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yeagrave · 1 month
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Hey! So for your art block reqs. I have this idea of Bradley and Phoenix at the gym and they're working out, weight lifting or whatever, while hangman and Bob/coyote (pick your poison) live slug react but in a horny way yk? Hope that made sense lol
Ps love your art 💚
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Phoenix loves to torture them
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yjposting · 8 months
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More Yellowjackets + text posts who cheered
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inklore · 1 year
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Tell me a bed time story about the things javi g would be into 😩😩 need that man like I need air
it’s 2am so i apologize for my incoherent typing and thoughts ok, that is a warning!!
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sorry to the girlies who are dying on the hill of ‘he’s a sub’, i strongly strongly disagree. and i’m not just saying this because he’s my fav ok, i’m saying this because it’s true. i could write a three part essay on it but: he is not strictly a sub. switch? absolutely.
now with the above stated let’s get into the nitty gritty here, i have two words: high sex. high. sex.
this man will get you stoned out of your mind and spend the next two hours going down on you until you’re pulling at his curls, over sensitive and needing more. he’ll happily oblige of course, crawling up your body and pushing into you in one fluid motion. thrusts slow and languid. mouth all over your neck, jawline, collarbones. it’d feel like he’s been fucking you for hours with how much sweat has accumulated on your bodies, the summer breeze from the open windows your only cool relief.
roleplay. like come on he loves movies, cinema! he loves creating! scripting. like expect the two of you to act out the most intense scene of build up and then fucking on the nearest surface CONSTANTLY.
he’s a giver, but in a greedy way. meaning that if you asked him to do something, try something new (choking, spanking, whatever you desire) he’s going to do it. and he’s going to do it right to the point of him bringing you to the brink from it and then stopping just when you’re about to topple over just so he can hear the deliriously beautiful moans and mewls you make into his mouth.
fucking in the pool? of course. on the balcony in the early morning sun? clearly. bending you over the dining room table because you kept making eyes at him while he was trying to eat? accurate for both breakfast, lunch, and dinner. coming on the boat? tricky but he loves a challenge. on the trail? by the beach? he wants you everywhere!
he’s a begger. sometimes in a whiney way if he’s had a long frustrating day. but mostly in a ‘i need you to give me all of you because you have all of me’ way. the way that has him saying things like “just give me one more, one more and i’ll give you what you need” + “thought about making you come all day, can you come for me, please” + “say you want it, tell me, tell me how badly you want it”.
cock warming and blowjobs during movies are a guilty pleasure of his, for sure.
remember that scene in the movie where he got like super angry? yeah, you cannot convince me that the makeup sex, and or ‘angry sex’ with him would not be absolutely divine. because you know afterward he’s going to press the softest kisses into your shoulder, he’s going to make sure he didn’t hurt you. but the love marks on your neck definitely do something for him.
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pedroshotwifey · 1 month
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*slaps more money on the table*
👀 So basically, I can’t seem to finish any WIPs with this man, he is a ball of lust but I can’t write him. 😭😭😭
Javier Peña you and your sexy self frustrate me! But I also want to request a Drabble for my birthday (Sunday 3/31 - which I should have requested this earlier this week. 😖)
Anyway whenever you finish it is fine.
I would like some sweetness and smut from Javi because if there’s a time to be completely self-indulgent, it’s on your birthday. 🥳
Thank you in advance love! ❤️
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*Gives money back*
This one's on the house. 😉
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NERDIE!!! 🥳🥳🥳
As requested, here is your birthday sweetness and smut:
Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader
Rating: Explicit
W/C: 1.3k
Salty Sweet
*****
“Javi, are you home?” 
You take a step into your dark and too-quiet apartment, looking around for any trace of your boyfriend. You know, despite the fact that you couldn’t get your birthday off, Javi was able to stay home so he’d be here when you got back. But so far, it looks like he might be out. You frown, more curious as to where he might be than upset though. 
You sigh and slip your shoes off, exhausted from the day you had. It seems like you didn’t get a break at all on top of having to stay late. You love your job, but they really don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s your birthday or your last day on earth. If you want to keep up with the competitive pay, you better do what they ask, no matter how many hours of overtime you may be working. 
You’re taking your coat off when you hear a sudden clatter from the kitchen, and then a whispered curse right after. You can’t help the smile that creeps up. This idiot is trying to surprise you. If you had to guess, you’d say he probably just slammed his foot into one of the chairs in the dark.
“Javi?” you try to keep the amusement from breaching your tone. He doesn’t answer, of course, so you make your way to the kitchen. You reach to turn the light on but stop in your tracks at the sight that beholds you.
The entire kitchen is decorated. There are fairy lights hanging on the walls and around the table, ribbons and balloons in your favorite colors spread tastefully throughout the room, lit candles on every surface, and a cute birthday banner hanging on the back wall. And in the middle of it all is Javi, standing next to the table which holds what might be the most beautiful little cake you’ve ever seen. 
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he says through his beaming smile. He knows he did good. 
Your eyes start to get misty as you walk toward him and throw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much, Javi. You didn’t have to do all this.” 
He tuts as he embraces you and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Of course I didn’t have to, but you deserve it, hermosa. So much.” 
You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, a tear slipping down your cheek as you do so. You hadn’t realized how overwhelmed you’d been all day. Just as you deepen the kiss, Javi groans against your lips and forces himself back. 
“One more thing,” he breathes against your mouth before moving to the fridge. You watch with peaked interest as he swings the door open and pulls out a can of whipped cream. He shuts the door and smiles devilishly as he shakes the can. You open your mouth to ask what the hell that’s for at the same time he pats the table. 
“Hop up, cariño.” 
It’s not until you see the mischievous glint in his eye that you understand what he wants. You immediately feel a throb between your legs. The two of you had talked before about doing something like this, but you hadn’t realized it would be happening so soon. Not that you complain as you quickly follow his instructions and clamber onto the table. 
He smirks wildly at you as he pops the top off of the can and rucks your skirt up. You sit up and allow him to bunch it around your waist. A small shriek escapes your lips as Javi brings your panties down as well, leaving you bare for him. 
You can already see the bulge pressing against his pants. When you look at his face, his expression is almost pained as he looks between your thighs. 
“Gonna taste even sweeter now, baby,” he practically moans. His eyes flick up to catch your stare and he flashes you a smile. “Lay back for me,” he instructs. You obey quickly, laying down until the back of your head touches the table. 
The first spurt of the cold cream comes unexpectedly, making you yelp as it lands on your clit and starts to slide down. Javi only laughs. “Always so sensitive,” he teases. 
You whimper in response as you stare at the dimly-lit ceiling. Even though you’re not watching him right now, you know that Javi’s getting on his knees in front of you. He gently parts your folds with his thumbs as the melting whipped cream travels to your hole. Just as you feel it land there, he leans forward and scoops it up with his tongue, so gentle that it makes you shiver. 
Your hips chase his mouth as he pulls away, but his hand comes up to push one of your knees. 
“Javi, p-please,” you beg quietly. You’re almost surprised how quickly this has gotten you pent up. 
He chuckles as you let your eyes drift to his kneeling form. “Patience, baby,” is all he says. He keeps his eyes on yours as he lifts the can again and squirts some whipped cream into his mouth and then sets it down again. He just winks before leaning forward and putting his mouth on your cunt. 
You moan as he starts to spread it with his lips and tongue, making a complete mess out of you. The sensation of both the heat and cold makes you dizzy, delirious for more. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the cold and softness of it mixed with his strong, warm tongue as it begins to lick up and down and inside of you. 
He holds your thighs open as he swirls your clit with the tip of his tongue before going lower and dipping it into your hole. 
“God, you taste so fucking good, hermosa,” he praises through a groan. 
“Feels good,” you moan in reply. 
Suddenly, you feel his tongue push into you again, fucking you with the muscle as he reaches for the can again. He curls within you as he puts another squirt on your clit. When he comes back up to envelop your clit with his plush lips, the cream sloshing between the two of you,  your hands find their way into his hair. You tug on the strands as he sucks harshly, flicking his tongue as he does so. He drinks up the cream and alternates between pressure as he swallows. 
It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel your body warming in suspense of an orgasm. Javi continues to tease and suckle your clit, and when he takes a hand off of your thigh to slide a finger inside of you, you know you’re done for. He hooks his finger as he pumps it and you’re immediately clenching around it, moaning as you pull his hair harder. 
He helps you through it, growling and sending vibrations to your twitching clit before removing his finger and licking up the mixture of your release and the whipped cream. He keeps licking and sucking until there’s barely a trace of the sweet dessert left on your cunt. When he’s done, he licks his lips and sits black to look at your face. 
You’re panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and looking utterly gorgeous. He finds himself smiling as you shoot him a grin, already knowing what the next words from your mouth are going to be. 
“Your turn.” 
As much as he would like that, he knows it’ll have to wait a bit. He still has a pile of presents to give you and your favorite dinner to make. Tonight is about you, but he certainly won’t object if you still want to return this favor a little later.
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xivdl · 2 years
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hi I'm back with tgm doodles, wips & sillies
these are so therapeutic
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dagger doodles (I tried so hard to fit them all in lol)
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also these were for my very specific target audience on twt I'm sorry for non-Indos but these are funny I swear
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and thanks for 1000+ 😭 especially for yall who have been here since day one! I've been switching between so many fandoms so thanks for sticking around :D
I'm so so glad that there are people who enjoy my works :] I'm sorry that I don't reply to every comment and else (I'm bad at keeping tracks here) but just know that they mean everything to me :((( thanks for all the kind words! I hope I can keep creating and sharing my works here! (I have so many wips hehe)
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anyways I'm more active (and responsive) on twt feel free to follow me here!
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undercoverpena · 11 months
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Just making sure you never escape this. 🙂🙂🙂
ohhhh, you’re a menace…. but I can be a menace too
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javier peña x f!reader
warnings: smut, p in v, office sex, javi being a menace. written on phone so ignore errors. no y/n.
an: smut isn’t my strong suit, so pls be kind.
A hello doesn’t leave his lips, the file room door slamming into place just as his chest collides with your back.
“Put the file down, cariño.”
You’d expected him. Eyes meeting his across the desks, staring him up and down. Tension bubbling, all set to burst. It’s what he gets for wearing a shirt with the top three buttons undone, and it’s what you get for teasing.
Now his hand is sliding up your blouse-covered ribs, spreading across your front, before his fingers rest on the edge of your chin.
You drop the file with a light thud, it meeting the floor as your front is pressed more into the metal shelves, waist meeting a corner of a box.
“Javi, anyone could—”
His palm drops, fingers lightly squeeze your neck, nose roughly pressed against your cheek—lips so tantalising close to his. “You’ll have to be quiet, then.”
You taste the words on his breath before you hear them. The scent of coffee and his last smoke circling you, dancing together with the scent of amber and citrus of his aftershave.
The scent which gravitates to you, usually clinging when his skin is flush with yours—one you struggle to ever want to scrub from your flesh.
“Gonna be a good for me, hermosa?”
His free hand expertly dipping, hovering over the button on your trousers. You can feel how hard he is, almost moaning with him as you shift your hips back.
“Gonna let me fuck you here?”
Your throat dry—sight blurred with intoxicating brown you never wanna be spared from.
“Y-yeah,” you whisper, more hoarse than you mean. “I’ll be good, Javi.”
To your surprise, he smirks—before his lips crash against yours. A groan vibrating through him to you, feeling fabric slide down your thighs, pooling at your feet as he pulls his mouth from yours.
You don’t have long to miss him—
Because then, he snakes his fingers into your underwear, feeling how slick you are from want—your desperation—his moans against your neck.
“Been thinking about me, huh?”
You only think Yes, Javi. Yes. Not willing to give him the satisfaction, the game you both playing having no clear winners. Except for now, a draw in sight—his breath hot on your ear, sliding his fingers in and out, in and out.
“Fuck, hermosa…”
Your whimper, clenching around his fingers. Teeth needing to dig down on your lower lip, nostrils flared—breath hitched. Going from nothing to everything. Your mind emptying, senses close to be ruined each time he circles your throbbing clit.
“Javi.”
It escapes. Flutters through your teeth as he halts, your eyes flipping open—taking in the sea of brown boxes and cramped space.
And then it all happens at once. Belt buckle sounding, fabric falling, as you instinctively bend at the hip—just enough.
Then you feel all of him. Deep. His teeth biting through your blouse onto your shoulder. One of your hands clamped around the metal shelving for support as he sets a brutal pace.
Pounding into you—making the shelve shake and your toes curl as your teeth pierce your lip. You’re briefly aware of the way your skin ripples with each slam of his hips.
Because he’s so deep, all breath and grunts all over your neck. Your fingers knotting into his hair, sweat collecting around your collarbone—
“So good for me, hermosa. So good.”
“Javi, please—more.”
He grins, breath escaping as a laugh against your neck before his fingers bruise your hips—fucking into you, making it hard to choke back a moan, never mind his name.
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beefrobeefcal · 10 days
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I'd like to request a thick slab of straight-up juicy porn.
Maybe more-than-a-handful of this guy:
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My Idea (feel free to use your own if this doesn't fit your tastes):
Javi G here - with his belly pushing over his belt - is your sugar daddy. He's come to pick you up for your weekend together at his lavish home. His security guard is driving the boat and you're both in the back seat. He said he wants to eat lunch when you get to his house (he's "starving", having waited for you to arrive), but you want some afternoon delight, since it's been so long since you've seen each other.
So.... his goal is to satisfy you during the boat ride so he can convince you to have lunch when you get to his home, but you're trying to hold off on both of you finishing so you can keep it going when you arrive. 😉
Who will win? (spoiler: everyone wins either way)
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[yes, this is a 900 friendo celebration submission - I am just horribly backlogged]
Oh Noxy! Thank you for this delectable THOT. Re-reading this gave me the gumption - nay, the MOXY to keep it up for you. And while the prompt may not be met head on with a beat by beat, I am certain that the elements that I have incorporated will be devastating (affectionate).
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Cheers to us and our deep need of fat peepaw, Noxy! This fic will drop soon *ominous kazoo music plays*.
Yours in sin,
Beefro👌🥩💜
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tommysversion · 1 year
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You mentioned Javi G? rattles change jar spare headcanons ma’am?
You bet I did, anon. Chances are these might be OOC, don’t fight me over it (please).
NSFW below the cut (including a gif, but not THE gif).
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Javi is generous; he might be rich and he might not be the brightest spark, but he’s not cruel or unkind.
As such you’re spoiled, all the time. To the point that you actually have to tell him to stop spending so much money on you, even though you know it’s a love language for him.
Chances are that’s how your relationship started; he’s rich, you’re young and cute, you had an ‘arrangement’.
Predictably that arrangement turned into genuine feeling.
He loves going down on you. Loves it. Could literally deal with never fucking you properly ever again as long as he could still eat you out.
Loves spending money on scandalously expensive lingerie and dresses for you, just because he loves seeing you all dressed up for him.
Expect a LOT of sex outside, by the pool, on a blanket on the grass, wherever.
Loves to sit you on his lap and slide his fingers inside you. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, whether you’re meant to be paying attention to something or watching a movie or show, it’s almost absentminded the way he does it.
Just, pushes your skirt up or slides his hand down your pants, brushing his fingers against you.
Teases the hell out of you for always being so wet for him.
Soft kisses to your neck as his fingers work their magic, pretending he’s focused on whatever’s happening on screen but really he’s focused entirely on you.
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lionlena · 11 months
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I was wondering that if you took ideas for your takes on stuff or such-
i was wondering what do you think pedro pascal characters (and pedro himself) opinion on their wife/girlfriend/crush whatever wearing makeup to feel pretty! sorry to bother lol :)
You don't bother me at all, Honey❤️‍
Umm, it's so tricky, but let's try it.
Headcanon: How will they react to your makeup? (Pedro Pascal and his characters) 👁️👄💅
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Joel Miller
In times of a pandemic, it's not that easy to find cosmetics, so when you put on make-up, he knows it's a special occasion or that you need it to make yourself feel better. That's why he always showers you with compliments when he sees you have makeup. He's not some kind of expert in this field, so his compliments sound a bit strange at times. "You did your eyelashes nicely… Your eyes are so, um, expressive." But you know he really loves it. And if he accidentally finds some lipstick somewhere and he gives it to you, no one needs to know ;)
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Javier Peña
He definitely loves it when you have your lips (and nails) painted. Yes, red lips are his weakness. You can wear only lipstick and Javi will go crazy. He'll beg you to kiss his neck, and if you accidentally leave a mark on his white shirt… he'll be drunk with happiness👄. Javier also doesn't pay much attention to whether you have light or heavy makeup, he thinks you always look beautiful. And of course, if you use a new lipstick color, he will notice it immediately ;)
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Oberyn Martell
He likes your makeup because he likes to brag about you. You are his treasure. Don't get me wrong, if you don't wear makeup, he'll also praise you and kiss you all over your body, but… Makeup is also a symbol of wealth. Poor women don't wear makeup. That's why Oberyn will make sure you have all the cosmetics and perfumes you need. If you do makeup without the help of the servants, he will immediately notice it and praise you for doing it better than them. He loves having you by his side in a beautiful dress, jewelry, and perfect makeup. He'll pull you possessively to his body and make sure all of Westeros knows he loves you.
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Javi Gutierrez
Come on… He's obsessed with makeup, especially professional makeup. If you ask him, he will become your personal make-up artist without hesitation. And of course, be prepared for experiments: "peacock eye", lips in two colors… He will be delighted and will thank you for your trust.
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Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) (because @creedslove wouldn't forgive me if I forget about him, again)
I don't think he likes heavy makeup and he'll tell you that. He's painfully honest. But on the other hand, if he says you've done your makeup beautifully, you can be sure he's telling the truth. And don't count on him, recognizing light makeup from no makeup at all. If you're wearing natural makeup, he'll kiss you on the cheek and say, "Sugar, you look beautiful even when you don't wear makeup."
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Din Djarin
Does makeup exist in space? Sure, but it doesn't impress Din much. You know, he's seen it all. People with purple skin, with yellow, green… Besides, when he's wearing a helmet, he can't see your whole face anyway. But he will certainly be curious when he notices that you are doing makeup. He will ask questions and watch you closely. But don't ask him for advice. He will say that you are better at it anyway and you look beautiful in all colors.
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And last (but not least) Pedro Pascal
Oh well. Pedro obviously knows a lot about makeup. He himself has to use it sometimes, or rather someone uses make-up on him. And he has two sisters, so makeup is no secret to him. He definitely pays attention to it. He will praise you when he notices new eyeshadows or a different color of lipstick. But he definitely doesn't support the social pressure for women to wear makeup. Want to go to a movie premiere without makeup? Here you go. He will say that you are beautiful the way you are and you have the right to be yourself.
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I hope you liked it :)
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javierpena-inatacvest · 6 months
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Okay you guys, the dad!Javi brain rot has been absolutely UNREAL this week 🫠 I have so many cute lil ideas floating around in my head that I want to write about, but idk if y’all wanna hear them before we have gotten to that point in NTL. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I wanna do for our sweet lil Peña family once their first baby is born, and I’m leaning more towards “slice of life” type writing as opposed to the full blown chapters I’m doing now (that may change, idk 🤷🏼‍♀️) BUT that being said, if I started writing/posting stuff for our adorable Peña’s now, how would we feel??? 🫣
Thank you for your thots on the matter!! 🤪
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taiturner · 1 year
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hey I saw your "there are no queens in this deck" gifset and I was literally thinking of that too during the episode. do you know what it means, like why Nat said there's no queens when there obviously is at least one?
Hey! It's kind of a hidden detail from 2x05, but as some of the girls are trying to get Javi to talk, while the screen focuses on Travis, we hear in the background Akilah say, "Hey Javi, where did you get that queen card?"
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So as far as they knew, there were no queens in the deck, which is why they're curious. He came back with it after he'd been missing - and ultimately why they deemed it special enough to mean what it meant in episode 8. It had already chosen Javi, they just didn't realize it yet.
Somewhere in this interview, the creators also noted that the scene in 1x08 was an intentional easter egg for later.
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skyland2703 · 4 months
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There’s this tiny Thyreophoran (Thyreophora, or armored dinosaurs, is the group that Ankylosaurus and Stegosaurus are from, so the two genera are cousins.) called Jakapil, which is a very basal genus of Thyreophoran, as in its closest relatives are Scelidosaurus, Scutellosaurus, and etc. cause I cannot think of more than those two. Said closest relatives are from the early Jurassic, meanwhile Jakapil was walking in the Argentinian deserts at the same time Spinosaurus was… Spinosaurusing since the Spinosaurus is very inconsistent in what it was like. Jakapil was around the size of a cat and it was very adorable, but its body was covered in armor plating.
The Jakapil was discovered and named around 2012, but its description was done ten years later in 2022. Its full name is Jakapil kaniukura which Ja-Kapil means “shield bearer” in puelchelan and kaniukura means “crest stone” in Mapundungun after its uniquely deep jaw.
Onto my actual point per se, I was thinking it would be funny if Amelia and Javi found out about it, and. Uhh something something plushies?
Idk after the first part.
Amelia looks at *——all of what you said above——* and then stares at Javi, “how do you know that—? Did you actually look it up?”
Javi giggled, “no— not really. A friend of mine texted me this entire thing because he saw me buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies at the toy store and thought I loved dinosaurs”
“Which you do” Amelia suggested.
“Which I do” Javi affirmed, “and so I thought it would be fun to tell you that our dinosaurs, indeed, were cousins.”
“What”
“Yes” Javi nodded, and she then interrupted again, “wait. Did you just say you we’re buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies?”
Javi giggled, then blushed, “well— I saw a pink ankylosaurus in the toy store when I’d gone to get a birthday present for Poppy’s first— and i couldn’t resist. Then I stepped into the dinosaur aisle and never really saw the light of day after that…” Javi explained dramatically, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the red ranger, and yelped “ouch” then continued, “so I technically got you the ankylosaurus. And I found a green triceratops but then I thought ollir would be offended seeing that, so I didn’t buy that. Then I was just about to check out when my eyes fell on a.. you guessed it right… a black stegosaurus— WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!”
“And where are the plushies right now?”
“On my bed. I cuddle them” Javi explained, “they’re a pair. Do not separate. Share my bed if you want the plushies”
“I already do” Amelia said, looking around at the way the two of them were literally tangled up in her pink bedsheets, watching Mary Poppins at the moment.
“At my place” Javi placed the condition, and Amelia rolled her eyes, “fair enough. And?”
How did she know there was more to the story— OH the info dump from earlier— Javi chuckled, then continued, “So… After my friend introduced us, I found the Jakapil absolutely adorable.”
“And…?” The way Javi said it, Amelia just knew there was something in it that he wasn’t telling her. The mischief in his eyes showed.
“Well… it’s about the size of a cat.”
“You said that already. And??”
“I got a plushie custom made for it” Javi said, flushing, as he watched Amelia’s hands flying to her mouth, “you did NOT—“
“I did.”
“And…?” Three was still something he wasn’t telling her.
“There’s two of them. And i customed the colors to be… red and black” he said, looking like the human version of the awkwardly blushing emoji.
Before receiving a flying pillow in the face from her.
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regaliasonata · 6 months
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Javi Garcia headcanons?
-He has an ability from the grid to make mystical strings and can easily turn them into any instrument themed in such, Guitars, Shamisen, Biwa, Violins etc.
-Some rangers have dream like visions before becoming rangers and he constantly had one of losing his arm. Whether or not it came true this motivated Javi to build a career in advance incase he was unable to do what he loved for a living.
-David Bowie signed one of his guitars as a kid.
-As a desperation technique if Javi is about to die he can split himself into musical frequencies. This can be reversed with a seance involving an amp.
-The reason Mr.Garcia doesn't see music much as a great career for Javi is rooted in tragedy. Javi's birth mom was killed in a ranger situation involving a musical monster, in some ways he fears that Javi could end up in a similar situation. Though things have simmered down ever since the incident.
-because of the Stego Zord Javi created unique picks that bring out the hidden qualities of sound whenever playing his guitar. He also looked into records and noticed how the Operation Overdrive rangers morph and added some ideas from their morphers to the picks to add sparks in his performances. He can't do this anymore at Buzzbkast because dude nearly burned the place down.
-Javi hates horror movies, the only one he can really watch is The Grudge but that was stopped after Izzy got hit in the head with drum when she tried to prank him in a costume.
-He loves vacations but after a trip to Alaska Javi isn't allowed to choose a destination anymore(he brought the team there because of glaciers and ice being reflective for sound, perfect for band practice....)
-Not just music wise but overall Javi has bad imposter syndrome. Sometimes it's really hard for him to take a victory to heart and it took mainly Izzy's support to keep him from shutting down every now and then.
-Dating wise things fluctuate for Javi, it's not easy for him to really find people that want to stick around to learn about what lies beyond the music and looks. Fern and Izzy both aid him in singling out anyone that would be perfect for him, though it seemed that they've pieced it down to either people on the team or some other ranger that may be great matches for him (Amelia, Ollie, Zayto, some other rangers etc whichever ship suits you 😎)
-Javi is bisexual, he's come to terms with this part of himself. His father knew the whole time tbh, he was like "Straight? Javi have you met yourself😭."
-Speaking of the Operation Overdrive team Javi keeps pestering them about ancient or mythical instruments from legend. Plus this got him into some trouble when he went searching for specific instruments and wouldn't return them, Tyzonn caved in and found this perfect material from a distant planet that Javi used to make a new guitar. It actually gives h a cool power up for battles.
-There's a penguin stuffed animal he sleeps with from time to time. Izzy tried blackmailing him with an image but everyone in their college campus just found it adorable.
-Izzy literally would murder someone if they were treating Javi terribly. She actually put a dude in the hospital back in fifth grade when the jerk broke his mom's guitar on show and tell day.
-The idea of death freaks Javi out so Amelia knowing so much about cremation and ash disposal keeps him up a night, yay insomnia😔
-Javi and Izzy took martial arts classes when they were younger, their instructor was Jason and Javi had a huge crush on the dude. Despite not retaining much he just stuck around to see Jason each class, on ranger business Javi found out Jason was a ranger and during a meet up he broke through a window and sprinted away from the command center. Izzy has the recording to this day.
-Javi watched Friends during his childhood and actually got a small monkey on his fourth birthday. Of course when it got to big he had to let it go but a certain red ranger at a zoo is keeping great care of the pet.
-Some ranger teams like the ninja, mystical and martial arts based teams utilize qi or energy to power their abilities. This and the grid energy can be built up through ritualistic or individual related practices such as music, chanting, dancing or any activity that pleases the individual. Rangers like Javi who play music all the time stockpile tons of energy for fights.
-All jokes aside Javi is a bottom, no matter the situation 😭
-he gets very emotional and sometimes needs someone on the team to vent out to, nothing wrong in letting out your feelings. A motto that his dad taught him.
-Fiction is one genre that Javi will never let go of, the idea of creating stories through fables or music is one he strives to do. Leave a legacy once he's gone from this world.
-his musical potential can actually give life to things. Izzy jokes that he's some type of greek deity because of this power.
-ever since Cosmic Fury Javi has been able to summon floating instruments for attacks, similar to Armiger Unleashed from Final Fantasy 15 and can also enter a stage similar to Viktor from The Umbrella Academy. White Violin would be proud.
-Javi watches plenty of anime, mainly Bleach and the idea of Bankai(to release the true potential of someone's being from within) influences his ability creation very much.
-He hates spiders and snakes with a burning passion.
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sailor-aviator · 1 month
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I just got dumped after a year and a half long relationship, so to cheer me up I was wondering if you could tell me how the guys would react to there friend being dumped
Nonny, do you want me to kill them for you? (For legal reasons, this is a joke)
Not sure if you're meaning the Daggers in general or my different iterations of them, but let's do the Daggers in general!
Bradley I think is taking you to the bar to drink and have a good time so you forget your worries. He pulling you in for duets and the occasional shot, and by the end of the night, the two of you are passed out at one of y'all's places.
Jake is dropping a minimum of $100 on snacks for a movie night, sitting on the opposite end of the couch as you complain about your ex as he nods along and tells you that he "knew all along that guy was no good, not good enough for you anyway."
Bob comes over to have a chill day where the two of you veg out watching reality tv as he does various chores around your place so you don't have to worry about them. He makes you tea and snacks so you have something to sip and nibble on.
Javy is taking you to the batting cages or a destruction room. He's gonna make it his mission to see that you get all that anger and sadness out one way or the other. And he's not letting you leave until you're dripping with sweat and hunched with exhuastion.
Mickey is dragging you out to go to like Vintage Stock or just a vintage store in general. He's gonna bombard you with useless fandom knowledge (he's not called fanboy for nothing) before taking you out to eat at some local, small town diner where you get a massive milkshake and cheese fries.
Nat is taking you out shopping - her treat. She's getting you new clothes and parading you around like you're the hottest thing since garlic bread. She's hyping you up and telling you how good you look and that you're better off without that loser holding you down, and by the end of the day, you KNOW you're hot shit, actually.
Finally, Reuben is inviting you over to help him out with his garden. He's been putting off his planting and what not, but what better excuse to finally tackle it than this? He's showing you how to plant everything, educating you on how take care of each type of plant, and by the end of it, you're taking a trip to the local nursery to find yourself your own plant for your apartment!
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undercoverpena · 11 months
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"jealousy isn't a good look"
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😏 so, instead of admitting that he’s jealous. javier rocks up to the bar—dragging Steve with him—to overlook you flirting-not-flirting with someone from the CIA. and cause I love what I have written, I’m gonna share some of it.
javier peña x f!reader • drabble 18+ themes.
dedicating to @swiftispunk because they loved this idea yesterday and now I wanna make their day spicy
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He’s looking you up and down—dragging sharp glares up and down your skin. You can feel the storm in them, how it chokes you—the wave of anger which flows from him, shooting itself across the bar.
That the unbridled annoyance has chewed into the brown of his eyes, swallowing all colour—leaving only simmering darkness.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you think of how hard he’d fuck you in his current mood. How he’d likely press your cheek and chest against the wall, teasing you until you couldn’t speak.
Not letting you fall over the cliff until you were begging.
He’d most likely bend you over, uncomfortably so, before sliding into you in one smooth movement. How he’d make your thighs tremble, leave little teeth marks in hidden places—a reminder of how far you’d taken all of this. That the back of your head would meet the wall with each thrust, nails digging into your own calves as he makes you feel faint and good all at once.
Then, he turns his head away, and the defiance angers you more than his original glare. You think of pulling his chin, forcing him to look at you.
Instead, you plaster on a sweet smile. Sliding from beside him to the place between his thighs, spreading them with your hips as he grunts.
“Steve, you should go home…”
“On it,” the blond says, draining his glass, and patting Javi on the back as he leaves.
Feeling Javi shift on the stool, you let your fingers stroke his neck before forcing his eyes to yours.
“Javier.”
His silence speaks volumes.
So, you run your thumb against his jaw, coolly saying, “Javi.”
He rolls his eyes before meeting yours, sighing in response. Letting your palms rest on either side of his cheek.
If the shoe were on the other foot, you know he’d have thrown you over his shoulder. He’d have been pissed at you, beyond pissed, that you were ignoring him—and you’re being patient, kinder than he would be.
But it’s running out. Growing thin with each second, he says nothing—his annoyance, jealousy, and likely a whole host of emotions, swarming in his eyes.
The speckles of gold amongst the dark, pulling you in, likely desperate to not melt and let himself be angry.
“Your friend looks lonely,” he says coldly.
Smirking, you lick your lips, purposefully moving closer to him, leaving no room. “I think I’m okay here.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
He snorts, turning his eyes but not his face. “Yeah, seems it.”
“How about you just tell me you’re jealous, and you want me to stand here with you, and then we can pretend we’re not fucking—like we always do—and then later, when the sun has set, I’ll show up to your place and you’ll give me various reasons why sleep isn’t as good as you?”
Glaring, jaw rocking from side to side, considering your words before he shakes his head. “I’m not jealous.”
“You’re being childish.”
“And you’re being a brat.”
You smirk, coldly at that. “And, how are you going to fix that, Peña?”
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AN: I think this one will smut close to the sun.
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roosterbruiser · 1 year
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[ OH MY GOD ] for a hug in response to one muse learning that the other’s still alive.
If you write for Javy this as a Javy prompt, maybe after he gets home from the Uranium Mission?? Even though he didn't actually fly it he did almost die. And if you don't write for Javy then this prompt with Bob??
you heard every single bit of it.
Maverick's panic as he tried to snap Coyote out of it, Maverick's tone screaming through Coyote's jet, the automated voice desperately demanding that Coyote pull up.
and all you could do was stand there, right beside the comms, your feet firmly planted on the ground. there were a few fleeting moments where you were certain that the love of your life was going to die--burn in, crash into the side of a mountain, cease to exist because of a training exercise.
"Coyote," you muttered, eyes squeezed shut tight as you gripped the counter you were standing just before in the sun-drenched lounge. "c'mon. don't do this. don't leave me."
you still haven't decided if that's why he came out of G-LOC--you demanding it from the ground below, wishing fervently and desperately for him to be okay.
as soon as his tired are bouncing off the tarmac, you're racing towards him--protocol be damned. search and rescue has already been sent out for Bob and Phoenix and you know that they punched out in time. right now, all you have the wherewithal to worry about is Javy.
it's as if you have blinders on right now: no longer can you see the endless blue sky above you or the piercing rays of sun, the other jets being worked on down the tarmac, the paramedics racing towards Coyote. you can smell the jetfuel and feel the the hot pavement sticking to the underside of your boots, but nothing else matters when you see him.
he's climbing out of his jet carefully, helmet still on, and you can tell from your spot a few paces away from him that his hands are still shaking.
you beat all the paramedics there, your body practically carrying you to him without your mind having a say in the matter.
"Javy!"
it's the last thing he hears before you're colliding with him. his precious girlfriend, who he knows had to listen to him almost burned in, is wrapping his much larger body up in her arms. and god, if it doesn't feel good to be on the ground holding you right now.
this is real, he has to remind himself. he's alive and he's here and he's holding you.
he is immediately hugging you back, holding you against him like his life depends on it, punching all the air out of your lungs as your feet leave the ground.
"don't do that!" you're crying, shaking your head fervently. "don't ever do that again!"
it's silly, really, because you're a pilot, too. you know that, logically, he had no choice in the matter. no one does when they go into G-LOC. but the words still fall from your mouth anyway, as serious and desperate as ever before.
the paramedics are closing in on yours and Javy's reunion, preparing to give him a once-over before he's cleared to go home, but the two of you make no move to let go of each other.
"I won't," he promises. "I'm sorry, I won't. I'm here, okay?"
and Javy knows that, logically, he has no say in the matter either. but here, under the California sun after almost dying beneath it, stroking your hair as you hastily undo his helmet and shove it off his head, he knows that this promise is as much as he can do right now. even if it's as good as a sweet nothing--he'd say it, he'd promise it, a million times over for you.
you're grabbing his face now, tears wetting your cheeks, as you inspect his cheeks and forehead for cuts or bruises. and he's misty-eyed, too, watching the woman he loves come undone in this sweet almost-grief.
"I'm okay," he keeps saying, but you won't listen.
you check him as thoroughly as you can with tears heavy on your lashes, holding the back of his head and giving him the saltiest, the sweetest, of kisses.
"don't," you whisper brokenly against his mouth.
and he just nods, nose nuzzling yours. he gives you another kiss--can taste the tears on your tongue.
"I won't," he whispers.
and he means it--for you, he means it.
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