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letsgobarbs · 25 days ago

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Crying Cryptids & Canoodling Cupids

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x Plus Size F!Reader

Prompt: Javi G + “What cryptid are you trying to be, Mothman’s cousin?”

Summary: Javi is having a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. Scratch that. He was having a terrible week, a horrible month, a no-good year, and just, a general, very bad time. He was convinced this movie was going to end his filmmaking career. Nobody will ever want to see any of his work again. It was shit. And there was nothing he could do about it. And he might have just made the sweetest woman cry— someone he is so sure is his soulmate.

Warnings: Fatphobia, no smut for you nasties… okay maybe just a little hint because I couldn't resist, just a mention of it though.

A/N: This is for the PPCUVDAY event organised by @peepawispunk Is it Valentine’s Day? No. Is it even February yet? No. But I spun the wheel and got a prompt and a fic manifested. So we all get this— as a little treat. It is a classic Soulmate AU, where the first words your soulmate will say to you appear tattooed on your body.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Javi had always been quick to temper. He had just learned to never express it, because that was an invitation for being hit— or worse with Lucas. But now he wanted to throw a veritable tantrum— fuck the consequences.

The headset around his neck was strangling him, the usual soft feel and comforting weight of it was replaced by a crawling sensation that made him want to jump out of his skin. He wanted to tear the script resting on his thigh into tiny, minuscule, little pieces and shower it into the air— the corner of the paper was scratching at the exposed skin of his knee, yet another irritant that was making his leg restlessly jump. He needed to jump off a cliff and into a cool body of water. Step away, reset.

Too bad none of them would be getting that. This was supposed to be a movie. He was supposed to be a director. But all this was shaping up to be was a circus and he wasn’t even the ringmaster, he was a sad little monkey walking on stilts and jumping through hoops. Even worse, he was letting all the other sad little monkeys who had faith in him down.

It was his first time trying to make a horror movie— an intense, realistic, gritty psychological horror that offered a poignant insight into both the good and the evil in the nature of mankind. The script had been good. Lucien and Dieter were giving some of the most honest and amazing performances of their careers setting them both up for the greatest comeback after their stint in rehab. The crew was good, he had worked with these people before.

But then the producers started cutting costs and the real horror show had begun. They had terrorised the crew— changed the lighting, equipment, locations, costumes until it looked more like Cliff Beasts 7: Fellowship of the Furious– Journey to a Stranger Tide or something. They had even shooed in a heroine who wasn’t even in the script, naturally, the script had to be rewritten. He just wished she could act…

He had wrapped up filming yesterday after more than twenty takes on one of her simple scenes, making do with the shot of her actually remembering her lines even though they were delivered like she was acting on a Disney sitcom. Javi wished he could wrap up today as well, they were all exhausted from several demanding scenes and it wasn’t shaping up to be any better for her but they were running so behind schedule. Moreover, the costume and make-up department had worked so hard to put her in the monster get-up, they owed it to the crew to at least try. The original script didn’t even have a monster.

She did look monstrous but for all the wrong reasons. She looked huge, hulking at a little over seven feet, covered in bronze armour— why did they have to add big boobs to the metal? There were two giant wings behind her, confusingly made of feathers instead of metal like the rest of her costume. They had given her two fuzzy antennas that reminded him of oversized spruce twigs or moths. The armour was far too big for her he thought with a wince; sure the monster was supposed to represent corporate greed but making it fat was just wrong.

The most placid, emotionless garbled noises rang out of the giant tin can; Javi tried to unclench his jaw, hiding his expression behind a tight fist. His chest racked with effort to draw in a large breath. That’s it, he’s done.

“CUT!!” He roared. The script fell off his lap as he stood from his chair. Javi could feel the anger flooding over the dam he had built; he could feel it prickle in his throat like dry smoke, taste its bitterness on his tongue.

“WHAT CRYPTID ARE YOU TRYING TO BE, MOTHMAN’S COUSIN? Because woooow, that was really fucking pathetic.” He seethed as he maintained eye contact with the two large red bulbs for eyes on her helmet.

Javi whirled around to face the freelancer from the costume department before the actress could fight him, “And WHY IS SHE SO FUCKING BIG?”

There was a collective, shocked gasp on set as everyone stared at him in abject horror. Javi was panting now, still overwhelmed with rage while Dieter scowled at him a dark, menacing look on his face.

“Dude—” But Dieter was interrupted by a dog. A squeaking, whimpering dog. Oh my god, there was a chihuahua in the tin can. For a horribly brief moment, he wondered if he would find multiple dogs stacked together under that armour, it would certainly explain the bad acting. Everyone quietly stood around as the crying continued in quiet keens and puppyish whines.

“Hey, don’t cry—” Dieter cooed at her. Since when was he so nice to her?

His giant cryptid lifted the visor of her helmet, red bulb eyes, moth antenna and all. Javi peered up into the sweetest face that certainly did not belong to the lead of his movie. Fuck. Her face was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat and tears; she looked down at him with glassy eyes and brows furrowed with hurt. She made a strange eep sound as she tried to hold back more of her sobs— it drew his attention to the most kissably pouty lips. They wobbled from the emotional strain. Javi felt like a despicable cur.

“You’re the worst.” She whispered. Her voice choked with tears. And he felt his heart break. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, he didn’t even know who she was.

The pretty cryptid clunked out of there, her feathery wing slapping him across the face— as he deserved. Javi felt the embarrassment curl in his stomach for her, poor girl deserved a more graceful exit but instead, the costume sounded like pots and pans clanging around in the utensil cabinet while she fruitlessly tried to manoeuvre around the set pieces; the noise grated on his ears and made his teeth itch. The shrill, brassy clashing sound of metals abruptly turned into a loud thunk and a crash as she fell just a few steps away from the exit. A mean, taunting little giggle rang from some corner breaking everyone out of their reverie.

Lucien reaches her first, gently helping her to sit while the assistant he had just screamed at tried to remove the stilts from under her feet. Javi moves to rush forward, she must have hurt herself in the fall.

But Dieter held him back, “Give it a moment, you’ll only upset her more.”

She did seem pretty upset, her face had darkened but her eyes were impassive she barely responded to Lucien as he soothingly comforted her. The sight of her blank look was tugging at his heart, he just wanted to cradle her face in his hands, wipe her tears and smooth away the hurt. He settled for doing the next best thing and gave a terse command to finish up for the day.

Javi noticed her painful grimace as Lucien helped her to stand, making a mental note to make sure she saw a doctor; he would pay any of the medical bills. For now, he helplessly watched, a strange caustic feeling blistering under his skin— it wasn’t anger, not quite. But he disliked the way his arm wrapped around her waist, or how her arm was seeking support on his shoulder as she stumbled farther away from him. Javi thought De Leon was being a bit pretentious.

Oh fuck, you’re the worst.

You loved cryptids. Halloween was your favourite time of the year; every year since you were fourteen you had dressed up as various cryptids. Your interest had spiralled from just Halloween costumes to owning a shelf full of books about cryptids, a wall covered in newspaper clippings of cryptid sightings and stories; your family and friends would gift you cryptid clothing and accessories on Christmas— your favourite being the bright blue Nessie ladle in your kitchen drawer and a Kraken tentacle ring which was always wrapped around your finger. You even owned several monster sex toys; you had your favourites there too— a silicone tentacles dildo with amazing bumps and suction cups along its length, and a neon green and purple vibrating monster cock with the most delicious ridges.

It had all started with a small birthmark just to the side of your calf muscles, which spread across your skin as you grew up forming the first sentence your soulmate would say to you. What cryptid are you trying to be, Mothman’s cousin?

You had imagined so many ways your soulmate would say that to you; maybe it would be a pretty girl striking up a conversation at the local cosplay event, or perhaps a cute guy flirting at a Halloween party, or someone sweet and sly who would playfully tease you about your outfit of choice.

Most people do not end up finding their soulmates, but you were so convinced you would find yours one day. Because your line was so detailed, while others had a variation of hi, hello, hey, good morning— something so mundane their soulmate could be anybody. There were even shows that helped people with commonplace soulmate tattoos find their life partner— the current contestant on The Bachelor’s Soulmate was a pilot whose tattoo read, “Hey, what can I get started for you today?”

People with tattoos of greetings could never be sure they ended up with their true soulmate you’d watched a TLC show about them. And now, more than ever, you wished you had one of those boring soulmate tattoos. Never in your life had you imagined the words from your tattoo would be shouted at you, followed by being called pathetic and then he’d called you fat— fucking huge. You burst into more tears at the thought, muffling your sobs against your fingers.

Lucien wiped your tears again, gently dabbing a tissue to your cheeks. You wished he wouldn’t hover, you just wanted to be left alone. You know he is trying to be kind— mostly out of guilt your mind whispered to you. Which wasn’t true… even if it was, it didn’t matter. He hadn’t always been kind, you had worked with him when he was still struggling with his drinking issue. He was mean and had almost cost you your job once. He was nicer now that he was sober, or at least more aware of the people around him. You were happy for him.

“You know he didn’t mean it that way…” He murmured.

It didn’t matter whether he meant it or not. You had decided you didn’t want him. Someone not being with their soulmates was unheard of, because why would anybody reject a person that was made, curated, for you by the universe. But the truth was Javi Gutiérrez did not want you— not really. He thought you were fat and pathetic.

Your heart still clenched every time you thought about his words. And even if he was mysteriously accepting about him being your soulmate, and instantly fell in love with you because you were perfect for him or he loved your super cool personality, you would always know, in the back of your mind, that he hadn’t wanted you. In the quietest, most intimate moments with him, a mean little voice would be the loudest and it would always remind you that you were just thrust upon him by the universe. But had the choice been his, it wouldn’t be you.

This was Hollywood, most of the time it didn’t matter how nice and sweet you were, men would always go for the prettiest, sexiest woman— then too nobody over a size 6 and very rarely somebody who was a size 8 but only if they liked curves. You had met Javi’s ex-girlfriend Gabriela who works for a different production company, she was not only tall and gorgeous but also very very sweet and sassy. She was perfect.

You were just some low-level production assistant, running errands, printing scripts, fetching coffees and meals, cleaning up the set and trailers, chauffeuring actors to and from the set. Often it was the assistant directors or the other team leaders passing forward instructions. Even when Javi had introduced himself to the crew, you had made yourself scarce because the sight of him had made you so flustered and tongue-tied— you just hadn’t wanted to make a fool of yourself.

He was far too beautiful— all sun-kissed skin and soft curls. Every time you delivered something to him, you would quickly scurry away before he even had the chance to thank you because of how nervous he made you. You didn’t think you would last if he looked at you with those puppy eyes and spoke to you with that accented voice. He was endlessly kind and polite with everyone on set. You would be an idiot to not want him.

So maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t your soulmate at all. That would make the most sense. You tried to think of the first thing you had ever said to him, your mind sadly pulling a blank. Perhaps, his soulmate tattoo read something you had never said. And there was someone else out there for you who was waiting to ask you what type of cryptid you were trying to be. Your heart lurched at the thought of him not being yours— the idea that he could be was so irresistible that it physically hurt to believe otherwise.

A cough disrupted the air, you looked up to see Javi standing by the entrance of the trailer giving you a shy, toothy smile. You instinctively smiled back at him, too distracted by how violently your heart was flutteringly— you felt queasy like you were hanging onto that single lock of hair curling over his forehead as it swung with the evening air. So, you didn’t notice the two men share a charged look and tense smile before Lucien softly patted your head and made his way out.

Javi had the warmest, twinkling brown eyes, sweet and innocent. You had dreamed about how that plush bottom lip would feel between yours, on your skin, on your pussy.

Stop it, you stupid slut.

He was probably here to scold you for being in front of the camera and taking the heroine’s place. But it was not your fault! She had begged you to do it, said it wasn’t that big of a deal since they didn’t need to see her face in the scene and they could voice over her lines post-production— it’s just monster noises and screeching anyway.

Initially, you hadn’t wanted to do it because you didn’t trust her intentions but she had it cleared with the producers as well. They said you would be just like a stand-in. Then you had seen the silly monster costume, it was so bad— but it had the Mothman eyes and antenna. And you couldn’t resist because of the soulmate tattoo. You had thought, what if this was how you found your soulmate?

“Hey, are you okay?” His teeth were so straight, smile so adorable— it made his eyes squint, one closing just slightly more than the other in a way that made your stomach contract. And that nose… the bold slope of it was downright salacious.

UGH, shut up, don’t be a whore. Have some self-respect. He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t want you. Fat and Pathetic. Fat and Pathetic.

“Yeah, I’m okay…” You furtively glanced around the trailer, hoping that not looking at him would make you feel less overwhelmed.

“That’s good, I think I’m your soulmate.” He stated in a calm voice followed by a warm, awkward chuckle. But his hands were trembling, and he rubbed them along his thighs.

“Um, no. You’re not.” You croaked, refusing to meet his eyes as you lied to him.

“No, let me show you.” He pulled off his shirt revealing broad, tanned shoulders. You wanted to lick the freckles that dusted over his skin there, kiss the ones that dotted his neck.

He lifted his hand straight up and showed you a string of letters that ran up his underarm. You couldn’t make sense of them at first, they looked like keyboard smash starting from his forearm; some of them were capitalised, some letters lowercase, a few of them had accents on them and some of them were even ligatures.

Then he started pronouncing them in a strange whimpering, squeaking voice. And you wanted to scream. Or laugh. Was he trying to imitate your crying? You knew you weren’t a pretty crier but he made you sound almost… endearing. Especially when he tentatively looked at you with those aggrieved eyes of a kicked puppy. He whispered the last of the words as the letters disappeared into his armpit— you’re the worst.

You tried not to visibly flinch. Were those really your first words to him? How horrible to carry those words on your body for your whole life. He looked so guilty and ashamed, lines formed between his brows and the creases in his forehead deepened in distress.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say those awful words to you.” His gaze on you was steady and sincere, begging you to believe him.

You swallowed, feeling an anxious tightness in your chest. You surged through before you could change your mind.

“Sorry, but I don’t think you’re my soulmate.” You insisted, looking down at his knees, they were so close to yours. He was sitting in the seat facing you, and suddenly the trailer seemed much smaller. You could smell him— open oceans, sweet citrus, hints of something minty and herby lavender.

“Oh, what does your tattoo say? Can I see it?” The disappointment in his voice nestled just under your ribs, painfully digging into your heart.

“It says hello.” You lied.

“That’s great! I must’ve said hello to you.” He perked up at the possibility. Eyes radiant with joy again. He hadn’t said hello, but that wasn’t his fault. It was ironic but you had mastered the art of being invisible— despite your size.

“No, you didn’t… You said Hi.” At least, he would have if you hadn’t evaded him at all times, mooning over him from afar.

“Noooo… I must’ve said hello— I mean hi, hey, hello. So hard to remember, I said hello. I’m sure.” He argued. You tried not to cry.

You weren’t so insecure. Sure, being the weird chubby kid who liked cryptids wasn’t easy. But you had grown up— learned to love your body. Today just… wasn’t a good day. You felt raw, vulnerable and humiliated. You’d taken off the costume but couldn’t forget how unflattering it had made you feel, and that mean little giggle was still ringing in your ears. Your mind was also regurgitating his harsh words.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And she insisted she wasn’t his soulmate.

Javi couldn’t take his eyes off her face. Well, he could, but then he would be looking at the way her t-shirt stretched over those lovely boobs, or the cinch of her waist before her form generously curved into the most delectable hips— he could almost picture the way his fingertips would disappear in her flesh if he gripped her. Shut up, this is so wildly inappropriate.

He balled his shirt on his lap to hide the hard-on he was sporting in his shorts, sitting in only his white, sleeveless undershirt. His heart was racing, and he could feel the heat climbing up the back of his neck. He had been so convinced she was his soulmate. He still felt like she was lying to him, but why? Did she not want him?

It would be understandable, not a lot of people wanted him. He was just a geeky film nerd who talked about movies until everyone around him was bored and exasperated. He wasn’t strong, or cool, or dashing. Sure, a lot of people flirted with him now but he wouldn’t delude himself into thinking they wanted anything more than his money. He was the kind of guy who took years to stand up to his cousin. At most, he was cute. But why would this goddess want him when she could have Lucien De Leon.

Not even Gabriela had wanted him and they had known each other since they were kids. They both had realised very quickly that while they cared for each other, their relationship had been based on loneliness and scarcity. He had liked her because she was the only one on the compound who had been genuinely nice to him— she was his only friend. And she had liked him because he was the only decent, non-violent man in the international criminal organisation.

They had long broken up when Gabriela had found her soulmate. He wished them all the happiness in the world, she deserved it. Because he would have never survived without her— not even in Hollywood. She had been the one dealing with the production companies for him. Fuck, and now he had to deal with one on his own.

Javi looked at the woman before him, she seemed so lovely and kind. He wanted her to be his soulmate. For years, he had been terrified his soulmate would be someone Lucas had kidnapped, hurt or harmed. He was always afraid he wouldn’t be able to save them— why else would someone call him the worst?

Well, it had finally happened, out of his own stupidity too. He hadn’t even known they were using one of the production assistants as a stand-in. The producers had conveniently left him out of the loop for a lot of things. Dieter had informed him how his lead actress was the daughter of the man who owned their production company; she’d joined the movie for a chance with Lucien. And had planned this whole fiasco as a horrible prank when she had lost his attention to this enticing woman in front of him. Javi briefly wondered if he should tell her that the lead actress was trying to bully her.

He watched her squirm in her seat, rearranging her legs so her knees pressed together and turned slightly away from his. He tried very hard not to think about the way her thighs flattened and spread on the seat under her, because then his mind would provide him with the lewd images of the same thighs framing his face, their weight on his shoulder, his teeth sinking into the soft inside— marking her, tasting her.

She folded her arms over her stomach, her hand comfortingly stroking her upper arm. Was she cold? Because Javi was feeling overheated. He subconsciously wiped his temple, finding a light coating of sweat there. He couldn’t see the soft swell of her belly anymore, which meant he really shouldn’t be thinking about pressing his fingers into her warm skin there and pinching, twisting the flesh to watch it mould around his unruly touch— her waist would roll and twist to escape him, she would probably softly gasp, her eyes wide and aggrieved.

She awkwardly cleared her throat, and it snapped his attention to her face. Her lips were pursed as she glanced around the trailer. He really hoped she hadn’t noticed him staring at her like a creep.

“That’s a nice T-shirt”—he looked down at her top, relieved that it was indeed a T-shirt—“Loveland Frogman? It’s almost Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?” There, he was just looking at her top and totally not having any inappropriate thoughts about her body. But he loved the way ‘Loveland’ stretched over those tits. Fuck.

The T-shirt fit snugly over her sweetly rounded shoulders. Javi felt his teeth itch with the desire to bite down on them. She watched him, confused and bewildered at the abrupt change in topic, before glancing down at her T-shirt as if she hadn’t realised what she was wearing.

“Oh, um, Loveland is a place. It’s in Ohio, Frogman is their local cryptid. But turned out it was just a giant three-foot-something iguana. I got the shirt when I watched a musical about it. There’s also a found footage horror movie about it with this absolutely bonkers ending— Sorry, I’m rambling— anyways, are you going to fire me?”

“What? No. No. Of course not.” She had the most charming twinkle in her eyes. He would set fire to the set before firing her.

“Today was entirely my fault”—He felt shame coat his throat, and his next words came subdued and choked—“I’m a shit director—”

“No, you’re not. You are an amazing director. You have a very clear vision for the film, and you’re able to communicate and explain that vision. You won’t believe how many directors just can’t explain what they want. You give the actors enough creative license to explore their characters instead of demanding they do as you tell them to. You respect the crew and everyone’s time, so many directors just treat us like we’re servants to be taken for granted. You’re passionate about your work. You’re a film lover, and you enjoy watching other people’s work. I love that you are still exploring your own visual and story-telling style. I mean, it is easy to tell where you get your inspirations but you still make it so intrinsically yours—”

Her lips were sweet and warm. Javi hadn’t been able to hold himself back and swooped over to kiss her. She was tense for a moment before her lips softened and melted against his. He kissed her slowly at first, selfishly, it wasn’t because he wanted to put her at ease or make her comfortable. He was in disbelief that he was kissing her or that she was letting him in the first place.

She nibbled on his lower lip, and Javi felt himself whimper into her mouth. He cradled her face, pushing closer to her as he licked the corner seam where her lips connected. He was addicted to the divot of her cupid’s bow, the swoop of her lower lip, and the maddening way she was tracing the shape of his lips.

“You don’t want this.” She whispered against his lips. And Javi simply angled her face again before slotting his lips over hers once more. She moaned against him, and he heard a soft, answering groan rise from his chest as he kissed deeper into her, exploring the curve of her palate, the gummy lining of her mouth, and the fascinating way the top of her tongue was different in texture to the side of it. He couldn’t remember wanting anything more.

He was unwilling to part with her even with their mutual need for air, Javi continued kissing her, worshipping just her lips, showering them with tender pecks and kisses. He felt her warm breath fan across his cheek, and the wild beating of her pulse under his hand. He had never been one for overly sweet things, but he could taste something sugary on her— maybe she’d had some chocolate, or honey, or maybe a candy. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough of it, he was hankering for more.

His lips slipped from hers as they both panted for breath, pressing affectionate kisses to the side of her lips, her cheek, her jaw and another just under it. He noticed her take a deep shuddering breath, eyes still closed as he touched his forehead to hers, noses grazing each other. She smelled of soap, freshly laundered clothes, and something uniquely her.

Her eyes fluttered open, and he felt his breath hitch; they were a world unto themselves. He memorised the pattern of her irises, the variation in their colour; he admired the fuzzy line of her pupils, the curve of her eye line and the length of her lashes. She looked so adorably befuddled, her eyes wet and glazed over— he could almost see himself reflected in them. Javi caressed the apple of her cheek with his thumb.

“We should take you to the doctor’s…”

“Huh?” Javi chuckled at her confused state.

“For your leg, I noticed you hurt yourself when you fell.” He reminded her.

“Oh, no, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt that much, and I took a shower so I ran some warm water over it and it feels better already.” She was gripping onto the fabric of her skirt; she still looked a little uncertain, as if searching for something in his eyes. He gave a wide beam, but her smile was shy and tentative. Wait.

“You showered in Lucien’s trailer?” He didn’t mean for it to, but the question came out a bit accusing. It wasn’t his business where she showered. Except that he had just kissed her, and he wanted to do more. Did she want more as well?

“Well, yeah, he offered. And there isn’t a shower in the employee tent so I took him up on the offer. The armour made me so sweaty and sticky— wait… Why did you ask it like that?”

“No reason.” Except for the fact that she was exactly the type of pretty thing Lucien would like to sink his claws into— his other parts too for that matter. He felt an uncharacteristic sting spread through the walls of his heart like his own blood was astringent. He was jealous.

“Are you and him…”

“No, God, no. We’re not—”

“So, do you want to go on a date with me?”

She stared at him for several long moments, looking like a deer caught in headlights and her mouth agape. Silence stretched between them— an awkward, flustered kind. Her eyes quivered, as if she might cry. And Javi wanted to stuff the words back into his mouth. He was so stupid.

She had kissed him back, but otherwise, she had not touched him at all. He was the director of the movie, her boss. She probably felt like she had to accept his advances. He leaned as far away from her as possible, too disgusted with himself to notice the way her face fell in disappointment and tears brimmed her eyes.

“I’m so sorry, you don’t need to feel—”

“Why even kiss me if you’re not attracted to me? Was it some kind of a prank?” Her voice was pained, she sniffled. His heart broke at the way she was looking at him— like he had broken her heart.

“I am attracted to you… that’s why I’m asking you out.”

“I’m not your soulmate. You called me fat and pathetic!” She raised her voice in indignation.

“I did not!” Javi hotly defended himself. They were both riled up now. He would never.

“Yes, you did. You called me fucking huge.” Her words knocked the wind out of his sails. She scowled at him with angry, resentful eyes. He thought back to his outburst on set, grimacing as he recollected his words.

“I meant that you were almost eight feet tall. And the armour was purposely made too big and unflattering, it just wasn’t right for a monster that represents corporate greed.”

“Well, you still called me pathetic—”

“I thought you were the lead actress and those were some of the most lacklustre, pitiful monster noises in the history of cinema—”

“It wasn’t my fault they said they would voice over it and I should be quieter.”

They both took several large breaths before Javi slipped down his seat and knelt at her feet, gently prying her skirt from her fists and taking her hands in his.

“I’m sorry. I was an idiot.” He watched the tension fall from her shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze to her hands. She huffed a small, conceding little laugh.

“It’s okay.”

“Will you at least let me take a look at your leg?” He inquired.

Javi felt relieved to see a smile grace her features again, the light in her eyes made him feel warm. And he gingerly clasped her ankle in his hand as soon as she had nodded his permission.

“Tell me if it hurts,” He said as he pressed and massaged around her ankles first and then her feet, twisting it one way and then another— noticing the wince on her face even when she didn’t verbalise her pain. Finally, he moved up her leg, pressing to check for any tenderness or pain. He gently eased her socks down her calf to check for any swelling or bruises.

And right there, wrapping around her calf, was her soulmate tattoo. His fingers twitched over the words before he slowly traced them, gently twisting her leg to catch the words as they rolled around the back— not that he needed to see what they said.

What cryptid are you trying to be, Mothman’s cousin?

Javi gasped as the realisation settled in. He snapped his head up to look at her. And she nodded, confirming what he hadn’t dared ask. His vision was blurry with tears as joy and elation coursed through his body, he felt a laugh bubble up his chest. Excitement zinged across his nerves. His soulmate!

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He demanded, no real rancour or admonishment in his voice as he pulled his soulmate into a crushing hug. He marvelled at the press of her body against his; his hands stroked along the contours of her body, pressing her closer to him. She was his soulmate.

“I thought you didn’t want me…” She mumbled so softly that he barely heard her.

Javi relinquished his hold on her to grasp her face again, cradling her jaw and wiping her stray tears, “I would always want you. I wanted you even when you were a giant cryptid in stupid bronze armour and feather wings.”

“No, you didn’t, silly…” She giggled as she teasingly rolled her eyes at him. Javi reverently traced the tattoo on her leg again.

“I’m sorry…” He mumbled, giving her a dimpled, mischievous smile before guiding the sole of her foot to press against the hardened cock he had been trying to hide, “I’ve been trying to cover this up as soon as I’d come in.”

She adoringly tucked a few of his curls behind his ears, her fingers brushing over his stubble. She pinched his chin in her palm, pulling his jaw so he looked up at her. Javi felt his heart race, heat pooling in his belly, and more blood rushed lower to his cock where the heel of her foot was dizzyingly stroking over it. She insistently pressed her toes to his balls. He gulped despite his dry mouth.

Her thumb caressed and wiped at his lower lip, testing the softness of it before she arched a brow in challenge. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and lust.

“Kiss me to make up for it?” Javi went enthusiastically into the arms of his lover. What followed the desperate kisses and the fervent touches was an intimate introduction of bodies and a reacquaintance of severed souls.

And if Lucien accidentally caught a glimpse of their sweet production assistant with her T-shirt stretching under her arms and bunched into her mouth to expose her swaying tits, a foot propped up on his vanity, head lolling back and watching her pretty pussy obediently take the director’s cock in the mirror then… no, he didn’t.

He knew better than to mess with the PAs on set if he wanted to enjoy the simple joys of life like a clean trailer, a hot coffee just the way he liked it and warm meals on time. It was a lesson he had learned the hard way.

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American Legacy: A Javi G Story

Summary: A meeting while on vacation, Allison Dillion finds that a one night stand will make her change and question everything. A story of love, family and legacy.

Chapter One: A Promise Made

There are just a handful of things in this world that Allison Dillon loves, her family, her horses and this ranch. Her family only consisted of her grandparents, her grandmother's best friend/house keeper Miss Pat and the ranch hands.

She had made a promise to her dying grandfather to take her Maw Maw on a trip to Europe. They had planned on going for their 55th wedding anniversary but sadly he had passed away in his sleep. Two years had went by before they were able to take that trip. They were on their 2nd stop in Marola, Spain. She was out with her Maw Maw walking and looking at the sites. Maw Maw in her trust rascal scooter with her Yorkie, Bandit in her lap. Allison was taking pictures of the scenery. Her red hair she had cut in a pixie her peacock tattoo on her thigh was somewhat showing under her denim cutoffs. A guy driving a vespa nearby revved up his engine and as he did Bandit took off running.

Maw Maw unable to catch him on her rascal. Allison quickly ran after the tiny dog. "Bandit!!!" she yelled running after him. She ducked and dodged through the crowded streets and she wasn't paying attention on where exactly she was going. She only knew she had to get that dog.

She saw him duck into some bushes of a well manicured place. Allison thought was a hotel. She didn't think twice about bending over the bushes looking for Bandit.

"Excuse me, is there something I can help you with?" A man's voice said from behind her. Allison looking startled "Oh my goodness! You scared me! I'm looking for my Maw Maw's yorkie. he came runnin' down this way." She couldn't help but notice how beautiful this man was. He was tall and tanned and had a gorgeous head of hair and thmosst deep coffee colored eyes.

The man shakes his head "Sorry I haven't seen any Yorkie, but what's his name?" He asked her. "Damnit!" she stomps her foot. He couldn't help but notice her thick Southern accent. "His name is Bandit... Like Smokey and the Bandit" she huffs and puts her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry Mr.. that Yorkie means the world to my Maw Maw. She brings him everywhere she goes. Damn thing has a passport." She laughs.. "Oh man!" He laughs, "Let me help you find him. I'm Javi, by the way." She smiles and shakes his hand "I'm Allison Dillion, Allie for short."

"Nice to meet you, Allie! Well, I didn't see any dog right now, but we can keep looking for this Bandit... where do you see him for the last time??" Javi asks

"He ran up these steps and into these bushes. Maw Maw had him on her lap up yonder way. A fella on a Vespa scared him and he took off faster than a jack rabbit in heat. " Allie says putting her hands on her hips.

They both start to around, and "Oh, well, don't worry, let's go look for him". They go in opposite directions but keep within sight of each other

"Come here Bandit, here boy, you're a good boy, you are... Come to uncle Javi..." He said looking into the garden

She calls "Bandit, cmon boy, treats! I got ya some bacon Bandit! "

Javi keeps calling for "Bandit Bandit, boy, where are you?? We have treats... look this delicious bacon... and sausages... and... oh, we have a chicken sandwich... come over here, boy..."

Allie can't help but laugh at him trying to lure Bandit with random food.

After a few minutes Allie see his tail under a bush "There he is!" She points over to a bush Bandit is very interested in a bird nest.

"Oh! There he is! " He approaches the bush very slowly, and starts to call for the dog. "Bandit, Bandit, boy, come here... we have the best treats in the world... look at this delicious meat..."

Allie can't help but laugh...

She said in her best Beavis and Butthead voice... "You said meat" .. and they both laugh

Javi picks Bandit up

"Thank you so much for helpin' me look for this sum bitch. Maw maw would've had a stroke if somethin' happened to him." She says

He hands Bandit to Allie" And she pulls a leash from her back pocket and clicks it on to Bandit's collar.

She shakes his hand. He can't get over her firm grasp.

"Well Javi, back where we come from we show gratitude by servin' food. Since we ain't home I can't cook my famous double fried chicken. How bout I take ya to dinner tonight? My treat our hotel has a great place to eat. Half the stuff I can't pronounce but it's tasty. What ya say? Let me properly thank you." She says smiling

"Oh... why not, Allie?" He says with a smile... she is so sweet... and he has never seen anyone as generous, and he is curious about her famous double fried chicken...

"Alright... you can take me to dinner tonight. What's the name of the place? I know a couple of places in the island, but there are always new ones." He said

"Oh gracious the La Coasta.. Grade.. Grand de? My Spanish is terrible" she laughs

"La Costa... Grand? La Costa Grand? Well, that's a very good, and exclusive place, you have a good taste, Allie. "He says with a smile on his face, impressed because he wasn't expecting anything so fancy "Okay, deal, we go to dinner there tonight. What time? "

"7 too early?" Allie asked

"Not at all. 7 pm it's a perfect time, Allie. You know that the sunset here in the beach it's at 7:47pm? If the restaurant it's not far from here, we can see the sunset while we are at dinner. Well, if you like that sort of things..." Javi says putting his hands in his pockets

"I'd love that. I used to take long sunset walks on the beach when I was at Coastal Carolina. Well, I better get him back to Maw Maw. I'll see ya later Javi." She smiles again holding Bandit in her arms. She walks away from the compound heading back towards her Maw Maw.

"I'll see you at 7 pm, Allie! Bye bye bye!" Javi smiles, a little bit embarassed, and then he watches her going away with Bandit, with her short shorts and her peacock tattoo..

Allie returns Bandit to her Maw Maw. She's waiting in her red rascal scooter.

'Here he is Maw Maw. Sum bitch gave me a scare" she says handing Bandit back to her

Her Maw Maw looks offended "watch your mouth, shit!" Maw Maw said in a huff

Allie laughs and says "Well, he got me a date with a tall drink of Spanish wine..'

Her Maw Maw laughs and says "Girl! You better watch them Latin men! They charm the pants off the pope!"

Allie smirks. "Cmon you need your nap!"

As they walk back to their hotel, Maw Maw manages to knock down several people on her scooter.

Allie gets Maw Maw settled in the room with Bandit in her lap already snoozing away.

Allie gets up and orders her Maw Maw dinner and takes a shower and puts on a yellow sun dress with a matching headband and sandals.

"Maw maw I got on cell on me if you need me. I won't be far." She says grabbing her small crossbody bag.

Maw maw waves back from her bed. "Have fun honey!"

She makes her way down to the hotel bar there he is.. in a suit looking hotter than a sizzling skillet.. Allie takes a breath and walks towards him. He looks at her smiling as she walks towards him.

He thinks she looks gorgeous... the dress, the hair, the sandals, the headband, everything"... he smiles again

"Ally! You look stunning... You look even cuter than my olive trees in bloom..." He says

She blushes and says "Oh hush I bet you say that to all the girls ." She giggles

*He laughs*" Okay, you got me... I confess you are not even cuter than my olive trees, which it could be difficult since they are amazing"... He says offering his hand

"But... you are way more beautiful than my olives for sure, Ally." He says with a huge smile. She takes his hand and he gently kisses it..

"Oh my." She says "you certainly have a way with words. "

His hand holds her and he gently touches her wrist and brings it up to his lips again

" Thank you. But trust me, you are the one who deserves this words. " He says with a smile. He continues to hold her hand in his

"So, are you ready for dinner? I'm pretty hungry right now..." He asks

"Yes sir I'm famished!" She says smiling back he takes her hand and escorts her into the hotel restaurant.

The La Costa Grand, is a very exclusive place, and there is a lot of security, because a lot of VIPs come there. Javi smiles at the waiter, and the waiter recognizes Javi and the Chef, and they show them toa table, with the best view you can ask for, in front of the sea. The sun it's already about to set, and there is still a pink glow in the horizon...

Wow! This is beautiful! I've mostly been sitting in the dining area or the bar when I've eaten here she says taking in the veiw.

She pulls out her cell phone and snaps pictures of the view

As the wine arrives the waiter pours them both a glass and he holds up his glass

"To a magical evening" she holds her glass up and says "Cheers"

Hmmm! She says looking around the view "You must come from high in the hog, Javi. Maw Maw and I just eat from the buffet and the little restaurants. "

" La Costa Grand it is a special place, but you can try it from time to time... Anyway, *He says, smiling* It is my treat tonight... after your surprise in the beach, and because it is nice to give presents from once in a while to such a beautiful lady as you are."

"No Javi, you helped me. It's not part of Southern hospitality protocol to let someone who's help ya pay. " She says

"No, it's not the protocol, but it's my protocol. You are a nice lady, and I want to invite you to eat here in this nice place. " He says taking another sip of his wine

He looks at her. Her eyes, her features. The little freckles on her face.

"By the way, you look stunning tonight, Ally... the way you have worn that dress, that beautiful yellow dress makes you look like you come from an old Hollywood movie..." He says.

She blushes "Thank you. I actually bought this from Walmart before we came here"

No, it's not the protocol, but it's my protocol. You are a nice lady, and I want to invite you to eat here in this nice place.

"Well you look stunning with it." He says reaching for her hand " You, are a little bit of sunshine, my sunny girl from the South."

She looks at him his gaze his eyes and says without thinking

"You use your tongue prettier than a $20 whore." She snorts with laughter.

"Well next time you're in Charlotte North Carolina I'll make my double fried chicken and million dollar pie just for you" she says squeezing his hand

When she says this, he can't find the words to say... he doesn't expect this, he tries to control his laughter, and then he bursts into a big and fun laughter... people at the restaurant turn to look at them, but then they smile when they see Javi, a local celebrity. Finally, he leans towards her and says

"Well... you have a deal... when I come back to Charlotte, I expect to have the best double fried chicken with that million dollar pie..."

She grins and holds up her left pinky finger

"Pinky promise?"

He takes her pinkie with his pinkie, and he says "Pinky promise...I'm curious about that tattoo..." Javi says noticing the tattoo on her wrist... He brings his hand down to gently touch it

"It's old and needs to be redone. She hold out her arm so he can see it. It's my daddy and Grandpa's zodiac signs. They were so special to me. " She said

"Oh, well... that's a nice tattoo. May I ask, what sign are you, Ally?" Javi asks taking her wrist in his hand

"I'm a Libra, you? " She said softly

"I'm a Aquarius. But I don't know much about zodiac signs.. anyway, I can already feel your sweetness, your kindness and your joy... and that makes you as stunning as I have said before..."

He says letting her hand go. He sips his glass while he looks at her with a smile.

As their entrees arrive, she clears her throat after taking a bite, she asks

"So tell me what's the difference in olive oil from America and Spanish olive oil?"

Javi gets a sparkle in his eye and starts to explain

"Well, the olives in Spain have a higher percentage of polyphenol content and they are more rich in other bioactive compounds. Also they have different flavor compounds, so you could feel it in the oil. But there is another important difference, and it is how the olives are harvested: The olives are taken at a specific stage of the maturation of the tree: when they are fully ripened, but still retain their freshness. So, we get the best olive oil you can find in the world."

As he explains she listens and eats her steak

"That's interesting. You remind me of the peach growers back home. So passionate about it all. Have you ever tasted Carolina peaches?" She asked

"I'm a little bit passionated about olive oil, yes. I could talk a lot about it...I haven't taste Carolina peaches, but... what's the difference between them and the peaches of Florida, California, or Georgia? He asks, drinking the rest of his glass

"I'm not sure... But there's an old song about Carolina girls.. being best in the world." She says as she seductively sips her drink.

He gives a smirk as he refills his glass and hers "Oh, well, they have to sing the truth... You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met..." He takes a sip his drink too, looking at her green eyes drinking, and he smiles

"I have to say that it's the first time I talk more than 5 minutes to a woman that is so...well short." *He says flirting, while he takes her hand*

She holds his hand and says "Well these high heels help a bit. honey I'm only 5'3. "

He looks at her in disbelief "Your secret is safe with me... you look great with these high heels... "

He says this while his eyes looking at her lips. The world melts away with every passing moment.

"You are even more sweet than my olive oil." He smiles and looks at her with a little bit of naughty sparkle in his eyes... he keeps caressing her hand. She looks at his hand caressing hers and says

She laughs and blushes..." Yep Maw Maw was right about you Latin men..".

"Oh, well, it's funny, because my Abuela also always told me to be careful with American women, mainly redheads with Southern accents and little dresses." He says giving her a devilish grin.

"Yep.. you can definitely charm the pants off the pope." She laughs.

She starts to Bob her head to the Latin music playing

"No offense but I miss country music" she says tapping her nails on the table

"Oh, you are a little bit "cowgirl"?? I like that"... He says while he caresses her hand and he looks at her with a flirty smile. He thinks this woman is a little bit of cowgirl, a little bit of southern girl, and totally a little bit of sunshine.

She laughs ... "You are so damn delightful Javi. But yes I am a cowgirl. I work with horses for a livin'"

"Oh, working with horses? That sounds like a hard work, but horses are amazing... I havent riden a horse in many years." He says

He slides over closer to her.. "May I kiss you? Just a little one?"

She gets a devilish look in her eyes

'Honey... Let me tell you somethin' about cowgirls you just get on a buckin branco and hold on!"

She grabs his shirt and crashes her lips on his.

He couldn't expect that butwhen she crashed her lips on his... he felt fire. He didn't resist... when he could, he kissed Ally back... and that kiss was full of passion and joy for life. They enjoyed that kiss until they couldn't resist more. Finally, they had to separate their lips. She pants her cheeks are flushed. She sits back and fans herself

"Javi, you really melt my butter!"

*He licks his lips, and he looks at her, while he moves his eyebrows with a naughty smile.

"I hope you are not mad with me... but it seems that you enjoyed a lot that kiss..." He says trying to remember his manners.

"If I didn't want it, trust me you'd be pickin' yourself off that floor. She says with a smirk. Like I said, I get on a buckin branco and hold on. And if I see somethin' I want I go for it " she says sitting closer to him.

"He laughs "You know... you are a little bit dangerous... I like that... I like a girl like you, who goes always after what she wants...And then, now that I can ask you... if you are a cowgirl, can I be your cowboy?" He asks getting closer to her

"Only if you can ride." She says in a lower seductive voice

He laughs and looks at her with a smirk

"Well... I'm not afraid of anything... so, I know that I'll get on a bucking horse and I'll stay there... maybe I'll not last too much... but I know that I'll try." He gets closer to her lips. " And... well, if I fall, you could catch me" He says this while he caresses her arms.

"Tell me cowboy" she leans in holding his thighs firming with her hands ..

"Can you last longer than 8 seconds on a wild horse?" Her voice is low and raspy.

"You know what? That's a challenge that I want to fulfill. Yes I can last longer than 8 seconds on a wild horse. I can stay longer than 10 seconds, I'm sure." *He says this with a huge smie. She leans in closer

Well I'll just call you Lane Frost.. " their lips meet again and those tongues dance and she lets out a soft moan.

He pulls her closer to him and he gently holds her face in her hands..

As they part his thumb gently moves across her bottom lip. "Would you like to take a walk with me on the beach? " He asks looking into her eyes..

" I'd love to" she said. They walk hand in hand down the steps to the beach she takes off her sandals and carries them. As they walk they talk about the things they like and they stop every so often to steal a kiss or two. They come to some private tents on the beach. He puts his hand on her lower back leading her into one.. they sit on the big couch. He kisses her deeply and his tongue gently goes to her neck and ear.

He whispers in her ear" Can I give you a special and a unique present? I was thinking about to give it to you later, but after that... I think you deserve it right now... so... I just want you to know this for the next seconds, because you'll feel it..."

He moves his hand from her shoulder down and caresses her back, and then he kisses her neck... he kisses her from behind, in her ear, in her neck... He whispers on her neck. " I want you" Her eyes close and she bites her lower lip. Her southern lady upbringing is going out the window

"Javi... I barely know you I leave Spain to head to Paris tomorrow. I want to know you more.... I'm so attracted to you. You're like a team of wild horses.. you pullin' me into you." She said placing her hand on his shoulders.

"I understand... my queen... but sometimes this things happen and we can't control it. Why don't you stay one more night? Please, honey" He continues whispering on her neck, while he touches her hair, and caresses her cheek. His mouth starts to tease her neck making her moan. She could feel the wettness pooling in her panties and the heat from her core.

"I can't... My maw maw is itchin' to get to Paris, we go home next week. I can't just leave her. She's all the family I got left" she whispers as he continues to kiss her neck and collar bone and move his hand up her dress.

He stops and looks at her his hand still on her thigh.

"I understand, honey...

But then, with a little bit more energy, he looks at her eyes and he says with a naughty smile

But how about we spend some time in here? I promise I'll give you some presents to remember me... *LHe says this while he still moves his hand caressing her cheek, and then... he leans towards her chin... he puts his other hand on her chin... he looks at her eyes, with a naughty smile... and he says

"Why don't you give me just one good kiss?" He says getting closer to her lips

"I don't want or need gifts Javi, those don't mean nothin' my daddy used to say you can't take it with ya. I just want you.... I want you to show me how a Latin man can make love to a woman. If it's just tonight. Then I'd I die tomorrow, I'll die the happiest gal this side of the ocean. "

He grins "You convinced me, honey... if you want me, it's going to be just you and me this night... I promise to give you the best night of your life."

He caresses her face more, and he kisses her neck and he moves his hand caressing her back*

She moves her hands under his sports coat and pulls it off him. Their lips meet in passion for a few moments. She feels his hands pulling at her strap of her sundress. As he pulls on strap off her shoulder he places a kiss on her shoulder.. she begins to kiss his neck and unbuttons his shirt. She kisses his torso as it's revealed to her.

He brings her to his lips and kisses her... She stands and pulls off her dress over her head and lets it fall to the floor. She stands between his legs and his hands gently caress her body as he looks up at her body and he kisses her stomach and moves just under her breasts. He looks up at her and asks "May I touch you hermosa?"

"Yes you may... I want you to shower me how a Latin man makes love to a woman " she says running her hands through his hair

He keeps his eyes on her as his hands move up under her bra and gently touch her breasts she un hooks it from behind and with his hands still caressing her breasts she slides her bra off her shoulders. He takes one hand and disguards it on the floor. He gently plays with her nipples and her breasts placing kisses on her stomach and in between her breasts. She lets out a soft moan. He pulls her to his lips and lays her down on the couch and makes quick work of his khakis. She breathes heavily as she watches him he settles himself between her legs and kisses her knee and places small kisses up her thighs.

He whispers in Spanish "Hermosa eres tan perfecta"

She looks at him and bites her lower lip. As he makes her way up to her core. He nibs at her panties and placed a deep kiss on the cloth covering her mound. The heat from his breath and his tongue so close. She moaned loudly as his tongue played with the fabric of her panties.

"You smell so good.. here" he says taking his finger and running it up her clothes mound. " Like peaches. Hmmmmm." Pulls her panties aside and taeses her wet folds. She moans softly.." I... I want... I want"

"What do you want espléndida? " He asks still teasing her..

"You.. I want it now"she said pulling him to her lips and kissing him aggressively.

He didn't need to hear anything else he pulls her panties off and pulls off his boxers. Strokes himself and enters her deeply..

She moans softly and her back arches as he stretches her out... His movements are swift but deep his mouth finds her breasts and neck.

Their moans and groans fill the tent..

"Javi . Hmmm.. Javi.. wait.. do you have protection? " She asks

He stopped and looked embarrassed "I'm sorry mi amor I don't... I didn't expect anything to happen like this... I-" she puts her fingers to his lips

"it's ok. I'm on the pill and I'm clean" she said softly

"Please, give me permission. Let me give you pleasure... and joy... I think you're really sexy and... you-" she placed her fingers on his lips again

"Yes... Yes." She said softly she kisses his cheek and neck "Yes Javi" he meets her lips and kisses her and starts to move more aggressive into her

"Ohhhh!!!!' She cried out in pleasure. Her body shook as she bucked her hips against him. As he brought her to her climax. He quickly flipped her over and brought her hips against him he entered her deeply bottoming out and thrusting into her. She gripped the cushion and cries out and moaned

Javi grunts and cuss in Spanish "Maldita sea, te voy a follar muy fuerte. hacerte mío." He growls as he pounds into her making her scream and squirm with pleasure..

"Oh fuck me!! God damnit! " She pushes up to all fours and moves against him hard their bodies shaking together as they moan in unison.

"Cum for me baby ... Cum all over me baby.... Ohhhhhh... That's a good girl... Hmmmm so tight" he says gripping her hips and slamming into her. He emptied himself into her slowong down his thrust she shook and shivered as he gently kissed her back and ass cheek..

She sat up and was panting... "Jesus! That... That was a rodeo..." She lets out a breathy chuckle

Javi pants his face red and covered in sweat they sit on opposite ends of the couch panting and trying to calm themselves down..

He glaces over and smiles at her she smiles back.

After a few moments they dress and walk back hand in hand back to the hotel. He stands outside the elevator as he kisses her goodnight

That was an amazing first date. Thank you for everything she said hugging him

'Oh the pleasure was all mine. Please look after yourself and here" he hands her a business card from his wallet with his cell phone on it. "I would love to hear from you again. "

She nods and says "I'll be in touch."

He kisses her softly "Goodbye for now cowgirl. "

She smiles and says see you. He walks out to the lobby as she gets in the elevator to her room.

She quietly goes to her room and undresses and takes off her makeup and showered. She slipped in the bed as her Maw Maw was fast asleep. She couldn't help but relive every moment of the date. Every touch and kiss. The way he looked at her. She smiled and snuggled into her pillow. Tomorrow she will be on a train to Paris and then home.

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