#javi gutiérrez x you

[grogusmum]

IRL

Part 3 @han_shot_first

JAVI X F!PLUS SIZE!READER

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

WORD COUNT: 1800ish

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

“Javi?”

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

“The next film-”

He pulls away as the lights flicker again. 

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

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

After you settle into your seat-

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

“For?”

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

You smile; Javi really is the sweetest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Javi? Please take me upstairs.” 

This is when Javi’s brain short circuits.

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

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

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

“When?”

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

“But-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“May I undress you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wants me, you think, all of me.

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

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

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

“Did you like that, Girasol?”

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[flightlessangelwings]

La Estrella de mi Vida Masterlist (complete)

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

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

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

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

Each chapter has more specific warnings too.

Total word count: 15.6k

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

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

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[lovesbiggerthanpride]

How about being the one to show Javi G Paddington 2 and he reacts similarly to Nick and by the end you say

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x f!reader

Notes: established relationship, a few pet names, implied spicy times

This definitely got away from me, but I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the prompt, @nicolethered.

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Date nights with Javi always include a movie. The format varied — sharing a factoid, reviewing particular scenes to catch a subtle line, or better yet, being in the entertainment room to watch a film in its entirety.Sometimes, the movie watching would take longer because Javi would pause to explain or praise the acting or the cinematography, or maybe you two would get handsy and emulate the love scenes you were viewing.

Others would roll their eyes at Javi’s number one hobby and passion, but you did not mind. You admire it. He supports everything you do, so this is a no-brainer.

Javi continually works on the balancing act, so he doesn’t overwhelm you. But if he could spend all day in your arms, talk about movies, and not have to work, he would.

This date was special because you just returned from a vacation, spending time with family and your sweet nephew. Unbeknownst to Javi, you have a recommendation. Something you knew he would not have chosen if you were not involved.

As you scroll down the menu to find your selection, you grin. “You’re going to love this!”

“I don’t think so.”

You stop to question him. “How do you know?”

With knitted brows and a pursed lip, Javi states his case. “Why would I watch a movie with limited depth? There has to be a takeaway, amor. I need to be enlightened or something. I doubt Paddington 2 is going to do that for me.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, using the same level of charm he provides on a daily basis. “Sweet Javi. What do you always ask me? Hmm? ‘Just try it and maybe you’ll like it?’ You prove me wrong when I think I won’t appreciate a new movie.”

He begins to bite on his lip slightly. There’s no way he’s going to resist your honesty wrapped in a lovely bow. As he contemplates, you keep making sweet eyes at him.

“Please?”

The stern demeanor changes and his cheeks rise.

“Okay. I trust you.”

“I’ll be the enthusiastic host this time. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.”

With a sigh, he nods. You pull him in for a “thank you” kiss, taking this opportunity to pass your hand through his gorgeous curls. Assuming it would be a quick exchange, you begin to move, but he keeps you here, deepening the kiss, cupping your face.

You feel flushed when you do separate.

“Wow, I thought we were going to watch.”

“We are.” The smile that flashes has you melting. “I want to kiss my girl a little while longer before we get started.”

You press play and silence your phone, as if you were in a public theatre.

“We can cuddle,” he stretches out on the couch.

A giggle escapes your lips. “Of course!”

You slide back into his embrace, your head rests on his broad chest, leg draping over his, while he assumes position. Arm around your waist, and his free hand takes residence on your ass.

The cuddliest boyfriend ever.

One hundred and four minutes later, you observe a cinematic miracle. The most critical of brown eyes are blurry with tears. Javi has been mesmerized by the storytelling and the adorable being that is the bear in the red hat.

Feigning innocence, you sit up. You need the full Javi review. “Honey, are you okay?”

Javi wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. A couple of sniffles follow. “That was more than what I expected. I was foolish to deny myself. I was proven wrong. This could have been your typical surface layer children’s tale. Fan service. But this? I do not kid, but this changed my life.”

Javi pauses to take a deep breath, which leaves you in suspense. Patting his hand, you encourage him to continue.

“It makes me want to…dare I say, change some of my ways? Be a better man?”

You know he can wax poetic, but this confession has taken the cake. Crossing your arms, you ease back into the cushion.

“Hmm.”

He studies your face to decipher the tone of your remark. He rests his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. “What? Let me know what you are thinking. I must know.”

Your bottom lip is quivering and then your body starts to move, and he realizes where you’re going with this.

After shaking his head, Javi points his finger at you. “Don’t you—”

But it’s too late; your body racks with laughter, barely able to get words out.

“This is perfect!”

“Oh, come on, darling, give me a break!”

You catch your breath, meeting Javi’s eyes. With a smirk, you proudly declare, “I fucking told you.”

“You did,” he admits. “You are right, my love.”

Rising to your feet, you ask for his hand, which he gives you. “How about we tap into our feelings and end our date on a high note?”

Your eyes sparkle as you finish your request. Javi immediately catches on, turns off the projector, takes the lead towards his room for the aftershow.

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

"All Over You" + 11, 12, 13!

For this ask game

All over you - Javi G x established relationship!Reader

11: I like a lot about this fic, but i most of all love just how needy and selfish I made Javi G whilst keeping that undertone of him being soft and subby.

12: I dislike some of the repetition in it, but it was a short so I’m not too bothered. I really don’t like that I haven’t done more with this Javi G x reader aha

13: I tend to flick between a few playlists when I write but this has a lot of Chappell Roan influence especially Red Wine Supernova

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[harmonity-vibes]

Imagine

When you tell a funny anecdote about a film.

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[themand0lorian]

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.”

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[boliv-jenta]

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

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

@micheleamidalajedi Hope you like it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Javi!" You grinned uncontrollably as you boarded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[theewokingdead]

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[odetodilfs]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x male reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #x male reader #top male reader

[grogusmum]

A Javi Drabble

JAVI GUTIÉRREZ X F!READER

WORD COUNT: 565ish

SUMMARY: Javi and Reader get engaged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You kissed him and told him it was fine.

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

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

But he'd gotten distracted, again. 

He has trouble saying no to people. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You huff a laugh and nod.

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

“I thought you didn’t want…”

He sneaks a kiss.

“Please marry me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are?”

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

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

THANKS FOR READING💚

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[flightlessangelwings]

Unofficial 2 Month Posting Plan!

Hey y’all! Hope everyone is enjoying their summer and staying safe too!! It’s been a while since I did a posting schedule cause life’s been A Lot lately and I haven’t been able to stick to a set schedule. But things are a little calmer right now and I have a plan for what I want to get posted in the next 2 months!

So, here’s an unofficial posting schedule for August and September before we get to kinktober in October!!

As always, all my works and my blog is strictly 18+ only!! Minors please do not follow or interact!!

August

La Estrella de mi Vida- Javi Gutiérrez x fem!reader (3 parts). Reader is the daughter of the doctor to the cartels, and her and Javi have secretly pined for each other for years. But once Javi’s father passes away, things change and they can’t deny their feelings anymore. But that’s only the beginning of their story. How will they navigate a relationship in the dangerous world they live in?

September

Untitled Veracruz fic (fem!reader “Cariño”)- The return of Veracruz!! It’s been months since I’ve written for him and I’m excited to get back to him again!! I’m this installment, Cariño and V go to a formal ball where Veracruz’s superior get a little too close to Cariño….

Untitled bodyguard Din (gn!reader, 2 parts)- Based on the post about your appointed knight tenderly helping you tie your corset that inspired this entire fic. Reader’s brother is about to be appointed leader of their planet, but that places a target on Reader’s back so he hires a Mandalorian bodyguard. Feelings bloom between them as they spend all their time together and find comfort in one another. And everything is out to the test one fateful night…

Taglists are open! The form is on my masterlist, just I ask that you please interact if you want to be tagged. I also have an update blog that you can follow too and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates

#javi gutierrez x reader #comandante veracruz x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #Javi Gutiérrez x you #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #jey's wips #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

[osped]

JOSE PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL

HIS CHARACTERS

🌟 Good Morning, Bachelor Nation! 🌟 by @elvinaa

You have a big ass by @pedros-husband

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

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

Having Triplets: by @absurdthirst

PEDRO PASCAL

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

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

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

PERO TOVAR

Pero Tovar and his Guerrera by @prolix-yuy

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

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

Temple of Love ; Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky-stories

OBERYN MARTELL

Window Shopping by @the-dendrophile-bookdragon

Birfday - Oberyn by @writeforfandoms

MARCUS PIKE

I’m Here by @davnittbraes

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

JAVIER PENA

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

Nᴏᴛ Iɴᴛᴏ Bᴏʏs (Jᴀᴠɪᴇʀ Pᴇñᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

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

wait, what? by @plentyoffandoms

Trick and Treat by @jobean12-blog

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

quickie at the party ; LA LLUVIA 🌧️ by @creedslove

JOEL MILLER

the sun will shine again by @foli-vora

loads of hickeys by @talaok

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

Joel Miller Masterlist by @jobean12-blog

sated by @softlyspector

Feral Masterlist by @ohraicodoll

"a gentle hand" — joel miller by @louswrld11

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

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

Halloween Special by @strang3lov3

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls

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

grumpy!husband!joel by @cruelfvkingsummer

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Skinny Dipping by @second-axis-point

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

DIN DJARIN

In The Silence by @dindjarindiaries

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

Uncut by @beskarandblasters

the cantina by @spctrsgf

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

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

Familiar & Unfamiliar by @theidiotwhowritesthings

DIETER BRAVO

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

DAVE YORK

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

FRANKIE MORALES

Broken by @musings-of-a-rose

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

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ (Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

Telltale Heart by @astroboots

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

MARCUS PIKE

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

used by you by @foli-vora 

SILVA

Tʜᴇ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Mᴀɴ (Sɪʟᴠᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

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

[oscarseyebrow]

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

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

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

fanfiction

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

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

Let Go - @flightlessangelwings | Joel Miller x F Reader

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

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

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

Enkindle - @oscarseyebrow | Din Djarin x F Reader

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

Seed Pearls - @zinzinina | Din Djarin x F Reader

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

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

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

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

Aphelion - @oscarseyebrow | Poe Dameron x F Reader

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

The Holiday - @dailyreverie | Poe Dameron x Reader

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

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

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

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

Yuánfèn - @writerwrites | Steve Rogers x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

artwork

Steven Grant - @pumpkin-stars

Weeknights Frankie - @mjpens

Space Sisters - @manofbeskar

Din Djarin in the waters of Mandalore - @mjpens

Don't be afraid - @stealyourblorbos

shops

TheHouseofApollo

#fic rec #art rec #the mandalorian #obi wan kenobi #poe dameron #triple frontier #the batman #boba fett #moon knight #daredevil #matt murdock #din djarin x reader #frankie morales x reader #joel miller x reader #boba fett x reader #eddie munson x reader #javier pena x reader #dave york x reader #general hux x reader #obi wan x reader #matt murdock x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader

[guess-my-next-obsession]

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

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

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

wc: 3.2k

series masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Even so—“

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

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

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

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

“And then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I suppose, but—“

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

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

“Leo, it’s not as simple—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Law?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, sir,” Frankie nodded politely.

“And who is this?”

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

“French?” Thomas asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only time could tell.

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[thefloorisbalaclava]

2 a.m. thot: Javi G - Day 1

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader Words: 1,140 Warnings: SMUT but make it soft - unprotected sex, woman on top, Javi loves encouraging you during sex ;) Summary: You wake up at 2 a.m. and try to find a way to yourself back to sleep. Javi comes to the rescue.

A/N: So I've done a 2 a.m. thots series with Frankie, and I felt like doing one for Javi G. Here it is! I am not using a tag list for this because I'm not sure who is even reading my stuff anymore. [javi g masterlist]

You rolled over and looked at the clock.

2 am.

“Dammit,” you whispered, trying your best not to wake Javi, who slept soundly beside you. He never had trouble falling asleep, and you envied him that.

You sat up and stretched before standing and making your way downstairs. Maybe watching some television would help get you to sleep.

--

You flipped through channels without an aim, trying to find something to fill your mind. It was pointless. You turned the TV on and then laid down, burying your face in one of the throw pillows on the sofa. It was blue—your favorite color. Javi had redesigned the entire room when he found out.

You lifted your head to find Javi standing there. You yelped and sat up quickly.

“Jesus Javi,” you gasped.

“You weren’t in bed. I was worried,” he said innocently.

“I can’t seem to stay asleep,” you told him with a shrug. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I don’t mind if you do.” He sat beside you and then held his arms out to you. You crawled into his lap and put your head on his shoulder.

“Mmm, I love when you hold me,” you sighed.

“I will hold you forever if you need me to.” He kissed your forehead, and you smiled up at him. His gaze fell to your lips, and you traced his with a finger. Before long, he was kissing you. You ran your fingers through his hair with one hand. He pulled away with a smile.

“You are supposed to find ways to fall asleep, my love.”

“You kissed me, Javi,” you giggled.

“I know. You are irresistible even at 2 a.m.” He moved close again and brushed his nose against yours. You bit your lip and gave him a playful smile. “Uh oh…” Javi said.

“What?” you asked innocently as you played with his hair.

“I know that look.”

“Yeah? What does it mean?” You sat up straight in his lap.

“It means…you want something,” he responded. “I just don’t know what.”

“You,” you told him quickly. “I want you.”

“You already have me,” he said sweetly, innocently.

“You know what I mean.” You looked at him until the realization sank in.

“Oh…” He smirked. “Right here?”

“Is that okay with you?” You traced his jawline.

“My darling, I would make love to you anywhere and everywhere…” He kissed you gently, and you sighed into it. “Are you wearing anything under…” He slipped his hand under the nightgown you wore. His eyebrows nearly touched his hairline.

“No,” you simpered. He kept his hand between your legs, watching as he pressed his fingers against your core. You gasped and spread your legs a little. He loved watching the faces you made as he pleasured you, so his eyes stayed on you.

“How does it feel?” he asked quietly.

“So good, Javi,” you whined, grinding in his lap. He grunted, and you could feel him harden in his boxer briefs, the only thing he wore to bed unless he chose to sleep naked.

He took his hand between your legs and sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes to your taste.

“Do I taste good?” you asked.

“Always. Like the most succulent fruit.”

You looked away shyly, but he turned your head, so you were looking at him again. You smiled, and he smiled back.

“What?” he asked. You leaned in so that you were closer to his ear.

“I want to ride you,” you whispered, and he trembled. You kissed his neck as you pulled away to stand up.

“Show me,” Javi said, watching you intently. You pulled your nightgown off, and Javi bit his lip.

“Your turn.” You watched as he lifted his hips, pulled his boxer briefs down, and then kicked them off. “Come here.”

You giggled as you straddled him. You kissed him as you grabbed his cock to lower yourself onto him. He threw his head back as you slowly inched yourself down. The stretch was always so good.

“Fuck, Javi…” you gasped as you fully seated yourself on him. “Hold me,” you told him. He wrapped his arms around you and looked up as you started riding him slowly.

“Yes, my love, just like that.” He rubbed your back, pumping up into you. He kissed and nipped at your breasts.

Here it was, 2 am, and you were riding your boyfriend on a sofa as if you both hadn’t just rolled out of bed.

Javi hadn’t taken his eyes off you even as he slipped one hand between your legs to play with you.

“I want you to come,” he said breathlessly. You coming was his favorite sound, especially when you said his name.

You rode him faster as he played with you. “Fuck, I love you so much, Javi,” you whimpered.

“I love you too, my angel. Come for me.”

You cried out for him as you clawed at his back and swirled your hips on him even faster.

“Yes,” he hissed as your walls clenched around him. He knew you were coming, and he knew it was for him. It was always for him. “Ah, my beautiful angel…”

“Javi…” you cried, slowing to nearly a stop, but Javi was still thrusting into you, so your body bounced with each one.

“Here it comes, my love.” His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he pumped fast and hard until he moaned loudly and stilled, his hips moving of their own accord as his cock throbbed inside you.

You both stayed silent—the only sound in the room was the huffing and puffing of you two trying to catch your breath.

Javi finally sat back, pulling you along with him. “I was not expecting to get out of bed at 2 am to do that.”

“Neither was I,” you laughed. “Do you think I planned this?”

“I would not put it past you,” he teased, and you nipped at his neck, making him hiss.

“I think I’ll be able to sleep now,” you said before yawning.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped.” He chuckled as he rubbed your back. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

“Can I just sleep here?” you groaned.

“Like this? In my lap with me inside you?” he asked, and you clenched around him at that. “Be careful, or I might not let you sleep.”

“Hm?” You were already falling asleep.

Javi chuckled again. “Let’s get you in bed.”

You got to your feet reluctantly and bent to pick up your nightgown. Javi slipped his boxer briefs back on and then took your hand.

“I think we both deserve some rest, hm?”

You took his hand. “Yeah.”

He kissed your hand and then led you back to the bedroom. He made sure not to fall asleep until he knew you were sleeping.

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[thewayofthemandalorian]

just us together - oneshot

Pairing: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: When your boyfriend Javi is overworked, you take him away from all the stress of work, where the two of you can just be together.

Word count: 1,548

Notes: Just a little drabble. This wouldn’t leave me alone after I first put the idea in @ezrasbirdie​​​ inbox of whisking away Javi to swim with me. Also, I think we all deserve something nice. Written in the drafts so any wonkiness is mine.

Warnings: Age gap (older man/younger woman, not specified, but I’d put the age gap at anywhere between 7-10 years), established relationship, lots of kissing, fluff galore, mentions of sex, alcohol mention, authorities mention.

masterlist (main) || masterlist (javi gutierrez)

Without bothering to knock, you gently push open the door to your boyfriend Javi Gutiérrez's home office. In front of him sits a pile of paperwork that he’s poring over. You frown at the sight.

“Javi, baby,” you chide. He looks up, some of his dark brown curls that he’d just shoved a hand through falling into his eyes. “You’re always so busy.”

Striding across to him, you stand above him, the only time that you’re taller than him, and stroke his face. “You look beautiful today, mi amor. But, you always look beautiful.”

You lean down to kiss him before sitting down on his lap. “And you look tired, my love. When was the last time you had a break?”

Javi glances at his watch. “This morning.”

You tsk as you push some of his errant curls out of his eyes; he closes his eyes at your touch. He still doesn’t know how he got so lucky in finding you. You’d started as his assistant, but he’d quickly fallen for you. Your kindness and your sweetness a ray of sunshine in his life.

It didn’t surprise Javi at how quickly he fell for you; what surprised him was when you told him you felt the same. He’d been expecting a kind, gentle let-down from you, especially given that you’re younger than him by almost ten years. But when he had told you at dinner that one night six months ago that he saw you as much more than just an assistant to fill the clerical void that Gabriela had made when she left for America to go to school last fall, you’d just beamed. 

“Mr. Gutiérrez?” you’d breathed when he kept talking — rambling more like.

“Yes?” He had looked so nervous, you’d reached up and stroked his cheek gently. 

Heart pounding, you’d said, “Shut up and kiss me.”

Javi did as he told, filling you both with warmth as his mouth finally, finally brushed against yours. 

A lot more than his mouth brushed against you that night as he finally showed just how much he cared for you. 

And now, six months later, the two of you are happier than you’ve ever been. Except for now. “Your cousin is working you too hard, Javi. Does he not understand what figurehead means?” you ask. “Do you not know what figurehead means?” 

Javi shakes his head. “I know, amor. But Lucas is confident that he can make a new alliance with the Rodriguez family. He’s making a strong connection with Miguel.” He hates the lie he has to tell you, but the detectives had been quite clear not to tell anyone what he is actually doing.

You play with his hair. “And what, my love, does that have to do with you?” 

He just shrugs. “I’ve always been good at the paperwork side of it.”

You frown. “Since when does paperwork have anything to do with forming an alliance with another crime family?”

Javi gives another shrug. “Lucas likes to be well-prepared.” 

“Well Lucas can do it himself. Since he’s the actual head of the family. It’s a beautiful day, Javi.”

“Not half so beautiful as you, mi amor.” Javi presses a kiss to your jaw absently, keening a little when your nails scratch his scalp soothingly. His beard tingles against your skin. 

“Charmer,” you murmur before getting up off Javi’s lap. “Come on. It’s such a nice day. Lucas can do this himself if he wants it done so badly.” 

Javi hesitates for a minute, not wanting to fall behind on this, even if it’s mostly finished. But you look at him with such determination and such pleading in your expression. If there’s one person he hates disappointing more than anyone, it’s you. And you have a point. “All right,” he agrees. “Where are you kidnapping me away to?” 

“We’re going to the beach.” 

- - - -

It’s  autumn, meaning that tourist season has come to an end. Not that many tourists come to this part of Mallorca, since it’s privately owned by Javi. 

“Do we need anything?” Javi asks as you take him by the hand and lead him away from the idiotic paperwork. “Food or anything?”

You shake your head. “I have everything and it’s already in your boat.” 

Javi marvels at you. How did he get so lucky? He wonders if you saw what he has hidden away in the picnic basket that you prepared. Javi knows how he feels, knows how you feel. He wants to spend his life with you. 

Hand in hand you take him to his motorboat. Picnic basket and towels already seated on the rear seat of the boat. If you know what’s hidden in there, you give no indication. 

You’re already wearing your bathing suit beneath your sundress. Javi quickly gets into his, choosing his speedo instead of his trunks. When he comes back out from the poolhouse, his orange shirt, the one that you love so much on him, hardly has any buttons done up. “Let’s go,” he says. 

One of the many things you love about living on Javi’s compound is the privacy. Since it’s out of the way, no one knows about it. It’s just you and him for miles andd miles.

The sun warms your skin, though not as much as Javi’s touch does. You came  to Mallorca to get a job and to work on your Spanish. Falling in love had never been part of the plan. But looking at your beloved boyfriend now, you don’t think you want to stick to that original plan of yours. 

Helping Javi tie off the boat when you arrive at your destination, you take the picnic basket in one hand, placing the towels on top, and Javi’s hand in the other. 

Spreading out the towels, you set the picnic basket down. There’s plenty of time to eat, the afternoon is still young. And you have ulterior motives for bringing him out here besides just a day of fun in the sun. You have an idea, and you want to tell him away from the eavesdropping Lucas. The man who makes you so nervous and uncomfortable and makes Javi’s life a living hell. But first. “Let’s go swimming.”

Stripping off your sundress you feel Javi’s eyes on you. He loves you. And you love him. It still thrills you when he kisses you or gives you lingering looks. You break into a run and bound into the water, squealing as Javi grabs you from behind. You lean into his kiss. 

Idyllic. That’s how you’d describe today. You wouldn’t change a thing. 

“You know what I think, amor?” Javi asks as you swim. 

“What’s that?” 

“I think that you are a siren, here only to call me away. And you know what else?” he asks. “It is working.” 

You swim towards him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. “Yes, Javi. That was my plan all along.” 

Once you’ve had your fill of swimming (for the time being. Both you and Javi never truly have enough of swimming), you sun yourselves on the towels you have spread out. “This is nice, mi amor. Thank you for doing this, pulling me away from the paperwork.” 

Now or never, you suppose. Taking a fortifying sip of wine that Javi had poured for you, you say, “Run away with me.” 

Javi blinks. “What?” 

“I just... I want to be with you. And Lucas is dangerous. You’ve said that yourself. We have moneyy. We can go anywhere we want. I just want to be with you. It doesn’t matter where. It just... maybe shouldn’t be here if Lucas is here.”

You watch him as he processes what you’ve just said. He takes your hands in his. “I have to tell you something, mi armor.”

So he tells you about what his paperwork really is. How he’s turning Lucas in to the authorities, dismantling the family from within. “Because, sol... you are my family. No one else matters to me but you. I want this to be our home. Our home. And...” He bites his lip nervously. 

Pulling free one of your hands, you bring it up to cup his cheek. “And?” you repeat. 

“It’s too soon and we have not discussed it...” 

Javi’s beginning to ramble, as he does when he’s nervous. “Javi. Baby. What is it?” you ask. 

“I want you to be my wife,” he says. 

It’s your turn to blink. “Javi...are you asking what I think you are? Because you already know what my answer is, what it’s always been.” 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We don’t have to go anywhere, or we can go wherever you want. I just want you.” 

You nod, kissing him. “I’ll marry you. I’ll help you. I’ll do anything you need me to.” 

Javi’s grin outshines the sun as he kisses your face. “Right now, amor, all I need is you. And to show you just how much I love you.” 

You were thankful before for the privacy of Javi’s beach, but now, you’re extra thankful for it. 

You don’t return to the compound until after dark, fortified with your plans, with your love, with Javi, anxious and excited for what is to come.

The End

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