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princessbatears · 1 year

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Papá Noel

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Javi appoints Astrid his little helper elf on Christmas Eve Warnings: secular Christmas themes (i.e. gift giving, Santa Claus, Christmas tree, etc.), mild sexual content, language, mention of alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, mention of spousal/parent death Words: 3k A/N: This takes place during the time skip in Casa Werewolf Chapter 9

“There’s so much snow!” Bo yells for the dozenth time from the backseat of the car as Javi drives up the winding road.

“At least a meter, right, Mama?” Tallulah guesses.

You smile. “I’m not sure there’s quite that much, but there might be soon if it keeps snowing like this.”

“How much longer?” Astrid asks, whole face smushed against the glass of the window, her breath fogging it up.

“We’re almost there,” Javi promises. “You should be able to see the house soon.”

This is his first Christmas with you and your triplets and he couldn’t be more excited. He’s brought you all to his Swiss chalet for the school break. It’s quiet and private, the perfect place for a werewolf-filled holiday that your family deserves.

“Do you remember seeing snow before?” you ask, turning around in your seat to look at the kids.

Astrid ponders. “Maybe.”

Bo shakes his head. “Just from the pictures.”

“Mama’s got pictures of us when we were really little in the snow,” Tallulah informs Javi. “It was before Daddy died.”

He smiles at her in the rearview mirror. “Those are very special pictures.”

“We’ll show you when we get back home.”

“Are we gonna take new pictures?” Astrid pipes up hopefully.

You smile, reaching back to stroke her hair. “Of course, as many as you want.”

“Is this the kinda snow you raced in as a puppy?” Bo asks.

Your smile grows childlike and mischievous. “Yep! Powdery, so you’ve got some traction.” Then, you turn to Javi. “When I was a pup, me and my siblings would spend hours racing each other in the snow. The deeper, the better, because it forced you to get creative. My tactic was digging tunnels so I could keep plowing ahead instead of using all the energy bouncing up and down.”

He laughs, loving the idea of you as a little kid and puppy. “I bet you beat them.”

“I did!”

A moment later, Javi turns a bend and the chalet comes into view: a cozy two-story house made of spruce with the classic gently sloping roof and lots of windows. “There it is, niños!”

There is a mad dash to get inside, mainly because you insist that the children help unload the car before they’re allowed to play.

“Your room is on the left,” Javi calls as they practically run each other over in their haste to get upstairs. When he’d known you were coming, he’d had a triple bunkbed put in the larger room.

“I want the top!” Bo’s claim travels down the staircase.

“No, me!” Tallulah argues.

Meanwhile, you’re staring in delight at the big, open room, bedecked for Christmas. In one corner, a tall tree glitters with twinkling lights, glass ornaments, and tinsel. Garland drapes over the fireplace mantle and large, knitted stockings hang below it, one for each one of you.

An advent calendar hangs on one wall, marking the day as December 24. Juniper and berry sprigs fill vases. A cheerful American-style Santa figurine sits on the top of a bookshelf with his reindeer.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“It’s gorgeous! The house, the decorations. Perfect.”

From upstairs, Tallulah yells, “I got there first!”

You grimace at Javi. “You might regret spending the whole week with us all alone here.”

“Never! I promise, any chaos and drama that those three bring can’t compare to my own family. If I was at my mama’s, I would be refereeing my great-aunts arguing over whose dentures are more uncomfortable. I promised this is preferable to that.”

You let out a snort-giggle of disbelief. “That does not happen.”

“It does! See this.” He points at a small scar on his left forearm. “Tía Carmen bit me with hers when she thought I’d sided with Tía Paulina. Vicious.”

Laughing, you bend to kiss the spot. “Poor baby,” you coo mockingly. Then, you shake your head. “I can’t believe we’re here, in Switzerland, for Christmas, on vacation!”

He chuckles, pulling you close to him. “How long has it been since you had a vacation?”

“God,” you ponder. “Not since Ivan and I first got married. We didn’t have enough money once we had the babies. Not to mention, it’s very hard to take a vacation with three unreliable werewolf pups. By the time they were more in control of their shifts, he’d passed.

Javi’s more determined than ever to make this an amazing rest for you. “You are long past due. For the next week, all you need to do is eat, sleep, sled, and play.”

You give him a kiss that ends with a gentle nip on his bottom lip that immediately makes him weak in the knees. “I can’t wait to play with you later,” you whisper.

He can only manage to mumble something incoherent, using all his willpower not to whisk you up to the big, plush bed that’s waiting.

A stampede behind him returns him to his senses. Three fluffy werewolf pups charge down the stairs, paws too large for their bodies slipping and sliding on the polished wood.

“You are not to go outside the fence,” you say firmly. “And as soon as it starts to get dark, your little butts need to be inside. If you smell anything larger than a rabbit, come back immediately. Understand?”

They bark their acknowledgement before scrambling for the back door. You cross to unlock and open it. They dive headfirst into the drifts of snow, disappearing completely.

He laughs as their heads pop up and down as they hop along towards the vast expanse of mountain yard.

“Ah, some peace and quiet,” you sigh happily. “They’ll probably be out there until supper.”

Javi kisses you again. “I’m going to light a fire and make us something warm to drink. You just relax.”

For the next hour, you and Javi cuddle on a nest of furs in front of the fire, drinking hot mulled cider and watching one of his favorite Spanish Christmas movies.

At one point, he glances down at you and finds that you’ve fallen asleep. He smiles, cocooning you in the furs. It’s not lost on him how much you trust him that you’re able to fall asleep while your children are playing outside and you’re in a new place.

It’s also an excellent opportunity to sort through the Christmas presents he brought.

Although Javi grew up on the Spanish tradition of the Three Kings bringing gifts in early January, he wants to honor your cultural tradition of Christmas Eve gifts.

After carefully disentangling from you, he heads upstairs with two suitcases full of presents to your room. There, he unzips the tops to double-check everything is there.

The question is, should he put them under the tree now or wait until right before midnight, when he’ll be rousing everyone to open them? Will their allure excite or torture the kids?

“What are you doing?” Astrid’s little voice startles him and he spins around, seeing her bundled in the plush robes he left by the backdoor for when the pups returned.

Then, she gasps, eyes growing huge, when spots the gifts. “Christmas presents!” She rushes over to the bed and bounces up and down. “There are so many! Can we open them?”

Definitely would be better to wait to put them out if she’s already wanting to open them.

Smiling coyly, he says, “I’m just holding onto these for Papá Noel.”

Astrid rolls her eyes. “Santa doesn’t exist.”

Javi slaps a hand against his chest, scandalized. “How could you say such a thing?”

“I’m eight,” she says like he’s the world’s biggest dumbass. He’d have expected such a response from Tallulah, who sees herself as a mini adult, but it makes him a little sad that even Astrid doesn’t believe in the mythical man.

Wait… if werewolves are real, does that mean Santa Claus might be real?

He’s distracted by her shaking more presents. “Stop using your wolf ears to try to guess.”

Then, it suddenly occurs to him that he didn’t hear her come inside. The house is too silent for Tallulah and Bo to be in it, so she must be alone.

“Where are your brother and sister?”

Her face falls. “Out racing. I got tired. And I couldn’t ever win. I’m not fast enough. I hate being the littlest!”

He crouches in front of her, pulling her into a hug. “That’s hard. But, you know what? You’re the sneakiest. I didn’t even hear you come in. And you didn’t wake your mama up. There’s no way the other two would be that quiet.”

Astrid perks up. “Yeah! I’m way sneakier than they are. They always gotta yell or crash into stuff. Not me.” She stands on her tiptoes, silently scuttling across the wood floor with a positively wicked smile on her face that makes him laugh.

It also gives him an idea. “Let’s just say Santa exists. Doesn’t he usually have a helper? A little elf?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, I guess.

“It’s an awful lot for him to have to come all the way up this mountain, so I’ve offered to put out the presents and save him the trip. Since you’re so good at being quiet, you’d be the perfect elf to assist me.”

Puffing up with pride, she beams. “I can help!”

He grins. “Okay, so we’re going to keep it a secret from Bo and Lulls. You’ll all go to bed when Mama says and then I’ll wake you up and we’ll sneak everything downstairs. How’s that sound?”

Astrid nods vehemently, practically vibrating with excitement at her new responsibility.

She clamors onto the bed and peers into a stuffed suitcase. “Oh, that one’s mine!” She snatches it up and shakes the square package. No sound comes from it. “Can I open it? As payment for being an elf?”

He pulls the gift from her hand, biting back a laugh. “Being an elf is voluntary.”

She pouts as he returns the box to the spot and zips the suitcase up.

“Go get dressed. Then, we’ll start cooking our Christmas Eve feast!”

The rest of the afternoon and evening pass in a blur. Bo and Tallulah return from their racing before everyone helps Javi heat up the delicious Christmas Eve feast that’d been prepared. Entremeses piled high with blood sausage, manchego cheese, crusty bread, olives, and pickles. Then, creamy soup, roast lamb and potatoes, followed by shortbread cookies and chocolate cake.

You and Javi practically have to roll the children up the stairs to put them to bed, they’re so stuffed and sleepy. He briefly wonders if he shouldn’t wake Astrid early, but, as he tucks her into one of the bottom bunks, she whispers in his ear, “When are you gonna wake me up?”

Smiling, he breathes back, “Half an hour before midnight.”

She grins at him before snuggling down to sleep.

You and he close the door behind you and you say softly, “You’ve really made Astrid happy asking her to be your elf.”

“It’ll be much more fun to play Papá Noel with a helper,” he chuckles.

“You know,” you purr, “we’ve got a couple hours and I’ve always wanted to kiss Santa Claus.”

He smirks, deepening his voice, “Ho ho ho!”

Thirty minutes to midnight, Javi creeps into the children’s bedroom. All three are breathing deeply, sound asleep. He presses a kiss to Astrid’s forehead before murmuring, “Astrid.”

Her big eyes flutter open and she immediately sits up excitedly. “Is it time?”

“It’s time.”

She tiptoes with him out of the room and downstairs, where he’s set out the suitcases near the tree. There’s also a pile of gifts that you’d brought that include some for him that you absolutely refuse to give him hints about.

“How do you think we should arrange the gifts?” he asks.

She hums. “The biggest ones on the bottom. Then, the other ones can stack on those. But I don’t think we should sort them by person because then, if someone has a smaller pile, they’ll be sad.”

“Very wise,” Javi agrees, although you and he made sure each kid got the exact same amount of presents.

Astrid begins pulling out each gift, setting them in piles by size. She pauses every time she reads her name on the tag and scrutinizes it. Javi’s glad he allowed a full half hour for this task because she’s in no hurry.

“These gotta go under first,” she orders, pointing at the largest packages. “Also, we gotta hide some in the back so we can be surprised when we think there’s no more presents and there still are some!”

Grabbing a long box with a scooter addressed to herself, she heaves it to the back of the tree. “That one’s got wheels, doesn’t it?”

Javi was sure he’d padded them properly, but it’s damn hard to fool Wolves. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

She humphs, going to a pile and picking up a small, flattish gift that was for him. “Well, you’ll have to wait and see what this one is. It’s from me to you.”

He bites back a chuckle as she clutches his gift to her chest with one hand and shoves at a bike for Bo with the other. It’s the heaviest gift and the only reason she’s making any progress is because she has werepup strength.

“Need some help?”

“No,” she says confidently, inching it along the floor.

Javi grabs Tallulah’s skateboard and sets it by the scooter. That’s when there’s the sharp sound of glass breaking behind him.

“Oh no!” Astrid whimpers.

He turns around to see her kneeling by his gift, which she must have dropped. Her face crumples as she starts to cry.

“It’s okay,” he says quickly, moving to embrace her. “Accidents happen.”

The sound of her tears hastens you from where you’d sequestered yourself in the bedroom while they played Santa. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I dropped Javi’s present and…” But she’s sobbing too hard for the rest of the sentence to be intelligible.

You crouch next to her and Javi, gently picking up the still-wrapped gift, which tinkles softly as it’s moved. “This isn’t a big deal,” you reassure, stroking her hair.

She clenches her fists, eyes now angry and amber, as she grinds out, “I can’t even be a good elf! I can’t be good at anything!”

Javi’s heart aches at this self-condemnation.

You cup her cheeks. “That’s a really hard thing to feel, that you’re not good enough. And, even if you feel that way, it doesn’t make it true.”

“I just wanted to be a good elf!”

“But you are, mi amor! Look at how organized everything is.” He gestures at the piles of presents. “We’re going to have a very stable stack under the tree where nobody feels left out. That’s something you’re very good at: making everyone feel included.”

She turns those wet, golden eyes to him, hope slowly seeping into them. “I guess that’s true. I do that at school, too. If somebody’s sitting alone, I’ll sit with them so they don’t feel lonely.”

You smile warmly at her. “You have a very kind heart.” Then, you hold up the gift. “And this isn’t ruined, sweetie. The most important part isn’t what broke. We can replace that part.”

Astrid wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve. “We can?”

“Of course.”

“But I wanted him to open it tonight,” she sighs.

“Do you want him to peek now and then he can reopen it later?”

Astrid nods, turning to Javi. “But be careful, you don’t heal like we do if you cut yourself.”

“I’ll be careful,” he promises, setting the present down on the floor and gently opening it.

A lump forms in his throat. It’s a framed photo of the first group shot you, he, Tallulah, Bo, and Astrid took together during a day at the beach. The first picture of the five of you as a family.

“I love it!” he whispers hoarsely.

Astrid’s whole face lights up at his reaction and she locks her arms around his neck. “I’m glad it’s not ruined.”

He hugs her tightly. “You, your mama, Bo, and Tallulah being here is the greatest present I could ever have.”

She pulls back, making a face. “You sound like a Christmas movie dad.”

Javi chuckles, his hand finding yours and linking your fingers. “I do, don’t I?”

You wink at him and he grins.

Hopping to her feet, Astrid says, “It’ll be midnight soon, we gotta hurry!”

Javi nods, pushing himself up. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Do you want me to help?” you ask.

Astrid shakes her head. “Santa and Elf only.”

And thanks to her excellent direction and efforts, all the gifts are distributed around the tree two minutes before midnight.

“It’s so pretty!” she beams.

The brightly colored wrapping papers glimmer with the glow of the fire and the twinkle of the lights, and Javi has to agree— it really is pretty.

You stand, pulling your phone out of your pajama pocket. “Stand by the tree, you two, so we can document Santa and Elf’s fine work!”

Javi and Astrid stand by the tree, gesturing at it proudly.

“Can I go wake up Lulls and Bo now?” Astrid asks eagerly.

“You sure can!”

Giving up all stealth, Astrid bound up the stairs, flings open the kids’ bedroom door, and bellows, “IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

Javi wraps his arms around you. “You know I meant what I said, about you four being the greatest gift I could ask for.”

You lean into him. “The same goes for us, having you.” Then, your eyes drift to the tree with mild disapproval. “Maybe I should have told you that sooner, before you went overboard.”

He scoffs. “That wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“Not all of those things are going to fit in our apartment.”

He shrugs, unconcerned. “The overflow can stay at my place.”

Laughing, you give him a kiss. “Merry Christmas, Papá Noel.”

“Merry Christmas, mi luz,” he smiles. Then, a nagging question returns. “If werewolves are real, do you think Santa is, too?”

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Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: Papá Noel - Santa Claus/Father Christmas Three Kings - the Three Wise Men from the birth story of Jesus; in many places in Spain, they bring gifts to children on January 6 and are celebrated with feasts and festivals niños - kids mi amor - my love mi luz - my light entremeses - Spanish charcuterie board, with foods like sausages, cheeses, pickles

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morallyinept · 8 months

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A list of all my favourite JAVI GUTIERREZ Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 1

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Watch You Watch Him Fuck His Wife - @toxicanonymity Wife!Reader Cuck!NickCage

Through Me, Dark Light, Cinema, Beautiful Boy, Killing Flowers, & Advanced Politics Of Human Sexuality Series - @psychedelic-ink

On The Right Flight - @prolix-yuy

What A Difference A Day Makes, Barista To Sugar Baby & Kinktober 22 Deep Throating - @absurdthirst

Play - @atinylittlepain

Amor De Mi Vida - @whiskeynwriting

The King's Queen Series - @wardenparker

Javi G Masterlist - @musings-of-a-rose Couldn't choose just one!

Inappropriate Waving & That Was Good - @wheresarizona

First Time's The Charm Series - @theywhowriteandknowthings

To Your Rescue, Feels Good To Be With You & La Estrella De Mi Vida Series - @flightlessangelwings

A Little Facetime - @stardustandskycrystals

Skinny Dipping - @second-axis-point M!Reader

Attention - @babydin

IRL Series - @grogusmum PlusSize!Reader

Cross My Heart Series - @din-jarhead

Fix Me Up, Buttercup - @pedros-husband M!Reader

Javi Drabble - @grogusmum

Yes - @theewokingdead

Hot Knife - @ezras--moon

Messy Annotations Series - @mirasantidotes

Take What You Need - @babykangaemoji

A Night At Javi's - @winchestershiresauce

Swimming & Show Off - @heyhilana

Kinktober Day 24 Edge Play/Praise Kink - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Insatiable - @javierpinme

Something To Eat & Beach Day - @odetodilfs M!Reader

Pegging Request - @forever-rogue

When You Were Mine Series - @ezrasbirdie

A Tale Of Two Javi's Series - @musings-of-a-rose Featuring Javier Peña

I Have To Go - @bugichor

The Beach & Movie Night - @laureliciousdefinition

Villa With A View - @starlightmornings

Is That All Mr Gutierrez? Series - @popcornforone

Let Me - @rebel-held GN!Reader

Kinktober Somnophilia - @flightlessangelwings

The Last Blockbuster - @blueeyesatnight

Kinktober Overstimulation/Bondage - @odetodilfs M!Reader

Forgotten Love - @absurdthirst

A Gift Of Light & Joy - @prolix-yuy

The Haunted Toaster - @sirowsky-stories

Formula 101 - @littlemisspascal

Their Greatest Performance - @absurdthirst Featuring Dieter Bravo MMF

Simply Javier Series - @farawayfromwanting

Snowball Fight - @ladamedusoif

Las Mañanas Contigo - @sinpathyforthedevilish

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popcornforone · 8 months

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Enjoying The View

Chapter 5 of the Is That All Mr Gutierrez Fan Fic series

Master list

Chapter 4

Sorry Dave York (unsurprisingly) got in the way of chapter 5 of this, but I’ve suddenly really got a move on with this today & ive really enjoyed writing it. I promised people I wouldn’t break Javi G which considering I mainly write Dave, is actually really hard to do, but I think I’ve done well. Things really get going now. Maybe the next chapter will be sooner rather than later.

Synopsis: You wake up the morning after the night before in Javis bed wondering if it was all a dream. But it’s the sight of the man that you’ve always loved that makes you realise this is so much more than just a dream.

Word count:3000

Warning: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!Protected PIV sex, kissing sucking, teasing some pre cum play, admiring& seducing, swearing. Boss employee relationship. Long term friends to lovers.

Thanks as always for the read peoples it’s really appreciated. All feed back is welcome in any form. I’ll hopefully see you soon for chapter 6.

Stirring into life on a Sunday morning has always been hard. The bright light flooding into the bedroom as you go oooh no & pull the bedsheet back over you. It’s just your thing. You dont want to get up, Sundays are lazy days. Your bed is meant to be your safe comfortable space until you realise you should make some sort of effort with the day.

But then you smell the bedding. This isn’t your sheets at home or in your room at Javis. These are blue silk & smell of Javi. You are asleep in his bed. Last night was not some wild dream you had. Last night you had sex with Javi on the sofa, not once but twice. You never watched Paddington. You were to engrossed in each others bodies that you never got that far. You can still feel the echo from his hand clutching around your waist, how his flat large thumb was made to pleasure your sensitive clit, how his lips tasted of love, lust & desire. Yea it happened, you & Javi had sex & you chuckle slightly under the bedding, realising that all your dreams had come true.

However thats when you realise Javi is not in bed with you. A quick look around his bedroom & he is nowhere to be seen. But there is the amorous smell of coffee waiting for you on the bed side table. There’s steam coming from it so it can’t have been sat there long. You sit up & that’s when you see the curtains blow from the balcony of his villa. He’s having his morning cigarette & coffee watching the view over your town as it it comes alive on this Sunday morning. You realise that you joined Javi in his bed in your birthday suit & you have no clothes to put on to go & give him a good morning kiss. However the bed sheet is thin & easy for you to wrap around yourself or so you think. “Why do they always make this look so simple in movies” you mutter to yourself before you sort yourself out & eventually knot it. Once you are covered, you take your coffee & slowly make your way across Javis bedroom & lean on the door frame & just have a few private seconds staring & admiring the man you love.

He sits there so peacefully, coffee half drunk on the table, smoking his cigarette. His lips plump after each exhale. His eyes gleaming at the sun, his locks of curls beyond anyones control now, his skin being kissed by the golden sun that is already up, each blemish is a line of perfection & his body is long & impressive, especially his broadness. Those shoulders look a little more relaxed than they have done recently, maybe last night was a relief for you both, that after this morning may never be mentioned again, but you hope to god it’s not. He has his boxers on, being his bedroom of course he could grab them when he woke up this morning. It’s as his large hand grabs his coffee cup, that out of the side of his eye he catches you staring & admiring. A small smile creeps across his face.

“Enjoying the view?” he says casually like it’s nothing unusual that the girl he’s wanted to be with for his entire life is wearing nothing but his bedding just a few feet away.

“Well it’s certainly is something” you reply. He stands up coffee in hand, with the cigarette in the same one walks towards you & he strokes your face, delicately taking in all of your facial features this glorious morning.

“I’m glad you are enjoying it” these soft words from his mouth a followed by a succulent kiss. One that says good morning & I need you all at the same time. The sensation it sends through your body, almost makes you drop your own coffee cup, has your hands trembling. “Morning precious, did you sleep well?” Javi asks as he goes to take another drag of his cigarette. Your own fingers take it from him & you take your own puff. It’s been a while since you’ve smoked anything, probably 3 months & that was to try the recent crop to make sure it was up to scratch. You don’t smoke as much as you used to, it’s much more at the end of a night out or for social reasons. Your mum still hates that you ever even go near it. You hand it back to Javi before answering his question.

“Like a baby, Javi”

You’ve never seen him put a cigarette out so quickly in all your life. It’s stubbed & both your mugs are on the table as his hand caress you & his lips more than welcome yours back to his. Your body remembers every touch from the night before. As his hands enter your hair you recall the moans, the pleasure & the adrenaline. You gasp as the kiss breaks & smile, At the most perfect man you could ever hope for.

“Last night did happen then?” He asks, his thumbs tracing across your knuckles as he looks you up & down.

“Yes Javi it did” you reply looking up into those large brown puppy dog eyes, smiling with your own hoping to get a similar look back.

“I thought so”… he pauses for a second before thinking of his next words”…I… I… I wanted that, for a while, but never thought you would want me back or even think of me as more than a friends” Javi says looking a little sheepish that it’s taken him so long to ask you. “& I didn’t even ask you on a date first” he says shaking his head. But your two fingers that you trail up his neck to his chin make him stop & admire you.

“It’s not like you need to get to know me Javi” I laugh “I think we can skip the dates, I mean we did cook dinner before hand & had good intentions for a wholesome evening as friends, but no…” I smile & stroke & twist his rouge curl”… this curl has taken us down a path that I’m glad it lead us to… because I have been yours from the moment we met as kids” You let out a deep sigh after saying that hoping for it to be reciprocated, your heart beating at 200miles an hours, faster than Lewis hamilton can go.

“Well looks like we are both terrible communicators” Javi replys, clutching your hand that was on his chin & resting it on his firm chest. He can see your body judder, as the contact between his chest & your palm make you feel like you have a teenage crush all over again. His heart if possible is pounding more than yours.

“I like you Javi” you say after a few moments of silence, “I really really…” but you don’t complete your sentence.

“So do I” is Javis quick response before you’re passionately kissing him. Mouths intwined in desire, your hands gracing his shoulders to make sure you are both as close as you can be. It’s a feverish kiss. One neither of you can really control. His hands love the feeling of your body under that silk bed sheet, but he knows that’s not good enough for him. With one hand around the back of your neck & the other around your waist he pulls you back into the bedroom, so your out of view of anyone trying to get a peak at what’s going on & your own hand loosen the knot you spent so long adjusting & tying. The bedsheet cascades to the floor, meaning you’re naked as you make out with Javi as he moves the two of you towards the bed. He’s not yet realised this, he’s too busy enjoying the taste of your loving lips for him, & he’s really wondering why the two of you haven’t attempted to do this sooner.

“Javi” it’s a soft seductive moan that escapes your lips. “I want this, I want you forever” you continue to say inbetween kisses. It’s only when Javis have traces across the top of your breasts he realises the sheet has long gone. His smile twitches as he looks down at your nipples eyes wide.

“If I’d have know these were what was under all those dresses & bikini, I’d have indulged in these long before last night” Javis face is as excited as a kid at Christmas. Those dark caramels scanning your body. From you hair down to your toes, taking in the glorious naked sight of you. He lowers you onto the bed & without realising you spread your legs, fully on display. Javi pauses as he hoovers above you. “Fuck precious, this is too good to be true” he can feel his erection getting harder the more he looks at you. So he stops looking & from your neck downward he kisses you. Your nipples harden as he is sloppy kissing them. His hands wandering as well as you start to roll your hips from just Javis kisses on your skin. The moan he lets out when he reaches your mound & sees the sight is undescribable & it makes you clench around nothing.

“Well, this is a sight” he kisses your thighs, before two fingers slide through your arousal, teasing you but not going inside you. “You really want me that much my princess ?” You lift your head & see Javi suck the two fingers he just used to tease you.

“You have no idea Javi”

“You’re not just sex & lust drunk?” He says as he stands up & quickly shuffles to his dresser to find a condom. He drops his boxers as he goes. That arse really is perfectly firm, like a peach, tanned & looking rather scrupulous

“Javi I’d have told you if I regretted last night I don’t I… I…” words fail you as Javi turns around. This swim shorts & tight trousers always made him look big but it’s girthy too. No wonder you experienced pleasure so quickly last night, your jaw drops, a little trail of spit leaking out as you can’t contain your reaction to how stunning & how large your man is. This is more that you could have ever asked for & you hope to experience this pleasure for many more days to come.Javi Gutierrez being well endowed is an understatement.

“I’m guessing that you really are enjoying the view now” he says as he rips open the condom packet & gives his penis a few leisurely pumps before he slides the protection on, as you sit up on your elbow to check this isn’t a dream. He’s big, he is very big.

“Did I…I…”

“Most of it baby, you took most of it baby, if it is too much we can…”

“No Javi” you interrupt as he straddle over you. “…I said I wanted all of you, & I mean all of you” he holds your hand & your fingers lock, his over hand preparing for his entrance inside you.

“Then we will take it slow baby, this is as much about your pleasure as it is mine” he says before he kisses the crook of your neck. “Are you happy my precious?”

You slowly nod & bite your lip “yes Javi yea I…” the gasp is deep as he slowly breaks down your entrance & you feel his cock slide inside you. You’re panting already. Was he really this big last night? Did he feel bigger now you had seen it? You don’t care. All the air has been punctured out of you & then some. “Fuck” you moan on his second motions as he get deeper.

“Is it too much?”

“No Javi”

“If you need me to stop…”

“Don’t stop, ever” you say quite sternly looking into his eyes as he wanted to ask you face on. He smiles.

“Okay but please let me know if it’s too much”

Javi moves a piece of your hair out of your eyes as he then starts to rock. Each motion pushing his penis further inside you, each one you gasp & moan at experiencing pleasure no man has ever given you. Your hands dance over his chest & shoulders. Your leg instinctively in this position wrap around him making him moan as how good you feel.”oh fuck baby, your so tight, fuck me” he moans before he grips your face & the kissing commences.

Your bodies have very quickly worked each other out. He’s pushing you deeper into the mattress, you’re pulling him further into you. Your hips match his pace. & the moaning gets more. He’s now finally fully inside your. Your vagina is filled to the brim, loving every stroke around your walls. Making you Experience so much more than pleasure. He’s looking after you, you can tell that Javi is a very passionate but sensitive lover, not that it would be a surprise if he was. He is loving you moan & gasp for air. He looks deeply at you, as the sweat drips from his main front curl. The way your eyes shut & scrunch in desire as you feel him move. & then when they open it feels like they are looking at him for the first time again. Your eyes he often says are diamonds now dazzling for the world to see but your world is Javi. He keeps kissing your lips, be them small pecks or longer passionate exchanges as his hips rotate & he starts to pick up that pace. He feels like he’s making up for least time. The more he moves the more you roll with him, clamping every few thrusts, loving every second of making love with Javi. The foreplay was everything, but this is going to be over quickly, your both over come with desire that this moment is here. It’s better than you both imagined.

Your hand leaves his which we’re still gripped together, the nerves of your fingers coming back to life as they trail down his spine, feeling all of his own goosebumps. His body trembles as you do this & it makes him go faster, the moans your now making in sync with each other. You really are meant to be.

“Sweet Javi” you moan & he moans your name back before his lips find your mouth again & then something inside you breaks as he nips at your bottom lip & you let go. Flooding your arousal, cuming & moaning “ooooh fuckkkkkkk” as you experience one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. He’s moving faster & then he pauses as he cums himself. Filling the condom & grunting deeply.

“Ooh baby, oh yea oh fuck” Javi collapses completely on top of you, both of you panting so hard, & you then hold his chin & kiss him hard & firmly on the lips.

You didn’t realise you’d fallen asleep after the intense pleasure you & Javi had experienced for your early morning or realised that Javi had left the bedroom when you woke up. You were back under the bed sheet & some underwear & a robe were on the bed side table for you.

You get yourself together when you realise what the time is & that your meant to be at the hotel help your mum this afternoon with a conference & quickly run to where your room is in the house to shower & get dressed ready for the event. As you put on your shoes you text Javi

*where are you? I need to leave to go help mum

*in my study… your going so soon🥺

*unfortunately yes

You grab your bag & head to the study & see Javi clicking away at his computer & knock twice as you would normally do. He’s in his swim shorts & an open floral shirt as he spins around to see you.

“Afternoon” he says coyly smirking looking you up & down his eyes undressing you.

“Hi Javi, I really do need to go or my mum will kill me”

“No she won’t”

“Yes she will it’s…”

“Not if I’ve already sent Diaz over there to help her set up” Javi interrupts & you look shocked. Diaz is Javis personal trainer.

“Why would…”

“Because I told him I’ve had a works out today” you both blush & you shuffle a little bit awkwardly towards him. The smirk on his face you can tell he doesn’t want to let you go. “& I’m his boss”

“Do all your employees do that Javi? Just do what you want at the snap of your fingers?”

“& more, some go above & beyond” he realises how that’s come out & you can see the concern in his eyes. He didn’t mean it to sound like he way paying you to be his girlfriend or have sex with him.

“Javi if this is going to be awkward I can resign or we don’t have to do this. What happened today & last night was phenomenal but I…”

“I love you…” Javi says & your jaw drops. “I always have, I always will, I’m not wasting anymore time. No one else can do the job like you & im not going to make up any excuse. I want you , I need you, I love you” he then whispers your name seductively biting your ear lobe & you drop your bad on the floor as you stroke his arm & then tenderly kiss him.

“Javi… I.. I..”

“Don’t say it back because you think you have to, but deep down we both know you do” he says.

“No Javi, I think I need to call my mum tell her I’m really delayed.” You smile your eyes dancing & looking back at Javi. His beam back at you before you turn around & lock the office door, to make sure no one can walk in on you enjoying each other. A view for just the two of you.

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A Tale of 2 Javi's - Complete

Now married to the infamous Javi Gutierrez, what happens when you need the help of Javier Peña, the man that destroyed your heart?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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for-a-longlongtime · 7 months

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Sunday Fan Fic Poll Time

Alright, let’s throw another poll out there. Many authors have their own distinct style in how they present their stories. So this one is about pairings and points of view!

Often fic will be written from the readers (your) perspective, but there are other options. Like third person: maybe an original character (she/her/they) whose name is used frequently, or perhaps an existing character like Anika (The Bubble), Gabriella (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent), Santiago or Benny (Triple Frontier).

Another third person POV is when PPCs (that’s Pedro Pascal Characters, for those of you new to fanfic) are in a crossover fic, such as Dieter/Marcus Moreno or Ezra/Joel - there are some outstanding fics out there that do this so well.

Regardless of a pairing, there’s a lot of fic that’s written from the PP Character point of view; you’re in Dave’s head experiencing the story, or finding out how Marcus Pike feels about the person he’s with (he’ll probably will want to move in together soon 🙃). Maybe you prefer that instead of a reader POV? Or a switch between Frankie and reader’s perspective to find out how they both feel?

I know this is a broad question, but I’m really really curious what YOU like and want to read more of.

(Note: I meant to write second person POV - not first - for the reader option below, but can’t edit it anymore)

Please feel free to reblog, would love to get a lot of opinions!

#pedro pascal character fic #Pedro pascal character smut #fanfiction polls #character polls #fan fiction #nerding out about writing #x reader #polling #research #authors #fan fic #slash fic #crossover pairings

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tanktopgallavich · 9 months

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🌟Two Tag Games 🌟

I was tagged in these two tag games by these lovely people: @milkmaidovich, @juliakayyy, @celestialmickey and @lupeloto 🥰

TAG GAME #1

favorite color: teal

currently reading:

fic-wise, i just started "The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher" by Shamelessquestions after being intimidated by the length for a while.

book-wise, I am reading "Never Let Me Go" by Kazuo Ishiguro," "I Thought It Was Just Me (But It Isn't)" by Brene Brown and "How Not to Drown in a Glass of Water" by Angie Cruz.

last song: human by the killers

last series: only murders in the building

last movie: the unbearable weight of massive talent (i love you, pedro pascal 💖)

currently working on: mocking up a cross sttich for gallacrafts, some silly text posts

TAG GAME #2

name: ri

first fandom you became a part of? i was simultaneously in fandoms for several daytime soaps

what was the first tv show fandom you joined? the soap opera fandoms. i was in the fan clubs, on the message boards and went to meet-and-greets.

how old were you? early teens

latest tv/movie fandom you became a part of? shameless, my beloved

a tv/movie fandom you haven't joined but like to creep on? i causally follow the mandalorian fandom

your favorite fandom? i'd say the one that occupies most of my brain cells--shameless

the tv show that gives you the most brainrot? definitively shameless

the fictional couple that gives you the most brainrot? gallavich and boy do they give me the brainrotiest brainrot 🤪

guilty pleasure fictional couple? gallavich, but i have zero guilt. i am, as they say, ~shameless~

guilty pleasure tv show? it's always sunny in philadelphia

and finally, something that made you happy this week? i baked some really delicious cinnamon buns and brought some over to a friend who just moved. i also caught up on "only murders in the building."

oof, it feels like forever since i've done a tag game and tagged people😅

@francesrose3, @ian-galagher, @iansw0rld, @suzy-queued, @deedala, @grumble-fish, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @suchagallabitch, @too-schoolforcool, @michellemisfit, @heymrspatel, @transmickey, @gallawitchxx, @flamingbluepanda, @depressedstressedlemonzestt, @gardenerian, @ardent-fox, @lingy910y, @vintagelacerosette, @mishervellous, @thisdivorce, @southsidestory

#tag game #about me

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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I posted 8,794 times in 2022

That's 1,864 more posts than 2021!

1,286 posts created (15%)

7,508 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@insomniamamma

@grogusmum

@writeforfandoms

@inthetags

@ithinkwehitametaphor

I tagged 6,498 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#<3 <3 <3 - 1,795 posts

#beautiful reader - 397 posts

#this broke me - 259 posts

#din djarin - 205 posts

#mandalorian fanart - 162 posts

#ask games - 143 posts

#tag games - 97 posts

#maia draws - 94 posts

#grogu - 87 posts

#i love him - 86 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#how terribly sad it is that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living. --jostein gaarder

My Top Posts in 2022:

(spoiler, it's all PATS and Sweets)

The Tolerant Devotion of Extracurricular Caretaking

(BANANA BREAD WITH BAKING CHIPS- Sweets Series)

Rating: T. Fluffy AF.

Fandom: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)

Warnings: Javi is...not at his best. Whiny!Javi.

Summary: The hardest part of your job is taking care of a sick Javi. But in many ways, it’s also the best part.

A/N: I hadn’t planned this installment but for an ask that came through asking what Javi’s like when he’s sick. My answer got longer and longer until I thought it might be a nice moment to illustrate a time that Javi isn’t the sweetest–yet still cute AF–so here we are. Also, I started thinking about some of the other employees in the house. I imagine they’re something like a little found family all hand-picked by Javi. You’ll get to meet a couple of them here.

Lo siento = Sorry

Me corto los cojones = here it’s akin to saying “I swear to God” or “sure as shit.” (Literally “I’ll cut my balls.”)

If you’re curious where the nickname “Sunday” comes from, you can find the answer in the first fic at the series masterlist!

“Oh, lo siento, Néstor! That’s mine. Isn’t it your day off?” You’d come into the kitchen to find the cook lifting the pot cover and getting a good whiff of the steamy concoction.

“Sí. But I will be doing a market run tomorrow and forgot to count how many lemons we have. You keep using them for the lemonade. What is this?”

Néstor is a good-looking man in his early fifties, bald, thick-rimmed glasses, tall and sturdy, rarely smiles on the outside. He’s prone to wearing tight-fitting black clothes, a very imposing figure…unless you scan all the way down to his pink kitchen crocs, festooned with Disney pop charms. He’s a big fan of Coco and Baby Yoda.

“It’s my grandmother’s chicken noodle soup.”

His stare is long. Impassible. “It smells fucking amazing. I want this recipe.”

“Of course. It should be ready. You want some?”

“Sí.” Dry as a bone, he collects two bowls from the cabinet and starts ladling up the soup like a bricklayer scooping mortar for a wall, all business, passing the first bowl to you and cradling the second in one square hand, blowing on it a little before taking a sip. “It’s good. Good spices. Chicken is tender. Mm. Chives?”

“Thanks. Yes. Gran used to make it for me when I was sick.”

“You make this for El Jefe, no?” When you duck your head in a nod on your way to the drawer for a spoon, he barks a laugh. “Me corto los cojones you two are like an old married couple.”

Deflecting the blunt jab with a little smile and a sidelong glance, you begin your retreat out of the kitchen

“Eh, Sunday.” Without relinquishing his soup, Néstor moves to the freezer and cupboards, pulling out a couple of items and tossing them on the counter. “Be warned, he is a terrible patient. It will soothe him you make him something sweet. But not too sweet. Not good for sickness. I know he likes your banana bread.” Two black and frozen bananas clatter onto a plate near the hot soup to thaw.

“Oh,” you stammer. “But I don’t have–”

“Yes you do.” Reaching up to a high cupboard and moving a couple of flour packets, he pulls out two bags of baking chips, one chocolate, one cinnamon. “If I don’t hide them, he will eat them.”

“That sounds about right.” Again you turn to go. Again you stop. “He told you about my banana bread?”

Taking a long sip of the soup and stopping to chew a noodle, he nods, stoic, a warm glint in his eye. “He tells me a lot of things.” He tips his chin at the bowl in your hands. “That is going to get cold.”

“Right. See you tomorrow, Néstor. Thanks.”

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A knock on the door earns you a pitiful “nnnnnnnnn” from inside Javi’s bedroom and you take that to mean “yes, come in, but oh my god I’m miserable and you should know it.”

Half of Javi’s face is lost in his pillow when you peek in, but the eye you can see squints at you in defiance, his chin curling up in a pout, his voice a low croak. “I feel like shit.” A couple of pathetic coughs wrack his body and he turns his face fully into the pillow to spare you.

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Good. Things. Take. Time. 3: Leap of Faith

Fandom: Calls (THIS IS AN APPLE TV SERIES. PATS is a character. This is not RPF.)

Pairing: Pedro Across the Street x f!reader

Rating: ***Explicit.*** Those under 18 please do not enter.

Warnings: Wall-to-wall angst. Sex. Sex work. Sexual massage. Painful yearning.

A/N: Breathe. I promise that the sun does shine again.

Summary: This is it, isn’t it. This is happening.

RESIGNATION (1.2k)

DISCERNMENT (967 words)

THE FIRST LEAP (843 words)

THE SECOND LEAP (349 words)

THE THIRD LEAP (653 words)

THE FINAL ASSESSMENT (1.5k)

MOVING ON (492 words)

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RESIGNATION

The black Subaru hatchback you’re parked behind has a “I brake for animals” bumper sticker. It’s been on there a while; sun faded, shredding at the edges. The other cars on the street you know, the regular Thursday crowd. Most people in this neighborhood park in their garages or in their driveways. Someone must have a guest. You doubt it’s his car.

You realize you have no idea what kind of car Patricio drives.

You’ve done more sexual acts with the man than you can count, have pressed moments of his painful past out of him like a fruit in a juicer, he’s bought you breakfast pastries–twice–and you have no idea if he’s a Ford man or a Fiat boy.

He’s in I.T… Probably a BMW. Or an Audi. Maybe even a Tesla.

Doesn’t matter. Perhaps you’ll never know. Not unless you take a leap of faith. And even then…if you fail, you’ll really never know.

Your car engine clicks through the silence as it cools down, as you watch the clock, preferring as always to arrive just a little early and walk up to the door right on time.

A little too early this time. You’ve given yourself too much time to think.

It’s like he’s put himself behind glass. He’s right there, the same lover you’ve known since that first blissful session, but you just…can’t…get at him. There’s a strange energy in the room now. Hard to pinpoint the exact metaphor. The way he looks at you. Like a monk recognizing the temptation in front of him and denying himself the pleasure in order to save his own soul and stay free to save others. You can see him back there behind those eyes, but you can’t really grab hold. He prefers to remain back there with his pain–the hurt he caused his former girlfriend–a deep, deep wound.

And if you tried to…tried to push through and possess…what would he do?

There’s a good chance that it could be your last session.

You’re not ready. You need some other logic, some other–

A double-tap on the passenger window yanks your focus into the present. A look to the window yanks your heart along with it.

“Hey, sorry,” he laughs nervously once you unlock the door and he ducks his head in. “I saw you out the front window. Would you mind coming in a little early?”

A glance at the clock shows you have eight more minutes.

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The Blatant Presentation of Glowing Adoration

(DIPPED MADELEINES- Sweets Series)

Rating: T. Fluffy AF.

Fandom: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)

Warnings: Sappy, y’all. I just pile on the sap. This cupcake is just a vehicle for the frosting.

Summary: There’s a party going on at the Gutierrez mansion and Javi has a gift for you.

A/N: This was originally going to be a two-parter to control the sap, but I thought maybe drawing it out would make it worse, so here we are. Sunday’s dress is based on this one and holy balls I want it.

If you’re curious where the nickname “Sunday” comes from, you can find the answer in the first fic at the series masterlist!

“No, no Giorgio, they need to stay here! Um…las plantas…aquí…shit.” You pull out your phone, desperate for the translation app.

The old Italian gardener rasps out a dry laugh and pats your face with a calloused hand, and gives you his own brand of sunshine with his weathered smile. He says something about it being alright, that he’ll make it pretty, but you can only guess at so much. Spanish you can do, but your Italian is limited, and since Javi is fluent in both, the old man never bothers to translate.

You’d had the big potted palms brought into the courtyard and arranged just so, creating a kind of pathway for the guests of the evening’s party to walk through, and here was Giorgio and his wheeled cart, loading them up, thinking perhaps they were a delivery and he needs to take them out to the garden.

“Giorgio, they’re for the party. The fiesta. Uh…fest..uh, festa!!”

“Festa!” he chuckles. “Sí, sí, festa delle piante!”

“No, Giorgio–”

“Sunday?” Javi arrives from the archway, your benevolent savior, his curls still damp from his shower, the drawstring linen lounge pants and mostly open shirt just a temporary wardrobe for padding around his house before the formal main event this evening. “You are here! I have been looking for you, I have–”

“Oh, thank god, Javi, could you help me? I know Giorgio wants to help but I can’t get him to understand the arrangement and I don’t have time to explain–”

“Yes, yes, of course I can do this.” It isn’t until Javi gently lays his hands on your shoulders that you realize how high you’ve been holding them, and they melt downward with a stroke of his palms. He smiles through his minor concern. “It will be alright. Everything will be perfect. Please do not be upset. Okay? You work too hard.”

You relax a little as Javi enters into lyric conversation with the gardener, trusting him to do the explaining. But the ice sculptures will be delivered any moment and you’ve left the gratuity envelope on your desk, so you leave him to it, calling out a thanks over your shoulder.

“Sunday? Wait?”

But you’re already moving down the hallway.

When Javi suggested you hire a PR agent for this party, you should have taken him up on it. After a recent sickness, both of you were still playing catch up. But this party was for family. His cousin Niko–a young up-and-coming fashion designer–had just landed a commission with Loewe. It was a big deal and everyone was proud of him. Javi never overlooked an excuse for a party, and it was usually your job to coordinate them. It got to be a bit more extravagant than you originally planned and you’d lost track of time and–

As you pass the kitchen, a different voice booms–

“Sunday. Your assistance por favor.”

“Sorry, Néstor. Can it wait? I have to–”

“No, it cannot, get your bum bum in here.”

Puffing up your cheeks, you give a frustrated blow entering his arena, Néstor’s immaculate baking counter lined beautifully with golden, fluffy madeleines, half of them dipped in white, the other in dark.

“This is what you want?” He gestures flippantly, walking away to gather mixing bowls and bringing them to the sink.

“Oh, they’re perfect. Niko will be so happy!”

“I know they are perfect. But you must taste them. I think maybe your opinion is wrong and I will make some that are plain with dusted sugar. These two? Profiles too similar. Taste.”

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The Superfluous Meeting of Utmost Importance

(ORANGE VANILLA POPSICLES - Sweets Series)

Rating: T. Fluffy AF.

Fandom: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)

Warnings: Please schedule an appointment with your dentist before reading this fic.

Summary: It’s the day of the meeting.

A/N: Okay, y’all. You asked for the meeting where Javi confesses the love everyone here and everyone in the household knows he has for Sunday, so here it is. However. It’s not the only meeting Javi’s concerned with.

This one’s from Javi’s POV and I hope you enjoy that. I loved getting into his curly little head.

Audemars Piguet = a very expensive watch. Believe me.

If you’re curious where the nickname “Sunday” comes from, you can find the answer in the first fic at the series masterlist!

The way the sunlight kisses your hair, how you move your jaw when you’re thinking–a way of not clenching it in stress–the way your fingers skip over your keyboard. You’re determined to get your work done by his 2pm meeting today.

A meeting you’d set the date and time for per his request–he smirks–to “confess.”

Javi is completely in love with you. Has been for a while now. He’s never felt the need to hide it. It’s not a revelation, it’s just an everyday truth.

You’re wearing one of the tops you brought with you when you took the job months ago. It’s cute on you. It’s the second time you’ve worn it this week. He could buy you a whole closet of clothes, enough to never wear the same thing twice, but you wouldn’t ask for that and he’d never insist.

You don’t care about his money. You’re happy to have a room in the house, but you eschewed the down comforter for your grandmother’s afghan and he even had to push you to choose your office furniture or you would have gone without. The only time he can give you extravagant things and get a reaction out of you is with high end meals…but even then, it can’t just be expensive, it has to be good and prepared well before you lose yourself in a blissful sigh. You appreciate his gifts but value his attention and trust more than anything else, he can see that, see the shine in your eyes when he asks for your opinion or tells you something he’s never admitted to anyone else.

He loves this about you. He loves that he could buy you a Monet and you’d still rather look at the moon.

He knows he doesn’t have to tell you. But he wants to say the words and leave you no doubt. Grins broadly when he thinks about it, feels comfort all the way through to the marrow.

But which words? How to say it? He isn’t sure yet.

Leaning pigeon-toed against the doorway to your office, he watches you for a moment, your back to the door. Even though you’ve positioned your desk to look out at the ocean, you spend much less time staring out the window than he does. He wishes you wouldn’t work so hard–your dedication creates a beautiful, taut ping in his chest–but he knows you enjoy it and he’d be lost without you and your devotion. It is good that you’re different than him in this regard.

A glance down at his Audemars Piguet shows it’s just turning 11. Three hours then. Maybe he’ll go for a swim.

But instead of taking the stairs and heading for the pool, he suddenly has the spark of an idea and heads past them to the kitchen.

“Ah. Néstor, hi.”

“Buenos dias, jefeeeeeee.” The garlic he’s mincing holds the cook’s attention, but he sings off a dry greeting.

The kitchen counter is covered in bowls and plates full of freshly chopped and grated ingredients for tonight’s dinner–a special meal for a special night–they both know how much you like Néstor’s homemade wood fired pizza. A margherita, a pugliese, a prosciutto crudo e rucola… he will keep creating and firing them until you’re both full and then he will keep going so that there will be leftovers for the cook’s day off.

Javi rocks on his feet as he watches Néstor stir the simmering sauce on the stovetop, waiting for a moment when he won’t be too much of a bother, but his patience runs out. He asks the cook for his help. To help Javi make something himself. Something sweet. He doesn’t know what though. He just came up with the idea a minute ago.

Néstor swirls the wooden spoon through the steaming tomatoes, silently, expertly, taking his time and assessing the texture. “Para Sunday?” He asks, frowning, not looking up from his gentle mixing.

“Sí.”

“Hoy es el dia de la confesion, eh.”

“Ah, sí.” That’s right. He told Néstor about the meeting last night at the party, hoping for advice from the confidante but only receiving a thoughtful stare and the assurance that he would plan something special for dinner.

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658 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Good. Things. Take. Time. 2: One Bed

Fandom: Calls (THIS IS AN APPLE TV SERIES. PATS is a character. This is not RPF.)

Pairing: Pedro Across the Street x f!reader

Rating: ***Explicit.*** Those under 18 please do not enter.

Warnings: Masturbation (f and implied m), hand job, oral (m receiving), feather light dom/sub/switch, P & V (unprotected but with prior safety agreements), kissing, praise in droves, instruction compliance, the usual implication of nefarious massage practices / something like sex work. PLOT. Boring shit about database programming, characters you’ve come to know outside their element, a drop of angst, yearning across a crowded room, character shock and name swap (wait...what?), and, as always, PATS* is his own warning. *Now with more soft.

A/N: I was getting ready to write a one-bed fic and asked y’all to vote on a character. Another boy won, but at one point, PATS was in the lead and I panicked. How do you write a one-bed fic with characters whose whole playing ground IS a bedroom? My brain wouldn’t shake the challenge and this is what happened. I will also say: this is not a direct sequel to the first fic. It continues the entire series that’s been building through the sessions.

I have more notes, mostly thank yous to y’all. You can find them at the end.

Anti-Summary: “This can be a pause. Pause of treatment-client relations. What happens in this room isn’t what happens in your room. That space is sacred and I don't want to compromise that in any way. And if it’s a pause, it’s a complete pause. No touching, just sleep.” (Adira’s note: hahahhAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH GOOD TRY.)

As with the original fic, this will be broken into sections if you need to take a breath.

REGISTRATION (1.4K)

DISORIENTATION (1.8K)

THE FIRST CONUNDRUM (512 words)

THE SECOND CONUNDRUM (784 words)

THE THIRD CONUNDRUM (958 words)

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED (3.8K)

ASSESSMENT (1K)

REGISTRATION

“I want you to repeat as necessary this week. The key is to enjoy yourself, Preciosa. Feel free to log in and make a note about how you felt when you started, how many times you came, and how you feel at the end. I’d like to hear about it. See you next week.”

You tap your phone on its dash mount to wake it up and press the replay button.

“Hey. So…I’ve never actually done this with a client, so thanks for being my guinea pig. I know you like to try new things. Again, sorry I had to bail on our session, but maybe this will be fun so… Take off your clothes and get yourself comfortable. I’m gonna talk you through a few things. And I want you to imagine I’m there with you, okay? Your hands are my hands–”

It’s the third time you’ve listened to the half-hour recording. After the first go through, you had to find a rest stop and pull over. When you’d finally emerged out of the single-stall restroom, you had to apologize to three angry women waiting in line. You couldn’t–and wouldn’t–do what he told you to do in a public stall, no matter how cleanly it was kept, but it was easy enough to just get a quick fix and clean yourself up so you could keep driving. Sure, listening to Pedro’s mellow tones guide you through the most intense self-satisfaction scenario you could possibly imagine while going 70 on the highway wasn’t the best idea. But as long as you keep your hands on the wheel it should be okay.

__________________

–I’m sorry about this, Preciosa, but I won’t be able to keep our appointment on Thursday. Life is getting in the way. If you don’t mind though, I’d like to make it up to you.

The chat had been waiting for you on Sunday morning when you logged into the portal and he was still active.

–Make it up to me? I’m the one who’s getting weekly sessions at a bi-weekly rate.

–Plus tip.

Oh yeah. That.

–Hey. You deserve it.

The chat sits for a full minute.

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clownkibum · 1 year

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tagged by: @virtqiu & @hyunniefever

last song: We Are - One Ok Rock

last movie: The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent (action comedy with Nicolas Cage playing “himself” and Pedro Pascal, it’s actually hilarious)

last show: My Hero Academia (i watched the newest season)

currently watching: i’m not really watching anything currently but i’ve been thinking about starting Haikyu! or Yuri On Ice

currently reading: my fanfiction tabs are between me and god and my most recently read book is so embarrassing (i reread twilight. we don’t have to talk about or acknowledge this fact)

currently working on: so many things at once. always. most recently my fic for the jaemjen xmas exchange fest *it’s a secret*, an svt sorority house au, a puppy play domino fic, and a short sekai college au

favorite color: green (emerald, sage) or purple (lavender)

sweet/savory/spicy: sweet. all my teeth are my sweet tooth. but i also love a curry so spicy it makes me cry a little. so

coffee/tea/cocoa: i think they all have a time and place. but i have at least one cup of coffee every day (usually way more than one). i really like mochas which is pretty much both coffee and cocoa at the same time. i like mint or green teas and will occasionally do a classic black tea. big fan of hot cocoas especially when it’s cold or just at night.

craving: i’ve been craving good dark chocolate for days now

tagging: @bunbuttbread @cupidtennie @imjaebabie @/anyone reading this

yes, you you know, if you want

#tag yourself #about clownkibum

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prolix-yuy · 2 years

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Hey, I’m LJ!

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endorspeaches · 3 years

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Press Junket

Warnings: a bit of angst? mainly fluff

Pairings: Femme/ Female Reader x Pedro Pascal

Summary: Press junkets are a piece of cake for you. Until you get to interview your celebrity crush. What could go wrong?

Listen with: Un Beso - Aventura

A/N: I have no idea what goes on at press junkets luckily the internet helps so I tried my best to keep it as true as possible also this is a one-shot possibly my first series? let me know what you think! hope you all enjoy (:

This fic is for my sister. Happy Birthday, Sunshine<3

You had your normal lineup of interviews for your press junkets throughout the week. You go over your paperwork and at the bottom you see.

Pedro Pascal: The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent. also starring Nicolas Cage and Tiffany Haddish.

"Breathe Y/N let's not get ahead of ourselves." you look down at the list of the week as if his name was going to disappear.

Like always you begin your prep work for each actor or actress on your list. Researching their previous work, the work they are currently promoting, or future things that are in the works. You often check fandom accounts to see what burning questions the fan bases have. You couldn't focus, all you thought about was THE FREAKING INTERVIEW YOU HAD WITH PEDRO PASCAL! You pushed through your list and finally arrive at Pedro's name. All the excitement you had, all the questions you thought you had GONE. Your brain is wiped clean and anxiety is kicked into high gear.

You did your best to get your questions in order and submitted them for publicist approval. You got little to no sleep the entire week before the junket. You get an email of approval with an emoji! Normally you got a dry email saying "approved" only. You can imagine how many emails they go through beforehand, how many newbies they have to correct or remove, you are sure it's a tedious process. An emoji was new. A new kind of nervousness set it.

The week ran smooth, with minor hiccups but nothing you hadn't already experienced before. You felt pretty confident working junkets. The day you interview Pedro Pascal has arrived and you get to the hotel early making sure you are not stuck in journalist lobby hell. You get your badge and proceed to the hall and await your time slot. You were lucky enough to get an early slot, press junkets are tightly run ships and give little wiggle room.

You enter the curtains a bit early and sit in the chair and breathe trying to calm your nerves.

"Mr. Pascal will be down in a few minutes, we will be testing the lighting and sound I hope that's okay," a tech says.

"That's perfectly ok, can I listen to some music?" you ask.

"Sure as long as it's good music. Just jokin' but you're welcome to listen to music it'll actually help us with sound." they nod.

"Thank you, let me know if I need to turn it down." you smile.

"I'll be on the other side of the curtain, I'll give you a heads up before the talent arrives," they wink and disappear to the other side of the curtain.

You pull your phone out, and press play on your lock screen.

"Un Beso by Aventura" begins to play.

You begin flipping through your cards, rehearsing your questions a bit so you're not constantly looking at the cards during the entire interview. Just mumbling the words to yourself when you hear a voice.

"Hay una mujerrrrrr, Que domina mis sentidos con sólo tocar mi piellllll. Y como a mí tambiéeeeeeeen. A otro hombre esto le puede suceder..." a voice behind the curtain sings.

You lower the volume and blush a bit. "I didn't think you knew Spanish but I knew my song choice wouldn't disappoint." you joke. The curtain opens and Pedro smiles, "Of course! This song is the best!"

You feel your face turn bright red and wish you could melt and disappear into your seat. He is having his mic put on and he's doing a little dance. He raises his shirt allowing the audio tech to adjust his mic cable. You glace and see his Hugo Boss underwear and quickly look away as soon as he adjusts his shirt back down.

"I thought you were the tech person who came in here earlier, I apologize," you blush.

"No worries," he smiles brightly at you.

Did it suddenly get hot in here? You suddenly felt like you were sweating bullets. You take a hold of the armrest and try your best not to stutter over your own words.

"I'm normally not allowed near the aux." you try to joke as casually as possible for all you know you probably sound crazy.

"What?! I'd permanently put you on aux cord duty! Are you kidding me?" he says excitingly as he stands across from you.

"Thank you, I think our car rides would be loads of fun." you stand hoping your knees don't buckle under you. Thinking about not blushing made it harder to concentrate on your knees.

"I'm Pedro, and can I say we are already on a great start! I feel so energized so thank you." he claps his hands together then extends his hand out.

"It is so nice to meet you, My name is Y/N." lucky for you your hand isn't as sweaty as you feel the rest of your body is. You reach out and shake his hand.

You take a moment to acknowledge the handshake. His hands are soft but his grip is tight but not aggressive. You swear he'd give the best hugs. You look up from the handshake and see Pedro watching you with the sweetest smile.

"Fantastic handshake Y/N. Most journalists' hands are all moist and weird, I appreciate a great handshake." he brushes back his hair.

Honestly, are we near a furnace?

You sit in your seat and he follows your lead. "Thank you, I feel handshakes make a big first impression." you pull your phone out and pause the song.

"Your song made a great first impression and your handshake made it even greater, I was hoping we'd just hang out and listen to your music." he teases.

"Nice try, we gotta get a couple questions in if you don't mind." you shrug trying to play off his flirty vibe.

"We can go on only if we swap playlists at some point." he smiles and makes eye contact. It makes you weak. You want to blame your lack of sleep for feeling so frenzied.

"Your questions have been so good! I feel like a broken record most of the time answering the same thing over and over all day. You know it's actually really hard to rephrase the same answer." he says with a visible look of horror on his face as if he saw into his future.

"I'm so sorry about the rest of the day, I wish I could stay with you all day. I learned early to keep the interviewee on their toes. It makes things fun and just easy. I can only imagine your entire day being asked the same daytime tv bs. It gets old to watch I know I wouldn't be able to stand answering it." you play around with the note cards.

"Interviews like this make it better, I was jet-lagged, sleepy, and maybe a bit tired. Now I feel like I could possibly run a marathon. Don't quote me though." he laughs adjusting himself in his chair.

"Well I'm sorry to say but I believe our time is about up, I want to thank you for your time and the many laughs. Again I'm such a fan of your work and I'm truly excited to see this movie. You always understand the assignment and just really make the projects you are in that much better." you gush as you lock eyes with him.

"Oh thank you! I shouldn't take all the credit but I totally will!" he giggles in the cutest way possible.

You try your hardest not to blush, you think you've done pretty well so far.

"You know Y/N I'd like to take you up on that car ride you spoke about earlier. We don't have to swap playlists. Tell you what we can listen to them till they end. Who knows they might be on a loop and probably never end." he blushes and bites his lip and places his hand on the side of his face.

"Well..." you begin to say.

You can see him begin to get a bit nervous and also giddy at the same time. He nods at you as he moves his hand across his face over his mouth. He looks excited and nervous waiting for your answer.

"... as long as you tell me the truth about my playlist," you watch him light up at your response.

"I'll be honest always y/n," he stands and extends both arms.

A HUG? You literally feel as if the room is spinning. Did your blood pressure take a deep dive or did it skyrocket? You feel your heart about to beat out of your chest. You begin to stand and decide to give him a polite side hug. As you take a step over to him you trip on a cable and stumble right into his arms.

"Nice catch huh Y/N," he says as he looks down at you.

"OMG I- um oh my ... uh- sorry, I mean thank you!" you shake your head at yourself. WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING!?

"No need to be sorry, I always got you." he gushes.

You realize you're still in his arms, you stand up and don't know what to do with yourself. You do a slight shuffle making sure not to stumble again. You look at Pedro and he's admiring you lose yourself in nervousness.

Pedro rubs the back of his neck and shoves his other hand into his pocket, "So... about that date..."

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princessbatears · 2 years

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Union - Chapter 8

Casa Werewolf Series #8

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Before you and Javi can progress in your relationship further, you have to say a goodbye Warnings: we’ve hit lime territory folks, sexual foreplay (but no written full sex/smut), nudity, sexual arousal, language, minor alcohol use, mention of post-pregnancy body changes, mild spoilers for TUWOMT, parental anxiety, panic attack, grief over the loss of a spouse Words: 3.3k

Your extremities are tingling with adrenaline as the question “Does the paparazzi take pictures of you?” comes out of your mouth.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, have there been photos of you? Your children? Could someone out there be looking into your family? Somehow discover your secret? Why did you ever think you could date a billionaire? Especially one with an actor brother? You never even considered the paparazzi!

What the hell is wrong with you? How could you let your hormones just take over and throw all sense out the window? Now you’re falling in love with a man who can get your family killed!

Your Wolf claws at your chest, a torrent of rage, fear and hurt over how this could actually be the end of everything you’ve worked so hard to create.

“No, no; no paparazzi,” Javi’s saying, his hands cupping your face as he looks into your eyes. “Hey, you’re okay. Focus on me and breathe. You’re safe. They’re safe. Just breathe.”

His touch and his words break through the panic and settle the Wolf a little. Realizing your irises are probably yellow, you close them and focus on inhaling through your nose and out your mouth.

He wraps an arm around your middle, murmuring, “Keep your eyes closed. I’ll find us somewhere to sit.” And he quickly guides you out of the queue and down the sidewalk, occasionally saying, “Perdón,” to anyone you cut in front of.

The way he uses quiet assertion to get you elsewhere further calms you. Soon, you’re seated on a bench. He sits next to you, the comforting warmth of his hip and thigh against yours.

“Is this better?” Javi asks, lightly stroking your arm.

“Yeah,” you exhale, opening your eyes. “Are they normal?”

“Close enough. I am so sorry about the tabloid. I should have warned you that you might see him on them sometimes. But they don’t care about me. I mean, a few years ago I had some success with a movie script of mine, but that died down pretty quickly. And it taught me that I prefer being behind the scenes instead of the spotlight.”

You hug yourself, visions of a photo of your family in the newspaper still haunting you. “They’re good at their jobs and you might not know they’re following you!”

His expression and voice are gentle. “As flattered as I am that you think me worthy of following, I assure you that nobody cares about me around here except that I employ many of people in my company and occasionally throw a great party. You and me, we’ve gone out and about multiple times, but have we ever once been approached by someone who seemed the least bit interested in us?”

“I guess not…” That does reassure you. And the Wolf reminds you that it’s unlikely someone could stalk you without her notice.

“Mi luz, I value my privacy and safety very highly, and I value you and the niños’ even more. I swear, I would not put you in a situation where people would be taking photos of you, even at your most human.”

Of course he wouldn’t. He’s bent over backwards to make you and the children safe and comfortable.

Embarrassment floods you as you realize just how much you overreacted. He must be so tired of dealing with your freak-outs.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you moan, covering your face with your hands. “I panicked. Again.”

His lips press against your temple. “Of course you did. It’s what’s kept you alive all these years, being hyper-vigilant. I don’t blame you for worrying. And, when David does come to the island, he’s mostly ignored because everyone around here thinks of him as my little brother.”

There’s a twitch of a smirk that can only come from an older sibling one-upping the younger ones, and it makes you laugh a little. “No wonder he doesn’t live here, with that kind of chain around his neck.”

Javi hisses in mock pain. “You’re as vicious as Tallulah.”

It’s your turn to smirk. “She has to get it from somewhere.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“For what? My family nearly giving you a heart attack?”

“No,” you smile. “For not being angry with me for my reaction. And for helping me get somewhere less crowded so I could calm down. It’s been a really long time since I could trust someone to do that.”

He nuzzles your hair with his cheek. “I’m honored to be that person.”

It’s then that you register a thought you had in the midst of your anxiety. As you consider it, the feeling spreads through you and your Wolf. Beautiful, terrifying, foreign yet familiar: the beginning of love.

- - -

It’s so easy to integrate Javi into your lives. Over the next several weeks, a routine develops that causes everyone in your family to flourish.

You and he do regular day dates while the children are at school, talking, eating delicious food, and kissing every chance you get. He even gives you a peek into his Nicolas Cage shrine, which is somehow endearingly disturbing.

Often, he comes for supper to spend time with the children, and, every Friday, he has you all over for a pizza and movie night.

Making frequent visits to Javi’s home, you get to know his core staff. Nina, the cook, is a warm grandmotherly figure, always making sure your insatiable children have plenty to eat. Reina, the head housekeeper, is infinitely patient when a wild moment causes a mess. The head of security, Placido, made you nervous at first, his dark eyes always watching. But, thankfully, there are no werewolf incidents and he turns out to be incredibly sweet behind that intimidating exterior.

Possibly your favorite part of being with your new boyfriend is watching him with your babies, both in human and Wolf form. He’s got great parental instincts, knowing how to both encourage and redirect. They thrive under his attention.

He gets to experience every phase of the moon, from the wild full moon, to the quiet new moon when your Wolves sleep and your energy is lower, and then back to the full moon.

There’s a second stay at the safe house. The pups don’t catch anything these nights, either, but they’re getting closer and you’re so proud of them!

As much as you desire to be sexually intimate with Javi, you’ve needed time to get used to being romantically involved with another man before becoming too physical. You’re grateful for how readily Javi goes at your pace.

It’s during the next new moon, as you sit with the quiet of the sleeping Wolf, that you understand how to take the next step.

You lift your favorite photo of Ivan off the wall, all three little babies cradled in his arms, and sit down with it. You lightly trace the planes of his beloved face with the tip of your finger.

“Hello, sweetheart,” you murmur. It’s been a long time since you’ve talked aloud to him like this. You always feel a little bit silly, and comforted, too. “I’ve met someone. Javi. You’d like him. He’s warm and sweet and funny. And a human.”

A beat of silence as a complicated mixture of emotions threaten to overwhelm you.

“I never thought I’d feel secure again after you died. Or able to love another man,” your voice cracks. “But I feel safe with him. And I love him. He’s so solid and accepting. The kids adore him and he has already stepped up as a father.”

A lump forms in your throat, only easing when you let yourself cry. “I’ll always love you. And it’s time for me and our babies to start a new chapter.”

The cleansing tears last for a long time. When you’re finally empty of them, you feel much lighter. A weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying has lifted.

You’re returning the photo to its rightful place on the wall when your cell rings. It’s Javi. Smiling, you answer, “Hey, Javi.”

“Are you sick?” he immediately fusses, hearing the roughness of your voice.

“No,” you sigh, sinking back into the chair. “I needed a good cry.”

“Do you want me to come over? I can bring you food. And I’ll pick up the children from school so you can rest.”

Closing your eyes, you smile, loving how he wants to help. “I'm all right, but thanks. Stay on the phone with me for a while, though?”

“Of course. Tell me what’s made you upset.”

“I’m not upset, exactly. I was telling Ivan about you. And saying a new kind of goodbye to him.”

Javi hums gently, letting you know he’s listening.

“Now that you’ve come into my life, it was time for me to give myself permission to make room for you in my heart. I know that he wouldn’t have wanted me to be alone for the rest of my life. Hell, he’d probably be upset I waited as long as I did. But… I think I was waiting for you.”

“I was waiting for you, too,” he says certainly. “And it’s well worth it.”

You close your eyes, letting his words wash over you like a sweet breeze.

“We still on for supper and a movie at my place tonight?”

“A low-key, comfy night is exactly what I need.”

“And you shall have it!”

Javi keeps that promise. Takeout pizza in the media room to watch The Croods. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Javi’s choice, despite being a Nic Cage movie. It was Tallulah’s turn to pick.

All five of you pile on one of the big, leather sofas. Javi on one end, you on the other. Astrid crawls into his lap about ten minutes into it, snuggling happily against his chest.

The movie’s a hit with the kiddos, who think it’s absolutely hysterical. But it’s a Friday night and the new moon with lots of pizza in their bellies. Not even a funny movie can keep them from falling asleep two-thirds of the way through.

“They are out,” Javi chuckles, lightly patting Bo’s back.

You brush some hair off Tallulah’s temple before kissing it. She doesn’t stir.

"Would it be all right if we sleep here tonight? I'd rather not wake them up too much when they obviously need sleep." It shows just how far you've come in your relationship with him that you don't hesitate to ask.

He brightens. “Of course.”

You and he carry the kids upstairs to a guest suite of rooms. The girls go in one room together since they’re not used to sleeping apart and Bo goes in another. There’s a third for you to use. You wake them up just enough to brush their teeth with spare toothbrushes and explain the situation before they collapse into the beds.

��Would you like to retire, too?” Javi asks as you close the door to Bo’s room.

“I’m not quite ready yet.”

The two of you return to the entertainment room where he pours glasses of wine. You snuggle up to him with a contented sigh. “I think, if you’re comfortable, I’d like to tell them about us soon. I know it’s only been six weeks, but, as far as I’m concerned, this is going very well.”

Javi gently rubs your neck with one large hand. His expression is pensive, though, which wasn’t what you were expecting. And you have no access to your heightened senses to feel him out.

“You don’t think so?” Nervousness colors your voice. You’d been so sure he’d be happy about this.

He gives you a quick smile. “I think you are everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s just… I don’t know if the niños are ready to hear about us.”

Your heart is returning from your stomach to its proper place, but you’re still surprised by this thought of his. “What makes you say that?”

Blowing out his breath, he shrugs. “During the full moon, when I took Tallulah and Bo here to feed Marci, we had a conversation. You and Ivan came up, and Tallulah seemed very attached to the love her parents had for each other.”

You squeeze his fingers lightly. “It’s sweet of you to be concerned about her feelings. And it’s true that she is comforted by the story. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t tell them, though. We can help them with the adjustment.”

Javi sighs, nodding. “Yeah, I guess.”

It’s not like him to be so wary. “Is that all that’s bothering you?”

Not meeting your gaze, he says, “I’m a little envious of how much she still wants you and him to be together. Which I know makes me a total piece of shit! But I'm scared she’ll never see me as a papa. That none of them will.”

You set down your wine glass so you can wrap both arms around him, compassion filling you. “Worrying about that doesn’t make you a piece of shit, Javi. It just makes you a person. It’s complicated being involved with our situation, even without the lycanthropy. And you have handled everything with more grace than I could have ever dreamed. You’re allowed to have insecurities sometimes, like everyone else.”

“But they’re just little children! It’s not their job to bolster my emotions.”

“No, it’s not. But that doesn't mean they won't trigger you. Welcome to parenthood,” you chuckle as you press a kiss to his cheek. “Look, I can’t promise that they’re going to be okay with us dating. It might be turbulent for a while. But I'm confident they'll come around because they already love you so much as our friend. If you need more time before we tell them, that's okay. I can wait.

He sighs again, leaning his forehead against yours. “I don't want to keep us a secret anymore. Can we come up with what we’ll say first, though?”

“Of course. And we can run through scenarios, too. Lord knows I practice in the mirror sometimes.”

This makes him smile. His rich brown eyes look directly into yours. “I love you.”

A cascade of feelings and sensations explode through your body like fireworks. For a split second, you’re afraid you’re going to bolt or panic, but that reaction passes in another heart beat.

You smile, kissing him softly, before whispering, “I love you, too, Javi Gutierrez.”

Javi radiates with joy, giving you a very passionate kiss. His hands cup your face in the way you adore so much, as if he’s making sure you don’t go anywhere. His solidness, the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his wine-soaked tongue in your mouth, the growing hardness you feel in his pants, all of it arouses you.

When you both break for breath, you ask, “Could we go to your room for a while?”

“Are you sure?.”

You smile. “I’m sure. I love you. And I’d like the first time with you, a human, to be with me when I’m nearly human. It feels very sweet.”

Javi kisses the end of your nose. “I look forward to exploring all aspects of you, starting with the almost human.”

After making sure the kids are still fast asleep, you go with Javi to his bedroom. He’s quick to put on some mood lighting and music. You unmake the bed. “You have more decorative pillows than any man I’ve ever known,” you tease, piling them on the window seat nearby.

“Ambiance is important,” he says primly.

“I like it.” He cares about everything in his life, from the people to his possessions.

Butterflies flutter in your belly as you begin to remove your top. Will he like what he sees? Will you know how to do it with someone new after all this time?

Javi steps over to you, his hands resting on yours to halt your movements. “May I?” The softness of his voice and the love in his eyes quiet your nerves.

“Yes.”

Slowly, savoringly, he pulls your shirt off. He kisses each shoulder once its bare, his fingers massaging your back. His lips move down the slope of your right breast while he unhooks your bra with a fluid motion. A moan escapes you as he lightly flicks your nipple with his tongue.

Then, both his mouth and his hands move lower. He trails kisses over your stomach, unbuttoning your pants as he does so. He pushes them, along with your panties, down your hips. All self-consciousness about your body goes out the window as he makes love to every curve and stretch mark he can find.

You’re so lost in the electricity spreading across your skin and the heat building inside your core that you don’t register the words he’s saying until he speaks a little louder, “Mi amor, will you lift your foot?”

That’s when you realize you have to step out of your clothes. With a sheepish giggle, you do so, almost stumbling on shaky knees.

He grabs you by the waist. “Are you all right?”

“I’m realizing just how long it’s been since I had sex. And my brain’s scrambling from how good this feels.”

A low, primal sound comes from him. It immediately heats the fire in your belly. “A woman like you deserves to feel incredible things very often.” Taking your hand, he leads you to the bed, where he proceeds to prove to you just how much he means that.

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As you and Javi lay naked together in his bed, you try to recover from the earth-shattering climax you just experienced. Honestly, it could take days.

“The Wolf is going to be very pleased to find out I finally bedded you,” you smirk.

He asks playfully, “Is she?”

“She knew you were mate material the first day we met.”

“I knew I wanted to be with you from that first meeting, too.” He traces a finger along your side, making you squirm and giggle at the ticklish sensation. “What exactly does ‘mate’ mean to werewolves. Is it strictly sexual, or is it more like partner?”

“It means the person you create a life with. Traditionally, marry and have children with.” You try to sound neutral, not wanting to make him feel pressured.

He smiles. “I am definitely mate material.”

Since he seems open to the discussion, you ask, “Do you want your own children?”

Javi hesitates, like he’s afraid he’ll give the wrong answer.

“Be honest,” you encourage. You’d like more pups, but, if he doesn’t, you’re content with the three amazing ones you already have.

“I would, yes. I’d like to raise one from babyhood.”

“In full disclosure,” you chuckle, “if it’s with me, it might be more than one. Spontaneous multiples are extremely common with werewolf mothers.”

He grins. “I could handle twins or another set of triplets.”

“What about quadruplets? Ivan was the littlest of a quadruplet litter.”

His eyes go very wide at this, but then he laughs. “I am up for the challenge.”

You soften, stroking his cheek. “You really are, aren’t you?”

He turns his head so he can kiss your palm. “I was living so small before you came into my life. Now I’m alive with possibilities. Including seven children. Would ours be werewolves if I’m not one?”

“Probably. It seems to be a dominant gene on the mother’s side, so female Wolves in mixed couples often give birth to Wolf kids. When it’s the father who’s a Wolf, it’s not as common.”

“It’s a good thing you’re the Wolf, then,” he purrs. “Because I’m becoming quite addicted to having puppy-children.”

You can’t help pouncing on him again at this statement, entirely turned on by how much he loves all of you.

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Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: perdón - excuse me mi luz - my light mi amor - my love niños - kids

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scorpio-marionette · 2 years

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Thank you for the tag @sturkillerbase

fave colour : Blue green to cyan, that general part of the color wheel. Though I do enjoy a good purple now and then

currently reading : *Checks GoodReads app* Fazbear Frights series, The Rise of Kyoshi (AtLA), As Old as Time (Beauty and the Beast Twisted Tale), and The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Hunger Games); also currently reading @misspearly1 latest Frankie fic

last song: Disconnected by 5 Seconds of Summer

last movie: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent; literally just got back from the theater maybe an hour ago lol

last series: I just started Narcos on Netflix. Before that it's probaby What If...

sweet, spicy or savoury: Savoury and then sweet. Spicy is very rare for me

coffee or tea: Coffee 60% of the time. Tea 20%. Hot chocolate 20%

three ships: Reylo; do not talk to me about how it's toxic. I know. In my head it's better. Harmony, the only HP ship I ever believed in. Valerian and Laureline (I could not find a ship name for them, but I love them)

first ever ship: Hermione and Harry (Harmony)

currently supposed to be working on: 3 different fics; five different pieces if you break it down

comfort food: Mozzarella sticks and garlic bread, and McDonald's fries.

fave time of year: Autumn because it's not too hot and I can layer my clothes how I like

fave fan fiction: @oonajaeadira 's Sweets series, @anaaaispunk 's 20 Years Later series, @absurdthirst 's Hotel Dorne and A Room with a View series, @supernaturalgirl20 's Something Worth Fighting For! series, @misspearly1 's Millers Retreat series, @sturkillerbase It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves series, @writeforfandoms 's Tangled Up, and @writer-darling 's In the Dark, You Tell Me of the Flowers That Only Bloom in the Violet Hours...

These are just the ones I could think of off the top of my head, but I LOVE everything I read on here, so if I read your fics or if I'm currently reading one of your series and you see this know that I was thinking of you, it's just that this list would be a mile long if I mentioned every single one. So to make up for not mentioning everyone's fic that I love, I'm just going to tag everyone I didn't list because I love you guys!!!

NP Tags: @toomanystoriessolittletime @whataperfectwasteoftime @littlemisspascal @storiesofthefandomlovers @221bshrlocked @joelmillersgirlfriend @wardenparker @honestly-shite @themand0lorian @the-scandalorian @fictionalnerdery @missredherring @radiowallet @iblogtopassthetime @juletheghoul @queridopascal @wordsnwhiskey @jessie-writes-things @hardlyinteresting @wheresarizona @clydesducktape @beskarberry

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din-jarhead · 2 years

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4, 9, 15 for the ask game! ❤️

4. What show/book/movie etc. was your comfort and/or escape this year?

Definitely Harry Potter, not just the original books but lots of fanfic like All the Young Dudes and the Harry Potter Everyone Lives AU by AidanChase!

9. Recommend something that you really enjoyed in 2021.

BBC’s Ghosts is one of the best tv shows I’ve watched in a long time, it’s on HBOMax in the US! It’s so funny and just a really unique concept.

I’ve also read quite a few wonderful fics this year, for Harry Potter people I would especially recommend anything by @janeofthornfieldhall she writes Remus Lupin like no other and is just brilliant.

For my Pedro fans, the Good Things Take Time series by @oonajaeadira is absolutely incredible and I’m in love with her characterization of PATS!

15. What are you looking forward to coming out in 2022?

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent!! I’ve been dying to get that sweet sweet Javi G content for so long and I am just so excited to see Pedro on the big screen :):):):)

Also Multiverse of Madness!

#ask game #thanks for asking!

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musings-of-a-rose · 7 months

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Hey! I hope you're having a great day! Would you mind answering number 3 and 5 from the questions that are fun to be asked list?💗

Hi! It's been a relaxing day which I really needed after these last couple weeks! I hope your day is great!

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

This is really hard for me as I have SO MANY and it varies depending on my mood! So here's 3 off the top of my head:

Triple Frontier (of course)

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Winter Soldier/Civil War and The Emperor's New Groove

5. What made you start your blog?

Well, I started my main when I came to Tumblr in February 2021. I saw a fan art on IG for a Din fanfic and I had to read what inspired the art. And then I SPIRALED. Quickly, I found Fix You, which sent me down my Frankie spiral, which lead to Frankie Friday meetups and meeting some really amazing people ❤️

Eventually, I saw a gif of Pedro walking and I spit 5 paragraphs out to @astoryisaloveaffair, who lovingly peer pressured me into "word vomiting that shit into a Google doc" and out came my first fic around 5k words. It would be almost 3 weeks before she lovingly pressured me to post it, which is when I started this blog! Now it's my active one but since Tumblr won't let me switch my main blog, I have both still.

Ask me some fun questions

#ask game #ask

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princessbatears · 2 years

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Wannabe Father - Chapter 7

Casa Werewolf Series #7

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: A comment has Javi questioning if he'll ever be a real dad to your kiddos Warnings: mention of blood, discussion of hunting for food as werewolves, discussion of killing animals, sexual arousal, language, discussion of dead parent Words: 3k

A few hours after you take the children out to hunt, there’s a soft knock on the front door. Javi quickly turns off the movie he’d been watching and goes to peer out the curtains of the front window. He sees your large silhouette on the porch.

Quickly, he unlocks and opens the door. Bo, Tallulah and Astrid are asleep, cradled to your chest in one long arm. You smile at him and, even though the shape of it is different, it’s still unmistakably your smile.

“Did it go well?” he asks softly. He’s already learned that ‘yes’ and ‘no’ questions are the easiest way of communicating.

You nod, eyes shining proudly. Then, you enter the house on three legs and head to the living room. He follows.

Gently, you set each puppy on the sofa, snuggling them together. Bo sighs, his arms tugging Tallulah instinctively closer in his sleep. Astrid shoves her face against Bo’s belly before lapsing into adorable little snores.

Javi chuckles. Is it really fair for such cute kids to be allowed to turn into equally cute puppies?

You make a soft “roo” sound, catching his attention. When he looks at you, you’re rubbing your stomach with one hand and using your other to mime eating. Then, you point at the door.

“You’re still hungry and need to get more food?” he guesses. Moms are often the last to get to eat and it’d track that you’re the same even as a Wolf.

You nod before gesturing at him and then the pile of kids.

“I can watch them,” he agrees eagerly, both because he’s happy to and because he knows what trust you’re placing in him.

Relieved, you give his cheek a lick before walking back to the door. He sees you glance behind you once before shutting it and disappearing again into the night.

After locking the door again, Javi grabs a throw blanket from the back of the sofa, which he lightly drapes over the pups. Then, he sits by them to watch them sleep.

The shock of being around werewolves has thankfully fully worn off. Now, he's just fascinated. Lightly, he touches one of Bo’s front paws. Or are they hands? The long human-like fingers are covered in fur and have claws instead of nails, so he’s not sure what that makes them.

It’s amazing to him that these pups, who are about the size of a small Spaniel dog, will grow into a creature as huge as you. He’s still blown-away by how incredible you are in Wolf form. The size of a bear, but with all the elegance and grace of a jungle cat.

Astrid stretches, eyes blinking open. She looks around, forehead crinkling with confusion. Pushing herself up on her front paw, she scans the room, worry growing when she can’t spot you.

Javi runs a hand down her ruff, cooing, “It’s okay, Astrid. Mama’s gone to get herself some supper, but she’ll be back soon. Until then, I’m here. You’re safe.”

She looks up at him, trembling slightly. He’s not surprised his words don’t comfort her. She’s been left in a strange place with someone she doesn’t truly know that well.

But, to his surprise, she crawls over Bo and into his lap. She curls up, back against his stomach, and rests her chin on his right wrist.

A warmth expands through his chest, making him feel emotional. With his free hand, he caresses her coat. “You can just rest right here, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Soon, her shivering stops and her breathing deepens with sleep again.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head. How did he get to be the one who’s been blessed with the privilege and responsibility of knowing about you all? To learn the world is far more magical than he ever guessed?

He’s not sure how long he sits there, soaking it all in, but, eventually, he hears a knock on the door again. None of the puppies stir at the sound, so completely exhausted from their exciting evening.

Gently setting Astrid back with the others, Javi stands. He once again double-checks that it is indeed you before letting you in.

“Find something to eat?” he asks, lightly touching your back after locking the door.

You nod, smiling at him. He notices that the fur on your face, ruff, and chest are wet, like you'd stuck your top half the nearby river. Were you catching fish?

And, maybe it’s just the low light of the lamps, but there’s some pink tinging the light grey parts on your muzzle. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

You shake your head.

Well, that’s a relief. It must be blood from your meal. “You’re wet, let me get you a towel.” The night might be warm, but he doesn’t want you to get chilled.

Jogging up the stairs to the linen closet, he grabs a few spare towels. Oddly, he doesn’t feel weird about the bloodstains from whatever animal you killed, which makes him proud of himself. He's cut out to be a werewolf’s boyfriend!

When he returns downstairs, he finds you sitting by the couch, tendering grooming the snoozing kiddos with your tongue. “Is it okay if I dry you off a bit?”

You glance at him, nodding, before refocusing on cleaning Tallulah’s neck.

Javi comes up behind you and begins to rub your ruff and head with the towel. You shift your weight slightly, leaning your side against him. He smiles, moving his ministrations to your chest. For once in his life, he doesn’t feel like he needs to fill the silence with words, letting the peaceful sounds of you tending to your pups and him tending you be enough.

The next morning, Javi purposefully wakes early, wanting to make breakfast for the family. He’s dismayed to find you already in the kitchen, slicing some crusty bread.

“¡Hola, buenas!” you smile at him. Maybe it’s his imagination, but he swears he can see the Wolf in your eyes, even though your irises are the normal human color. There’s something extra energetic about them, about you.

“I was going to make you breakfast, but it seems you beat me to it.” He joins you at the counter.

You shrug. “I don’t sleep much during the full moon. But it was very sweet of you to want to.” Then, you give him a kiss. It’s not the little peck he expected; rather, a quick but thorough exploration of his mouth that ends with you biting his lower lip in a way that almost has his knees giving out.

Giggling at his stunned reaction, you return to cutting bread. “The kids like tostada con tomate for breakfast. Would you like some?”

Managing to yank a few brain cells in the direction of your question, he says, “Please. Can I help?”

“If there’s sliced meat, will you grab it? If not, we can make fried eggs for the top. The toast itself isn’t enough for them.”

Javi opens the refrigerator and finds ham slices. “We’ve got ham.” After setting the butcher paper-wrapped meat next to you, he grabs the coffee beans. “Do you drink coffee?”

You crinkle your nose cutely. “Not if it’s torrefacto beans. Too bitter.”

He only has torrefacto coffee beans, but he makes a note to get beans roasted without sugar. “We could go to a bar after dropping the kids off, get some coffee you like. More breakfast if you need it”

You put the a dozen slices of bread on a pan, then slide it into the oven to toast. “I’d love some coffee, but I probably won’t be eating any food until I hunt again tonight. My nightly meals are pretty giant.”

“So, you found enough to eat, then?” he asks, trying to be tactful and not just bombard you with a bunch of questions about hunting.

“I did. The kids had some mice and rabbits and I found myself a deer.”

“Bueno. Hey, why were you all wet? Did you try fishing in the river?”

You look a little sheepish. “I was cleaning myself up. There’s an… enthusiasm that takes over werewolves when they eat, so the bigger, bloodier animals make a mess.”

“Considering how messy my face and hands get with my favorite foods, I can’t blame you,” he laughs easily.

Looking at the window above the sink, you smile gratefully. “This area is perfect. Quiet, full of life, safe. Thank you again for letting us stay here.”

Javi puts his arms around your middle, breathing in the scent of your soap. “You can come here every full moon if you want.”

Your fingers push his bangs to the side, searching his face. “You’re really not scared of me.” It’s somewhere between a statement and a question.

He lightly brushes your lips with his own. “You are the most amazing being I’ve ever seen. Both woman and Wolf.”

Chuckling softly, you link your hands behind his neck, preparing to give him another one of those knock-out kisses.

But then you pause, listening, before pulling away. The loss of your body against his is excruciating. “I hear one of the kids up.”

Javi clears his throat, grateful he’s wearing loose shorts today. “Do you still need olive oil?

“I do,” you say in a tone that, if he didn’t see the speckles of amber in your eyes, would make him think you’re far more unaffected than he is. He’s thrilled to see you’re not.

He grabs the olive oil from a cupboard and sets it next to you. “Oh, I wanted to ask if it’s okay if the niños come to my house after school to feed Marci. If they still want to.” He hasn’t forgotten Talulah’s interest in the fish.

You smile. “Of course. I’ve got to get some work done, so would you be okay taking them without me?”

“Certainly!” Another major sign of trust.

A werewolf puppy comes skittering into the kitchen, legs flailing as it goes too fast on the hard floor. It only comes to a stop by slamming into Javi’s left calf.

It turns out to be Bo, who flops over on his back, belly in the air, and grins up at Javi.

“Bo, why aren’t you dressed?” you ask, barely looking at your son as you wash a tomato.

Bo paws at Javi’s foot and then stretches out farther. “Do you want a belly rub?” Javi chuckles, bending over to rub his chest and stomach like he would a dog’s.

Looking blissful, Bo goes limp, eyes half-closing.

“Bo, you need to get dressed,” you say firmly. “You can get more pets from Javi after school. Are your sisters awake?”

With a put-upon sigh, Bo gets to his feet. He shakes his head no in answer.

“Javi, I’m going to go get them moving. Will you finish making breakfast? The kids like tomatoes and olive oil in addition to ham.”

He smiles, happy he gets to make some of the food after all. “Consider it done.”

Javi stands on the step stool in front of Marci’s fish tank, holding Tallulah in his arms so she can reach the top. His big Oscar is bobbing at the surface of the water, eager for food.

“Okay, drop one piece in at a time,” he instructs.

Cupped in one of her hands are chopped fresh prawns. With her other, she drops a piece in. Marci sucks it up in her mouth.

“She ate it so fast!” Tallulah says in delight.

“I can’t see,” Bo moans forlornly from the floor.

“You’ll get a turn with her, chiquito,” Javi promises.

Earlier that afternoon, when the triplets had returned with you from school, he’d offered to bring them to feed Marci. Tallulah and Bo had jumped at the opportunity while Astrid had opted to stay at the safe house with you to paint her daily art prompt.

It’s been insightful to interact with the elder two siblings on their own. They’re more competitive with each other when it’s just them, and neither feels the need to take care of the other like they do Astrid.

Tallulah giggles as Marci swims excitedly around, awaiting each new morsel of food. “Bo acts that way when he smells supper.”

Bo chortles. “Food is the best.”

Javi chuckles, watching Marci spin in circles. “I always know she likes someone when she does that when they feed them.”

Face lighting up, Tallulah beams at the fish. “I like you, too, Marci!”

Once her hand is empty of prawn, Javi bends over to set her on the ground. “Go wash your hands.” Then, he lifts Bo, who is holding diced cucumber.

“One piece at a time.”

Bo does as instructed, grinning as Marci shows him the same eagerness over the vegetable. “She really is like me!”

“Told you!” Tallulah calls as she leaves the room to go to the bathroom.

“I thought fish ate fish food.”

“Fish food offers a balanced diet for a lot of fish, but Oscar fish require more variety or they get bored and stop eating. Kind of like if your mama only fed you the same food over and over forever.”

Bo dismisses this. “I could eat pizza every day, every meal forever!”

Tallulah still hasn’t returned by the time Bo’s done feeding Marci, so he and Javi go in search of her. “Tallulah?”

They hear her say enthusiastically, “You got a wall of pictures, too!”

She’s standing in a nearby hallway, looking at the gallery wall of Gutierrez family photos. She points at one of Javi and David during Christmas morning a few years ago. “You’re a twin!”

Javi smiles. “That’s my little brother, David. We’re not actually twins—he’s a few years younger—but we look a lot alike. I mean, I’m obviously more handsome with better hair.” He playfully tosses his head, making his waves bounce.

Tallulah frowns up at him with those child’s discerning eyes. “You have more wrinkles.”

Well, that’s a shot to the heart.

He’s saved from responding when Bo asks, “Is he a gazillionaire also?”

The family business and money are too complicated to explain, so Javi answers, “He’s an actor. He makes movies and TV shows.”

“What kind?”

“Probably nothing you’ve seen. Adult dramas and things.”

Both Tallulah and Bo make faces. “That’s boring,” Tallulah scoffs, jumping onto Bo’s back. She locks her legs around his waist and orders, “Run!”

Bo immediately charges along the hallway as they both shriek with laughter.

Javi smirks to himself. Wait until he tells David that the kids think he’s boring.

“Why don’t you got kids?” Tallulah asks as Bo makes another lap past him.

You’d probably be aghast that she asked him such an a question, but Javi knows it’s a sign that she feels comfortable with him. And he doesn’t mind answering. “I never found the right person to marry.”

Tired of carrying her around, Bo pushes Talullah off him. She easily lands on her feet. “You should get married. Mama says being married to Daddy was the best thing that ever happened to her.”

“Yeah, she got us!” Bo grins.

“And they were in love,” Tallulah huffs, like he totally missed the point.

A sharp pang of envy shoots through Javi at how attached Tallulah is to the idea of you and Ivan’s relationship.

Almost immediately, shame rises to join it. How could he even allow himself to feel threatened by it? She’s a young girl grieving her father; not a little kid in a movie who meets a nice neighbor and immediately wants to set him up with her lonely mother. He can’t expect them to immediately see him as a father, no matter how badly he wants it.

“Javi?” Both kids are looking up at him expectantly, like he missed something.

“Hmmm? Sorry, I spaced out,” he laughs lightly, trying to shove aside all the unpleasant feelings so he can enjoy this time.

The next morning, Javi joins you in dropping the kids off at school. You two are going on a little coffee date to one of your favorite spots that he hasn’t been to before.

“It’s lovely this morning,” you sigh, head tipped up towards the light, cool breeze.

“Fall is here,” Javi agrees, basking in how content you look and the way it feels to hold your hand as you walk to the café.

When you reach the café, there’s a long queue out the door. “I usually come a little earlier, before it gets this busy. Do you want to go somewhere else?” you ask.

“I don’t mind waiting. It’s beautiful outside and the company is even more beautiful.” He grins at you.

You duck your head slightly, smiling in that adorably bashful way of yours.

Before too long, the queue has the two of standing just outside the café. Right next to you is a newspaper stand, with a variety of newspapers, magazines and tabloids displayed.

Frowning, you lean towards one of the tabloids on a shelf. “Is that you?” You point in shock at a picture of a man that does look very much like him on the cover, holding hands with some supermodel.

Before he can correct you, you translate the Spanish headline aloud, “‘Dieter Bravo spotted with Destiny Raven.’” You turn to him curiously. “Is this your brother?”

He chuckles, nodding. “His stage name is Dieter Bravo. Occasionally, he ends up on tabloids.”

A look of horror comes over your face. “Are you on tabloids, too? Does the paparazzi take pictures of you?”

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Thank you SO much for reading this story; I’d love to hear your thoughts! 🥰

Spanish Translations/Notes: mi amor - my love ¡Hola, buenas! - common casual greeting in Spain tostada con tomate - toasted bread with olive oil, grated tomato, and sometimes the addition of meat or eggs torrefacto coffee - traditional Spanish coffee has a very bitter flavor because the beans are coated in sugar before roasting, which results in burned sugar combining with the beans chiquito - affectionate term for a child

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princessbatears · 2 years

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Puppy Pile - Epilogue

Casa Werewolf Series #11

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: It's the first full moon you've gone out to hunt since giving birth Warnings: breastfeeding and pumping, mention of pregnancy, hunting animals for food as werewolves, brief discussion of bodily functions, mild gore, sexual desire between human and werewolf, chapter perspectives split in half between Reader and Javi Words: 2.5k A/N: We've reached the end of the story with Reader, Javi and the triplets. Many thanks to everyone who read, commented and encouraged me over the last few months! It's because of you that we made it to this final chapter 🥰🥰🥰

“Line them up by the sofa,” Javi tells Placido as they enter the safe house. Each man is holding two baby carriers, which they set down on the floor by the couch.

The four-month-old quadruplets are napping, having been lulled to sleep by the motion of the car.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help out while the missus takes the kiddos hunting?” Placido asks.

“I’ll be fine, but thanks.”

It’s the first full moon since the babies’ birth that you’re going to take Tallulah, Bo and Astrid hunting, which will leave Javi to tend them on his own. However, he’s taken care of all seven kids by himself before, so he’s confident in his ability to handle the little Wolf pups.

The front door opens again and Bo bounds in, carrying a couple of grocery bags as he sings a made-up song about snacks.

Placido heads out the door to help unload the rest of the supplies for the next three days.

Javi’s distracted by one of the two boys, Esteban, fussing softly and gently rocks the carrier with his foot until the baby quiets. He’s hoping to keep them all sleepy until everyone’s settled and they can be fed all at once.

Tallulah enters with the diaper bag and makes a beeline for the babies. She sets it down nearby before crouching in front of them. “Are they gonna be okay not having Mama to nurse them?” she asks worriedly. “They eat more often when they’re puppies.”

Smiling, Javi strokes her hair. “Mama’s made up lots of bottles, so they won’t run out of milk.”

She nods, reassured.

“Do you want to go help unload more things or rock them if they get fussy?” he asks.

“Rock them,” she beams.

He bends over to kiss her cheek before going out to the driveway.

You’re still sitting in the passenger’s seat of the SUV with the door open, fiddling with the wireless breast pumps in your bra.

“Is the one still being weird?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s wrong with it, so I think I’ll switch to the other ones next session.”

Javi holds out his hand to help you out of the car. You smile adoringly at him before giving him a kiss. “I’m excited to be back here.”

“It’ll be good for you to run free.”

“Is that too big?” Placido’s voice asks from the back of the vehicle.

“I can see,” Astrid says, appearing with a duffle bag in her arms. It’s debatable if that’s true, but she confidently walks towards the house.

Even though she’s still small for an almost ten-year-old, she’s gained a lot of confidence in the last year at the private school and it’s showing in all aspects of her life. Except maybe the adjustment of no longer being the littlest. But her insecurity is slowly waining as you and Javi show her that she’s loved just as much as she always has been.

After the remaining baby gear is hauled in, you give Placido a tight hug. “Thank you for you help.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he smiles. “I’m only a call away.”

Javi clasps his head of security’s hand before seeing him out the door.

The older children are seated by the baby carriers. Bo’s finger has been taken captive by Serena, who gnaws on it. He uses his other hand to stroke her hair gently. Tallulah is rocking Cesar and Esteban while they continue to sleep. Astrid tucks the blanket better around Rosa.

You lean against Javi and he slips his arm around you as the two of you watch your kids in blissful silence for a moment. He still can’t believe this is his life. That you’re his wife, that these are his kids.

Last year, instead of just moving in together, the two of you decided to elope. Barely a second later, you were pregnant. Javi's also in the process of getting the triplets Spanish citizenship so he can formally adopt them.

He’s brought out of his revelry when Serena gets tired of Bo’s finger and begins to whimper in a way that indicates a wail for food is imminent.

“You can use the fresh milk for two bottles,” you say, stepping into the kitchen to detach your pumps and prepare the bottles.

Javi quickly gets Serena out of her carrier as she begins to scream. He bounces her lightly and asks over the noise, “Do you have any homework to do before the moon rises?”

“I’ve got reading,” Bo sighs. “And math.”

“Me, too,” Tallulah says.

Astrid, a school year behind them, shakes her head. “Can I feed a baby?”

“Of course,” Javi smiles. “You can feed one that Mama won’t be nursing. I think that’s Cesar and Rosa.” You alternate which babies you breastfeed.

“Cesar,” she decides. “He farts less than Rosa.”

Soon, the oldest two are seated at the dining room table, doing their homework, and Astrid is snuggled between you and Javi while the babies are fed.

“I was thinking,” you begin, “about transforming a little early and going to hunt for myself first.”

Javi looks at you in surprise. You’ve never fed yourself first on a full moon.

Gaze on Serena and Esteban at your breasts, you continue, “I’m so hungry with feeding all these babies. I’ll do better the rest of the night if I’m full.”

He reaches over with his free hand to squeeze your knee, smiling at you proudly. “You shift as early as you want.”

You smile back, his encouragement helping you relax into the idea of taking care of yourself before anyone else.

“Are we still gonna go after hares?” Astrid asks excitedly.

“If we can find one, then yes,” you grin. “Remember, to catch something that fast, you’ll need to work as a team.”

The three siblings lock determined eyes with each other, silently forming their plan in a way only people who share a womb are capable of.

Once the babies have been fed and burped, you and Javi carry them upstairs. After laying them on the bed, you two undress them.

“Ready?” you ask, removing your own clothes.

“Yes.”

You shift into your Wolf form, which triggers the transformation of the babies into Wolves so tiny that he can hold them in one hand.

At this age, when werewolves are too young to do anything for themselves, their transformations are linked to their parents’. Once they begin to grow up and individuate themselves, around toddlerhood, you will no longer be like the moon to them and they’ll learn to regulate their own shifts.

There’s no doubt that will be a time of true insanity in the Gutierrez household.

You lean over the bed to lick each one of the pups, who are milk drunk and half-asleep. Then, you nudge them together into a pile before licking them all over again.

“They’ll be just fine,” Javi soothes, sensing your reluctance to leave.

With a heavy sigh and a slow nod, you back away from the bed.

“Have fun, mi luz!” he grins, pressing a kiss between your amber eyes. “Go run and jump and slay!”

This gets a wag out of you. You nuzzle his cheek before trotting out of the room with only one final glance at the quadruplets.

Javi calls to the triplets, “Will one of you please lock the door behind Mama?”

“Got it!” Bo yells back.

Then, Javi returns to the bed. He sits on it, lightly petting the round, full tummies of the puppies as they sleep. Having them is an incredible, exhausting, wild experience he’s so glad he didn’t miss out on.

As he watches over his babies, listening to the sounds of his older kids talking and laughing downstairs, his heart feels like it’s going to explode. And, much like the first full moon he experienced with you, he’s overwhelmed by how blessed he is to get to know about the magic in this world.

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In the early evening, you feast upon a buck in the fading light of the forest. The hunt had been much needed exhilaration after spending your forth trimester focused on resting your body and tending to your new babies.

Nailing down the logistics of now having four infants and three nine-year-olds has taken a lot of trial and error. While intensely challenging at times, it’s a process that’s brought you and Javi even closer together. You truly couldn’t ask for a better partner. Even now, while there is some mild apprehension about leaving your tiny pups, you’re confident he can handle it.

Once you’ve had your fill, you lick your chops and lope the few miles back to the safe house with a quick pitstop at the river to wash up. It’s dark now and the full moon rises high above the trees.

Javi opens the door at your rap, smiling happily. You lightly bump your forehead to his before licking the end of his nose with your tongue. His face scrunches cutely.

”How was it?” he asks as you trot inside.

You wag your tail with a toothy grin as you head to the stairs with him behind you. The triplets, in Wolf form, are busy tussling in the living room. You’ll be back for them after you check on the babies.

The squeaks of young Wolf pups greet you as you pad into the master bedroom. They’re in the play pen now, squirming around together.

Bending over the pen, you nuzzle each of them, encouraging them to enjoy this time when their human side can rest and their animal can be dominant.

“They just had a feed, so they’ll probably be crashing soon,” Javi says, his hands caressing the fur on your back.

You turn to him, your mate and love, and rest your big head against his chest for a moment. He smells good, feels good.

He hugs your neck, letting out a sigh of longing that makes you determined to bed him tomorrow when the older kids are at school and the babies are napping.

A beat of this before he reluctantly lets you go. “You should go before it gets too late.”

You press your canine lips to his human ones before walking back downstairs to collect your little hunting pack.

A short yip gets their attention and they scramble to over excitedly. You lead them out into the cool air and towards a nearby field where the hares are most likely to be. If none are around, there are rabbits and moles.

Tonight, it’s Astrid’s turn to take the lead. She trots ahead, scenting the air. Her brother and sister flank her, with enough of a size difference between herself and them to look like her bodyguards. You bring up the rear, a few yards behind. This is their hunt, you’re only around for instruction and protection if required.

They’re surprisingly focused. Maybe feeding yourself first benefited them, too, by letting them get out their wiggles. Rats and birds are ignored in favor of the hope of hare.

After a while, you catch a whiff of one. So do your pups, and they pause. There’s not much wind tonight, allowing for the locating to be more accurate.

Then, they’re off! Astrid’s body language signals for Bo to go ahead since he’s got the most powerful legs and she replaces him as the left flank. She and Tallulah zoom after him.

You jog, keeping a distance that doesn’t encroach but still has them in your line of sight.

The brown hare knows it’s in danger, bounding across the field at an unbelievable speed. But little werewolves can run just as fast. The only advantage the hare has is its ability to turn on a dime. That’s why the pack hunting style is vital.

Bo is right on its heels, snapping at its tail. Astrid and Tallulah spread out on either side, ready to grab it if it changes directions.

The hare dashes to the right. When it sees Tallulah, it zigzags straight back, towards you. You quickly step out of the way so as not to impeded as Bo pushes himself to run even faster. His body is taught and low, long front paws throwing clumps of dirt up as his fingers dig into the ground with each stride.

Astrid might be slower because of her shorter limbs, but her ability to read body language and sense intention is incredible. It’s almost like she can predict what direction it’s going to go and is there to corral it closer to Bo again.

Tallulah’s agility is unmatched by the other two. She leaps over rocks, rolls to dodge and then springs back on her feet again, and uses the natural landscape around her to further her purpose.

As you follow behind, your chest swells. Ivan would be so proud to see how your pups have grown. So much of him is apparent in them, both as humans and Wolves.

It’s then that the hare makes a foolish error. Panicked by Tallulah leaping at it from atop a log, it spins to the left, right into Astrid’s path. She pounces before it can correct, snapping its neck. The other two join her as their feast begins, very well-earned.

After they’re done and you’ve taken them by the river to wash up, the four of you return to the safe house.

Javi lets you in, looking sleepy and unruffled, indicating an uneventful evening. “Did you get a hare?” he asks the kids.

They thump their tails and jump around him excitedly.

“Wonderful job, mis amores! I can’t wait to hear all about it tomorrow.” He gives them all kisses on their noses. Then, he turns to you to kiss your nose. “The babies did great. No problems.”

You lick his cheek before nodding at the stairs. The triplets race each other up them and you walk behind with Javi, who pets your ruff.

When you reach the master bedroom, the older children have already started the puppy pile on the bed. You lean down, scooping two of the sleeping babies up in each hand. Then, you lay down on one side of the bed, nestling them against your belly so they can feed if they wake up.

Finally, Javi collapses on the other side of the seven kids, his legs tangling up with yours. He smiles into your eyes before you rest your forehead against his, love and joy pulsing between you.

The End

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