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[oonajaeadira]

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WINKTOBER DAY 15: Overstimulation (GTTT PATS)

Something soft, presented without preamble.

“Hey,” the tip of his nose makes contact with your throbbing temple as he leans in and breathes, “follow me.”

Leading you away from the bride–your cousin–circumnavigating the pulsing dance floor and several rowdy wedding guests, Patricio takes your hand and pulls you outside the venue into the garden now devoid of folding chairs and instead glowing with solar path lamps and fairy lights.

Once the door claps shut you can barely hear the thud of the bass from the reception…even less so when he opens his corduroy jacket and presses your face to his chest, folding the lapels back around you while he cradles the back of your head in his capable hands and presses his thumbs against the base of your skull.

“Breathe,” he reminds you–he always reminds you–and when you pathetically whine a muffled question against his chest he answers, “The way you were squinting in the dark in there; you think I can’t tell when you’ve got a migraine coming on?”

And it is this tenderness that allows your shoulders to drop and your muscles to relax–to let go of all the noise and disco lights and the family drama–it is this care that breaks up the pain that has begun to cluster, and even more so than his knowledge of drainage systems or pressure points or breathing techniques, you are healed by his knowledge of you.

“Listen,” he purrs into your hair, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you gently, “this is only a quick fix and we can stay if you want to, but it’s best to fight fire with fire; a migraine from overstimulation is best tackled by a rerouting of stimulation….but we’re going to have to get you back home for that…or at least somewhere much, much more private.”

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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

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[katareyoudrilling]

I posted 1,198 times in 2022

That's 1,198 more posts than 2021!

89 posts created (7%)

1,109 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@grogusmum

@whataperfectwasteoftime

@just-here-for-the-moment

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I tagged 1,077 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 330 posts

#fic recs - 272 posts

#comment reblog - 183 posts

#pedro pascal - 90 posts

#marcus pike - 34 posts

#winktober - 29 posts

#frankie morales - 25 posts

#javier peña - 24 posts

#tag game - 22 posts

#dieter bravo - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 100 characters

#the puzzle i’m working on is how to get through the next two weeks without completely losing my mind

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Normal Human Reactions

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 2)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Your attraction to Marcus grows, but you can’t act on it at work, right?

Word count: 1.2k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: none

A/N: I’ve decided to make this a series!  Here is Part 1.  I have no idea how FBI stuff works.  Just know that they are on a case that involves art, don’t think too much about it.  I have tagged some people who were interested after the last one.  Please let me know if you would like to be tagged, or if you are tagged and want to be removed.  Enjoy!

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Marcus was not kidding about being a cuddly sleeper.

That night, he had removed the pillows separating you and pulled you into his strong, warm body.  He started kissing you tenderly, running his fingers through your hair.  Gentle brushes of lips turned more insistent as he ran his hand down your back, over the swell of your ass, and down to your bare legs.

You think he might be a leg man.  

He hiked your knee up on his hip and gripped handfuls of your thigh.  His fingers barely skimmed the edges of your underwear, driving you crazy with want.  He slid his hand down to your ankle, encircling it with his long fingers, before travelling back up, caressing every inch of your skin and gripping your hip.  His fingers pressing indents into your flesh.

You had dug your hands into his hair, the idea of messing up his usually perfectly styled locks spurring you on.  You explored his muscular shoulders and back with your hands and his plush lips with your mouth.  His skin was hot and smooth beneath your palms.

You wanted him to grab your ass or slide his palm under your shirt, but he didn’t.  Such a gentleman.  It only made you want him more.

When you moved to feel the hard length of him between you, he had grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

“Not tonight,” he panted against you.  “I won’t be able to stop.”

You had reluctantly agreed.

The kisses were slower after that, sweeter.  Eventually you turned in his arms and he pulled your back into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you.  You tucked perfectly into his broad chest.  He kissed your neck and whispered, “Goodnight,” into your hair.

You let the warmth of his body sink into your back and lull you to sleep.

He didn’t let go of you all night.

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That was five days ago.

The first week on a new case is intense – meeting after meeting getting the team on the same page, piles of paperwork, and hours of video surveillance footage.  You missed half of Monday just trying to get to California, so have been working late in the evenings to make up time.  You collapse into bed each night exhausted.  You and Marcus have barely had a chance to talk outside of work.

The stress of being back in Sacramento has been an added burden for Marcus.  You notice him get a distant look in his eye and a tick in his jaw sometimes.  Midweek, he disappeared from your shared work area looking tense.  He returned a while later, much more at ease.  You don’t pry, but you have a feeling he went looking for closure and found it.

You are confident that what happened in the hotel room wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.  You can tell he still wants you by the heated glances he throws your way and how he nudges his knee against yours under the conference room table where no one can see.

You’ve done your share of surreptitious flirting as well.  Brushing up against him in the breakroom.  Bending over his desk to look at something on his computer monitor.  You may have chosen to wear skirts to work this week and pretended not to notice when Marcus’s eyes lingered on your legs.  You almost feel bad for teasing him, but you might be more worked up than he is.

You are going to burst if you don’t get him alone soon.

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105 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#4

Even Cary Grant Wanted to be Cary Grant

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 3)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: One bed, but on purpose this time

Word count: 1.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: oral sex (f receiving)

A/N: It’s about time! Amirite? I am so thankful for your comments and reblogs!  I hope you enjoy another installment these adorable dorks.  I have tagged some people who enjoyed the previous parts. I hope that’s ok!  Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ||  Part 4

The crisp evening air greets you as you step out onto the sidewalk.  It’s a welcome relief after the close heat of the video booth.  You and Marcus had managed to separate yourselves and focus long enough to review the footage you wanted to get through that afternoon, but only because of that one word promise you had made to each other – later.

“Can I buy you dinner?” Marcus asks, stepping close to you.

“Sure, where should we go?” you smile, looking up at him.

Marcus opens his mouth then closes it.  He glances up and down the street looking uncomfortable.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, I—uh, I would normally take you to my favorite diner for pancakes, breakfast for dinner is kind of my thing, but I have some umm—unpleasant memories associated with that place now.”  He drags a hand down his face.

Damn that woman.  Her loss.

“I heard some of the local agents talking about a new place a few blocks down.  How about we go there?”  You slide your hand into his, linking your fingers together.

Marcus sighs with relief.  “New sounds good.”

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“It can’t be done.”

“Try anyway.”

“But it’s impossible!”

“Stop whining and choose.”

Marcus lets out an aggrieved sigh.  “Fine.  If I had to choose my favorite Cary Grant movie… I guess I would say Charade.”

“Do you just have a thing for Audrey Hepburn?” you tease.

“The thing I may or may not have for Audrey Hepburn is unimportant.”  He smiles into his drink.

“I can’t argue with Charade.  It’s excellent.  So suspenseful.  But what about North by Northwest?”

“See!  This is why you shouldn’t have made me choose!” Marcus throws his hands up in exasperation and leans towards you across the table.  “North by Northwest is a perfect movie.  Is it your favorite?”

“Oh, I could never pick a favorite, that’s impossible,” you reply, widening your eyes innocently.

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108 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

Zero (Marcus Pike drabble)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Marcus shares the results of his vasectomy

Word count: 225

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Vasectomy kink? Whatever the opposite of breeding kink is lol

A/N: This is just a bit of fun, hardly worth a tag, but I’m doing it anyway.  Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Zero?” you ask, unsure.

“Zero.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.  The doctor gave me the all-clear.”

“So there’s no chance I’ll get pregnant?”

“That’s right, no chance.”

A shiver runs up your spine.  Marcus continues his trek up your body, placing lingering kisses on your ribs and chest.  His thick cock nudges against your leg.

“No more pill?” you ask, trying to wrap your mind around this reality.

“No more pill.”

“No condoms?”

“No condoms.  Thank God,” he mumbles against your skin.

His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck.  You’re done.  Your family is complete.  You love your children, asleep in the next room, and wanted them so much, but pregnancy and the aftermath was fucking difficult.  You were slowly coming out of the exhausted haze you’d been living in the last 4 years.  There was light at the end of the tunnel and there was no way you were going back in.

Wetness pools between your legs as your husband whispers the promises of his vasectomy into your skin.

He reaches your lips and you welcome him with a moan.  He teases you with his tongue while he guides the tip of his cock through your wet folds.  He notches himself at your entrance and pulls back to look deep into your eyes.

“Ready to not make a baby?” he asks, eyes twinkling.

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Taglist: @lovesbiggerthanpride @kirsteng42  @pedrohoe04 @mswarriorbabe80   @greeneyedblondie44 @pagannightwitch @whataperfectwasteoftime  @just-here-for-the-moment 

114 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#2

Dangerous When Wet

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 4)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: You and Marcus watch a movie

Word count: 1.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: unprotected PIV (established relationship)

A/N: It’s the name of a movie you guys, get your minds out of the gutter 😇 Esther Williams movies hold a very dear place in my heart.  My favorite, in case you were wondering, is Bathing Beauty.  This installment marks the end of this little series, for now at least.  I hope you’ve enjoyed it!  Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!  PS- If someone could edit Teresa out of this gif, I would be forever grateful ❤️ UPDATE!! Thank you @nicolethered for the new gifs!! I couldn’t pick just one!

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 ||  Part 3 || Part 4

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117 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

And the Walls Came Tumbling Down

Series: Movies with Marcus (Part 1)

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: There was only one bed

Word count: 1.5k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: none

A/N:  Remember when I said I only wrote original characters? Ha! Silly me, when am I going to learn to stop putting myself in boxes?  This idea popped in my head last night and wouldn’t go away.  I have only watched Pedro’s scenes from The Mentalist, so I apologize for inaccuracies.  I hesitate to even try to add my voice to the many, many incredible writers on here with their varied and wonderful takes on Marcus Pike.  I love them all.  But I’ve decided to lean into the more-is-more mentality of the fandom and just go for it.  I’m tagging some people I think might enjoy this, I hope that’s ok!  Thank you so much for reading!  Be gentle!

Update: I decided to make this a series!  This is Part 1.  Here is Part 2!

Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Great.  Just great.  Not only were you forced to share a room at this crappy airport hotel, there is only one bed.  One fucking bed.

You move farther inside the room and drop your carry-on luggage on the dresser with a groan.

You hear Marcus swear under his breath behind you as he realizes the extent of the predicament you were in.

You and Marcus didn’t usually work together.  Definitely not alone together.  He arrived at the DC office 3 months ago and had quickly gained a reputation among your co-workers for being friendly and kind, in addition to being devastatingly handsome.  But not to you.  To you he was cold and distant.  You were never on the receiving end of one of his megawatt smiles.  Not that you cared.  You definitely didn’t.

The two of you being assigned to this case was a weird fluke – your respective partners out of commission for different reasons.  You were headed to investigate a theft in Sacramento, CA.  Rumor had it, Marcus had some connections there.  You were fuzzy on the details.

You were supposed to catch a connecting flight out of O’Hare tonight, but icy conditions forced your flight from Dulles to reroute to Moline, Illinois.  Wherever the hell that was.  Of course your luggage was trapped on the plane.

You thank your lucky stars that you bought a t-shirt from a shop at the airport while Marcus arranged for the hotel and for the fact that you always kept a spare pair of underwear in your carry-on.

Marcus is still frowning at the bed.

“I suppose we could hang up a sheet, like in It Happened One Night,” you offer.

His head snaps up in surprise, “You know that movie?” he asks.

“1934, Claudette Colbert, Clark Gable, possibly the best movie ever made?  Of course I know that movie,” you reply, annoyed.

“Right, of course, sorry,” he stammers.  “Well, I don’t know about hanging a sheet, but how about a wall of pillows?  Our own wall of Jericho?” he suggests with a shrug.  You definitely don’t notice how his suit jacket stretches across his shoulders.

“Works for me,” you reply, voice tight.  You grab the toiletry kit generously supplied by the hotel front desk, your newly acquired John Deere t-shirt, and head for the bathroom.

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Marcus stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, fists clenched against the countertop.  This is bad.  So bad.

One hotel room.  One fucking bed.

He had begged at the airport for them to find him another room.  He had failed.  And now he had to somehow get through the night – beside you.  You and your plush lips.  You and your soft curves.

He had been drawn to you instantly the first time he met you.  It had been a month after his move to DC.  You had been on assignment when he first arrived, so missed those first few weeks post-Teresa.

You were so smart and witty.  Your smile lit up the room.  Your laugh haunted his dreams.  Also, you were fucking gorgeous.  He felt himself falling.  He had to put a stop to it.

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190 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

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[oonajaeadira-writes-javig]

SWEETS SERIES (Javi G x f!reader) Masterlist

FANDOM: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent / Javi Gutierrez

RATING: T for now. Fluffy AF.

No Minors Please: My work is 18+. I will respectfully ask minors to turn away to protect themselves and me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: You’re the personal assistant and close friend of the head of the Gutierrez family business. He calls you his Girl Sunday and values your opinion on everything from business to fashion. You share an insatiable fondness for sweets.

NOTES: A series of sweet one-shots. Warning, it will rot your teeth. This series is ongoing, listed in chronological order.

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THE SWEETS SERIES

The Sentimental Defacement of Homemade Cookies - Javi is your boss, and you’re making some cookies.

The Sweet Appreciation of Mutual Assistance - After a short vacation, you’re welcomed back home by your boss Javi.

The Tranquil Bliss of Moonlit Dessert - When Javi’s out at a dinner meeting, you try not to be jealous about the food. Or the company.

The Effortless Removal of Unscalable Barriers - Javi asks for your opinion and you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong.

The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence - After a long week, Javi asks only that you relax.

The Tolerant Devotion of Extracurricular Caretaking - The hardest part of your job is taking care of a sick Javi. But in many ways, it’s also the best part.

The Blatant Presentation of Glowing Adoration - There’s a party going on at the Gutierrez mansion and Javi has a gift for you.

The Superfluous Meeting of Utmost Importance - It’s the day of the meeting.

The Lethargic Morning of Meta Unfolding - You help Javi brainstorm through a writer’s block with some delightful results.

The NSFW Alphabet of Bedroom Intimacies - NSFW headcanon specifically for Sweets Series Javi and Sunday.

The Gentle Admission of Innocent Daydreams - Javi pushes a little too far in his teasing and goes out of his way to make his girl happy.

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SIX SENTENCE FICLETS

Winktober 2022: Cream Pie Winktober 2022: Dirty Dancing Winktober 2022: Stockings

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EXTRAS

An everyday drabble - What Sunday and Javi are up to on any given day set after The Superfluous Meeting of Utmost Importance.

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ARTWORK INSPIRED BY THE SWEETS SERIES

Javi hacks Sunday’s lock screen  - by @chaoticgeminate inspired by The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence (find it here as a reblog comment and here in gif form!)

Movie night with Javi G and Sunday - by @beecastle inspired by The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence

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COMMISSIONED ARTWORK

Javi G and Girl Sunday by @miranhas-art based on The Tranquil Bliss of Moonlit Dessert

PLEASE NOTE: I write my stories with myself in mind, but I try to keep them as reader characters as inclusive as possible. This art is not meant to represent all readers. Your reader is you. My reader is me, and when I commission artwork, I usually do so with myself as reference. I write what I yearn and yearn to see what I write, and I can’t do it myself, so I choose to support fanart artists. They do beautiful work and there’s no way I’m not going to share it with you!!!

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[insomniamamma]

oooh this puts the biggest smile on my face whenever it crosses my dash. This is how I want to wake up every morning for the rest of my life.

WINKTOBER DAY 21: Nipple Play (Nico)

Okay, y’all. This one is a weird one. I didn’t really know what this one would be when I chose it but that I saw “nipple” and my head went to Nico because. So I just started typing and this happened. And yes, run-on sentences and rule-breaking like whoa, but there’s a reason, since I wanted to play with the world of the film in the kind of language that put me in that spot. And it kind of illustrates how I feel about the film… it’s hard to explain here; you’ll understand at the end.

 In its own way, this one’s an October Valentine for @insomniamamma​ because she loves this weirdo so. <3

“He had a penchant for sweeping people away just with the timbre of his dulcet voice; it didn’t matter what was said, he had such a way about him…nights in Vienna…we could eat sausages by the sea…”

This day couldn’t get any worse, what with the owners of the house leaving that monstrous bird behind, the garbage disposal giving up the ghost in the middle of the breakfast you were told NOT to have in the house (but compelled to have in the house–half a dozen shelled eggs–because you were told not to) and your real estate boss double booking herself and leaving you to cater to the boring socialites that want to consider this fairly blah-zay home, none of them really serious about buying, hiding from their problems in the bathtub, solving their issues in the back garden, none of them at all interested in seeing you as a person–merely a better functioning Siri or Alexa.

But then this guy came in and started to talk–no, expound, and weirdly, his stories having no point, starting in the middle and about nobody in particular–and at first you just wanted him to look through the house and get out, get back to playing the cello (when did you pick up the cello?) but you’ve come around to liking him…maybe even wanting him?

Husky, broad, yet delicate, he moved through the house like butter melting through a stack of pancakes (mmm…still hungry…perhaps that was just your lack of lunch causing comparisons) and he’s finally settled on the floor stretched out like a lazy cat, pontificating about a fireplace that isn’t there and will never be there and trips to Argentina like that has anything to do with anything while he…while he…swirls a thick finger around and around, playing with the fabric of his expensive turtleneck just over his…is he…is he playing with his nipple…why are you suddenly falling in love with this odd…person–

“It’s a good day to stay in bed, don’t you think?” he asks, reaching out to you and you startle, realizing you’ve been zoned out and have no idea what he’s talking about…not that you’ve really been able to follow anything the man’s been saying all day, well, for the last…what…hour…hours (holy hell, what time is it? when was the last time you looked at a clock?) and when you don’t respond, he just lazily swirls his wrist in a come-hither-meets-Windsor-Castle wave and whispers, “Come, relax.”

For some irrational reason it seems only natural to step through the plush carpeting in your bare feet (where did your shoes go? did you both leave them at the reflection pool?), over the man’s form, sink down into his arms and curl into his embrace, his scent becoming more and more familiar as he drones on and on about your upcoming trip to Barcelona and how he’ll make love to you in a hidden, sun-jewel corner of Sagrada Familia and slowly the carpet isn’t a carpet after all but your bed and your husband is intermittently stroking your cheek and running a fingertip around and around your bared breast as you come out of the dream and it’s only when you’re dazzled  by those soft, brûlée eyes and his welcome-back-to-the-world smile that you mumble, still a little incoherent, “Nico…I had the strangest…the house…comes with a bird…”

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WINKTOBER 2022 MASTERLIST

[oonajaeadira]

Wish you were here

Hi. I just wanted to drop by and say I miss hanging out here, but I'll be done with the main event of my year in a week. Thank you for everyone sending messages and reblogging my work and tagging me in games. I have a million tabs open and I'm going to respond to them all when I can, promise.

When I'm sitting around in my hurry-up-and-wait times, I've been dreaming of Joel, and I'm pretty certain that the Autumn chapter of Leave Off Your Wandering is going to come flying out of me once I get a hot second to sit down with it. I've been aching to write, so I warn you that it's going to reflect that and be very very soft and yearny and there's going to be much more Joel in this chapter and I'm giving in to all my indulgences here omgs I'm not sorry.

Also, I see that Kinktober lists are coming out. I had such a damn good time with Winktober last year, but it was a beast and I have a show to put together during October this year. So I'm going to do something that's a bit easier this year and finish up Good.Things.Take.Time. Just in case anyone's still interested in that. PATS came out of Kinktober and we'll wrap him up that way too. I've been sitting on Preciosa's journey for far too long and I really want to tell you how she and Petricio end up.

And in between those two series, I really need to catch up on my year of tropes. I'm still working on Alpha!Javi, the Shakespeare mashup, my first stab at sex pollen, and a crack fic that I've been wanting to write for so long that may not fall traditionally under crack fic but just something really fun I wanna do.

Anyway. This is my way of missing y'all. Here's a LOYW offering:

When your eyes open again, the house is dark and quiet, the sun long since set.

Although, not so quiet when your stomach growls. Nor so dark either, as you notice a faint glow coming from the kitchen. 

A simple investigation leads you to a tea candle burning in a jar on the countertop, next to a scrap of paper with your name scrawled on it and a plate covered in a linen dishcloth, under which you discover a flatbread sandwich. 

One look at the handwriting and you can imagine Joel coming by to check up on things only to find you asleep on the couch. There was no gentle-but-possibly-disruptive blanket-covering, no “thought you could use something to eat” beside your name on the note. Nothing but reverent candlelight and one word to let anyone who found the plate know for whom it was intended, no requests or commands, just a quiet devotion, a simple offering to a sleeping idol to be taken or left as you chose.

[oonajaeadira]

Absolutely LOVE your Winktober writing, each one has brought such a smile to my face and the way you capture such a different mood and character in each is AMAZING

YOU ARE THE SWEETEST.

I had so much fun with those and I'm really missing writing at the moment, so I thought I'd reblog them for the month. It's my main contribution to "Team Make it to November." I'm so so happy that you're enjoying them!!!!

[oonajaeadira]

SWEETS SERIES (Javi G x f!reader) Masterlist

FANDOM: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent / Javi Gutierrez

READER: Adult female. Personal and professional assistant to Javi. No other physical descriptors; no use of y/n.

RATING: T for now. Fluffy AF.

No Minors Please: My work is 18+. I will respectfully ask minors to turn away to protect themselves and me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: You’re the personal assistant and close friend of the head of the Gutierrez family business. He calls you his Girl Sunday and values your opinion on everything from business to fashion. You share an insatiable fondness for sweets.

NOTES: A series of sweet one-shots. Warning, it will rot your teeth. This series is ongoing, listed in chronological order.

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THE SWEETS SERIES

The Sentimental Defacement of Homemade Cookies - Javi is your boss, and you’re making some cookies.

The Sweet Appreciation of Mutual Assistance - After a short vacation, you’re welcomed back home by your boss Javi.

The Tranquil Bliss of Moonlit Dessert - When Javi’s out at a dinner meeting, you try not to be jealous about the food. Or the company.

The Effortless Removal of Unscalable Barriers - Javi asks for your opinion and you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong.

The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence - After a long week, Javi asks only that you relax.

The Tolerant Devotion of Extracurricular Caretaking - The hardest part of your job is taking care of a sick Javi. But in many ways, it’s also the best part.

The Blatant Presentation of Glowing Adoration - There’s a party going on at the Gutierrez mansion and Javi has a gift for you.

The Superfluous Meeting of Utmost Importance - It’s the day of the meeting.

The Lethargic Morning of Meta Unfolding - You help Javi brainstorm through a writer’s block with some delightful results.

The NSFW Alphabet of Bedroom Intimacies - NSFW headcanon specifically for Sweets Series Javi and Sunday.

The Gentle Admission of Innocent Daydreams - Javi pushes a little too far in his teasing and goes out of his way to make his girl happy.

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SIX SENTENCE FICLETS

Winktober 2022: Cream Pie  Winktober 2022: Dirty Dancing Winktober 2022: Stockings Microfic Challenge: Slippery Fluffbruary 2024: tie | embarrassment | dessert

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EXTRAS

An everyday drabble - What Sunday and Javi are up to on any given day set after The Superfluous Meeting of Utmost Importance.

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ARTWORK INSPIRED BY THE SWEETS SERIES

Javi hacks Sunday’s lock screen  - by @chaoticgeminate inspired by The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence (find it here as a reblog comment and here in gif form!)

Movie night with Javi G and Sunday - by @beecastle inspired by The Comforting Reward of Absolute Presence

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COMMISSIONED ARTWORK

Javi G and Girl Sunday by @miranhas-art based on The Tranquil Bliss of Moonlit Dessert

PLEASE NOTE: I write my stories with myself in mind, but I try to keep them as reader characters as inclusive as possible. This art is not meant to represent all readers. Your reader is you. My reader is me, and when I commission artwork, I usually do so with myself as reference. I write what I yearn and yearn to see what I write, and I can’t do it myself, so I choose to support fanart artists. They do beautiful work and there’s no way I’m not going to share it with you!!! 

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[nerdieforpedro]

This is so cute. 🥰

WINKTOBER DAY 26: Wax Play (The Thief)

This is just a silly little thing.

He moves a fan of photographs around the table like a deck of cards, choosing a few favorites, then rethinking, swapping a few out, not sure if he only wants one, or three, or a whole army and finally asks, ”What do you think, Angel, child’s play, whatever you want.”

“David Bowie–no, oh Frida Khalo or…we could have Nick Cage, oh my god we could dress him up like Cher before he goes back.”

He chuckles, incredulous, “If I’m doing this, I’m not taking them back, they’re for us.”

“In that case,” you say, selecting a photo from the pile, “if you’re going to do this, you go for the rarest and yet, the one that holds the most proof….”

He smiles, kisses you, joins you in announcing the choice.

“…Madame Tussaud herself.”

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[oonajaeadira]

PERO TOVAR / THE GREAT WALL

ONGOING SERIES:

Branded - Set a year after the film in English-speaking Europe, William and Tovar save you from a terrible fate. Little do you know that this is part of a destiny long-coming.

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ONE SHOTS:

Where He is Compelled to Stay - A soft thought experiment: A man of war finds his peace when the world forces him to slow down and you give him something softer to focus on.

Dulces Sueños - A quiet little fairy tale for a winter evening. A lady of very minor nobility and a hired mercenary. A mutual affection, but an impossible dream. (see below for extra ficlet)*

Primroses: A Sign of Early Spring - A little modern tale; stream of consciousness, dreams that become reality.

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SIX SENTENCE FICLETS:

The First Snow of Winter - Pero Tovar x gn!oc Just Barely In Your Cups - Pero Tovar x f!reader When You Leave, Take Me With You - Pero Tovar x f!reader You Haven’t Made Your Mind Up Yet - Pero Tovar x reader Winktober 2022: Object Insertion - Pero Tovar x f!reader Winktober 2022: Cockwarming - Pero Tovar x his Sueño (a Dulces Sueños ficlet) Fluffbruary 2024: potatoes | blue | glass - Pero Tovar x reader

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EXTRAS:

Green-eyed Epiphany + Intimate Artistry - Trope Mashup Accidentally Married + Sleep Intimacy - Trope Mashup Almost Kiss + Flirting Under Fire (Whiskey and Tovar) - Trope Mashup Courting with Ritual Daggers - A reblog conversation based on this long ago custom from Finland

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[oonajaeadira]

(Sending this from my sideblog @damnyoupedro)

I've just read How the Pedro boys wake you up when they want you and I loved it! I know I've read some of your stuff and it's AWESOME!!!! I look forward to diving into the rest of your masterlist, especially Frankie. Hell, that man owns me!! Anyway, I'm not sure if I asked but could I be tagged in your writing please? Thanks so much! (Tag @damnyoupedro)

!!!!! Thank you!!!! I can totally add you to my taglist! I haven't written much for Frankie at all, but I have some planned. I really need to rewatch that movie...

Sorry I haven't been tagging the Winktober posts this month because they're EVERY DAY and I needed to be a bit more manageable, but I promise I'll do a reblog post of the masterlist when it's complete.

I see I've had a lot of taglist signups in the past month and I promise I'm still doing taglists! Just not, as I've said, on the Winktober stuff. And that's mainly all I've been posting this month. But come November.... look out....

Again. Thank you, friend. <3

[oonajaeadira]

AAAAAAAA I love that you still have things to discover, especially from the Winktober list. I very much loved this challenge last year. I wish I had the bandwidth to do something similar. But I'll probably do a reblog of them again this year, just because they bring me joy.

I know how much you love Branded. I was just having a Pero yearn the other day and thinking that I'd like to write him again soon. I do have a trope lined up for him, but I'm hoping it might get the ball rolling for these two again...

Thank you for reccing my list, kindred.

WINKTOBER DAY 31: Free Choice (Pero Tovar)

Here it is, the last one. Thank you all so so much for following me along on this little experiment. It’s been fun and I love being able to accomplish such a weird little project.

The prompt for today is “free choice” and so to wink it, I’m taking those words as the literal prompt. When I think about free choice, it is in the struggle against fate, and who in my library is dealing with that more than Pero in Branded? You don’t need to know anything about Branded for this other than it’s basically a reluctant soulmates series about Pero and a lady mystic/prognosticator…

If he looks long enough at you, he thinks he can see his future.

He doesn’t know what to think of these visions of yours–the ones you’ve seen, the ones you’ve allowed him to see–but he believes you when you tell him where they came from and that they are divine and that you are…you are…

You have never said that you are anything more than mortal, this is just his own invention and he needs to shake his head, clear his mind, and remember a time before he knew he was tied to you by the stars.

He asks himself if he did not know of the prophecy, would he still have saved you from your burning house and he finds that he answers himself yes, he did and he would again, by free choice.

He asks himself if he did not know of the prophecy, would he still prefer to have you on his horse rather than William’s that he may keep you close and safe and he finds that he answers himself yes, he does and he will continue to, by free choice.

He asks himself if he did not know of the prophecy, would he still be drawn to you, to be besotted by you, would he choose to love you and he answers himself that it does not matter, whether by free choice or not his heart has never felt so fitted to anyone else, and if it is the stars’ work and not his own, then he will be content to let the stars choose for him, for they have chosen well, and what they have chosen, he thinks, isn’t what would otherwise be free…but what would otherwise be priceless….

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[hopeamarsu]

It’s so hilarious but also so heartwarming at the same time! I feel like this:

Of course he’d melt like that, hold the rooster and cuddle him and warm him up and omg 🥺❤️ Pero, you sweet, soft man. A heart of gold.

WINKTOBER DAY 6: Cockwarming (Pero Tovar)

This one fits into the Dulces Sueños universe, although you don’t have to have read that story to enjoy this one. I will say though, this was the prompt that inspired the idea for Winktober–I saw “cock” and thought about Pero and his Sueños’ love of chickens, and so here we are.

The winter threatens to follow you into the cottage as you force the door shut against the wind, its bite is sharp with the pre-dawn darkness that will linger for some time yet.

“Pero, my love, I need your help, I cannot find Harold and I thought I heard wolves–”

Turning from the door, you find your husband huddled on the ground by the fire, peeking back at you guiltily over his shoulder as he raises a finger to his lips.

Coming to sit beside him, you look down and see your beautiful, golden rooster sleeping in a fluffy puddle on his lap and Pero whispers, “I heard something knocking and when I opened the door, he came in and sat down–the bastard did not even peck at me–so cold his legs would not hold him anymore.”

It’s difficult to tell if the rose that blooms in your beloved’s cheeks comes from the flames or the way you’re looking at him, but you suspect it’s the latter when he growls a curse into the fire and explains, “Yes, I still think he is a dirty beast, but I know how you love the chickens and I would never let anything happen to them if they are so important to you.”

Raking your fingers through his black curls and placing a kiss on his surly cheek, you wrap your arms around him and hold him tight so that he may also be warmed…and so he may know how very important he is to you as well.

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[hopeamarsu]

Omg, I can’t help giggling at this! 🤣

This is perfection! I would have never thought to do this, but it’s absolutely genius! And of course Thief would be like this, stealing it for bragging rights. Oh yes!

So so good!!

WINKTOBER DAY 13: Face Sitting (The Thief)

Okay, listen, some of the prompts required a little more crowbarring and invention than others. This is one of them.

“What’s this?” you growl as your thief places a box in your hands.

“I have a little bet going with a friend, but I need you to hide this from me–keep it safe, it’s very valuable.”

Not trusting him, you peel the lid back on the box to reveal a piece of sand-colored linen that looks to be stained…with…something…that looks like–

Glaring sharp daggers of disbelief and panic at him, you slap the lid shut and raise your voice in accusation, “Please do not tell me you are asking me to hide the damned–sorry–the actual Shroud of Turin in my apartment?!”

“Just for the night, Angel, then back to Italy it goes.”

After you breathe a strained count to ten and mumble something about not being his accomplice, his servant, his….his damn face-sitter, he slips away into the night, chuckling, “No, my dear, but if that’s what you want in payment, it can easily be arranged….”

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[hopeamarsu]

I am all soft over this. A daddy-daughter costume always makes my heart swell 🥺❤️

And I love that it wasn’t something he thought out before, it just happened and this makes it all the more sweet and adorable.

Sigh.

WINKTOBER DAY 7: Costumes (Frankie Morales)

I don’t usually write for Frankie. The main reason is that I tend to gravitate to fantasy and sci-fi and Frankie is downhome, grounded in reality, and damn if he isn’t well represented in this fandom. I dunno what I could contribute to his library that isn’t already there, but here’s a little something that I couldn’t get out of my head.

This takes place anywhere that Halloween is celebrated with trick-or-treating.

You’re refilling the candy bowl as the sun begins to set, getting ready for the older wave of trick-or-treaters when there’s a knock at the door–a little too hard and nuanced to be a little one, but too polite to be a teenager–and when you open it, your new neighbor beams and nods, “Alright, Snickers are my favorite!”

You’ve been nursing a crush on the single dad since he moved in a few months back, taking any invitation to speak to him over the backyard fence, waving to little Abril while he pushes her in the swing or helps her dig in her sandbox or when he leaves her dancing with her bubble wand to come lean on the fence and smile shyly at his feet.

But right now she’s asleep and hanging off his chest in a kind of military parachute harness, her chestnut curls–so much like her father’s–tucked up under an army issue pilot’s cap and goggles, and above her you notice Frankie’s best olive green baseball cap has been fitted with a propeller and wings and holy crap it’s all you can do to keep your heart from melting out of your eyeballs.

“Hey,” he laughs nervously, a broad hand coming up to rub the back of his neck but bumping awkwardly into his homemade helicopter hat, “so…we went out trick-or-treating and I must have lost my keys and the locksmith says it’s one of those nights where it might take a while and I was wondering–”

“I dunno,” you smirk, stepping aside, “I mean, I’ve got a bed she’s welcome to nap on, but all I’ve got for you is scary movies and popcorn and beer….heeeyyyy waaaaaait a minute…that sounds like an awfully good deal for you…are you sure you didn’t lose your keys on purpose?”

That not-so-elusive dimple shows itself as he takes a step inside, and while he’s keeping his voice low for the benefit of his sleeping toddler, it also serves you well as he chuckles softly, “Damn, I should have thought of that weeks ago.”

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[hopeamarsu]

This feels very intimate for some reason.

Like I breathe wrong and the spell is broken. It’s beautifully done and I could just stay here, read these words over and over again and find new things every time. Just watch Din clean his weapons in silence, while he listens to the stories and hopes for one more, just one story more until it’s time to move again.

Beautiful.

WINKTOBER DAY 3: Anal (Din Djarin)

Din Djarin is soft. Raise your hand if you agree.

What is the term the counselors and healers call uptight people on your world….oh yes, ”anal keeping”–“anal” for short–that’s Din, anal.

This gun goes here, this crate is only for munitions, this cargo net is full even if it looks half-empty, this isn’t a toy, this isn’t the day we have bone broth, this helmet stays on, this is the way.

And once every cycle he’s down in the hold of the Crest with you, his silent, sulking, hulk of a form taking up the space as he slowly and meticulously cleans each weapon in his locker, one after the other, whether he’s used it or not.

His presence is unnerving, and so you begin to talk, telling him stories while you work on the ship’s wiring–terribly dull stories of your care-free childhood, your loving parents, your prosperous village, the boring, safe, idyllic life you had before getting off that rock and flying away with a Mandalorian who just wanted his ancient heap of a gunship to keep flying.

But before long, you notice that the more you speak, the longer it takes for him to clean his weapons.

And after that…you learn to see beyond the scowl of the visor to the melancholy beneath, recognize his voice not as irritated but battling something like shyness, his need to keep the tools of his trade clean not so great as the draw to be here, to be confided in, to let his heart be lightened by someone’s laughter and, ultimately, to be near the one gentle person in this lonely galaxy that doesn’t seem to be frightened or intimidated by him….someone that has so many interesting stories to tell….

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