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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

UWOMT GIF sets Pt 1

Thank you to @speckledemerald @merz-8 and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for entertaining my bullshit in my WIPS

[laureliciousdefinition]

The Beach | Javi Gutierrez X reader

Summary: a reunion at the beach with Javi.

Rating: 18+!

Tags/warnings: smut, genitalia description, teasing, javi in that damn Speedo is a warning all of its own

A/N: this is a result of a very filthy conversation with @guess-my-next-obsession . Its silly and I’ve never written javi g before so be nice and just enjoy a lil filth on this fine Thursday!

Crossposted on ao3 <3

The waves crashing against themselves over and over combined with the warm blanket of sun was quickly putting you at ease after you settled into the plush seats of the cabana. It had been far too long since you’d had a chance to do this- especially not with Javi, since he’d been spending so much time in LA while you managed your own business affairs back in Mejorca. You were fine on your own, of course, but you never slept quite as well without his weight in the bed next to you. You peeked open one eye to your left to steal a glance at him, long, toned legs stretching out into the sun, only to find him looking at you with a grin.

You jumped slightly. “Jesus- why are you staring at me like that?” You pulled your sunglasses down to look at him fully.

His smile quickly changed to a concerned frown. “I did not mean to scare you, mi amor. Just like to look at you.”

At that you rolled your eyes with a smile, lacing your fingers together and settling back into the chair. “You’re silly.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy making him stare; you’d absolutely worn your skimpiest swimsuit to the private beach on purpose. It was nothing too fancy, just a simple black two piece, but the fabric was… sparse, so to speak. Your nipples were covered just enough to make you feel comfortable, and the bottom was a French cut thong that left little to the imagination. It was one you’d bought on a whim, but you knew you looked hot, and you’d been saving it for something special- and what’s more special than getting to tease your sweet boyfriend at the beach?

After a bit of laying on your back with your chest covered by the adjustable awning, you stood to close it and flip to your stomach. Once again you felt his gaze on you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I can feel your eyes on my ass,” you teased lightly, voice muffled by your arms.

Javi’s voice was low when he responded. “Can you blame me?”

You giggled again. “Can you at least make yourself useful and re-apply my sunscreen?” You asked, turning your head to the other side so you could look at him.

His brows raised and he grinned like before. “Don’t mind if I do,” he answered as he scooted closer to you in the large lounge chair, reaching over your back and grabbing the small bottle out of the bag you’d packed. He rubbed a dollop of it into his hands before smoothing them over your body, moving slowly. His hands felt delightful running over your back and shoulders- he was applying more pressure than he really needed to, squeezing the muscles and relieving tension you didn’t even know you had.

He moved his hands down your back until he stopped at your bottom, rubbing the sunscreen in languidly before squeezing one of your cheeks. You heard Javi hum in appreciation, feeling him grab handfuls of you.

“Ah.. me gusta tu trasero, cariño,” he said from above you.

You’d buried your face back in your arms and were suddenly thankful you’d done so; his touches and compliments were making your cheeks turn pink.

He gave a light pat to one of the cheeks to signal he was done, and you reached out an arm for him while keeping your face covered with the other one. He lifted your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss on each knuckle. You eventually drew it back to yourself, earning a small whine from him, but you knew he would get over it when he saw your next move.

Grabbing ahold of the bow you’d tied at the back of your neck, you pulled slowly to undo it, letting it fall down by your face. You repeated the action with the strings across your back, pulling until they rested at your sides and your back was bare.

“Don’t want a tan line,” you explained nonchalantly, knowing his eyes were trained on you.

Though nothing was showing yet, you knew how much this would rile Javi up. He always got particularly rowdy after being away from you for a long time, making sure to lavish you with kisses and attention and so much pleasure. It was as if he were making up for the lost time, begging you to use him until you were satisfied; in fact, sometimes you wondered if the man got so caught up in making sure you were enjoying it that he forgot to take care of his own needs. And of course, you loved having someone take such intense care of you, but you also loved getting to please him and remind him that sex wasn’t just about your enjoyment.

That doesn’t mean you couldn’t tease him a bit, though.

“Do you think it’s been long enough that I can flip over?” You asked, turning your head to him again.

He looked extra delicious laying on his side- his tan had faded a bit while he was in LA, but it was already quickly coming back under the hot Spanish sun. He was wearing the new speedo you’d gotten him, further accentuating his lean figure. His little tummy at the top of the suit was extraordinarily tempting, making you long to run your fingers down the trail of hair in the area. And despite being rolled to one side his chest still looked so broad- you were running out of patience with yourself.

You began to roll back over, the cup of the swimsuit falling away from your skin, surely exposing you- your suspicions were confirmed when he reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay right there.”

You bit back your smile.

He moved across the small cabana until he was situated by your thighs, patting one of them gently to get you to move them. You obliged, spreading them apart enough for him to sit on his knees between your legs and pull your hips up.

“So beautiful like this. So beautiful always,” he murmured, bending to place a kiss at the small of your back. “I love you.”

“Mmm… I love you too, Javi,” you purred, breathing out a sigh of content.

“Now, let’s see…” he straightened back up and looped his thumbs through the sides of the swimsuit. “May I?”

Angling your head to look at him as best as you could, you smiled. “Of course.”

He pulled the suit down off of you, taking his time watching your core slowly become exposed. You arched your back, presenting yourself more for him, then lifted your knees one and a time to allow him to get the bottoms fully off. Once they’d been tucked safely into your bag, he leaned back down and shrugged the tiny top from underneath you, leaving you completely naked before him.

“Mi hermosa amante,” he breathed out, rubbing a hand along your thigh and backside. “Move forward for me.”

You did as he said, scooting up the cabana chair until the pillow was just below your elbows.

He pressed another kiss to you, this time on your left cheek, then your right. He trailed his kisses inward, dipping down until his nose was right at your entrance. You felt him inhale, no doubt taking in your scent, and your face heated at the thought. His tongue poked out just enough to gently brush over your clit, the barely-there sensation sending a mini shockwave through you. He held you steady though, hands lightly grasping the sides of your thighs.

He pressed his tongue to you again, this time with more pressure. He repeated the motion, flicking it back and forth until you could no longer contain a moan.

“Let me hear it, dove,” he pulled back to say.

Javi dove back in, this time laying his tongue flat against your center and dragging it from your clit back to your entrance. You were already so wet for him in anticipation- he swirled his tongue around and drank down your slick like a man dying of thirst. Your back arched involuntarily at the feeling, causing his tongue to press deeper into you until he was fucking your entrance with his mouth. Your moans were coming out louder and more steadily, fingers digging into the cloth of the seat.

“God, Javi,” you groaned out.

His movements were becoming relentless, swirling over your clit over and over until you could feel the cord starting to snap. He pulled away from you and wiped his face, not quite ready to finish you off.

You whined, causing him to bend forward and stroke your hair. “Calm down, I’m gonna take care of you. Just wanna take my time.” He kissed your shoulder before sitting back up.

When he moved his face back to your center, he licked over your entrance a few times before moving further up to the tight ring of muscle above it. He laid his tongue flat against your hole, hands now grabbing onto your asscheeks and pulling them apart to gain better access.

Though it was a different sensation it was still just as maddening, and it had you letting out a string of curses. “Fuck, yes… shit- Javi, so good,” you babbled.

He hummed against you. Circling his tongue around your entrance he slipped a finger into your pussy, the double sensation bringing tears to your eyes. You were rocking back against his face, desperately chasing the orgasm you needed.

“Please, please- baby, please, I need it so bad,” you begged, voice breaking.

His grasp on your ass tightened as he spoke against you. “Take what you need. Tómalo.”

You came with a loud, gasping cry, fingers surely tearing into the seat. Javi rode you through it, gently pumping his fingers until your pulsing walls dulled to a flutter. With his free hand he rubbed soothing circles against your hip.

Once you’d collected yourself, you twisted your back til you could take in his face, eyes bright and chin coated in your wetness. You longed to kiss him, but when he adjusted the large bulge that was now barely contained in the tiny swimsuit, you knew that would have to wait.

“Fuck me, Javi.” You instructed.

His eyes widened slightly at the vulgarity of your words- as if his face wasn’t buried in you moments ago- before a lustful smile came to his face.

He made quick work of removing the speedo, adding it to the collection in your bag. A cramp was beginning to form in your neck from craning it to look at him, but you couldn’t stop- not when he pulled out his beautiful, thick cock.

“Now you take what you need, baby.” You echoed his words back to him, pushing your hips towards him.

Javi hummed from behind you, running his tip through your slick before pausing. “You will let me know if I hurt you, okay?”

Your heart ached at the tenderness of his words. He just wanted to please you so badly; he was like this in most regards. All he wanted to do was make the people around him happy. But now it was his turn- you felt the head notch into your entrance and you felt giddy.

“Yes, Javi.”

He pushed in, slowly but fully until he was completely seated within you. From this angle he wasn’t as deep as he’d be if you were on your back, but your body was creating a tighter squeeze and he was pushing against all the most sensitive spots within you. Your mouth fell into a silent ‘oh’ as he began shallowly fucking you, his hands keeping you steady with a gentle grasp on your hips.

“F-fuck,” you heard Javi mutter behind you.

You steadied yourself as best as you could to respond. “Does it feel good?” You asked sultrily.

“Mmm… you know it does, beautiful girl,” he panted, peppering his words with soft grunts that made heat spread through your hips.

He continued steadily fucking into you, thrusts becoming harder and harder- you knew he was holding on as best as he could, but he was slipping.

“Are you getting close for me?” Your voice teemed with lust, throat rough.

Javi didn’t answer, only continued his movements.

“I asked you a question, daddy.”

His hips stopped for a second before they continued at a much faster pace. You couldn’t help the loud moan that left your chest, caught off guard by the sudden jolt.

“Sayitagain,” he rushed out. “Cariño, say it again.”

You smirked to yourself before replying. “I want you to cum all over me, daddy. Make a mess of me.”

Javi groaned loudly and you felt a sudden emptiness as he quickly pulled out. He shot hot spurts of cum all over your back and ass, falling back to the cushion to catch his breath.

“I will clean you up in a second, amor, just… give me a minute. That was so amazing.”

You remained on your stomach, though you shifted back to your earlier position to give your back a break. When you looked over at Javi, you took a mental picture to remember forever; him, fully naked at the beach, sprawled out on his back with one leg bent and tucked under the other, arms spread out beside him while his chest slowly stopped heaving. He was coated in a sheen of sweat, beautiful curls going every which direction at the top of his head. He was an impossibly beautiful man, and the sight made you bite your lip with a grin.

He eventually opened his eyes to take you in again, a Cheshire smile painted across his face.

“Up for another, amor?”

Feedback and interactions always appreciated <3

Not sure who to tag in this so I’ll just put my usual taglist! Feel free to ignore it if you aren’t interested/let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any future javi g stuff!

@iamskyereads @guess-my-next-obsession @wheresarizona @jedifarmerr @grippingbeskar @kirsteng42

[jay-the-muppet]

Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent more like Unbearable Weight of Massive Titties

[throughsmilingeyes]

Just learned that Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent is now available in English on one of my streaming platforms (I steal from my sister). It’s only been available in French for the past few months

I know how I’m ringing in the new year 🥳

[materassassino]

Cafuné

This one was absolutely inspired by Pedro’s hair in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. God he’s so pretty in that movie, it’s ridiculous.

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Cafuné (noun): Brazilian Portuguese. The act of caressing or tenderly running fingers through a loved one's hair

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“It’s getting long.”

Luke’s eyes twinkle with mirth as he sifts his fingers into Din’s hair. It’s soft, untouched yet by the helmet today. It flops gently over his forehead, swished to the side, curling around his ears, following every movement of Din’s head.

“Oh?” He blows a shot of breath upwards, shifting his fringe. “I guess it is.”

“I like it,” Luke murmurs. He continues to stroke his fingers through it, enjoying its softness under his touch.

“It’s not very practical,” Din says with a sigh. “Gets in the way.”

Luke pouts slightly. “Do you want me to cut it?” he asks, though he sounds disappointed.

“If you could,” Din replies. He doesn’t remember the last time someone else cut his hair. Probably his mother. Or his father. He still usually does it himself, grabbing scissors as soon as it gets annoying and hacking away with reckless abandon until he’s satisfied.

But he trusts Luke. With everything. So why wouldn’t he trust him with this?

“I’m going to be a little sad about it,” Luke admits once they’re in front of the ‘fresher mirror. Din rolls his eyes affectionately, folding his arms across his chest as he waits for Luke to get started.

Luke allows himself one last moment to weave his fingers through the thick waves. The ever-growing amount of grey glitters under the crisp light of the glowpanel, and Luke can’t resist lowering a kiss to it. It’ll grow back, of course it does, and Luke loves the short, choppier curls just as much, but still… there’s something special about his hair like this, impractical though it might be.

He floats over the scissors and a comb and sets to work. He remembers Leia doing this for him, countless times, but the first time was on Hoth, when it started to get annoyingly long and he was always shaking his head to get it out of his eyes. She’d strongarmed him into a chair and chopped away, leaving him with something no-nonsense and easy to maintain – ironic, considering the length and insanity of her own hair.

And he remembers Aunt Beru doing the same, sitting him down in a chair as he kicked his legs impatiently, flicking his ear when he refused to sit still. The memory of the time she got annoyed with him and upturned a bowl on his head, cutting around the rim, still fills him with a deep sense of horrified embarrassment.

Din’s locks fall to the floor, onto the towel set on his shoulders.

“It’s definitely easier to have someone else do the back,” he says with a twitch of his lips. Luke chuckles.

“I was ok with it, but being able to make things float helps,” he admits.

It doesn’t take long, really. They talk about nonsense, the same things they talk about all the time, the inanities of married conversation. Luke offhandedly mentions drama in the Senate, which makes Din snort derisively. Din recounts some little detail he forgot from his most recent visit to Krownest Luke didn’t follow him on. They both agree Grogu needs new clothes, he’s grown – not by much, but just enough to be noticeable.

“Done!” Luke says eventually, placing his hands on Din’s shoulders.

Din looks like he usually does now, but perhaps it’s a little tidier, this time. Not that anyone else will see it, only two sets of eyes have that privilege, but it’s the knowledge that counts, Luke thinks. Din tilts his head this way and that, making a satisfied noise.

“Definitely looks better than when I do it,” he says. Luke smirks.

“What can I say, I’m good at it,” he says smugly, planting another kiss on Din’s head. He jerks back, spitting. “Ugh, hair.”

That makes Din laugh. “You brought that upon yourself,” he says drily.

Luke flicks his ear, like Aunt Beru used to do to him, and he weathers the brief twinge of sadness, letting it rise and fall naturally.

“You know,” he says, winding his arms around Din’s shoulders and propping his chin on the other man’s head, “I did like the longer hair, but this is nice too. As long as it’s you.”

[avastrasposts]

hii🫶🏼 for the pedro asks maybe 18, 20 & 24 ?💗

Thank you! I love it!

18: Ezra in the Green or Frankie in the jungle?! Easy! Frankie in the jungle any day thank you!

Save one clip of Pedro's acting to show generation's in the distance future - Tricky one! The clip of Joel and Tommy in the workshop in Jackson seems like an easy choice but I also love his scene in UWOMT when he's fake acting out a scene on the cliff top with Nick Cage. Or the scene where they'er trying to climb the wall high and Javi pokes his head out round the corner. Can I save all three?! 😋

Latest pic saved: I already answered this one but I don't mind posting it again!

[sicklittleeighties]

I don’t hear enough noise about Nicolas Cage tbh. I know tumblr is probably not the place to come for that content but it seems like everywhere is dry as hell in terms of content. I’ve had to resort to Pinterest and that’s just pics of him. Like… everyone’s got this general reverence of him and thinks of him as like some meme but I thought he’d at least have like a decent following somewhere. I know he’s not got social media so that might be a slight contributing factor, but even before I was like a huge huge fan, I was still like “oh yeah he’s like one of the pillars of my childhood” bc national treasure and sorcerers apprentice. I’ve watched like idk 12 of his movies so far and he’s a really good actor and pretty damn intelligent ngl. He loves the old monster classics and he’s got that spooky vibe so I was kind of supposed that he’s not been white boy of the month. Maybe he was back in likeeee 1980 😂 I know he got popular again during Renfield and UWOMT but the tag for him gets like 1 post a day. It just perplexes me bc he’s like a really good actor who isn’t afraid to go big or go home in movies, he’s unconventionally attractive, and he has beautiful eyes hehe. He fucking KILLED it in Mandy, Pig, Rage— even Willy’s Wonderland. That shit was better than the FNAF movie and I’m not even lying. Anywho it all probably sounds crazy so thanks for reading if you made it this far.

TLDR: Nic Cage deserves more fan love on tumblr than he gets 😭

[wildemaven]

Top ten comfort movies

I was tagged by a few mutuals, but I don’t remember them all 😅

In no particular order, just listing what I can remember lol:

Face/Off

Forrest Gump

UWOMT

The Notebook

Napoleon Dynamite

Megamind

Ghost

Dirty Dancing

Toy Story (All of them)

Triple Frontier (I said what I said)

NPTs to who ever wants to share!

[pedropascalito]

I had a dream where Pedro was my therapist. Funny thing is I don't have a therapist and he was wearing that pink Hawaiian shirt in those photos from when he was filming UWOMT.

He’s a great listener! I could see him being a good therapist. Even in a pink Hawaiian shirt. Or maybe because of it!

[guess-my-next-obsession]

i get to see UWOMT tonight which means javi g content!!!!

[absurdthirst]

Omg 📢📢 If you have Starz and Xfinity cable 📢📢UWOMT is free On Demand 😍😍😍😍 idk what other cable providers have it for free tho

Anyone and Everyone with Comcast!!!!!

[the-little-ewok]

Oooo! I wanna say you give off Javi from UWOMT vibes because you're just do awesome and nice all around!!!!

Omg Javi my love! I think I certainly am a little bit like Javi 😂 I do vibe with him for sure!

[3gremlins]

LISTEN, i, like you, fellow elder tumblrite, was also laughing about hugh grant being identified as the villain from paddington 2 but then...

I watched Paddington 2 and I now completely agree that he should forever be known from that role because he is DELIGHTFUL in it and it might be his best performance ever.

Also friends, watch Paddington 2, it is very good.

(i only watched it b/c it's a plot point in The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent so we watched P2 after that and it was an excellent double feature choice. Like UWoMT is also pretty fun if you like nic cage doing nic cage things in the most meta way possible, but paddington 2 is actually fucking fantastic and i would never have picked it up otherwise)

[pascalsky]

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT Starring PEDRO PASCAL as Javi - April 22nd, 2022

[pumpkin-stars]

Mr Cage?

drawn in sketchbook Dec '21. pls don’t repost.

[scorpionsandhoney]

All I could see was 1940s noir so