#javi gutiérrez x you

[freakrenaissance]

Oooh, my sweet sexy javi! Of course he'd make you feel like a queen 😌 oof, I'm in love already, of course. I'm sooo into this! Just dove in, & now I get to go back & read the other chapters 🥰 fabulous stuff!

IRL

Part 3 @han_shot_first

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

SUMMARY: Set before the events of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. Javi and Reader are friends online, and after a year of DMing they decide to meet. (The only change is Javi and Gabriela are just friends)

WORD COUNT: 1800ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance. Javi is adorable, be warned. Things get spicy.

Part 2

“Girasol,” he whispers; voice husky. Your knees go a little watery not only from the want in Javi��s voice for you but for the sweet nickname, sunflower.

His warm, plush lips taste your mouth, chin, and neck. Tickling behind your ear, you had never kissed anyone with a mustache or much facial hair. It tickles and rasps over your soft skin deliciously, especially your neck, causing your shoulder to jump with a smiling gasp. 

Being pressed against the wall was also new to you like this gorgeous man can't get enough of you and needs to be as close as he can possibly get. One hand is cradling your jaw; the other travels from your hip under your sweater, where he has found that the dress is sleeveless. He hums, pleased by his discovery. You try not to feel emotional and keep the thought - thank you. Thank you for being attracted to me, even though… inside your head. But it brings up some tears that you blink away. 

The moment you open your eyes, the lights flicker, signaling you to return to the theater.

“Javi?”

“Hmmm?” He murmurs, distracted by devouring your neck.

“The next film-”

He pulls away as the lights flicker again. 

“We will pick this up back at the hotel,” he rumbles. 

Javi takes your hand and leads the way to the theater. Since you are among the last to sit, Javi looks and tugs you toward the back of the theater. He noticed your glassy eyes when he pulled away. He wonders if he overstepped.

After you settle into your seat-

“I'm sorry,” Javi looks at you with his puppiest eyes.

“For?”

“Well, I- for,” Javi struggles. “ Maybe I was too forward, and now we don't have good se-”

You smile; Javi really is the sweetest.

“Javi, I have never been so turned on in my life,” you murmur in his ear, and his face breaks into a broad smile, his eyes dancing. 

While the rest of the day flies and is more fun than you've had in a long time, every once and a while, you get a little in your head when hobnobbing with “the beautiful people.” But somehow, Javi seems to feel it every time, and he brings you closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, murmuring a sweet check-in.

Online, late at night, you would talk and talk, and you thought you felt a tension in the last month before planning to meet, but you always half-heartedly dismissed it. And when you saw his picture, you wholeheartedly dismissed it. How can someone like him…but here you both are. He doesn't even see the other women. Javi has at least one hand on you at all times. Holding your hand or on your thigh with his thumb chasing little circles during the films and Q&As, his arm wrapped around your waist during intermission. This new layer to your relationship is exciting, if a little scary. 

All you have been thinking about since the alcove is getting back to the hotel, but as Javi checks you both in, your traitorous brain starts to race; you know Javi is a good guy, he would never just presume, and if you put on the brakes he would respect that…but now that it's here. It's not that you don't want to; you want to, by the gods, do you. But what if he doesn't like what he sees when you are, quite literally, laid bare?

Javi returns with the key cards, his stomach knots in new and exciting ways. 

“It's a two-bedroom penthouse suite,”he murmurs, primarily to his feet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot, “I got them before - but you know, if you don't - I mean, if we-”

Javi doesn't know what you are thinking. But he can easily see the anxiety scrawled across you. But he doesn't know what has you in this state—

Watching him, you can see his effort. To keep you comfortable, respecting your boundaries, and he keeps showing you he is attracted to you, all of you.

So you tell your liar of a brain to shut up for once, and your first finger goes gently under his chin, tipping his head to look at you. 

“Javi? Please take me upstairs.” 

This is when Javi’s brain short circuits.

The penthouse is, of course, gorgeous, just as Javi hoped. There’s a fireplaced living room, with the spread of chocolate-covered strawberries, soft cheeses, warm crusty bread, and the champagne he asked for on a coffee table. 

“Javi! This is, does this just come with penthouse suites or…”

“There are always, well, ‘amenities,’ but um, I asked for your favorites.”

“When?”

“As soon as you said you’d come to visit.”

“But-”

“I know it was a little bold of me, but I - sort of had this big plan to try to win your heart this weekend. But like I said, I got two rooms, I wasn’t, you know, ‘expecting something’,” All of this comes out in a rush, but Javi takes a breath and slows down, his eyes taking in your lovely face.

“‘Han Shot First’, I’ve been having feelings for you for a long, long time.”

It's your face’s turn to warm, as romantic as his nickname Girasol is, as beautiful as it makes you feel... There's something about him using your url handle at this moment - the name he knew before he had seen your picture… You fling your arms around him, and without hesitation, his mouth seals to yours. His hand goes to your cardigan, peeling it off. Before you can have another wave of anxiety, the groan Javi lets loose as his hands run up and down your upper arms and around your back settles your qualms. He presses you as close to him as he can without occupying the same space, thus defying the laws of physics.

“Girasol”, Javi murmurs. “I can't believe how lucky I am.”

His hands rove your back, hips, and backside. You keep beating back your traitorous brain, so you can just enjoy how this feels. He likes everything he's touching. 

One of his hands comes to the side of your face, holding you tight in his kiss. 

“May I undress you?”

Javi begins unbuttoning your dress, his hands so sure at every button. He pulls back the top of the dress off your shoulders, and his needy kisses travel from one to the other, stopping to enjoy your collarbones and the hollow of your throat. Then he lets the dress fall, a circle at your feet. You slip his blue blazer off his shoulders and start unbuttoning his shirt. You peek back at his face to see adoration.

You nod, and the look he gave you in the alcove returns causes a pleasant zing in your lower belly.

Javi becomes impatient and brings his arms hurriedly out of his sleeves, and pulls you against him once more, his arms wrapped around your waist. With urgent kisses, he walks you backward until your calves hit the bed. 

Giving a yip as you drop onto it, a nervous giggle bubbles up, and you take a breath, eyes closed. Mirroring your action in the lobby, Javi's curled forefinger gently lifts your face to him.

“I am enamored with every inch of you, Girasol. Every last inch.”

Against your will, your eyes swim, so that is where Javi decides to start in his worship. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brush the tears away. Pressing kisses to your cheeks. 

Your hands rest on his narrow hips as you look up at this beautiful man, this silly, passionate, delightful man.

He wants me, you think, all of me.

Your hands travel up his sun-kissed torso, the sweet curve of his belly, but just as your hands settle on his chest, he has your shoulders, pressing them to the bed. And this was that moment you feared, laid out on the bed. Suddenly Javi’s got you behind your knees with those enormous paws of his, and with a quick and decisive pull, he's got your ass at the edge of the bed and thighs over his broad shoulders, and you can feel his breath at your core. 

“Javi!” Breath quickening, you are pretty sure you almost came from being moved like that; you don’t get “thrown around”

Javi's hands run up your thighs, his thumbs massage the crease where your hip meets them  -

“Did you like that, Girasol?”

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[whocaresstillthelouvre]

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[browneyes-issac]

I completely understand and feel her pain of the anxiety.. 💞 I over think like there is no tomorrow 98% of the time.. Sooo getting to meet this angel of a man and him genuinely like liking her, I would have high anxiety too. But he is endlessly amazing and sweet, so why would anything be bad about falling for him. 💞🥰

How he confessed! 🥺💞 So freaking beautiful and sweetttt! Nic showing up and her reaction was priceless. 🤭

A Bearable Weight

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Summary: New Years Eve is the holiday of new beginnings, and you take a leap to see if Javi might be one of them.

Word Count: 3k

Story Warnings: T, plenty of sweetness, more ridiculousness because I can't help myself, some lightly spicy kisses. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Notes: I had to get these two to New Years. They were just too cute to leave hanging. I hope each and every one of you reading this waves goodbye to anything that made your 2022 difficult and enters 2023 with open arms and excitement. Now let's see where the new year takes Javi and Conejita!

Continued from On the Right Flight.

The restaurant is smaller than you thought it might be, unassuming in a strip of businesses. The sign for it is understated, white lettering on a black rectangle with a thin gold border - Aperitif. You’ve been studying the sign, and the door below it, for well over ten minutes, the chill night air creeping up your bare legs. The new dress you bought for the occasion - black, tasteful but a little sexy, an amount you’re comfortable with - weaves around your knees when a breeze makes you shiver. You look down at your heels again, still torn between whether the glittery gold is too loud for your personality or loving that they make you feel festive. Your hair is styled, your makeup is perfect, everything is ready for you to go inside.

And you’re still rooted on the damn spot.

Javi texted you a few times since the first voice message. Every new phone alert made your heart jump, evolving to a flutter when it actually was from him. He sent you photos of his friends’ Christmas tree, their dog plopping her head in his lap, the snow outside a fogged up window. He also asked you things about yourself, some that you expected and others that made you stop and smile. 

What food will you eat if you’re having a bad day?

Best movies adapted from books?

Did your sister like the message?

Your sister did indeed, and after catching you grinning at your phone several times throughout the long weekend finally made you confess how you got it. Her elation over the serendipitous meeting was only eclipsed by your hesitation over seeing Javi again.

“Are you serious right now? Cute, funny, probably loaded, a dork, sweet, and definitely into you? I will drive you there and drop your ass on the sidewalk if you don’t do it yourself.”

So you accepted the invitation, which was accompanied by a string of excited texts filled with details and one that made you tingle from head to toe.

Thank you for accepting. I hope you will consider what I asked you in my first message. But only if you’re comfortable. I really like talking to you, no matter what.

A beat, then…

If you’d like to be mine, this year.

You did. Holy hell, you did. But you were also a classically trained overthinker, and the days leading up to New Years Eve were spent Googling and riding the rollercoaster of excitement and dread. The Gutierrez family had an online presence, and not all of it was good. Luckily it seemed like Javi wasn’t in the crosshairs, but the more you learned the more convinced you became that this was going to be a shitshow. Wealthy, influential, a lover of the arts and gorgeous in every photo you find, your hopes got buried a little deeper with each word.

He told you it was going to be a party, nothing large, but the idea of being in your department store dress among the elite of society made you want to cancel. Go out for coffee instead. Let yourself down gently when you realize how different your worlds are.

But then you find a voicemail - a missed call from Javi:

“Hi conejita, I hope all the texts have not been too much. I realize that you barely know me, and I am maybe moving a little too fast. I get…ah, well, I get excited. You have made me very excited, and I want to be, you know, ‘cool’ about it, but I am not so great at that. Anyways, I am…hah, yeah, excited to see you tomorrow. It will be a lot of fun. And, um…we don’t…I only want what you want, conejita. So let’s just…see where the night takes us. I know what I feel, but I…I only want you to…to know…agh! I am messing this all up. Sorry, this message is so long now. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m…I’m really happy to see you tomorrow. Okay, bye.”

What’s the harm, you thought after listening to the message three times. If it’s terrible you never have to see him again.

Another breeze ripples over your skin, finally making you move towards the door.

And if it’s amazing?

You smile to yourself and enter the warmth of the restaurant.

Aperitif looked small from the exterior, and the interior is about what you expected. It could maybe seat 30 fully booked, but the dining room has been cleared out in favor of buffet servers against the walls, the ivory bar lined with champagne glasses and eager bartenders shaking cocktails. The handful of people chatting inside don’t look like heiresses or oil barons. Your shoulders relax a fraction.

“Name?” the man at the door asks, a short list in his hand. You give yours and are ushered in, a drink immediately put in your hand and a string of metallic gold beads tossed over your head by a waitress.

“Happy New Year!” she says, taking your coat. You slip into the crowd looking for the only person you came here for - Javi. But his caramel curls and exuberant laugh haven’t reached you yet.

“I love what they’ve done with the decorations!” a cheery voice exclaims over your shoulder. You look around, then up to see a delicate web of black and gold streamers holding balloons precariously above you. One single streamer hangs to the floor behind the bar, which an olive-skinned hand points to. “I think at midnight they pull that.” You turn to see the woman speaking to you, and she’s...normal-looking. Peppy brunette with a sharply cut bob, sparkling brown eyes, and a glittery top with black slacks. Maybe you had nothing to worry about.

“That’s fun, I haven’t been out on New Years in ages,” you say, taking a sip of champagne. The bubbles tickle your tongue pleasantly. It’s good, much better than any champagne you’ve had at parties.

“Oh then you’ve come to the perfect place! Who invited you?” she asks, finishing off her glass and placing it on a waiter’s tray as it floats by. 

“Javi,” you say, a little shyly. He mentioned that he was hosting it, but you had no clue who the other guests were. How long could you keep up the facade?

“Of course! How do you know him? I’m a long-lost cousin myself, been out of the loop for a while, but it’s nice to see him again.” She waits expectantly, and if you didn’t feel like throwing up before you definitely do now.

“Uhhh, we met…on a flight…” you start to say, working through how the hell you were going to explain the circumstances of your meeting to a stranger, when her eyes light up.

“Oh my GOD, it’s you!” she gasps, grabbing on to both your shoulders. “Javi told me about the girl on the plane on his way here. That story, the way he tells it, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. And you’re here! Now! I have to find him, he’ll be so excited!” She squeezes your shoulders again with a little squeal before darting through the crowd, a nervous giggle smothered in your hand.

He told people about you. 

He told people about you in a way that made him sound happy.

You could burst, the light inside you is so expansive. 

You’re about to follow when a large palm circles your bicep, turning you gently around in the crowd.

“You came.”

Javi says it like a prayer, like he believed but never thought a miracle would grace him. His curls are swept back from his face in tantalizing waves. He’s in a gray blazer, a navy button-up with some abstract patterning hanging onto his broad chest for dear life. The top three buttons already gave up the fight, chest dewy with the humidity in the room. But it’s his face that melts your anxieties away. His eyes drape warmth over you, fondness in their depths that he only hinted at in his messages. His soft smile lashes your heart into a gallop, breaking into one of your own.

“Of course. How could I miss it?” you say, winking when his grin widens. He leans forward to place a chaste kiss on your cheek, hand spreading across your lower back. 

“I am so happy to see you, conejita,” he whispers, raising goosebumps along the nape of your neck. 

Oh, you’re in it deep now.

As the night continues more people file in, filling the small space with chattering conversation. You find the bubbly brunette again, who introduces herself as Julia, and get to talking about houseplant care and aggravations. She’s unpretentious, passionate, and makes you feel like you belong. Honestly, most of the people do. As the night wears on and you shake more hands and spark more conversations, it dawns on you why these people are all together tonight. This is Javi’s circle, people who understand him and bring him joy.

Bashful happiness that you might bring him joy settles in your chest.

Javi scoops you up every few minutes, guiding you to new groups or asking you if you’ve tried something. The upscale pigs in a blanket are your personal favorite, snagging a whole tray for yourself when a waiter walks by. You’re almost embarrassed, but Javi’s crinkled smile as he tries to steal one and gets his hand slapped is worth it.

A murmuring begins by the entrance, a flocking to the door. Javi comes to your elbow, leaning on one foot and placing his warm hand on your lower back. He’s been doing it to you all night, every time you stand beside him, but it’s never less thrilling.

“What’s that all about?” you ask, your third glass of champagne fizzing delightfully under your skin. He catches someone’s eye in the crowd, gesturing them over.

“Just a good friend who came to visit.”

You almost choke on your sip of bubbles.

“Nicolas. Fucking. Cage,” you scoff to Javi under your breath as the man himself emerges out of the crowd. He’s bee-lining your way but stops to shake hands and engage in polite conversation. His emerald velvet jacket contrasts the burgundy button-up underneath nicely, but the faded Dad jeans and white tennis shoes clash adorably with the ensemble. “You could have warned me!”

“Your reaction was well worth your annoyance,” Javi placates, pressing you forward as the crowd falls back.

“How are you doing Nic? How’s the family?” Javi asks, pulling the famous actor in for a hug. They give brief updates, you standing back a step awkwardly. Debating on slipping away, Javi introduces you to Nic and pulls you back into the conversation.

“The girl on the plane,” Nic says, and if you ever thought his speaking affect was fake you’re certain now it’s genuine. He takes your hand in both of his, shaking it earnestly. “I heard your sister is a big fan. I hope she liked the message, I know it was a little rushed but, last minute on the holidays, you know…” You shake your head, fighting back your sister’s scream in the back of your mind.

“She was over the moon. Thank you again for doing that, it was very kind of you,” you say, trading a secret smirk with Javi. It’s a harmless lie, but the fact that he’s perpetuating it makes you even giddier.

“Well next time you’re at one of Javi’s parties you should bring her. I love meeting fans,” Nic says, giving you a pat on the shoulder and peeling off to get himself a drink. Javi slides back to your side, the laughter you’d been suppressing squeaking out of the corners of your mouth.

“Clara’s gonna die. I’ll have to lie to her to get her in the same room as Nic,” you sputter, leaning into Javi’s side as he puts an arm around your shoulders. Frenetic energy dissipating, you savor the solid breadth of his chest, that delicious citrus bite of his scent. He holds you there, and after a moment his cheek presses against the side of your head. He inhales, your face burning when you realize he’s smelling you. 

“That’s it, you’re a wizard or something. No one can grant as many wishes as you,” you tease, twisting to look into Javi’s face. The crows feet and wrinkles smooth as he looks at you, eyes darting from your own to your lips and back again. “Thank you,” you finally say, letting him slide his arm down to pull you into his chest.

“It is I who should be thanking you, conejita. I’ve been living a full life, a better life in recent times, but it feels that much brighter when you’re close to me.” His touch is hesitant when his fingers graze your jaw, his hold loosening on your back. It’s all broadcasting only what you want. He would chase you if you let him, though if you stepped away now he’d let you. But in those touches are the longing to be more than acquaintances. And in this room you thought you’d never belong in, you feel safe, and seen.

Over the chatter and laughter swirling past, you talk. About Javi’s life, and your own. Your work and what you love to do. His love of movies, your love of old houses and national parks. Your mutual dislike of overused CGI elements and predictable jumpscares. He strokes your back, your arm, as you speak, sometimes needing to break away to say hello or answer a question, but unfailingly coming back to you. 

As the final minutes near, you voice the question burning in the back of your mind.

“Javi, you’re so…” you gesture at this posh, gorgeous man standing beside you. “You’re so far out of my league I can’t even see you. And I know I’m a catch,” you interject, gesturing at yourself now with amusement. “I’m a snack, I’m a whole meal, I don’t deny it. But I’m more like…Applebees than Wolfgang Puck.” You wave your hands, banishing the jumble away. “I guess I just don’t understand why…me. Here. Tonight.”

Javi’s brow furrows, his mouth tightening into a pout as he casts his gaze down. Waiting is torture, needing to know if this is just a little thank-you or something more. 

“One minute!” someone shouts, the excitement in the room ratcheting up another series of degrees as everyone gathers in the center of the restaurant. Javi leads you to the middle, the throng of people parting enough to give you some space inside it. Once your feet stop, he sweeps you into another embrace, this one firmer. His eyes roam your face, searching for something before he speaks. 

“As much as I love the old movies, I do not believe in love at first sight. I believe in attraction, and common interests, and support. I believe in two people finding each other in the most unusual way and taking it as a sign. And when the universe gives you another chance and it only makes you want that person more, well…” Javi trails off, one hand coming up to curl around your head, his thumb stroking the hinge of your parted jaw. Your eyes must be hopeful because he barrels on.

“Well, I am not one to overlook lightning striking twice. And you are…you are not an…apple bee?” he asks, confusion twisting the words. You shake your head and pat his chest.

“It’s a, like, chain restaurant. Sorry, doesn’t make a lot of sense if you haven’t heard of it,” you murmur, stroking a finger along his lapel. 

“But that’s just it, because I don’t agree with that. You are so much more than I wished. I feel like…not like a puzzle, but like…two rivers meeting. Both strong on their own, but together, mingled, are in harmony.”

“Okay everyone, get ready, on ten!”

“Javi, what are you…”

“Nine!”

“I want more of this, conejita. I want more of you. If you’ll have me too.”

“Eight!”

“I…do, but I just…it…it feels so…complicated.”

“Seven!”

“We do not need all of the answers now. Just one.”

“Six!”

“Which one is that?”

“Five!”

“Will you let me kiss you tomorrow?”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

“Yes, Javi.”

The restaurant erupts in cheers of “Happy New Year!” as people hug and kiss and celebrate. One of the waiters pulls the crepe paper cord and balloons tumble from the ceiling, packets of foil confetti dumping and exploding over the crowd. If you were paying attention you’d laugh, reach your hands up to the ceiling and try to catch handfuls of the glittering shower, but you’re preoccupied with Javi’s gentle smile before he pulls your lips to his.

If this kiss was a precursor to how your next year would go, magical might be a good descriptor. Or explosive. Swoon-worthy maybe. But perfect might be the best. Javi’s first chaste press is followed by deeper kisses, his full lips covering your own with quiet little pants. When he pulls back enough to see your kiss-drunk face his whole demeanor lights up, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you through the crowd.

Once tucked away on a bench in the back of the restaurant, he proceeds to kiss you with more fervor, tongue slipping against yours tentatively. He only interrupts the worshipful makeout with touches to your face like he still can’t believe you’re here. Covering his hands with your own, you tilt your head to one side.

“I feel like this is going to be a very good year.”

Javi’s sweet smile turns just a fraction devilish, and your heart flutters with it.

“Better than I could have wished for."

END

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Sea of Love

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Summary: Javi surprises you for your birthday!

Warnings: 18+, MDNI. established relationship, fluff, smut, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected PiV, creampie, no use of y/n

a/n: I wrote this for my dear friend @80ssong for her birthday, and she was cool with me sharing it with the world! Javi G is her fave, and there is not enough Javi G fic out there! So we’re going to change that one fic at a time. Happiest of birthdays to you!! I love you! 🥳��️ huge thank you to the lovely @baronessvonglitter for the beta 🫶🏼 I also made a playlist to accompany the fic. Javi seems like the type who would woo you with Yacht Rock love songs. 🤭 I hope you enjoy it!

word count: 2,665

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You're awoken gently by one of Javi's assistants, Sophia, encouraging you out of bed. "Up, up, señorita."

In your groggy state, you turn to the other side of the bed and notice that Javi isn't beside you. You return your gaze to Sophia with a furrowed brow. "Mr. Gutiérrez would like you to meet him at the dock."

"The dock?" You question, "What for?"

"He didn't say, señorita."

You had been anticipating a lazy day in bed in your lover's arms. It was the one thing you had asked for to celebrate turning a year older: one-on-one time with Javi, an opportunity to sleep in. You're unsure why the plan has changed.

You've been with Javi for over a year, having relocated to the island to be with him. It has been a whirlwind romance. You met him at a movie premiere after-party for a film he wrote. You worked in marketing for the studio that distributed it, his sophomore production, which followed the blockbuster success of the movie he co-wrote with Nicolas Cage. 

Long-distance worked for the first few months, but it soon became difficult. Balancing the time difference and long flights with your busy schedules was exhausting. Javi offered you a role in his family's business, leading PR and marketing, and you relocated to Mallorca, moving into his lavish home. It has been absolute bliss ever since.

You suspect Javi is up to something. He's a romantic, and he loves to surprise you. There's only one way to find out what he has planned this time, so you crawl out of bed, wash up, and slip on a flowy floral dress and sandals. Before you exit your shared bedroom, you grab your sunglasses from the dresser to shield your eyes from the bright Mallorcan sun. 

As you descend the outdoor stairs, you admire Javi's handsome appearance. He's wearing a fitted baby blue blazer, striped shirt, and tan pants. His brown curls are accented with a golden hue, and his sunglasses hide his soft brown eyes. He greets you with a broad smile, and his arms extend before him. "Hello, mi amor!"

He embraces you and pecks your cheek with a kiss. "Javi, what are you up to?"

"Mi amor, it is a surprise. Come, come, they are waiting for us." He gestures toward a 60-foot yacht docked in the harbor.

"Javi!" your mouth falls open, "When did you get this?" You're still not used to a lifestyle of such extravagance and luxury.

"It arrived last week. The build, it took some time," he shares enthusiastically. "But it arrived at the perfect time. Now we can sail on its maiden voyage to celebrate your birthday!"

You stare adoringly at him, unbelieving that this is your life now. Javi's zest for life and enjoyment of every moment were among the many reasons you fell head over heels for him.

As you approach the boat, you notice the script lettering on the stern—it's your name. Javi has named it after you. Tears form, threatening to fall from your eyes; the significance of such an act is not lost on you.

Javi sees a tear roll down your cheek, and his face falls with worry. He cups your face in his hands and thumbs the tear away. "Baby, are you alright?"

It's a struggle to find the words right away. So you nod and smile, your eyes glassy, until you finally squeak out, "You named it after me?"

"But of course. It is tradition to name your boat after someone meaningful in your life, for good luck." his eyes never waver from yours. "And you, mi amor, are the most important person in my life. I am the luckiest man in the world! I love you so much!" He kisses the tip of your nose and wipes another tear before it can fall.

"I love you too, Javi."

He grabs your hand and walks you toward the yacht, "Come, let's board. We will be at sea for three days."

You halt, "But Javi, I didn't pack anything!"

"Sophia has taken care of that for you. Do not worry."

--

In addition to the Captain and First Officer, the yacht is fully staffed with a chef and stewards available to cater to your every need. Javi excitedly shows you around the space to get acquainted with the amenities. The crew's quarters are tucked away from the main area, offering you and Javi privacy. There is a living area with ample seating and a wet bar, multiple bedrooms, and bathrooms. He shows you the primary bedroom, which includes a walk-in closet. You peek inside to see the clothes Sophia packed for you are hung and perfectly ironed.

You exit the closet to meet Javi standing near the edge of the bed, "This is so beautiful, Javi."

"I'm so happy you love it, mi amor." He softly kisses your lips. "The chef has prepared a late lunch for us." His hand grasps around yours, "Let's go eat!"

You follow him back into the main cabin. A mahogany dining table is appointed with crisp linens, delicate china, and wine glasses with a beautiful floral arrangement in the middle. Javi pulls a chair from the table and motions for you to sit. He quickly rounds the table to sit across from you.

The chef enters with his attendants, who trail behind him with their hands full of serving dishes. They carefully place the dishes while the chef introduces the meal, which includes paella with prawns, ceviche, oysters, small plates of olives, and assorted local cheeses. The staff then leaves you and Javi to enjoy your meal in peace.

Javi pours the wine, and you raise them for a toast. "Mi amor, you have made me the happiest man. I hope to celebrate a thousand more birthdays with you. I love you."

You clink your glasses together and take a first sip of a rich, full-bodied red. Your eyes are misty as you gaze adoringly at Javi. "You make me so happy, too. I love you."

--

With the impending sunset, you and Javi want to take advantage of the last bit of daylight together. You return to the room and change into your swimsuits. Sophia has packed your favorite bikini, one that accentuates your beautiful curves. It happens to be Javi's favorite, too. A black halter top that ties around your neck and pushes your tits together to create delectable cleavage and black and white striped bottoms that tie at the hips.

As you change, you catch Javi stealing glances at you in the mirror. Looking back at him over your shoulder, you give him a little show. Slowly peeling off your dress, one strap at a time, letting it fall to the floor. You shimmy your panties down your legs, exposing your bare ass and cunt to him as you bend over, feeling Javi's eyes bore into you.

When you straighten, you lock eyes with him over your shoulder and reach around to unclasp your bra. Your forearm holds the cups in place, not wanting to reveal yourself too soon. Javi's eyes darken with lust; he bites his bottom lip, watching with rapt attention. With a wink, you drop your arm, and your bra falls to the floor, revealing your tits to him.

"You are so gorgeous, mi amor." Javi breathes out.

Heat roils in your chest, trailing up your neck, feeling loved and adored by your man. "Thank you, handsome."

You change into your bikini while Javi puts on his swimsuit. He's wearing a pair of striped swim briefs, which perfectly highlight the outline of his beautiful cock. His tanned, broad shoulders are covered with a yellow button-up.

He leads you to the boat's bow, where an expansive chaise lounge is located. Javi removes his shirt before he sits; his golden skin glistens in the sunshine. His body is pressed against the back of the lounger, and his legs are spread out in front of him. He pats the area between his legs, inviting you to sit. His legs spread wider as you position yourself in front of him.

Once situated, he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you lovingly. His hands begin to stroke the tops of your thighs while you admire the Mallorcan landscape of rocky cliffs and the sun's rays reflecting off the crystal blue water.

"Javi, it is just so beautiful out here."

He leans forward to kiss your temple, "Not nearly as beautiful as you."

His lips linger, moving lower to your cheek and down to your jawline, where he softly nibbles as you coo in response to the feel of his soft lips on the delicate skin. His lips journey to the sensitive skin of your neck, where he sucks at your pulse point. Your body writhes at his ministration, and a soft whimper falls from your lips. He knows exactly where and how to touch you; he's spent the last year exploring every inch of your body, discovering how it responds to his touch.

"Oh, I know how you like it when I kiss you here." Another kiss lands below your earlobe, "and here." The tip of his tongue slowly trails along the top of your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. He chuckles, "And there."

Your body floods with warmth as your desire for him crescendos. Arousal pools into your bikini bottoms, "Javi, please."

"Please what, mi amor?"

"I need you to touch me, please."

Javi clicks his tongue, "As you wish."

His palm skates from your thigh to your soft stomach. His fingers trace over your silken skin until he reaches your hip, and he pulls at the end of your bikini's tie, slowly releasing its knot. You ache with anticipation as he slowly trails back across your stomach to release the tie on the other side. The front of your suit slides down, exposing your cunt to the salt air. An exasperated sigh escapes your lips, desperate for him to touch you where you need it most.

"You were such a tease changing into your swimsuit earlier. So naughty." he teases, "And now we're so impatient. Huh, baby?"

You nod your head. "Please," you whine.

Javi coos in your ear, "I got you." His lips tug at your earlobe.

You watch as his ring-adorned finger slowly navigates toward your lips. Grazing the tip of it along your outer folds until he moves toward your center to capture your arousal along your wet seam. "Oh, she's desperate, isn't she?"

Your brain is dizzy with his relentless teasing. Words fail you; your only response is to buck your hips into his fingers, resolute in your search for relief. You moan as one brushes against your sensitive clit. Finally.

Javi has dragged this out for the both of you too long, having worked himself up. His cock, rock hard, ruts up against the small of your back, seeking friction. His finger sinks into your wet folds, pulsing in and out of your cunt while he thumbs at your clit. You writhe in his arms, head falling back on his shoulder. He whispers into your ear, "So wet, baby. My fingers are just slipping right in. You're always so wet for me."

His other palm ascends your body, reaching the cups of your suit. He yanks the cups down, freeing your tits. Your hardened nipples piercing the air. He cups your tit in his soft hand, pulling the nipple between his fingers. Gently tweaking at it, which triggers your hips to lurch forward into his palm, his fingers deepening their reach inside your pussy until they hit that sweet spongy spot.

The sensations are intense, stimulating all of your senses at once: his gentle, coaxing touch, the cool breeze mixed with the mist of saltwater against your skin, and the thrill of this semi-public display of indecency, knowing that at any point, the boat staff could see this debauchery. Thankfully, they have all signed NDAs. "You're so close. I can feel you squeezing my fingers." he encourages, "Let go for me."

And you do. Your fingers dig into his forearm for purchase as you wail out his name. The sound muffled by waves crashing against the boat as it advances through the water. He works you through your orgasm, the stroke of his fingers slowing as you come down from your climax. As your breathing evens out, you collapse into him, your head resting on his shoulder.

He removes his fingers from you and brings them to his lips. He savors your sweet musk, sucking off your juices from his digits, "mmm, I will never get tired of how you taste."

You tilt your head to meet his lips and moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You feel Javi's hard cock poking into your lower back, too distracted to notice it before. Twisting your arm behind you, you stroke your palm over the front of his suit, feeling the ridges of his length, and he lets out a strangled moan.

Desperate for your touch, he lowers the front of his suit to free his cock. Stroking it, he taps the tip of it against your back, and you feel a bead of precum against your skin. You move your hand over his and stroke in tandem. He collects the leaked precum from his tip to lubricate his strokes. He hisses when you tighten your grip over his. "Mi amor, I will come if you keep doing that."

"We can't have that, can we?"

You lift yourself to hover over his cock. He teases the tip through your slick folds, brushing your clit. You feel a burn in your quads as you lower yourself onto him until he's fully sheathed inside you. "You're just desperate for this cock, huh?"

You answer him by lifting yourself back up until only the tip breaches your entrance, and without warning, spear yourself onto him and begin to ride him in pursuit of another orgasm. Your tits bounce with your movement, and he reaches around to cup them in his hands, kneading them softly. One of his hands lowers to below your waist to your clit. A mixture of circles and taps on your sensitive bud edge you closer to your second release. Your pace quickens, and a wave of ecstasy rolls through you as your cunt pulsates around him.

Before you can come down from your high, he pushes you forward onto all fours in one swift motion. His cock never leaves your tight hole as he kneels behind you. He withdraws until only his tip remains in your warm, wet embrace before he slams back into you. "Fuck!" he grunts, "She's so tight."

Javi begins a steady pace, his hips slapping into your ass. His hands hold onto your hips with a bruising grip, pulling you into him to sync with his thrusts. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each stroke.

"Hnnngh." you moan, "Baby, you're so deep. Fill me up!"

His pace quickens, and his balls tighten as his release draws near. His pelvis pounds into you until, finally, his seed paints your walls. He wraps his arm tight around your waist and collapses into you, his forehead meeting your bare shoulder. He scatters light kisses along your back while his breath returns to normal.

Once he's come to, he draws you back into his lap. His cum dribbles out over his softening cock as he pulls out from you. He reaches over to grab a towel and cleans you both.

You relax into Javi, sated and content, as you watch the sun begin its descent behind the cliffs, painting the sky in orange and pink hues. You could care less that you're still in your fucked out state, half-naked and blissed out. All that matters is that you are in your love's strong arms.

Javi peppers soft kisses along your cheek, "Happy Birthday, mi amor."

Thank you so much for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏻

[odetodilfs]

Kinktober Day 13: Javi Gutiérrez w/overstimulation and bondage.

Pairing: sub!bottom!Javi G x top amab reader.

Tags: Multiple creampies, overstimulation, bondage, degrading, Javi is fucked dumb.

Summary: Javi, the normal looking man that was your boyfriend could turn into a cumdump in bed.

The way Javi looked right now was one of the hottest things you'd seen in your life. Javi looked beautiful like this, a dirty kind of beautiful, his hands were tied up by a rope, his arms were lifted, making himself vulnerable. His legs were also spread wide open in the most whorish manner as his stomach was splattered with the several orgasms he'd had. Going down to his hole, which was now slightly gaping due to the sheer amount of times you'd came inside him was filled to the brim with cum and was leaking out.

You could also hear Javi mumbling sweet dirty nothings as his mind was clouded by overstimulation, but not clouded enough to not gasp when you slid your cock back inside him, "What baby, still not used to my cock?" you said, starting to pound into him, not even giving him a chance to reply. "Fuck- hngh- agh-" he moaned, overstimulated and fucked out.

"God, you're such a fucking slut.." you said as you threw your head back and started jackhammering him. "Stop- stop-" he moaned as his walls tightened around your cock, he'd cum again.. only this time nothing came out. "Fuck baby.." you moaned as you dumped another load inside him as well, Javi was spreading his legs even more open. "Again.." the insatiable bottom said,

"Gonna make you unable to walk tomorrow.." you whispered roughly into his ear, plunging in and out of his hole. He was way too overstimulated to speak, almost fucked out, sobbing as you relentlessly fucked him. You slapped his ass and watched it jiggle, as all he could do was give a little yelp as you just kept on thrusting, you were not going to stop till you were satisfied. You couldn't tell if he was alright, fucked out or had passed out but you couldn't care less.. you were so close to cumming.

The wet noises Javi's hole made with all your cum inside it were tipping you over the edge again, you sped up your pounding as much as humanly possible, Javi whimpered and tightened hard around you, he'd probably came again. You unloaded inside him with a powerful scream, you collapsed on top of him.

"Don't think this ends now, my dear, tomorrow we continue" you remarked as a moan escaped Javi's throat.

[berryispunk]

The Art Of Giving

pairing: Javi Gutierrez x gn! reader

summary: you plan on visting friends up north, your boyfriend isn't prepared so you go shopping.

tags: sweet sweet boy Javi, nicknames (mi sol), kissing, established relationship, brief mention of anxiety, Javi spoiling his partner, no smut, minor mention of smutty thoughts tho, all the fluff, Javi deserves an award for best boyfriend

notes: Hello! this is my very first entry for my own writing challenge I'm hosting over at @fanfictionoverload with @lady-bess ! (still feels weird to say 😵‍💫). moodboard for the vibes made by my angel @frnkiesaviators 🤍

word count: ~ 1k

Your sweet, sweet tanned boyfriend Javi is a lot of things. He’s attentive, kind and the reason you started to believe in mankind again. 

But one thing he isn’t good at is planning ahead. 

The moment you told him you plan on visiting friends in a northern country, where the temperature is cold and the chances are high for snow he blinks at you in disbelief. 

“Snow? As in the cold, powdery thing falling from the sky?”, he asks, almost whining which causes you to laugh.

“Yes, the cold, powdery, real snow. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen snow?”

He looks a bit sheepish as he answers you, rubbing his neck. 

“Well… It’s not like we get much of that where I come from. So I’ve probably never seen it in real life. At least not that I’m aware of…”

You shake your head, grinning as you cross your arms in front of your chest. 

“I guess we have to go shopping for some winter clothing then. I don’t want you to be freezing your cute butt off.”

His answer is a soft scoff and a wide grin, the one you love so much.

A smile so genuine it reaches his eyes, the little wrinkles around his eyes causing you to smile even wider in return. 

A few days later you find yourself in the busy local mall. 

You should have known better than to come here on a Friday afternoon. 

Usually you try to avoid large crowds at all costs, because it makes you nervous to no end. And Javi knows, so as the two of you stroll through the mall his big hand never leaves your lower back, his thumb gently rubbing soothing circles over the fabric of your shirt, guiding you through every narrow alley of people. 

He smiles reassuringly at you at all times, making sure you’re still okay, keeps asking if you need anything or if you want to leave to which you just shake your head. 

You don’t want your anxiety to win again. 

Sweet Javi Gutiérrez, with more money in his bank account than you will ever be able to earn, thrives in crowds of people, unlike you. Something about him draws people in, making them talk to him; asking him for directions or where a certain shop is. Sometimes it annoys you but that’s just the effect he has on people. He’s a walking sunshine with a presence so kind and calming you can't blame them for feeling drawn to him. Hell, it even was one of the first things you noticed about him as well. 

He’s so freaking genuinely authentic it’s almost hard to believe. 

In your mind people who are rich are always entitled, uppish and don’t give a fuck about “mere mortals”. 

But Javi is different. He never, not even once, made you feel worth any less because you’re not upper class. In fact he never even asked about it. The only thing he was interested in was your time and now, your love. You softly raking a hand through his hair, you gently caressing his back when the two of you lay cuddled up on the sofa. The way you look at him when his eyebrows scrunch while he concentrates on doing something.

Javi is a sensitive soul. You noticed that pretty quickly, but especially when he cried while you watched “Paddington 2”. 

At first it had thrown you off a bit, as you were not used to men showing big emotions easily. But over time you’ve learned to cherish it, because it means he’s in touch with his emotions and therefore also aware of your own which shows in the way he handles you. 

He showers you with all the love and affection he can muster and it almost makes you feel invincible.

“Mi sol, you okay?”, he suddenly asks, yanking you back into the present. His brown eyes are full of worry. 

“Oh… yes. Sorry, I was just lost in thought,” you smile apologetically. 

He smiles in return as he leads you into a shop with no price tags.  That's how you know the items in here are expensive. He tells you to take a seat on one of the imposing big salon chairs as he searches for one of the employees. 

You can’t help but look around, taking in the surroundings of this other-worldly experience and your jaw almost drops to the floor. But you find your bearings quickly and instead sink deeper into the chair until Javi returns with an employee who’s got the same exaggerated smile on their face as in every other high-end shop you accompanied him in. 

They talk and you don’t pay proper attention until Javi’s voice is reaching you. 

“Mi sol, you also need a coat, right?”, he asks and you look at him with wide eyes. 

You know what that means so you shake your head. 

“No, I’m good, thank you.”

“Don’t be like that. Let me get one for you.” He pauses for emphasis. “Por favor”. 

Shit. 

His big pleading puppy eyes are lethal every time so you can’t help yourself but nod.

“Good girl,” he praises and it makes your cheeks get hot and the heat pooling in your lower belly. 

You shift a bit in your seat until Javi’s hand is on your waist to help you stand up. 

You leave the store with two coats that cost an astronomically high sum. 

“You know you didn’t have to do that, right Javi?” You search for his eyes. 

As his gaze meets yours he simply says, “I know, but I wanted to. You deserve this,” caressing your upper arm. 

You step closer to him, your hand caressing his cheek gently. 

“Thank you,” you say and capture his lips in a soft kiss that makes him melt immediately into it. 

His hand is on the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss. 

“Let’s get you home,” he purrs and it sounds like a promise for more. 

[osped]

JOSE PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL

HIS CHARACTERS

🌟 Good Morning, Bachelor Nation! 🌟 by @elvinaa

You have a big ass by @pedros-husband

How about 7 Pedros for a minute each? by @oonajaeadira

scary movie typa guy ; genre of movies pedro boys are into by @creedslove

Having Triplets: by @absurdthirst

PEDRO PASCAL

reader calls, telling him they had to go to the emergency room by @judysxnd

he hated the feeling or thought of reader ever leaving ; protective pedro ; blind date ; comforts him ; none of that really matters ; him just loving being a girl dad ; pedro x sick!reader ; whole pregnancy by @talaok (at this point I sould've just put her masterlist link here, lol)

it's not that kind of cold shower (pedro x gn/m!reader) ; 🎯MASTERLIST🎯pedro pascal x gn/m!reader by @pedge-stuff

PERO TOVAR

Pero Tovar and his Guerrera by @prolix-yuy

friend sets Pedro and (y/n) on a blind date by @talaok

take my hand - pero tovar x fem!reader by @pedrito-friskito

Temple of Love ; Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky-stories

OBERYN MARTELL

Window Shopping by @the-dendrophile-bookdragon

Birfday - Oberyn by @writeforfandoms

MARCUS PIKE

I’m Here by @davnittbraes

Forgive These Bones I'm Hiding (Part 2 of 2) by @whataperfectwasteoftime

JAVIER PENA

I know that I shouldn't... but I love you. by @odetodilfs

Nᴏᴛ Iɴᴛᴏ Bᴏʏs (Jᴀᴠɪᴇʀ Pᴇñᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

Crossroads (Javier Peña x AFAB!Reader) ; Narcos Masterlist by @ithebookhoarder 

wait, what? by @plentyoffandoms

Trick and Treat by @jobean12-blog

tolerate it [javi peña x gn!reader] by @mandoalorian

quickie at the party ; LA LLUVIA 🌧️ by @creedslove

JOEL MILLER

the sun will shine again by @foli-vora

loads of hickeys by @talaok

doing a million steps nightly skin care routine ; The Millers 💖 by @creedslove

Joel Miller Masterlist by @jobean12-blog

sated by @softlyspector

Feral Masterlist by @ohraicodoll

"a gentle hand" — joel miller by @louswrld11

All Good Things [a Joel x f!reader fic] by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

a sheep in wolf's clothing by @jupiter-soups

Halloween Special by @strang3lov3

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls

crying for the first time ever by @joels-shitty-puns

grumpy!husband!joel by @cruelfvkingsummer

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Skinny Dipping by @second-axis-point

Kinktober Day 13: Javi Gutiérrez w/overstimulation and bondage. by @odetodilfs

DIN DJARIN

In The Silence by @dindjarindiaries

D.D. - "Then we'll find out together." by @missredherring

Uncut by @beskarandblasters

the cantina by @spctrsgf

trying boba tea for the first time by @toxic-seduction

50. Nothing is wrong with you. 55. I’m not going anywhere. ; Soft!Din by @ezrasbirdie

Familiar & Unfamiliar by @theidiotwhowritesthings

DIETER BRAVO

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #10: Dieter Bravo - A Kiss While Baking by @something-tofightfor

DAVE YORK

Surrogate Love {Dave York x F!Reader} by @absurdthirst

FRANKIE MORALES

Broken by @musings-of-a-rose

sweet treat (frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) by @mrsmando

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ (Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

Telltale Heart by @astroboots

fading ; something new [plus size fem reader] by @ezrasbirdie

MARCUS PIKE

pretending to be him ; RE-ENCOUNTER 🎨 by @creedslove

used by you by @foli-vora 

SILVA

Tʜᴇ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Mᴀɴ (Sɪʟᴠᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

PS : I reblog all this amazing fanfic on my other tumblr account on @uwiuwi. I just like to reread, but it got me so stressfull when my main blog so full with reblogs, so I make this masterlist for my future self. I hope none of the authors of the fanfics I put in here mad. Sorry and Thank you for your hardwork guys.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Ivy & Stone, Chapter Twelve: An Arrival In The Countryside

pairing: victorian au!javi gutiérrez x oc (Florence Bell)/victorian au!frankie morales x Florence

rating: M (lots and lots of pining and angst, one mild steamy moment but nothing explicit, a whole lotta these three breaking my heart)

wc: 3.2k

series masterlist

“Oh, look, my love!” called Poppy as she stood near the window beside their seats on the ship, her button nose practically pressed up against the glass. “I think that’s the harbor.”

Frankie closed the book in his lap and set it in the seat beside him before standing behind her to look out of the window, the sight of England so close stirring feelings of nostalgia and guilt in his gut.

“You’re quite right,” he said, swallowing down the worry that crept up his throat. Poppy turned to look at him, their bodies so close that one rock of the ship would have them sharing a kiss, and pressed a hand against his chest.

“Are you excited to be home?” she asked in a shaky whisper, her focus clearly on the soft bow of his lips.

“I am,” he answered truthfully. “But I must admit that I am also a bit nervous to see how things have changed, how…how my home has changed.”

“It hasn’t been that long since you’ve gone away, my love,” she smiled, lifting her eyes to meet his. “I am sure everything is just as you left it.”

“I don’t think it could ever be,” he said, though she had little idea as to what he really meant.

“Mr. Morales, do you have a moment?” Mr. Bell stepped over with a glass of whiskey in one of his hands. Poppy stepped away from both of them with a polite nod, choosing to sit beside Anna and her betrothed while the men chatted. Frankie resumed his spot at his seat while Mr. Bell sat in front of him, crossing one leg over the other. “I wanted to speak with you for a moment before our journey concludes.”

“What would you like to speak about?” Frankie asked, his thumbs anxiously brushing over the expensive material of his trousers, a luxury he could only afford thanks to the employment of the man in front of him.

“Well, as you know, I’ve heard all about the situation at the Bell House, and unlike my brother who has little sympathy in regards to matters of the heart, I am a romantic,” he smiled. “And as a romantic, I feel overwhelmed by the thought of you and my niece reuniting only for her to find that you’ve already promised yourself to another, but it isn’t my feelings on the matter that I wish to discuss. No, I’m much more concerned with your feelings.”

Frankie took in a deep breath and flashed his eyes over to Poppy who sat laughing with her hand over her mouth at a crude drawing of Anna’s, her poise and beauty a stark contrast to everyone around her. He found himself wishing that this radiance she exuded was enough to rid him of all thoughts of Florence, but no matter how hard he willed it, he could not stop his thoughts.

“I suppose I’m feeling overwhelmed as well,” Frankie said. “I…have the ability to comprehend that Poppy is the best thing for me, that this life I’m living in America is the most luxurious I’ve ever lived, but deep inside, I still feel like that orphan boy from the countryside who’s sick in love with a woman I can never have. A woman that I’m not even sure thinks of me. And all I do is think of her, day and night. She…has affected everything. If the air is warm, the clouds are gone, the sky is blue, I can almost feel myself in that garden again. I can almost feel her skin beneath my fingertips. It’s…a sickness I cannot shake or treat.”

“And your solution to rid yourself of this sickness, as you call it, is to promise your life away to a woman? A perfectly fine woman that still has time left to find a man who adores her like you do my niece?” he chuckled. “I thought you were a smarter man than that, Mr. Morales.”

“Florence is moving on with her life,” Frankie shrugged. “It’s only fair that I should move on with my own.”

“Ah, that would be true if my niece was indeed moving on as you say, but I have yet to receive an invitation to any ceremony,” he countered. “How many engagements have you known to go on for nearly half a year in these times? I can’t say I’ve ever met a couple who lasted longer than three months before wedding.”

“I believe that she loves him, and that she will marry him,” Frankie said in a hushed voice, as though he could hardly will himself to say it. “And even so, Lord and Lady Bell would never allow it—“

“Not to a poor man,” Mr. Bell smirked. “You’re no longer a poor man.”

“To Lady Elizabeth, I will always be a poor man,” Frankie argued.

“Perhaps,” Mr. Bell weighed his head to the side. “Perhaps her opinion will change once she sees what you’ve made of yourself.”

“Even so—“

“I’ve never seen a man so in love and so afraid of it being reciprocated,” Mr. Bell noted. “Let us imagine for a moment, shall we? If my dear niece were to show up at this wedding and lay eyes on you, would you run to her or from her?”

“I’d hide before she can see me,” he quipped.

“Be serious, now,” Mr. Bell scolded. “What would instinct have you do?”

“I suppose I’d stand still,” he said. “I’d give her the chance to decide whether or not she wanted to acknowledge me.”

“And then?”

“And then,” Frankie shook his head and let out a chuckle. “And then I’d ruin myself over her. A million times over if that’s what she’d ask of me.”

“And then you’d tell her of your engagement? After you’ve allowed her to ruin you?” he asked.

“If I allowed her to ruin me, there would be no engagement,” he said simply, as though there was no room for any other possibility.

“If all it takes is one look, one moment of her acknowledging your existence to leave Miss Poppy, do you really think this engagement will last the rest of the summer?”

Frankie looked at him for a moment, stunned by his question, before shaking his head in puzzlement.

“I do not know,” he said defeatedly. “I hope.”

“I certainly haven’t missed England,” Javi commented, glancing out of the window of the carriage as he sat in front of Florence, Leo at his side coloring. “At least the weather is favorable.”

Florence sighed, her behind aching from the long and bumpy ride that’s taken them a week so far. The only reprieve the trio had was in the evenings when they’d check into their respective rooms at various countryside inns, the watchful eyes of the old innkeepers forcing Javi and Florence from sneaking into each other’s rooms.

“I will go mad if I stay in this carriage another day,” she declared, laying across the padded bench dramatically. “Please tell me this is our last day of travel?”

An empathetic frown grew on Javi’s face as he turned to look at her in all her agony and boredom.

“The footman thinks it’ll take another day at the very least,” he said. “I apologize, mi vida. I wish I could simply snap a finger and have us there at your family estate.”

“Can’t we stay at your home?” she asked.

“I suppose, but—“

“I don’t care to spend a single evening under the same roof as my entire family,” she continued, sitting up.

“Anna will be distracted with her fiancé,” Leo chimed in, a hopeful lilt to his voice. “Please, Flo, stay with us.”

“Leo, it’s not as simple—“

“Is it Mr. Frankie you’re worried about?” he asked, too young to realize the extent of the valley between Florence and Frankie, not to mention the animosity between him and Javi.

“I have no thoughts or opinions on Mr. Morales,” she said full of pride, her arms crossing over her shoulders. “Besides, I doubt very seriously that mother will let him into the home after everything.”

“Well, I cannot wait to see him. I want to ask him about America, about the ship he took, about the ocean, about—“

Javi cleared his throat as jealousy crept up from his chest, pulling Florence’s gaze to his.

“Perhaps we should stop for the evening,” she suggested, reaching her hand across the space between them to touch his knee. “Where are we?”

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say we’re just south of London, but I’m not certain,” he said, resting his hand over hers and lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ll ring for the footman to stop.”

“Thank you, my sweet love,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

“My darling!” Lord Bell called as Anna stepped out of the carriage with an uncharacteristic smile, her arms thrown over his shoulders as she welcomed him in for a hug. “How was your journey?”

“It was wonderful, father,” she beamed, letting go of him to turn around and meet her fiancé’s eyes. “I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Andrew York.”

“Hello,” Lord Thomas greeted the young man, holding his hand out for him to shake. “I heard you’re an Ivy League man.”

“I am, indeed,” Andrew smiled. “I graduated just last year and have begun working at my father’s firm.”

“Law?”

“Finance,” he clarified. “Mr. Bell introduced us.”

“Ah, yes, where is my dear younger brother?”

Joseph climbed out of the carriage after Frankie, the two of them helping Poppy out before Joseph made his way over.

“Tommy,” Joseph grinned, tugging his brother in for a tight, albeit rough, embrace. “How’s Lizzie?”

“She’s inside with Benjamin and Maribel,” Lord Thomas replied, his eyes trained on Frankie as he remained by the carriage, clearly on edge being back at the estate. “I wasn’t aware you were bringing…guests.”

“Oh, Mr. Morales? He’s proven to be quite a good friend to me,” Joseph said, pulling away from his brother to give him a warning look. “He’s my guest, Thomas. More than that, he was a fine employee to you and your family.”

“Fine is an interesting word to use,” Thomas chided before looking back at Frankie and Poppy, forcing a smile onto his face. “Mr. Morales, what a pleasure to have you back.”

“Thank you, sir,” Frankie nodded politely.

“And who is this?”

“This is my…fiance,” Frankie managed, the word feeling strange on his tongue now that he was back home. “Poppy Greenier.”

“French?” Thomas asked.

“My grandfather was a frenchman, yes,” she smiled, unaware of the tension. “Though by now, I would say we’re all very American.”

“Charming,” Thomas forced a chuckle. “Well, Mr. Morales, I’m afraid we have quite a full house. Would you mind staying in the cottage?”

“Of course not,” he answered quickly, the thought of being back in his home acting as an anchor in this turbulent sea of tension and nostalgia.

“Very good,” he nodded. “Miss Greenier, I’ll have one of our maids show you to your room. Dinner will be served within the hour.”

“Thank you dearly for your hospitality,” she choked. “Your home is the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You can thank my wife for that,” Thomas laughed sincerely, taken by Poppy’s warmth just like everyone else she came in contact with.

Frankie placed a kiss onto Poppy’s hand and bid her goodbye before making his way through the overgrown and under-watered garden, the sight alone stinging his chest like a stab wound to the heart, to his little cottage that rested on the edge of the property. He sighed at the state of the place he used to call home, the ivy leaves he’d take care to manicure now growing wildly over the dusty window. With a gentle shove to open the creaky, wooden door, Frankie let his eyes close as the familiar smell of wood and linen flooded his nostrils, the scent taking him back to the summer previous when he’d spend every single night reading to Florence after carefully taking her apart, only to do it all again.

A lump grew in his throat as he ran his fingers over the mantle of the fireplace, his fingertips turning black with dust and soot, much like how he imagined the state of his heart would be if he could take it out and hold it in his hands.

All the nights spent here, before and after her, it all came back to him in an instant.

This was his home, this was where he longed to be, this was the life he wanted to live.

America had given him plenty, and any normal man would’ve been satisfied with wealth and freedom and a beautiful, gentle woman on their arm, but Frankie had never considered himself a normal man. He was too gentle, to solemn, too introspective to crave anything but the green around him and that complicated and beautiful woman he once knew.

Sighing again, he slouched down onto the beat up sofa, his elbows on his knees and face in his hands as he thought hard about the last year and the choices he’d made. If only he would’ve pressed harder, he would be with her now. Perhaps not here, but somewhere they could call their own. A tiny cottage in the woods where they could stay up all night talking if they wanted, a garden that they could share without fear of being caught, perhaps even a family of their own that could be raised away from all of the classism and societal pressures that drove Florence away in the first place.

Needing a moment to himself before having to put on a brave face, Frankie got up and crawled into his old bed, the sheets and blanket a little less than clean, but he didn’t mind. If he pressed his nose into the pillow he swore he could smell her rose scented perfume, and when he hugged his blanket to his body, it almost felt like he was holding her. For now, this would have to do. A fantasy would have to get him by, because what else could? Certainly not the people inside the manor an acre away, not even the person he impulsively chose to spend the rest of his life with.

Florence, Leo, and Javi had all gotten settled at their inn for the night in Swanley, their stomachs filled with a potato soup cooked by the wife of the innkeeper. Florence and Leo shared a room while Javi slept by himself, tossing and turning with the thought of Florence and Frankie’s reunion.

Florence couldn’t sleep either, her little brother’s snoring and the large oak tree outside of the inn scraping against the window keeping her from finding any real rest. Turning to her brother in the next bed, she waited a moment before whispering his name to make sure he was fast asleep, and when she was met with no response, she carefully and quietly peeled her blanket back and stood up, creeping towards the door and opening it. With a watchful eye, she looked down the hallway and staircase for any sign of the innkeeper, but it seemed both he and his wife were fast asleep. Tiptoeing across the hall to Javi’s room, she slowly turned the knob and peeked her head in, finding him wide awake, sitting at his desk sketching.

“Javi,” she whispered, watching as his head snapped over in her direction, his eyes widening as she let herself in and walked to where he sat.

“My love,” he whispered back. “What if the innkeeper—“

“No one’s awake,” she assured, lifting her nightgown to sit around her thighs as she threw one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Javi’s hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer as she leaned in and kissed his neck.

“I want you,” she whispered, kissing her way up to his lips, her hips rocking against his. “No…I need you, Javi.”

Javi wanted to reciprocate, but his worries kept him from enjoying the moment, and when she reached down between their bodies, she found him soft. Pulling back, she studied his eyes with a furrow in her brow.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hardly audible. “I want to, but—“

“No,” she nodded and climbed off of him, her eyes fixing on the hardwood beneath her feet as she nervously combed her curls behind her ear. “It was wrong of me to assume—“

“Florence,” Javi said, standing and settling his hands on either side of her face. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to touch you, but…I have too much on my mind.”

“Such as?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his round, chocolate orbs. Javi shook his head and pursed his lips, unable to voice his fears to her.

“I don’t wish to burden you as well,” he said.

“If I’m to be your wife, aren’t I meant to share the burden?” she asked, her brows lacing together in mild irritation at his constant need to shield her. “Javi, I am a grown woman, I can handle the realities of the world we’re in. Is it your art? Your finances? Your father? I can take some of this weight off you if you let me—“

“It’s not yours to bear,” he said, pulling away from her and walking to the bed to settle into it. “You can stay with me if you’d like, but—“

“If I’d like?” she laughed incredulously, shaking her head at him. “I think I’d rather sleep alone.”

“As you wish,” he managed, though his heart ached with hurt caused by his own internal war.

He watched her as she rolled her eyes and walked out of his room, gently shutting the door behind her. He almost would’ve preferred if she’d slammed it, her gentle resignation stabbing him in the chest. Standing back up, he walked over to the desk, opening his sketchbook to stare at his drawing—Florence’s face sketched in charcoal. He wondered how many pages of his notebook were filled with her likeness, how many hours he’d spent drawing and imagining her. Sometimes he worried that he knew those images better than he knew her as a person, but it was easier to fall in love with a two-dimensional imagining than it was proving to be with the real thing. Those drawings would never leave him, never betray or lie to him, but Florence could. One look at Frankie and she might be lost forever.

Only time could tell.

[freakrenaissance]

::sigh::... sweet javi 😌 this was so adorable 😍 perfect way to start the day

A Javi Drabble

JAVI GUTIÉRREZ X READER

WORD COUNT: 565ish

SUMMARY: Javi and Reader get engaged.

A/N: Javi reminds me of my honey. And the way in which we got engaged feels very Javi to me.

You and Javi had already made a promise to each other months ago. In the middle of the night, after sharing his then secret desire to leave the family "business" and write screenplays.

When you talked about telling people he told you, his family won't take it seriously until there is a ring on your finger.

“Isn't that usually the bride's family's job… traditionally speaking?" You laughed, "still dumb, of course”

“I know it is, but they just… they think I’m um… flighty, maybe?” He said apologetically.

You kissed him and told him it was fine.

So, with your best friend to help, he went to the jewelry district and picked out a ring.

Today, he planned to pick it up and give it to you at a romantic dinner. 

But he'd gotten distracted, again. 

He has trouble saying no to people. 

Now he is running late and has to pick you up from work first and then go get the ring. 

Not ideal, not the romantic movie scenario he'd written in his head. He isn't an actor or a director… he knows what he wants to happen, but not always how to make it happen, just how he envisions it. 

Javi explains as you walk to the car together,  apologizing profusely, but you know him and love him. And this is just him.

“I know you do not mind, mi amor, but I do. I must learn to manage my time better…” He kisses your face, each cheek, your nose, and forehead, with an 'I’m sorry' after each one. Finally, he kisses your lips, where he lingers. But when you attempt to deepen the kiss he yelps, looking at his watch-

"We've got to get here before they close!"

You walk into the Jewelers building, ride the elevator, and just as you get to the shop, he  stops you at the door.

“Can you wait here? I don't want you to see yet.” 

You huff a laugh and nod.

He disappears into the shop, and you wait several moments. When he pops out of the shop, a bounce to his step, and his eyes dance with excitement. At the end of the hall, he turns you around, ring in hand.

“I thought you didn’t want…”

He sneaks a kiss.

“Please marry me?”

“We established that already, silly!” You laugh again, “are we doing this in the hall?”

“Yes, we are doing this in the hall!” Javi exclaimes as he gets down on his knee, holding the ring up.

It's as beautiful just as you had talked about. Your favorite gemstone with smaller diamonds on either side... they are bigger than you thought they would be.

“The diamonds are my from my abuelas' rings, I had the jeweler put them into the setting. You said that diamonds are beautiful, but you didn't want to add to the whole ‘blood diamond’ thing, so...”

“You did that for me?” Your eyes well up at the gesture, “I love having tokens from your grandmothers.” 

“They're very excited, mostly to get me married off. They started talking about great-grandkids right away” he laughs uncomfortably, thinking perhaps he shouldn't have told you that.

“I’m ready to have kids when you are, Javi!”

“You are?”

“We aren’t in our twenties anymore, I probably have to get going if we are going… But um, one step at a time, right?”

“One step at a time, mi vida," he nods as he slips the glittering ring on your finger, in the hall, on the 3rd floor of the Jeweler’s Building.

THANKS FOR READING💚

[iamsherlocked-1998]

Random things ✨

Hello! Now that I have a few days free thought about publishing some imagines that I have already written. It would be fun to accept ideas, so if there is something you would like me to write, you are free to suggest it, in general I like almost all of Pedro's characters, but the following are my favorites and I am most familiar with them:

-Din Djarin.

-Joel Miller.

-Oberyn Martell.

-Javi Gutiérrez.

I don't do pedro pascal x reader, have no problem with these stories but I prefer (personally) not to do fiction with real people. Otherwise I don't mind writing something with a sexual theme or that touches on sensitive/dark topics.

Have a nice day 💕

[yearofcreation2023]

Year of Themed Creations: June 2023 Collection (in progress)

WORDS:

The Compass Part 1 and Part 2 by @never-doubt - Year of Soulmates Shang-Chi is given a gift in Ta Lo, a compass that points to his soulmate. He's not sure he wants to find them, until it points to the historian sorcerer sent to help him figure out the Ten Rings by Wong. Can Shang-Chi figure out what to do with this compass? With his supposed soulmate? (Shang-Chi x Female!Reader)

Litha by @grogusmum - Wheel of the Year A Javi and the Beekeeper Summer Solstice Story. (JAVI GUTIÉRREZ X GN!READER)

Fifty Shades of Orange by @all-the-things-2020 - Year of Fandom Crossovers Fandom Crossover: The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Dieter Bravo unexpectedly joins the crew of the Heart of Gold. (Dieter Bravo)

To Your Rescue by @flightlessangelwings​ - Year of Protectiveness Dialogue prompt- “ hurry! take my hand! “ Action prompt- [ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire. (Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader)

Destroy All Comers by @captainsophiestark​ - Year of Olympians When Y/N's regular co-coach, Dick Grayson, is called away during an important period in the 8th grade girls' basketball season, Jason Todd has to step in and take his place.  (Jason Todd x Reader)

Candles by @keldabe-kriff​ - Year of Small Joys Enjoy my June entry for @yearofcreation2023! Made it to 902 words this time. Just a bit of quiet and comfort with Joel x Reader at the barest beginning hints of a soon-to-bloom romance. Little bit of soft and awkward Joel. (Joel Miller x Reader)

Saying I Love You With a Letter by @songsformonkeys​ - Year of Saying I Love You You receive a letter from Ezra. (Ezra x reader)

First Kill by @hopeamarsu​ - Year of Firsts The suits and ties he wears to work, while a good disguise, will never be him. And no therapy will ever fix and make him right, no matter how the government thinks it can. (Dave York)

F is for Forced Orgasms / Fucking Machines by @butchmandalorian​ - Year of ABCs of Kink This particular fic was inspired by this ask I answered from @faebirdie way back in December. Also, if you want a reference for the hogtie I wrote in for the reader, you can see that here from The Duchy under "heavy elbow." Enjoy! (Agent Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x afab!reader)

We Came Along This Road by @insomniamamma​ - Year of Kisses This one got angsty and a bit personal. My little boy had colic and my milk mostly dried up at around 6 months, but I had to start supplementing with formula long before that. Colic’s a funny thing. It really does sort itself out at around 3 months, but those three months are a fucking eternity. Silver Airways is a real regional airline serving the south eastern United States, the Bahamas and Caribbean. Since Triple Frontier was set in Florida, I figured this in an airline Frankie could fly for. His job would probably involve multiple short-hop flights a day. (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Is This How It Ends Pt. 3 by @artemiseamoon​ - Year of Whump Memories from the past haunt Rhea as she reflects on a moment that could be the cause of Santiago's personality change. (Dark! Pope, TF guys, OC| Frankie x OC)

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[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Does It Feel Like Christmas Now?

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: Javi's not feeling too festive this year, his best friend Nic can't make his annual Christmas party... guess it's up to you to cheer up the handsome party host. Warnings: smut, fingering, 69, oral (m & f receiving), javi eats ass, cum eating, weed use, alcohol, muppet christmas carol, i just really want to touch javi's stomach, like this is just a bit of plot and story so that javi g can get his dick sucked. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Words: 3,600

Written for the lovely @beefrobeefcal Disaster Control challenge. Merry Christmas Beefy! I've LOVED getting to know you and partake in the unhinged with you. 💕🥩

Masterlist

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Javi stands at the balcony lit in twinkling lights overlooking the ocean. Normally, this time of year fills him with joy, his mind dancing with the singing of the street corner choir, going home and getting warm by the fire. Because he knows it’s true wherever you find love it feels like Christmas. 

But this December, a melancholy has settled over. His sweet reunion with his friend this year will not be happening. 

He sighs and turns back to survey the scene of his staff setting up everything for his annual Christmas party. The ballroom of his mansion has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Enormous fir trees with their branches laden with shimmering ornaments and lights stand in each corner. Silver and gold tinsel drapes from the vaulted ceiling. Garlands of holly and ivy wind their way along the walls. Crystal chandeliers hang adorned with red velvet bows and clusters of mistletoe. Red and green spotlights dance along the marble dance floor. Well, at least all of his friends will have fun tonight.

How could he possibly enjoy his legendary Christmas soiree without Nic? For the past few years, Nicolas Cage has been the life of Javi’s annual yuletide bash. And now, with Nic all the way back home in Hollywood filming the newest installment of Cage Chronicles there was just no way he could make his way to Majorca.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas. 

—-

“What in the world?” you ask, mouth agape at the sight ahead of you. A palatial estate lays ahead of you as your friend Clara navigates the winding driveway. “How the hell did you work this invite out?”

Clara flashes a mischievous grin as she pulls the tiny Fiat up to the valet. “Let’s just say I have connections in high places,” she says with a wink.

“So, that guy you’ve been seeing?” you ask as the valet in a crisp red uniform opens your door.

“Yep,” she responds, punctuating the p. “It’s his cousin Javi’s party. Come on now, let’s get fucked up.”

Soft strains of “White Christmas” drift from inside as you approach the grand entrance. The massive oak doors swing open, revealing a scene that looks straight out of a Christmas movie. Your eyes widen as you take in everything before you. A waiter approaches with a tray of champagne flutes. You take one, the bubbles tickling your nose as you sip the crisp and obviously expensive champagne.

"Holy shit," you whisper to Clara. "This is insane.”

Clara tugs at your arm, pulling you towards a room where the music grows louder. As you enter the ballroom, your jaw drops at the spectacle ahead of you. Beautiful people all clad in beautiful outfits and jewels talk, laugh, and dance as a live band plays.

You scan the room, trying to take it all in. Your eyes landing on a man standing alone near one of the enormous Christmas trees. He’s impeccably dressed with a charming smile on his face, but there’s something melancholic that lines his features. He’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

His dark hair is slicked back, his broad body clad under a tailored suit, his deep brown eyes survey the room—until they settle on you.

With a slight nod of his head, he raises his champagne glass in a greeting before taking a sip. His gaze intensifies as it travels up your body. And just as you feel the heat of his gaze land on your eyes, Clara pulls you away.

“Come on, Alejandro’s outside,” she shouts over the band.

You follow her reluctantly, feeling the handsome stranger’s eyes on you as you move to the breath-taking veranda.

Clara squeals with delight as she spots Alejandro, she thrusts her drink in your hand before rushing over to plant a kiss on his cheek. You stay behind, feeling slightly out of place.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of pine and salty sea air as Clara and Alejandro chat animatedly. You love Clara, she’s your closest friend in your college’s abroad program, but she’s much more of a social butterfly than you are… especially when it comes to men. 

You can already tell it’s going to be another night of you standing alone in a pretty dress while Clara has all of the fun. You guzzle down the rest of your champagne before starting on Clara’s flute.

The breeze chills your skin… someone really should have warned you about the chill that blows off the Mediterranean Sea in December. The velvet of your short, red dress does nothing to warm you. At least the party inside looks warm. 

"I’m going to get a refill,” you announce to the two lovebirds enamored with each other. swallowing down the rest of your champagne.

“Have fun!” Clara giggles as Alejandro nuzzles against her neck.

Weaving through all of the sequins and tuxedos, you spot a waiter and snag another flute of champagne, downing half of it in one gulp.

It’s too hectic in this fancy ballroom, Clara really got you with the promise of free booze. This mansion looks more like a castle… you wonder just how many rooms are in this place. Curiosity gets the best of you as you sneak off past the ballroom doors, your heels clicking against the polished marble floor of a long, dimly lit hallway. At the end of the hall, a door sits slightly ajar with a familiar song floating out of it. 

A cup of kindness that we share with anotherA sweet reunion with a friend or a brotherIn all the places you find love, it feels like Christmas

The familiar lyrics of “It Feels Like Christmas” beckons you toward the dark room.

You peek inside, of course this mega mansion has a home theatre. A lone person silhouetted by the screen sits on a plush couch at the front.

The person turns at the sound of your heels, your eyes adjust to the darkness, before realizing it’s the handsome man from earlier. His eyes widen slightly in recognition.

“I’m sorry, “ you stammer, suddenly feeling quite foolish. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I—the party was just a lot.”

He smiles warmly, the sadness in his eyes lifting slightly. “No—no need to apologize. Please, join if you’d like, I could use the company,” he says, his voice deep and accented. Of course his accent would be just as beautiful as him.

You make your way down the aisle before settling on the seat next to him. He sits up straighter, his jacket discarded and his tie loosened.

“A classic,” you quietly say.

He nods, his eyes fixed on the screen. “It’s mine and Nic’s favorite. We’d watch it every year after the party.” “Nic?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

He chuckles softly. “Nicolas Cage. He’s usually the life of this party, but this year he couldn't make it," he explains with a wistful tone in his voice.

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Nicolas Cage? As in, the actor? Like—as in Spider-Noir or ‘NOT THE BEEEEES!‘ Nic Cage?”

He nods, a fond smile playing on his lips. “Yes. He is one of my closest friends. This party just doesn’t feel the same without him.”

You’re stunned into silence, processing the surprise revelation. “He’s my favorite actor.”

“He’s mine too,” he says, turning to you, his eyes glistening with a wide smile across his face, you notice a deep dimple on his cheek. You can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to dip your tongue in the divot of it. “I’m Javi,” he says, extending his hand towards you.

You give him your name, shaking his hand. His large hand engulfs yours with a firm, warm grip.

“You certainly know how to throw a great party out there Javi.”

He nods with a hum of agreement.

“Did you want a drink?” he asks.

You nod, grateful for the offer. “That sounds lovely, thank you.” Javi stands, moving to a small bar tucked in the corner and pours two lowball glasses with amber liquid.

“I hope whiskey is alright,” he says, handing you one of the glasses.

You take a sip, the smoky flavor warming you from the inside out. "It's perfect," you reply, settling back into the plush seat.

As the movie plays on, you find yourself relaxing, the whiskey and Javi's presence melting away the awkwardness you felt earlier. Javi lights up a joint, and offers it to you, which you gratefully accept and take a hit.

Of course it’s good weed, so good, you have a bit of a coughing fit after your first inhale. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, his hand coming up to rest on your back, running soothing lines up and down it. “Your dress is so soft.” 

His touch both heats and soothes your body, even more than the whiskey and weed.

His hand stays on your back, still running slightly up and down your dress as the two of you laugh at the antics of Gonzo and Rizzo, recite lines along with the Muppets, and hum softly to the familiar songs.

Javi seems to cheer up, his earlier melancholy fading as he laughs along with you and shares stories about watching it with Nic.

Rizzo and Gonzo disguise themselves as busts. 

“This is my favorite part,” you smile. 

You feel Javi’s eyes on you instead of the screen, his gaze intense, filled with something you can’t quite sense. You feel heat creep up your neck as you look at him.

"You have a beautiful smile,” he says softly.

You lean closer, he smells of sandalwood and citrus.

“I like your smile too,” you say, earning an adoring smile from him.

He moves his hand, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer, shocking you as you try to calm your now racing heart.

You steal glances of Javi throughout the movie, the soft glow from the screen lighting his profile. You follow the strong line of his jaw and the curve of his plush lips up to his sharp nose. 

Scrooge begins his transformation from miser to charitable hero, but you find it increasingly difficult to focus on the story. Javi’s fingers trace lazy circles on the bare skin of your arm, before they move to the nape of your neck, massaging the sensitive skin there.

You shift slightly in your seat, pressing closer to Javi and letting out a soft moan as his thumb brushes against your collarbone.

The liquor, his touch, and his handsome face drives you wild.

The credits roll, your heart drops as he pulls his arm away. He turns to you, his eyes dark. “This has been fun, thanks for keeping me company.”

His voice is deep, his big, brown eyes roam your face. Your mouth opens, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, trying to figure out what to say to keep him here with you. He leans in closer, his eyes flickering to your lips. His warm breath hits your skin, smelling of whiskey, weed, and mint.

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. You lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips meet yours.

His lips are soft, his kiss is sweet. He pulls you closer as his tongue traces the seam of your lips. You part your lips with a soft gasp, tasting the whiskey and peppermint that lingers on his tongue. His hand slides down your back, gripping your ass and scooting you into his lap. You eagerly climb atop him and moan into his mouth, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. 

He nips at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, you return the favor earning a low growl from Javi that vibrates against your lips.

You part for air, both of you breathing heavily.

Javi rests his forehead against yours, his eyes dark as they meet yours. “Would you like to continue this evening—maybe somewhere more private?”

Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, unable to find the words. Javi stands, offering his hand to help you up. He leads you out of the theatre and through winding corridors, the sounds of the party grows fainter.

You ascend a grand staircase, your fingers intertwined with his. Ornate oil paintings and gilded mirrors line the walls. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but when a man who looks like Javi offers you a more private place to take you to, you say yes.

He stops before an intricately carved mahogany door, fishing a key from his pocket. The lock clicks open, and Javi ushers you inside with a gentle hand on the small of your back.

You gasp as you enter. The room is enormous, easily the size of your entire apartment. A massive four-poster bed dominates one wall, draped in rich fabric. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the moonlit ocean.

“Oh my god, Javi, this is gorgeous.”

He smiles warmly at you.

"You know, I wasn't sure I'd enjoy tonight at all. But you've made this evening so much brighter. Thank you for that." He steps closer, his hand cupping your cheek. "I'd like to show my appreciation, if you'll let me."

He leans in, his lips barely brushing yours. “How would you like to do that?” you whisper.

His brown eyes darken. "I want to taste you," he growls, his accent thicker with arousal.

You nod, unable to speak.

Javi starts to guide you towards the bed, but then pauses. "Oh, one moment," he says, moving to his dresser.

You watch, puzzled, as he gently turns around a stuffed Paddington Bear plush perched there. "Wouldn't want him to see," Javi explains with a playful wink.

You giggle as Javi’s hands slide to your waist. “Now where were we?” he asks, his hands sliding to your hips and pulling you flush against his body. His kiss makes you melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

His hands find the zipper of your dress and slowly lowers it, the cool breeze from the windows hits your skin as the fabric pools at your feet. His warm palms slide up to trace the lace edge of your bra.

He guides you backwards until your legs hit the bed, he eases you down onto the silky sheets, your skin sliding easily as you scoot back, resting your head on the mountain of pillows as he crawls over you.

His lips trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You arch into him as he lavishes attention on your collarbone, nipping and sucking. His stubble scratches deliciously against your sensitive skin.

He makes quick work of your bra clasp before he slowly peels the lace away, revealing your breasts to his hungry gaze.

A needy whimper escapes you as he takes one hardened peak into his mouth. His tongue swirls around your nipple as his hand kneads your other breast.

Carding your fingers through his soft, thick hair, you moan his name as he switches his attention to your other breast, worshipping it with the same dedication.

His lips continue their journey down your body, pressing feather-light kisses across your ribcage and stomach. Your hips buck involuntarily as he nips at the sensitive skin below your navel.

Javi hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, looking up at you with a silent question in his eyes. You nod eagerly, lifting your hips to help him slide the lace down your legs.

He settles between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your pussy already wet for him. You tremble as he places a tender kiss on your inner thigh.

"Relax, mi amor," Javi murmurs. "Let me take care of you."

Your head hits the pillow, a long groan escaping your lips when he first tastes you. He laps at you with long, broad strokes before sealing his mouth over your clit. Your fingers tangle in the silky sheets as he sucks and flicks his tongue in maddening patterns.

A thick finger slips inside you, his tongue on your clit and his finger pumping in and out already has your legs trembling.

Your back arches off the bed as Javi works you. His free hand grips your thigh, holding you steady as you begin to shake.

"Javi," you gasp, your voice breathy and desperate. "I'm so close."

He hums against you, before pulling away, his handsome face slick with your wet. He smiles his devilish smile.

“I love doing this, you taste so good.”

He stretches you with another finger and curls both up, as he slowly fucks you, slow and deliberate, dragging in and out, driving you crazy. 

With a long, deep swirl of his tongue, you cry out Javi's name. Your fingers and toes curl while your heart shatters against your chest. Your orgasm pulses through you, your body feels like it’s floating above the obviously expensive silk sheets. Javi gently swirls and laps his tongue all over your pulsing pussy until you become too sensitive.

“S-s-stop, t-too much, oh my god,” you stutter, your body quaking from his attention.

Javi chuckles against you before pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down from your high. He moves back up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, imparting your taste against your lips.

His still-clothed body covers your naked body on his bed. Your fingers move clumsily, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against yours.

He breaks the kiss, chuckling softly. “Patience, mi amor,” he whispers, sitting back on his haunches and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. You watch, mesmerized, as he reveals his tanned, toned chest and plush belly. He tosses his shirt aside, your hands immediately run over his smooth skin, reveling in the way he twitches under your touch. Your hands run down to the waistband of his dress pants.

“Off,” you say, tugging at his belt. He chuckles, quickly unbuckling and removing his pants and boxers.

He’s gorgeous, your eyes widen as you take in the sight of him. His thick cock lays hard against his stomach, already leaking for you. Wrapping your hand around him and stroking him lightly, a groan escapes his lips, his hips bucking into your touch.

You want him in your mouth, you want to know what he tastes like. You sit up, pushing him onto his back. “I want to taste you too.”

He groans. “Yes, mi amor. Come here,” he says, pulling you to straddle his face in reverse.

Leaning forward and bracing yourself on his thick thighs, you lower your mouth to his cock and lick a long stripe up his wide shaft. He moans, the vibrations tickling against your folds as he begins to devour you.

He’s velvety smooth in your mouth, hard and musky. His hips twitching as you suck against his head before taking him down your throat.

Javi licks and sucks against your clit, his fingers sliding in and out of your pussy, earning moans around his cock. You relax your throat, taking him even deeper as his fingers pump faster inside you.

He grips your ass, kneading the flesh as he devours you. Your orgasm shows itself again, your core and body coiling tighter with each swirl of his tongue.

Javi’s cock twitches in your mouth as you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks to suck him harder. His hips moving in shallow thrusts as he fucks your mouth.

“Close,” he grits as you cry around his cock, he slips his fingers out of you. His strong hands knead and spread your ass cheeks, exposing you fully to his hungry mouth. You gasp around his cock as his tongue draws a path from your pussy to your ass. His tongue circles your puckered hole before dipping inside. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before—and you’re doing it with a gorgeous man who you just met at his lavish Christmas party.

Javi groans, the vibrations traveling through you as he works you with his mouth. His tongue darts from your clit to your entrance to your ass in an unpredictable pattern that leaves you dizzy. You're trembling, teetering on the edge of bliss.

"Javi," you whimper against his cock.

He groans, his grip tightens on your ass as his tongue delves deeper, pushing you over the precipice. You cry out around his cock, your body shaking as your second orgasm crashes over you. You suck him harder, taking him all the way down to your throat, choking on his length.

The sensation proves too much for him. With a deep groan, he pulses and spills into your mouth. You swallow around him, savoring his taste as he rides out his climax.

Spent and sated, you roll off of him, collapsing onto the plush mattress. Javi gathers you in his arms, pressing tender kisses to your forehead as you both catch your breath.

“So, does it feel like Christmas now?” you ask, snuggling closer to him, relishing the heat of his bare skin against yours. The distant sounds of the party drift in through the windows.

“Mm, it does,” Javi rumbles, capturing your wandering hand and bringing it to his lips to place a kiss across your knuckles. 

[muldermuse]

Hi! Do you only write Fox Mulder/X Files?

Hi!!!!

NO, I want to write more stuff that I’m interested in!!! Like I would love to write Stranger Things, MCU and Pedro Pascal fics but I struggle to think of ideas for them tbh and I love writing Mulder and I watch X Files all the time so it’s current in my brain

Like Fox Mulder, Javi Gutiérrez and Frankie Morales are like my dream men

If u have any fun hcs or fic ideas pls send them through!!!

[flightlessangelwings]

La Estrella de mi Vida Masterlist (complete)

Javi Gutiérrez x fem!reader, nicknamed “Estrella” (no use of y/n)

This is an 18+ only story. Minors please do not read or interact.

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Summary: As the daughter of the doctor to the cartels, you’ve known Javi for many years. Though you both felt an attraction to each other, it was too dangerous to make any moves on those feelings. But, after Javi’s father passes away, everything changes for the two of you and you try to navigate a relationship in this dangerous world.

General warnings: smut, pining, feelings, mild violence, minor character death, injury, blood, slight medical knowledge, protectiveness, lots of Easter egg references for the movie, set pre movie

Each chapter has more specific warnings too.

Total word count: 15.6k

Notes: This fic takes place in Spain since that’s where Javi lives but there isn’t much setting mentioned outside of his house and reader’s father’s clinic. Reader has a father and has a good relationship but it’s not touched on too much. Reader also has slight medical knowledge but it’s also very vaguely described.

I am super proud of this fic and I’m excited to share it! I had so much fun writing it and I really fell in love with this story and them! Enjoy!

To stay up to date on when I post, feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates

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Part 1 💦

Part 2 💦 

Part 3 💦

[queridopascal]

Annie congratulations on the follower milestone, you deserve every single one and so much more. 🍾🍾🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰🥰

For the celebration could I please have number 47 and 50 from the fluff prompt list with Javi Gutierrez. I’ll leave the rest up to you my dear 💕

Hope that’s ok ☺️

Thank you Char, love you! 💜

I apologize in advance because I don’t know what this is! Have mercy on me!

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader (“mi Solecito”)

Warning: they elope!

47. “we could run away.”

50. “this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

The spring sun is setting low in the sky, its warm colours staining the Mediterranean view with wonderful tones of pink and orange, reflecting in the ocean like a pretty watercolor painting.

A chilly breeze ruffles through the tall palm trees, signalling that dusk will soon leave space to an early blooming evening. The days have gotten longer, but still not long enough to dine outside on the terrace.

As you take in the Mallorcan horizon, your attention gets caught by the footsteps echoing right behind you, the pattern one you would be able to recognize among the biggest of crowds.

“Is everything okay, mi Solecito?” he asks as he rests one hand on your back, caressing it gently.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to him. The mustard yellow shirt he’s wearing really suits him, it accentuates his naturally tanned skin and brings out his brown eyes.

“You sure? You seem... pensive.” he murmurs, stepping even closer to you and resting his chin atop of your shoulder.

“I just... I wish we could be alone. You and me, and no one else. No butlers, no housekeepers. No security guards.” you confess, tilting your head to the side until your temple touches his hair.

“Mi Solecito,” he begins, turning his head up and to the side to place a sweet kiss on your cheek. “we already talked about this. It’s not safe for us to be alone, you need protection.”

“You need that, too.”

“You need it more than me. You were a complete stranger to all of this until a few months ago.”

You slowly pull away from his gentle grip, and look straight into his eyes. “Why can’t we just... leave? We could run away from all this for a few days, we could... we could do something crazy.”

Javi takes a deep breath, eyes scanning the view that extends before his eyes. “You want to elope?”

You hadn’t thought about that as your idea of “doing something crazy”, but now, the word alone excites you.

“Wait —” you stare at him as you place your hands on his chest, trying to smooth out the small creases on his shirt. “would you really consider doing that?”

He mulls over those words for a few seconds, letting them imprint into his brain. He knows that a little “escapade” will surely benefit him, too; he’s been very tense and anxious lately, always focusing on protecting you from the world he brought you in. He loves the idea of getting to spend some quality time with his better half, and he could definitely call in a few favors to make something happen.

“Yes. Yes, I would.” he declares in the end, surprised by his own admission.

You raise your eyebrows, eyes widening in disbelief. “Don’t mess with me.”

“I am not messing with you, mi Solecito. I promise.” he reassures you as he caresses your shoulders.

“You’re just saying this to make me happy. Because of what I told you five minutes ago.” you sigh, looking away. “It’s just a momentary thrill, like... an adrenaline rush.”

Javi cups your cheeks, making you look into his eyes. “This isn’t adrenaline,” he whispers as he traces your jaw. “I want to spend my life with you. And since you want us to be alone, eloping sounds great right now. ”

You let out a dry chuckle, shaking your head. “Don’t lead me on.”

“You don’t believe me?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Take my hand.”

You do as you’re told and, in an instant, he drags you down the stairs of the terrace and towards the dock, where his speedboat is moored.

“KEYS!” he shouts; confused, one of his boatmen hesitates for a few seconds before throwing him a set of keys with a red leather keychain.

Once you both reach the boat, Javi helps you get into it and positions himself behind the helm before turning on the engine.

He glances in your direction with a wide smile. “Ready, mi Solecito?”

You nod, incredulous, eyes shining with excitement.

The speedboat sprints towards the sunset, the destination unknown. But all that matters, is that you and Javi will finally get to be alone.