#javy machado imagine

[translatemunson]

save the date

top gun pilots x female!reader blurb cw: mentions of a dress. i believe this can be read as any of the daggers, minus nat (i'm writing something special just for our girl); lmk if i forgot anything.

You’ve gotten the ‘save the date’ months ago. The invitation only came through the mail a few weeks back, but it was 100% set in stone: you were attending your best friend’s wedding with your aviator boyfriend as your plus one. What you forgot to take into consideration was deployment.

It was like playing in a casino: you could get lucky and he wouldn’t be called for a mission until the wedding, or he would be god knows where doing whatever mission the Navy had for him, and you’d be missing him during the wedding.

And since you were never the luckiest person in the room, he got deployed. For six weeks. One month before the wedding date. Good luck telling all your friends you didn’t get dumped, it was just that your boyfriend was government property and they needed him overseas doing some good for the country. It was honorable, but still: you wanted to walk around the venue with a pretty aviator by your side.

It didn’t help that his internet access was limited, nor that you were having second thoughts about attending. Well, if not having someone with you was a problem, he told you he could get one of his friends to take care of you — just so other guys wouldn’t take a chance on his hot girlfriend. But it wasn’t just the lack of your boyfriend that was undermining your presence at the wedding.

One week the dress wasn’t good enough. The next one, just before his deployment, you weren’t sure about the tickets and hotel you booked — he said to keep them, even if he wasn’t going anymore, because you could use the extra space on the plane and the bigger bed. Your first email to him, while deployed, was about how nerve wrecked you were feeling now that your bestie asked you to do a speech. A few days later, you went through it with him, and he reassured you were doing amazing. 

“Gosh, this would be so much easier if you were here,” you admitted on your phone call.

“I know, baby. I promise to take you to a fancy event as soon as I’m back so I can have the chance to see you in that pretty dress.” He was trying his best to cheer you up.

But a phone call across the ocean wasn’t enough. You needed him there, with you, saying you look pretty even though your make up is nowhere near as done. Or telling you look like those old Hollywood stars when your hair was still on the hair curlers. Or saying you need to hurry up before it’s too late to get a nice parking spot at the venue. Or checking if you need a drink or something else during the reception.

You looked down at your phone, hitting “send” on another email, with pictures you took from the party. The whole place is covered with flowers and fairy lights hanging from the trees and ceiling, and you miss him so much it hurts more than your high heels.

You gave your speech minutes ago, and had one of your friends filming it for you. It was a nice piece about your best friend, how she was always the one saying you were gonna be married first but hey, look at you, alone at her wedding. Of course you made fun of the lack of a plus one, but it was fine. You brought back a few embarrassing memories, also spilled some tea on the fact that she had a list with the names for all of their babies. And if one of those names was not inspired by yours, you would be seeing her in court.

“Hey, do you wanna grab another drink with me?” Your friend nudged your arm. “I hate seeing you down.”

“Can you call the Navy and file an official complaint for me? I’ll give you his full name and call sign, so then later I can show up to the courtroom and use those as proof.” You threw your cell phone inside your bag. “Sorry, I’ve been under the weather since the news broke.”

“I know, babe, and I don’t blame you.” She gave you a soft smile. “I think a drink might help you. And maybe I can convince that waiter I’ve told you about to sneak a few sweets for us.”

“Just one more drink, then I’m going back to the hotel.”

“You’re no fun, you know? Maybe something good is happening tonight.”

“Unless you have a teletransportation machine here somewhere to bring me my boyfriend, you can’t trap me for another hour with the promise of good booze alone.”

At the bar, you got yourself your favorite drink. It would be better if he was there, his hand on your waist, making comments about the party or asking you the little details about the people there. It would be his first time in your hometown, getting to know the place you were born and raised. You loved San Diego, but a piece of you would always love your hometown.

“I just wished they had decent Wi-Fi at the ship,” you murmured. “I’ve sent like a hundred pics since I’ve arrived, but still no reply. I can’t believe my own boyfriend is going MIA on me.”

“Hey, maybe it’s just bad connection. And based on what you’ve told me, I bet he’s pissed he’s somewhere in the ocean instead of by the side of his gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Please plan a wedding in the next few weeks so I can attend one with him.”

“Why don’t you plan your own wedding?” She turned the idea around.

“And throw a surprise wedding? I’m crazy, but even I have limits.”

“Well, I hope it doesn’t take him too many deployments to pop the big question.”

“I might have to ask him to divorce the Navy before we can get married. Sorry, but I won’t be the mistress in this,” you laughed.

Halfway through your drink, your friend ended up going to talk to one of your colleagues from high school, and you went back to your table, staying up and trying to swing your body in the rhythm of the song — just to get your mind off of things.

You checked your phone, one notification from your email’s app. You clicked on it as fast as you could, blowing out in frustration when you saw it was just a marketing email.

You saw someone approaching from your peripheral vision, and you heard “Tough night?”

“Don’t even get me started.” You pushed your face into your hand.

“Try me, honey.”

You turned your face. And, magically, your boyfriend was there. You blinked a few times, not believing he was really sitting next to you, in a suit. You held tight into his arm, and he said “Did she let you have way too many drinks?”

“No. I mean, are you real?”

“Yes, baby, I’m real.”

“How?”

“Finished the mission early, called in for a few favors, got on the first plane here, and asked your friends to keep it a secret.”

“Oh my, you’re really here.” You threw your arms around his neck, bringing him closer. The last time you were this close, it was the morning before his deployment. You always took the days up to the deployment as a chance to spend all the time together. Ok, you had to work, and the house chores wouldn’t magically disappear, but as soon as you were both at home, you’d stick to his side as glue.

“Sorry I missed your speech,” he hugged you back. “I’ll watch the footage later.”

“That’s ok. I’m so happy that you’re here,” you kissed his cheek.

“C’mon, let me take a look at my stunning girlfriend,” he took a step back and, with your hand in his, made you spin on your toes. The flowy dress and high heels were far from your daily clothes. “You look better than in the pictures, honey.”

Your cheeks blushed, and you could bet even the make up wouldn’t be able to hide it. “Thanks.” You took a look at him, finally noticing how good he looked in a normal suit. The color suited him like a glove, and you were considering finding a good excuse to see him wearing it again. You kinda begged him to attend in those pretty white suits the Navy had, but he was always saying those were only for special occasions.

“Should we take a picture?” He rested his hands on your waist.

“Sure!”

Now that you officially had your arm candy with you, it was time to walk around the party introducing your boyfriend to your friends. They were all very friendly and excited to meet him, but also kept the Navy related questions to a minimum. He was all smiles and handsy, keeping you close to him as much as possible.

You got your picture, on the balcony, with the gardens as a background to your affection. Your friend convinced one of the photographers to take a few official pictures — she used the “He’s Navy and flew all the way here to be with her!” card. On the first pic, you were close, side by side, smiling but keeping your hands to yourself.

And then the photographer asked you to look each other in the eyes, and it was like your lips had a magnet of some sorts. He pulled you closer, and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “Hold her like that!” the photographer said.

Once you had the pictures taken also on our phone, he took you to the dance floor. A slow song, something your parents would play in the car when you were younger, was telling the steps you were taking. Swaying slowly in the middle of the small crowd, soaking in that moment. You snuggled in closer to his chest, leaving him to lead you. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” you confessed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t say anything before.” He pressed his lips on the side of your head.

“That’s ok. You know I like surprises when they come from you.”

“I know. And I like being with you.” Another kiss on the side of your face. “And I love you.”

You  tilted your head back, connecting your eyes, “I love you too."

[beyondthesefourwalls]

And I Want To Make Her Mine

Summary: Javy thought it was too good to be true when he saw you, the girl he had crushed on for almost a year, standing in the Hard Deck. But there you were, looking just as beautiful as you always had. He thought maybe he’d finally get his chance with you after all this time. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one whose attention you caught.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Language, somewhat suggestive thoughts. The Blonde One™️.

Word Count: 3.9K 

Notes: Written for @roosterforme's '80s Rocktober challenge using the song Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield. Sorry it’s so late, Em! But hopefully some Javy content makes up for it. 

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Javy stood at the bar, waiting for Penny to bring him the beer that he ordered. He was the first out of his friends to arrive and he figured that there was no point in waiting for them. It had been a long week, and he was ready to unwind for the weekend before doing it all again come Monday. A flash of color caught his eye and he looked over for a moment, only to do a double take and have the wind damn near knocked out of him. He stuttered out your name as shock coursed through his veins. He had to be seeing things, he thought. But then your head turned, and those eyes he remembered so well widened in surprised recognition. 

“Oh my God. Javy?!” 

“Holy shit,” he breathed, shaking his head to try and clear it. His heart sped up in his chest when you wrapped your arms around him in a tight, but way too brief, embrace. “Hi. What-what are you doing here?”  

“I transferred to North Island, I start my new post on Monday morning,” you told him as you pulled away, smiling brightly. “Wait. Are you stationed here?” 

“I am,” he said, his smile matching yours. 

He couldn’t believe his luck that this was happening right now. You had been an administrative assistant at his last duty station, and he had harbored a crush on you for the year that he had been there. You were always friendly with him, matching his flirting at the same level, and the two of you had even grabbed drinks a few times, albeit with other people in attendance. He had never bucked up the courage to ask you out, but had promised himself he would finally bite the bullet as soon as he got back from his last deployment. He had the whole thing planned - dinner and dancing on the pier - only to never be able to actually follow through after orders of a permanent assignment at Top Gun. He had never expected to see you again, yet now you were here, standing right in front of him. 

As Javy quickly scanned your face, he took notice of how you were still just as breathtaking. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger on you for a moment too long. You were wearing a simple pair of jeans and a tank top, the clothing hugging your curves in all the right places. He could feel his cheeks heating and quickly looked back up to meet your eyes.

"Wow, small world," he said with a chuckle. "It's good to see you again." 

"It's good to see you too," you replied, your smile never faltering. "It's been what, a year?" 

"Too long," he said, feeling a little tongue-tied. He noticed that you didn’t have a drink in your hand just yet and opened his mouth to ask if he could maybe buy you one when a hand clapped roughly onto his shoulder, a familiar head of blonde hair saddling up beside him.  

“Well well well, who do we have here?” 

Javy turned to see Jake grinning mischievously, his green eyes trained on you. He felt his stomach twist nervously, knowing that look in his best friend’s eye all too well. Begrudgingly, he gave a quick introduction. "She was stationed down in Florida with me, but is transferring here. We were just catching up," he said, trying to steer the conversation back to you and him. 

“Nice to meet you," Jake said, flashing you a charming smile. “It’s an absolute sin that you don’t have a drink in your hand, darlin’. You mind if I fix that for you?” 

His eyes widened and panic washed over him when he realized what it was Jake was doing. Either his best friend hadn’t recognized that Javy was about to do the same thing or he simply didn’t care. Either way, he was shooting his shot, and much to his own dismay, you were laughing at the line the blonde had served you. He stared at him with a clenched jaw, missing the way you glanced at him first, a moment of silence passing before you agreed to the proposition. 

Before he even really knew what was happening, Jake was placing a hand on the small of your back and turning to the bar to order you a drink. At the same time, the rest of his friends arrived, and Javy was dragged into a conversation with Phoenix and Rooster about something that had happened earlier that day. He kept trying to wrap up the conversation without being rude, and when the two fellow aviators finally retreated to the pool table, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to where you and Jake had been leaning against the bar completely intending on reasoning his conversation with you and hopefully nudging his best friend out of the way. But when he laid eyes on you, his heart sank. 

You were laughing at something Jake said, your body leaning into his. Your smile was wide and your face happy, and it was so clear that you were enjoying yourself. You brought your hand up to rest against Jake’s bicep as you threw your head back and laughed, and it felt almost like he was being punched in the face. 

Instead of interrupting like he had intended, he threw the rest of his drink back and left the bar. 

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Javy knew he would only get away with ignoring Jake for so long, and he was proven right first thing Monday morning when he was changing into his uniform after hitting the gym on base before their morning brief. 

“Where’d you disappear to on Friday night?” 

“Didn’t feel good all of a sudden,” he mumbled in response, and really, he wasn’t technically lying. He still felt sick imagining you with him, and he had spent all weekend moping about it. 

“That why you dodged my texts, too?” 

“Yup.”

Jake snorted, clearly amused by the answer, and Javy felt a flare of annoyance course through him. 

“Well you missed a good night. That girl you introduced me to is something else. Did you know she was from Texas?” 

Javy did know that, and he was suddenly incredibly resentful that Jake did, too. It was something that he would have in common with you, and just another reason why he was sure the blonde might be more appealing. From what he remembered, you loved talking about home.

“We were thinking of grabbing dinner this week, you sh-“

Javy slammed his locker shut with more force than intended, the sound of metal clanging echoing in the open room. Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise, but Javy paid him no mind as he finished zipping his flight suit. “Good for you, man. Hope y’all have a great time.” 

He checked the blonde’s shoulder on his way out the door, ignoring the call of his name and the “what the fuck” that followed. 

When he walked into the briefing room a few minutes later, he stopped short of his seat. You were standing at the front of the room flipping through papers with Admiral Simpson. You glanced up once you handed the senior officer what he needed and met his eyes. Your face lit up and you waved happily. Javy wasn’t able to stop the tug at his lips, even if it was tinged with sadness. He raised his hand to wave back - you really did have the best smile. 

Then Jake entered the room behind him, and Javy had to wonder who it was you were directing it to to begin with. 

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Javy knew that he was staring. He couldn’t help himself, not when you looked that good. You were sitting at a table in the back of the bar, shamelessly drinking a glass of sparkling wine in a bar that usually only saw beer and whiskey. You wore one of those flowy skirts that fluttered around your calves, a graphic t-shirt tied in a knot above your belly button. Your hair was down and a little wild and your skin seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights. But it was your smile that really drew him in. It was blinding, radiant, and the most beautiful thing he thought he had ever seen. 

But it wasn’t aimed in his direction. 

No. Instead, you were smiling at his best friend. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        He wanted to look away, to stop torturing himself like this, but he couldn’t. It had been a few weeks since you had come to California, and Javy hadn’t gotten used to the sight of Jake beside you. Here, in the cafeteria at work, even walking down the hallway a few times. It was a constant reminder that he had missed his shot. 

He knew he had no right to feel this way. After all, he had never made a move on you, never even hinted at his feelings. Jake had been the one to pursue you, and clearly, he had succeeded. Too bad that didn’t stop Javy’s mind from drifting to what could have been. He wondered what it would be like to be the one to make you smile like that, or the one who was allowed to wrap his arm around you and pull you close. He pictured himself leaning in to steal a kiss, to taste the Prosecco on your lips, to feel the warmth of your body against his or whisper something in your ear that made you shiver. 

He was drawn to you in a way that he couldn't explain, and he found himself wanting to stay there, watching. But then you threw your head back and laughed at something he couldn’t hear, and he knew he had to snap out of it. 

He downed the rest of his beer in one gulp and stood from the stool he had been perched on, not even bothering to say anything to the rest of his friends as he walked back to the bar. Maybe it was time to move on, to let go of this hopeless crush he’d been harboring and focus on finding something new. The best way to start that, he rationalized, was getting another drink. 

He put his order in with Penny, smiling kindly when she slid a fresh pint glass across to him. “Thanks, Penny. Put it on my tab?” 

“It’s already paid for,” she told him. 

“What?” 

She nodded behind him as she moved on to the next customer, and the wink she gave him seemed almost like she was in on something that Javy was entirely missing. He turned in the general direction of where she was indiciating, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes met yours almost immediately. You smiled at him brightly as you waved. Despite everything he had just said, that smile aimed in his direction sent his heart racing. 

Javy sighed when you started beckoning him over. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could handle being so close to you with how his thoughts were currently racing. He was surprised when he took note of Jake no longer being beside you, and a quick glance showed him walking in the direction of the dart board where Rooster and Fanboy were standing. It was the first time the blonde hadn’t been at your side when you were in the same vicinity since you had come into town, and he felt like a terrible friend when it made his decision a little bit easier. At the very least, he could thank you for the drink. 

He tried to keep his face neutral even as his heart rounded in his chest as he made his way over to your table. "Hey,” he said, forcing a smile and trying to sound casual.

“Hey, Javy,” you grinned, and you sounded genuinely happy to be speaking to him. You patted the seat beside him, telling him to sit. He did so after a moment of hesitation, and being so close to you immediately had him reeling.  “Where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding?”

“I’ve barely seen you since I ran into you here! It feels like you’re dodging me,” you laughed as you took a sip of your drink, and Javy felt his face heat. He hadn’t thought he was being obvious in how he was avoiding both you and his best friend as he worked through the emotions he was feeling. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I’ve just been….busy.”

“Ah.” You didn’t look like you were buying it, and Javy didn’t blame you. It was a weak excuse, and he had to mentally slap himself for not coming up with something better than that. But you didn’t look mad, either. If anything, to his confusion, maybe the look you gave him was even a little amused. 

“Well, I hope you’re not too busy for a round of pool,” you said with a cheeky grin. “I’m itching to beat you.” 

Javy couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your tone. It was one of the things that had always drawn him to you. You were so happy and playful. Still, he glanced over at the dart board before looking back at you. He cleared his throat lightly. “Not darts?” 

“No,” you answered simply. 

“Teams, then?” He pushed. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing it to himself.

You shook your head and he swore you leaned just the slightest bit closer to him. “No teams. Just us. Are you up for the challenge?” 

He took a deep breath and thought it over for just a second. The smart thing would be declining and getting up and walking away to save his own feelings. But you were smiling so sweetly at him and from this close, he could smell your sweet perfume, and your skin looked so soft. He took a somewhat shaky breath and took a sip of the drink in his hand, before he let a smirk cross his face. 

“I don’t know. You might regret asking me to play against you.”

You laughed so prettily, your hair shaking around you when you threw your head back. 

“Is that a threat, Lieutenant Machado?” 

It felt so reminiscent of how the two of you used to talk to each other that Javy couldn’t help but lean into it. He shook his head with a smile. “No, just a warning.”

You laughed again and stood up, grabbing your drink and motioning for him to follow you. You sent him a wink that went right through him. “Well, let’s see if you can handle me.”

The words sent a shiver down his spine. He followed you to the pool table, his eyes locked onto your hips as they swayed in front of him, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have them pressed against him. He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away and focus on the game at hand. You set your drink on the table and grabbed a cue stick, holding it out for him to take. 

“You break,” you said, your eyes daring him, but for what he wasn’t really sure. Javy took the stick from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, sending a jolt of electricity up his arm and straight to his heart. 

He took a deep breath and stepped up to the table, positioning himself carefully before taking the shot. The balls scattered across the table, and Javy watched as the white ball sank a solid, followed quickly by a stripe. You clapped your hands together, a wide smile on your face. 

“Looks like we have a game on our hands,” you teased, leaning over the table to take your shot. Javy couldn't help but watch the way your body moved as you lined it up, sinking a solid easily in one of the corner pockets.

As the game went on, Javy's focus began to wane. He was too distracted by you, by the way you moved, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your body when you brushed against him. He found himself wanting to touch you, to feel you closer, to know what it was like. He was getting lost in the way you moved, and how your eyes lit up when you made a particularly good move. 

For a while, he could pretend that he had a shot. 

“Victory!” 

Javy groaned as you yelled out your success once the final ball was sunk. You threw your arms up in triumph, a bright smile on your face as you turned to face him. He couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, even though he had just lost in a somewhat embarrassing fashion. 

“That did not go the way I anticipated.” 

You laughed at his disgruntlement, the sound ringing like music in his ears. “Thanks for playing with me,” you said, “I had fun.”

“Me too,” Javy replied, smiling softly. “Although I think you might have hustled me a little bit.”

You grinned, shaking your head. “I’m just good at pool.”

Javy chuckled. “You’re good at a lot of things.”

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him, not saying anything in response. He worried, for a moment, that he had said too much. Silence passed between the two of you. It was like there was something unspoken hanging in the air, something that both of you could sense but neither of you could quite put into words. He swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling aside. He didn't want to ruin the moment, not after how much fun he had just had with you. 

Finally, you took a deep breath, and he swore it sounded a little shaky. You grabbed your drink and took a sip, looking at him over the rim of the cup. “I’m glad we did this.” 

“Me too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

But like a physical reminder that all good things have to come to an end, he caught a glimpse of Jake watching you from across the bar. There was a strange look in his best friend’s eye, something that looked almost like excitement, but Javy couldn’t quite decipher what it meant. Still, he could feel the weight of it settling in his stomach. 

He cleared his throat, setting his pool cue down to lean against the wall. This time, the smile he sent you was strained. “I should let you get back to Jake.”

To his surprise, a look of confusion crosses over the delicate features on your face. You glance behind you to where the blonde is before looking back at him, your eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot in his stomach. “I know you two have been…spending time together,” he said, and despite how hard he tried, the words tasted sour in his mouth. 

“I mean, yeah. But…wait.” 

Your pretty eyes widened and you shook your head, your hair shaking as a grin started spreading across your face. Javy felt more confused than he had all night, and for some reason, embarrassment was starting to settle in, too. 

“What?”

“Oh gosh. Javy. Me and Jake?”

“I…yes?” 

You broke out into a surprise bout of laughter, the sound like bells ringing in his ears. Your hand found his arm and you gave it a squeeze before letting it rest against his bare skin below where his shirt sleeve ended. Your hand felt so soft. He wanted you to keep touching him. "Oh, Javy. No. I thought Jake was kidding when he said that’s why you were probably dodging us left and right.” 

The pieces weren’t quite connecting as his mind fought to catch up, having gotten distracted by your touch. He floundered for what you were saying to make sense, but he came up short. “I…am so confused.” 

Your laughter peeled off into quiet giggles before quieting all together, and your face softened into something that looked understanding and hopeful at the same time. You took a step closer to him. His breath caught as his heart started to pound in his chest. 

“Jake and I are just friends, Javy. That’s all.” 

His pulse continued to race as hope set in. He played over every interaction that he had witnessed between the two of you over the last few weeks, realizing that maybe he had been a little blinded by the jealousy he had felt. He knew how Jake flirted and how he acted with women that he was into. Aside from that first night at the Hard Deck when he had introduced you, that intimacy had been absent. Instead, now that he thought about it, it had been a comfortable familiarity, not different from how they interacted with Nat or Halo or Rooster’s girlfriend.

He was starting to feel like an idiot. 

“Really?” 

“We have a lot in common. We talk about home a lot. But…I’m not into him. Someone else had already caught my eye.” 

He swallowed thickly, still not allowing himself to completely believe it. Your fingers still traced light circles on his arm. “Someone else?” 

You giggled softly, and then you raised on your toes and leaned in. There was a moment of hesitation, as if you were both waiting for the other to make a move, before you took it upon yourself to close the distance and your lips met his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was featherlight and over before his brain could even register it had happened. You were still smiling at him when you pulled away, your eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded slowly, whispering to him, “Someone else.” 

The words sent a jolt of electricity through him, his hand finding its way to the small of your back as he pressed his lips to yours again. Javy’s hands slipped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss intensified. It was like a spark had been ignited, and suddenly the kiss was deepening, becoming more passionate.

The rest of the bar seemed to fall away as you both lost yourselves in each other. Neither of you heard the excited yell of “finally” come from over at the dart board, completely caught up in the moment. Javy couldn’t believe that this was happening, that he was here with you, kissing you. Finally, indeed. 

Finally, the need for air became too much and the two of you pulled apart, gasping for breath. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a warmth that made his heart skip a beat. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” you admitted, biting your lower lip between perfectly white teeth. Javy’s chest swelled with affection and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more certainty. He felt the warm pressure of your lips on his, and the sensation was intoxicating. 

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said once he pulled back. He had been wanting to do so for weeks, now, and it seemed it was his own fault that he hadn't, yet. 

You brushed your nose against his, nodding. “I’d like that.” 

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Notes: I love this man so much. Hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[ryebecca]

"I'll be there for you when the rain starts to pour. I'll be there for you like I've been there before. I'll be there for you, 'cause you're there for me, too." - D·A·G·G·E·R·S ✨

[inklore]

bad liar

the daggers of love masterlist

premise: hooking up with your brothers best friend is not a mistake you wish to repeat. watching each other get off seems like the only viable option to restrain yourselves.

pairing: javy 'coyote' machado x seresin!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, coyote is a little tease, references to past hook ups, spit mention, pet names (bunny is readers nickname, baby), a touch of enemies with benefits, reader and jake are step siblings therefore reader is not written with any ethnicity in mind.

note: it's insane ya'll don't write for this pretty man more. but this is basically a prequel to the full fic i have planned for javy aka brothers best friend galore!

“You’re not playing fair, bunny.” Javy smirks at the scowl you give him for the childish nickname. His tongue runs along his bottom lip like the predator of his own nickname would its prey—coyote vs. bunny.

“I didn’t know you made the rules.” You retort, trying to act as unphased as one can with their hand between their legs, touching themselves in front of their brother's best friend. 

His head falls to the side, giving you a cheeky look that makes your lower belly burn. “I mean, it’s not really fair when you’re doing this to keep my hands off of you, and I can’t see that pretty pussy that I want so badly.” His own leg that's bent, and on the couch, the two of you share kicks at your ankle gently. Trying to pull your legs apart, spread you for him so he can see between your thighs. 

“Or I could just,” his hand leaves his cock, which is hard and leaking against his fingers, to lean forward and wrap itself around your calf. 

“Javy!” You scold him, kicking his palm with your foot, your legs flailing for half a second to get him away from you and back to his spot on the other end of the couch. His laughter makes your own bubble up inside of you. “Stay on your side.”

“Then let me see you.” He leans against the arm of the couch, his fingers coming back to his cock. Thumb running along the head slowly before he strokes down, a hitch in his breath. “Please, baby.” 

The dip your stomach does from the silly pet name, the way his chest falls heavy each time he moves over the head of his cock—flashbacks of the noises he made when he ran it through your wetness before pushing in and stretching you to the point of burning pleasure at your spine, the first few thrusts feeling like he was splitting you in two, Javy’s mouth hovering over yours, “I know you can take it, baby." 

And why shouldn’t he feel as fucking wrecked as you do right now, when he’s not even inside of you? This was the whole point of this, wasn’t it, to get all your feelings out this way instead of actually sleeping together again. 

Jake would kill the both of you. And while you hate labeling it a mistake, it’s not something you think should happen again for that very reason. You were notoriously bad at keeping secrets, and you’d like everyone to continue to think you found Coyote to be as annoying as the first day you met him—and not currently giving you the type of bedroom eyes that make you willing to risk your pride and the wrath of your brother to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue or his fingers in your hair guiding your pussy down onto his length. 

So without another objective thought, you spread your legs, and while Javy was still adorning his gray shorts, you were completely bare from the waist down. The burning look that flashes over his face, like he’s starved and it’s taking everything inside of him to not connect his mouth where your fingers are currently rolling your clit, has you whimpering. 

Your wetness completely on display for him. Showcasing the arousal that’s gathered against your thighs and coated your fingers and pussy. Any shyness you could possibly feel draining from your body thanks to your own desire and how he’s devouring you with his stare. 

“You drive me crazy,” he says, half laughing, half groaning. Teeth rolling his bottom lip between them. 

“Good, because the feelings are more than mutual.” You can’t even pretend to give him your regular flare of annoyance in your voice. Of hatred, because it’s drained from your body completely. 

“I might be a little jealous if this is how your body reacts to someone you dislike as much as you claim to.” 

“New rule, no talking.” 

He chuckles. “Now you’re pretending like you don’t get off by every word I say? You’re just full of lies, aren’t you, bunny?” 

“Don’t-”

“First you claim you hate me, but you were wet even before you started touching yourself. I didn’t even try to touch you, and I made that pussy wet.” He smirks, “and now you don’t like when I talk, when I specifically remember walking you through coming on my cock the last time you were wrapped around it. And your fingers haven’t stuttered once.” He locks his eyes on yours, “you wish you hated me, baby. So so badly, don’t you? It’s okay,” he teases. 

If your cheeks weren’t on fire and your body completely inflamed from not only his dark eyes but his—annoyingly correct—words, you’d do something other than reach your foot out and hit his calf with it. 

And you want to hide your face in the pillow at your back when you watch his neck bend to spit on the tip of his cock and rub it along his shaft, the soft squelch of your own bodily fluids that made a similar, more filthy noise the last time you were this wet—this in need. 

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. 

The longer your eyes lock, explore, and the more Javy opens his mouth, the closer you get to begging him for something that can’t happen. 

The ache in your core only grows more and more intense, like there’s a fire in your insides, the longer you rub fast circles against your clit. Coiling up for a release that won’t even come close to satisfying in the way it would feel with Coyote’s hands replacing yours. 

“All you need to do is ask, baby.” You hate that he knows what you’re thinking; the intensity you’re feeling as wrecked and heady as you are just from the prospect and desire of wanting—needing—him. While the animalistic look in his eyes and the soft grunts he’s letting out are making him look composed, as if he’s just waiting for you to ask. To beg him to fuck you. 

You shake your head, an attempt at a scowl making him smile. 

“Always such a good girl. Even when you’re so close to coming for me.” The muscles in his arm strain with each stroke to his cock, his hips pressing up each time you let out a noise. “It would still count as you making yourself come if you used my tongue. Fucked yourself against it. It’d feel so much better than your fingers, I promise.”

“Fuck,” you whimper. Your head in a repeated shake at this point; your own words are more of you trying to convince yourself of the truth that lies within them than Javy. “We can’t.” 

"But we both know that you want to, don’t you?” 

And without hesitation, as if it’s a muscle memory reaction, your body answering for you, you nod. “Fuck, yes.” 

“God,” he groans. Exasperated and frustrated, the filthy sound more like a growl than anything else, and it makes you clench. Has you right at that precipice, “come for me. Remind me how pretty you sound saying my name.” 

[flowersonmymind1016]

Coyote: Are you in love with someone?

Hangman: No.

Coyote: Oh really? Well I just saw Rooster making out with this really hot guy while I was on my way here.

Hangman: ...

Hangman: Th- that’s none of my business.

Coyote: Why are you crying then—?

[nolita-fairytale]

Top Gun: Maverick????? So if I say…Javy “Coyote” Machado…dom…and I’ll let you pick the rest. Go wild even

"Yes Sir" -- Dom!Javy "Coyote" Machado Headcanons:

a/n: slowly making my way through the rest of my requests, cuties!! this headcanon is nsfw and is 18+ so minors, do the thing and keep scrolling, bbs. second, @creativitybeware i decided to do this as a headcanon set after the events of top gun.

dom!coyote thots:

as a fellow aviator, you meet javy in corpus christi, swearing to yourself that you will NOT be falling for his southern charm and perfect smile.

the fact that he is best friends with hangman is red flag number one... so you swear to yourself that you won't become another plaything of the dynamic fuckboi duo that is the javy and jake show.

but boy are you wrong about javy, something you learn when you get called back to top gun for a top secret mission, a pilot program you discover is in its third iteration.

this third dagger mission is when you learn that javy machado, when jake seresin isn't glued to his side, is a perfect southern gentleman. he says please and thank you, his hero is his mom, and he always show respect with a 'yes ma'am' and 'yes sir' that comes from growing up a machado AND being a military man.

after playing wingman all night long, you're not shocked when hangman leaves the bar with phoenix, the sexual tension thick between the two of them. it gives javy the opportunity to swoop in and talk to you. maybe it's the tequila sodas, and it's definitely the cocky grin on his face when he asks you if you wanna get out of here that convince you to take him back to the barracks, but tonight, you find out the javy is also a perfect gentleman in the bedroom too.

while the teasing is all just a fun game of cat and mouse, javy's number one priority is your pleasure.

as someone who has to make quick decisions and think on your feet, the bedroom is the last place that you want to be in control and you have no reservation in asking for exactly what you want.

"so good for me. you wanna be my good girl?" he grunts, as he thrusts in and out of you.

"no. don't wanna be good. and i don't want you to be gentle, coyote," you manage to get out?

"you wanna be a brat, baby? you could've just said so. should've known you liked it rough."

night after night, for the rest of leave, javy has under him, on top of him, in front of him, straddling his face as you cry out his name. dom!javy absolutely loves to tie you up and edge you till you're begging for him to let you come.

hear me out, but dom!javy also loves to spank you, especially when he's hittin' it from behind. especially when you're being a brat. especially when it's followed up with him pulling your hair, wrapping a hand around your throat to give enough pressure that it feels near euphoric.

also hi i know it's cliche and i'm not sorry. rank. kink. "lieutenant." hell, you even call him lieutenant commander just to rile him up, even though that promotion his a ways off.

"fuck, baby. i love it when you call me that. say it again." "please lieutenant commander." and if you're feeling really sweet, "captain."

yeah, javy likes to roleplay too.

but aside from the rough sex and javy absolutely being an absolute dog in the sheets... his aftercare game is top notch, always ready to clean you up, or a draw up a bath.

"javy, baby, will you please run a bath for us?" "yes, ma'am."

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Spike It, Baby 🏐 | Javy 'Coyote' Machado Headcanon

TGM Masterlist | Content Warnings: slight canon divergence

Being a professional beach volleyball player for Team USA and marrying Javy Machado would look like:

Having grown up in Santa Monica, California in the 90s & 2000s, you learned to play beach volleyball before riding a bike. Both your parents were athletes, your mother a beach volleyball player who made it to the 1996 and 2000 Sydney Olympic Games when you were only a child. Watching her inspired you to continue the legacy, the goal of becoming an Olympian on your mind. 

You'd already been in the circuit and playing for Team USA when you met Javy in 2012 during your junior year of college. He'd just graduated from flying school, celebrating in Los Angeles before having to report to his duty station when he stumbled upon your NCAA tournament at the beach. The pilot pretty much falling in love with you right there as he saw you deliver the winning spike. Jumping for joy in the sand with your partner as y'all received the trophy. 

At the bar that night you two ran into each other, Javy offering to buy you a drink which you accepted. The two of you sitting on the outside porch where you talked the entire night. Not wanting to depart even when your friend groups were ready to leave. When it did come time to, numbers were exchanged with the promise of meeting up for a coffee or dinner. For you, it was a double win that day--securing the tournament trophy and a date with a handsome pilot. 

As your relationship progressed, a lot of time was spent a part for various reasons. Javy running missions, leading to his first assignment at Top Gun in 2014 before settling at Lemoore where he met Jake. You had tournaments throughout the year, both stateside and international. Your man--and sometimes Jake--made sure to be at every US tournament you competed it, the loudest in the stands where he was decked out in a t-shirt with you and your partner on it. "Let's go, baby! Show them how it's done" *whistles* "Best spike in the country--full of fire!"

Qualifying for the Rio Olympics was a dream come true. Falling to the sand on your knees after scoring the winning point with your signature spike. Javy and Jake were losing in their minds in the stands, the former in tears and wishing nothing more than to jump the barricade to hug you. Your partner was screaming, y'all's coaches clutched in a group hug. It was a memorable sight. You mother, the 2x Olympian, was a mess as well- considering your debut games marked the 20th anniversary of her debut. 

The Rio Olympics was the experience of a lifetime. Not to mention a silver lining moment for you and your partner. After a spectacular run in your pool play, following a successful quarterfinal, you faced off against the other team from USA, the 3x Olympic gold medalist Kerri Walsh Jennings and her partner April Ross. In a breathtaking match, leaving spectators in the stadium and watching around the world on the edge of their seats, you scored the winning point to send you both into the gold medal match. "Wow, wow, wow! Unbelievable! The #1 team in the world--Walsh Jennings & Ross--have been knocked out of the finals by their fellow Americans. They will go for the Bronze against the Brazilians, while the duo from Santa Monica, California will face off against the Germans." 

Despite losing the gold, you walked away with a silver medal and that in itself is an accomplishment. After all, you achieved your childhood dream of becoming an Olympian, continuing the legacy of your mother. Still, it wasn't over yet. You and your partner got back to the beach with your team and dominated the 2017-2019 seasons. Javy, your main supporter alongside your family, proposed and the two of you got married--on the beach of course. There were times him and Jake challenged you and your partner to a match. They were rusty in the beginning, but soon the pilots got pretty good after several games. You can expect them to kick ass against their coworkers. "Where the hell did you learn to do that, Machado? How are you guys so damn good at this?" Jake would smirk and nudge Javy, "What, have you been living under a rock? His woman is the best beach volleyball player in the country."

Following the success of the Uranium mission in 2019--which had you deathly afraid of losing Javy---the candidates became a little family. By now your relationship with Javy was known to his colleagues, not to mention your success in the world of sports drew a large following. People came up to you at the beach or stopped you on the sidewalk to asks for pictures. Natives of California in the Navy recognized Javy, "Hey, your wife won silver at the Olympics!" "That's right she did. And she's gonna get the gold this year at Tokyo--I know it."

The first time Maverick saw you play, he couldn't help but think back to his time at Top Gun. Where he and Goose played against Ice and Slider. The memory bringing a smile to his face as he watched you and Pheonix play against Javy and Jake. The boys complaining of Pete's calls as refs, citing he was favoring you and Monica. "That was totally out of bounds!" "Not from what I saw, sport."

Unfortunately, the Covid-19 pandemic resulted in the Tokyo Games to be postponed a whole year, and when they finally came it was ruled only coaches and athletes were to attend. No spectators. That meant Javy, your family, and the squad had to watch from Fightertown. It was like Deja vu when you made it to the gold medal match, facing your fellow teammates of USA again. You can expect the Hard Deck to explode when you delivered the match point, securing the gold medal with a beautiful spike, sending the ball into the sand to fast the other team had no time to react. "She did it! She fucking did it!! My baby is an Olympic Champion--Penny ring the bell!!" Yeah, you could hear the squad's cheers and screams miles down. 

When you touched back down on U.S soil, you sprint across the airport to jump into Javy's arms, cameras from the photographers flashing and the welcoming crowd cheering. Javy spinning you around, the rest of the squad joining your hug with flags waving in the background. As per tradition, you placed your gold medal around Javy and your parents, who all were beaming with pride. "Damn this is heavy." "The weight of a champion in the palm of your hand." 

The legacy of your golden run in the sport of beach volleyball would continue to the city of Paris. Where you became a 2x champion with not only your husband and parents in the crowd, but also your two-year-old daughter. Not losing a set the entire games, a beautiful scene with the Eiffel Tower sparkling down upon the stadium. Then four years later, in the Hollywood lights of Los Angeles--miles away from the place that started it all, you ended your career with another gold draped around your neck. Where your daughter witnessed you be crowned once more as the champion of women's beach volleyball, sparking the moment she became consumed with the dream of Olympic glory. 

"Mommy, I want to be like you when I grow up." "Well, you can do anything once you put your mind to it. All you have to do is set it in your sights, and spike it, baby." 

[foreverrandomwritings]

With sweet Javy, to each other ❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞, to a third party ❝  get lost.  ❞, [ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

Darts With a Side of Secret

Summary: You and Jake are waiting at the bar for Javy. When he arrives he tells Jake a little secret. This is going to be added to my You and Javy and his friend Jake short series. But it can be read as a separate part just like the other ones can be.

Pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x afab!Reader Bromance Javy "Coyote" Machado x Jake "Hangman" Seresin Platonic!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x afab!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, bar, alcohol, mission and a little sexual innuendo, you'll miss it if you blink kinda thing.

Word count:1118

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist Series Masterlist

You and Jake had been at the hard deck for about an hour or so. Javy had stayed at the base late finishing up some paperwork from his last mission. Jake had picked you up from your house on the way to the bar. That way you wouldn’t have to worry about driving two cars home. You had bet Jake that you could beat him in darts which was likely to happen because he thought it was funny to see you brag about winning sometimes. You, Javy and Jake all knew he took it easy on you but none of you ever said anything. 

“If I make this one then you have to pick up my tab for tonight.” You rolled the dart between your fingers, the jagged metal digging into your skin delightfully. 

“No fucking way that’s gonna happen. I just bought your dinner the other night. You’re gonna fucking make me go broke.” He scoffed at you before taking a drink of his beer. You both knew that the statement was false. Between the money he got from the Navy and his family wealth he didn’t have any financial worries. 

“Not my fault you suck at darts. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about picking up air bunnies you’d actually be able to practice sometime.” Your words were playful, it had become an inside joke in the squad that Jake was a player. But you knew better than that, he rarely ever slept with any of the women he left with. He would normally make sure they got home safely before going home himself. But he had already been labeled as a man whore so he figured he’d put on a show. 

“I’m gonna tell Javy that you’re being mean to me.” your mouth dropped open as you looked at him. There was a playful twinkle in his eyes as he gave you a big toothy grin.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You glared at him, he gave you a nonchalant shrug.

“Is this asshole bothering you?” It was almost like Javy knew you were talking about him as he came to stand behind you, hands placing themselves on your hips, chin laying on your shoulder. You gave Jake a smirk causing his own to fall from his lips. 

“Yes actually he is.” Jake went to protest but Javy started laughing, you could feel the vibrations from his chest on your back. 

“Get lost.” Jake gaped at you as Javy jested, you held your hand out to him expectantly waiting for him to place his last dart in your palm. 

“You’re taking her side?” Jake placed the red dart in your hand anyways, you stuck your tongue out at him. 

“You’re not the one that I plan on going home with tonight.” Javy’s smooth voice and the innuendo in his words had your whole body igniting with warmth. 

“This isn’t fair. I should’ve never set the two of you up.” The blonde continued to grumble as he mopped away, going to the pool table where some of the squad were playing a game. 

“He’s so whiny.” You turned in your boyfriend's hold coming face to face with him. You took in the sharpness of his jawline and the smirk on his lips. When your eyes met his brown ones, they had a sparkle in them. 

“He was just mad because you were about to hand him his ass in darts again.” you giggled at his reply, fingers drumming across his chest. He grabbed your wrist and brought your hand up to his lips kissing your fingers before grabbing the two darts from your other hand. 

“If I hit bullseye with both of these you gotta do that thing I like when we get home tonight.” His lips brushed your ear as he whispered into it. Your cheeks heated up at his words, mind becoming foggy at the thought of what he meant. 

“Let’s see what you got then hot stuff.” You gave him space to throw the darts, hand dramatically gesturing towards the board. He gave you a wink before he skillfully sent the first dart through the air. It hit the center of the board and he sent the other one through the air quickly after. It hit the center of the board as well. 

“Well sugar?” He turned to you with both of his eyebrows perked up. You gave him a teasing smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m ready to go home whenever you are.” You walked past him, landing a hand on his ass and sending him a wink. His eyes followed the sway of your hips as you walked to the bar. 

“I taught both of you everything you know about darts you realize that right?” Jake came up and slapped a hand on Javy’s shoulder. 

“Yea, yea, yea. Whatever you say man.” Javy glanced at his best friend and saw the smile on his face. His eyes fluttered back to your form leaning against the bar talking to Penny and he let out a long breath, shoulders relaxing. 

“I wasn’t at work ya know.” Javy desperately needed to tell someone where he was at. Jake looked at him questioningly, confusion clear in his expression. 

“Where were you then?” Javy hadn’t lied to you in the two years you had been dating so Jake wasn’t sure why he had started now. 

“I was looking at rings.” Jake’s mouth fell open before he punched Javy’s arm.

“Ow. What the fuck was that for man?” Javy rubbed the spot that Jake's fist had just come in contact with.

“You were looking at rings to propose to her without me? How dare you?” Jake pouted his lips as he glared at the New Orleans man.

“I didn’t buy one yet you asshole. You can come with me when I do. Now shut up she’s coming back over here.” They both looked back towards the bar and saw you walking their way with three beers in your hands. 

“What’re you boys talking about?” you asked them as you handed them each a bottle. 

“I was just asking Javy about taking the dogs on a hike this weekend. I heard one of the techs talking about a spot that I want to go to.” Javy was grateful for his friend's quick thinking. 

“Gumbo and Ella would love that. What time were we thinking?” Your excitement was clear in your words as your eyes got wider and your tone got a little higher. Javy took you in as you and his best friend talked about this weekend and he thanked whatever was out there that he was lucky enough to have these two amazing people in his life.

A/N: This is the finale of my month-long pride celebration and my hundred celly posts. I can't believe I've posted something everyday for the whole month and that I've gotten through all my requests. Thank you everyone that has shown me so much love during this time and to everyone that requested something for my celebration.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @taytaylala12 @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming @princess76179 @kmc1989 @qjdjjexnsk (slash through means I couldn't tag you)

[mothdruid]

heimdall || javy 'coyote' machado

"On the day the Gjallarhorn is blown, it will wake the gods, no matter where they are, no matter how deeply they sleep. Heimdall will blow Gjallarhorn only once, at the end of all things, Ragnärok."

god of foresight, surveillance, order, foreknowledge, and watchman of the gods

symbols: gjallarhorn, rainbow bridge, gold

the norse deities

[beezelarts]

As promised: another part of my TGM pride series!

In my head, the first time Jake went to a pride parade was with Javy when he was still in high school because Javy suggested he come with him and his baby brother (who is already out and proud but too young to go alone). Jake is not out to Javy yet but it encourages him further to trust his friend with his sexuality in the future.

Years later and Jake and Javy still go to pride together (if they manage to get their leave lined up). First Tasha joins them because they met her at the academy and Javy is absolutely gone on her, then, after the mission, Bradley and Bob too.

To the fanfic writers out there: feel free to use this as inspiration for a small one-shot if you like it♥️

[siempre-bucky]

daylight

Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Reader

Summary: Javy looked so pretty in the golden morning light pouring into your bedroom. So you decided to show him, covering his body in loving kisses and maybe something a little more.

warnings: oral (male receiving) 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

WC: 1.7k

a/n: there's just something about body worship that really get me going and that man fucking deserves it. I don't write smut often but when I do it's just giving Javy a blow job!

Winter was melting. You didn't need a groundhog or an overzealous weatherman rejoicing at warm weather while he enthusiastically pointed to the climbing white digits to tell you. It was the way the light poured into your bedroom, painting your bedroom golden. No longer would the cool toned light wake you from a sleep wishing for warmth and the bloom of spring. 

A smile appeared on your sleeping face, being awakened by a warm kiss from the sun. The bed started to move from beside you, followed by the sounds of bones cracking and a gentle groan of consciousness. Javy was awake, you noted, cracking one eye open to look over at him. 

You were met with empty sheets and a pillow with the indent of his head. With both eyes open, you followed the white lines lined with golden sunlight. There he sat with the sheets pooled around his bare waist. The morning light painted his dark skin so beautifully, hugging every muscle of his back while he stretched. The light created shadows in those muscles, showing them off as if he was made from the finest marble and carved by Michaelangelo himself. Or maybe not, he couldn’t create something that beautiful. 

"I can feel you staring," he spoke playfully, you could feel the smirk on the plump lips that felt like home. His shoulders rolled back, the muscles of his shoulder blades flexing from the movement. Javy stood up and stretched once more, the duvet falling to reveal the black Navy issued PT shorts that sat low on his hips. 

"I like looking at you," you responded with a small smile, rising from your spot and crawling to the corner of the bed. You placed your hands on his lower back, the touch creating goosebumps along his back. Soothing the bumps, your hands gently trailed upward towards his shoulders. 

Javy turned and captured your forearms, large hands sliding down to intertwine your fingers. He raised a brow while he looked down at you admiring his body. He never thought he was that interesting, sure he worked hard for the body he had but surely he wasn't worthy of the admiration. 

"You're so pretty, Javy," you said as if you could hear the thoughts churning in his mind. Freeing your hands, you returned them to his torso, gliding along till they found his hips. Leaning forward, you placed the first of many kisses. 

He smiled at the feeling of your warm lips on his abs, each defined muscle getting a kiss directly on the center. The kisses started to linger, the subtle smacking noises made his head start to go numb. By the time you rose on your knees and reached his sternum, your tongue began to trace the skin followed by a painfully slow kiss. Javy put his hand on the back of your neck and smirked, "What are we doin' here, cheri, hmm?"

Your eyes flashed upward and he thought it was borderline sinful to watch you kiss along one of his pecs. "Pretty tits," you moaned quietly, massaging the neglected pec, and also ignoring his question. 

His head tilted back, eyes rolling at the term. "You gotta call them that?" He grumbled to fight back the moan. 

Your thumb swiped his nipple and he suppressed a moan. "Don't act like you don't love it," you teased before swirling your tongue around the other. He did, but he'd never admit it. 

Once you pulled away, Javy placed a crooked finger under your chin to tilt your head. He smirked when your gaze met his. "Again, what are we doin' here?' He purred, smoothly stepping forward so his hardened cock could press against your torso. The aviator bent down, capturing your lips in one of those kisses that effortlessly left you breathless. 

All the air from your lungs left you as he pulled away, leaving tingles in their wake. "Let me take care of you, Jav," you told him, inhaling the needed air, and falling forward into him. 

He obliged and let you move him back into the bed, the soft hums from his lips as his head hit the numerous soft pillows made you smile. You didn't hesitate to settle yourself in between his toned legs, hand feeling every inch of his thighs. "You don't need these," you sighed as your fingertips disappeared underneath the hem of his shorts. 

You stripped him of the shorts, his cock springing from its confines and slapping against his abdomen. Tossing them onto the floor, you turned your attention to Javy who was already reaching for his dick. Catching him by the wrist, you laid on your stomach and put the palm of his hand on the side of your face. “‘S about you,” you mumbled, kissing the top of his left thigh. 

Javy sucked in his lower lip, he wasn’t used to being the center of attention like this. Even after all this time together, he felt the need to do something—make sure you knew you were loved and touched in all the ways you deserved. Take the back seat, he reminded himself as you teased him with kisses to his inner thighs. He sunk deeper into the pillows and let his eyes flutter close, the sunlight no longer blinding him. 

You placed kisses and love bites until there was a pool of glossy precum on his stomach, you moaned at the perfect bead forming at the tip. Your hands found purchase on his hip bones, the pads of your thumbs tracing the faded small stretch marks. “Baby, please,” he whined as your kisses got closer to where he wanted you the most. “Need your pretty mouth on me.” Glancing upward, an eruption of butterflies went off in your chest. The sun hit his glistening skin, creating a highlight along his jaw, and the bridge of his nose. His chest began to rise and fall faster with anticipation, the light shining along with his movements. 

After a few more kisses, you gave in and flattened your tongue on his balls and licked a long stripe upward. His hips bucked instinctively as your tongue swirled slowly around the tip, dipping into the slit to gather the precum. Holding his hips down, you went lower, taking him as deep as you could. 

Spit began to spill from the corners of your mouth as you quickly bobbed your head. The saliva provided the right about of slick for your hand to stroke the last few inches of his cock that couldn't fit. Strings of beautiful curses and praises left his lips. Fuck—God I love you—feel so good—so pretty wrapped around my cock. Fuck! 

Your mouth and hand worked together to bring Javy close to the edge. His hips started to roll and his thighs flexed under you. "You close, Javy? Do I make you feel good?" You moaned, pulling off of him. 

He lifted his head, brown eyes cracking open to look down at you. His dick glistened with the mix of precum and spit, your lips beautifully swollen, a string of spit still connecting the to of you. He fell back onto the pillow and sighed deeply, "So fucking good." Javy's eyes screwed shut as you went back down, he wanted to feel everything. The way your cheeks hollowed when you got closer to the tip, the way your hand gently fondled his balls, he could feel the beginning of an orgasm forming in his stomach. "I-I wanna cum," he pleaded, voice wavering. 

You paused, pulling off his cock, and kissing upward on the side of the shaft. Looking up at his blissful face, you kitten licked the tip of the head. "Take what you need, Javy," you whispered, "cum for me." 

Javy took his hand, and gripped the back of your head, politely forcing you back down onto him. His hips lacked rhythm as he thrusted into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat. He tried to let out moans instead of an apology for making you gag—you'd scold him for apologizing. 

Moans turned into pathetic whimpers of need. He kept you still as he thrusted once, his back arching off the bed. Thrusted twice, and a long drawn out moan flooded from his lips. And on the third thrust, the grip on your hair tightened and spurts of warm cum hit your throat. "Holy shit," he panted, finally opening his eyes and releasing the hold he had on you. His whole body felt limp.

Javy looked down and jolted out of his lying position once he saw the tears fall from your eyes. "I'm ok," you giggled once he took your face in his hands and wiped the tears from your eyes and the dribble of his cum from the corner of your mouth. "I'm alright, baby, I promise," you coughed to relieve the tickle in the back of your throat from the way his dick hit it perfectly evey time. 

He nodded and kissed your forehead, the intensity of his orgasm rendering him speechless. They were always more intense in the morning, he suddenly understood why you preferred morning sex. You got to see him fall apart in the best way; overcome with pleasure. You wrapped him up in your arms and buried your face in the crook of his neck. He let out an unintelligible hum and gently laid you on his chest, sinking into the pillows. 

"You with me, Javy?" You asked kindly after a while, basking in the morning light, his fingers tracing words into your arm. 

"Yeah," he smiled lazily, "just enjoying this." 

"We should get you cleaned up," you advised, hand sliding down his abs and wrapping around his sensitive cock. He grunted and snapped his head to the side, eyes staring at the mischievous look in yours. "Or we can do it all over again?" 

Javy began to sit up, pulling you up with him. "A shower sounds wonderful," he said, pecking at your lips. He pulled you up by the hand and kissed you again before wrapping an arm around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your sleep shirt as he pulled you close to his side. He whispered sweet nothings, leading you into the bathroom. Javy kicked the little grumpy hairless cat out of the room and helped you onto the counter. 

"Let me take care of you, meu amor?" He asked, his nose brushing your jawline, followed by his lips. 

"Always, Javy. Always."

[beyondthesefourwalls]

The Plus One

Summary: You couldn’t believe he was here. He had told you he would be, over and over again, but part of you had convinced yourself it was too good to be true. There was no way a man as perfect as Javy Machado would be so into you after you spent one night together, months ago, that he’d fly out to be your date to a wedding for people he’d never met before. Yet here he was, looking as good as a dream. By the end of the night you knew one thing for certain: a weekend with him would never be enough.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Fluff, language, smut-esque but not detailed. Suavy Javy, because he’s a warning. 

Notes: A not-so-subtle follow up to An Aviation Special, but can be read on its own! 

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You had to make a conscious effort to keep your eyes on your sister and your new brother-in-law as they exchanged vows at the altar, as opposed to letting them stray to the man in the 8th row in the dark blue suit. 

You couldn’t believe he was here. He was actually here. 

He had told you he would be, over and over again, but even after three months of talking on the phone almost every single day, falling a little bit more with every conversation, part of you had convinced yourself it was too good to be true. There was no way a man as perfect as one Javy Machado would be so into you after you spent one night together, months ago, that he’d fly out to be your date to a wedding for people he’d never met before. Once his original flight had gotten canceled and then the next one delayed, you had convinced yourself it wouldn’t happen at all. 

Yet…here he was. Slipping in right before the ceremony started, looking just as dashing as you had remembered, and smiling at you like you were the only one in the room. 

Holy shit. 

You took in a deep, silent breath through your nose and forced yourself to center on the words being spoken by the happy couple. It was almost over, so it wouldn’t be long until you could speak to him. 

Only it really, really was. Your job as maid of honor didn’t end after the ceremony. Pictures lasted almost 45 minutes, and then you had to help your sister bustle her dress, and the tiny buttons were impossible to find amongst the miles and miles of fabric of her train. The cocktail hour was over by the time you were done, and dinner started immediately after that. You kept glancing at where he was sitting from your spot at the bridal party table, and each time you met his dark eyes, you could feel the flush heating your face.

You barely remember giving your speech, and the best man’s lasted so long, you almost requested the DJ play the Jeopardy theme song. The first dance was beautiful, but throughout the whole thing, you felt the anticipation bubbling inside of you, so hot you thought you were going to implode. Your fingers tapped an impatient rhythm against your thighs as you watched the couple twirl around the dance floor for the entire length of the song. Once it was over, the DJ invited everyone to gather on the dance floor as something more upbeat started playing through the speakers, and you were out of your seat and moving through the rising crowd. Your eyes never left his as you made your way toward him, and your smile grew the closer you got. The nerves faded away to make room for the excitement you felt at finally, finally seeing him again. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” he called out once you were close enough to hear him, a mischievous grin on his handsome face, and you giggled as you launched yourself at him.

His strong arms wrapped around you, your feet leaving the ground as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him that you had really only experienced once, but that somehow seemed familiar in all the best ways.  

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whispered into his ear, and you could feel the rumble in his chest as he laughed. He set you back down, but kept a hand on the small of your back, your body staying close to his.  His dark eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and the look in his eye was one no man had ever given you before. 

“I told you I would be,” he said. He raised his other hand to your face and let the back of his finger run gently down your cheek. You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine at his touch. “You look beautiful, by the way. Even more beautiful in person. Just like in New Orleans.”

“Javy,” you breathed, unable to produce any other words now that you were this close to him - that he was really here, after so many months of just hearing his voice or seeing him through a screen. If it wasn’t for physically feeling his hands on you, you would think you were dreaming. You could feel the thrum of electricity starting in your veins, and by the way his gaze darkend when it flickered to your mouth, you knew he could, too. 

“My name sounds better in person, too.”

You groaned out loud, the combination of his words and that look in his dark eyes proving to be too much. Unable to resist, you pulled his face to yours. His lips were soft as they met your own, and he didn’t hesitate to press even closer, coaxing your mouth open for him. His kiss tasted even better than you remembered.

You let yourself get lost in the moment, the music fading into the background as all of your senses honed in on this man. He pulled you impossibly closer, your body now completely flush with his. Every touch sent a jolt of heat through you, igniting the fire that had been smoldering since that night in New Orleans. No amount of talking on the phone could have prepared you for how good it would feel to finally have his hands on you again. It took everything in you to pull away before you let it completely consume you. And you knew it would have been so easy to let that happen. You had discussed that very scenario in one of the calls that had gotten a little heavier than it probably should have, him describing how it could go in very nice detail. 

You had a fleeting thought that maybe you should be worried about how simple it was to lose yourself in him, all things considered. Just like that first night, though, and all the conversation in between then and now, it all felt so, so right. 

But you were surrounded by your family, and jumping his bones in the middle of the ballroom probably wouldn’t be the wisest decision, even if it was all you wanted at that moment. 

“I have to make it through this reception,” you told him, breathless and flushed. 

Javy swallowed deeply, but nodded in agreement. He kissed you again, quick and sweet and not nearly enough. He leaned his forehead against yours, and for a moment, you were both still, breathing the other in. Then he took a deep breath and stood up straight, sending you that charming smile you hadn’t been able to get out of your head. He held his arm out, and you linked yours through it. 

“Drink?” he asked, and you smiled as you nodded. While you waited in line at the open bar, he leant down to whisper in your ear. “Do you think they have aviations on the menu?” 

You threw your head back as you laughed, remembering the pretty purple cocktail he had bought you during Mardi Gras. “I can confirm that they do not. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t try and convince her to add it.” 

“Damn,” he cursed jokingly, no real heat behind it. He shot you a wink before asking you about how the morning had gone for you, knowing how stressed you had been over it. You talked quietly to one another as you slowly moved forward to the bar, and it wasn’t too long before Javy was ordering both of your drinks for you. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized he remembered exactly what you had said your go to normally was. You turned your head to try and hide the wide grin threatening to take over your face and pressed a kiss into his shoulder through his suit jacket. You didn’t miss how he shivered slightly at the action. 

The next few hours passed by in a blur, yet felt like it moved at a snail's pace all at the same time. Javy was never far from your side, being surprisingly willing to meet all of your family and friends. He introduced himself as a friend, but you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye when he shot you a look as he said it. It made you giddy, even as it fueled the feeling that this was too good to be true. How in the hell had you gotten this lucky? 

You swayed in his arms now, an old slow song playing through the room. He held you close, his fingers running softly over the skin of your back where your dress dipped low. 

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” you murmured, lifting your head off his chest to meet his gaze. “I’ve been dreaming about this for months.” 

“Dancing with me?” he joked. The confident, teasing glint in his dark eyes made you immediately feel more at ease, to where you didn’t worry about dishing it right back at him. 

“Among other things, I suppose.” 

He laughed lightly, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped to match. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Cheeky,” he whispered into your skin. You hummed in response, neither confirming nor denying, and let yourself sway with him for another moment in silence before he spoke up again, touching on the first thing you had said. “Didn’t think I’d show?”

His tone was the same playful one as before, but you could sense the thread of insecurity in it, too, and wanted to alleviate it. 

“It’s not that,” you assured him. You trailed your finger down the lapel of his jacket, smiling softly. “Most guys…I don’t think they’d go through the effort. They certainly never have before. So I guess I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that you’re real. Does that make sense?” 

Javy nodded slowly, a contemplative look crossing his face. You let him process your words, moving together with the music. You straightened his sage pocket square and let your hand rest there, feeling his heartbeat beneath your palm. Another moment passed before he was softly speaking your name. He hooked his finger beneath your chin to guide your eyes back to his. His stare was darker now, more intense than it had been all night. You barely had time to furrow your eyebrows in confusion, let alone question him, before he was swooping down to capture your lips with his. Your squeak of surprise turned into something closer to a moan as he kissed you harder than he had all night. You sunk into it without a second thought. 

When he finally pulled back, you were left breathless, your lips tingling from the intensity. His hand lingered on your cheek before he let it trail down the column of your throat, going as far as your collar bone before it dropped. You felt the warmth of his touch sear through you, making your heart race even faster.

“I’ve been counting down the days until I could do that,” Javy confessed quietly, and you had to bite your lip to keep the whimper from escaping. His voice was low, like it was just for you, like you were the only two people here. His eyes were filled with desire, but also with something deeper, more profound. It mirrored exactly what you were feeling inside, even if you didn’t quite understand it. 

“Javy…” you started, your voice coming out breathier than you anticipated, and you watched his eyes darken at the sound of his name like that. “I-” 

Before you could continue, you were being tapped on the shoulder. You turned quickly, startled by the touch. Another of your sister’s bridesmaids was there, a smirk on her face as she looked you up and down. You couldn’t help the heat that crept up on your face, embarrassed at how you and Javy must look on the dancefloor right now. 

“Your sister and the hubs are ready to do their exit. Can you go tell the DJ?” 

Part of you was annoyed that she had interrupted you when it would have been just as easy for her to fulfill the request. But the other part of you knew that this meant the night was almost over. 

“Yeah,” you told her, “I got it.” 

You turned back to Javy once she walked away. He was looking at you with a knowing, anticipatory look in his eyes. They seemed darker than they were before, like he also put two and two together on what the bride and groom’s exit would mean. Without missing a beat, you raised on your toes to kiss him again. 

“I’ll be right back.” 

You stood with your parents as your sister and new brother in law made their way through the crowd, hugging everyone goodbye. You were glad that your dress was long enough to hide your tapping foot as you urged her to move a little bit faster. When she finally got to you at the end of the line, she sent you an overdramatic wink as she pulled you into her arms. “He’s cute. Don’t worry about cleaning up. My wedding planner is on it.” 

You had never been more grateful for your older sister in your entire life. 

It was only a few minutes later that you had bid your own goodbyes to everyone and had Javy’s finger’s locked with yours as you tugged him out of the ballroom. You turned the corner to a long hallway before you stopped him, your hands cupping his face to pull his lips to yours. His big hands fell to your waist.

It was urgent, hungry, and the raw electricity between the two of you crackled. 

“I don’t want to assume anything,” he managed to say between kisses, his lips trailing to your jaw as you both breathed heavily. “But my room is right upstairs, and-” 

“Yes,” you said. 

He pulled away far enough to look into your eyes. “Yes?” 

You bit your lip, nodding quickly. “Yes.” 

As soon as you walked through the door of his room, he had you pressed against it, claiming your lips again. You moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. He lifted you into his arms, but your long dress made it impossible to wrap your legs around him like you so desperately wanted. He must have realized that too, as he deposited you onto the counter just to the right of the door, never breaking the kiss. You bumped into various travel size bottles, and you thought some of them might have toppled over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care; you were far too invested in this man, instead. 

When you had to pull away for air, you rested your forehead against his, breathing hard. 

“Javy,” you whispered, your voice sounding wrecked even to your own ears. He was staring intently back at you, dark with need and something.

“You make me crazy,” he confessed before you had the opportunity to. His voice was husky and rough, and your eyes fluttered shut at the words. 

“I’ve never felt like this before,” you said in return. 

He whispered your name, so softly you almost didn’t hear it. Your eyes opened slowly, looking at him. He didn’t need to say anything - his eyes said it all. You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders as his fingers found the zipper at the back of your dress, and then he was helping you down from the counter, and the material pooled at your feet. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he told you. Without another word, Javy scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before shedding the rest of his clothes. When he lowered himself onto the bed over you, his touch was reverent, his kisses slow and deep, and you knew you would never be the same again. Every moment with him felt like a dream, surreal and intoxicating.

He lit every single nerve ending on fire as he coaxed you to orgasm again and again, and by the time he came for a second time, you were nearly boneless, covered in sweat and completely satiated. You laid curled against his chest, your finger tracing the divots in his abs as his hand ran up and down your bare back. 

“This can’t just be this weekend,” Javy whispered into the quiet room. You picked your head up to meet his eyes, and he was already looking at you. “Tell me we can make it work.” 

You studied his face for a moment, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was a raw honesty that nearly took your breath away all over again. 

Part of you had been worried that this weekend really would be all that it would be. You had a whirlwind night together that ended far too soon months ago, and talked nearly every day since in anticipation of finally having the time you wish you would have then. There was a fear that perhaps it was a weekend meant for finishing what you had started. But instead, it had just stoked whatever had already been brewing. 

“We can make it work,” you said with conviction.

Distance be damned, he knew, without a doubt, that one weekend with him would never be enough. Not even close. 

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Notes: This was supposed to be just straight smut....clearly, it didn't turn out that way lol. I hope you enjoyed it!

Thanks to @roosterforme @sylviebell and @mak-32 for reading it over and all the help along the way!

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[ryebecca]

a dagger tale as old as time: "So this is love. So this is what makes life divine." -Cinderella 🤴🏽 ✨

[ohtobeleah]

here's a line that's pretty universal for whatever angsty goodness you come up with; "Don’t you dare close your eyes. I’m gonna get you outta here."

-🍁

Immediately what I thought of was this. Reader and Coyote are in a car accident. TW: Car Accident

Reader was driving and Coyote was nursing the gender reveal cake they'd just collected. Its your first baby and everyone is expected to be over at your house tomorrow at 12 for a big celebration full of love and support.

Jakes on the phone to his long-time friend, asking about what he should bring, his voice echoes through the car on Blue Tooth. He hears the “WATCH OUT!” from Coyote. Then nothing…

A car coming the opposite direction lost control and crashed head-first into them. Crushing the car and injuring both of you. But Javy is able to get out of the car…before the engine ignites into flames.

“No no no no! Don't you dare close your eyes!” He screams all the while trying to pull you from the wreckage. Its burning. You're bloodied. You aren't awake. “Im gonna get you out of here!” He's not thinking about injuring you further, he just wants his family out of the burning car.

There's pink icing smeard against what remains of the dash…..

[lieutenantfloyd]

SFW Alphabet | Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of jealousy

Authors note: I could’ve sworn I added this to the queue earlier this week, but apparently not! Anyways, this was very fun to write and I’m excited to finally have some Javy content on my blog!

a- asking (Who’s the first person to confess and how does it happen?)

It depends on how serious he is about things. If he’s flirting with you and/or getting your number, he’s practically dripping charm and confidence. Yet when it comes to asking you out on an actual date, this man is in shambles. He ends up staying in the talking phase with you while he mulls over things. Eventually, he explains the situation to Hangman, who instills him with the confidence he needs to finally call and ask you out.

B - Butterflies (How they act when they’re nervous.)

One of the things you admire most about Coyote is how strong his mindset is. Because of this, it’s actually extremely rare for him to get nervous. On the rare occasion he does, he gets tunnel vision—his sole focus being on overcoming whatever is catching him up. This tactic has never failed him before, but you still make sure that he knows you’ll be there for him in the event that it fails.

c- cuddles (What is their favorite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)

Coyote is incredibly physically affectionate. Cuddle sessions are almost always spontaneous, and he has zero preferences when it comes to position.

d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

Settling down with Coyote is… non-traditional. He’s down for starting a life together, getting a house, and even having a couple of babies. On the flip side of this, he’s still young and restless and wants to live life to the fullest. When you do start having these serious life conversations, he’ll hesitantly open up and tell you that while he’s 100% committed and wants to spend his life with you, he doesn’t see himself walking down the aisle for at least several more years.

e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)

When people say that their significant other is their cheerleader, no one means it quite as literally as you do with Javy. If him dressing up in a cheer uniform is what you need to succeed, he’ll do it in a heartbeat.

f- favorite thing(s) about you (What are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)

His favorite thing in the world is to see your smile, followed by your confidence. Something about his S/O walking into any room with their head held high and not being afraid to speak their mind gets him all worked up.

g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)

As mentioned above, Javy adores your smile. There is rarely a serious moment between you, which provides some much needed levity to the struggles of everyday life.

h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)

Javy will never tell you a lie and is typically honest to a fault. He believes that honesty is the best policy and is comfortable coming to you with anything.

i- impression (What was their first impression of you? Was it positive or negative?)

To anyone who asks, Javy will say that it was love at first sight for him. While you might find this dramatic, he’s 100% serious. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one for him.

j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)

Javy’s jealousy is one of the biggest points of contention in your relationship. It’s not a rare sight to see Javy going toe to toe with anyone he feels is a threat, or in more extreme cases, removing you from the situation. His jealous actions have spurred on their fair share of arguments between you. With you feeling like he’s more of an overbearing parent than a significant other. From his perspective, it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it’s that he doesn’t trust other people to treat you right.

k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)

Anywhere, anytime, and any place, Javy will kiss you like it’s his last day on earth. It’s honestly something he prides himself in. As your relationship progresses, he starts keeping score of how many times he can interrupt your daily tasks by walking up and kissing you until you're breathless.

l- love language (What’s their love language?)

Words of affirmation. Be his hypeman, and he’ll love you forever.

m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

Like in letter D, marriage with Javy is definitely on the table, but not for a good long while. His parents instilled in him to take marriage very seriously and he doesn’t want to make that decision until he’s 100% ready. And when the time is right, he’s absolutely proposing.

n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

Javy refuses to use or answer to anything but the most painfully cheesy pet names. For you: Peaches, Boobear, babycakes For him: Sugarplum, darling. Light of my life…

o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

With Coyote’s big personality, it’s not hard for even complete strangers to learn just all about him. When it comes to deeper topics like his childhood and what he wants in life, he’s equally as open.

p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)

He’s open for some hand holding and quick kisses, though he much prefers to keep anything further than that just between you two.

q- quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Javy loves to stay active, but he also loves rest and relaxation. Your time together is just as likely to be spent on hiking trails as it is on the couch binge watching your favorite comfort shows.

r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)

Despite being very forward with his feelings romance doesn’t come naturally to him. While that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying, he’s definitely still that guy running around the supermarket on valentine's day trying to get their partner a gift.

s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

The flip side of his naturally jealous nature is that Javy will always defend your honor. He prefers to keep things to a verbal dispute with fighting being a last resort, though it’s never completely off the table,

t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

People who take things too seriously. People who lack passion and drive in life.

u- understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

He is very understanding, and hopes you'll give him the same level of grace.

v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)

Javy values your stability. Being the wildcard that he is, he often tells you that you are the calm to his storm.

w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

Living with Javy means your nightly routine consists of skincare and face masks, matching pajamas, and staying up far too late playing Mario Kart.

x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

He’s not terrible at reading you, but he wants to get better. As your relationship progresses, he masters the art of making a conscious habit/effort of anticipating your wants and needs.

y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?)

While he doesn’t consider himself clingy, he does start to struggle during longer deployments, especially if he can’t hear your voice. This is when he really starts to rely on his closest friends to help fill the emotional and social void.

z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

Once Javy starts dating someone, he puts all his energy into building the relationship until things feel stable. This—along with his fast paced life—has caused most of his past relationships to fizzle out. As long as you’re both putting in the effort to keep the spark alive, your relationship with Javy will be the adventure of a lifetime.

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[callsignspark]

soft-tober | 01 | Javy Machado

soft-tober is about experiencing the joys of October with loved ones. each day is a fall-related one-shot for one of the couples from my Dagger, Sword & Shield universe, plus a few extras! today is Javy and Erin with "Do you want some hot chocolate?" from this prompt list.

If you’d like to be tagged for soft-tober, please send an ask!

word count: 1k

soft-tober masterlist | main masterlist | divider credit here

warnings: extreme fluff, mentions of being naked but nothing nsfw

callsignspark disclaimer: my blog is an 18+ space; minors do not interact - you will be blocked. I do not consent to my work being copied, run through an AI generator, translated, or posted elsewhere. I do have an AO3, where I eventually will be cross-posting my works.

01. “Do you want some hot chocolate?”

The beeping of the alarm clock rouses both of them, as it has every morning since they started sharing a room. And like every morning since then, Javy presses a kiss to whatever part of Erin’s face isn’t smushed into her pillow before silencing the alarm. She’s back asleep before he can get up to go through his pre-run routine. Double-check the weather report. Stretch. Make a post-run smoothie.

Today, he doesn’t even get to the first step.

Instead of sunlight streaming through the windows, rain is pelting the glass, making their room chilly. Javy lays there for a minute, two halves of him arguing whether it’s really necessary to run this morning. He knows he should. It’s his third year being a TOP GUN instructor, and while he’s still in fantastic shape, it’s very slowly getting trickier to keep up with the kids he’s teaching.

Ultimately, with a promise to do half an hour on the treadmill later, the side that’s arguing to stay under the warm covers with his girlfriend wins. He rolls towards her, staring at her freckled face and chuckling to himself at the way her face is mushed against his pillow that she’d somehow stolen during the night, a tiny puddle of drool staining the fabric. Something only he finds adorable.

Erin Messuri is a lot of things - smart, funny, caring - but she is not a pretty sleeper. Javy learned that soon after she became his roommate. That first week, after she moved into the room that had previously been Jake’s, he was stumped as to how someone so beautiful could wake up looking like she fought someone in her sleep and then, within 20 minutes, be completely ready for the day. Then she fell asleep on the couch one night after dinner, and Javy watched in real time as she contorted herself into the most uncomfortable position he’d ever seen and immediately started snoring.

Looking back, he realizes that’s probably the moment he fell in love with her. Though he didn’t realize it for several months.

“You’re still here.” Erin’s voice is soft, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he watched her mouth move, he wouldn’t have known she was awake.

“It’s too chilly to run this morning.” He leans forward, pulling the covers down to kiss her shoulder, still bare from last night's activities. “Wanted to stay with you.”

She hums, shifting to her side so they’re pressed chest to chest. “Well, I’m not complaining. I never get to wake up with you during the week.”

The words have barely left her mouth before her head goes heavy against his arm, asleep again. Javy smiles to himself, brushing a soft hand over her hair and pressing a kiss to his girlfriend’s head.

Soon to be fiancée.

The little voice in his head reminds him, making his eyes dart to the dresser, picturing the black velvet box hidden in the back of the drawer that holds his flight suits. The one drawer Erin never goes in because the lingering jet fuel smell can irritate her asthma.

A tiny irrational fear that something has happened to the simple silver band with a blue sapphire gemstone, the stone representing the month they met, causing him to check on it once or twice a day. He likes to think he’s been relatively normal and calm since purchasing the ring, but he’s not sure how successful he’s been. He knows he’s been better than Jake, who was so twitchy that Flora figured out what was going on two days after the piece of gold jewelry that she now wears every day was purchased.

Javy lets them lay there until Erin’s first alarm - the first of five - goes off, smothering a laugh at how she rolls over and smacks at the alarm clock until it stops beeping without ever fully waking up.

“C’mon, baby; if you get up with me right now, I’ll give you a special treat.”

“No, thank you; you gave me a special treat last night.”

This time, he can’t stop the laughter. Laughing even harder when she rolls over, shooting a grumpy look at him, one that would be more effective if she wasn’t naked with her hair sticking up.

“Well, as special as last night’s treat was, I was thinking more along the sustenance route. Waffles and something a little different. Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“Coffee.”

“No hot chocolate?” Javy teases. Erin loves chocolate, but as long as they’ve known each other, she’s never started the day without coffee.

“What if you made me a homemade Dunkaccino?”

He blinks at her. “What the fuck is a Dunkaccino? Is this some stupid East Coast thing?”

“First of all, you’re also from the East Coast, Mr. Florida Man.”

“I am from New Orleans! Being born in Florida is an unfortunate circumstance that I could not control!”

“Second!” She continues, talking over him as she climbs into his lap, awake now that he’s got her riled up. “Nothing made by Dunkin’ Donuts is stupid - you’ve just been deprived. Third-”

Erin squeaks as Javy flips them over, the two laughing as he hovers over her and presses slow kisses against her neck and collarbones.

“Third, a Dunkaccino is a delicious combination of coffee and hot chocolate that is the perfect way to warm up on a rainy October day, but they stopped making it years ago.”

“Mmmm… I can probably finagle something like that together for you, ma’am.”

“Really?”

“Of course. No promises if it’ll be good.”

“Well, as long as there’s still regular coffee, that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Her eyes twinkle at him, making his heart pound after all these years.

“God, I love you.” Javy kisses her, probably a little too passionately considering it’s before seven on a Tuesday, but he can’t help it. Overcome by her and her smile, her laugh, her dependence on caffeine that should probably be concerning but isn’t considering her job.

Erin pulls back, her cheeks a little pink from the intensity of the kiss. “I love you, too.”

He almost breaks, almost asks her to marry him right there and then, ruining the surprise engagement he has planned for next month, but she interrupts him before he can.

“Javy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I still need the coffee, no matter how you end up presenting it to me.”

“On it.” Mrs. Machado, he adds silently, pressing one more kiss to her lips before pulling on his shorts and heading to the kitchen, closing out the browser tab he was using to research local photographers in favor of figuring out how to best combine coffee and hot chocolate to make something that actually tastes good.

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