#javi gutiérrez x you

[grogusmum]

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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[flightlessangelwings]

Feels Good To Be Alone With You

Javi Gutierrez x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)

Word count- 2.7k

Warnings- smut (18+ only!), oral (both receiving), face sitting, fingering, pegging, praise kink, cum eating, established relationship, feelings, soft romantic sex, no plot really, switching dynamics but more of a subby Javi, hinted reader is more thicker but can be read any way

Notes- I have wanted to write this since before the movie was released but I never had more than just vibes until recently. And I always seem to write tender, romantic sex with Javi G lol! But he deserves it! And I’m so happy with how this turned out! Enjoy! Also pspspsps @mikeisthricedeceased 😘

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“Come here mi angel,” Javi purred as his hands caressed your hips. The bright smile on his face melted you into a puddle as you straddled his waist. 

“A-Are you sure, Javi?” your voice was just a whisper.

The fire burned behind his dark brown eyes and the certainty was plain in his face and in his tone, “I am, corazon,” Javi gave your hips a gentle squeeze, “Now, come sit on my face and let me taste you,” he groaned your name as he nudged you forward up his body.

You swallowed hard, but you trusted Javi more than anyone, and when he looked at you with those big eyes, you were weak against him. “Ok,” you breathed as you leaned forward and ran your hands along his chest, “Anything for you, mi amor.”

Javi groaned against your lips as you pressed yours against them. Immediately, he parted his lips for you and invited your tongue in. Heat rose in the room as you rocked your hips against his while your hands caressed his chest and your tongue explored his mouth, tasting him. Javi held you close as you pressed your body against his, and both of you savored the warmth of the other.

Hearts beat wildly against each other as desperation quickly rose between you. From the moment you crossed the threshold into Javi’s lavish bedroom, his hands were on your body, and clothes quickly flew off of both of you until you both landed naked on Javi’s bed, you on top of him. It had been too long since you had seen each other, and not a day went by when you were parted that you didn’t think of him. And Javi missed you more and more every day you were apart.

Now that you were back together, Javi wanted… needed to taste you and kiss you all over. And you had no objections. 

“You taste exquisite, mi amor,” Javi moaned against your lips as he chased them when you broke away for air, “But I’d like to kiss somewhere else now,” he added with a cheeky grin.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re insufferable, Javi,” you playfully chastised him, “But I can never say no to you.”

With that, you gave his pecs one last squeeze before you slowly shimmied yourself up his body. Javi groaned and you felt his cock twitch against your ass before you inched your way up. You shook from nerves; this was the first time he asked something like this of you. Javi loved eating you out, but usually you were on your back or on all fours when he did. This was new. And though you were nervous, you were also excited. And from the eager look on his face and the way he licked his lips with anticipation, you could tell Javi was excited too.

“That’s it cariño,” he cooed as his hands ran up and down your body. He let out a soft moan as he felt the slick from your pussy against his bare chest, and it only made him that much more desperate to taste you. 

It felt like hours to make your way up, but in reality it was only seconds. But when your thighs framed Javi’s beautiful face and you looked down, your breath hitched in your chest. Javi’s large hands gripped your thighs tightly, as if he was afraid you would run away if he let go. And the fiery passion in his eyes burned bright as he looked up at you.

“Perfecte,” he grinned as he nosed your folds, “I have missed you, amor.”

The whimper that escaped your lips sounded more pathetic than you ever thought you would sound as Javi’s nose made contact with your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forward and braced yourself against the head of the bed. You heard Javi whisper your name as he placed a feather light kiss on your pussy and gave your legs a reassuring squeeze.

Before you could say anything back, Javi darted his tongue out and immediately lapped and sucked at your pussy with abandon. Any thoughts you had vanished as your whole world became consumed with just Javi. Your mind swam in pleasure as you threw your head back and moaned loudly, covering the sounds of his greedy slurps. 

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as his tongue swirled along your folds, hitting every sensitive spot with precision. 

Javi hummed into your body as he tightened his grip on your and devoured you hungrily. His crock strained with need as he darted his tongue in and out of your pussy a few times before he licked his way up to your clit. Javi wrapped his lips around the sensitive spot and sucked hard, determined to send you over the edge. And when your moans grew louder, he knew he found just the right spot.

“Javi!” you screamed as one of your hands landed in his hair and tugged hard, “Fuck I’m gonna…”

As you rocked your hips against his face, you came hard, tugging on Javi’s hair as you did so. You scream echoed in the room as your body trembled from the intensity of your climax. And Javi never let up; he kept flicking at your clit with his tongue until he was sure you had no more left to give.

Completely spent, you collapsed down to your side, landing on the plush mattress next to Javi, who laid on his back with a glistening chin and a huge smile on his face. Heavy sighs escaped both your lips as you opened your eyes and met Javi’s gaze. The two of you laid still for a moment before you both burst into laughter and you scooted your way to wrap your arms around him.

“Enjoy that, corazon?” Javi asked as he nuzzled his nose against your face and placed soft kisses on your skin.

“Very much,” you sighed contently before you pushed yourself up, “Now it’s your turn,” your tone dropped as you started to push yourself down so you could wrap your lips around Javi’s cock and return the favor.

But Javi stopped you with a firm grip and a sharp look in his eyes.

“Javi…?”

“Wait, amor,” he pushed himself up onto his elbows so he was level with you, “I want you to do something for me,” he caressed your face as he looked at you with those big eyes.

“What is it, Javi?” you asked, your voice so hushed you barely even heard yourself. 

He glanced at you before he got up from the bed and rummaged in his dresser drawer. You watched with a puzzled expression before he turned around and showed you what he fished out. You recognized it right away: a dildo and a harness. Neither of you spoke as Javi sat back on the bed next to you.

“Will you do me the honors, corazon?” Javi asked with a slight pout and big eyes.

You let out a heavy breath as you laid your hands on his, “Of course, Javi,” you looked up and met his gaze and both of you let out another deep breath, “Do you have lube too?”

His face lit up, “Of course!”

Javi quickly reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer as you stood and slid on the harness. Surprisingly, it fit you perfectly, sitting right on your pelvis and resting snug around your legs. Javi gasped when he turned around and saw you before he practically leapt onto the bed and laid out on his back.

“Fuck, amor,” the excitement in his voice was plain, “I am going to have to eat you out again when you are done here.”

You couldn’t help but cackle at Javi’s comment, “Let’s see if you have the energy to, mi amor,” your voice dropped again as you leaned forward and hovered yourself over him, “Shouldn’t you be on your hands and knees though?” you turned more serious for a moment, “It shouldn’t hurt as much that way for your first time.”

Javi smirked, “You assume this is my first time, corazon…”

Your eyes went wide, yet you weren’t completely surprised. This was the first time Javi asked you to peg him yes, but that didn’t mean it was his first time at all. 

“Besides,” Javi’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, “I want to see you when you fuck me.” 

The moan you let out made Javi’s cock twitch and suddenly a rush of need pulsed through both of you. “Ok mi amor,” you whispered as you caressed his face much like the way he did yours.

Javi leaned into your touch and his eyes fluttered shut. He let out a deep exhale as he kissed the palm of your hand before you dragged it down the front of his body. Goosebumps erupted on his skin as you grazed your nails softly across his chest before you traced a random pattern along his stomach. Neither of you spoke, but you both felt the nervous and excited energy from each other.

Slowly, you ran the tips of your fingers along his length, teasing him. Javi groaned as his head dropped onto the mattress as he involuntarily bucked his hips into your touch, desperate for more. Not wanting to tease him much more, grabbed the bottle of lube and coated your fingers generously before you wrapped one hand around his cock. You tossed the bottle onto the bed and positioned your other hand at his entrance, poking the tip of your finger at the first ring of muscle.

You watched Javi’s every expression as you carefully pushed one lube-coated finger inside, and a rush of wetness gushed between your legs when he moaned loudly. “Fuck…” you breathed as you pumped you finger in and out a few times.

“More… Corazon…” he begged.

You lazily stocked his cock in time with your finger as you added a second. Suddenly you understood why Javi was always so eager to ravage you and give in to your every request; you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. You leaned forward and placed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock as you added a third finger, stretching him open for what was to come.

Javi groaned your name as his eyes rolled back into his head. This was far from his first time doing this, but it was different with you. Every touch felt more electric, as if any thrust of your fingers would push him over the edge. And the tender way you handled him made his heart skip a beat. Yet, Javi held off his orgasm, desperate to feel the way you fucked him with your fake cock.

“Amor… Please…” Javi pleaded breathily.

“I’ve got you, Javi,” you murmured softly as you took the tip of him into your mouth and swirled your tongue around as you buried your fingers in as deep as you could go. But, you also knew what he wanted, so after just a few moments, you broke away and carefully pulled your fingers out.

Javi blinked his eyes open as he watched you grab the lube once more. Feeling his eyes on you, you met his gaze and never broke away as you coated the toy generously, making a show of stroking the dildo.

“You look so fucking hot like that, corazon,” Javi moaned as you tossed the bottle aside again, “Now, please… Please fuck me.”

“Javi…” you breathed as you lined the toy up and slowly pushed in.

The cry he let out echoed in the room as you pushed the toy into him inch by delicious inch. And though you had no other stimulation other than the base of it against the mound of your pelvis, the harness just barely tickling your clit, you felt as if you could feel everything. The way he moaned in pleasure sent a wave of arousal to your core, and you couldn’t help but groan softly as the toy disappeared inside your lover. 

Javi moaned your name as you completely sheathed the dildo inside of him and leaned over so that you laid on top of him. You pleased a line of kisses along his skin wherever you could reach as you gave him a moment to adjust to the girth of the toy. Between your bodies, you felt Javi’s cock strain with need, and as he said your name again in a desperate plea, you knew he was ready. 

Pushing yourself upright, you made yourself comfortable before you rocked your hips back, pulling the toy out halfway before you slammed back into him. Javi moaned loudly as he arched his back as you repeated the action.

“Fuck!” he screamed as you picked up your pace and wrapped your hand around his cock.

He wanted nothing more than to watch you, but every time Javi opened his eyes, a fresh wave of pleasure pulled through him with every movement of your hips and he couldn’t keep them open for long. Instead, he just let you take care of him, trusting his body, and his heart, to you completely. 

“Amor… I…”

“I know baby,” you cooed as you felt his cock twitch in your hand, “Fuck Javi you look so beautiful like this.” You had no idea where that came from, but the praise spilled from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “You’re taking me so well, amor,” your tone dropped as you picked up your pace, slamming your hips against his, “Now let me see you cum, Javi…”

The groan Javi let out came from deep in his soul and he reached out for you before he came hard with your name on his lips. His hands dug into your flesh as his seed spilled between your bodies in a powerful climax. Javi’s body felt like it was on fire from how hot he burned, but he didn’t care. He would burn his entire complex, the whole country, the whole world, down for you. Especially when you fucked him like that.

When Javi let out a soft whimper and his cock strained in your hand, you knew he had enough. Just as slowly as you entered him, you slowed your pace until you carefully slid the dildo out of him. Javi whined softly as you did so, but you quickly chucked the harness off and tossed it onto the bed so you could lay next to him. Without even opening his eyes, Javi felt your body next to his and he immediately took you into his arms as he kissed you all over.

“Fuck, corazon… That was fucking incredible!”

When Javi finally opened his eyes, he saw the look of pure adoration on his face… and he also noticed that you still had his cum all over your hands. Without a word and with a smirk on your face, you slowly brought your hand up to your lips and made a spectacle of licking your fingers clean of his release.

Javi growled as the fire ignited behind his eyes again, “You are trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you amor?”

“Never, Javi,” you replied back with a grin. Once your hand was clean, you leaned forward and kissed him deeply. You swallowed the groan Javi let out as he tasted himself on your tongue, and it drove him wild. When you broke away, you laid comfortably against him, the two of you tangled up together in a pile of limbs and love. “Are you alright?” you asked as you stocked his chest lazily.

“Never fucking better, amor.”

You heard the smile in his tone.

“Gracias, amor,” he added in a hushed tone as he kissed your head.

You grinned against his skin as you savored the feeling of being in his arms once more and listened to his heart pound in his chest, “So,” you broke the silence, “You still have the energy to eat me out again?” you asked with a playful testing tone in your voice. 

Javi laughed, “You did wear me out, corazon,” he admitted as he gave you a squeeze, “But give me a little time… I’ll get you back,” he added with another kiss to your temple.

“Looking forward to it, mi amor,” you joined his laughter, “Looking forward to it.” 

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[cassiopeia-grimm]

Imagine

When you tell a funny anecdote about a film.

[galaxyedging]

Can I have javi gutierrez x reader where they are in a tsunami and help each other and kiss falling in love and getting together after?

I just realised I can post under asks instead of posting and tagging people!🙈

@micheleamidalajedi Hope you like it.

The holiday season was in full swing. Majorca wasn't your first choice of where to spend the holidays but a job is a job and this one came with some incredible benefits. The hotel room they were putting you up in was stunning, you could stare at the view, clear blue water with mountains rolling into the distance, all day. It had all the comforts of home, all except family and friends. The man that had hired you, Javi, had very sweetly done his best to fill that role, even if only a little.

"I am so glad you were willing to travel during the holidays. I am a huge fan of your work. When the magazine asked for some photographs of the party to accompany the interview, I asked for you personally." He gushed praise within two minutes of meeting you.

For the rest of the time before his big Christmas Eve party, he would check on you sporadically. He'd make the most interesting conversation and bring you samples of the food they would be serving. "Hot cocoa and ensaimada. You must try them. They are delightful. Tell me, what Christmas traditions do you have?" He sank back on the sofa in your room like he belonged there. Javi was just so friendly, opened and personable, it was hard to imagine him not seeming like he belonged somewhere. With his natural charm and good looks he would be welcomed in most places. Or maybe your teeny, tiny crush on him made it hard for you to believe anyone could dislike him. Javi was warm, intelligent, caring, handsome, you allowed yourself your harmless teenage crush, indulged it as you watched his expressions change while you explained your traditions at home. It felt good to be the centre of his attention.

When the party rolled around your dressed to blend in with the other party goers. With your camera obscuring your view, you didn't see the way Javi's breath caught at how beautiful you looked in your dress. He thought you were beautiful anyway but the glitzy party dress you wore made you look ethereal. He gravitated towards you the entire night. Rewarded with your warm smile every time you spotted him between shots. As the night was drawing to a close Javi approached you, wringing his hands nervously. "Would you like to dance? W-with me?"

Even if you didn't already want to dance with him more than anything, the sweet, nervous tone in his voice would have won you over. This rich, successful man, nervous to ask you for a dance, it was like something out of a movie. Something Javi would approve of. Slipping into position one of his hands engulfed yours, the other held your waist to lead you around the floor. The way he guided and spun your effortlessly made you feel like you were gliding. Along with the festive lights and the cheer filled atmosphere, the whole thing felt magical. One dance lead to another until the two of you needed a breather. Javi's hand dropped from your waist but he keep your hand tightly in his before leading you out of the crowd. Decorated archways separated the dance floor from the dining area. Sheltering under one of them to get a little space for yourself, you both took a breath. A nervous energy developing between you not that your attention wasn't on the dancing. Javi found it hard to look you in the face, that's when he noticed it, while he was looking anywhere but at you he noticed a sprig of mistletoe about your heads. A small laugh huffed out of him, drawing your attention to where he was looking. Feeling bold, you placed your hands on his chest, his shirt was silky soft under your palms, his warmth seeped through as he leant into your touch. His eyebrows raises in a silent question as he moved to capture your lips. The whole world fell away as his breathe ghosted over your skin until a call crossed the room for Javi to make a toast. With a rueful smile he headed to the middle of the dining room.

The rest of the night passed in much the same manner Javi would get close only to be pulled away. Much to your disappointment he was nowhere to be seen when it was time for you to leave. It was dark on the dock when you were escorted to the boat back to your hotel. The speedboat itself was lit by a flood light, the flood light illuminated the golden highlights in the soft brown curls of the driver.

"Javi!" You grinned uncontrollably as you boarded.

"I thought I could escort you home." He beamed back.

The trip across the bay was short but your heart skipped at the thought of spending more time with Javi.

Once you moved away from the shoreline only the moon and the distance lights highlighted Javi's profile. He was an absolute vision. Standing next to his as he steered you moved closer and closer until you head rested on his shoulder. His hand can to thread with yours before wrapping them both around the throttle. Out on the peaceful water it was your own slice of heaven. Until the buoys in the bay started clanging. You both had no idea what was coming but instinctively held each other tight. For the next several moments your memory would always act as a strobe light effect over what happened. Just flashes here and there. Of the clanging buoys. Of the boat capsizing. Of the Javi breaking thought the darkness of the water. Breaching the surface together, in each other's arms. Being pulled towards the land in the currant before finally being able to move under your own power. Climbing out on to land you took in your surroundings. The bridge you were under, the only other means of crossing the bay was had been hit by the wave as it passed. Thankfully the land either side was relatively scathed.

"If I'd have taken the bridge....." you stood shuddering at the thought.

"I'm so glad I insist on driving you on my boat." Javi stood dumbfounded.

Silence fell better you until Javi drew you into his arms when you started to shiver.

"You saved me. I would have taken the bridge. You clearly can make my decisions better than me. I better keep you around." You muttered into his chest.

"What sort of a man would I be if I said no to that?" He chuckled, it was light and infectious. You laughed too, until your lips met for your first kiss. Thankfully, the next Christmas party Javi threw, which also happened to be your wedding reception, was a lot less dramatic.

[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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[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.

[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.

[grogusmum]

A Javi Drabble

JAVI GUTIÉRREZ X F!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.

Reader is not physically described, nor are any pronouns used, but traditional female expectations are discussed as is starting a family.

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💚

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as 2022 has come to an end, the fandoms family 🫰🫰discord server took part in a little ‘hall of fame’ event, in which they were encouraged to recommend their own work that they were proud of from this year, as well as recommending others they had enjoyed, too.

it was lovely to see so much positivity and praise for our fandoms and i’ve been very excited to share these with you! if you would like to get involved and join our server, please drop me a message and i can send you the invite link.

now, without further ado, i hope you enjoy these recommendations as much as we have! please remember to check all warnings listed on individual fics/artwork.

fanfiction

Souls Heal Less Readily - @words-are-fireproof | Javier Pena x F Reader

The Favorite - @flightlessangelwings | Javier Peña x F Reader x Comandante Veracruz

Let Go - @flightlessangelwings | Joel Miller x F Reader

Notes on Tutoring - @honestly-shite | Dave York x F Reader

Adversity - @the-ginger-hedge-witch | Frankie x Ezra x F Reader

La Estrella de mi Vida - @flightlessangelwings | Javi Gutiérrez x F Reader Haalur - @words-are-fireproof | Din Djarin x F Reader

Enkindle - @oscarseyebrow | Din Djarin x F Reader

Fragments - @einno-arko | Din Djarin x F Reader

Seed Pearls - @zinzinina | Din Djarin x F Reader

Mutual - @the-scandalorian | Din Djarin x F Reader

Between The Wars - @mylifeisactuallyamess | General Hux x GN Reader

Upon the Throne - @saradika | Boba Fett x F Reader x Fennec Stand

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing - @eupheme | Obi-Wan x F Reader

Aphelion - @oscarseyebrow | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Pink and Blue Ribbon - @the-little-ewok | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Holiday - @dailyreverie | Poe Dameron x Reader

Homecoming - @astroboots | Frankie Morales x F Reader x Santiago Garcia

Mythos - @acourtofsnakes | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

Undercurrent - @oscarseyebrow | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

A Suitable Arrangement - @moon-kn1ght | Billy Russo x F Reader (x Frank Castle)

Yuánfèn - @writerwrites | Steve Rogers x Reader

Darkness At The Edge - @moon-kn1ght | Matt Murdock x F Reader

A Lizard Dog, A Banana Boat, And a Cassette Tape - @pumpkin-stars | Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

Darkness At The End of My Love - @acourtofsnakes | Eddie Munson x Reader

Penny For Your Thoughts - @eupheme | Alfred Pennyworth x F Reader

It's Meant To Feel That Way - @writerwrites | Andy Barber x Reader

Reunion - @pumpkin-stars | Geralt of Rivia x GN Reader

artwork

Steven Grant - @pumpkin-stars

Weeknights Frankie - @mjpens

Space Sisters - @manofbeskar

Din Djarin in the waters of Mandalore - @mjpens

Don't be afraid - @stealyourblorbos

shops

TheHouseofApollo

[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.

[flightlessangelwings]

Jeys top 5 fics of 2022!

I did this last year so I’m gonna do it again! Here are my top 5 fics of the past year and a short little commentary on them! I’m also gonna add a bonus fic at the end that has less notes but I personally love and think deserves more love! Thank you all for all the love and support this past year and I’m looking forward to what 2023 brings!!!

Also! Let me know what was your personal fav fic on mine this last year! What do you want to see more of next year? Who do you want to see more of? Any new tropes or characters? Any prompt lists I should use for requests at some point? Slide in my inbox and let me know!!! 💖

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5. The Fire Within Us- Frankie Morales x fem!reader (887 notes, posted Nov 14)

This was a collab with the talantes @frying-panties and oh boy is the art for this fic hot!!! And who doesn’t love pining sex pollen?! The idea works so well with Frankie too so this was a joy to write!! I especially loved writing Frankie being a switch and showing the dynamic between him and reader and all their emotions there!

4. Steal my Girl- Joel Miller x fem!reader (920 notes, posted Jan 28)

One of my personal favorite fics! The dialogue just popped into my head one day and I heard it so clearly in Joel’s voice that the fic practically wrote itself! Short sweet and fluffy, it’s a good fic to read even if you’re not familiar with the character!

3. When Jealousy Strikes- Tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader (921 notes, posted May 13)

This was a request from my love @rae-gar-targaryen for my follower celebration and honestly I didn’t even notice how many notes this one got lol! I loved this prompt so much and the idea popped into my head almost immediately!!! The ending personally made me laugh too! I really should write a part 2 to this one….

2. Weakness- Din Djarin x afab!reader (1423 notes, posted Feb 18)

It’s funny how 2 out of the top 5 fics are sex pollens with pining 😂 I definitely have a brand going here lol! But this fic was a big undertaking for me and I spent a long time on it. The sex is hot yes, but what I really loved about writing this was the pining and the feelings! And the ending was so fun to write too! I’m so happy people loved this fic as much as I loved writing it!

1. Let Go- Joel Miller x fem!reader (1435 notes, posted Sept 26)

Omg I’m so happy this one was so well received cause I loved writing it!!! Written for my dear friend @mattmurdocksscars follower celebration writing challenge! This one really focuses on that balance that Joel has between being rough and tough and being soft and tender. I love Joel so much and he is such a delight to write and I’ll definitely be writing tons more for him in 2023!!!

Bonus fic- La Estrella de mi Vida- Javi Gutiérrez x fem!reader (posted in Aug, 3 parts)

I love the idea behind this fic so much and I’m still super proud of this one! This fic is basically my love letter to Javi and is set pre movie. I’m still hoping at some point to continue this because I loved writing it so much. I still think this has some of the most poetic smut I’ve ever written too lol!

[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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[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!!!

[grogusmum]

Got a little in my head about this (even posting and taking a piece down and everything), but here's a little something.

Thanks, LJ and @insomniamamma , for tagging me 💚 (and putting up with my nonsense)

Here is another with our sweet Javi.

Javi Gutiérrez x reader

There are no warnings to speak of, pure uncut fluffle stuff.

Gif by @grufflepuff-writes-stuff

"Are these silk?"

"Um, yeah."

"To build our fort?"

Javi shrugged, "it's what we have. Will it not work?"

"They'll work, its just - " you smiled, "never mind."

Javi brought over couch cushions and crawled into the fort while you took some clothespins to attach the sheet to a floor lamp. 

"Is it ready?" Javi asked, excited. "It's almost time -"

You smelled the butter before Miguel entered -

"Your popcorn and candy, Mr Javi."

"Just Javi!" Javi called, with no actual annoyance, from within the cozy nest you helped him create. 

You smiled and took the snacks with thanks.

"Drinks are on the way, " Miguel smiled.

"Thanks, Miguel."

"¡Muchas gracias, Miguel!" Javi shouted from the fort.

You passed Javi the tray and then crawled in. The battery-powered faerie lights glowed merrily as you began to tuck in next to your honey. 

"Oh! I have a surprise," you said as you hopped up again.

A whine from the homemade tent could be heard as you grabbed a gift bag and returned to Javi's side.

His eyes widened as he took the gift, and when he looked inside, his smile tightened with appreciation. Javi pulled out a stuffed bear in a blue duffle coat and red hat, in its paws, a jar of marmalade. 

"I did not get you anything!"

"Like you don't get me things all the time, silly?" You kissed his cheek. "Now let's watch Paddington in Peru!"

"Yes!"

As you cuddled down in the pillows and blankets, you pulled the popcorn bowling onto your lap, and Javi cued up the movie on his large screen television or small theater screen… it's hard to tell. 

With socked feet tangled together and Javis arm around you as you held the popcorn, the titles began.

After the movie, you looked at Javi for his verdict-

"Well, it's no Paddington 2, but I did like it very much."

You kissed him and could taste a little salt on his cheek. Javi took the bowl off your lap and eyes locked on yours as he rolled up over you, caging you with his hands on either side of your face.

"Now, what else should we do for this sleepover?"

"Mmmm, a seance? Or go into the bathroom and try to call on Bloody Mary?"

"I was thinking more like spin the bottle."

"That's not really a two person deal."

While you horanged him gently, there was a pleasant flutter low in your tummy.

"Seven minutes in heaven then," Javi said, and before your very witty retort, he kissed you, deep but soft, as he tucked himself more fully between your legs. Your hands went into his hair as your mind reeled just a bit. You heard a contented rumble and pulled him closer. 

Your friendship had always been affectionate and flirtatious, but you never really thought you would get here. 

Feet sticking out of the fort, you explored each other into the night.

No pressure tags for @oonajaeadira @writeforfandoms @ezrasbirdie @firstofficerwiggles @chaoticgeminate and YOU!

New Pedro Boy game!

This is open to everyone. You don't have to be a writer, make it with gifs or mood boards or your art or just bullet point some ideas. Or just treat yourself to 7 minutes of daydreaming.😘

The rules:

You have 7 minutes to dream up your perfect moment with your favourite Pedro Boy.

It can be anything you want. Fluffy, smutty, just plain weird. It just has to be that one moment that you'd crave above all the others that you read/write/fantasize about.

You can take as long as you want to get it done.

Post it and tag others.

NP tags to get the ball rolling. @missredherring @movievillainess721 @gemmahale @munsonownsmyass @yourcoolauntie @nicolethered

[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.