#Javier Gutierrez x reader

[ravensmadreads]

Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

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TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

[nerdieforpedro]

My Teddy Bear enjoys Leather

Javier Gutierrez x plus size female reader

This fanfic is for 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 891

Warnings: established relationship, unprotected P in V, riding, oral sex (male receiving), fingers and HANDS (did we expect different from me?), the color red, edging, cockwarming, breath play, Javi G is his own warning (I’m not sorry I had him say any of it!)

Summary: Your boyfriend Javier has deemed it appropriate to finally ask you for something important to him.

Notes: I am a sponge. There was talk of what one might do with a different Pedro character’s nose. I was being a menace in a friend’s DM and thought: “I should take some of these mini drabbles and make something with it.” That friend of course was @lady-bess and she encouraged me. 😆 So here we are with splashes of noses, @morallyinept ‘s Javi’s special room and my own spin on things because Javi’s color is red baby. ❤️ @rhoorl helped me with some translations because I already have trouble with English, I need all help I can get for Spanish because far be it from me to butcher a beautiful language.🥹

Main Masterlist / Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

You’ve never been one to kink shame. You’ve also never been asked to use leather in this manner either. Javier Gutierrez has been the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. He only raised his voice in bed when your hand slipped off his chest while you were riding him and grabbed his neck. You apologized but he of course told you not to worry about it. Javi never wants you to fret or feel bad about anything.

He spends an equal amount of time between your thighs and buried in your cunt. It was after spending another night with him, your tongue slid down his shaft following the vein on the side of his cock down to his balls, waking him by nibbling on the skin lightly with your teeth. So there was another time Javi raised his voice waking up with your ass and swollen pussy from the night before staring at him. He reached out, two fingers parting your folds to see your core twitching while your moans were muffled by your lips nipping at his foreskin. Pausing to raise your head, you looked up at Javi whose chest was heaving along with the soft swell of his belly.

“Buenos días mi amor (Good morning my love). Te estoy dando besos dulces (I’m giving you sweet kisses). I need to focus. Don’t touch me yet Javier.” You said plainly, watching him to ensure he took his hand back. “Put them behind your head.” Javier’s eyes dilated as he interlocked his fingers and placed his hands behind his head, watching as your mouth took in his cock swirling your tongue about the head before starting to swallow more, bobbing your head. Javi resisted the urge to thrust his hips, trying to keep still as possible. He needed to keep from cumming, to watch your thighs drip with slick arousal from taking him so deeply, your fingers grasping his thighs where your nails were digging into his skin. The sensation was too much for poor Javier.

“Quierda (sweetheart)!” Was the only thing he was able to say over and over, watching you drink his spend and it dripping from your mouth.

This was the moment Javier decided to ask you into his special room - private room. He’s never shown this room to anyone, just collecting pieces to use, many of them he couldn’t use by himself.

It was a beautiful dinner, you wore the red dress that Javier enjoyed on you, it was strapless with an asymmetrical split. Exposing much of your thigh and leg when you walked and sat, jiggling as Javier watched you walk across the room to the sealed door that had a keypad on it. He entered his code and opened the door. All manner of leather straps, flogs, bells, lined the wall, two harnesses hung from the ceiling. Your eyes were wide from shock.

“Mi vida (my life). I want more of you did the other night. Command me. Restrict me. Some pain is fine, so long as it is from you. This room has all the tools you will need for this.” It’s not something you’ve ever done, never really entertained the idea of it. But if it’s for Javier, your sweet, never asks your for anything except your time, boyfriend. You could at least try.

Now you’re on a circular bed in this sealed room with Javier Gutierrez, a red leather collar placed around his neck meant for breath play. You’ve told him not to touch himself and not to touch you either, even though you long for them to knead your rolls and folds like he always does, you’ll abstain for him if it brings him greater release. Standing above him naked, you just have him using his perfectly angled nose to tease your clit, but he cannot use his mouth, “Javi, mi bueno niño (my good boy). I’m going to take you in now. You listened so well.” A kiss to his forehead earns you a sigh from him, your palms run along his arms up to his shoulders, centering yourself over his dripping cock. Using him to soothe the ache inside you, your hips became flush with his. “Let’s sit together in your special room. Touch me but don’t move me or your hips.”

Javier’s hands kneaded your back and hips as his mouth, being careful not to move you as instructed. He had a request, he wanted you to do it for him, to him. The breath play worried you, is there a possibility you could hold it too long?

“Cariño (dear). Please, just one time.” Javier pleads with you. Explaining that you’d never done that before and you didn’t want to hurt him, he shook his head. “Mi amor, you could never hurt me. Just pull on my collar enough to make the bell jingle at the end while you sit a top of me, taking me so deeply.” As you warm his cock, you grip the red leather strap connected to the collar, wrapping it once around your hand you pull, cutting his air a bit as his cock twitches wildly inside of you. “Más por favor mi amor (More please my love). You hold my life in your hands. Milk me, have my air, use my cock to come.” Rolling your hips slowly, begins a new chapter with your leather teddy bear Javi.

The fic by @morallyinept is called Door Number Three that helped inspire this. One of her giflets. ❤️

Some peeps who may want to see Javi in red and working that nose 👃: @secretelephanttattoo @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @avastrasposts @pedroshotwifey @megamindsecretlair @alltheglitterandtheroar @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @yorksgirl @goodwithcheese @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @trulybetty @fhatbhabie @readingiskeepingmegoing @harriedandharassed @survivingandenduring @soft-girl-musings @heareball @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

[creedslove]

Bringing Pedro boys to meet your family for the first time. My heart is just melting thinking about those confirmed men being nervous and whispering to you in searching for some comfort and reassurance.

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, Dave York x f!reader

A/N: this is soooo cute I love it 💓❤️

Javier Peña: Javi would be nervous and praying that no one from your family has heard about his reputation or something like that. Of course once he's there, he's not gonna show it, throwing charming smiles here and there, he is able to make your mom giggle and even if he claims he is not good with kids, for some reason your little cousins are obsessed with him

Joel Miller: he's every girl's dream husband and every mother-in-law's dream son-in-law and yet he still manages to feel anxious? As if your family was crazy and wouldn't like him. Truth is: he is afraid of not being good enough, so he's worried you'd find someone better or your family thinking you could do better, but of course that would never happen because you love Joel more than anything in the world and your family knows that, and above all, they recognize how hard-working he is and how lucky you are for getting a man like himself. Also, he's very skilled at making barbecue and he also offers himself to help repairing a few things here and there. Oh, and the little kids from your family can see right through his grumpy face and beg him to bring Sarah over next time so they can play

Agent Whiskey: Jack used to be loved by his first wife's family, so meeting the parents, relatives etc wasn't much a big deal as he felt comfortable and at home with them, so he was very relaxed to meet your family too; he knows some people might like you and some might not and it's okay, no problems at all. When he gets there: driving the Bronco, cowboy boots, hats and aviators, everyone finds him kinda funny, but he is able to win them over as soon as he opens his mouth. He charms the ladies - in a respectful way, of course - impresses the gentleman with his polite and smart conversations and of course entertains the kids with his lasso tricks, he also brings your mom a bunch of fresh, sweet fruits he picked up from his own ranch and a bottle of the Statesman's finest for your dad

Javi Gutierrez: Javi G doesn't go to meet your family, he flies your family to meet him. He doesn't want to be pretentious he just wants to be nice and give your family some spoiling, because he knows they deserve it as much as you do. He would prepare the best accommodations for them, the best menus his employees could ever prepare and also yeah, he would rent an actual movie theater so you all could watch your favorite movies together

Dave York: sure, your boyfriend is an assassin and that might be a deal breaker for some people, so that's why you decide your family doesn't actually have to know that, instead, you just tell them your good, handsome government agent boyfriend is coming over on the weekend to meet them. Dave can be nervous, but he is definitely not showing it to you or anyone. He knows how to keep his shit together, so he will put on some good clothes, get his face smooth and well-shaven, and display one if his big and beautiful smiles and face the challenge. Your family likes Dave, he's very clever and nice and they are happy you found each other

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[unsuperingyournatural]

real

Javier Gutierrez x Actress!Female!Reader

dividers @saradika-graphics

The music is low and expensive, the lighting warm and dim—gold flickering off crystal glasses and sequined gowns. Voices rise in curated laughter, the air scented with perfume and power.

And yet, the room falls away when you see him.

Across the crowd, Javi stands near the bar, speaking to someone you don’t recognize. His posture is relaxed but composed, that quiet intensity always present. The navy suit he wears fits perfectly—classic, but just off-center enough to feel like him. No tie. Shirt open at the collar. Effortless.

As if he feels your gaze, he looks up—and sees you.

Your eyes meet.

And there it is.

That unmistakable pull. Like gravity has a sense of humor. Like the whole party has been rearranged just for this.

You smile, soft but real.

He smiles back, slower. Warmer. Like your name just passed through his mind and lingered on his tongue.

For a moment, neither of you move. The air between you hums. It’s not nerves—it’s anticipation.

Then, with quiet purpose, he excuses himself and starts toward you.

The crowd parts for him without realizing it. Or maybe that’s just how it feels to you, heart drumming hard beneath the delicate silk of your gown.

When he reaches you, he doesn’t speak right away. His eyes move over you—your dress, your face, the subtle shimmer on your collarbone. Not in appraisal. In awe.

“Dios mío,” he murmurs, low enough just for you. “You look…” His voice trails off, lips curling slightly. “There’s not a word strong enough.”

You let out a soft laugh, trying not to melt under his gaze. “You clean up well yourself.”

His hand finds the back of his neck, bashful. “I tried. But standing next to you, I fear I might fade into the wallpaper.”

You tilt your head, smiling up at him. “I think the wallpaper’s safe.”

The moment hangs. There’s something unspoken between you, and always has been—an undercurrent. But now it’s sharper. Closer to the surface.

He shifts a little closer. Not enough to touch. Just enough that you feel him.

“Are you going to the Vanity Fair party?” you ask, voice a little breathless despite yourself.

He considers you a moment—then takes a small step forward.

And now he’s close. Really close.

Your breath catches. The air between you tightens.

He leans in, his voice silk-wrapped steel. “Only if you would allow me the privilege… of having such a truly beautiful woman by my side.”

You swallow.

Hard.

His eyes are on yours. Not demanding. Just waiting. Hoping. And suddenly the party feels very far away again—just color and noise on the edges of something real.

You hold his gaze, heart thudding.

The world around you narrows—just him, just this. That quiet, electric pull that’s been building for months.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t pressure—just waits for you.

And then…

You step closer.

Just enough.

His breath hitches. Yours does too.

Whatever’s between you shifts, no longer held back.

The space closes. The noise fades.

And in that stillness, with only his eyes on you—

everything changes.

Golden sunlight spills across the sheets, warm and quiet. The soft hum of the city below drifts through the open window, mingling with the faint rustle of curtains and the steady rhythm of your breath.

You stir.

The bedsheets slide across bare skin as you shift, sore in the best way. Last night comes back in flashes—his hands, his mouth, the way he whispered your name like it meant something sacred.

Your hand reaches across the bed instinctively… but the space beside you is empty.

Then you see him.

Javi is seated at the edge of the bed, fully dressed except for his shoes. His shirt is soft blue, sleeves rolled to his elbows, collar unbuttoned just enough to hint at sleep-tousled intimacy. A mug of untouched coffee rests on the nightstand near his knee.

He’s not scrolling through his phone. He’s not distracted.

He’s just watching you.

His gaze is soft—so soft. Warm. Unblinking. And reverent in a way that makes your heart clench.

“How long have you been staring at me?” you murmur, voice still husky from sleep.

He doesn’t look away. Doesn’t even flinch. “Long enough to forget time exists.”

You blink at him, flushed already, even before you remember you’re still very much naked beneath the sheets.

“Well,” you say, stretching under the covers with a sleepy smile, “if I knew I was going to be watched like a Renaissance painting, I might’ve put on mascara.”

He tilts his head, gaze trailing across your face. “Don’t change a thing. You’re perfect like this.”

You roll onto your side, facing him more fully. “Are you always this romantic in the morning, or am I just lucky?”

“Very lucky,” he says solemnly. “I don’t wake up next to people. I don’t watch people. But with you…” His voice fades for a moment. “I didn’t want to miss it.”

That flutter in your chest turns into something deeper.

Then—because deflecting is easier than feeling too much too fast—you tease, “Are you regretting right now that Rita woke up in your bed and not Gilda?”

His brows knit adorably. “¿Perdón?”

You grin. “Rita Hayworth. She once said, ‘They go to bed with Gilda and wake up with me.’ Meaning the fantasy didn’t match the reality.”

Javi’s lips part like he’s about to speak, but instead, he stares at you for a beat. And then slowly, tenderly, he says:

“Anoche… I didn’t go to bed with an illusion. I went to bed with you. And I would again. A thousand times.”

Your breath catches.

“I couldn’t regret you if I tried,” he adds, voice low now. Honest and sure. “I’ve never known that kind of… fuego. Not just the heat. The way it felt with you—it was real. It was alive. Like something was burning just under my skin and I didn’t want to put it out.”

You bury your face in the pillow for a second. “Javi,” you groan, muffled.

He laughs softly, clearly delighted. “Are you blushing?”

“No.”

“Yes.” He leans forward, brushing a kiss to your temple. “I like that I can still make you blush. After everything we did.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

He smiles against your skin. “Only because it’s you.”

He smells like clean cotton and whatever cologne lingered from last night, all comfort and him.

“We should eat,” he says after a long, blissful silence.

“We should,” you agree, but make no move to get up. “But that means I have to move, and I’m kind of enjoying being worshipped like a sleepy forest goddess.”

He chuckles, low and fond. “Do forest goddesses like coffee?”

“They require it.”

“Then stay right here. I’ll offer a sacrifice to the room service gods.”

You grin, watching him rise from the bed and cross the room. He’s so composed, even barefoot, his shirt a little wrinkled now from where you clung to it earlier. There’s something almost sacred about watching him like this—still glowing in the afterlight of what happened between you.

He picks up the hotel phone and murmurs something in Spanish—so smooth and polite it makes you want to kiss him again just for sounding like that. You sigh dreamily and fall back onto the pillows.

When he hangs up, he walks back over, slipping off his watch and setting it on the nightstand.

“Food’s coming up,” he says. “But we have exactly fifteen minutes for me to try and make you blush again.”

You groan, dragging the sheets over your head. “You’re impossible.”

He sits on the edge of the bed again, peels the sheet back just enough to see your face.

“But I make you smile.”

You peek up at him. “Yeah. You really do.”

Room service arrives with quiet efficiency. Javi tips generously, exchanging warm Spanish pleasantries with the staff that make you smile from where you’re curled on the sofa in one of his button-downs.

When he closes the door, he turns back to you with a flourish.

“Desayuno real,” he declares. “Fit for a goddess.”

You raise a brow. “Do goddesses eat French toast?”

“Divine ones do.”

He uncovers the trays dramatically: golden toast, fruit, café con leche. He hands you your mug like it’s a treasure. “Still a goddess?”

“I’ve ascended,” you say, sipping with a satisfied sigh. “You may continue to worship me accordingly.”

He grins. “Don’t tempt me.”

You eat together in companionable silence, toes brushing beneath the blanket draped across your laps. At one point, he lifts a strawberry to your lips, and you bite it without breaking eye contact.

He looks stunned.

“I’m in so much trouble,” he murmurs.

You pull your dress from the night before over your head, smoothing the fabric. He watches you from the bed, propped on one elbow, still barefoot, completely enchanted.

There’s something quieter in his gaze now. Not melancholy—just reluctant to let the moment go.

You grab your heels. “Press in twenty minutes. If I’m late, my publicist will call the Pentagon.”

He nods, but doesn’t hide the shift in his eyes. “Will I see you tonight?”

You glance at him, already halfway to the door. “Do you want to?”

“More than I want to breathe,” he says without hesitation.

That stops you cold.

You walk back over, slow, and lean down, hand on his chest, your lips brushing his.

“I’ll come back,” you whisper.

He lifts a hand, tucking your hair gently behind your ear.

“I don’t want this to be a headline or a secret,” he says. “I want it to be real.”

“It already is,” you murmur.

You kiss him again—slower this time. He hums softly into your mouth, reluctant to let go.

At the door, you turn one last time.

“Don’t wait up.”

“I always will,” he says.

And when you walk out into the sunlit hallway, you carry his words like a second skin.

Dios mío - My God

¿Perdón? - Excuse me?

Anoche - Last night

fuego - fire

Desayuno - breakfast

[redahlia-writes]

it's all happening. | javi gutierrez

Abstract: “You know, if you get bored of the industry, you’d make a great motivational speaker,” you hummed, and he chuckled, bowing his head a little.

“Oddly enough, not the first time I’ve been told that,” he admitted, shifting back–you missed the weight of his hand right away, curling your fingers over your lap as you hunched forward ever so slightly. “But before I get bored, I’d like to work with you.”

Words: 2.9K

Content: f!reader (actress); unedited, general anxiety, insecurities, meet cute (question mark), javi being comforting, cursing

A/N: this came to me in a dream. i did write it on a sort of rush and also with a fever/flu thing going on, so be merciful, i don't know how coherent it can be

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The door creaked when you opened it, making you flinch your eyes shut as you slid inside.

“Careful,” a deep voice called from inside the barely-lit room, and you jumped around, eyes opening wide as you let the door accidentally slam behind you. “Your dress.”

“Shit–sorry, didn’t think anybody would be in here,” you whispered breathlessly, one hand coming up to rest above your hammering heart. You looked down then, the hem of your dress caught inside the door. A lovely dress, really, with rich, soft fabrics you only dreamt of when you were a kid–at the moment, though, it only felt like a hindrance. “Oh, for Christ’s sake,” you muttered to yourself, with a roll of your eyes.

“Need a hand?” the voice came again, a shuffle of shoes against the floor as the person stepped forward. You looked up then, and in the low lights coming from the setting sun outside the window you managed to make out a head of carefully styled curls, a jacketless suit, a loose tie–up a little more, a concerned, gentle expression.

“That’s alright, I’ll–I can find another room,” you said quickly, turning the handle–the door creaked again, the tension on the skirt of your dress being released once it was freed from its clutch. “Sorry to bother you.”

“It was no bother, really–you can stay,” he said, a little sheepish. “Better not to risk running into whoever it is you’re hiding from,” he offered, a grin in his words that made you chuckle and, albeit after a moment of hesitation, close the door again–this time, you pulled the dress inside with you, fabric rustling under your touch.

“I’m not hiding from anyone, I was just–” with a sigh, you stepped deeper in the room, kicking off your shoes at the third too-loud noise of the heel. “I needed a break from the crowd. Everybody is so–”

“Drunk?” he offered at your thinking pause, making you chuckle softly.

“I was gonna say loud–guess the two go hand in hand,” after another moment of pondering, gaze shifting over each seat of the room, you opted to sink on the floor instead, dress pooling around you. You used to dream of times like this.

“Is that all?” he wondered, gentle-voiced, lowering himself by your side. You arched your eyebrows and looked up at him mid-sitting, and he froze. “Sorry, it’s just–you don’t seem to be so thrilled to be nominated for such a big prize, and on your debut nonetheless,” his posture stiffened slightly more at his words, and he shifted to his knees with a worried expression. “Not a creep, I swear, I’m–”

“I know who you are, Mr. Gutierrez,” you said with a soft smile, and accepted his extended hand. It was warm, engulfing yours almost completely as he shook it, shoulders relaxing–though his expression shifted, a half-grimace as he sat down fully.

“I’ll never get used to that–call me Javier, please,” he held your hand–or you held his, you weren’t really sure, its warmth oddly soothing–a heartbeat longer, then pulled back. “Javi, actually, even better,” your smile widened, both hands curling against your chest.

“Alright then, Javi,” he shot you a bashful grin, resting his back against the wall.

His attentive gaze made your dress suddenly feel less constricting, and you eased back as well, letting your hands fall to the ground to support yourself. It felt like a paradox–dressed in such a beautiful gown, but sitting on the floor like a child. Perhaps there were certain things one never grew out of.

“So, is something wrong?” he asked carefully, still gentle, and you let your eyes flutter shut, head tipped back.

“I guess I’m just nervous,” you hummed, and let yourself lean back more and more until you were lying down on the floor–your stylist wouldn’t be happy seeing you like this, but you trusted your ability to fix everything that needed fixing before getting out again. You groaned softly. “First time–always hated first times.”

“Anybody’s nervous at their first nomination,” tilting your head slightly, you watched as Javi shrugged, one leg bent to prop up his arm. “Actually, every nomination is nerve wracking. You get used to it,” you chuckled, the sound coming from that part of you that still could not believe all this was happening. And then you sighed.

“It’s not the nomination itself–I mean, that too, it’s–” you covered your eyes with one hand, face scrunching up in a grimace. “Frist time. First nomination. What about afterwards?” you groaned softly again, dropping your hands to your sides and staring up at the ceiling–you could feel Javi’s gaze on you, and at the corner of your eye you could see his head slightly tilted. “Sounds so stupid said out loud.”

“It doesn’t,” he reassured, his hand tapping gently the back of yours closest to him. “What about afterwards?” he echoed then, shifting as if to get closer.

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” you admitted in a lower voice, before taking a deep breath. “But if it does happen–that’s what everybody will expect of me from now on, is it not? Outstanding performances, grand films, this debut over and over again, and–what if it was a one time thing? What if I’ll never reach this level again? I’ll just disappoint people. The industry. Whatever,” you exhaled, a hand rising up to your stomach, where the knot had tightened with each word and it had made your body tense up again. “God, you must think me so dumb for complaining about this–I feel dumb for complaining about it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, and–”

“Just because it’s something you wanted, doesn’t mean it can’t be scary,” he brushed across the knuckles of the hand you still had at your side, then chuckled softly. “I had a gun pointed at me, and waiting for the winner after my first nomination still scared the shit out of me,” at that, you pulled your head up almost too quickly. He cleared his throat, shaking his head dismissively. “Another story, it’s–which role did you audition for, initially?” you frowned again, and he tapped one of your fingernails. “Humor me.”

“Side character–the one that gets killed off halfway through the movie,” he grinned, expression somewhat softening.

“And then?” he tapped again, this time a little higher, right above one of your rings.

“I got a call back,” you shrugged. “They had me read for her again, and then needed a stand-in for the main character during somebody else’s audition, and I was there.”

“And then they picked you,” the last tap was against the back of your hand as he leaned forward, and with a sigh you let your head drop back. “You didn’t have enough faith in yourself to try for the main right away, but they saw right through you.”

“It was just luck,” you murmured, fingers drumming across your stomach.

“Was it, though?” you saw him shift slightly on his spot, sitting now cross-legged, his knee resting against the fold of your dress. “I think casting saw it as fate, rather. And talent.”

“I get your logic, but I can’t help wondering if this’ll be a one-off,” there was a pause at your admission, and then Javi’s hand slid underneath yours, holding it with gentleness.

“I don’t think it will–there’s something here, something great,” you found yourself sitting up with the help of his hold, a newfound fierceness in his gaze that shimmered ridiculously in the low lights. “Nick thinks it, too.”

“Nick?” you frown, and then realization dawns on you, sending a shudder down to the pit of your stomach. “As in, the Nicolas Cage?”

“Yes,” he said it as if it were the most obvious thing, with a little shrug of his shoulders. “Actually, it was him who told me to watch your film. Said he saw that something.”

“Fuck me,” you hissed, eyes widening. “Sorry, just–oh, God,” the hand he wasn’t holding rose to your chest, averting your gaze as you took a slow breath in–Javi squeezed your hand then, a centering force that made you exhale. “It’s all happening.”

“It’s all happening,” he repeated, and then, looking at each other, you both said:

“Almost Famous,” followed by soft laughter, your body leaning forward until you rested your forehead on his shoulder–and prayed none of the make-up would transfer on his white shirt.

“Don’t let it get to you–the expectations, or whatever it is you think you must do to appease others,” another squeeze and you straightened your back, meeting his gaze. “There’ll be really really bad movies and then really really good ones, it’s just how it goes, but you gotta keep going, you have–”

“Something?” you smiled then, tilting your head slightly. He smiled, bashful all over again.

“Talent–a gift, and you know how to use it,” his nod was as reassuring as the pressure of his hand, and you had the fleeting thought of asking him to stay at your side for the rest of the night if it helped keep your nerves in check.

“You know, if you get bored of the industry, you’d make a great motivational speaker,” you hummed, and he chuckled, bowing his head a little.

“Oddly enough, not the first time I’ve been told that,” he admitted, shifting back–you missed the weight of his hand right away, curling your fingers over your lap as you hunched forward ever so slightly. “But before I get bored, I’d like to work with you.”

For a moment, you had to wonder if it was a joke–because despite the ease of your conversation, of his mere presence, he was the guy who could call Nicolas Cage just Nick, such a known face and name that, in any other circumstance, would’ve had your gaze lowered in awe. But then again you were both sitting on the floor, his tie was askew and he held your hand before panic could truly get the best of you–so why would he?

“Thank you,” you murmured, and his smile turned wide and bright. Tentatively, you reached over for his tie, fixing it with a careful touch. “Has my crisis stopped you from going anywhere?”

“Oh, no,” he chuckled, tilting his chin slightly up to make your job easier. “I’m hiding from the press until the ceremony starts–I’m avoiding questions about my ex.”

“I’m really not looking forward to that,” you hummed, tightening the knot before fixing his collar, too. “Questions about your personal life sound like hell.”

“See? You’re already thinking like a big star,” he grinned, making you scoff. “You get over it–or you run away. But not tonight.”

“No, not tonight,” you nodded, before inhaling deeply. “Alright, I better go then.”

“Very well–the extra loud cheering you might hear will be mine,” he said, almost beaming. You scoffed again at him, dismissively, and pulled yourself up. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you reached for the closest lamp–tall and intricately adorned–turning the light on to make sure you could fix your dress properly. It wasn’t wrinkled, a quick brush front and back ridding it of the few specks of dust clinging to the fabric.

Javi was looking up at you, dark eyes wide and soft, his hair still tousled and his lips slightly parted as he leaned back against the wall. It wasn’t odd anymore, feeling somebody’s gaze on you–but warmth still spread from your chest to your limbs under his gaze, an hesitation in your step as you went to recover your shoes, too.

“Could I get your number?” you staggered a little and caught yourself, clearing your throat as you looked away, then back, then away again.

“For work, or is there another reason, Javi?” you tried, voice a little lower–shy, almost, but not quite.

“Little bit of both?” he admitted, that sheepish smile returning to his face. “Depends on how tonight goes, I’d say,” he added, and laughter caught you by surprise, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. “You said no jinxing,” he seemed to be justifying himself, though his smile betrayed him. Boyish, almost.

And, truthfully, you wouldn’t have minded either of the options.

“Give me your phone,” you stepped back towards him, hand extended–he was quick to fish into his pocket, recovering his on-mute phone and handing it to you. “Is this Mallorca?”

“I have a place there,” after a moment, he stood too, a few steps from you as you typed in the number. “I haven’t been in a while, actually.”

“Then if it happens,” you offered his phone back, tipping your chin up just a little, “perhaps you could do that to show me around. I’ve always wanted to go.”

Javi decided he liked you more with confidence straightening your back.

“Deal.”

A few hours later, he watched you walk across the stage once your name was called, smiling wide and breathing quickly, but your head held high–he was too far back for you to see him from there, but he smiled back, cheering so loudly the table next to him turned with surprised expressions. You hadn’t prepared a speech, which he could’ve guessed, and with shaky hands you held the statuette in one hand, the microphone in the other, a list of thankings falling from your lips.

“And lastly, I want to thank the person who held my hand tonight in a dark room while I was spiraling,” though he was sure you couldn’t see him, you still were turned in his direction–and he smiled, while a few chuckles rippled through the crowd. “I guess you do owe me a trip now. And a story,” voices drowned out by his focus fully on you–your gaze lowering to the prize, the wide smile pulling at your lips. “I just can’t quite believe it yet–it’s all happening.”

[carusolikey]

Paddington 3: Lost in Mallorca, Part 3/5

Pairing: Javier Gutierrez x afab!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit / NSFW 18+ (No Minors)

Summary: A sexy day in the life of Javi, his afab female partner, and their adorable little puppy. The fantasy is the reality - what would it be like to be Javi's one and only, to laugh and play, and get down with your bad selves (wink, wink - nudge, nudge)? You two feed into your love of movies, tv, and popular culture, as well as your ooky, kooky, spooky sides! This is fluffy and smutty, best of both worlds.

Warnings: A bit of rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration, oral [m + f receiving]), food play, 18+ only content, able bodied fem afab reader, alcohol consumption, pet names, fem can be carried, consensual "bondage", some use of y/n - but not in all, though consensuality is implied and intended through actions and reactions, no protection used / committed relationship

Additional Warning: Author has a weird sense of humor.

Word Count: 12,500 + (Sorry?)

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“There’s Orion’s belt - I always think that it’s a bow and arrow that he’s holding, but I read that it’s supposed to be a shield in front of him, and that he’s holding a club raised behind him. It’s certainly more gladiatorial, but if I had to choose a weapon, I’d definitely be inclined to be a stealthy archer!” I ruminated aloud.

“No, no,” Javi started, “That’s Las Tres Marías, The Three Mary’s - Mary the Mother, Mary Magdalene, and Mary Salome, who are all said to have visited the tomb on resurrection day.”

“Oh! Really? I could see that.” I felt him nodding behind me. “Well, the upside down ‘W’ over there - that’s Cassiopeia, in her upside down throne in the stars. And I have that very same constellation in freckles on my arm, right here.” 

I held up my left arm to show him, and he traced the ‘W’ over the few inches it took on my forearm, then gently guided it up to his mouth and gave me sweet little kisses down my arm to the palm of my hand.  

Taking a slow breath, enjoying the gentle kisses, I asked, “Is there another name for that one, too?”

“No, I don’t think so. But that one over there is La Osa Mayor - the bigger female bear, literally, but ‘The Great Bear’,” he pointed towards Polaris, the North Star.

“Hmm. The Big Dipper. Interesting,” I mused, taking a moment to think, “Do you remember that episode of Reservation Dogs, when Bear was on his spirit quest, and met with Maximus?” Javi hummed, “uhhh,” so I continued, “Maximus was obsessed with the Star People, and took Bear to observe the sky for potential UFO sightings. He told Bear that, in ‘order to observe the universe you have to look to the past.’ That ‘we’re all just echoes of things that came before.’ Should I go on about their discussion about The Big Dipper and the Star People, or do you remember any of that?”

His eyes were on me, crinkling as he grinned, fully engaged and attentive, “No, no, go on - I kind of remember, but I like listening to your reenactment.”

I could feel my cheeks getting warm under his gaze, as well as my dopamine spike with that compliment. But, the show must go on, so I bit my lower, not my upper lip - I don’t do that anymore, we all know that’s uncomfortable and looks weird - and continued.

“Okay, so when Bear pointed out The Big Dipper, Maximus told him that ‘what white people call The Big Dipper is actually a boat that helps them on their journey.’ And ‘the Milky Way is a passageway to the source of everything.’ We’re all just energy. And when Bear asked why the Star People created people, Maximus told him that they did it ‘to prove the point that we can still love through everything, and we should be proud of that.’ After that Bear asks how the Star People could possibly know, and Maximus tells him that ‘they just feel it. Love can just be’.”

I sighed. “It’s such a beautiful sentiment. That show deserved all of the awards.”

“All of the awards?” Javi queried.

“Yes! All of them. It was perfect. The actors, the story, perfectly paced, well balanced - just so full of heart.”

Chuckling, Javi began, “It was a very good show. You’re right, there was a LOT of heart.”

“Exactly.”

“You cried a lot. Sometimes at kind of weird times.”

“Not at weird times. Normal times, Javi. Human - normal feelings times.”

“Well…” he teased.

“There were some powerful emotions to work through - and I know which episodes got you misty, too, Señor Gutierrez, ” pouting, but not really, I crossed my arms.

His chest rumbled, and Javi let out a laugh that could warm you up on a cold day. He held his hand out to me and spoke softly, “Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí, a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.” (“How you must have suffered getting used to me, to my lonely, savage soul, my name that sends them all running.”)

My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped slightly - I recognized this.

He continued, letting the words drip off his tongue, “Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes.” (“So many times have we seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the twilights untwist into spinning fans.”)

Lifting his hand, he brushed my hair behind my ear, then used his index finger and middle finger to tenderly play with some curls starting along my forehead. “Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote.” (“My words rained over you, caressing you.”)

It dawned on me, that he was quoting a poem I recognized –

“Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado. Hasta te creo dueña del universo.”

(“I have long loved your sunny mother-of-pearl body. I even believe that you are the owner of the Universe.”)

This is Pablo Neruda.

“Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues, avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos.” Javi gave me a kiss on the neck, and another, and I sighed. (“From the mountains I will bring you joyful flowers, copihues, dark hazelnuts, and wild baskets of kisses.”)

Baskets of kisses, of course. Pablo Neruda, Veinte Poemas de Amor y Una Canción Desesperada - the book of poetry Javi got me, so I could practice translating. I didn’t remember which number this poem was, but I tried to remember the name, “Every Day” - something.

“Quiero hacer contigo,” this was driving me bananas trying to figure out, and feeling Javi getting closer to me, and feeling his burgeoning discourse in other not so subtle ways, I was loath not to have this figured out. (“I want to do with you…”)

Every Day You Play! Yes! Yes! I remembered! This was bookmarked on my bed stand, and I’m pretty sure that while translating it I had written “Hot!” with two underlines beneath it. Not only that, but my brain had a moment - a moment, upon realizing this, where I couldn’t decide if I was okay with the fact that Javi had memorized part of this sexy little poem for me, that was in my book, on my side of the bed. Was this a breach of privacy? Am I overreacting? Is he too much? No, wait - he was helping me translate it. Never mind. Everything is good. Everything is all good. 

“...lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos,” finishing the last line of the poem, Javi leaned in closer and I melted. (“....what spring does with the cherry trees.”) 

Hearing it in Spanish, hearing it the way Javi recited it - low, almost a whisper in parts, smooth, but with a slight edge, rising and falling in time with the rhythm of the poem, like waves against the beach. As the soft, low lights pulsed around us, the stars and the moon gave us a glow from above and the lapping waves below, and a warm blanket of humidity streamed around us in a calming current.

My heart, beating out of my chest, could not be contained - I looked him straight in the eyes, put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine, immediately kissing him. He put his hands on my waist and jerked my hips right up against his, pressing his hard cock against the front of my pubic bone. Releasing a sigh at the mere pleasure of being smashed skin to skin against him, he took the opportunity to start kissing down my neck, all along my favorite spot, and I felt the electricity all the way down. His hands explored my body, grabbing a little more roughly when I reached into his hair with my nails, and pulled him closer so that I could nibble his ear. 

Javi groaned, but did not back away from my love bites - instead, he let his hand wander down my body, his middle finger circling outside of its favorite vacation destination: my vagina, in case I needed to be clear. This is not a timeshare property, and it is not available for AirBNB, because it is currently under contract. Oh my god. I accidentally bit the side of my cheek and yelped, as Javi gave me what can only be described as “the flickening”. I shook my head, and reached into the water to start using my hands on his dick. Javi’s eyes widened, as he watched my breasts delicately jostle together just above the water line, and his mouth opened as I mimicked a motion to make him feel like he was entering a never ending pussy.

“I… I need, ah. I need to, ah, to - ah. I need to, to touch your breasts,” he struggled to get the words out as he slowly raised his hands, making squeezing motions, and looking a little bit like he was imitating a grizzly bear.

Bursting out laughing, I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and Javi quietly said, “Oh noooooo,” but I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to have at it. He was immediately happy again, as he kneaded my breasts with both hands and put his face between them. Because sometimes, grown men revert to a child-like wonder when it comes to women’s bodies, in a really nice, consensual way.

After a few minutes of having my body worshiped, my breasts massaged and nipples reverently tongue-lashed, Javi kissed both, placed his hands on my shoulders while giving me a kiss on the forehead, and spun me around gracefully - making sure to hold onto my waist so that I didn’t slip in the water. A little shocked from the sudden turbulence, I lurched forward and steadied myself with both hands on the side of the pool.          

“Ah, that’s perfect, cara mia! Stay just like that.”

Feeling Javi’s hand still on my waist, I turned around to give him a questioning look, “Mon cher?” 

He looked back at me, eyes sparkling, mouth turned up at the corner in a half grin, and gave me a wink. Using his penis, he started rubbing from my clit to my vagina, very gently, back and forth - I turned to face forward, because I realized I was starting to hyperventilate a little. Always remember to breathe from your diaphragm when you’re having sex, am I right? (Yes. I’m right.)

I prepared myself for that big dick energy, for that perfect, beautiful, hard cock - kinda wishing that I could see Javi’s face, but it’s fine, I knew that he would take good care of me. Just then I felt him reach up and grab my hand, I turned just my head, and saw him go from biting his lip to looking absolutely delighted, as I gave him a taste of his own medicine with my own sassy wink. 

While gazing into my eyes, he pushed into me and I let out a pleased moan, “Oh, ah, fuck!” 

Encouraged, Javi kept pushing, slow, strong, steady with intent. My moans became steadier, too, and he started to go just a little bit faster, a little bit harder. “Is this what you want, querida? Do you want me to make you cum?” 

His dick was so hard, and he just kept pumping into me from behind, unshakeable in his ethic. I nodded while groaning into a particularly pleasurable thrust that felt like it was somehow hitting my clit from the inside.

“As you wish,” and he jerked me upright, thrusting one of his hands onto my lower abdomen, while his other arm wrapped underneath one breast and grabbed the other, kissing the back of my neck. The hand he’d placed on my lower abdomen splayed as it slowly made its way down - he continued aggressively driving up into me, his middle finger unlocking the rapidly escalating twinges and contractions at the heart of my devil’s doorbell, that threatened to send us both into our la petite mort, our süsser tod, our la pequeña muerte!

Like Dr. Frankenstein, throwing the switch and declaring, “It’s alive! It’s alive!” A thousand little lightning bolts emanated from my clit, my vagina, rippled through my body, and I heard Javi give a long satisfied sigh, feeling the familiar throb of his dick, ejaculating inside of me as my grip on him continued undulating. As the waves came to a gradual, very slow stop, I leaned back against Javi and turned my face to meet his. Leaning down, he gave me a few forehead kisses, then a nice, deep kiss on the lips. I sighed happily, and then he made an exaggerated happy sigh mocking me. 

“Hey! Are you making fun of me for being happy?” 

I pushed forward a bit and sunk lower into the water, placing my crossed arms on the edge of the pool and laying my chin on top, like a sad puppy.

Javi giggled, following me to the pool’s edge and standing right behind me. 

He started to rub my shoulders and back, “Never, ever, ever. But I love the sound you make when you’re happy, satisfied - content. And I especially love when I’m the one who causes you to make that sound. If I could, I’d make it my ringtone. And I’d make you cumming my wake-up alarm.”

“What?! You are so wild! Can you imagine that going off during one of your meetings?” I laughed while enjoying my massage.

With a deep breath, Javi said, “Mmmm, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I can. I think I’d be a lot more productive. I think it would definitely help get me out of the office sooner. Probably have a lot more half days at work.”       

I shook my head and chuckled at the absurdity, “I’m not letting you record me during sex for a ringtone.”

Javi tilted his head, with a playfully curious look on his face, “But you’re saying this is something that would be an option for other - reasons?”

“How about, and I’m going to use office speak - let’s table this discussion for the time being. Let’s stick a pin in it, ‘kay?” 

My face, provided a pretty definitive, ‘hot pass, buddy’ look of closure on the subject.

Throwing his head back, Javi laughed like one of those two old guy Muppets who hang out in a balcony together and heckle the other Muppets. Of course, I couldn’t resist laughing at him - laughing at me. He squeezed my shoulders, then took his finger and traced the outline of the small flying bird tattoo I have on my right shoulder.

“Ah, mi hermosa paloma -" (my beautiful dove)

“Pies, para qué los quiero, si tengo alas para volar?” I raised my head and lifted my arms, giving Javi a rebellious look. (“Feet, what do I need them for, when I have wings to fly?” - Frida Kahlo)

“Sí, muy bueno - but where do you want to fly?”

“To your shoulder, I’ll perch there like a parrot. But we’ll have to get you an eyepatch, a cool jacket, a fancy hat with a feather in it, maybe? Or if you don’t want to be a gentleman pirate, go full black leather - like Taika Waititi in Our Flag Means Death. Honestly - I’d be into it either way,” begging a little, “Let’s please not stick a pin in this idea because I love it.”

Laughing, Javi gave a thoughtful response, “Okay. Yes, I can go along with this. I like the idea of being a pirate. Plundering and pillaging booty,” as he said this, he started to reach down towards my pussy.

I gasped, modestly covering my breasts with my arms and taking a step back, “Not mi tesoro!” (“Not my treasure!”)

We both laughed and Javi leaned over, kissing me on the cheek and taking my hand in his.

“When you were talking about Reservation Dogs and the constellations, it got me thinking. The stars are always the same, but they’re interpreted many ways by different cultures. They don’t even consistently have the same names, except in the world of science, astronomy.”

“I think it’s fascinating - this is the type of knowledge that I wish I could just take a bite of and eat because it’s so delicious,” I enthusiastically responded.

“Okay, yeah!” He chuckled at my out-there analogy, “Well, there’s another set of constellations,” I looked at him quizzically, “but they’re art-based. There’s an artist by the name of Joan Miró who painted a series of works called ‘The Constellations’ during WWII, just months after the Spanish Civil War, while Miró was exiled in France - the whole timeline is just this mess, of him starting them, and then having to complete the works after retreating back to fascism in Spain when the Nazis invaded France. BUT at the same time, despite everything that was happening -  these two wars, his own brother-in-law being shot by a firing squad by the militias in Spain - his works are joyous, full of this surrealist expression of love, wonder, nature, and the beauty of life,” Javi was exuberant in his description, and it was impossible not to be moved.

“Please, tell me - we can see them? The paintings are somewhere close?” officially, I was excited.

Javi hemmed a bit, “Ah, well. Yes and no. The Fundació Joan Miró is in Barcelona.”

“Ohhhhkay. So this will need to be a weekend trip.”

“No. No, no. I want to take you tomorrow. The ferry is too long, we don’t need to be on a boat for 8 hours that’s - too long. We can just have a fabulous day trip. I’ll set up the helicopter. Zip, zip. Easy.”

Giving him a look, I started, “Javi, is that really the greenest way to travel?”

“I know, I know - you like to walk everywhere, ride bikes, rideshare. Would it help if I said the helicopter was solar powered?”

Letting out a disbelieving guffaw, I replied, “No, I don’t think so - I think that makes it worse. You know that I love the ocean - from a distance. That’s how you respect it. All of my greatest fears are ocean based. I have a very bad feeling about the durability of a vehicle in flight being simultaneously solar power based.”

“Okay, it’s not solar powered, so I’m glad that I technically did not say it was solar powered.”

“I’m sorry - I’m stuck on this solar powered helicopter crashing into the ocean, because it got cloudy,” with one hand nervously rubbing my forehead, I went on, “Giant Squid - ginormous eyes, the size of dinner plates. Beaks for MOUTHS. BEAKS.”

“I promise no panels.”

“Parasites and ocean based brain eating bacteria.”

“Uh, is that a thing?”

“You bet your bottom dollar.” I pointed at him. “THE ABYSS.”

“We’re definitely not going there.”

“Gary Busey.”

“Are you just naming things that pop into your head, now?” he squinted his eyes, and attempted to frown, but I could see - he was cracking a smile.

“If you have to google it to check, then I think that makes it even more of a viable threat.” 

I looked at him, he looked at me, we looked at his phone on the towel at the side of the pool. 

“Are you gonna google it?” I raised my eyebrow and smirked.

He looked back at me, and doubled down, “No. Not at all. But - we’ll take the non-solar powered helicopter tomorrow, that way you’re only over the ocean for 2 hours total. Otherwise, with the ferry - that’s 16 hours of potentially sinking into the abyss and into the loving arms of Gary Busey,” he shrugged and gave me a knowing look.

“Oh my god!” I pretended to be exasperated, but then smiled, “Okay. Yeah, that sounds really nice, actually. I’ll set up a dog sitter. But, Javi…”

Cautiously, he crossed his arms, “But, Javi what?”

“Can we get out of the pool now? I’m famished. Pretty sure you worked up a pretty good appetite, too.”

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[egcdeath]

hiiii i’m writing more drabbles so send me a pedro pascal character and a prompt and i’ll write you something!

[nerdieforpedro]

I love how sweet this is 😭😭😭 ❤️❤️❤️ Just so cute. Javier is a bit clueless but it can be easily forgiven based on….important factors. 👀 Like support the start or a new business and getting up under dresses. 👗

A Gift of Light and Joy

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader "Conejita" (Plus Sized Reader)

Summary: Javi wants to spoil you, but his good intentions put you in a difficult position.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), cumming on someone, minor cum play, negative body image, toxic shopping culture, some angst, Javi is clueless about women's clothes shopping but he makes up for it.

Notes: Happiest of happy birthdays to my darling, my sweet friend, the indescribable @ezrasbirdie! I was planning to post this around November but I couldn't pass up a chance to give you a fun little Javi present. I am so lucky to know you and get to yell about stories together!

While in the two previous stories Conejita wasn't described as plus sized, I always headcanoned that she was from the start. There are a couple references to the previous stories, but you can also dive in right here! Like most stories this is me working through a few bad experiences of my own, and while Javi may be a little thick in the beginning he will get to make up for it.

Cross-posted on AO3

Continued from On the Right Flight and A Bearable Weight

“I have a surprise for today.”

Javi’s gleeful face ramps up your own excitement as he ushers you into his car. 

“I thought we were going to have a picnic?” you ask as he flops into the drivers seat, curls bouncing almost as much as he is.

“That was my distraction,” he says, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. Your heart still flutters, even months after that first one at the stroke of midnight. 

Dating Javi had, of course, been just as much of a step off the deep end as you thought. Even being close by now that you’re back in LA for work and he’s hobnobbing with the Hollywood elites, some days getting dinner feels like making a doctor’s appointment. Matching schedules down to the half hour, groaning when something comes up. But it’s all worth it when the stars align and he’s on your doorstep with all-encompassing hugs and breathless kisses. 

At first Javi’s dates were low-key and low-stress - a day at the beach, movie nights of course - but as you got closer and closer he started to take you places that had dress codes and extravagant names. He always beamed like you were the only one in the room, but you’d been in enough spaces you didn’t belong to feel eyes and judgements skitter across your back. 

You could be poised, and knowledgeable, conversational and charming, but nothing changed how you looked. Javi was always dripping in Armani, Burberry, Brioni. Your paltry wardrobe didn’t stand a chance. Every new art show or movie premiere sent you running to a department store to find a new dress (pretty girls on their rich boyfriend’s arm didn’t reuse eveningwear) and inevitably you’d be pinched or poked or squeezed into something not made for you. Long minutes spent in the bathroom wondering if Javi would notice the bra strap divot in your shoulder, or the dark lines of seams pressed along your skin. Pretending you enjoyed slipping into a silk robe every time you spent the night was more palatable than the embarrassment of wriggling out of shapewear in front of him, or refusing to let him undress you in case a zipper pulled too tightly. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t hide your discomfort as well as you imagined. Sometimes you caught Javi’s concerned look when the built-in corset made you squirm in your seat, or when you winced at the chafe of your heels. 

So when he parks his car on Rodeo Drive he’s the picture of pride and sunshine. You, on the other hand, leave your stomach on the sidewalk behind you.

“I wanted to do something special,” he’s saying, muffled words bubbling up as your feet trudge to a gleaming glass door. There’s security inside, sales people scattered around holding hangers up to discerning buyers. “And before you say anything about money, I don’t want you to look at a single price tag.” Javi turns your face to him with a gentle nudge, breaking your doom stare through the glass. “I want to spoil you a little. You never let me spoil you.” His pout brings a little smile to your face, dipping in to kiss him. 

“We can do anything Javi. I don’t need things,” you try to deflect, hoping you can convince him away from the inevitable rejection you’ll receive inside. 

“Just one time?” he asks again, soft brown eyes imploring you. How could you say no? 

“Okay,” you breathe out, steeling yourself for the worst as Javi beams back at you.

“I thought this place would match what you like,” he says as two suited doormen guide you inside. It flutters your heart. He’s right, you’ve always liked this designer’s silhouettes and styles. It’s exactly what you’d choose…if you were several sizes smaller.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” a small-framed woman with black plastic glasses and a bouncy ponytail asks. She’s dressed head to toe in the designer’s current collection, sleek black throughout with stylish red earrings that dangle down her neck. Her smile isn’t as cold as you might expect. You’d heard horror stories of snide sales people practically insulting clients to get them to spend more. 

“Yes, Gutierrez,” Javi offers smoothly, placing a grounding hand on your lower back. “For my girlfriend.” You shoot him a lopsided smile. He doesn’t get the chance to say it often, but when he does you love the way girlfriend rolls off his supple lips.

“Ah, yes, miss…” the sales woman begins, letting you offer your name. You catch a fleeting look of concern cross her face. Her cheek sucks in like she’s chewing on it, smile still bright but eyes more cautious.

“My name is Melanie, if you’d like to follow me to your consultation space,” she says, leading you and Javi to a curtained-off partition with several chairs, a changing room and a pedestal that makes your stomach flip. 

“So what are you here to find today?” Melanie asks. Javi settles in a chair, spreading his knees and leaning back so sexily you can almost forgive him for the anxiety pumping through your veins. 

“Whatever my Conejita desires,” he says, and you’re torn between smacking or straddling him. Melanie turns her attention to you and you wrack your brain.

“I guess…a dress would be nice?” you say. Javi reaches out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, adoration so clear in his eyes. He truly has no idea it’s the most likely to have ease in the sizing. You might make it out with one and blame it on not wanting to overspend. Javi would get his wish, and you would make it out with most of your ego unscathed. Win-win.

Melanie leads you out of the space and into the clothing racks. The choices are sparse, a few items hung per rack in an exclusivity motif. As soon as you’re out of earshot she starts chatting.

“Your boyfriend is very sweet to be treating you today.”

You hum and nod, chewing the inside of your lip. Some of the pieces are very pretty, flattering cuts and classic shapes, but none of the silhouettes look large enough for you. 

“Does he…do this often?” Melanie asks carefully, and when you look at her you see an understanding that soothes you ever so slightly.

“First time.”

“A surprise.”

“Yeah, pretty big one.”

Melanie smiles at that, arms wrapped around an iPad. Her nails are very pretty tapping against the device.

“Let’s take a look back here,” she says, leading you off the main floor and further into the store. The racks are fuller back here, but not nearly enough to make you think success is within reach. Your chest tightens, but you put on a cheery smile when Melanie turns back to you.

“Men are just…so thick sometimes,” she sighs, and the sharp change makes you bleat out a laugh. “I’m sure Mr. Gutierrez has the best intentions in mind…”

You nod and finish her sentence.

“...but you don’t have anything here for me.” Her hands clutch at the tablet again, going white around the knuckles.

“We might have a few things, but they’ll be simpler. Not like the current collection.”

“Simple is fine,” you rush to say, her smile making your own come to the surface. 

“Okay, let me go digging. I think we can make it work. I’m…” She pauses to clear her throat, lowering her voice. “I’m sorry this isn’t fun. I hate it. I just want everyone to feel happy in their clothes, not…left out.”

You turn your comfort to her, squeezing her shoulder.

“I appreciate you trying to help.”

Melanie scurries off to the backroom, leaving you on the bustling floor with ten other women who could slip into anything off the rack no problem. Weaving aimlessly, you peruse the dresses. Each one holds promise, which only makes it more disappointing when the tag numbers run too small. But you’re keeping positive, searching for Melanie’s bouncing ponytail returning with anything. You’d gush over a mumu. 

“Excuse me,” comes over your shoulder, and you turn to another sales woman hovering expectantly behind you. Her brow is lifted high, barely waiting for you to shift before tugging a garment off the rack. She turns quickly, but in the split second before you see it. That stomach-dropping look that screams good luck slathered in sarcasm. Your throat clenches, hands coming to your middle and you wish you could just collapse into yourself like a dying star. 

“Fuck this,” you whisper, tears shining in your eyes as you hurry back to the consultation space. You’ll tell Javi you have a headache, that you’re too hungry to shop right now, anything to convince him to get the hell out of here. 

“Cone…” he says as you burst in, snatching up your purse and steeling your voice. The sunshiney excitement trades quickly for concern. “What is wrong? I promise the cost…” 

“Actually, I don’t really…I don’t…” You try to get out your white lies with an even tone but when Javi cups your face in his large hands your composure crumples. A fat tear breaks rank and rolls down your face, Javi’s eyes widening with shock.

“Conejita, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” His eyes darken a fraction. “Did someone say something to you?”

Your heart skips a beat, which you blearily file for later introspection. Resting your head on his shoulder, he envelops you in his arms. Orange peel and musk surrounds you, Javi’s soothing hands traveling up and down your spine. When your breaths stop warbling you pull back, wiping your face.

“I’m sorry…” you start to say, but Javi moves you to sit. He drops to a kneel, clasping your hands in your lap.

“No, Conejita, you are not apologizing for one second. What has upset you? Was it someone out there?” When you shake your head, his eyes soften. “Was it me?”

“Oh Javi,” you sign, squeezing his hands. Your lashes are still wet with tears, but you can see his dread so clearly. “I really appreciate this, all of it. I’m sure it’s flattered lots of people before. But I’m…me.” You release a big breath, the pain of keeping all your anxieties in finally easing. “I can’t shop at places like this, Javi, I don’t…they don’t make clothes like this for people my size.” 

Javi’s concern smashes into confusion.

“But they must have seamstresses in the back. They take your measurements, no? Find an acceptable piece and tailor it?”

The laugh you bark out is watery but it does raise the corners of your lips.

“Men have it so easy,” you bemoan. “I think the closest size I saw was still in the single digits. And even then, the numbers rarely mean anything.” Javi’s confusion only deepens.

“But how do you know what to buy? Surely the measurements are the same. Inseam, waist, sleeve length, how can it be so different?”

“Javi, I’m rarely the same size at the same store.”

Javi sputters. “That’s madness. How does anyone put up with that?” 

You giggle lightly, the tears finally receding. “I just go to the department stores. More variety, more sizes. No pushy sales people. Though Melanie is really nice.”

“But you are still uncomfortable,” he says, stroking his thick thumbs along the back of your hands. “I did not want to say anything, but I noticed. You do not seem to feel good in the nice things you wear.” 

You shrug. “It’s not perfect, it’s just…easier.”

His eyes implore up at you. “I wanted you to feel good with me.” Your heart patters, Javi’s face falling. “But I have made it worse. Please forgive me, Conejita, I truly did not know this would be so painful.”

You pat Javi’s cheek and give him a quick kiss. “I know, Javi. I know you didn’t mean for it to be.” A tap on his nose makes him smile. “But next time, when the lady doth protest too much, maybe listen?” Javi’s cheeks pink as he nods.

“Shakespeare has always been wiser than me,” he jokes as he helps you back to your feet. He leads you back to the front of the store with one hand on your back, and for a few seconds you do feel like the most beautiful person in the room. Women looking at you in awe, Javi’s fingers pressing in a way that’s subtly possessive. You could be lady Godiva riding a Shetland pony and not feel a lick of shame when he looks at you like that.

“Mr Gutierrez!” Melanie calls as she hurries up to the front to intercept. Her hands are empty, which is a relief.

“Thank you for your help, I just don’t think there’s anything for me here,” you say in a practiced tone that makes Javi pull you closer and Melanie’s eyebrows knit in the middle. She nods, extending a folded piece of paper to Javi. 

“I’m sorry they didn’t have something for you today,” she says, and Javi takes the proffered paper. He leads you out of the store and into the fresh sunlight of the street. Unfolding it, he raises an eyebrow then secrets it away in his jacket pocket.

“What was that about?” you ask, tucking your arm into his elbow. He shakes his head.

“Nothing important. What is important is going to get some lunch, then we are going driving with the top down and dinner at my place after.” 

“Javi…” you say with a little warning, but he tuts at you as his long stride pulls you down Rodeo drive.

“I know, I know what you will say, but bear with me because I am learning how to love you the right way. Today was not so good, but I would like to try and make it better.” He slows down when he catches your wide eyes and dazed smile. “What? What have I said now?”

“That you love…” the last words disappear on the wind as Javi’s smile crinkles his eyes.

“Of course, Conejita. Dios mio, of course I love…I love you,” he rushes out, barely able to finish before crashing his lips into yours. Wide palm cupping your head, you couldn’t care less that you’re making pedestrians part around you. Javi loves you, even if he’s a little clumsy about it. But when someone wants to learn to love you the right way…how can you not love every atom of them back?

The following weekend finds you in one of the lesser-used rooms in Javi’s house, sitting on a chair by the window. He deposited you there with a cappuccino and a promise to wait, so now you’re doing just that. Javi does love surprises, but you never expected Melanie to walk in the door.

“Oh my god, hi,” you manage to get out, standing up to shake her hand but are treated to a tight hug instead. She looks brighter, lighter than the last time you saw her, black ensemble traded for a pale blue button-up and floral patterned pants. 

“Javi told me it was a surprise, and I want it on the record that after this one he’s not allowed any more!” You sit across the little cafe table from her with visible confusion.

“I am a bit…lost…as to the surprise,” you giggle out nervously, which has Melanie opening a smart black bag and taking out folios and fabric swatches.

“I’ve been trying to get my stylist business off the ground and…” She pauses for a moment before making genuine eye contact. “And if there’s anything I was meant to do, it’s find people clothes that make them happy. So I offered him my services and he’s…well, he’s been very generous.”

Pride swells in your chest. So Javi.

“So what we’re going to do today is figure out what you like, don’t like, colors, styles, and then I’ll start building your wardrobe. Sound good?” Melanie’s smile is contagious.

“Sounds amazing.”

You don’t quite understand every step of the process. At one point she drapes color swatches on your chest like a bib and you can’t help but giggle. But it’s fun, maybe for the first time you can remember. She writes down that you hate side-seam zippers and skirts cut above the knee. That you love color but not too garish. And when you catch Javi pacing outside the glass door to the patio, peeking in anxiously every five minutes, your smile softens. She probably doesn’t write that part down. That’s written on your face. 

You can’t stop twirling in the mirror, inspecting from every angle. You try to scrutinize, but you can’t find a single thing wrong.

It’s perfect.

After the wardrobe cleanout, the basics overhaul, and the lengthy plan Melanie made, she asked a thrilling question. 

“What’s the first piece you’d like me to find?”

“I’ve always wanted a little black dress,” you replied, and her smile almost eclipsed her face.

“I have the perfect one in mind.”

She wasn’t kidding. It’s full and flouncy, smoothing in all the places you normally criticize and accentuates your figure in the best ways. The fabric is sumptuous under your fingers, just the right weight without dreaded sheerness. You can imagine yourself with hair done up, your favorite lipstick, Javi’s hand on your lower back, that possessive glint in his eyes. All of the excitement makes you spin three more times, the room tilting briefly before you catch Javi standing in the doorway.

“Hey!” you call out breathlessly, smoothing the skirt again. “It’s the first thing Melanie’s sent over. I…oh my god, I love it so much.” You turn to look in the mirror again, and in the reflection you see Javi’s mouth parted, eyes dragging over you. His fingers are rubbing together at his sides and…is he clenching them?

“She took everything I said and just found the most perfect dress.” Your thumb catches in the fabric and you spin back around to gasp, “And it has pockets!”

You’ve barely taken your hands out of them when Javi is on you, all greedy mouth and firm hand on the back of your head. His tongue demands on your lips, slipping inside when you gasp for him. Arm banding around your back, he steadily walks you backwards towards the bed. 

“Conejita, mi amor, eres tan hermosa,” he pants, his wandering hand settling on your ass and squeezing. It crackles between your thighs, white-hot arousal at how he holds you. Javi has always been generous in bed, and highly competent, but this is a side of him you haven’t seen. Maybe briefly when he asked you if someone bothered you at that awful boutique store. 

Before you can rationalize anything further he guides your hips down to the bed, teetering on the edge. He quickly drops to his knees and dives his hands under the skirt, sliding one knuckle along the seam of your pussy. 

“Javi…” you squeak out, but his touch leaves to curl around your underwear and yank them down your legs. The rip of a seam makes arousal gush between your legs, spreading them instinctually. He licks his lips before fisting your skirt above your waist and ducking down to taste you for too brief a moment. Your hips buck, teeth nipping at your inner thigh before he lifts up to kneel between your legs. 

“Javi, the dress,” you caution, and with a sweeter smile he shifts his knees to make sure the fabric isn’t trapped between. When his eyes meet yours again he plants a hand by your head and laps between your lips, slow and sensual. The clink of his buckle coming undone aches deep in your core, fisting his button-up across his shoulders. 

“I’m sorry, Conejita, I just…cannot control myself when you look so beautiful,” he confesses as his fingers tease at your entrance. A choked whimper ekes out as he opens you up on two, pumping mercilessly into your clenching heat. He swears in Spanish into your neck, and your quiet whines grow to moans when his thick cock begins thrusting into the crease of your hip. His panted breaths start to take on a rumble, then a growl as his fingers match his shallow thrusts. Overwhelmed, you grasp at what words will make him give in.

“Javi, please, oh my god, please fuck me,” you finally manage, rocking your hips with his frantic pace. 

“You’re ready for me?” he husks, your vociferous affirmations drawing his fingers out to leave you achingly empty. He slicks his cock with you, lining up and pressing just the head in before he plants his hands by your head and just…looks at you.

“Dios mio, eres una diosa,” he breathes, all of the sweet man you love. Grabbing around his wrists, you roll your hips down to sink more of him inside. He stretches you so deliciously, filling your cunt and lungs.

“Take it, Javi,” you rasp, head tossed back. “Show me I’m yours.”

Javi bites his lower lip and looks at you with a depth you crave. Infatuation and devotion and a desire so hungry you want to sate him for hours. In a dizzying flick of his wrists he now presses yours into the bed. 

“Mine,” he purrs, and the snap of his hips as he buries himself flush draws a lusty cry from your lips. “My beautiful Conejita,” he grits out, grinding his hips deep to press punishingly into your g-spot. You writhe under him, legs clamped around his waist as he slides out just enough to punch back in. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Javi, yes, I’m yours,” you beg, and it’s exactly what he needs to begin fucking you earnestly, scooping his hips to drive deeper and deeper. The friction of his grind strums your clit just right to tremble around him. Pinning you with a rumble, he fucks you into the mattress until his wandering hands can’t stop from palming your breast, rolling your nipple through the fabric. The spike of pleasure urges you to meet him stroke for stroke, riding him just as hard back. He grabs your chin just firmly enough to coax more slick to coat his cock, guiding you back to his demanding mouth. He steals your breath, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and groaning when you shudder around him.

“Not going to last, mi amor,” he whispers, lacing your fingers together as his thrusts lose rhythm. 

“Cum on my pussy,” you plead, and with a strung-out moan he pulls out just quick enough to cover your mound with his hot spend. It drips lewdly, sliding to gather in the crease of your thighs. His eyes are fixated on it, the brand of his lust sticky on you. Your orgasm tips over as he slides his thumb through his cum to press firmly on your clit. His name is all you can manage as pleasure laps over your skin, his touch grounding as he praises you over and over.

In the afterglow, Javi folds the length of your skirt well above the mess he made. 

“I will be sure to send this to drycleaning before you want to wear it,” he says, pulling a juddery giggle from your chest. He stands oh shaky legs and you glimpse his wet cock in the vee of his open pants, realizing you just fucked like college kids so horny for each other they couldn’t even undress properly. It makes you giddy as he brings over tissues to clean up, careful not to leave any of his spend where it could stain. When he’s finally satisfied he drops down on the bed, opening his arms for you to snuggle into. Once fitted together, eyes heavy, he murmurs in your ear.

“It wasn’t the dress.”

You hum sleepily, sitting up to look into his sated face.

“You are most beautiful when you are happy,” he says, the earnestness earning him another sweet kiss.

“I am very, very happy Javi.”

He doesn’t need to tell you that he is. It’s written on his face, and in his heart. 

END

[sturniluvr]

your camera roll dating Pedro Pascal

[nerdieforpedro]

The Intended determines their Meaning

Javier Gutierrez x plus size female reader

My blog overall is for readers 18+. MDNI

Word Count: 1271

Summary: Javier is following through on what his team has proposed optics wise. He’s bought her flowers to illustrate their partnership. The twist? The events of tonight lead him to follow a different plan altogether.

Warnings: Plots by PR teams, ghosts for dates, angst if you squint, bad jokes (did I write it if there’s not at least one?), Javi G being charming and adorable, honorable mention of Javi G’s orange/red shirt from TUWOMT (the debate of that shirt’s true color continues this very day)

Notes: An entry for @morallyinept ‘s Jett’s Flora & Fauna Challenge. I was surprised to have an idea for it but it turns out chatting with your friends in Discord gets the juices flowing. Plus my wonderful friend Grace came up with the initial idea and we each wrote our own versions. This one is mine. I looked up the meaning of the red peonies Pedro was holding in that shot of him and Dakota Johnson for “The Materialists.” I don’t know the name of the character so this said Javi G to me.

Main Masterlist/ Javier Gutierrez Masterlist

This was supposed to be their third date. She was everything that his PR team said he needed for optics right now. Not too young, an actress that people recognize if they think about it for a minute and she’s thin. It’s not Javier Gutierrez’s first preference, but she was nice and their teams worked well together. 

At least he thought she was nice until tonight. It’s an hour after they were supposed to have their date. No calls, no texts, no one from her team saying why she’s not here. He’d bought her an ivory vase with two full bouquets of red peonies in full bloom. He figured it would be a good move to bring these as both teams had agreed to make their relationship public after leaking a few photos on instagram. A curious financially beneficial union that should be a happy life.

Javi’s heart isn’t in this, but he’s beholden to the public eye and their opinions. He’d rather date women that had more substance to them, both to talk about and to them. 

He continues to sit and wait, not expecting her to come after this long. Should he just leave? He decides to check his phone one more time before finishing off his third glass of red wine. His eyes gaze forward and he sees her. Not the woman he was expecting, but a woman who he’d truly want.

She’s sitting at a small table that’s a mirror of his, her hair in a updo with small silver clips holding it up. Her dress is a deep violet, off her shoulders with a deep V exposing much of her cleavage. From what he can see, the dress may have an asymmetrical cut as much of her thick legs are exposed. Her face is downcast similar to his. She may have been waiting for someone too. Javi wonders if she was stood up as well. 

Hey, I don’t see a second place setting. Is she alone too? Maybe we can be alone together. If she would like, if the woman my team doesn’t want anything to do with me, doesn’t that mean I should find someone I would want to be with?

Javier asks the waiter to give her another glass of whatever she was drinking. It looked like a red wine, he wasn’t sure if it was one different from his. He watched as she looks very confused and is trying to tell the waiter that she didn’t order anything like that.

“Oh no ma’am it’s paid for. The gentleman over there sent it.” The waiter explains and points to Javier. He gives a small wave with a matching smile. She smiles back and waives but almost knocks over her wine glass. Thankfully, she catches it and none of it spills. She laughs at herself and apologizes to the waiter, he looked like he was going to cry as he had his hands raised like he was being robbed.

Well she accepted, I think I’ll go over. Say hello in person. She seems sweet and fun. God, I miss having fun. Dating was supposed to fun at some point.

“You’re too stunning to not have something of equal beauty with you at the table.” Gutierrez leads with as he stands opposite her at the table. “Order what you like hermosa. They’ll let me know the tab. Enjoy yourself.” His wide smile never left his face as she watched him walk over, and hand her a large bouquet of red flowers. They’re not roses, she’s seen them before and just doesn’t remember the name. 

“Thank you. For the flowers and the wine.” She stands and Javi takes a step back to see the rest of her: wide stomach and hips with the dress indeed has an asymmetrical cut that goes to the top of her thigh. Across her stomach is a rhinestone butterfly, the tops of the wings cup the bottoms of her breasts as he attempts not to stare. Her lips are a blood orange that reminds him of one of his favorite leisure shirts to wear when he’s home in Spain. Thankfully he was looking at her lips when she spoke so he would pay attention. “I didn’t want to eat alone. Did you want to sit with me? What’s your name?” 

“Javier Gutierrez, honored to make your acquaintance. May I know yours cariño (sweetheart)?” He extends his hand and she shakes it, unsure if it’s the wine or maybe that he just happy he’s not alone and she wants him to sit with her. He pulls out her chair for her to sit and pushes it in as she gives him her name in response. Once he sits, he gets settled and watches as she fixes her napkin back in her lap and takes another sip of her wine. Whispering “perfecto!” under his breath. 

They chat over their shared experience tonight of being stood up. It turns out, hers was a fifth date after a month of seeing each other casually. He had texted, saying he wasn’t going to come and that he would call her. She knew that he’d broken up with her then, but she didn’t want to leave yet. The fresh bread was tasty and so was the wine. Javier simply said that his date did not show up and it likely meant the same as hers, the relationship was over. He wouldn’t get into the PR and logistics, not tonight. 

She asked what kind of flowers they were and if it was really okay that she had kept them. Javier insisted, their original intended didn’t deserve them. Not only because she didn’t come but she likely wasn’t going to give him what the flowers truly mean. The other woman had bestowed a more detrimental theme of peonies by standing him up - shame.

“Someone who is willing to leave a person alone like this without explanation, would not give me a happy life.” Javi explains, she agrees and wonders if they have a different meaning for her. 

“I don’t know if I can give you a happy life either. We just met Javier.” Her nervous giggle informs him that his explanation may have been a bit serious given how they’ve come together. 

“For you bonita (beautiful), the peonies do have a different meaning. I was hesitant to come over to the table. It looked like you were waiting for someone too and I didn’t want to intrude but I also didn’t want to miss an opportunity either.” He asks the waiter for a bottle for the table and their soup arrives with more bread. Javier hands her the butter so she can put it on her bread. “I’m also still nervous that I could mess this up at any point. And please, call me Javi. It's been a while since I’ve met someone I’ve genuinely liked so I’m bashful.”

“Quite the charmer you are, Javi. You’re definitely not messing anything up. You’re not the only one who’s nervous. I’m having a wonderful time and we haven’t even made it to dessert yet!” They both laughed at her attempt at a joke and continued the evening. Chatting, eating, drinking and laughing. Relaxed and without a care for them both.

Javier Gutierrez could just be on a date with a beautiful woman, maybe have a second of third with her. Maybe show her his shirt that’s the same color as her lipstick. Maybe find out what movies she enjoys and if he’s seen them, does she like Nicolas Cage movies? If she does, he may just swoon.

So many things and possibilities.

Debaters of the true color of Javi’s orange/red/dash of yellow shirt 👕: @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @tinytinymenace @readingiskeepingmegoing @bitchwitch1981

@inept-the-magnificent @tinytinymenace @yourcoolauntie @rhoorl @megamindsecretlair

@soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @saturn-rings-writes @604to647 @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@trulybetty @alltheglitterandtheroar @connectioneverywhere @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

[mymo-n]

I need more Javi Gutierrez in my life 😭

[nerdieforpedro]

I always love reading hot Javi G fic. 🥵

poolside (sugar daddy!javi gutierrez x f!reader) 18+

kofi | um i literally wrote this in an hour?????? idk where it even came from but basically han @swiftispunk had to walk home in a blizzard today and i felt she deserved something warm to enjoy while she bundles up. who woulda thought this would be my first fic of 2024? anyway this is loosely based off this drabble by han and.. dare i say... exists in the same universe? in my brain lmao summary: just some fun by the pool with sugar daddy!javi rating: 18+ explicit warnings: blowjobs, deepthroating, brief ball worship, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, bad google translate spanish, sweat word count: 1.5k

You've been thinking about it all morning, and that's no exaggeration. The second you'd awoken the thought had been there in the back of your mind, although quieted almost immediately by your alarm and the rush to get ready for the day. It had returned in the bathroom as you'd brushed your teeth, again at breakfast when you'd scarfed down a banana, and now, as you sip your ice-cold cocktail underneath the hot Majorcan sun, the thought is there again.

Only this time, you can't hold it back.

"Can I be honest about something?"

The words tumble past your lips much faster than anticipated, garbled by anxiety and the deafening humidity of the warm summer day. For a few seconds you think - god, he's gonna ask me to repeat it - but thankfully, Javi turns to you from the lounge chair on your right side with a kind smile and those sparkling eyes you've already grown so accustomed to. Your nervousness dissipates almost immediately.

"Of course you can," he says, tilting his head back against the soft cushion, "You can tell me anything, mi amor."

You bite your lip, avoiding eye contact as you softly murmur, "Well I know we haven't really established all our rules yet, but, um -" your eyes fall unconsciously to his striped speedo, "I'd really like to give you a blowjob."

The speed at which his eyebrows go up is almost comical, sunglasses drooping off the end of his nose as his cocktail freezes in mid-air on its way to his mouth. He stares at you for a few seconds with fluttering lashes, words bubbling in his throat but never actually passing his lips. You stifle a giggle.

"Would that be okay?" you ask quietly, shyly, though you already know from his reaction that it's more than okay. You just want to hear him say it.

With an almost shaky hand he places his drink on the table between your chairs and sits up a bit, long tan legs stretching out against the length of the chair. He pushes his glasses up, as if trying to hide his clearly excited expression from you - trying to play it cool, as best he can. Adorable.

"Yes," he finally states, voice cracking slightly, "Yes, that would be okay."

In seconds you've lifted from your spot beside him to kneel down alongside his chair, hand immediately reaching for the waistband of his speedo. His shirt rides up as he positions himself accordingly, and you can see sweat dripping from the hair on his tummy down into his pubic hair. You start to salivate.

His cock is only semi-hard, taken by surprise at your sudden request, but you think it's cute. You tug down the speedo as best you can, exposing him entirely, his heavy balls slipping out of their confinement. With no hesitation you lean down and nuzzle your nose against each one, inhaling his delicious musk and smiling when you feel his hand immediately cup the back of your head. Oh, he likes that.

You open your mouth and carefully tug one of his balls into your mouth as best you can, soft and sensitive against your tongue. He lets out a shaky moan and you peer up to see him tilting his head back again; you can't tell if he's looking at you, eyes covered by his sunglasses, but you don't mind. You start to suckle carefully, tongue swirling all along the tender area before releasing it with a pop and enveloping the second one in the same manner. His fingers tighten slightly in your hair and you smirk.

"Do you like getting your balls sucked, daddy?" you ask quietly after freeing your mouth again.

"Y-yes," he says through another moan as you begin to lap at them with your tongue, wet with your saliva and his sweat, "Yes, mi amor. D-daddy likes that."

You pull your face back and feel yourself throb when you see how much his cock has grown, already at full size just from having his balls played with. You nudge the base with your nose, closing your eyes as you let it trail up and down, up and down, and then repeating the same pattern with your tongue. He tastes like saltwater and you salivate even more.

"Oh, fuck," he groans somewhere above you, thumb stroking the spot behind your ear, "Así, corazón."

His Spanish - its meaning still mostly unbeknownst to you - spurs you on, and you reach your hand down to carefully lift his cock from his belly and slip it past your lips. His mushroom head is soft and already leaking, salty-sweet on your tongue as you moan around its width and take it further into your mouth. Already dying to have him in your throat, you push downwards and allow almost his entire length to fill you up, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"Oh," he whimpers out, thighs trembling beneath you, "Mi amor..." His nails dig lightly into your scalp and you feel your pussy throb again.

Breathing carefully through your nose, you sink your mouth down until your lips kiss the base of his cock, his pubic hair crowding your face. You inhale deeply and moan again, thighs rubbing together as he pulses in your throat. After a few seconds you pull off, spluttering a bit but wiping your mouth and going back in for more almost immediately. He groans above you, watching as you deepthroat his thick cock with barely any inhibitions whatsoever.

"N-need to be inside you," he murmurs suddenly, fingers brushing through your hair with an urgency that wasn't there before.

"You are inside me," you whisper as you pull off his cock, only to capture it in your mouth a few seconds later and stuff your throat with his length again.

"No, eso no es lo que quiero decir," his words are already mush, and you wouldn't understand even if he'd spoken them in English. When you don't respond, only suckle around the warm appendage in your throat, he finally manages to groan, "Up here, hermosa, please. Daddy needs your pussy."

Fuck.

If he'd asked you any other way, you might not have listened, especially when the rules for your dynamic still have yet to be completely laid out. But just hearing him say that again...

"Okay, daddy," you mumble around the head of his cock, letting it plop from your lips and smack wetly against his belly. You stand up and waste no time in tugging your bikini bottoms down, tossing them to the side and climbing into his lap. Your pussy is warm and sticky against his bare skin, throbbing above his belly button in quick pulses.

"Lift up," he practically hisses through his teeth, reaching down and holding his cock at attention while you do as he says. A moment later you're sheathing his thick length inside your heat, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you sink down. "That's it, mi amor," he groans, "Perfecta."

You already know you're not going to last, and he seems to feel the same. The humidity of the air pushes down on your sweaty bodies, your hands coming down to press firmly against his chest as you start to ride his cock up and down. You finger the buttons of his shirt, pulling them apart to access the skin beneath; in turn, he reaches up and pulls your bikini top down under your breasts with one finger, exposing them to him as you start to bounce.

He's so fucking thick, so deep and hot and wet and perfect. Your brow furrows as you quicken your pace, eyes coming up to meet his sunglasses, and - without asking - you reach forward and take them off. He's looking right at you, eyes still sparkling, watching your every movement - watching you bounce up and down on his cock. It's enough to make you come.

And you do, a high keening sound falling from your mouth as you fall forward against his chest and let your orgasm take over, limbs loose and shaky. His arms wrap around you, hold you firm against his body as he takes your hips and lifts you up and down without any effort, keeping your pace steady on his cock.

"That's it, mi amor," he murmurs to you softly, movements frantic now, fast and desperate, "Hold on to me."

He doesn't need to ask - you're already wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing haggardly against the warmth of his chest as he fucks into you. It only takes a few more lifts of your hips for him to explode inside of you, cum hot and thick against your walls, filling you up. You squeak out another breathless moan and bury your face in his sun-kissed skin.

He keeps you there on his cock for a few moments, both of you catching your breaths as he strokes your bare skin up and down, up and down, listening to the chirps of birds in nearby trees and the faint splash of pool water. It's so peaceful.

"Thank you, daddy," you tell him softly.

"No, hermosa," he pants out, nose brushing the crown of your head as he presses a kiss to your hair, "Thank you."

[missyorkswhore]

JESUS CHRIST

[theyloveniahhhhh]

sometimes all you need just a older guy to make you happy and bubbly inside.

[shellshocklove]

❀ 2024 fic recs

hi friends <3 for the third year in a row i wanted to make a list of some of my favorite fics i’ve read that was posted throughout 2024. please read the warnings on the fics before reading, and minors do not interact with smut!

* = smut

❀ joel miller

*cherry thrill by @hellishjoel (series) man i just realized this is a series while doing this fic rec list. i got some stuff to read now!!

pairing: tattoo artist!daddy dom!joel miller x virgin!sub!female!reader summary: trust and devotion. ink meets innocence. your tattoo artist, joel miller, shows you what it really means to give up control. reeling from the loss of your job, you’re running out of options, until a passing comment from joel and a video camera give you just the right idea.

*your summer dream by @tonysopranosrobe (series)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit (and maybe a little more) in joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents.

safe and sound by @guiltyasdave (series)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: an injured joel and ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. trusting them isn’t easy, but you won’t let another person die in this house. it doesn’t take long until you’re terrified of the day they’ll leave again.

*older!boyfriend!joel miller by @cavillscurls (series)

pairing: older!boyfriend!joel miller x younger!female!reader summary: a collection of stories/imagines about older!boyfriend joel & younger!girlfriend reader.

*of rage and ruin by @corazondebeskar-reads (series)

pairing: werewolf!alpha!joel miller x female!omega!reader summary: joel miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. he turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

*a lover's pinch by @hier--soir (series)

pairing: professor!joel miller x female!reader summary: a one-night stand with a charming texan turns into something much more thrilling when you discover he is your new college professor. joel miller is entirely off limits. but now that you’ve had a taste, will you be able to keep your hands to yourselves?

*got my mind on your body by @thetriumphantpanda (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, even as he grows older, and you’re determined to show him just that.

daugther lessons by @sempersirens (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: would it kill joel to just touch you?

*oasis by @beardedjoel (one shot)

pairing: dbf!neighbor!joel miller x female!reader summary: your dad’s friend is tasked with looking after you while he’s out of town. he ends up finding you somewhere you absolutely shouldn’t be. blackmail ensues.

*stiff by @mothandpidgeon (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: as joel’s getting older, his body isn’t working the way it used to. luckily, you’re happy to help him out.

imperfect for you by @pedropeach (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: you never thought joel miller would accidentally call you baby.

*unbound by @sp00kymulderr (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: you make the chaos go blank in his mind, where all the thoughts spend hours swirling and billowing up like a storm. they’re calmer when he has you to play with.

*too sweet by @mrsmando (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: in your fight for survival against a world intent on killing you, you stumble across the humble abode of one joel miller.

*heavenly bound by @ozarkthedog (one shot)

pairing: jackson!joel miller x virgin!female!reader summary: the world crumbled before you could experience the touch of another. Joel does his best to keep you innocent for as long as he can.

*intermission by @joelsdagger (one shot)

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x sub!female!reader summary: movie night with joel doesn’t go to plan, or joel fucks your mouth while you’re sleeping.

*wild like the west by @/hellishjoel (one shot)

pairing: cowboy!joel miller x cowgirl!reader summary: joel and his cowgirl.

mine all mine by @/mrsmando (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: the weather in jackson takes a turn for the worse. you’re feeling anxious, resorting to your comforts in an effort to feel better. you’re waiting for the perfect remedy to return home from patrol: joel always knows how to make you feel good.

block party by @almostfoxglove (one shot)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: after your ex moves into the neighborhood, joel offers to pose as your boyfriend at the annual block party. it shouldn’t be hard to pretend for a night, since he’s hopelessly into you.

*wherever you stray, i'll follow by @/cavillscurls (one shot)

pairing: alpha!joel miller x omega!female!reader summary: joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

*awake by @/sp00kymulderr (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: he’s the perfect package.

no one can hurt you now by @/guiltyasdave (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: you’ve been traveling through the country with joel and ellie. after finally arriving in the safety of jackson, you realize how much joel means to you.

*say yes to heaven by @psychedelic-ink (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: joel finally allows you to pamper him.

*sweet release by @/cavillscurls (blurb)

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x sub!female!reader summary: the aftermath of finishing without joel’s permission.

*over the edge by @raspberrybesitos (blurb)

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x sub!female!reader summary: joel agonizingly taunts you before pushing you over the edge.

*total protection by @penvisions (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader x tommy miller summary: a threesome with the miller brothers.

after the rain by @/mrsmando (blurb)

pairing: ex-boyfriend’s dad!joel x female!reader summary: when life as you know it comes crashing down around your ears, only joel can fix it.

*sunrise by @5oh5 (blurb)

pairing: joel miller x female!reader summary: waking up next to your boyfriend feels too good to be true.

*blurb by @ovaryacted

pairing: jackson!joel miller x female!reader summary: joel goes down on you.

given to fly by @perotovar (drabble)

pairing: joel miller/tess servopoulos summary: angst taking place during episode 3.

❀ javier peña

it's a date by @pedgito (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: your boyfriend delivers the worst news possible on what should be a day filled with love. luckily your coworker is there in wait, not allowing a perfectly good dinner reservation to go to waste.

*glory o by @milla-frenchy (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader x steve murphy summary: you work in a brothel, and two guys want to try something new.

*nights are so starry, blood moonlit by @/guiltyasdave (*prequel)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: javi and you are neighbors. and friends with benefits, in a way. things become… heated.

like snow on the beach by @/guiltyasdave (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: you’re on a work trip with your boss, who you don’t like and who you’re convinced doesn’t like you either. unfortunately, there’s only one bed.

with you i fall down by @joelsgreenflannel (one shot)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: another day in colombia, another bomb orchestrated by narcos. but this time, it hits the street near your workplace. javi doesn't what happened to you, he rushes back home to find out.

tres besos by @/mrsmando (blurb)

pairing: javier peña x female!reader summary: two times javi kisses you, and the one where you kiss him back.

❀ frankie "catfish" morales

*acts of service by @/tonysopranosrobe (one shot)

pairing: best friend!frankie morales x female!reader summary: an unexpected admission leads frankie to make you an offer you can't refuse. this surely won't come with any consequences. OR you've never had your pussy ate and your best friend frankie helps you out.

*up sky, low high by @jolapeno (one shot)

pairing: frankie morales x female!reader summary: frankie takes you on a heli-ride. you decide to test his competency and take him for a ride.

*in the locker room by @/jolapeno (one shot)

pairing: frankie morales x female!reader summary: when you join him for benny’s fight, frankie appears stressed. you have an idea to de-stress him.

fifteen hundred and one by @/jolapeno (blurb)

pairing: best friend!frankie morales x female!reader summary: he’s your best friend. nothing would ever change that. except maybe a goodnight kiss.

stupid cupid by @/hellishjoel (blurb)

pairing: best friend!frankie morales x female!reader summary: your best friend frankie cheers you up after a miserable valentine’s day.

be cruel to me, 'cause i'm a fool for you by @/joelsgreenflannel (drabble)

pairing: frankie morales x female!reader summary: frankie thinks you should get your driver’s license. you disagree.

❀ dave york

*hold still by @/almostfoxglove

pairing: bodyguard!dave york x female!reader summary: on your last night together, dave agrees to compromise.

❀ javi gutierrez

*are you alright, honey? by @javigutierrez (one shot)

pairing: javi gutierrez x female!reader summary: you’re going on a long weekend with your gorgeous new boyfriend, and after a day of unresolved sexual tension out on a roadtrip you’re ready to jump him the second you get home. unless he finds a movie at the gas station he had been looking for for years and he wants to watch it with you. will you be able to mask your desire for him, to enjoy a movie that means so much to him?

❀ logan howlett

*never is a promise by @joelsgoldrush (one shot)

pairing: old man!logan howlett x female!reader summary: you are everything logan isn’t: sweet, trouble-free, much younger—and, to top it off, charles' caregiver.

*slippin’ and slidin’ all over you! by @sceletaflores (one shot)

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader summary: logan forgot to fix the ac…

*the way you want to by @eupheme (one shot)

pairing: old man!daddy!logan howlett x female!reader summary: logan overhears something he shouldn’t have.

❀ peter parker

blurb by @silkscream

pairing: peter parker x reader summary: peter clambers up the fire escape to your room with flowers almost as battered as himself bc he hasn’t seen you in two weeks and he FINALLY has a second. he literally just wants a kiss.

*blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: peter parker x female!reader summary: stress fuck with peter bc uni is killing him and he’s on the streets every night and happy won’t get off his ass so when you crawl into his bed in just a t shirt and underwear he quite literally goes insane.

blurb by @luveline

pairing: peter parker x female!reader summary: peter comes home after a visibly bad day and the reader misinterprets his behavior and assumes he’s upset with her instead.

for more fic recs check out my #read tag <3

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

[whoredyceps]

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

» if there was a column people waited to read every week, it was yours. famed sex-columnist, and the heart of new york city's dating scene, you give a play by play of your love life and what it all means. the readers of your column begin to notice a reoccurring character, beyond the flings and awkward second chances. will he become the main character, or are you doomed to croon about the tragic dating scene?

» author's note: this is a new series i'm staring based off this post i made! it's a 'sex and the city' based fic series. each entry is a different character from the ppcu, so each chapter will focus on a character. they will all be standalone fics, and you don't have to watch sex and the city to understand the plot. let me know your thoughts! :)

» the playlist link

⌕ old dogs, new tricks ༝ joel miller

⌕ easy come, easy go ༝ javier peña

⌕ time and punishment ༝ din djarin

⌕ plus one is the loneliest number ༝ oberyn martell

⌕ the fuck buddy ༝ frankie morales

⌕ take me out to the ballgame ༝ jack daniels

⌕ what goes around comes around ༝ marcus acacius

⌕ the baby shower ༝ reed richards

⌕ just say yes ༝ clint

⌕ coulda, woulda, shoulda ༝ lucien de leon

⌕ the domino effect ༝ javi gutierrez

⌕ out of the frying pan ༝ the epilouge