oberyn

jack

maxwell

ezra

pero

will only put their feet on the back of empty chairs

frankie

joel

marcus p

marcus m

javi p

will keep their feet where they’re supposed to be thank you very much

joel

din

dave

javi g

will applaud if they liked the movie enough, much to the chagrin of everyone else there

jack

marcus m

javi g

frankie

oberyn

ezra

marcus p

inwardly seethes at anyone applauding no matter how much they enjoyed the movie

dave

pero

max

din

dieter

joel

javi p

maxwell

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daddy-dins-girl · 2 months

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Pedro Boys tasked with buying your period products.

Someone sent an ask about Pedro boys dealing with their girl on their period... Not sure if this is what you had in mind but I hope you enjoy it regardless :)

Also, this is just for silly fun, don't @ me too harshly in the comments please if you don't agree with some of these, but DEFINITELY feel free to tell me where and why your opinion might differ on some of these choices, I'd love to hear it.

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Headcanons under the cut.

Din/Tim/Dave/Ortega/Clint/Max L - Din is mostly just too shy/embarrassed to ask for help, the rest of these guys are too stubborn, too busy and/or aren't terribly comfortable standing around in this aisle any longer than they have to be.

Ezra/Jack - They're just genuinely confused as to why there are so many varieties. Maybe you WILL be playing tennis tomorrow like this girl in the picture on the box, how tf are they supposed to know? Jack's also a bit of a himbo but it's okay, he's pretty.

Marcus M/Oberyn/Frankie/Marcus P/Joel/Javi P - Some of these boys are 'girl dads' and just know the drill by now. Some are just great husbands (or husband material) who pay attention and some, well... some of these boys just know your p*ssy better than you do and that's all there is to it.

Javi G/Eddie/Zach W - They're sweet, and they're trying. They just wanna be good boyfriends. God bless these boys.

Dieter/Pero/Max P/Lucien - Dieter thought it was an honest question. The rest of these guys are just complete menaces (and honestly, we love them for it).

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allmahfeels · 6 months

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Pedro Boys Watching GBBO

Just some headcanons of the Pedro Boys watching Great British Bake Off with you! Not explicit, just verry fluffy.

Marcus Pike

Absolutely loves the show, it's his favorite time of week! Marcus looks forward to watching Bake Off with you, curled on the couch, more often than not with a sweet treat (that if he had time to) is made by him or from your favorite bakery.

He gets emotionally attached to all of the contestants and gets teary at the end of every episode. He also likes to keep up with former contestants on social media (“Honey, did you see Manon from season 9 is having another baby? So happy for her!). And of course his idea (and yours) of a perfect Sunday is trying to recreate some of the desserts from the show.

Joel Miller

At first he wasn’t really interested. But then one rainy day you decided to marathon a past season, and Joel would occasionally stop what he was doing to comment here and there but ultimately go back to his chores around the house. Eventually, he stops to sit next to you on the couch, his interest piqued at the Showstopper Challenge, “How on earth is he gonna build a structure that tall? Honey, are you sure it’s just cake in there?” Before you know it he’s joining you every week when the new season starts, “Baby look, she’s getting the Hollywood handshake! She deserves it, no way in hell I coulda got a spiral in my Swiss Roll like that, that’s for damn sure!”

Dieter Bravo

It’s his favorite show. He likes to watch it in bed, with you on his lap, high as a kite. The music and soft colors calm him in a way not much else can. He does tend to get emotional if a baker’s dessert doesn’t end up how they wanted, but then you just take a break and fool around until he’s feeling better.

Frankie Morales

Just like Joel, he doesn’t set out to watch it at first but gradually gets sucked in because of the craftsmanship element. Before long he’s reminding YOU when it’s on, “Baby we can’t go out tonight, new Bake Off, remember? It’s biscuit week!” One day Santi comes over to borrow a tool and when he sees what Frankie’s watching he laughs but Frankie just shakes his head and dares him to watch an episode and not get hooked. It took exactly ten minutes before Santi was yelling at the TV: “I’ve never heard of a sfogliatelle in my life but even I know that turned out bad!” Soon the rest of the boys find out and while just like Santi they laugh at first, Frankie challenges them to watch one episode and get back to him. Needless to say your living room is a little more crowded when the next new episode is on.

Javi G

Javi loves it because YOU love it. And that’s why for your birthday he flew in Paul and Prue to have dinner with you both.

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tommysversion · 1 year

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You mentioned Javi G? rattles change jar spare headcanons ma’am?

You bet I did, anon. Chances are these might be OOC, don’t fight me over it (please).

NSFW below the cut (including a gif, but not THE gif).

Javi is generous; he might be rich and he might not be the brightest spark, but he’s not cruel or unkind.

As such you’re spoiled, all the time. To the point that you actually have to tell him to stop spending so much money on you, even though you know it’s a love language for him.

Chances are that’s how your relationship started; he’s rich, you’re young and cute, you had an ‘arrangement’.

Predictably that arrangement turned into genuine feeling.

He loves going down on you. Loves it. Could literally deal with never fucking you properly ever again as long as he could still eat you out.

Loves spending money on scandalously expensive lingerie and dresses for you, just because he loves seeing you all dressed up for him.

Expect a LOT of sex outside, by the pool, on a blanket on the grass, wherever.

Loves to sit you on his lap and slide his fingers inside you. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, whether you’re meant to be paying attention to something or watching a movie or show, it’s almost absentminded the way he does it.

Just, pushes your skirt up or slides his hand down your pants, brushing his fingers against you.

Teases the hell out of you for always being so wet for him.

Soft kisses to your neck as his fingers work their magic, pretending he’s focused on whatever’s happening on screen but really he’s focused entirely on you.

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creedslove · 9 months

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BESTIE CAN U PLEASE DO A IMAGINE-READER AND JAVI G HAVE A BABY???

Javier Gutierrez x f!reader

A/N: omg yes bestie!!!

• our sweet Javi G is a baby himself so imagine having a baby with him?

• I feel it wouldn't be something planned, but rather like birth control failing or something

• so you and him would be together for quite a while and he had never been so in love in his life before, and omg don't you know about it? How much that man spoils you, makes you feel good and buys you anything your heart could ever wish for

• he just can't hold back his love and passion, he is fully dedicated to you, he writes poems about you, his movie scripts all have you as an inspiration so he panics when he sees you are feeling sick

• you had always been very strong, not even when he took you on boat rides with him you felt nauseous but now? every single day you feel sick... Javi is worried

• he asks you if you're alright and you assured things are fine, even if you aren't convinced yourself yet, just as your nausea began, you remembered your period was supposed to come but it didn't

• so you pretty much connected the dots by yourself and decided to sneak out of home to buy a test

• you knew that Javi could have just sent someone else to do it or called a doctor, but you wanted to do it on your own so you could be sure, because if it were just a scare you wouldn't bother him with it at all

• so when the result came back positive, you found yourself in a turmoil of feelings, too many things happening all at once and you were feeling anxious by minute, but Javi deserved to know the truth

• so when you told him, you thought he would probably pass out

• he just went silent, shocked and looking at you nonstop, until it finally hit him that you were waiting for an answer

• so Javi smiled and wrapped his arms around you, he was very happy to welcome a baby Gutierrez into his life

• and you can expect that man splurging on you the entire time, he would only want to buy the best and most expensive for you and your baby

• omg the baby room would look like a small palace because he would want only the best

• you would have the best clothes, best food, best doctor treatment, anything you ever dreamed of, Javi would make it happen

• when the baby is born, Javi passes out this time, it's just too much emotion for him, he's too happy, too proud of you and your baby, he cries when he holds the baby for the first time

• and from that moment on, Javi Gutierrez is a new man, cinema and parties come in second for him, because the first place will always be taken by you and the beautiful baby you two had together ❤️

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Headcanon: How will they react if you tell them about CDD? (Pedro Pascal characters) 👰💔😱🤕

I accidentally found a website about CDD (Christian Domestic Discipline) and I read a few fragments of articles by a certain moron. And I don't know what scared me more. Lack of basic respect and love for wife. Spanking is a form of punishment to correct the wife's behavior. Or the fact that the wife is always supposed to be willing and obey commands like "kneel" and willingly take his cock in her mouth... 🤢 🤮 I just felt sick (like someone punched me in the stomach) and I needed some therapy, so I went to my "Pedro's boys' comfort zone".

Joel Miller:

Joel is shaking with anger. He clenches his jaw and fists. It's not just about you, but also about Sarah. His blood boils at the thought that his beloved daughter's future husband could be such an idiot as this Christians perverts. Joel feels like breaking something. He'd break that dick's hands if he even tried to touch his daughter.

Then he looks at you in shock and asks, almost pleadingly, "Tell me you don't believe this nonsense? That you would never want me to treat you this way... I'm your husband, not some fucking medieval pastor!"

So of course you assure him that you would never want that. You like the fact that Joel is sometimes dominant, that he is decisive, but... At the same time, you know that you can do what you want. Joel would never take away your right to be yourself.

Joel confirms all this. You are his Princess. He knows he's grumpy sometimes. He doesn't like it when you do something he thinks is unwise, but he would never dare punish you for it.

He has great respect for you. You are the woman who takes care of him, the house, and the children. And if you feel like having a little fun sometimes... If you don't make him dinner, or you oppose him, Joel will accept it with humility. He will wait it out because he knows that in the end, you will always be a married couple full of love and mutual respect.

Javier Peña:

Javier thinks you're joking at first. You must be joking, right? These are some erotic fantasies, not the truth...

When he realizes that some men actually see their wives this way, he is disgusted.

He always respected women, even those he paid for sex. He wouldn't force any of them to do anything.

Would he be able to force you, his beloved wife, to do anything?

He knows perfectly well that he is not a saint. He has many "sins" on his conscience. How the hell would he be the one to correct your behavior? Who would give him the right to do that?

He sees spanking only as a form of short play during sex (with mutual consent).

But as a punishment? Hell no!

He would never stand up to you. He treats you as an equal... In fact, he even thinks that he is the second in the marriage. He often thinks that he doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve your patience and care.

And if you get angry at him if you oppose him... You're probably right.

To him, these "Christians" treat their wives like slaves. He is disgusted by them.

And as for kneeling... He's the one who will kneel in front of you and make you scream with pleasure with his mouth.

Marcus Pike:

Marcus gets angry and raises his voice saying, "What fucking nonsense?! How can these morons treat their wives like this?! Don't they even have one brain cell?!"

You're really surprised by his outburst of anger, which obviously isn't directed at you, but it's still surprising that your sweet and calm husband could get so angry.

But that's because for Marcus, marriage is sacred, but not in a religious way... You are his wife, the woman who fixed his broken heart.

You gave yourself completely to him, not because he forced you to do it... He would rather shoot himself in the head than force any woman to do anything.

You gave yourself to him because you wanted it because you found him worthy.

That's why Marcus is ready to kiss the ground you walk on.

You are his calm, warm, and safe place. Your kisses calm him down.

So Marcus can't imagine himself raising a hand against you. Punish you? Treat you like a child or someone less than him? He can't imagine how he could take away your right to decide about yourself.

He's seen a lot of horrible things in his job, but this... It's really high on his list of disgusting things.

He can't stop thinking about these men calling themselves Christians...

Only your light kisses on his face calm him down. He also kisses you sweetly, assuring you that he will never be such a husband because you are wonderful to him. You are his soulmate.

But Marcus doesn't have to tell you that, you already know it.

Agent Whiskey:

When you tell him you found some nonsense on the Internet, Whiskey expects some funny nonsense. You always find them and you always laugh together.

He didn't expect that this "nonsense" would turn out to be some fucking bullshit that made him feel sick.

He feels disgusted, irritated, and angry at these men who call themselves Christians and do something that, in his opinion, has nothing to do with Christian love.

Sure, he likes to spank you, he likes to mark your ass. He's a territorial guy, but... For God's sake, you're his Sugar, his wonderful wife. He never spanks you without your explicit permission, and of course, he doesn't do it to punish you. He doesn't treat you like his property.

Jack loves you like he thinks any decent man should love his wife. You are his queen. He will never force you to do anything. In fact, your simple "no" would be enough to immediately remind him where the boundaries are.

He wants your marriage to be full of love, comfort, mutual understanding, and trust. He hugs you protectively and says:

"I never want to treat you like this and take advantage of you. I want us to be equals, lovers, best friends, and partners. But these men practicing Christian domestic discipline do not love their wives, they want control and domination over their wives. And the Bible quotes they use are probably taken out of context just to justify their own pathetic actions.”

Then he showers you with kisses and spoils you even more than usual throughout the day. This is the only way he can get rid of the thought that men who don't know manners have the nerve to walk around the ground his Sugar walks on.

Javi G:

If you want to give Javi a mental breakdown, then go ahead... But in general, yes, you will cause him to have a mental breakdown if you tell him about it. (So think carefully about it.)

The poor puppy will take a year to recover.

At first, Javi won't understand at all what you're telling him. "Is this a script from some crazy movie? Really distasteful."

When he realizes it's true, he still won't understand it.

Obedience? Duties? Humility?

Since you became his wife, Javi's only goal is to make you enjoy life, not fulfill some marital obligations.

You, according to him, have no obligations. Unless you consider laughing as an obligation. Because that's all Javi wants: to hear you laugh.

And raise a hand to you?! Javi wouldn't even do that in erotic play. He just can't. Just the thought of him intentionally hurting you brings tears to his eyes.

Once he accidentally hit you with the door when, as usual, he was leaving the room too vigorously and you were just about to go inside. Nothing serious happened to you. He punched you in the shoulder.

When he saw your red skin, he panicked. He kissed your shoulder and apologized over and over again. He felt like a husband abusing his wife. He even begged you not to divorce him.

It was downright funny for you. How could you divorce him for such a reason?

You calmly assured him that you were fine. But he still insisted on calling a doctor, who, of course, said there was nothing wrong with you and recommended applying a cold compress.

Javi, of course, obediently followed the doctor's orders.

And in the evening he would cuddle you on the couch while watching "Paddington 2" with you. But for the first time, while he watching this movie, he wasn't paying attention to the screen. Instead, he would glance at you, at your shoulder, and every now and then he would place a sweet, gentle kiss on your shoulder.

Oberyn:

Oberyn is shocked and disgusted when you tell him about the existence of a new sect in Westeros that practices domestic discipline.

Dorne is a land of great respect for women. In Dorne, from the very beginning, the oldest child sits on the throne, regardless of gender. Subjects respect princesses as much as they respect princes. According to the Dornish people, the dick between the legs doesn't matter when it comes to ruling.

Dorne is also the land of love. Even children here rarely get spanked. Most of the time, their parents let them run happily in the Dornish sun and splash in the fountains.

That's why what you say is a shock to him.

Would he treat you, his wife, this way? You are his Queen.

Yes, he is the Prince of Dorne, head of House Martell, but he has nothing against your desire to rule or dominate. And he's not going to correct your behavior. That's not what he is for.

Besides, why would he waste his time on something so nonsensical when he can spend his time making love to you?

Oberyn believes that he is created to satisfy your desires. To carry you in his arms and be your shield and spear if necessary.

He doesn't have to force you to do anything either. He is persuasive enough for you to always agree with him. What if you didn't agree?

He will respect that. He is a man of honor and will tell you:

“This is what the love of my life deserves… Always being there for her, always supporting her, always protecting her… My love… I can't always be in charge… I'm glad you feel comfortable enough around me to express your thoughts out loud. Because we are not just husband and wife. We are also friends and equal partners united by love.”

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It’s Snuggle Time 🙈 | TGM Headcanon

How the boys of the Dagger squad would ask you to cuddle

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

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Bradley would be the guy who would make grabby hands at you while pouting, “Can we cuddle, baby? I’m in need of some snuggles with my boo.” And who were you to say no? Those puppy eyes of him always get you. It felt like a crime to deny Bradley of much needed affection.

He’s already be on the couch or bed, making the gesture as you’re walking over to him and open his arms wide when you get close enough to fall into them. You’ll lay on top of him, Bradley wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. A sigh of content leaves his mouth, “Much much better. Instant stress reliever.”

When it’s been a long day of training, flying, in the office, or whatever the hell the Navy tasks him with, Jake is always ready to come home and relax with you. After having dinner, he’d turn on a random movie or show and settle on the couch. He doesn’t even have to ask you to cuddle since you’re already moving close to his side, resting your head against his chest while his drapes around your shoulder.

Whenever you two have an argument and have just made up, however, Jake will softly be like, “Wanna cuddle?” It’s a desperate attempt to make sure you two don’t go to bed angry or just show he’s sorry for the argument. Usually you’ll have your back toward him while he curls into you, muttering apologizes and sweet kisses to your neck. Yeah, the anger is long gone by then.

Reuben is blunt when he wants to cuddle. Straight up he’ll be like, “bring that cute little ass over here,” basically hauling you into the bed or onto the couch where he’s sitting to hold you in his arms. In a heap of giggles, it takes a moment for y’all to get into a comfortable position. When you do there’s instant satisfaction at the warmth that radiates between the two of you.

Mornings usually start with you two cuddling. Just before either of you need to get up for work, Reuben curls into you or brings you to his side saying, “Let’s just cuddle for a few minutes. Then we’ll return to reality.” I mean……you can’t pass up that offer.

Oh sweet Bob. He’s the type who gets a little flustered and shy at asking you to cuddle. He’ll ask of course, but like Rooster he’ll make a motion and give you puppy eyes, “Can we cuddle for a bit?” So you light some candles, grab fluffy blankets, and climb on top of him. He’s instantly happy, showcasing this with that adorable smile of his.

Sometimes when he’s absolutely exhausted he won’t even ask. He’ll just come over to where you’re at, and like a cat he puts his face against your stomach with your legs tangling. A sound of delight leaves him as your fingers run though his hair, “need some snuggles, Bobby?” “If you don’t mind, darlin’.”

Mickey is not afraid to ask you to cuddle. It’s his favorite thing about his day besides pulling several G’s in a high speed F-18 while yelling coordinates to Payback. “Babe, can we cuddle?” “Of course, bubs.”

He’s also not afraid to be the little spoon. There are days that leave him tired, stressed, and anxious. New missions he’s dreading because it means he has to leave you alone for some time. Days were training was so bad it makes him shed a tear or two. Without hesitation you go behind Mickey and nuzzle into him, feeling his hand go to yours that’s wrapped around his waist. No words are said, just actions are enough to feel the love and appreciation you have for him.

If you’re on the couch by the time he gets home, Javy will throw his bag down, not even bother to change out of his uniform and ask, “Mind if I join you for some cuddle, baby?” “Don’t mind if you do.” Mans will literally sprawl on top of you. He’s fighting back sleep as he attempts to tell you about his day and listen to how yours was.

That’s how you guys usually go to bed. Javy relishes on physical touch from you and cuddling is how he feels close to you. So without asking he’ll open his arms while wiggling his eyebrows as you two set up for bed and grin in victory when you accept his embrace. Before you know it you two are fast asleep and waking up either in the same position or where he’s got his chest to your back.

………

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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the wedding [the grand tour au]

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Words: 3,541

Warnings: Mostly fluff in the first half. Then the wedding night comes, and SMUT ensues [unprotected sex, oral sex, kissing]

Summary: The day is finally here, and both you and Javi are on edge, but this is meant to be.

[Part 1 - The Proposal]

[The Grand Tour masterlist]

The day is here.

You are about to become Mrs. Javi Gutiérrez. As you sit in bed, you still can’t help but wonder why and how this happened to you. Girls like you didn’t catch the eye of millionaires.

“Stop,” you whisper to yourself. The self-doubt is getting to you again, but you try your best to push it far away. This is happening. You are marrying the man you love, the man that does not care where you come from or what you have. He loves you, and you love him—that’s what matters.

You take this small moment of reprieve to prepare for future fracas. You are completely capable of dressing yourself, and since you didn’t wear makeup, you didn’t need anyone to do that for you, either. But you know this day will be bustling anyway with barely any time for privacy.

There’s a knock on the door. “Breakfast, ma’am.”

You wish they would stop calling you ma’am. “Come in,” you say, smiling brightly. “Good morning!”

“Good morning, ma’am. Mr. Gutiérrez insisted we give you many options.” More people come in, carrying trays or pushing carts. “He says this way, you cannot be too picky.”

Javi knows how you have a hard time eating when you are nervous, but he wasn’t going to let you use that as an excuse today.

“Thank you…everyone,” you say, smiling at each of them. They all nod before filing back out of the room. You take a deep breath, and it smells so good. You roll out of bed, using your nose to find the…

“Bacon!” you exclaim as you lift the top of one of the trays. “Ha!” You take a piece just as your phone rings. “Hello!”

“Good morning, my bride,” Javi says on the other end. You can hear the smile in his tone.

“Good morning, my love.” You pace the room as you talk.

“Did you get breakfast?” he asks, looking at the ten trays.

“That’s an understatement,” you joke.

“I wanted to give you many choices so you cannot make excuses. And not just bacon either!” he scolds, and you look down at the half-eaten piece of bacon in your hand.

“Hmm…fine.” You pout before quietly biting into the bacon.

“Stop pouting,” Javi says, and you giggle.

“What will you do if I don’t?” you ask playfully.

His voice gets lower, adding a sultry intonation. “Do I have to sneak over there to show you?”

“Can you?” you wonder. You hear movement then he speaks.

“There’s no sneaking out of here today,” he tells you. “I feel like hundreds of people surround my bedroom.

“Mine must be the same.”

You both are quiet for a time.

“We’re getting married, my love,” he says with a small, excited laugh. “Married.”

“Married,” you repeat, holding back tears.

“I cannot wait to see you later. This is the best day of my life.” His words are so sincere, and you remind yourself of how lucky you are to have someone to love you with all his heart.

“I’m the luckiest girl alive,” you tell him.

“I cannot wait to kiss you,” he sighs.

“Soon, Javi. I love you,” you sigh.

“I love you too. I’m going to get ready,” he says.

“Me too. I hope you like the dress.” You look over at the sleek white dress hanging up.

“I know I will. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye for now,” he says with a hint of longing.

You hang up and walk over to the large window to pull open the curtains. The sun bathes you in light, and you smile at the warmth. You should have known that the weather would be perfect. Everything seems to fall into place with Javi.

You can hear all the hustle and bustle outside your room as you step out of the shower. You imagine people carrying flowers and anything else that had to be kept inside until the wedding day.

There is a knock on your door, and you sigh. Though you told Javi that you could dress yourself, he insisted that you have at least one person to help. You walk over to the door and open it to a beaming smile.

“Are we ready?” she asks excitedly, shuffling into the room.

“Yes,” you say quietly.

After what seemed like hours, you are ready. You look at yourself in the mirror, in the flowing, billowy white dress, and you think. You are happy, and this is what you want, but is it what Javi wants?

Over in his rooms, Javi was thinking the same about you. Your first meeting wasn’t what he would call ideal, though the sex was excellent, but he can’t help but think that meeting you that way messed up the way you feel about him.

He looks at himself and sighs. He has taken you away from your family and friends in America. Is he selfish for that? Do you think he’s greedy for that?

You take a deep breath and step out of the room, the small train of your dress brushing the floor lightly. Everyone turns to look at you, and they all smile. You smile back, blinking away tears.

“Mr. Gutiérrez has sent a surprise for you.” You turn your head to a door creaking open, and out walks your family and friends. You don’t stop your tears this time. You let them flow. You don’t have makeup on anyway.

“What are you all doing here?” you ask tearfully.

“Javi invited us! We wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Your family and friends encircle you, and all hug you tightly. It is such a wonderful feeling.

As you make your way downstairs, after everyone has been escorted off to their seats, you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes as the door opens. It wasn’t a long path to the spot you picked on the beach, but you knew this walk would feel like forever.

Someone taps you lightly, making you open your eyes. A small bouquet of blue flowers is placed in your hands.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You take one last deep breath and square your shoulders. “Let’s do this.”

Javi waits at the end of the aisle with the officiant, smiling at him nervously. He fiddles with the buttons of his waistcoat, checks to ensure he still has the ring, clears his throat, and checks his hair.

Then, he hears a murmur throughout the audience. “She’s coming,” someone says quietly, and all heads turn. Javi stills his hands by holding them in front of him. They are clammy, and he hopes you won’t judge him for that.

You round the corner, and your eyes immediately find Javi. Even when everyone stands, your eyes stay on him. As you walk, you notice Javi crying, his tears shining in the sunlight. He puts a hand over his heart and shakes his head as if he can’t believe this is happening. Your eyes are full of tears as well, making it hard to see, but you don’t waver. The love of your life is right there, and you will find him no matter what.

You finally make it to him, and he smiles tearfully.

“You came,” he cries in a whisper.

You chuckle. “Of course I did.”

“I love you,” he says quickly.

“Love you more.” You can get the words out just in time before the officiant begins. You turn to smile at the man before looking at Javi again, and that’s when it hits you.

The man staring back at you with all that love in his eyes was yours. He is crazy about you and isn’t afraid to show it. Those tears trailing down his cheeks are full of love for you. That sweet, gentle smile is for you.

To have and to hold…

“I do!” you blurt, and everyone laughs. The officiant looks at you with a smile.

“We’re not quite there yet,” he says, letting out a little laugh.

“Sorry,” you whisper, and Javi squeezes your hands.

You take him by surprise every day. Seeing you walk down that aisle to him is something that is imprinted in his memories and his heart. The tearful smile you gave him as you approached told him everything he needed to know. The way you just shouted ‘I do’ was even more of a confirmation.

You are just as excited about marrying him as he is about you.

“I love you,” he mouths to you. Your face lights up, and you mouth it back.

You are radiant. It could be overcast outside, and you would still shine with your light. You are still some ethereal being to him—one that sees past what he has and loves him for him. You have no ulterior motives. This is true love.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” Javi slips the beautiful wedding band onto your finger with shaky, clammy hands. “S-sorry,” he says nervously. This time, you take his hands.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, and he smiles at you. You take a deep breath as you prepare to slip the ring on his finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.” You hear Javi’s breath hitch as you place the ring on his finger.

There is an exciting buzz in the air between you two. You both grin and chuckle because you know what’s coming. The officiant can barely get the words out.

“You may now kiss….” The rest of his words are drowned out by cheering and whistling as you and Javi kiss each other—taking each other’s breath away while also breathing life into one another.

You do not get much time alone together afterward. It is time for pictures and what feels like a full-on photoshoot for a local magazine that wants to write about one of Spain's most eligible (and richest) bachelors finally settling down.

There are hundreds of questions to answer and too many cameras and flashing lights. Javi senses immediately that you have had enough of it and gets security to usher all the press away.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes, but I think dancing might make me feel a lot better.”

He smiles and leads you up and off the beach to the beautifully decorated reception area. You both wait until everyone is in their seats and quiet.

You kiss him and press your forehead to his.

“How are you feeling, Mrs. Gutiérrez?” he asks, and you sigh happily.

“Like I’m in a fairy tale,” you tell him. “And you’re my prince charming.”

“You are my dream come true,” he says before you finally hear the emcee speaking.

As your names are announced, you squeeze each other’s hands, and everyone cheers as you walk in. You smile shyly as Javi steps away, applauds, and gestures to you as if all the cheering is for you.

“It is time for your first dance as husband and wife,” the emcee announces, and Javi wraps his arms around you, his hands on your lower back, as you put your arms around his shoulders.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod.

I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos begins to play, and Javi begins swaying with you as light applause scatters through the crowd. He gives you a gentle kiss, and you hear a few awwws.

You feel like you’re floating high above the earth with him. You hear, you feel nothing but him. It is just you two dancing among the stars.

Javi sings and hums along to the song quietly in your ear. You pull back, cup his face, and whisper, “I only have eyes for you….” He turns his head to kiss your palm.

Before long, the song ends, but you both are lost in each other’s eyes. The sounds of applause come back as loud as before, and you are pulled back to earth.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you,” Javi murmurs before pulling away and looking at the crowd with a smile.

The rest of the night is full of food, drinks, and dancing. Javi ensures he finds you for each one: fast, slow, and everything in between. You both end up in the middle of a circle of people clapping as you dance without a care. Your eyes constantly find his.

During one of the slower songs, Javi holds you close, and you melt into him.

“Are you getting tired, my dancing queen?”

“Mmhmm.” You nod and rest your head on his shoulder. “Is this all real?” you ask.

“It is, Mrs. Gutiérrez,” he says.

“I love when you call me that,” you tell him. “Mr. Gutiérrez…” You run your fingers through his curls, and his eyes close.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. Without a chance to respond, he makes his way through the guests dancing and drinking, and leads you to the beach.

“Javi! The guests!” you worry.

“They will be fine. I want to be alone with my wife for a moment.” He moves in close to you. “How are you feeling? Are you happy?” he asks.

“Javi, I am happier than I’ve ever been. This is everything and more. You are everything and more.”

His eyes shine with tears as he smiles at you. Then he looks up. “Look at the stars. I would pull them all down for you if I could.”

“You’ve already given me everything I could ask for.”

“Dance with me.” He holds his hand out to you.

“I’d love to you.” You take his hand, and he pulls you against him gently.

There is no music, just the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. A light, salty breeze blows around you both, embracing you.

“I think this is my favorite part of the day,” you say, and he chuckles.

“You may change your mind in a few hours,” he teases, and you squeeze his sides playfully, making him squirm.

“You’re naughty.” You tap his butt, and he laughs. “We should go see our guests off, hm?”

“I guess,” you groan.

“Hey, the faster we do that, the sooner we get to my hidden little villa where it’ll just be us…for weeks. We get to have each other…any way…any time…any place….” He hums in pleasure.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” you ask.

“Is it working?” he asks.

“Of course it is. Let’s go say goodbye to everyone.”

You two try your best to make it seem like you were not rushing anyone off, but you are. Your eyes constantly find Javi’s even as you hug and kiss people goodbye. When you finally get into his baby blue 1974 Jaguar E Type, you wave until you can no longer see the guests and then turn around. You smile over at Javi, and he smiles at you as he grabs your hand.

“Finally. You are all mine,” he says in a tone that makes you smirk.

At some point, you fall asleep, a bit worn out from the day. Javi looks at you now and then and wonders how you manage to look so beautiful even while sleeping.

He rounds the bend to his villa and then parks. He watches you sleep for a moment longer, then gently wakes you up.

“We’re here, my love,” he says quietly.

“Hm?” You sit up and blink a few times.

“We’re here. Come on.” He gets out of the car first, then makes his way to your side to open the door. He takes your hand and leads you to the house.

“I don’t think anyone will find us here.” You look up at the house and then at the trees surrounding it.

“That’s the point.” He opens the door and lets you step inside first. He follows closely, closing and locking the door behind you.

“Well, Mr. Gutiérrez…” You turn to him.

“Yes, Mrs. Gutiérrez…”

“I might need a little help getting out of this dress.” You look at him innocently.

“I believe I can help you with that.” He gives you a ‘turn around’ gesture with his finger. Now that your back is to him, he approaches slowly until he’s so close you can feel his breath on the back of your neck. His hands are warm, all except for the coolness of his sterling silver wedding band.

He handles the zipper easily, and you let the dress fall to the floor, revealing your wedding night lingerie to him. He’s breathless, stepping back to get a good look at you. The bridal garter wrapped around your left thigh draws him in more than anything else.

You follow his gaze. “You are supposed to take it off of me.”

“Am I?” He looks up into your eyes again. “Upstairs,” he says in a husky tone.

He follows you up the stairs to the large bedroom and turns on the lights. You sit on the bed and watch him walk over to you, stripping off his suit jacket as he does. He tears away his bow tie and unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt before rolling up his sleeves. Dropping to his knees in front of you, he grabs your left leg, crawling his fingers up to the garter.

“Do I use my fingers or…”

“Whatever you like,” you say breathlessly. You gasp when he begins kissing up your inner thigh and then bites down on the garter, pulling it down slowly with his teeth.

You bite your lip when his eyes meet yours. “Come here,” you say quietly, pulling on the collar of his shirt until his lips meet yours, and you both fall back onto the bed.

“Make love to me, Javi. Please,” you beg, your fingers working at the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

“Of course…” He shrugs out of his shirt and pulls away from you, only to move lower between your legs. He makes quick work of your panties, leaving a trail of kisses along your thigh. You can hardly think straight when his mouth is on you, especially when it meets the apex of your thighs.

His tongue finds your slit, and instead of the greedy, devouring way he tends to taste you, he takes his time. His tongue spreads your lips, and he finds your clit, closing his eyes as he slowly seems to be French kissing it.

“God…yes, Javi!” You run your fingers through his hair then he grabs your hand, holding it as he tastes and savors you.

Your back arches off the bed as you come against his tongue, and tears spill from your eyes. He gives your pussy a few more kisses, then crawls up and kisses those lips. He notices your tears.

“My love, what is it?” he asks, concerned.

“I feel good. I’m happy,” you tell him with a smile.

“Yeah?” He slips his hand between your bodies and lines himself up with you. He pushes into you slowly.

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“You are mine, Mrs. Gutiérrez,” he whispers against your lips.

“And you are mine.” You gasp as he begins to thrust slowly, pushing in deeply, then swirling his hips so you can feel him inside you.

“Oh my god!” You reach down and grab his ass, pulling him against you.

He buries his face against your neck and latches onto that sensitive spot, moaning against the skin. You know he will leave a mark, but you don’t care. You want in and on every part of you.

“I’m yours,” he groans in your ear. “Yours, yours, yours…” he says with each thrust.

He grabs one of your thighs and digs his fingers in. You can feel the coolness of his ring again against your heated, sweaty skin, and you swear you have never felt pleasure like it before.

You drag your hands up and down his back, and he feels the cool silver of your ring against his overheated skin, pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he grunts against your skin, pressing himself deep, leaving his seed deep inside you. He breathes heavily, carefully lowering his weight onto you so he can rest his head on your chest. You push his hair off his sweaty forehead and hold him close.

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips to kiss, repeatedly kissing the ring on your finger. You reciprocate by kissing his hand and his ring.

“I think this is the sexiest thing about you by far,” you say.

“Hm…I thought it was my curls,” he argues weakly.

“Well, the good thing is that I don’t have to choose. I get to see them every day. I get to see you every day…for the rest of my life.”

“For the rest of my life,” he repeats sleepily, followed by a yawn.

“Sleep, Javi,” you say quietly, then kiss the top of his head.

“You will be here in the morning?” he asks, his voice growing sleepier and weaker by the second.

“I will be here every morning,” you remind him.

“Hm,” he chuckles weakly. “Mrs. Gutiérrez…”

Before long, his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep in your arms.

“Yes,” you say, “I’m Mrs. Gutiérrez.”

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Okay but…pretty please share your Pedro boy sexuality hcs?? My toxic trait is headcanoning every character I love as enby tbh

GIDEON, YOU JUST MADE MY DAY. that is so god damn real of you, bless.

also as an lgbtqia person, i'm not perfect so if there's any language/terms that i use that are harmful/incorrect, please tell me!!

also these headcanons don't stop me from reading fics/headcanons that go against anything i state here. i'm always open to different thoughts/interpretations of these boys and always down for queer representation, no matter the form it comes in.

i am more than happy to share these headcanons with you!!! i'm gonna try and remember as many as i can:

obviously we've got the canon boys - dieter (i see him not giving two shits about pronouns and is happy to be referred to in any way) and oberyn being bi, and silva being gay. i love that he's played multiple canonically queer characters, and i never see people taking advantage of that?? ok not never, there are a few that acknowledge these three love men and i love those writers to death, thank u for your service lol

i'm gonna put all the bi/pan boys here:

marcus p (pan, prefers women/fem aligned people) frankie (bi, loves equally) javi g (pan, prefers men/male aligned people)(i could also see him questioning his gender a little? might start liking "they" once in a while) jack (bi, prefers women)(might be demiromantic given that he's still in love with his wife) nico (pan, loves equally and is a bit of a slut and we celebrate that here) max p (pan, loves equally, but probably said/did some things that were harmful in college to impress his bros. he was in a frat, wasn't he? was 100% closeted until being turned.)

ezra is nb/gnc and is pansexual. i see him using he/they pronouns. every time i see your icon i do a little happy dance lol

din is demisexual and really only has feelings for cobb

marcus m is straight and demisexual, really only loved his wife and is content to keep it that way

shane/dio is gay and is very closeted/overcompensates a lot

ok and we've got the ones i believe are straight, however:

joel is straight, but is completely comfortable with himself. has gone to a gay bar or two in his time and was very flattered when men would hit on him/buy him drinks. also, i could see him just like, not feeling anything sexual/romantic after tess. i do think he and tess were romantically involved; i don't think it was just sex/physical. it's really not something i see him caring about after her. so he's gotta be somewhere on the ace spectrum.

i'm kind of on the fence about javi p, because i could see him going one of two ways; he's either experimented and came to the conclusion that he's just more attracted to women than anyone else, or he's near violently straight. and that's either a combination of the time period he's in, or some other reason. but ultimately i think he's straight.

pero is straight, but like, probably in denial about himself. it gets lonely as a merc and when you're traveling with a bunch of men all the time? i could see him just like, not caring one way or the other. a hand/mouth on his dick is still a hand/mouth on his dick y'know what i mean? lmao

maxwell is straight, and is the only one i can see being a tad homophobic before either someone tells him hey, maybe that way of thinking is bad, hm? it's the 80s, it would make sense, but i can see him having a complete turn around and being a total ally. probably a little cringey, but he's got the spirit! lol

(juan diego)veracruz and omar are straight af and probably never questioned it.

dave is straight and loves carol only. i could also see him being one that experimented but decided he only loves women.

ok phew! i think that's all of them. if i think of any others i'll add them lol thank you again for asking!! i'm glad someone was just as interested in this topic as i am lmao

#we need more color in this fandom ok #ppcu #sp00kymulderr #asks

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