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lovesbiggerthanpride · 2 years

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happy birthday, sweetheart

So... today, I sent @fireproofmarta 10 emails with vignettes / ideas / thoughts / thots for her special day. She loves Javi, so here we are. :)

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!reader

Rating: M with some E

Summary: Glimpses of life with you and Javi.

Notes / Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, P in V, some smut (nothing too graphic), kind of follows the movie plot, but then it doesn’t.

When he’s been waiting for you to wake up so he can give you one of your birthday gifts.

Javi softly peppers your face and body with tender kisses. He feels how relaxed you’re becoming as he traces his big hands across your skin.

“You don’t have to do anything, my love. Let me take care of everything. You deserve the very best.”

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“Javi, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“No.”

“Yes! Why would I lie to you about my love for you? Who else would support this silly dream of mine? How did I get so lucky to have you, my beautiful Angel, in my life? Who gives so much of herself to her patients? Who else cares so much about her friends and me? No one else. So because of that and so many other reasons, I love you more.”

Before you even think about crying, you pull him in, silencing him with a kiss that is bold, soft, and mind-blowing. Your tongue dips in, passing his lips, and he accepts. His hands hold on to your waist, as yours twirl in his flowy brown locks.

____

He looks so delicious, in bed, lounging.

His goal was to put on his form-fitting pants and a button up. But that will have to wait.

You carefully trace your finger around his navel, the soft part of his belly, and even tickling him, rubbing on his adorable happy trail.

Just when he was getting comfortable, you sneak your hand under the band of his boxer briefs, finding what you’ve been looking for.

“Fuck,” he utters, completely shocked. “What are you doing?”

“Just wanted to explore,” you reply, winking at him.

___

He kisses your forehead as he slowly enters you. Your soft moans make him happy.

“Is this what you like, sweetheart?”

Javi loves fucking you. Doesn’t matter if y’all decide to take it slow or go at a fast and furious pace. Anytime he’s able to feel you clench him, and express your love towards each other; it’s the best feeling.

____

“You got one more?”

When there’s a challenge, Javi is always going to try to beat the previous record.

That includes the amount of orgasms he pulls out of you.

And you love it.

____

After a long, boring day at work, you are greeted by your sweet Javi.

“Come here so I can kiss you.”

He feels like home, a warm welcome, to help ease the day’s stress off of you.

Sighing into the kiss, you melt in his arms.

____

One of your wishes…that you’d hope Javi would bring to life.

Maybe in his mansion? Or at the beach? Or by the pool?

(From twitter)

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Javi surprised you with a dream vacation to the beach.

As your toes settle on the sand, and eventually in the warm ocean waters, you relish that you’re in the perfect environment.

“You okay?”

“More than okay,” you smile, before rising on your toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you, rocking you from side to side.

“Let me build you a house here.”

“No.”

“Yes. Then you come here whenever you want.”

“Okay.”

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When you’re in the mood, you don’t mince words with Javi.

You’re wearing the best set of lingerie for him to ogle over, and eventually take off.

“You’re a vision. Perfect. Just right,” he proclaims, kissing your shoulder while easing into you from behind.

You grab for him, as you two ride out your highs, meeting his thrusts with the sensual snaps of your hips.

His groans sound heavenly, knowing you’re the reason why.

So when you finally relax, snuggled in each other’s arms, you rest your head on his chest.

“I love you so much.”

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The party has been a huge success, with dreamy outdoor lights framing the space where guests had been roaming, socializing.

You are in your favorite gown, looking spectacular, being a gracious co-host with the man of the hour.

It’s a big night for all attending. For different reasons.

Everyone hears a call in the form of a champagne flute. Javi is standing in the center, wearing his forest green suit. He talks about how his life has changed because of the movie, and eventually shares that he’s planning to move to NYC part-time to pursue more opportunities.

But first, he directs attention to the one person who has believed in him, even when he didn’t.

You.

The blush that crosses your cheeks is adorable to him, and you wish he wouldn’t be so adamant to honor you, but he doesn’t want to hide you or the love he has for you.

When you approach towards Javi, the audience roars with applause.

He looks at you with his pleading, sweet, brown puppy eyes. You slowly grin and let him kiss you.

This scene is beautifully directed and staged and performed. A dream come true.

So much more to come for the two of you… from Mallorca to beyond.

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Welp! That’s all, folks. 💙

@moralesfish, @heythere-mel, @katareyoudrilling, @littlemisspascal, @kirsteng42, @nicolethered, @miss-mandalorian

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grogusmum · 1 year

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IRL

Part 1: @ nickcage_numerouno

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: 1900ish

WARNINGS: Reader has insecurities about her size and appearance, Lucas is a jerk, and that's about it in this chapter. Javi is adorable, be warned.

This is nuts, you think as you get off the plane.

This isn't your first time either… you thought it after you agreed to fly to Palma. You thought it as you purchased the ticket. You thought it as you took the shuttle to the airport and you lost count of how many times during the almost 10-hour flight…

You take a breath, you've always wanted to travel, go to a cool film festival, so you're here. Meeting a friend. To go to the festival together. No big deal. You've known him for more than a year… online… you swallowed. Just keep breathing. It's going to be fine.

You find your suitcase and go to find your ride.

It's an international airport, so you are a little overwhelmed.

Then you see a sign with your name. Well, not your name, really, you give in internal chuckle. It’s your handle @han_shot_first. It has a blaster drawn on it, with "pew-pew" written in comic-sans. And you can't help but laugh out loud now. You look expectantly at the face above the sign.

It wasn't him…

You'd never felt nervous or intimidated by “@niccage_numerouno” until you saw him. Because holy moly! Those honeyed curls and warm brown eyes. He sent his photo with zero hesitation. Of course, he did. Why would he… you were a little slower. You had stared at it with the cursor hovering over the send button for what seemed like a lifetime. It was taken at a good angle, of course, angles can only do so much…

Until agreeing to take this trip, you hadn't seen one another's faces. You had decided it was time for you both to exchange photos.

@ nickcage_numerouno: Are you still there?

@ nickcage_numerouno: not the best photo of me…

Oh my gosh, he thinks I don't like it! Click send you moron, you thought and clicked send, then quickly typed-

@ han_shot_first: I just got distracted by a text. Sorry to keep you hanging

Then you waited. And waited. It said read. The ellipsis dot dot dotting. Shit

@ nickcage_numerouno: I like your shirt

You laughed. Of course he did, it's Spider-Man Noir.

@ han_shot_first: You might not believe this but it *is* a coincidence!

You walk up to the man with the sign.

"Ah… hola?"

"Hola, señora." He tapped the sign, "Han…shot-"

"Um yeah- sí," you laugh and tell him your actual name. He looks at his phone and then at you, presumably looking at the photo you sent.

"Welcome Mallorca, Señora. The car is just this way."

Okay, intimidated again. He sent a driver. You knew he had money because of his collection and his generosity with paying for the festival tickets … but 'send a driver' money?

You take deep breaths and remind yourself of some of your favorite DMs with him. He likes you. He's seen pics of your very regular apartment. You've talked about your job. He likes you. He's never seen more than one picture. Stop. He. Likes. You.

Suddenly your car door opens, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Thank you, um…" you realize you had been so inside your own head you don't know the driver's name. "I am so sorry, I didn't ask you your name-"

"Mateo, señora."

"I apologize again, Mateo thank you so much"

Mateo nods with a small appreciative smile.

"This way to the boat slip"

"A boat-"

That's when you see him, Javi, in sunglasses (you note they are ones Nick Cage wore in Wild at Heart) linen pants, an orange button-down shirt, and a vast smile.

He calls your name and jogs over.

"You are here! Really here," Javi has you by the arms and gives you a little shake, before pulling you into a hug. "Thank you for getting my girl here, Mateo!"

Your cheeks warm at 'my girl' while still getting a bear hug from Javi. You put your arms around him gingerly.

"Hello Javi, can't believe I'm really here either."

Finally, he pulls away to drink you in, you fluster under imagined scrutiny. You stand tall, remembering your posture, hoping you will somehow be, well, smaller.

"Nice shades, by the way."

Javi laughs, shaking his head. He then leads you to his speedboat, his hand firmly around yours.

"I have so much I want to show you and talk to you about," Javi debates telling you he couldn't sleep last night because he was so excited. You have always matched him in enthusiasm, so he had thought he could tell you without sounding 12 but, maybe it was the long flight, and there’s the jet lag, but he feels like you're somehow keeping your distance. Guarded.

To be honest, Javi has been anxiously awaiting your arrival since you agreed to come. You are just as cute as your picture- cuter. He saved the photo you sent and only took it off his lock screen this morning for fear of freaking you out.

"Maybe you want to get cleaned up and have a rest," he suggests, as he helps you into the boat.

"Maybe," you return.

A shower and a change out of your travel clothes does the trick, you are gifted with a second wind. You also feel a little less self-conscious. Since you met Javi on the dock, other than when he was driving the boat he has found reasons to touch you, hold your hand, be close.

He hugged you again at the door of the guest room, this time his sunglasses off. His warm eyes (oh my gosh you had gazed at them in his picture but it did them little justice) crinkled happily as he looked at you and when you finally shut the door between you, your heart was like a rabbit’s.

Javi looks at himself in the hall mirror, he looks okay, right? When Gabriela enters the hall he jumps and steps away from the mirror.

"Are you alright, Javi?"

"I just, um, you know my tumblfriend-"

"She is here, yes? Did you just get back?"

"Sure, yeah, she's just - she is getting cleaned up after her flight, you know… maybe get in a little nap or…"

Gabriela looks at the ceiling quizzically.

"Javi, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yes… I think."

Javi looks at his dearest friend, "What if she doesn't like me IRL."

"I R L?"

"In real life," Javi leans against the wall, a cloud of worry hanging over him.

"She is going to love you!"

Javi looks up from examining his sneakers. He wore his lucky ones, they didn't really match too well with what he was wearing but he wanted the extra boost of confidence.

You trot down the stairs and stop short in the hall at the sight of Javi and a gorgeous woman. You move more purposefully getting to the bottom of the stairs, thinking about how you must have looked practically hopping down the stairs… ugh. She is very close to him, which is fine, of course. You are just friends after all, but you just-

Javi smiles and takes your hand again, and introduces you to his 'BFF and executive assistant extraordinaire- Gabriela.'

Gabriela.

He told you all about her, they had tried being together but ended up feeling they were better as friends.

He also told you she was beautiful and smart. You just didn't realize how beautiful, how willowy. They look amazing together. Right.

Shake it off, you tell yourself, and take a deep breath. You are not in competition with anybody.

"You don't need to lie down?" Javi asks, still holding your hand.

"Nope! Just needed to wash off the traveling dust, I guess," you extend your other hand to Gabriela, "it's so nice to put a face to the name. Javi says you're his left brain."

She takes it with a surprised laugh.

"Well, I know your face, Javi showed me your photo right away, he put-"

Javi looks at Gabriela pleadingly.

"-was so happy you were coming."

“Let me show you around,” Javi moves in quickly and takes your hand again hoping you didn't notice anything. You smile with a nod.

“Have fun!” Gabriela calls after you.

“So what are you showing me first?”

“My collection, of course, pfft,” Javi rolls his eyes playfully, and he warms when your hand stays on his arm after giving it an excited squeeze. He tries to watch you surreptitiously as you take in the grounds, mumbling, “beautiful,” under your breath. He wants to tell you, you are too… One step at a time, Javi, he thinks to himself. He tells you about the villa and the olive groves. He leaves his family business out of it. Lucas is gone for the week. He is the only one on the compound who Javi is worried about.

He’s feeling more confident, and it just starts to feel like when you would chat for hours online, when he comes face to face with none other than Lucas. It was like just thinking of him summoned his cousin.

And by the look on his face, he was going to be a problem.

“Lucas, I thought you were away,” Javi starts quickly trying to take hold of the conversation and keep it short. He introduces you by name, and a friend, “we are - in a writers’ group… online. She’s just arrived, so…”

You can tell Javi was trying to keep this interaction short, and that this is one of the people who don't know about Tumblr. Lucas is truly intimidating not just because he is handsome and fit, maybe a little like the guys who teased you in school… but also something else - he is hawkish, sharp, and dangerous looking. He says hello and you shiver a little, he smiles wide but it doesn't reach his calculating eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Lucas,” you say as you reach out to take his hand. He kisses it.

Javi rolls his eyes, and his grip tightens on your hand.

“We will be eating at Roberto’s tonight and then we'll be at a film festival all weekend, so, we’ll see you around,” Javi makes to get you as far from his cousin as soon as possible.

“Such a rush, Javi. ¿Es hora de comer tan pronto?”

Is it feeding time so soon?

You know some Spanish, but only a little. You get the gist, but from the way, Javi's face darkens, and his nostrils flare. You know something in your translation is off. If you have to make a guess, Lucas is just like one of those boys from school, you decide. Knowing you are in some way the butt of a joke your face heats with embarrassment.

“A delight as always Lucas,” Javi grumbles and pulls you. He is still muttering as he brings you to a door with a pin pad, it’s mostly rapid Spanish, but you recognize ‘pendejo, jerk off.’

You can't help giggling-

“Aliens”

Javi smiles with a huff, but puts both of his warm hands on your arms, gently running them up and down.

“Do not listen to Lucas, he is - well, he is horrible,” Javi types in the code. “I am truly sorry for his rudeness.”

You shrug, some residual embarrassment casting your eyes at your shoes.

“You are beautiful, you know.”

You look up quickly, not believing your ears. He said it like it was the simplest of observations. Like it is the most obvious thing. Maybe you misheard…

“Are you ready?” Javi smiles and opens the door, you try to focus, this is the prized collection he has been telling you about for a year- sharing photos of new acquisitions and-

“Is that the bunny from Con Air?!”

part 2

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guess-my-next-obsession · 10 months

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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

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“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.

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boliv-jenta · 1 year

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New Year's Eve Drabbles.

A New Year's Eve party to remember.

The Thief

Marcus Moreno

Frankie Morales

Javier Peña

Oberyn Martell

Max Phillips and Din Djarin

Maxwell Lord

Javi Gutierrez

Jack Daniels

Ezra and Dieter Bravo

Pero Tovar

Dave York

Ending with The Thief

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #new year's eve drabble #the thief #frankie catfish morales #marcus moreno #javier peña #din djarin #max phillips #maxwell lord #oberyn martell #javi gutiérrez #jack daniels #agent whiskey #ezra prospect #dieter bravo #pero tovar #dave york

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deadhumourist · 2 years

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Tenderness

Pairing: Javi G x GN!Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Parked deep in Yearnsville, hugging, kissing, no pronouns used, no physical description of reader.

A/N: A micro-ficlet (230 words) about our cinnamon roll Javi G. Inspired by an actual dream I had and had to, sadly, wake up from. No beta on this one, but please let me know if I missed a warning.

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The summer morning sunlight makes the windows glow, bathing the apartment in a soft yellow light. Not even the dense curtains can keep it out fully.

When you reach the landing of the stairway, you notice him standing in the kitchen. In your life, he’s new but has the texture of someone who has been there a long time.

A creak from the floorboards gives you away and when he turns around, a slow, sweet smile makes itself at home on his plush lips. Javi has never been able to hide his heart.

He lifts his arms, reaching out and offering you a home within him. You walk towards him, hands stretched out in intimate supplication, the need to belong to him. His soft curls catch the small rays of light, and the rumpled, worn t-shirt and black briefs make him look even more welcoming. His strong arms embrace you and the world simply…falls away.

But when skin touches skin, the air changes.

His warmth and closeness slips under your skin and stirs a craving that was dormant for so long. Instinctively your eyes close with his and you seek him out in the darkness, nuzzling his strong nose, his soft cheek. His hand curls gently around your waist, discovering, delighting in what it finds there.

A tender kiss blooms slowly.

It starts with a gentle nuzzle of lips, whisper soft and tentative. It becomes more, a purposeful press of sleepy mouths, seeking each other. Large hands unhurriedly draw you closer to him, pressing you against his heart so you can feel it flame up.

Surprise draws you back. Guileless brown eyes meet yours evenly, a shy smile below.

“There you are” husks Javi.

You have a feeling he didn’t simply mean hello.

#javi gutiérrez #javi gutierriez #javi gutierrezxreader #javi g x reader #pedro pascal character fic #pedro pascal fics #pedro pascal fanfiction #tuwomt fanfiction

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Gotta be a Good Girl

Pairings: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Warnings: fingering in public, dirty talk, mild language, Javi being a horny MF.

Summary: Javi fingers you at a party your both hosting and you gotta be quiet or he won’t let you come.

A/N: this was an amazing request by my dear @nicolethered. Hi Char! Can I request Javi G fingering you in public, possibly at his party? He is insistent that you be silent so no one knows what he’s up to and he stops if he hears even a whimper. Obviously this whole interaction would be a struggle for reader because I mean just look at him. (I’m including a bunch of hand gifs for inspiration.) thank you for those gifs, they gave me thots 🥵😈

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The cool evening breeze did little to alleviate the heat that was slowly creeping up your skin. His gaze always found you in a crowded room and it always had this effect. You tried to distract yourself - chatting with many of the guests he’d invited to his birthday - anything to stop you from walking up to him and fucking him in front of everyone.

Taking a sip of your champagne, a hand slips around your waist and you can’t help the way your mouth curves into a smile. His breath tickles the skin on your neck as he leans close, “Having fun, mi amor?”

Turning your head towards him, you’re met with his signature seductive smirk and his eyes, which are normally hazel, are now deep pools of obsidian. “It’s alright, could be better,” you say with a slight shrug of your shoulders. You love teasing him.

“It could be better? Anything I can do to help?” His lips ghost along the skin of your bare shoulder and a shiver runs through you, sending a spark straight to your core. His lips are pillowy soft as they kiss you, causing your skin to pimple.

Your eyes close and a small moan escapes past your lips. His grip on you tightens and his teeth nip at your neck, “mi amor, you need to keep quiet. We don’t want everyone to hear you. Those sounds are mine alone.”

Opening your eyes, your gazes meet and he quirks his eyebrow as a devilish smirk plays across his face. “I have an idea,” he says as he locks his hand with yours and leads you to a quieter part of the garden - hidden behind a fence.

Your heart is beating fast - chest heaving as he pushes you against the wall. Javi’s gaze flickers to your breasts as they move up and down with each breath before they meet your gaze again. He moves closer, invading your space, pressing his body against yours.

“You look beautiful mi amor, good enough to eat. It appears I’m not the only one to think so. All eyes were on you.” Oh! You gasp as his hand skims along your thigh, moving slowly to the bottom of your dress.

Your entire body is pulsating with need, and the possibility of someone catching you both at any moment only heightened your arousal. “They wish they could touch you like this,” he whispers as his hand inches higher, pushing your dress up your thighs. “They can not. Only I am allowed to touch you. Isn’t that right, amor?”

“Hmm Hmm”. You bite into your bottom lip, nodding your head as you look up at him, his eyes watching your teeth pull at the skin there. “What was that?”

“Yes, only you…only you can touch me.” He nuzzles into your neck, his fingers finally finding their destination. He pulls back, his heated gaze boring into you, “you’re not wearing any underwear!” A sly smirk spreads over your face, “I know.”

Javi growls - almost animalistic as his lips crash into yours devouring you. His fingers run along your wet folds, teasing you. “Be a good girl and keep quiet. If you make a noise, I’ll stop.”

His fingers sink into your aching cunt and your back arches as you moan out. Javi!

“Mi amor, what did I say? If you do not be quiet I will stop.” He works his fingers in and out of you, curling them as he works you towards your climax.

“Javi…just like that…please don’t stop.” You can feel that heat building inside you, that tingle, working its way up your spine and then…

“No please don’t stop…Javi,” you huff in frustration. He has a wicked smile on his face, his hard length pressed against you but you can tell he is as affected by this as you. “Are you going to be a good girl now, amor?”

“Yes.” His lips meet yours again in a searing kiss, ‘good girl’ he whispers into your mouth. He continues to pump you, adding a third finger and you gasp, trying hard not to moan out. “Come for me mi amor. Coat my fingers in your juices.”

“Oh god…oh fuck…”you gasp as he uses his thumb to circle your clit. No god here amor, just me and I need you to come now.” Your legs shake as your orgasm crashes over you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Javi.

He kisses you through it and when your cunt stops fluttering around his thick fingers, he pulls them out and brings them to his mouth - sucking them clean one by one. “Jodidamente delicioso, mi amor.” Fucking delicious, my love.

“There you two are, I’ve been looking…oh! Did I…this isn’t a good time, is it? I’ll go…pretend you didn’t see me..” Nick looks flustered as he averts his gaze.

Javi flickers his eyes back to you and you can see he’s trying to calm himself, to calm his raging hard on and you can’t help but smirk. “We’ll be right out,” you say to Nick, your gaze fixed on Javi.

“Hmm, I’ll make up some excuse for you…it’s your birthday, after all, you can do what you like.” You go to tell him it’s ok but Javi beats you to it. “Gracias amigo, you can tell them I’ve gone to pleasure my wife if you like.”

You swallow hard, your body tingling again as his hungry gaze trails along your form. “Right, oh. You’ve gotten bolder, Javi. I like it. Hollywood suits you.” With that, he’s gone and it’s just you and Javi again.

“Let’s go mi amor, I need to feel you wrapped around me and I can’t wait any longer.” Smiling at him you link your fingers together and lead him away from the party towards your room. “Ok, but first I want to give you your birthday present.”

“I cannot wait, mi amor.”

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Javi Gutierrez: @paulalikestuff @vanemando15 @hb8301 @agingerindenial @almaeunice @a3trogirl

#pedro pascal #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javi gutierrez x fem. reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #javi gutiérrez #pedro pascal fanfiction #TUBWOMT

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theewokingdead · 2 years

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Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

Asterisk (*) denotes smut

One-Shots

Yes

#javi g #javi gutiérrez #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi g x female reader #javi g x reader #javi g x you #javi g fanfic #javi g fanfiction #tuwomt #the unbearable weight of massive talent #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic

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oscarseyebrow · 1 year

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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

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years

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April Fic Recommendations

Hi babies!

As some of you know, I took a break for about a month, and was already a little bit behind on these recommendations. Nonetheless, I still want to take the opportunity to shine some light on these amazing writers!

Today I will be posting my fanficiton recommendations from April, May, and June (:

So, without further ado, here are some of my favorite fics from April (:

2022 Fanfiction Recommendation List

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1. "Vibes" Din Djarin x ADHD! fem reader

@mandoblowmybackout

Y'all, I have ADHD, and while I don't always have an excelled sex drive, this resonated with me. And I LOVED it!!!

Favorite line: “I can hear all the sounds you make.”

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2. "A Bad Idea" Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

@the-blind-assassin-12

I love me some Dieter, but what I really love about this piece is the fact that it detailed on some real-life issues. You don't often see that on here, and I honestly appreciated it!

(please make sure to head the warnings before you read)

Favorite Line: The intimacy that you shared with him that he’d agreed would be just for the two of you.

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3. "Dance With Me?" Javier Peña x F!Reader

@beecastle

This is so cute and so real. I love how everything is described, and I loved seeing a not-so-pretty topic like this be put into a fic.

Favorite line: “Nothing to be sorry for precioso.”

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4. "Wicked Ones" Thief x f!reader

@writeforfandoms

For some reason, I've never read fanficiton for the Thief before. This was a more than pleasant introduction 😍

Favorite line: "Everything I could tell you. Show you.” He squeezed her wrist gently.

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5. "Smutty Javi Drabble" Javi Gutiérrez x f!reader

@boliv-jenta

Oh my lord, okay, so this one isn't long at all, but dear god did it do me in. The imagery? The detail? I was and still am GASPING for air.

Favorite Line: Panting, he reached over to his phone, propped up to capture what he had done to you, the mess he had made of you. “My favourite movie. Mi amor.”

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I know this fic rec list is so late, and I hope it doesn't annoy y'all lol. I enjoy reading everyone's work and promoting the talented writers on this platform <3 As always, if you’d rather not be tagged, please let me know (:

#fic recs #Liv's fic recs #Pedro Pascal #Din Djarin #Dieter Bravo #The Thief #Javier Peña #Javi Gutiérrez

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themand0lorian · 2 years

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jump then fall (i)--spontaneity

Summary: A chance encounter leads to a moment of spontaneity.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating: Mature

Words: ~1300 (AO3)

Tags: strangers to lovers, vacations, getting over an ex, will eventually flow into the movie plot

NOTES: hi all. I have decided I will no longer be doing taglists. unfortunately, they take a ton of time for me, and those being tagged rarely if ever even interact with the post, which is pretty disheartening. if you want to follow this fic, please follow my blog or like the main masterlist page!

this is somewhere between a prologue and a first chapter, so here we go

Javi’s never had anything that’s only his. His business was his father’s; his compound belongs more to his cousin than it ever did to him. His phone is in Gabriela’s hand more than his own, his memorabilia collection is technically on loan from the Nic Cage fan club in Madrid, his clothes are picked by a stylist and shipped sight-unseen. His personality is barely his own—the suave, strong kingpin he’s supposed to portray based more off movie characters than how he feels in his heart.

Which is why he considers the little outcropping over the cliffs his own space. He’s never told anyone about it; his own secret spot to think, plan, to relax. To be the him he always hides away. It’s off the compound, away from the road, hidden in plain sight; a lot of nothing that lets him picture sword fights where the villain falls over the edge, or buddy comedies that focus on new beginnings, or big romance scenes that end in sweeping kisses and happily ever afters. His own personal playground, made only of a few boulders and dirt and a breathtaking view of the sea.

It's why he’s so surprised when he shows up one day to find a woman sitting on one of the rocks; he wasn’t trying to sneak up on her, making plenty of noise slamming car doors and crunching over gravel, but she still didn’t look over at him, even as he paused when he spotted her. He considered turning around; heading back to his car to find somewhere else to escape. He considered asking her to leave—a moment of his current life bleeding into his mind, one he regretted immediately. He considered just staying quiet, sitting on one of the other rocks and just existing in tandem with the woman.

Then he saw it; tracks of tears down her cheeks, glimmering in the setting sun like the waves below the cliff face. His heart went out to the woman—he couldn’t count how many tears he held on to until he reached the same spot. He warred with himself—with the baron he was supposed to be, with the man he was—

“Perdoneme, estas bien?” The words escape before he can stop them, though the woman still doesn’t look over at him. The questions hangs long enough that he takes a few steps toward her, wondering if she heard him.

“Do you believe in love?” It’s certainly not the response he expected. Her accent isn’t local, likely a tourist. She had her shoes off and placed next to a bag at the base of the rock, and he can see a guidebook sticking out the top. He blinks at her a few times, but she stays focused on the sea in front of her.

“Yes,” he answers almost immediately, switching to English. “Yes, I do.”

“I should’ve known,” she scoffs quietly. “Living in a place like this—you were bound to be a dreamer.”

“You do not?” he asks, settling on another rock nearby. Not his usual—she’s on that one—but she intrigues him enough to settle. He wonders how she knows he’s a local, why she won’t look over at him or away from the sea, how her voice comes out clearly, albeit quietly, despite distinct evidence of crying.

“No,” she finally responds, some level of shyness back. “I--I don’t think so.” Javi hums.

“Some things are true whether we believe them or not.” If she recognizes the quote, she doesn’t make mention of it. She doesn’t respond at all, actually—and Javi is eager to continue the conversation, a moment of authenticity in a sea of falsities.

“Where is he?” This causes her head to dart to him, finally—he’s immediately taken by her. Pretty, though not in the conventional way—pretty like a bright smile with crooked teeth or delicate hands marked with fading scars. She’s glaring at him, although barely; he can tell there isn’t much malice behind it.

“The person who left the beautiful girl in this beautiful place wondering whether love is real.” She huffs, shaking her head before looking back out over the ocean. The sun is just reaching the horizon, golden orange glow highlighting each peak and valley. He worries he may have overstepped, opening his mouth to apologize, but she beats him to speaking.

“He never even got on the plane,” she admits. “I—I thought he was going to propose on this trip. Stupid,” she scoffs. Javi doesn’t respond, lets her words hang between them until she adds more. “He—he said I was too boring. Predictable. That I checked all the boxes—but he just wasn’t in love with me. Didn’t think he ever was.”

Javi huffs in response, rolling his eyes. The answer surprises him—he hadn’t meant to open wounds, though he thinks he may know how to fix it.

“Perhaps it is time to do something spontaneous, then.” “Like flying to Majorca solo?” she quips, and he smiles, standing and wiping his hands down his pants before reaching one out to her.

“Do you trust me?” She searches his face for an answer—whether looking for reasons to trust or reasons not to, he isn’t sure—but when he gives a small grin, she reaches out to him, and he grips her hand, beginning to pull her along.

His quick walk breaks into a trot, her following behind as he brings her past the rocks, closer and close to the edge of the cliff, a small laugh finally escaping her until he pulls her along and—

Before she can protest, she’s falling, Javi a few feet ahead of her, her dress billowing like a jellyfish as she plunges into the ocean. When she surfaces, water-logged and out of breath, she treads around looking for him.

When she makes eye contact again, his face plastered in a shit-eating grin as water drips from the ends of his honeyed hair, she can’t help but laugh; the two falling into raucous giggles as she gapes at him.

“What if I couldn’t swim?” “I—I had not thought of that,” Javi admits sheepishly, and she splashes him playfully. “But it was spontaneous, no?”

“Oh my god,” she sighs, laughing. The two swim to shore easily, Javi pulling her to her feet when he knows it’s safe to stand. Eventually, they trudge out of the water, wringing salt from their clothes as they escape onto warm sand.

“I didn’t know you could cliff jump here—I just saw it from my AirBnB, and—” “You cannot,” he admits, and she gives him wide eyes. “Well—for the right price, you can, I guess.” He walks quietly back up the hill with her, letting her get her shoes and bag she left behind in their jump. He’s wont to let her go, though he knows his time with her is finite, he’s desperate to hold on as she begins to start walking back into town.

“What will you do now?” She turns to him, wringing her hands.

“I—I’m not sure,” she confesses. “Everything I had planned—it all reminds me of him.” He huffs, shaking some seawater from the tips of his hair. “I don’t even think I’m even that upset about him, you know? Just—the situation, I guess.” He nods in understanding.

“How long are you here?”

“Two weeks.”

“Let me show you around,” he practically pleads, stepping closer. She examines him closely, so he continues. “I am a local. I know all the places that are not in guidebooks or on the internet. I—I can show you them, and you will not be reminded.” She still searches his face, as if to say, “What’s in this for you?”

“Please,” he tries, gentle yet firm. “I would really like to. And—it would be spontaneous.” “Totally unexpected,” she offers back, a smile beginning to form.

“Unpredictable.” He nods eagerly, eyes lighting up.

“Okay, I’m in.”

#javi g #javi gutierrez #javi gutiérrez #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x y/n #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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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 😘

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog to follow and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post

“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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JAVIER PEÑA

more than words

doubting myself

3:01

a stranger in need, a helping hand

Imagine: being an observant boyfriend

tug

full of surprises

FRANKIE MORALES

get on the floor

“One more chapter”

Frankie had a long day and he’s tired…

Frankie notices you like a certain piece of jewelry…

Frankie finds you crying in the hallway

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

Imagine: morning, fascination

meet me here and kiss me

DAVE YORK

baby, what a big surprise

the thought of being with you is overwhelming

pull me into your embrace

ruin me

MARCUS PIKE

date night…or not?

Valentine’s Day

doors opening

morning shenanigans

DIETER BRAVO

you help Dieter when he’s stuck watching his own movie

give me a sign

JAVI GUTIÉRREZ

introducing Javi to Paddington 2

happy birthday, sweetheart

JOEL MILLER

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queridopascal · 2 years

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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.

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Nine: Lady Maribel’s Wedding

pairing: victorian au!javi gutierrez x f!oc (Florence Bell)

rating: E (18+ ONLY, love triangle angst, javi being bad for once, noncon-exhibitionism, unprotected piv, florence being a young fool in love)

wc: 3.7k

an: y’all aren’t ready for the dramaaaaaa in this one. don’t kill me pls i had to give javi a flaw 😭

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Two months had passed since the night of Benjamin and Maribel’s engagement dinner, the bleak January rain and frost turning into a soft March drizzle, the flowers blooming in the countryside as Florence and Javi’s carriage trotted along the dirt road.

Javier sat in front of her, his eyes focused on his sketchbook as he busied himself with a portrait for the bride and bridegroom. Florence watched him rather closely, intent on taking him in while she was free of the distractions she knew waited for her at home.

To say things had gone back to their previous state would’ve been a lie. Javi struggled with loving his bride-to-be, or more accurately, with trusting her. It broke her to see him fight such a war internally, all because she chose to follow her body’s urges and allow herself to give in to her heart’s deepest desire.

She wished she could say she’d forgotten about Frankie, that she didn’t still yearn for him, but it wasn’t true. In fact, not a day passed without his image crossing her mind. She wondered how he was faring, how all of this weighed on his soul. At least she had a partner to bear it with, a person to love her in the spaces in between. Frankie was all alone, with nothing and no one to confide in besides his journal and the garden he tended to. She longed to apologize to him, to ask his forgiveness for treating him as nothing more than an affair when he couldn’t have been further from it. But she knew him far too well to think that he would accept that apology as anything more than an insult to their love. Besides, Javi had laid his terms out clearly and plainly—she wasn’t to see or speak to Frankie, unless of course she was choosing him.

She wasn’t sure she was ready for such a commitment. To lose Javi would not only mean losing a fiancé, it would mean losing her dearest friend and closest confidant. She couldn’t bear such a thought.

“How is it coming, my love?” Florence asked, pulling Javi’s eyes away from his work. He gave her that bright, boyish smile that soothed every ache in her chest and moved to sit beside her, showing her the half-completed sketch. “Oh, it’s lovely, Javi! Mari is going to adore it.”

“Thank you,” he replied, blushing as he tucked the sketchbook away. He grabbed both of her gloved hands and ran his fingers over her knuckles, his eyes locked on hers and lips parted to speak. “I…wanted to ask how you’re feeling…being back here.”

Florence sucked in a sharp breath and dropped her eyes to her lap where their hands remained clasped together. “I’m feeling…okay.”

“That wasn’t very believable,” he chuckled. “Please, I want your honesty.”

“Well,” she began with a sigh. “Honestly…I’m nervous. Very nervous. Not only because of…” She couldn’t manage the courage to say Frankie’s name but Javi understood her regardless. “But also to see my mother after everything. I worry she’s going to fawn over you every second, and I hate that. You’re not some prize for her to parade about to all her friends at court. You’re going to be my husband—you’re my prize.”

“Mi amor—” He grinned, reaching to tuck one of her chocolate ringlets behind her ear. “I assure you, I will be glued to your side the entirety of the week. Your mother will have to pry me from you to parade me about.”

Florence chuckled and nodded, attempting to calm her worries.

“And then,” he continued. “We will be off to Majorca to be wed. Then we’ll spend the next year traveling the world together, just me and you.”

“The whole world?” she chuckled, her finger tracing the curve of his bottom lip. Javi grabbed the hand that was lifted to his face and pressed a kiss onto her wrist.

“Anywhere you want to go, Florecita,” he hummed, his eyes batting shut as he breathed in her perfume. “I want to see everything in the world with you, my muse. I want to do everything in the world with you.”

“Let’s go to Paris after we’re married,” she grinned, now filled with excitement from the romantic scenes her lover had painted for her. “I want to see where you lived, what you did, what inspired you.”

“The countryside only,” he said, his face turning grave. “That’s the only part I want to revisit. Everything else—I don’t want it near you.”

“Can’t I decide that for myself?” Florence asked, her brows lacing together, that sickly sweet excitement simmering into something closer to irritation. “You got the chance to decide for yourself what you got to see and do. Why can’t I?”

“Because you’re my bride and I want better for you—“

“Because I’m your bride?” she scoffed and pulled her hand from his. “I am supposed to be your lover. Your confidant. Your equal.”

“You are—“

“No,” she shook her head and gestured at him. “We’re not even wed yet and you’re determining what parts of the world you’ll allow me to see!”

“There’s nothing for you in those parts of the world, Florecita. All I am trying to do is keep you safe—“

“Javi, you got to live a full life simply because you have a cock,” she said, turning to him with a stern, unimpressed look. “I want a full life. I want a full life beside you. But I do not want a life sheltered from the storms you decide I cannot weather. Do you understand me on this?”

“I do,” he sighed, reaching for your chin. “I love when you’re stern with me.”

“Do you?” she smirked.

“I love when you’re anyway with me,” he smiled. “But there’s something about you telling me off that sparks something inside me.”

“That’s good to know,” she grinned and kissed him.

“Frankie!” Leo called, running across the slowly thawing garden with a wide grin on his face. “Frankie, Florence is on her way!”

Frankie sighed to himself as he raked up all the soggy dead leaves from the winter season.

“Yes, I know,” he replied, dejected.

“You aren’t happy?” the child asked, tilting his head at his friend.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, Leo,” he said, pausing his work to look at the boy. “Of course I’m happy, but—”

“Lord Javier,” he interjected, earning a nod. “I do not mind Javier. Of course, I’d prefer it if you were marrying Flo, but my mother has told me that’s not possible. Why isn’t it possible?”

“I’m just not as wealthy as they’d like,” he replied, shrugging. “And truth be told, I do not mind Javier either. He seems to be a good man.”

“But he’s not you.”

“Perhaps that’s a good thing.” Picking up his work again, he moved further down the shrub he was manicuring and began taking a new pile. “The last time they were here together they seemed happy. She seemed…happy.”

His mind flipped back to the night in his cabin, the night she’d given herself back to him while her intended was back in London. He hadn’t gotten the image of her asleep in his arms out of his mind since then—a cruel, but welcome torment.

“I overheard my father talking about your departure,” Leo started again, watching as Frankie raked the leaves.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“How long will you be gone? And why does it have to be so far away?”

Frankie sighed again, trying to tame his frustration over the subject as he looked to the little boy.

“I will be gone as long as I’m told,” he said. “And the further away I am, the less chance your sister will have of seeing me.”

“Why can’t the two of you be allowed to see each other? Surely she’s allowed to have a friend, even in marriage.”

Frankie chuckled and shook his head.

“There is no universe, no reality that exists in which your sister and I can ever be friends. Your parents know this well.”

Leo frowned and looked down at the grass. “My parents must not see the bond between the two of you. I don’t know how they could be so cruel.”

“They’re not,” Frankie assured, reaching to pat Leo on the shoulder. “They’re only looking out for Florence’s best interest. I do not fault them for that.”

“Leo!” Lady Elizabeth called from the house. “Come inside for your bath!”

“Yes, mum!” he called back before turning to Frankie. “For what it’s worth, you will always be family to me, Mr. Frankie.”

Frankie couldn’t help but smile at that, watching the young boy as he ran off to his mother who was shooting daggers towards her gardener. Frankie looked away quickly, knowing his delicate position in this family well.

He wouldn’t have said yes to Lord Thomas’s proposition for him to move to America if Florence was still here, ready to run away with him and start a new life, away from all of this high society nonsense. But she wasn’t. She was still promised to someone else, and last he overheard, a date had been officially set. So, with nothing left to lose, he agreed to the terms. He’d leave England and Florence and move to New York to have a new life, one better than most who come from a similar background. He’d have his own home, his own land, and a job working for Florence’s uncle, James.

He had to remind himself every hour that this was a good deal, but he couldn’t help but still feel like he lost.

“Mari!” Florence chirped as she stepped out of the carriage with Javi’s hand steadying her, the sight of her soon-to-be sister in law distracting her from the looming thought of Frankie just a few miles away.

“Flo,” Maribel hummed as she hugged Florence close. “How was the ride?”

“It was lovely,” she replied, turning to look at Javi as he stood beside her. “I had good company.”

“She had great company,” he corrected with a smirk and a teasing bump of his shoulder against hers.

“Where’s Benjamin?” Florence asked.

“He’s at your family’s home,” she replied. “They should be arriving anytime. Your entire staff is already here working on the dinner.”

“The entire staff?” Florence asks, anxiety thick in her voice at the thought of coming face to face with Frankie after everything.

“I think so.”

Florence doesn’t fail to notice the way Javi’s smile is wiped away when she looks at him, his eyes locked on his shoes, his jaw clenched.

“Well,” Florence exhales and forces a smile on her face as she looks back to Maribel. “Shall we head inside?”

“Yes, you both must be so tired after riding all afternoon. Let me show you to your rooms—“ She smiled as she led the two of them up the steps to the palace, turning back to give them a smirk. “Tio insisted on separate bedrooms, primo.”

“Por supuesto,” Javi sighed, heavily ladened with the thought of interacting with his father again. Florence sensed the worry and slid her hand into his, only for him to pull his hand away and tuck it into his pocket.

Florence could feel her concern growing into irritation at the way he closed himself off from her, especially when she had yet to do anything wrong. All it took was the potential of her even thinking of Frankie for him to give her the cold shoulder. She wondered if it would be like this forever, Javi’s insecurity leaving her unable to have even the simple luxury of her own thoughts.

She hoped not.

“Aren’t you coming?” Anna asked Frankie as he stood at the carriage, helping the family as they headed out for the evening ceremony and reception.

“No,” he said simply. “I was told to remain here to look over the estate.”

“Nonsense,” Anna said, an appalled look on her face as she looked to her mother and father. “Allow Frankie to come.”

“No,” Lady Elizabeth replied, shocked at her daughter’s order.

“Well, I am not going, then,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Anna, get in the carriage,” Lord Thomas ordered, his voice demanding obedience in a way that his wife’s couldn’t. Anna sighed, knowing she had no choice but to follow the order. She turned to Frankie and frowned.

“I will bring you back some dessert,” she promised, delighting at the faint smile that grew on his face. “Perhaps they’ll have lemon tarts. I know they’re your favorite.”

“How did you know that?” he asked, but Lady Elizabeth’s bark for her daughter to get in the carriage left the question unanswered. With another smile, the seventeen year old climbed inside the carriage, Frankie closing the door behind her.

He watched as the family rode off, leaving him alone on the property for the first time in his life. There were no servants to keep him company, no tasks to complete. He was ordered into solitude, and he couldn’t have hated it more.

The ceremony was a lovely, candlelit scene. It was clear that Benjamin and Maribel were as in love as it got, but the row between Javi and Florence dampened the romance of it all for the couple who hadn’t spoken since they arrived.

Once the ceremony had concluded, Javi turned to Florence, admiring the way she sparkled in her gown and makeup, and felt unable to continue this silent treatment he’d been giving her since he saw her eyes light up with hope over the thought of Frankie being here, even when he knew fully well that the Bell men had purposely arranged for Frankie to remain at the estate.

“To the garden, then?” Florence asked in an exhale, her eyes meeting his for the first time all afternoon. He smiled and shook his head, the desire to get her all alone and claim her as his for the first time outweighing the desire to stay at the party. “No?”

“No,” he smirked as he combed a stray ringlet out of her face. “Do you trust me, Florecita?”

She tilted her head at him and let out a chuckle. “What are you planning? An apology?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching to hold her hands. “I was jealous. And insecure. But, I know you love me. I know you wouldn’t hurt me again. I know that.”

“Good, because it’s the truth.” She lifted her hand to rest on his cheek, loving the way he leaned into it.

“I‘ve been thinking about the fact that you and I have yet to…give ourselves completely to one another,” he said, nerves causing his voice to waver. “I wanted to wait—to do it right, but…I can’t wait any longer. I want you, my love. I want you right now.”

“There’s too many people here,” she blushed.

“I know a place where we can be alone,” he smirked.

“My family home?” she asked, giggling at the mischief of it all. “Are you sure we won’t be caught?”

Javi knew he was crossing a moral line by lying to her and assuring her that no one was there to find them, knowing fully well that Frankie would be on the grounds, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted Frankie to walk in. He wanted him to see that she was no longer his. He wanted to claim her in front of the only person that mattered.

“No,” he said. “There’s no one there.”

Florence bit her lip, thrilled by the plan, and nodded. “Then let’s hurry.”

The estate was quiet as Frankie sat in the greenhouse tinkering with a broken rake that was in desperate need of fixing. It wasn’t until he heard the crunch of wheels on gravel that he lifted his head up from his work, his brows furrowed in confusion. Lord Thomas made it clear that the family would be staying over at the Gutierrez palace tonight, so who could possibly be arriving?

Setting his tools down, he wiped his hands on a spare cloth before walking through the dark garden to the front of the home to get a glimpse of the carriage, noticing that it wasn’t one that belonged to the family as far as he could recall. His eyes caught a glimpse of candlelight in the window as the mysterious guest ascended the staircase to the second story, causing his heart to race as he sought out a weapon he could use to defend himself if someone was attempting a burglary. Running into his tool shed, he found an ax that he desperately hoped would only have to serve as a means for intimidation and carried it with him as he entered through the back door.

Florence and Javi were all giggles and hands as they clumsily made their way to her bedroom, Javi nearly dropping the candlestick he was carrying a few times when Florence got too handsy.

“My love,” she hummed as they stood in the middle of her childhood room, grabbing the candlestick from his hands and setting it on her nightstand before returning her hands to his face. “I want you so badly.”

“You can have me, Florecita,” he whispered, pulling her into his body to kiss her harder than he’d ever kissed her before. She moaned into his mouth at the promise and reached to unbutton his vest and dress shirt while he skillfully undid her corset without ever breaking the kiss. Florence grinned as she moved away from him to let her dress and skirts fall to the floor, leaving her in only her undergarments. Javi nearly broke at the sight, his pants tenting with the evidence of her arousal as he watched her step out of her thin slip, exposing herself to him completely now.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, reaching a hand up to cup her breast, his thumb stroking over the stiffened peak before he was hurrying to take his pants off. “I promise, mi amor, I will eat you like you’re my last meal after we’re done, but I need you now.”

“I need you too,” she replied as she watched his pants drop to unveil his cock to her for the first time ever. “You’re so big,” she hummed.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched her obey. When she positioned herself on all fours for him, he smirked. “That’s how you want it, mi vida?”

“Mmhm,” she nodded, looking back at him with a smile that made him feel weak in the knees and dizzy in the head. Javi could barely contain his excitement as he lined himself up behind her, pumping his cock as he swiped it up and down her wetness until she was begging for him. “Javi, please.”

“Louder,” he ordered, hoping that if his plan was succeeding, there would already be someone right outside the door.

“Javi, please! I need you,” she was whining now, desperate for a taste of the forbidden fruit she adored so much.

“Tell me you love me,” he said, clenching his jaw. “Tell me I’m the only one.”

“You’re the only one. I love you more than anything,” she cried, wiggling her ass at him. Javi smiled and bit his lip as he pressed inside of her slick heat, the couple moaning in unison at the tight fit. “You feel so good!”

A loud clank in the doorway made Florence gasp and freeze, the sight of Frankie standing there watching them, listening to the words only Javi was meant to hear making her heart break. Frankie held a tear in his eye as he looked at her only once before turning and rushing down the hall.

Javi was surprised to feel Florence pushing him off of her before scrambling to find her slip dress and shoes to chase after Frankie rather than stay here with him.

“Florence—“

“No!” she shouted, pointing a finger at him. “You knew. You knew he’d be here, you knew he’d come looking. You knew.”

“I just wanted to—“

“To what? To claim me? Javi,” she sighed and shook her head. “I may love you but I do not like you at all sometimes.”

“Florecita—“ His heart was breaking all because of his own jealousy and he hated himself for it. “Please…don’t chase him. Don’t…choose him.”

Florence stood there, looking more confused than she’d ever been before as she battled a war of her heart and mind. She desperately wanted to chase after Frankie, to hold him, to apologize to him, to…run away with him. But would he even let her? Could he even look at her?

“It is going to take a very long time for me to forgive you for this, you do know that?” she asked, seemingly deciding against chasing after her former lover. Javier nodded. “You ruined our first night together over jealousy. Every time we’re together like this, I am going to think of this moment. Of how you betrayed me and exposed me. Do you know that?”

“I’m so…so sorry,” he said, climbing out of bed to kneel at her feet. “I told you I wasn’t always good. Not the good that you see in me, at least. This was just another thing that I regret, achingly. I beg you for your forgiveness, but I know it will take much more than a few pitiful words to earn it. Please…let me earn it.”

Florence stared down at the man she considered a best friend, seeing the truth of his regret in his eyes. Though she still felt sick with fury and resentment, she found herself nodding, unable to stop herself from loving him like her mind told her she should.

“But we will not be getting married next month,” she said simply. “I need time to forgive you before I commit my life to you.”

“Yes, my love. Anything you ask,” he said.

“And we will go to Paris. We will visit every place you’ve been, we will meet every friend you have. And then, perhaps I’ll get to meet the real you. The hidden you I’ve met tonight.”

Javier seemed to panic at the thought of his worlds colliding, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to marry a man she didn’t know completely and entirely.

“Okay,” he finally managed.

“Okay.” And however messy and complicated, they decided to carry on, with neither of them changing a single bit.

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