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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 19- Somnophilia

Javi Gutierrez x gn!reader

Word count- 1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), hj, bj, subby!Javi, restraints, slight overstim, hint at face sitting, no use of y/n

Notes- Oh this one was so fun to write! Another personal favorite of the month, cause we love a subby Javi!! Starting the fic under the cut cause we get right to it here lol! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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Javi groaned softly in his sleep as his dreams turned more intense. He dreamt you were jerking him off… and it felt so good. He writhed slightly as he practically felt your hand around his cock, pumping him and making him feel so good. Javi whispered your name as he started to teeter from the dream world and the waking one. And suddenly the two realms felt intertwined.

You smirked as you watched Javi squirm under your touch, careful not to wake him fully just yet. It had been a fantasy of yours to do this to him for a long time, and when Javi confessed that it was one of his ultimate desires, your heart flipped in your chest. You waited a few nights to actually do it, though, since you wanted to catch him more off guard but with the invitation still open.

Heat rushed through your veins when he murmured your name over and over again, and you couldn’t help but pump him faster. Your own needs could wait as you were too focused on him. Licking your lips, your eyes trailed down Javi’s naked form until they landed on his cock in your hand. It dripped with precum and it twitched when you twisted your wrist around the shaft.

Fuck, he looked delicious.

The time was right, you decided, and you let go of his cock and positioned yourself so that your mouth ghosted over the tip. In his sleep, Javi let out a soft whine, and you couldn’t fight the moan that escaped your lips. He looked so beautiful like this. Next time, you would have to take a picture.

As he settled back into sleep, you stuck your tongue out and gently licked the tip of his length in a teasingly light touch. He whimpered in his sleep as you wrapped your lips around him and took his entire cock into your mouth. You sucked hard with the intent of waking Javi up this time, and you shivered in anticipation as you waited to see his reaction to waking up in your mouth.

“Ay! Fuck! Corazon!” Javi moaned as his eyes shot open.

You hummed in satisfaction as you kept your eyes on Javi, but you never let go of his cock.

Javi tried to move, but he found he couldn’t. And, for just being awake a few seconds, he discovered his second surprise of the morning. You had bound him to the bed with silk scarves, his wrists tied to the head of the bed and his ankles to each post at the end. He was defenseless and helpless against you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He groaned your name as he dropped his head back onto the pillow.

“Morning, Javi,” you purred, breaking away from his cock with a pop, “Sleep well?” you asked in a tease.

“Not as well as I woke up, mi amor,” Javi murmured, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. That explained the dream he had. But, reality was far better, and waking up with his cock inside your mouth was a more than welcome surprise. And it was hotter than he ever could have imagined, especially with your touch of tying him down.

You exhaled deeply with a smile, “Shall I continue, then?” you ran a single finger up his length, “My breakfast looked delicious, and I’m starving.”

“Ay dios mio,” Javi sighed with a short laugh, “You are too much, you know that corazon?” he lifted his head to meet your gaze, and both of you softened as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“You like it,” you cooed as you kissed the tip of his cock.

“That I do… Ohh…”

Without another word, you wrapped your lips around his cock again and bobbed your head up and down, savoring the taste of Javi first thing in the morning. He cried out as he strained against the binds, forgetting they were there for a moment. Javi bucked his hips into you as much as he could as you sucked at his cock.

“Fuck… Amor…”

Moving faster and sucking harder, you reached down and cupped Javi’s balls, determined to send him over the edge. His moans encouraged you as you hummed into him, the vibrations bringing new sensations. You darted your tongue along his shaft, pocking and lucking where you knew he was more sensitive.

“Amor… I’m…”

You sucked harder, taking Javi’s entire length into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. Tears filled your eyes, but you didn’t care. You kept going until you got what you wanted. And within moments, Javi exploded into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat as he cock twitched in your mouth. In his restraints, Javi writhed as he moaned loudly, spilling a string of praises as he did so.

Swallowing every last drop, you didn’t let up until you were sure he had no more to give. As much as you wanted to keep going, you decided to stop, not wanting to overdo it the first time you tried something new. With one last kiss to the tip of his cock, you pulled away with a deep gasp for air.

“Wow,” you breathed as you watched him come down from his high.

“That was incredible, corazon,” Javi panted as his eyes fluttered open.

You smiled brightly at Javi as you heaved yourself forward to lay overtop of him, taking his lips with your own. Javi immediately deepened the kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. His cock twitched slightly between your bodies, though he knew he was spent… at least for now.

“You’re incredible, Javi,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed as he beamed up at you, his big beautiful eyes telling a story that words could never express. “I would like to return the favor, mi amor,” he waved his hands that still stayed bound above his head, “But I am still at your mercy here.”

You thought for a moment before you gave him a mischievous smirk, “I can think of a way you can still make it work,” you purred as you shimmied your body up his torso, hovering yourself over his face.

“Fuck yes,” Javi breathed as he licked his lips eagerly.

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creedslove · 9 months

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✨HEADCANON MASTERLIST ✨

RULES FOR REQUESTING

MAIN MASTERLIST

• Main Masterlist (series and one shots) HERE

• Second headcanon masterlist HERE

✨ PEDRO PASCAL

• You're Pedro's girlfriend but you have a long distance relationship and he surprises you by visiting

• Pedro is casted in a movie adaption of your best seller and you two develop feelings for each other

✨ JAVIER PEÑA

• NSFW Alphabet

• General kinks

• Nail kink

• Being Javier's mistress and getting pregnant

• Javier railing you on the way home

• Javier coming home exhausted at night

• Being Javi's wife

• Cock warming with Javier Peña

• Javier painting your nails when you are too tired

• Helping Javi when he is frustrated

• Comforting Javier

• Javier helping you when you are anxious

• Fake marriage with Javier

• You and Javier suffer a miscarriage

• Javier with someone who speaks french

• Javier fingering you under the table

✨ JOEL MILLER

• Being Joel's wife

• Being pregnant with Joel's baby

• Joel cuddling with you and Sarah after a hard day of work

• Being Joel's wife and becoming a mom to Sarah

• Spending weekends when you are married to Joel

• Being fingered by Joel in public

• Joel taking care of you when you have a migraine

• Running into Joel's ex

• Joel Miller is such moanable name

• The baby won't stop crying

• Baby headcanons

• Sweet things Joel does

• Joel seeing the resemblance between you and your daughter

• Joel reacting to you saying you're pregnant

• How you and Joel met and become a little family with Ellie

• Lazy sex on the couch

• Joel taking care of you when you're stressed

• Sarah calls you mom for the first time

• Joel feeding the baby and getting food all over himself

• Being a hairdresser and taking care of Joel's hair in Jackson (slicked back haired Joel)

• Cock warming with Joel

• Joel in a relationship with someone introvert

• Being married to Joel and reuniting after the outbreak

• Joel tries to win reader over after her memory loss

• Joel + breeding kink

• Joel divorces reader to be with Sarah's mom and they meet again after years

• Joel on you having multiple partners

• You hire Joel as your contractor and you fall in love with each other

• Joel being your dad's best friend and having an affair with you

• Joel finds your lost dog

• You, Sarah and your baby wear matching outfits to surprise Joel

• You're the face painter at a kid's birthday party and Joel falls for you

• Joel seeing you wearing nothing but your panties and his shirt

• Joel agreeing on painting your nails for you

✨AGENT WHISKEY

• Being nervous to tell Whiskey you're pregnant and how he's like during the pregnancy

• Whiskey grieving your death

• Shopping with Whiskey

• Whiskey as a dad

• Whiskey goes to the hospital and falls for his nurse

• Whiskey takes you to the movies

✨ JAVI G

• Javi doesn't like to see you so stressed out because of work, so he sets a special dinner for you

• Sweet things Javi G does

✨ FRANKIE MORALES

• Frankie comes back from his mission and surprises you with your favorite: japanese food and wine

✨ DAVE YORK

• Faking your orgasm

• Dave's kinks

• Sugar daddy Dave York

• Dave hurts you during sex by accident

• Dave when he's jealous of you

• Dave is mean to everyone except you

• Dave takes care of you after you are caught by his enemies

• Dave York on aftercare, pregnancy and jealousy

• Dave lying to his wife so he can spend time with you

• Dave confessing his feelings in the middle of a fight

• Dave and you are married to other people but start having an affair with each other

• You and Dave are looking for a house but the real estate agent won't stop flirting with him

• Dave calming down anxious pregnant reader

• Dave defending you from a stalker

✨ MARCUS PIKE

• Random headcanons

• NSFW headcanons

• Marcus taking care of you when you're sick

• A quiet evening with Marcus

• Is Marcus messy or tidy?

• Marcus asking you to sit on his face

• Seeing Marcus with facial hair for the first time

✨ MULTI CHARACTER HEADCANONS

• Shaving pubes + favorite sexual position

• What's their type of women

• Fingering you in the middle of a conversation

• Their type of wedding

• What they do when the baby won't stop crying

• They take care of you when you have the flu

• When you ask them to go on a picnic

• Meeting your family

• Ass or tits

• You have a car accident and they come for you

• What they do in their free time

• They receive a spicy picture from you

• Working with Javier Peña and Dave York and catching their attention

• Who would make you cum harder

• How would they act when you fake your orgasm

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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— killing flowers.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

a/n: I literally wrote this because I can't stop thinking of him in that orange shirt and gun-- i needed to let out my frustrations somehow

word count: 1.7k

summary: guns and javi, what else can you say?

warnings: established relationship, exhibitionism but no one sees it's just you and javi on the balcony, gunplay, mild dirty talking, day time drinking, the use of wh.ore but once, piv, creampie, mild over stimulation

Another gunshot echoes and you swallow. You’re perched on top of a plastic chair as Javi practices his aim, your long island iced tea long forgotten while you stare at him, entranced. A gust of warm wind blows and your eyes follow the movements of his orange button up shit, a bit of skin showing at his hip. You’re basically salivating at this point. Streaks of amber shimmering within his chestnut hair, you take in a shaky breath. Eyes traveling up, you stare at his neck, observing the way the muscles flex under his sweat coated skin as he cocks the gun.

Shit.

You tear your gaze away and with a shaky hand you grab your drink. Javi was a gentle natured man, if he had a choice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Knowing this, the way he handles the shotgun still manages to send shivers up your spine, perspiration thick against your forehead. He looks dangerous, which is the thing that’s getting you all riled up. You want to feel those same hands ravishing your body, squeezing every inch of you while he claims you as his own again and again.

After another successful hit, Javi cries out with joy and lifts his hands into the air. With the widest smile you’ve ever seen on a man, he turns to you, eyes sparkling.

“Did you see that, my love?”

Oh you see it alright. His stomach is completely exposed, fabric grazing against his smooth skin as the wind envelopes you both like satin sheets. Your eyes trace over every inch of his exposed skin, muscles hiding beneath a bit of fat, you press your thighs together. His smile wavers a bit, making you realize that you’ve been starting a bit too long. Clearing your throat, you take a sip of your long island iced tea. The alcohol burns your throat but it's nothing compared to the way Javi’s worried glance brands your skin.

“Is something wrong?”

A nervous chuckle makes its way out of your lips, you wave your hand in hopes to dismiss his worries.

“No, no– Everything’s fine,”

Shit, your voice is shaking.

Javi hurriedly makes his way to you and pulls up a chair, averting your eyes, you take another sip of your drink. He isn’t going to let this go, is he? The shotgun lazily leans against his inner thigh between his legs, you tense up, continuing to sip the damn drink as you try not to stare. Gosh, he’s probably even more worried now.

“Are you mad at me?”

With that you lift your gaze up, you try to give him your most heartfelt smile but from his over the top horrified reaction, you realize that maybe you’re not the best at faking a smile.

“You are, aren't you?” he begins to mutter. “What is it tell me,”

His hand squeezes around the barrel of the gun, knuckles turning white. You hate to make him worry and it wasn’t your intention in the first place but you had no idea what to say. Your eyes travel down to his neck, you love that he never fully buttons up his shirt. Completely forgetting about your surroundings, your lips part with a soft gasp. Javi’s chest rises and falls like the winter wheat, another warm wind blows.

You fail to notice the way Javi’s gaze follows yours, neck caving in on itself as he looks at the same place you are; his chest. His lips twist into a playful smile, turning his eyes back to you, he raises an eyebrow.

“I see now that I might have been misreading the situation,” he purrs, scooching closer. You swallow thickly as his knees brushes upon yours. “Is there something I can help you with, mi amor?”

Your tongue feels incredibly large within your mouth, you don’t know what to say. Breath hitching, your gaze shifts to the gun, Javi moved closer to you, the weapon had fallen between your legs instead. You feel the coolness of the metal against your thigh, clenching your teeth, you meet his glance. The way he stares at you makes your heart jump, you have managed to capture his entire undivided attention. Javi places his forearm against your shoulder, fingers lazily grazing against your nape as he awaits your answer. With his other hand, he takes your long island iced tea away and places it back on the table.

A faint moan makes its way through your lips.

“You look really good in that shirt,” you choke out.

“Thank you. I am glad you enjoy it,” he grins, fingers now curling around the column of your neck.

Your thighs close around the gun, actively searching for any kind of friction that would douse out the flame between your legs. At this moment you’re ready to beg for his cock. You had marinated in the feelings of lust and love enough to get on your knees.

You part your lips, ready to give the man sitting across from you whatever he wants but the words die on your tongue when Javi grabs the barrel of the gun and shoves the gun into your cunt. Your back arches against the chair and your eyes roll back. Gripping the plastic armrests, you revel in the feeling of metal parting your wet folds, Javi chuckles.

“My poor girl, so needy but doesn’t know how to ask for it,”

You’re about to cry as you nod. You just wanted him to hold you, fuck you, care for you. With a hiss, you grind your drenched heat against the weapon and let out a sultry moan. It feels too good to stop so you continue to pleasure yourself under Javi’s watchful gaze. He moves the gun whenever he pleases, either pulling it back slightly, or pressing it into you in an almost painful manner. You’re positive that the metal is shinier than ever, cleansed with your slick. Javi’s name falls from your lips again and again, eyes fluttering closed as you simmer in your own filth. He must think you’re an animal.

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you are trying to make me jealous,”

Despite his playful tone there’s something dark laced within his words. Eyes fluttering open, you blink away the tears and groan. Only now you realize that he hasn't touched you, not even once.

“Javi,” you whimper. “I want you, please,”

And that’s all it takes.

The gun falls to the floor, clattering as you suddenly find yourself leaning against the stone railing, facing the magnificent view. Your fingers curl around the stone as he lifts up the skirt of your dress, his movements hurried, desperate almost. Javi decorates your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses, soft facial hair tickling your skin while he slides your panties to the side. He drags his fingers between your fold, hips thrusting as he feels how wet you are.

You gasp when he shoves in two fingers with ease, your legs tremble, arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up. You feel his thick, golden rings at the base of his fingers, one of them presses snug against your clit.

“You are so wet for me,” he groans. “Do you want my cock now?”

You breathe out, “Yes,”

You almost topple over, his cock filling you up with one smooth thrust. Javi’s arm snakes around your waist, keeping you upright as he sets an relentless pace. The balcony echoes with the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin, your eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips. His hand slides up to your neck, fingers gently curling around as he pulls you flush against his back. You cry out, eyes barely open. You feel so exposed, yet there’s something beautiful about the way the wind caresses your damp skin.

Cunt squeezing around his cock, he groans into your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, he grinds his hips. His cock is thick enough to make you feel every curve, the stretch he provides makes your legs tremble.

“You like me fucking you out in the open like this?” His accent is thicker, dripping with lust. “My little whore, so hungry for my cock, always,”

The tone of his voice, his breath against your skin, his cock slamming into you again and again– It shatters you into a million pieces, the coil within you snapping as you gush all around him, slick dripping down to the marble floors and echoing the sound of rain. Javi’s hips still, cock hard and deep inside of you. He presses his lips against your ears, you shiver, your breath oneven as the tremors of your orgasm still rock throughout your body.

“Fuck that felt good,” he groans. “Do that for me again, love,”

“I-I can’t,”

He resumes, dragging his cock almost all the way out and snapping his hips forward, you scream, eyes glossed over with tears.

“Oh you will,”

The way he rasps into your ear makes you shiver, the undertones of danger lurking deep within his command. Your insides throb, cunt twitching uncontrollably while he fucks you, wanton moan rips away from your throat, nails clawing against the stone railing.

“Javi, Javi– I-It’s too much– I can’t!”

“You can,” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you. “I know you can– You want to make me happy right? This will make me happy, come on you can do it–”

Heat begins to blossom within you once more, slick dripping down your thighs. You can barely think, the heat grows and grows, encompassing your entire being, his cock hitting your deepers parts again and again–

Your eyes shoot wide open, your body convulsing as your vision blacks out. Your head falls back on top of Javi’s shoulder, you’re breathing heavily, chest heaving as you gasp for air. He holds your tight, both arms now wrapped around you while he animalistically fucks his cock even deeper. Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you, your oversensitive pussy still dripping and gushing around his length. With one more thrust he bites your shoulder, pain blossoming across your skin as he emptied himself into you.

Javi can’t help it as he continues to shallowly rock his hips, cock throbbing. Cum spills from the sides of his length, tickling the inside of your thighs and staining the floors. When he pulls out you almost fall but he holds you, carrying you back to the plastic chair. Javi adjusts your dress and sits in his prior seat. You both stare at each other in complete silence, breathing heavily, feeling the sun against your skin. Your eyes fall to the shotgun forgotten on the floor.

Javi is the one to break the silence.

“I should wear this shirt more often,”

“You definitely should.”

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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.”

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curiouser--and--curiouser · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 7 - Oh, What A Night

Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Flufftober Day 7: Movie Marathon

Summary: You and Javi attend the premiere of his latest movie.

Fluff, gender-neutral pronouns, gender-neutral terms of endearment (in both English and Spanish), Javi being adorable and in love.

Warnings: very brief swearing, smut references, Javi having anxiety and emotions, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.6k words

A/N: I completely forgot we were in October now so I'm getting to this a bit late! I felt obgligated to start with one of Pedro's characters (god, that man has a chokehold over me 😍) and where better to start than with this ball of absolute sunshine. Also, I wrote this more as a Movie Night than as a Movie Marathon, but oh well! Also also, Frankie Valli has been stuck in my head all day, hence the title! Taken from @flufftober's 2022 prompt list.

“Are you ready, darling?”

You reached your hand to place over the shaking one of your husband. Javi looked up, the soft caress of your hand on his breaking him from his train of thought. His rich brown eyes stared deeply into yours, but held such nervousness and vulnerability.

No wonder – this was one of the biggest nights of his life.

Tonight was the grand premiere of his second movie.

After the success of his and Nick Cage’s first film, a second was greenlit almost immediately with studios scrambling over each to get a piece of their next project. The boys set to work, spending countless days and nights gallivanting around Majorca, brainstorming the craziest ideas for their next adventure into Hollywood. And you got the joy of watching it all. Living with Javi was everything you could have dreamed of and seeing those two pitching crazier and crazier ideas to each other over the breakfast table was the cherry on top. Of course, some days were hard; finding the two of them passed out in a ditch from their LSD-fuelled escapades filled you with worry and anger, and not seeing Javi for weeks or maybe months on end when he was required in America and couldn’t bring you with him was more than your heart could bare. But seeing that little puppy dog of a man’s face light up when he eventually got home and back into your arms made it all worthwhile. And the phone sex wasn’t bad either…

Now everything was filmed, edited and prepared and tonight was the night when the first people ever would see the product of all their hard work. And you had the honour of being there too. You and Javi were pampered and dressed to the nines, currently sat in your fancy limousine which had just parked up at the premiere. Camera flashes bounced off the windows in dazzling displays and the roar of anticipation from the paparazzi slowly rose as they fought to see who had just arrived.

Javi’s anxiety was also rising, the stress and excitement etched clearly upon the contours of his face. You unbuckled your seatbelt with one hand, keeping the other firmly linked with his as you shifted into the centre seat of the car next to your husband. You hand came to hold his face, Javi leaning into your touch with a gentle smile.

“You’ve got this, baby. You’ve worked so hard, I’m sure it will be amazing. Tonight is your night. You deserve this.” You spoke to him so softly, all your care and attention focused upon him. You both stared into each other’s eyes, blocking out all the noise from outside; you were the only two people in the world right now. The most important to one another. Above all else. You could see the worry start to melt out of Javi’s face as he listened to your kind words. He brought your foreheads together, eyes closed in calm for a just a second. Only focused on you.

“I know. I know. Gracias, mi amor,” Javi whispered to you, holding you closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Javi,” you replied with a smile as your lips were brought together in a short, but tender kiss. You both pulled away, Javi collecting himself together and adjusting his tie.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

Javi pushed open the door of the car and you were both immediately blinded by a fury of flashes as the reporters gazed upon your husband. As you waited back as he got out of the car, you saw Javi gain an almost ethereal glow in the flashes of light; your own personal angel bathed in holy light.

Javi turned to you, a grin on his face, all the previous worry now replaced with exhilaration and glee. He offered a hand to you and helped you climb out of the limousine to stand next to him.

If your retinas weren’t already scorched, they certainly were now as you and Javi walked up the red carpet, posing for photos and greeting some fans who had lined up outside the cinema for a glimpse of your husband. Javi’s arm stayed firmly hugged around you as your made your way up through the hordes of screaming photographers. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow when you would find one photo in particular from the event: Javi’s arm around your waist and lips pressed against your cheek in a kiss and you blushing at his public display of love and affection for you. The golden couple. Whispers of jokes about your situation or about people you could see around you passed between the two of you as you posed, both of you having to bite your lips to not be seen belly laughing in the middle of a Hollywood red carpet.

“God, mi ángel, you look so beautiful,” Javi purred into your ear, lust licking his words like a flame. Red flushed across your cheeks at his complement. You pushed your lips together with forceful desire and the crowd went wild. Javi quietly moaned against your lips, rapid shutter clicks from the press around you masking the sound from unwanted ears. It took all your willpower to pull away before the two of you ended up making out like teenagers in front of the whole world. You and Javi returned to modelling for photos, now with light blushes and knowing smirks on your faces.

The second man of the hour eventually presented himself to the crowd as Nick Cage made his way up the red carpet after you. He greeted you both – Javi with a bear hug and you with a hug and an elegant kiss in your hand. You moved off to the side as the writing duo posed together for the cameras and you smiled with so much adoration at the sight of the love of your life living his best life. Damn, he looks good in a suit. That tousled hair. That million dollar smile. That just-too-tight tuxedo. Good lord…

Your thoughts had to be quickly pushed aside as Javi joined you again as you and the rest of the cast and crew made your way into the cinema for the premiere. Attendants guided you to your front row seats and Javi’s hand immediately found yours again as soon as you sat down.

“I can’t wait for you to see this, amor,” Javi said with excitement. You were his rock, his judgement and his guiding light; your opinion was the most important of all he would hear tonight.

“I can’t wait to see it either,” you said with a smile. “Do you think you can cast me in your next movie? I could get used to this life. This is the fanciest movie night we’ve ever had!” Javi laughed as you settled into your plush seat, moments away from wanting to curl up with your husband under a warm blanket with popcorn like how you would usually do at home during a movie marathon.

“Absolutely, mi vida,” Javi chuckled. “I’ll write the part especially for you – the star of the show. Ooo, you could play Nick’s crime fighting partner and take down all the bad guys all by yourself!” It was now your time to chuckle back at his adorable little mind running away with him. So fucking cute. You could listen to Javi ramble on about his interests forever – the way his eyes lit up when he spoke, the way his whole body moved animatedly as he explained why he loved such a little hyper-specific part of the film he had just watched, the way his curls bounced about as he tried to singlehandedly act out a fight scene for you with more spark than an Energizer bunny. It was… gorgeous. But you were hardly alone in your wonder: Javi could listen to you talk about your own loves for hours, just gazing up at you with so much love in his eyes. He was absolutely obsessed with you.

Javi continued to babble on until the lights in the cinema eventually went down and you settled into the movie. Swirling colours covered the screen as all the hard work and effort of Javi and Nick was seen on screen for the first time. And what a result it was. Staring up at the screen, you could see so much of your husband in the movie: his sense of humour in the dialogue, his insecurities in the characters, his love of cinema in ever inch of the screen. The pure honesty on show astounded you as you found yourself stealing looks and smiles with Javi as you saw his fingerprints all over the story.

Eventually, the final fanfare sounded and the credits rolled. Rapturous applause filled the room as the audience raved and roared for the film. Everyone took to their feet in a standing ovation as Javi and Nick took a bow, a sheepish smile of pride on your husband’s face. The men shared a celebratory hug until Javi returned to your side.

“So…” Javi asked shyly. “What did you think?” Those nerves were back as he waited with baited breath for what you had to say.

“It was amazing, Javi!” You basically shouted at him as you attacked him in a massive hug.

“Really?” Javi replied, almost in disbelief.

“Yes! Really. You’ve done so well, honey. I’m so proud of you.” Cupping his face, you brought your lips together in a celebratory kiss. Javi grasped onto your hips with so much force, hugging onto you with everything he had. He dipped you slightly as your soft lips caressed each other’s with a sigh. Pulling away, tears of relief rolled down Javi’s cheeks as pure emotion filled his heart.

“Thank you. I love you so much.” You reached up to brush away his tears as Javi spoke so with so much desperate passion.

“I love you too, Javi.”

Your lips pressed together again, now left almost completely alone in the cinema as the audience departed. You both just stood there, hanging onto each other, surrounded entirely by the love you shared.

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puchosdementa · 1 year

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i luv him guys this is real

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biggestsimponhere · 1 year

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Why does he always look like he just walked off the pages of a romance novel, Pedro please marry me.

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joelswritingmistress · 25 days

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You Scare Me Professor (Chapter 57 - The Final Chapter)

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Healing. There would be an infinite amount of healing to do; though over the next six months there were little victories that aided in the process. Will plead guilty. It was an act that everyone was shocked about and ultimately it spared Carol a lot of extra heartache that she didn’t deserve. The evidence was already stacked against him, but now that Will admitted guilt, Carol would not have to sit on a stand as a defense lawyer grilled her and tried to twist her trauma around. For that, everyone was thankful.

Upon a leave of absence for the remainder of the school year, Carol returned to her job in September. In turn, she received a standing ovation from the student body and gained the full support of the staff there. Again, another part of the healing process. I knew Carol was hurting, but she persevered and thrived in her profession. She was going to make it because that’s what women like Carol did. They rose above. They made it.

“She even started coaching volleyball,” Joel informed me. “She was all-state in her younger days.”

Joel. My Joel. I had no issue calling him that all the time now. I tried to prove him wrong every day, and after a little bit of time and a lot of convincing I think it’s clear to him now that I will forever keep his secrets.

He went into a temporary retirement, and I changed my mind and pursued the rest of my Master’s Degree online. Without having to twist my arm too much, Joel convinced me to travel a bit to get away from New York State for a short while. It was therapeutic, to say the least.

I allowed him to take me to Nashville near the end of the summer, and then over to the Grand Canyon. We spent two weeks exploring California, extending our stays from a little ranch near the Joshua Tree, up to San Diego where I unsuccessfully tried surfing and concluding in wine country as autumn really set in. We hiked Washington State, made our way to Yellowstone Park, spent a few romantic nights on Lake Michigan before making it back to the East Coast in time for Halloween, where we crashed the small city of Salem, Massachusetts. It was the perfect ending, really.

Joel found us some cheap masks, and we blended in with the crowds that literally paraded every downtown street in the area. It was welcomed chaos and we spent the day taking pictures with spooky characters, sharing laughs, having some drinks and waiting in lines to slink into shops littered with folklore and magic.

When a light rain began near nightfall, Joel towed me away to a rooftop bar at the top of our hotel where he’d made a reservation earlier in the day. A gentle pitter-patter on the roof of the outdoor patio where we sat was relaxing. It was soothing music to our ears after a day of crowds.

From where we towered above the world, we could see two lighthouses in the distance over the blackened water. Below, people still gathered by the masses for whatever attraction, bar or restaurant they were seeking - if anyone.

“Here are your drinks.” A waitress came back to our two-person, high-top table with a pair of martinis and I sighed as she walked away.

“Ready to go home?” Joel asked, smirked as he placed a hand gently on top of mine.

My fingers squeezed around his and I nodded. “This has been a wild ride.”

“Happy Halloween.”

I grinned again and raised my glass. “Happy Halloween.” Our glasses tapped together and Joel leaned two-thirds of the way across to peck my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed me another time and then settled back in his chair. At the same time, we took sips from our drinks and I felt my body relax.

“This has been great,” I told him, unable to think of another adjective. “It really revived me.” I gave a nod and looked him in the eye. “How do you feel?”

“A lot better.” He grinned and added, “Thank you for sticking by me. You had every right to run in the opposite direction. You still do.”

“Dr. Miller,” I said sternly, making him chuckle. “I’m going to need you to stop trying to convince me to leave you. Unless you’re secretly trying to get rid of me.” I sipped on my cocktail and kept my eyes on his.

Joel leaned forward, never breaking eye contact. “I would never want that.”

“Then stop saying things like that,” I ordered lightheartedly, leaning back toward him just a little bit.

“Okay,” he agreed, “I’ll work on it.”

“Thank you.” When he lingered, I leaned forward and left a long, closed-mouth kiss on his lips. When I pulled back he was grinning and I chuckled.

“I’m thinking the exact opposite of that, actually.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I want you to be with me forever.”

I felt a blush form on my cheeks and I couldn’t help but smile wider. When Joel leaned back, reaching a hand into the pocket of his khaki pants, I felt like my body went numb. And then he pulled out a small, black box and pushed it across the table. I was frozen. My eyes were glued to the box and if it was anything other than what I thought it was, I knew it would be like a kid opening an empty box on Christmas.

“What’s this?” My words barely made it out past my lips.

Joel’s eyes remained on mine as he opened the box. My eyes dropped, staring at the silver ring in the center of it. A Diamond sparkled even in the dim lighting.

“Marry me,” he said quietly, linking his hands to mine on either side of the ring.

“Marry me.” I repeated the words to myself to make sure I heard them right. “Marry me.”

“Marry me,” Joel said again.

My gaze found his again and finally the tears that welded up in my eyes were tears of joy. “Okay.” I laughed and cried at the same time, “I’ll marry you.”

“Yeah?” He kept his voice quiet as mine grew louder, drawing a few glances from other patrons in our direction.

“Yeah.” I giggled and put my face in my hands as I continued to cry at the same time. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Joel!” I popped my face up. “Yes! Yes!” People were staring at us now and Joel looked around the immediate area, giving a wave and a smile before returning his attention to me. He reached for the ring in the small, black box and slid the ring on my finger.

I jumped up from my seat and I couldn’t help it. I rushed around the table and threw my arms around him, pulling him in to kiss him hard.

“I thought Halloween was a fitting night for us to get engaged,” Joel admitted, holding me close as he spoke in my ear. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“It’s perfect.” I whispered back, holding him close as my fingers gripped the hair on the back of his head. “I love you.”

“Did you two just get engaged?” A female voice shouted from a few tables away.

We both pulled back, still holding onto one another and I responded by showing off my ring. “Yes.”

The costume-clad crowd in the immediate area all began to clap and I couldn’t contain my wide, beaming smile and the tears that continued to fall. When a waitress got wind of it, she brought us over a bottle of complimentary champagne.

“I know it hasn’t even been a year since we’ve known each other,” Joel said, “But life is too short to wait. You changed my life, (Y/N). I’ve never loved or trusted someone more than you. I don’t want to ever risk letting that go.”

“I know how you feel.” We shared another kiss and then took our glasses toward the edge of the balcony that overlooked Salem. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

A breeze passed through and made me shudder, causing Joel to pull me close.

“Any regrets?” He asked.

I smiled up at him. “None, whatsoever.”

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You have a big ass

pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader

characters included: Javier Pena, Joel miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell

javier pena: he loves a juicy ass so his eyes are constantly on yours, especially if you wear any of his 70's style jeans. he has no shame so wether your in the office, in town, or at home he will slap your ass or squeeze it. he especially likes it if your bent over someones desk trying to speak to them, he loves picturing how you'd look bent over his desk whilst he fucks you.

Joel miller: hes not into PDA so he'll only ever stare at your ass if your in public, but he'll still do it shamelessly. sometimes he'll let you walk ahead with someone else on patrol or by yourself simply so he can stare at your ass and they way your jeans cling to it, or the way yoour hips move at each step, making your ass jut out.

when yoru at home though, hes completely different. he has absolutely no self restraint when your in the comfort of your house and no ones prying eyes are on you. he'll smack, slap, kneed your ass, at every chance he gets, in the morning or evening thoguh he loves smacking your ass in the morning whilst you make coffee, making you stand up straight and let out a surprised snort, snapping you awake.

Javi Gutierrez: he’s a sucker for you in anyway possible and he loves praising you in any shape or form so he loves commenting on how much he loves your body, especially your ass. When your cuddling his hands will subconsciously move to rest on your ass, sexually and non sexually. If he’s feeling more frisky he’ll squeeze and/or slap your ass. He’s also a sucker for making you feel good and he loves eating you out. (I totally see him as a power bottom)

Marcus Moreno: he’s super cheesy and I can totally see him as that chest single dad so he’ll mostly make cheeky comments and jokes about your ass (In a cute way though) he totally loves eating you out and holding your ass cheeks as he does so, because like javi he’s all for making you feel good and giving you the pleasure, because he gets pleasure from yours.

Ezra: he is a man of words and poems so he’ll go on long tangents about how much he just loves your ass or he’ll talk in great detail about what he wants to do to your ass/ with it. He also likes smacking your ass when you don’t expect it.

Din djarin: he’s not very touchy especially because he’s spent most of his life alone, but he’ll admire the way your armour/clothes cling to your ass. He loves watching you work or train in silence, he is so grateful of his helmet so you can’t tell that his gaze is almost permanently on your ass. When you do get more intimate or touchy he’ll mumble about how sexy your ass is and if he’s feeling particularly bold he’ll grab it and pick you up, punning you against the wall.

Frankie morales: he also is shameless in public so he’ll smack/slap your ass as a greeting or in passing. He smirks when you gasp and smack his arm, smiling at your angry blushing face. In bed/cuddling he’ll

Agent whiskey: he’s got no shame as well, in public, at work, or at home. He loves if you wear tight fitting jeans and if you do he looses all self restraint. If it’s in the office he’ll fully pick you up by your ass and onto his desk, he can and will take you at work, tequila and ginger are used to it by now and have earplugs for when you do it. He’s slap your ass as he walks by you as reflex, sometimes he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

Silva: he’s so sweet and soft for you, but he worships you and your body so he’ll constantly mumble under his breath to you about how much he loves your ass, how it drives him wild. When cuddling on the bed/couch he’ll pull you into his chest by your ass cheeks and knees them softly.

Oberyn martell: everyone knows he’s a complete man whore with no shame at all. Hell fuck you all over the palace and in the garden. So sometimes he’ll slip out of meeting and duties just to watch you train, admiring the way your armour and underclothes excentuate your ass. Hell not necessarily slap your ass but he does like to knees it in his hands and watch as it goes redder with his touch. He also likes eating you out and holding your ass cheeks as he does so.

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I didn’t include as many characters this time because this serves as more of a placeholder whilst I finish my main fic that hopefully should be finished soon. It’s already over 1.5k long and I’m not halfway finished yet 😅

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Across the Room

Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: I was asked to write a fic based off this gif... so here ya go. Enjoy.

Warnings: Light smut (oral F receiving) 18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

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You didn’t want to be here; not at some fancy party with a bunch of “fancy” people you didn’t know. You would rather have been at home, curled up on your couch with your nose stuck in a book, or even better, relaxing in a hot bath with candles lit, but your friend Veronica (Ronnie for short) had gotten you to come out with her. She had begged, bargained, and even bullied you a little bit. She needed company, she had told you as you got dressed. You had rolled your eyes at her as she went on about only being invited because of a friend of a friend, so she was sure she wouldn’t know anyone there.

Yeah right, you thought.

But nevertheless you pulled on the dress she had brought for you and followed her out to the waiting car.

Now here you were, dressed up and in shoes that pinched your feet, causing you to shift from foot to foot ever so often. Not wanting to mingle, you chose a spot near the wall, where you could just watch the crowd of people milling around talking and dancing to the music. And Ronnie, who had claimed she wouldn’t know anyone there, moved between each cluster, mingling.

At least she is having fun, you thought as you heaved a sigh and took another sip of your drink, she was in her element: being surrounded by people. You, on the other hand, had been ready to go as soon as you had stepped out of the car.

When she looked over at you and jerked her head to try to get you to join her, you just frowned slightly and shook your head. She decided then to head over to you, which prompted you to roll your eyes at her.

“Don’t give me that attitude, Y/N!”

“I don’t have an attitude,” you argued.

“You do,” she said. “Why are you still standing here?”

“I told you I didn’t want to come! These are your friends, not mine!”

“Listen, all I'm saying is that you look too good to just stand against the wall here all night. I made sure of that.”

You looked down at the dress she had had you put on. It was gold and white, sleeveless and - something Ronnie made sure of - fitted to your body to perfection. You had to admit (reluctantly and to yourself, of course) that you looked good.

But you wanted to be stubborn. “It absolutely means that!”

“Y/N!”

“Veronica!”

It was her turn to roll her eyes at you, as she let out a sigh of frustration “So what are you just gonna stand here all night?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Hmph,” Ronnie grunted. “Well, I've seen a lot of people eyeing you.”

“No,” you said in disbelief.

“Yep, like that man over there at the bar,” she said, and nodded in that direction. You followed her gaze and when your eyes met his, you felt your heart leap.

“So, again I ask, are you just gonna stand here?”

ACROSS THE ROOM

As Pedro stood at the bar waiting for his drink, he sighed to himself. Another boring ass party. He didn’t know why he kept coming to these things. Because you were bored, he told himself. At least the drinks were free and he planned to take full advantage of that.

Once he got his drink, he thanked the bartender and turned to look out over the crowd of people there. He smiled and nodded to a few people he vaguely knew but couldn’t quite place. He headed out into the crowd and chatted to a few people for a few minutes, although he couldn’t exactly remember their names, before heading back over to the bar to freshen up his drink. As he was waiting on the bartender he scanned the crowded room for the host, all the while thinking of a viable excuse to give them to leave early. This party was a bust as far as he was concerned.

He got his fresh drink and took a sip, still scanning the crowd, when something caught his eye. He stopped and took a good look. He saw you standing there in deep conversation with your friend. The gold in your dress seemed to make you glow in the lights. He noticed your friend nod in his direction and then you looked over at him.

Once your eyes met, everything around him seemed to slow down. He couldn’t hear the conversations around him; there was a rushing sound in his ears. He felt his heart skip a beat. If he hadn’t known better he would have thought he was having some sort of attack. He was rooted to the spot, unable to take his eyes off of you.

Something deep, and urgent took hold of him.

Back on your side of the room, you could barely hear what Veronica was saying to you.

“Hellooo, earth to Y/N!” Veronica waved her hand in front of your face. “Are you even listening to me?”

You jerked your head away from the man at the bar. “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. What were you saying?”

She laughed. “Damn, you weren’t even paying attention to me.”

“Yes, I was.”

“No, you weren’t. You were too busy drooling over that guy at the bar.”

“I wasn’t drooling,” you said, turning to look at the bar again.

“Anyway,” Veronica said, grabbing your hand to make you look at her. “As I was saying: are you gonna stand here all night?”

You shook your head slowly. “Nah, I’m not,” you said, grabbing your drink and shaking your hand from her grip. You took one more look at the man who was still staring at you, and headed to the doors that lead outside to the terrace. Something about the way he looked at you, his gaze, made you feel… not, exactly uncomfortable, but unsettled.

Pedro’s eyes followed you as you took one more look at him before grabbing your drink and heading to the doors leading outside. He downed his drink, before ordering another, and quickly drank that one too; then he found himself heading over to you, pushing through the crowd. He was filled with a nervous, but oddly determined energy.

Before you could push the doors open to head outside, he caught up with you.

“Excuse me…”

He reached out and grabbed your arm. Normally, a strange man grabbing you would have caused you to make a scene, but as soon as his hand made contact with your skin, you felt a rush of heat flood your body. You stopped and turned to him, your eyes locking onto his. They were a gorgeous, sweet dark brown, reminding you of warm coffee, which made your breath hitch in your throat.

You cleared your throat. “Yes?”

The both of you stood there, unsure of what to say, but totally captivated by each other. You felt his hand slide down your arm to your hand. Before you knew what was happening, you felt him pull you back near the center of the floor. You barely registered the music that was playing as you felt him rest his other hand on your waist; you took your free hand and placed it on his shoulder as you both began to sway to the music.

Neither of you said anything, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. It felt as if no one else was there; it was just the two of you in your own little world. No words were needed. It was just the heat and electricity passing between you. You never wanted to let go, to let this moment end. Right then, you were in your own personal heaven. You and this complete stranger, who somehow felt like someone you’d known forever. All you could focus on was the feel of his hands: one in yours, the other on your waist; and you began to wonder how those hands would feel touching you in other places.

Somehow, sometime, between songs, you had stopped dancing, tugged on his hand, and led him outside to the terrace. The fresh air cleared your mind, but only slightly. He still had your hand in his and he pulled you away from the cluster of people that were out there. You stopped around a corner, eyeing each other. You smiled shyly under his gaze which caused him to grin. You felt your breath hitch again, his smile seemed to light up the darkened corner you were in.

“So…” he began, his voice, even with that one whispered word, sent shivers down your body.

“Yeah…” you whispered back.

You don’t know what came over you, but before he could open his mouth to say another word, you had grabbed him and pulled him close. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. All you could think about was him and what you so desperately wanted, needed, to do with him. Your hands slid up his strong arms, to his broad shoulders, before tangling in his hair. Your fingers tugging slightly on the dark chestnut locks.

With a small grunt, you felt him take a step forward, causing you to bump against the wall. His large hands on your back, sliding down to your hips, before reaching around and grabbing your ass. You let out a small gasp, and he shushed you, before biting you lightly on your neck. You have to bite down on your lower lip to stop another, louder gasp escaping your lips. You had to settle for grinding against him, wanting him more and more.

He bunched up your dress. It was over your knees before he stopped for a second.

“You sure?”

You nod and let out a single, breathy “Yes.” Looking into his eyes to drive home the point.

You wanted him, right then, right there. Never before had you felt this. Needing no other reassurances, he pushed your dress up over your hips. He trailed his lips from your neck, down to your exposed cleavage, before sinking to his knees in front of you. You felt him kiss then bite at your stomach, then up one thigh, then the other. When you bucked your hips, you could swear you felt him smirk, before sliding your panties to the side. Then you felt his tongue make contact with your soaking wet core, you had to cover your mouth with your hand, because the sound that would have escaped would have definitely brought attention to you two.

It was all you can do to keep quiet, as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Your upper back was flush against the wall, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs as his tongue worked his magic on your pussy. He licked a stripe up your exposed pussy lips before swirling his tongue around your clit. He then began sucking on your sensitive nub, while sliding one finger, then another inside you. Pumping them slowly in and out of your wetness, you hear a soft squelching noise. When did you get this wet? The thought was chased from your mind when you felt him remove his fingers and slip his tongue inside you.

At the very back of your mind, you were sure someone could hear the light slurping noises he was making, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could focus on was his hands on your thighs, his head between your legs, and his mouth and tongue alternating between your pussy and clit. And that pressure building in the pit of your stomach.

You heard yourself let out a slightly audible “Fuck!” when he wrapped his lips around your clit again and started sucking as he curled his fingers deeper inside you, finding that sensitive area deep inside you. Your legs started shaking as you felt that pressure build into a heat that then spread from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes. If he hadn’t been holding you up, you were sure you would have collapsed on the ground. He held you up as you rode out your orgasm.

When your breathing evened out, you looked down at him, who was smiling at you from under your dress. You smiled back then stuck your hand out to pull him up. He grabbed your hand with a slight wince, he stood up.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Fantastic,” you breathed out, before pulling him against you and kissing him deeply again. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he slid his into your mouth.

Your hands were close to undoing his pants when you heard someone calling your name.

“Y/N? Y/N where are you?”

“Shit.”

“What is it?” he asked you, only half paying attention since his hands were busy pushing your dress back up.

“Someone’s looking for me.”

“Y/N?” It was Ronnie and you could hear her footsteps coming closer to the corner where you were. “Are you out here?”

With a frustrated sigh, he reluctantly pushed himself from you and you both straightened your clothes. Shyly you stepped out of the shadows and around the corner.

“There you are!” Ronnie said, hurrying towards you. “What were you doing back there?”

“I…” you started but didn’t get a chance to finish because she kept talking.

“Listen I saw Jared, I gotta go.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m in no mood to be in the same place as him,” she ranted as she grabbed your arm and began pulling you away.

But your feet were rooted to the spot. “Ronnie, slow down. What’s happening?”

“Y/N, didn’t you hear me? Jared is here…”

“I heard that…”

“And I don’t want to be in the same place as him. Now come on!”

“But I…”

“You’ve been wanting to leave all night, so let’s go!”

She gave your arm one harder yank and you stumbled forward.

“But…” was all you could say as you looked back at the darkened corner. You saw him standing there, leaning against the wall, watching you be pulled away. You gave him an apologetic look before you let yourself be pulled away.

—

A WEEK LATER

“Are you still upset over that guy?”

You gave your friend a look. “Yes. Yes, I am Veronica!”

“Ouch, okay, I get it. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Can’t you forgive me?”

“I already have… I just wish you hadn’t pulled me away before I even got his name.”

Ronnie nodded. “Understood… I still can’t believe you did that before even finding out his name, let alone in public. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

You had to admit that it was very out of the ordinary for you. You were more of a wait-til-the-third-date kinda gal. But there was something about him, something you couldn’t shake even still, after a week. You had thought about him everyday (and night) since. The way he had made you felt, was something so unreal, so deep, it still had a grip on you.

Ronnie saw the look on your face, the look you would get lately that meant you were thinking about him. She shook her head. She had never seen you like this before and she wished that she could do something to help you, but she had no idea where to start.

She led the way down the hall to your office. “So, what do you want to do for lunch?”

“Hmm? Oh, I don’t know, you decide.”

Ronnie gave you a look and pushed your door open. “Well I was thinking about that place… woah!”

You looked up at what had caused her to stop talking. There on your desk sat a bouquet of red roses.

“Where did those come from?” she asked you.

“No idea,” you said, as you walked towards your desk.

You looked at them and inhaled their sweet perfume.

“Oh, look at the card,” Ronnie said, and she picked up an envelope and handed it to you.

You opened it and read the short message:

Y/N,

I hope the flowers are a nice surprise. I have to say I had quite a difficult time finding you since you didn’t give me your name, but luckily I heard your friend say it. I did some asking around through the host, and found you through a friend of a friend. I’m hoping that this doesn’t come off as creepy, but I had to find a way to get in contact with you and hopefully see you again. The way you made me feel was something I never felt before.

So, how about dinner Friday at Gino’s at 6? If you don’t come I’ll understand, but I hope to see you.

-Pedro

“Pedro,” you whispered, as you looked up at Ronnie. “That’s his name.”

“These are from him? Oh my goodness! The man’s got taste,” Ronnie said, glancing at the flowers again with approval. “So what did the note say?”

“He found me through a friend of a friend and wants to meet for dinner on Friday at six.”

“I take it from the look on your face, you’re gonna go.”

All you could do was nod, smile, and sniff at your roses again.

—

Friday after work, you rushed home to change. Your boss had decided to hold a last minute meeting and you were running late. You cursed as you ran back out to your car after a quick shower and change of clothes. It was 5:53 when you got in your car and Gino’s was at least 20 minutes from your place.

As you drove as fast as the law allowed, you prayed to every single god you had ever heard of to please let Pedro still be there at the restaurant when you got there. You pulled up to the place and spent five minutes driving around to find a spot. Once you got one, you hopped out of your car, straightening your dress and patting at your hair. You glanced down at your phone. It was almost twenty after six.

“Shit!” you said as you walked as fast as your heels would allow you to the entrance up to the hostess’s stand.

—

Pedro sat there at his table, silently cursing himself, of course the roses were too much. He probably scared you off. He looked down at the time. 6:16. Maybe you weren’t coming. He pushed his chair back with a sigh and was about to get up, when he took one last glance at the door.

He saw you rush up to the hostess’s stand. Once again he froze as he felt his heart skip a beat. All conversation around him seemed to go quiet as he heard that rushing sound in his ears again. He couldn’t help but smile while watching you presumably tell the hostess you were looking for him. He stood as she led you to him.

“Thank you,” you said softly to her.

Pedro made his way over to your side of the table and held out your chair for you to sit.

Once he sat back down, the two of you just stared at each other for what seemed like hours, just drinking each other in.

You broke the silence first. “Sorry I was late. Meeting at work ran long.”

“Think nothing of it.”

“I’m glad you’re still here, I thought I had missed you.”

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he confessed.

“There’s nowhere else I'd rather be,” you told him, which caused him to smile, lighting up his face, and, you could swear, the area around you.

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mrsjavierpena · 9 months

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Teenage Dream | pedro pascal x actress!reader

series summary: you always knew you were meant to be in hollywood; it was one of your biggest dreams since you were a teenager. to confirm your believes, you get to make it come true beside the man you've always had a crush on from afar. one of your biggest teenage dreams is already in motion, guess it's time to persue the other.

rating: 18+

prologue warnings: mention of masturbat*on

series warnings: age gap (25/48); eventual smut (will be warned every chapter); mature language; anxiety; fluff; angst; sexual tension; slow burn; reader is a female and has a vag*na.

A/N: first of all, english is not my first language, so there might have grammar issues (lmk if its something outrageous so i can fix it pls) this is the prologue of a series i really have no ideia where is going!!!!!!! imma be writing what comes to my mind - im always open for suggestions so feel free to message me! i have no update day for now because if i pressure myself to write this ill never finish it and i also have to conciliate this with college, so pls be patience (but no worries with encouraging messages, it motivates me to write knowing that someone cares hehe) if someone wants to be tagged in every update, just lmk!

edit: guys, just to let you know, im not updating this for a while, im focusing on other projects and unfortunately this will have to wait, but someday it'll be back! i guess that's it, let me know if you enjoy it! thx for reading :)

You remember the first time you saw him as if it was yesterday.

HBO was broadcasting the first episode of the fourth season of Game of Thrones and the sixteen-year-old you, being a huge fan of the show from the beggining, were thrilled to find out how the season would go. Little did you know.

The man of your dreams appeared in a yellow robe, with a sassy attitude and scenes that had you touching yourself at night when finally alone.

You became nearly obcessed with Pedro since that day; following religiously every step of his career, watching everything he was in, dreaming about him during your whole teenagehood.

Eventually, you moved on with your life; had to, you had another dream to persue. You set a path: college, some boyfriends here and there, cast auditions almost every week, shitty jobs with shitty people until you finally - finally - got to get steady as an actress.

You hadn't had you 'boom' yet. During the last three years, you and your agent slowly built your name, starting from bellow, getting small parts in popular shows, some small movies in your curriculum... but you were good. Anyone that worked with you could see that, specially the last director you worked with.

And that's how you got there. The fucking leading role in a fucking big production. With fucking Pedro Pascal as your co-star.

One of your biggest teenage dreams is already in motion, guess it's time to persue the other.

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flightlessangelwings · 11 months

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To Your Rescue

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 5k Dialogue prompt- “ hurry! take my hand! “ Action prompt- [ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire Warnings- s.mut (18+ only!), protective!Javi, mutual pining, so much pining, action/minor violence, a creeper character, minor character death, love confession, reader is a maid in the Gutierrez compound Notes- June's Year of Protectiveness fic is here and I just had to write one with our dear sweet Javi! @yearofcreation2023 The idea randomly popped into my head and it was just too perfect and this one was fun to write! And I just love Javi so much!! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post!

As lavish as the Gutierrez compound was, your job was anything but. As a maid in the estate, it was your job to work behind the scenes to keep up that luxury appearance. It was far from a glamorous job, but it was a job you were grateful for. It wasn’t a hard job, and it was stable. You kept to yourself for the most part and it paid well. Plus, the views weren’t bad either…

With the sea as a backdrop, every view out any given window was stunning. The sun made the sea glitter beautifully no matter what time of day it was, and you found yourself staring out the window at times. But, there was something else that caught your eye often… or rather someone else. The head of the estate, and head of the Gutierrez cartel, Javi, was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His smile lit up the room more than the sun that beamed through the windows.

“Do not address Señor Gutierrez, entiéndame?” Flora, the head of the household told you sternly on your first day.

“Si señora,” you replied meekly.

Her words rang through your head nearly every day, and you had to remind yourself of your place in Javi Gutierrez’s life. But, even though you weren’t supposed to speak to him, there was nothing against looking at him, especially when you thought he didn’t notice.

But what you didn’t know was that Javi snuck glances at you when you weren’t looking too.

From the day you started, Javi was entranced by you. His heart nearly stopped in his chest the first time he saw you, and he couldn’t help but linger at times to watch you while you worked. Some days it was hard for Javi to keep his expression neutral as he passed by you in the halls, especially when he had to meet with more dangerous people.

It didn’t go unnoticed that you averted your eyes every time Javi passed by. But, he also was aware of the weight of your gaze when he wasn’t looking. Javi wondered if you felt his own gaze on you, or were you too busy with your work to feel it. Little did he know that goosebumps erupted on your skin whenever you felt his eyes on you.

The stolen glaces went on for some time before Javi finally decided to break the ice. He happened to come into the library where you were dusting, and he made sure not to make any noise. Javi watched with longing in his eyes as you stepped up the ladder to reach higher up. But, as the dust flew into the air, it made you sneeze, and you almost lost your balance.

Panic rushed through your veins as you felt yourself fall backwards and you scrambled to grab onto the shelf. But, you barely fell at all before a pair of large hands grabbed you and steadied you.

“Careful there, querida,” a soft voice rang out behind you.

You gasped as you grabbed onto the bookcase to steady yourself before you hard and found yourself face to face with Javi Gutierrez. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a moment to study his features up close, and he was even more beautiful than he was from afar.

“Señor Gutierrez,” you mumbled as your gaze dropped. Your skin burned as you realized he still held onto you.

Javi grinned brightly, “Please,” he let out a short laugh, “Just call me Javi.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it as you tried to find your voice, “T-thank you… For saving me.”

“No need to thank me,” Javi said softly as he finally released you.

The two of you locked eyes and time felt like it stopped. The sound of blood pulsing through both your veins felt like it echoed in the room even louder than the waves crashing out the window. The gentle breeze ruffled Javi’s hair, and you found yourself wondering that it would be like to run your fingers through it. But, your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his gaze dropped down to your lips for the briefest moment.

But, as much as you wanted to know what ran through his head, you heard a different voice in your head: Do not speak to Señor Gutierrez.

You cleared your throat as you turned back to the bookshelf, “I should get back to work,” your voice was hushed as you picked up the duster you dropped.

Javi couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face, “Do not let me interrupt you.”

“Señor Gutierrez,” you called to him as he turned to leave, “Thanks again.”

He smiled at you, “I will always come to your rescue, querida,” he winked at you before he left the room.

From that day on, Javi stole whatever moments he could with you. He liked talking to you, even if it took some time for you to finally carry on a full conversation. As the months went on, Javi found more and more that what he felt was more than just flirting. He was falling for you. And he was falling hard.

For now, though, Javi knew he had to be careful. Between the fact that you worked in the compound and Javi’s role as figurehead of his family’s cartel, he couldn’t take unnecessary risks. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and he certainly didn’t want to put you in danger if anyone found out how much you truly meant to him.

There were times when it was hard, though. Like, whenever Javi hosted a fancy party and you worked serving drinks. He couldn’t help the way his fingers would linger over yours when you handed him a fresh glass.

“Gracias, querida,” Javi murmured in your ear so softly that no one else could hear.

“Anything for you, Señor Gutierrez,” you replied as you were sure he felt how warm your skin was.

“Call me Javi,” he quipped back.

Although you didn’t answer, Javi didn’t expect you to. It became a routine for the two of you to end conversations like that. But, the look on your face told him all he needed to know. Javi noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. And it certainly didn’t pass him by the way your eyes fell down to his lips once more.

For now, Javi just nodded and raised his glass to you before you turned and went back to your duties. One day, the time would be right. Until then, Javi would just keep you close the only way he could, and at least you were close enough to be kept safe.

Another night, another party.

You let out a deep sigh as you picked up all the discarded streamers from the party. It was a particularly crazy night, and most of the guests had too much to drink and got rowdy. It didn’t bother you, though since you got paid overtime to work the cleanup. You had gotten to the compound late as most of the guests were already leaving, but your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw Javi laughing and having a good time.

But now, everyone had left and it was just you in a big empty room with only trash to keep you company. Or so you thought.

“Would you like some help, querida?” a soft voice broke through the quiet in the room.

You gasped and jumped, startled by the sudden presence behind you. But, you instantly relaxed when you saw Javi standing there, “Señor Gutierrez,” you breathed.

Javi smiled brightly at you, lighting up the dimmed room and bringing the sun into the night, “Querida, how many times have I asked you to call me Javi?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as your skin warmed, “Javi…” You finally replied and finally caved into his ongoing request.

“That’s better,” he dropped down to his knees next to you, “Now back to my first question,” Javi’s tone was soft as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath, “Would you like some help?”

Lost in his eyes, it took you several moments to answer. And you were sure he caught the way your eyes dropped down to his lips for a moment before you spoke, “It…” you cleared your throat as you found your voice, “It isn’t your job señ… Javi.”

“I know,” his kindness was reflected in his voice as he covered your hand with his and slipped out what you were holding, “But I want to help. And…” he paused, “I want to spend some time with you.”

Your mouth dropped open and you were sure Javi felt the heat that radiated from your skin, “Uhh,” you stuttered, “Thank you,” you mumbled as you dropped your gaze down, too nervous to meet his eyes again.

I will always come to your rescue, Javi thought as he let out a short laugh and helped you clean up in silence. The silence, however, was comfortable, and you never felt his warmth go far from your body. Soft rustling was the only sound in the room as you and Javi picked up together. It felt… normal… comfortable. As if the two of you were the hosts and you cleaned up after all your friends left. As time passed, Javi broke the silence with light conversation, and it only made the illusion stronger.

With Javi’s help, you got the space clean enough in no time, “I’ll leave the rest of the glasses for the morning,” you thought out loud, “I think that's it,” you turned to him, “Thanks, Javi.”

He reached out and gently cupped your face as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “You are welcome, querida,” Javi said as he stroked his thumb across your cheek. His breath hitched in his throat as you leaned into his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and hold you tight.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt comforted by his touch. You were sure he could feel the way your pulse pounded through your veins, and when he whispered your name, you opened your eyes to meet his.

“Javi…” you breathed, lost in your emotions.

The two of you stared at each other, lost in the other’s eyes. Slowly, you both leaned in close to each other, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javi’s gaze glance down at your lips. You trembled in his grasp, and part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. As his face got closer to yours, you felt his breath on your skin and it made goosebumps erupt on your skin.

But, just as Javi’s lips ghosted over yours, you suddenly got nervous and pulled back at the last moment. You cleared your throat as you mumbled an apology, “Sorry, I…”

But Javi didn’t allow you to complete the thought, “It’s late,” he interrupted, not wanting to hear your rejection, “Would you like to stay here for the night? I do not want you to be out this time of night.”

You fiddled with your fingers, “Are you sure?” you asked in a whisper.

Javi smiled softly at you as he brushed your cheek, “Anything for mi favorita,” he winked at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes went wide, “O-ok…”

“Come,” he stood and offered you his hand, “I will set us up by the fireplace downstairs and put on a movie.”

“That sounds nice,” you replied as you slid your hand in his.

With a grunt, Javi helped you to your feet, and when your faces were only inches away again, your both froze. Your lips parted as your eyes dropped down to his lips again, and you saw Javi mirror your action. Together, the two of you stayed still for several long moments. Only this time, Javi didn’t try to close the gap, and instead cleared his throat and led the way.

“This is the most comfortable blanket I’ve ever used,” you sighed as you settled onto Javi’s couch. He let you use his shower and you changed into the spare clothes you always kept on the compound just in case.

“Only the best for you, querida,” Javi smiled at you as he poured two glasses of wine and turned on a movie, “I hope this selection is ok for you,” he sounded unusually sheepish as National Treasure started.

You returned the smile as you grabbed one of the glasses, “Only if it’s a double feature with both,” you raised your glass and waited for him to do the same.

Javi’s face lit up with excitement, “Of course!” he didn’t bother to hide his glee as he clinked his glass with yours, “Salud.”

“Salud,” you tapped your glass against his and you both took a sip before you settled in.

Comfortable and exhausted, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep on Javi’s couch. As your body relaxed, you slumped over in your sleep and your head rested on his shoulder. Javi glanced down and his heart fluttered as he saw you sound asleep against him. Not wanting to disturb you… or move you… he adjusted himself so that he slung his arm around you and he held you tightly until he too dozed off. Neither of you made it through the first movie.

When the sun hit your face, you groaned softly as you yawned before you opened your eyes. Groggy from sleep, it took you a few moments to remember where you stayed for the night. But, you gasped when you realized that you fell asleep against Javi, and that he fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You shot up with a start, which woke Javi, “Querida!” he exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you breathed, “I just… I didn’t mean to…” you gestured around you.

Javi softened, “Do not apologize, querida,” he supped your face again, “It was a wonderful sleep… Even if we didn’t make it through the move,” he added with a laugh.

That put you more at ease, “I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime? And actually watch the movies,” you laughed as you suddenly felt more brave around him.

“I would like that,” Javi whispered as his gaze lingered on you for several moments.

Again, you felt captivated by his eyes on you, as if he cast some spell on you that froze you in place. But, it was something you were willing to cave to. And once again, you leaned in closer to him, your lips hovering just over his.

But, this time you were interrupted by the chime of the clock that made you both jump with a gasp. Your eyes went wide as you realized what time it was, “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “I’m late,” you looked at Javi, “I gotta go.”

Javi looked disappointed, but he nodded, “Go,” he said, “I will tell Señora Flora that you stayed late and not to punish you.”

You gave him a pleading look as you did something unexpected: you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, “Thank you, Javi,” you whispered before you scurried away, leaving Javi on the couch with a dumbfounded grin on his face.

“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Gutierrez,” a sinister-looking man spoke in a heavy Russian accent, “We look forward to doing business with you,” he smiled darkly.

Javi and Lucas sat on the other end of the table, both on high alert. It was a private meeting, and you only stepped in briefly as they got started to offer drinks and refreshments. As you walked by the leader, he greeted you in Russian and gave you a smirk that made your skin crawl. You thought for a moment that he was going to try and reach for you, but Javi cleared his throat and got his attention before he could.

“We look forward to working with you too, Señor,” Javi didn’t sound like himself. He didn’t look like himself either. He kept a tough facade as a deep scowl shadowed on his face. But it only hid his true feelings, and he killed him inside that he couldn’t just grab you and hold you close, shielding you from these unsavory men.

The Russian looked over at Javi and gave him a nod before he turned his attention to you once more, “You certainly have very pretty help, Mr. Gutierrez,” he commented.

Everything in you told you to run, to slap him, to do something. But, you knew better, and all you did was nod once before you turned and left the room as quickly as possible. You felt the Russian’s gaze on you, but Javi also watched with great intensity. It wasn’t until the door shut behind you that you finally let out a deep breath.

Javi kept his guard up the entire meeting, feeling even more on edge after the way the Russian looked at you.

The next day when you arrived at the compound, you were immediately greeted by Javi. He looked like he didn’t sleep well, and it was clear by the look on your face that you didn’t either. Both of you were haunted by the encounter yesterday, and Javi had spent all night worrying about you. He wanted more than anything to keep you there overnight, scared that the Russians might find you.

“Javi,” you exhaled, “Are you ok?”

Javi sighed your name with relief, “Come with me, querida,” he extended his hand, “I want to show you something.”

“But…”

“Do not worry,” he smiled softly at you, “I am the boss, remember?” he winked and suddenly all the tension and worry melted from your body.

“Ok,” you breathed as you took his hand, “Where are we going?”

Javi only grinned at you.

“Wow,” you breathed in awe, “This is…”

“Beautiful,” Javi finished your thought as his gaze never left your figure.

Javi had led you to his truck and drove you out into the cliffs, away from the compound, from your lives, from everything. The view of the sea was even more stunning from here, and the calm and the fresh air surrounded you. While you took in your setting and admired the views, Javi never took his eyes off of you.

“Listen, querida,” Javi started as he shuffled closer to you, “About yesterday…”

You felt like your heart was about to explode from your chest, especially when Javi looked at you like that, “Yes…?”

Before he could voice his thoughts, the sudden sound of a gunshot from the distance made you and Javi jump. Another gunshot went off, and you screamed as the dirt only a few inches away from you blew up into the air. In the distance, you saw a truck with several men inside, all of them armed. Although you couldn’t make out their faces, you had a guess that they were the Russians that Javi and Lucas met with the day before.

“Hurry, querida,” Javi reached for you, “Take my hand.”

Everything happened so fast, you hardly processed it. Javi grabbed your hand and led you through the forest along the cliffs. The sounds of gunshots and shouts in Russian echoed through the wilderness. Javi weaved you both through the trees as the Russian yelled taunts at you both.

“You cannot keep the woman safe, Mr. Gutierrez,” a heavily Russian accented voice called through the forest, “We will find you, and kill you. And then she is mine.”

The truck spun around and cut off the path that Javi and you ran in. He stopped short, keeping you behind him as they aimed their guns at you both. Thinking quickly, Javi grabbed you and launched you both down a hill.

You both grunted and shouted as you rolled down a short way before you landed in a clearing with a gasp. Javi groaned as he shook his head before he scrambled to his feet and grabbed your hand again, “Quickly, querida!” He yanked you forward as he led you behind a large boulder, “This will keep us safe for now,” he huffed.

“Javi, what are we gonna do?” you huffed, out of breath from running.

Javi stopped his frantic panic for a moment and corrupted your face with both hands, “Look at me, querida,” he waited for your eyes to lock with his before he continued, “I promise, I will keep you safe. Just trust me.”

You swallowed hard, “I trust you, Javi.”

“Good,” his lips pressed together firmly as his hair fell into his face.

Javi kept you covered as best he could while he pulled out two things: his phone and his gun. You gasped when you realized he always carried it with him, and if the situation wasn’t so dire you would have thought more about it. But, another gunshot from the distance interrupted your thoughts.

“Lucas!” Javi shouted on the phone. He yelped as another shot rang through the air and hit the rock you currently used for cover. Without thinking, Javi pushed you down to the ground as he quickly told his cousin where to find you. “These fucking Russians,” he mumbled to himself as he tucked your head into his chest, “Stay down, querida,” Javi told you, “I promise I will not let anything happen to you.”

All you could do was cling to Javi’s shirt. You hated the helpless feeling and the fear that flowed through you. But, you also knew that Javi would keep you safe, and his strong arms around you was a comfort in the situation. You took comfort in the echo of Javi’s voice from earlier, telling you that he would always come to your rescue.

“There you are,” a thick Russian accent came from behind you and Javi.

You both gasped as you turned around and found the leader had found his way behind the rock and pointed his gun right at you and Javi. Javi hissed a string of curses in Spanish as he pulled you as close as he possibly could.

But, before the Russian could fire at you, a shot rang from behind him and he fell forward, dead.

“Do not look, querida,” Javi huffed as he blocked your vision.

Your vision was blocked by Javi’s hand over your eyes, but you heard the shouts of Lucas and Javi’s security team. And the barrage of gunfire made your ears ring until suddenly silence filled the air. Just as quickly as it started, all the shooting stopped, and it wasn’t until Javi made sure that the area was clear that he finally loosened his grip on you.

“It's over,” he sighed as he looked you up and down, “You’re alright.” Javi looked around before he stood up and acknowledged his allies.

“Javi…”

“Come with me, querida,” Javi reached out and took your hand once more, “I want you to stay at the compound tonight until I know you will not be a target anymore.”

All you could do was nod as you followed Javi back into the safety of the compound.

You spent the rest of the day in a daze as you replayed the chase over and over again. Javi insisted you stayed in his bedroom, and even as you stayed in his large, luxurious shower for so long that the water ran cold, you knew he was just outside the door. Once you opened the door wearing nothing but a robe, you were immediately face to face with Javi, who looked more worried than you had ever seen him.

“Are you alright, querida?” he asked as he looked you over.

“I’m ok,” your voice was hushed as you sounded meek.

“Come here,” Javi rested his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit on his bed. Once you were seated, he looked at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen, “I’m so sorry, querida,” Javi’s face dropped, “They must have seen how much I care about you, and it put you at risk.”

“Javi…”

“I never wanted you to get hurt,” he continued, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes, “All I want to do is protect you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You froze.

“I just…” he sighed, “I cannot lose you… Te quiero, querida,” Javi’s confession came from his heart as he looked at you with those big brown eyes. His hands on you stayed firm and you felt the tension in his grip.

The dam broke, and without a word you launched yourself forward and crashed your lips to his. Javi’s muffled moan vibrated between your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you and immediately reciprocated the kiss. All the months of longing and lingering touches cumulated in his kiss.

Javi murmured your name as you both broke away for a breath before he yanked you close and kissed you again. This time, he swallowed the moan you let out as you both clung to each other as if you were both afraid the other would disappear.

Neither of you were sure who moved first, but you both simultaneously began to tug at the other’s clothes. Javi stripped you more quickly, with only the robe covering your body, but you made quick work of the button down shirt and linen pants he wore.

As you yanked his pants off, you straddled Javi’s waist and pushed him down onto his back. All the breath was forced out of his lungs, but Javi never broke eye contact with you. He looked up at you like you were a goddess and he was just a lowly worshiper. But, Javi would worship you every day, every night, every moment he could. He would do anything for you.

“Javi,” you breathed as you leaned forward, your folds rocking along his cock as you did so, “I love you too,” your voice was soft as your lips hovered over his before you closed the gap once more.

He mumbled your hand as he grabbed onto your hips, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of your body. Soft moans from both of you filled the room as you rocked yourself along Javi’s hardening cock until the desperation was too much for both of you.

“Fuck,” Javi hissed as the warmth spread across his whole body.

You bit your lip as you lined yourself up with the tip of his cock and slowly sank down. A loud moan escaped your lips as he cock pushed into you, stretching you out so wonderfully. Both you and Javi let out a string of curses as his cock filled you more and more until your hips met his.

“Shit, Javi,” you breathed, “Fuck…”

“You feel so good, querida,” Javi groaned as he trailed his hands up your sides and pulled you forward for another kiss.

Slowly, you rocked yourself along Javi’s body, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you while his tongue tangled with yours. Javi’s arms stayed wrapped around you, too afraid to even loosen his grip on you while you rode him harder.

“I am never letting you go querida,” Javi mumbled as your warmth engulfed him over and over again as you bounced on his cock, “I promise, I will never let anything happen to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Javi… Fuck,” you moaned against his lips, “I’ve thought about this for so long…”

“So have I,” Javi grunted your name, “Fuck… Let me feel you cum, querida.”

You let out a loud moan as your clit rubbed against Javi’s hips and his cock hit spots so deep inside you that you saw stars. You held onto his shoulders as you rode him harder and faster, desperately chasing your climax. Mumbled words of praise spilled from Javi’s lips as his own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

Together, you and Javi came at the same time. Your bodies trembled against the other as you clung desperately while you rode out your climaxes. Loud moans and groans filled the room and skin slapped against skin until you lost all your strength and collapsed down on top of him.

Javi kept his arms around you as he rolled you over onto your side, slipping out of you in the process. You shivered as you felt a sudden emptiness without Javi’s cock inside you and you let out a soft whimper.

“I’ve got you, querida,” Javi whispered as he guided your head to rest on his chest.

You sighed contently as you felt his pounding heart against your body, “I know you do,” you murmured.

Together, the two of you laid in a comfortable silence for some time. Javi tenderly stroked your back, and if it weren’t for your racing thoughts, you would have easily fallen asleep safe in his arms. But, between the attack and the heated confession, you had too much weighing on you.

“What happens now, Javi?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Javi let out a deep breath, “We have to hope the Russians did not get in touch with anyone else,” he sounded bitter, “But we have to assume that there will be others who will try to use you to hurt me,” he paused as he kissed the top of your head, “Do not worry, querida, I will never allow that to happen.”

You shifted yourself to look into his eyes, “I know you won’t,” you sounded confident, “I trust you, Javi.”

He smiled softly at you as he cupped your chin and pulled you in for a soft and tender kiss, “No matter what, you will be safe with me.”

It was a promise, not only to you, but to himself. Javi had never cared about anyone the way he cared about you. No matter what the future held, there was one thing Javi was certain of: he would keep you close and keep you safe. But, the future could wait until morning. For now, Javi just wanted to enjoy this moment here in his bed with you in his arms.

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creedslove · 9 months

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Hey its the anon that wrote about pedro character types. I meant more about what they look like e.g, their hair, personality etc! Sorry I wasn't clear enough😭✋

A/N: Hey anon, it's totally alright, I mean, it was completely understandable, I was the one going through a dumb wave and simply didn't get it 🤣 but now I did (sorta, I guess) and I turned it into ✨ HEADCANONS ✨

Javier Peña: Javi likes girls who can handle themselves, he has nothing against protecting you, he is a protective person and of course he will always make sure you are okay, but just so many people rely on him, it feels nice to know you are not helpless

As for looks, Javier likes well-groomed women, he likes them like a Christmas gift: beautifully wrapped, and that translates into women who take care of their appearance, does their hair, always smell nice, maybe a little makeup too and obvious with the nails done

Joel Miller: Joel wants… no, Joel needs a woman who's there for him, someone he knows he can count on, and it's not gonna bail on him. He's had enough with Sarah's mom and he seeks that intimacy and companionship in someone who will stick around for him and for his daughter

Physically, let's say Joel is an ass man and he will worship your ass. He loves those tight jeans of yours and your short skirts that give him access to it. He also likes when his girl takes care of her appearance and looks nice for him, overall, Joel has some low self-esteem and he already thinks you're too good for him, but he is not gonna complain when you doll up for him

Agent Whiskey: our sweet love broken cowboy… he is touch-starved because after losing his wife, he engaged in only one nightstands here and there, and they're usually all about sex and nothing else, so his type of woman would be a cuddly, warm and affectionate girl. Someone who responds well to physical touch and is able to show that through hugs, kisses, caresses, and well, sex. Jack loves when you sit on his lap and rest your back against his chest

As for the physical part, he doesn't like women who resemble his dead wife, it disturbs him and he will always keep away from them. He is also a classy man, and he likes his girl to be classy, so it drives him insane when you wear a beautiful and sexy nightgown to bed, the silkier, the more transparent the better. Also, idk why but I feel Jack would have a preference for long hair, as I can picture him gently brushing your hair and even braiding it he's in the mood - a skill he learned when he had to babysit his little sister when he was a teen

Javi Gutierrez: Javi is such a pure soul, he is kind, sweet, goofy and that's what he expects from his partner, he straights up believes in soulmate and love at first sight, and he will definitely have that with you if you are kind-hearted and nice to everyone around and of course, if you love movies as much as he does. Jk, no one loves movies as much as he does, but if you like movies and if you are open-minded enough to sit through the movies he would like to show *ahem* The Cabinet of Dr.Caligari, anyone? He will appreciate it

For looks, I don't know if Javi would have a preference, he strikes me as the kind of guy who would fall for someone's soul, no matter how cheesy that is, our Javi is cheesy and that's beautiful because he is beautiful.

And he also has a thing for taller girls, don't judge me

Frankie Morales: Aww Frankie is a good husband and good dad and he needs a girl who will take care of him. He also needs someone patient who will be understanding of his coke habit and believe he can do better. And he also likes someone who cooks because that shit he has to eat during missions is just terrible

For looks, Frankie is a boob man and he will die every time he sees you in a revealing cleavage, he just loves to rest his face in there and enjoy his time

Dave York: Dave likes a woman who's the opposite of his wife, hence he wouldn't be cheating. He likes a woman being fierce, kinky, someone who defies him and frustrates him at the same intensity it makes his cock go hard, he doesn't want the domesticity, he wants the danger, the risk and the thrill of doing something bad and knowing about it

And Dave likes any woman he considers prettier than his wife, if you got better ass, better tits and a prettier face, your in, and well, he obviously loves the tighter pussy but just to be sure, he needs to try yours first ;)

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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— cinema.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

word count: 4.1 k

summary: movie nights with javi were always the best, but this time it seems he has other plans for you.

warnings: established relationship, vaginal fingering, piv, creampie, dirty talk, size kink (javi's pp his huge in this one don't @ me), oral (receiving), dom/sub undertones, a bit of subdrop at the end, cockwarming

a/n: this isn't meant to be chubby!reader but there is descriptions of javi squeezing readers stomach soo just letting you guys know just in case-- enjoy xx

inspired by this post right here

my smut writing playlist that no one asked for

Movie nights with Javi is always the best.

First of all, he owns a home cinema. It’s big, spacious, has a popcorn machine to give the illusion of this being an actual movie theater and, by your request, is fully stocked with alaska frigo’s, which is a chocolate ice cream bar that was especially distributed in movie theaters in Turkey. The country you lived in prior to moving in with him.

Second, Javi is a movie nerd, meaning he has the ability to give so many interesting insights about the films you’re watching together. He knows so much and you’re always in awe of his knowledge, especially when it comes to Nick Cage. A true fanboy indeed.

But luckily for you, due to a bet you had won prior, you get to pick the movie.

With the remote in hand, you sit upon the couch cross-legged, Javi soon joins you after dimming the lights. He places an arm around your shoulder and he pulls you even closer, prompting you to extend your legs over his lap. A smile spreads across your face as he begins to caress the loosely thrown limbs, his fingers thick and strong against your thighs.

“So what have you chosen for us, love?”

“Spirited Away,” you reply, giddly. “I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic,”

“Ohh good choice,” Javi playfully slaps your thigh. “Go one then, start the movie,”

Your eyebrows slightly raise, a gesture so small that it’s completely hidden thanks to the dark atmosphere. Something feels odd, the way he speaks, the way his voice drops an octave in an almost sultry way. You stare at him, his countenance illuminated by the light of the screen. He’s smiling, rather widely, like he always did. Your gaze travels down to your thighs, his thumb draws soft, slow circles, a gesture so feather-like that it sends a shiver up your spine. You swallow, cursing at yourself for your mind being in the deep ends of the gutter.

The movie starts, the familiar blue screen of the Studio Ghibli logo showing up. But no matter how hard you try you can’t focus. His hand now fully begins to caress your thigh, going up and down as his brown eyes follow the characters on the screen. Damn, did he seriously have no idea what he was doing to you? This was torture. Face feeling warm, you force your gaze to the screen, you watch the beauty of the drawings, it’s a familiar sight but one you never grow tired of. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Soon you’re completely absorbed by Chihiro’s journey and her struggle in adapting to her new surroundings. You completely forget about the hand on your thigh, which might’ve been a mistake on your part.

Javi suddenly pulls you on top of his lap, your backside sliding between his thighs as his arms snakes around your waist. With a gasp you turn to him, you haven’t moved by much but you feel disoriented.

“Javi–”

He shushes you, “Focus on the movie my love, I just want to feel you closer. Don’t mind me,”

Nodding, you get comfortable on his lap. You rest the back of your head over his broad shoulder and tug his hand so they lay on your stomach. He hums as he lightly squeezes the softness of it, lips momentarily grazing against the skin of your neck, puckering them to lay a fleeting kiss.

The sudden heat you felt before comes rushing back. His large hands toying with your stomach, fingers digging into your flesh in a similar fashion of when he fucks you. You shudder. The mere memory of his cock splitting you open proving to be enough to have your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing. A soft whimper makes its way out of your lips. Upon hearing the voice, Javi’s hands slide further down, fingers trailing the waistband of your loose gray sweatpants.

And there his hands remain, only occasionally pulling your waistband and releasing it.

Thirty minutes pass and once again you forget the presence of his hands, observed by the movie. To be honest, he’s more comfortable than the couch. The steady rise and fall of his chest lulls you into a sleep-like daze, his steady breath a lullaby as it tickles the back of your ear. Your eyelids feel heavy. You can barely keep them open, blinking heavily as you try to focus– A yawn parts your lips and you shimmy on his lap, getting even more comfortable.

You fail to see his kind-hearted smile shift into something more mischievous. His fingers sneak under your waistband, spreading them across your pelvis as they travel further down. The sound of your mid yawn turns into an odd choking sound, you cough profusely, his fingers now inching closer to your aching core. You shift awkwardly, a whine forming against your lips as he drags his fingers between your folds, he feels how wet you are, the curls tickling the tips of his fingers while gathering your slick across the digits.

Your eyes flutter close when he pulls out his fingers, he brings them close to his face. Javi purposefully inches closer to you, the side of his cheeks brushing against the tip of your ear. He inhales and groans at the unaltered scent of you. There’s something explicitly dirty about hearing him inhale, it drives you to the edge of insanity, there’s just something so animalistic about it. More slick gushing from your needy self, you feel the dampness grow across the fabric of your underwear. You moan, grinding your ass down and feeling his hard cock underneath, your mouth waters.

He clicks his tongue, his thick fingers covering your mouth– You groan, eyes rolling back, you can smell yourself on his fingers.

“Shhh, I can’t hear the movie,”

Fuck, he’s teasing you. Javi’s very aware of what he’s doing.

His fingers slide down to your throat, he feels your pulse, he feels how maniacally your heart is beating. With a smile, he nibbles the skin that hides behind your earlobe, the tip of his tongue playfully moving against it. Your breath hitches, pulse quickening once again.

“Calm down, mi princesa, focus on the movie,”

It’s easier said than done, is what you want to say, but you don’t. Javi, despite being a sweetheart, is an avid brat tamer and you’re not in the mood to be teased more than you have to. Instead you chew your bottom lip, taking in deep breaths as you will your heart to calm down. Thankfully, he doesn’t say or do anything. He waits. Patiently. His eyes glued to the screen much like yours. When your pulse steadies, he hums with approval. His hand once again sneaks down the waistband of your sweatpants and nudges his thick fingers between your folds.

By the end of ten minutes you’re on the verge of tears. Everytime a whimper, moan, groan– Basically whenever any kind of noise escapes from your lips Javi stops.

And after a while passes, the torture begins all over again.

You feel like a heroine of a Greek tragedy. You feel like Prometheus, only including less gore. He brings you to the edge, the taste of your orgasm thick on your tongue, and as soon as you indulge he takes it away. You grit your teeth. Again with the waiting. You wish to close your eyes but you can’t. He made that perfectly clear when your eyelids mistakenly fluttered closed– Though, instead of stopping, he had pinched your clit, eliciting a sharp hiss from you.

Again, the heel of his palm presses against your clit while he thrusts his fingers in and out. You try your very best not to make a sound. The way Javi curls his fingers electrifies your every nerve, you’re positive if you were to look down you would see a rather large dark gray stain spreading across the crotch of your sweatpants. The pressure between your legs starts to build again, fuck, you grit your teeth. You want to cum so bad. You need to. A fog settles over your mind as a tear slips from the corner of your eye. Javi’s quick to lean in and lick it away, lips trailing down the apple of your cheek as he adds a third finger.

You can’t take it anymore.

“Javi–” you cry out, grinding your hips to meet his fingers. It feels so so good, your eyes roll back. “Please, please, please– I’m sorry, I’m sorry– Just please let me cum, please!”

You pant, rolling your hips despite Javi’s fingers coming to a full halt. It doesn’t matter, he’s still inside, you can still feel him, his fingers, thick and long and–

“What are you apologizing for?”

You can barely register the question, let alone answer with an incoherent sentence. The movement of your hips slows down and you blink heavily. The movie plays in a blur, all colors and shapes muddled together as you desperately try to clear up your mind. Your chest heaves as your insides clench around his finger, your gnaw on your bottom lip. Everything feels so overwhelming.

“I-I-”

Javi nibbles your earlobe, the gesture acts as an anchor, pulling you back to reality. You take a shaky breath, hips coming to a halt.

“Are you alright?” he asks, voice raspy.

“I am,”

Much to your disappointment, he pulls out his fingers, hands traveling up your body and cupping your breasts.

“You’re so distracting, all these noises and the way you just act out when you don’t get what you want–” he tuts, shaking his head. “Don’t I already give you everything? Tan mimada, you even picked out the movie and you still can’t behave,”

Your eyes flutter close and you lose yourself in the soothing timber of his voice. You’re aware that he’s scolding you but it’s so hard to care when he speaks in such a soft, hushed tone. He roughly squeezes your breasts and your hips twitch, you whine. With a chuckle Javi scoops up the remote from your lap and pauses the movie.

“It seems like we won’t be able to enjoy ourselves unless you’re thoroughly filled up, isn’t that right?”

Fuck, the way he purrs into your ear is going to make you explode.

“But before that I want to taste you, stand up,”

What?

“What?”

“You heard me,” his tongue dances across the column of your neck, leaving a wet trail. “I want to kneel in front of you and make you cum with my tongue, I want you to soak me, my love,”

A rather violent shiver consumes your very being. This wouldn’t be the first time where Javi ate you out until you couldn’t see straight anymore but it would be the first time where he did it while you were standing. Anxiety along with excitement claws at your gut. Your mouth feels dry, you want to, you really do but you would be so exposed. Breath stuttering you stare at the paused screen, his hands skimming across the frame of your body, a soothing gesture.

“We don’t have to do it like that, of course,” he says, lips moving along your neck. “I can eat you out on the couch as well, it’s all the same to me– Just decide soon, my tongue craves your taste,”

Instead of voicing out your answer, you stand up, slowly taking a few steps forward until you stop and turn to him. Javi watches you with a hungry gaze, the corner of his lips slightly curling up as you shed yourself out of your clothes.

Javi is the definition of eye fucking.

His already dark brown eyes now seem completely engulfed by the blackness of his dilated pupils. He looks you up and down multiple times, taking in every patch of skin and crevice you have to offer. You can almost feel it. His gaze washing over your body in the form of a lover’s caress, you can’t help but let out a faint moan, your pussy clenching around nothing but air. Javi instinctively spreads his legs, your eyes follow the outline of his thick cock. He’s not the one to wear the tightest of pants but man it looks like he’s wearing skinny jeans right now–

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” your voice breaks towards the end, you need him like you need air.

He shakes his head.

“Not now, no.”

Javi finally gets up, his steps slow and controlled. He stands an inch away from you, the fabric of his shirt grazing against your erect nipples as his palm cups the side of your face. You lean in to the touch, sighing when his thumb presses against your lips.

“I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs. “So eager, so beautiful– The most gorgeous flower I’ve ever seen,”

His words make your heart skip a beat, before you can retaliate, however, he kneels down, hands moving along your body as he does so.

When you look down your thighs quiver, he’s staring directly at the ache between your legs. His fingers dig into your thighs as he pushes them apart, eyes taking in the sight of your glistening pussy. You’re embarrassed at how your inner thighs are soaked with your own wetness, but instead of inquiring about it, Javi darts his tongue out, kissing your slick coated thighs hungrily. His tongue is so warm against your own skin, ticklish almost, you card his hair back with your fingers. Javi’s eyes are squeezed shut, humming as he devours the meat of your legs. Your breath stutters. He looks so good like this, his head between your legs, kneeling for you, pleasuring you– Shit.

A wave of wetness grows between your thighs, you can’t help it, this man is mesmerizing. Your cheeks hollow when you take a sharp breath, you don’t think you have enough willpower to keep yourself upright during all of this. Even now you’re barely standing, legs trembling.

His trail of kisses leads to your core, Javi drags his tongue across the seam of your cunt, groaning as slick coats his tongue. Your fingers tightens around his hair, hips bucking forward as he buries the wet muscle deeper. Javi’s large hands cup each mound of your ass, squeezing and kneading the muscle. When he pushes you forward you almost topple over, barely able to keep yourself from falling. He looks up to you, big brown eyes heavy with lust. The bridge of his nose constantly moves against your throbbing clit as he fucks you with his tongue, lapping your juices and moaning into you. The vibrations alone makes you close your shaking thighs, when your eyes flutter open you see him trapped, quickly apologizing as you spread your legs once again.

Pulling slightly back, he licks a stripe between your folds and grins.

“I don’t mind, I love it when you lose control,”

“Javi…” you whine, grinding your hips towards him. “I want to cum–”

“Do you, now?”

He suddenly buries his lips between your folds and sucks in your clit, he flicks his tongue. A wanton moan rips from your throat, pleasure spiking from your core and spreading throughout your entire body. His tongue brings you to the edge, your thighs closing around his head as you rock your hips, slick dripping down his mouth to his chin. You’re delirious with lust, rasping out his name over and over again, your heart thudding loudly against your chest. You’re dangling on the edge, his tongue threatening to push you over. You tug at his hair, silently begging him to move his mouth faster, but just as you lose yourself into the pleasure, he shoves in two fingers–

Your mouth spreads wide, a string of curses and moans falling from your damp lips as your body twitches and stills. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers, gushing around them as slick drips into his mouth. Javi hungrily laps up everything you have to offer, obscene sounds of slurping and groaning filling the room. He continues to move his fingers, curling them and shallowly thrusting them. You grit your teeth, another wave of pleasure washing over you as you come again. This time Javi moans, his one hand sliding to his clothed cock and squeezing it. The movement sends a spike of arousal up your spine, you need him.

When he pulls away his chin is dripping with the essence of you, his facial hair damp. Looking up, Javi grins at you, clearly proud of making you crumble. The sight makes both your heart and pussy throb and you can’t hold yourself anymore, you drop to the floor, knees scraping against the carpet. His strong arms quickly come around you, pulling you close as his lips find the middle of your forehead.

“Was that too much?” he murmurs. “I’m sorry,”

“What are you apologizing for?” you tease him with his own words, a weak smile spreading across your lips. “That was amazing, Javi. But I need you, need you inside, need you to split me in half,”

His eyes go wide, eyebrows reaching all the way up to his hairline.

“Fucking hell,”

He pushes you until your back is against the floor, the sound of a zipper soon follows and you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. You claw at the floor, back arching by the mere thought of his cock plunging into you. Javi leans in and captures your lips in a voracious kiss, he licks the inside of your mouth, sucks on your bottom lip and openly moans. Your arms come around his neck, pulling him closer– You want him to devour you, suck the air out of your lungs and leave you breathless. He does about that, kissing you until you’re gasping for air, which he provides, momentarily, before sucking your tongue into his own mouth once more.

You know what he’s doing, he’s done it before. But it’s like your brain resets every time, forgetting that Javi purposefully distracts you with kisses and torturous touches while he pushes in, filling you slowly, inch by inch. The sheer length and thickness of his cock surprises you every goddamn time, you gasp away, brows scrunched up painfully as your chest heaves.

Javi mouths the underside of your jaw, whispering words of encouragement as he tastes the salt of your skin. He’s not moving anymore.

“I-It feels so good but– fuck–”

He kisses your eyes, then your nose, the ticklish sensation of his facial hair coaxing a giggle from you.

“We have all the time in the world, just breathe for me,”

You do as you’re told. You breathe in once– twice–

“I-Is it fully in?” you ask already knowing the answer.

He chuckles, another fleeting kiss follows, this time on your lips.

“It’s only half way in,”

Neither you or he expects a moan to ripple from your chest, your head falls back, slick growing between your legs as your insides squeeze around him. Javi hisses between clenched teeth, hips stuttering forward at the pressure. You’ve only taken half of him in, you remind yourself and another moan follows, another squeeze around his cock. Javi presses his forehead against yours, both of your skins wet with perspiration. A growl ripples out of his throat, a sound so animalistic that it makes you clench a third time.

“You’re going to kill me, little one, tell me–” he swallows. “Tell me you can take me. Tell me I can fuck you now,”

“Yes,” you blurt out, lips brushing against his. “Yes, Javi– Please, fuck me,”

Javi buries himself completely and your vision blacks out for a moment. The stretch of his cock is the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, he closes the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. While your tongues intertwine, he slowly pulls back his hips and pushes forward, when you moan into his mouth, he repeats the movement, then again and again and again–

You break away from him and cry out his name, as an answer to your cries, he bites your neck, lapping the dents his teeth provide. You have no idea how to describe what you’re feeling, your brain short circuits, all you can feel is him. Javi. Waves of mind numbing pleasure soothes over your burning body, you raise your legs in a silent attempt to make him go deeper, which he obliges. He grips the back of your knees and pushes your legs up, grunting, he begins to slam his hips. The way his pelvis bruisingly hits your oversensitive clit again and again forcing out another orgasm. He stills as you thrash about, screaming and crying. You can almost hear the way slick drips down to the carpeted floor, you feel embarrassed, body tingling.

With a smile Javi presses his lips against your calf, gently nibbling the muscle as he grinds his hips. Each time he does you gasp, eyes rolling back. Pressure begins to build behind your eyelids, your overwhelmed cunt throbs, it’s too much.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, lips still latched onto your skin.

All you do is whine, still slightly dazed. He growls and rolls his hips, your back arches at the pressure, your eyes momentarily focusing on nothing by him.

“Dimelo ahora,”

Javi talks so fast that you can barely register the words, scraps of your spanish lessons flashing in your mind. Tell me now, he’s saying.

“Inside,”

The little self control that Javi had crumbles with your one word. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he sets a bruising pace, cock gliding in and out of you desperately as he chases his own orgasm. Your eyes roll back, heat builds between your legs again, a tear rolls down your cheek, it feels so good, so good that you can’t help screaming out his name. Javi drags his teeth against your skin, the mere sound of him fucking into you is enough to push you over the edge again–

You don’t even know where you are anymore. Your ears ring, heart beating as if you’re running a marathon, your body visibly shivers. Javi thrusts again and again, his lips murmuring something in spanish. With one more thrust he’s coming undone, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his large cock and filling you up to the brim. You can feel him pulsing inside, a groan tumbles out of your parched lips. You’re spent. You don’t even know how to talk anymore.

After moments filled with the sound of the both of you panting, Javi pulls out. You wince at the way cum trickles down your inner thighs, you feel so empty, a sudden feeling of sadness corrupting your heart.

“Talk to me, flower. Are you alright?”

You blink heavily, your body reacts at his words, heart swelling at the nickname. You nod.

“Please use your words,”

“I’m–” you clear your throat. “I’m good,”

“I’ll be right back with supplies,”

When he attempts to get up, you scramble forward with hopes of grabbing his wrist. The sadness you felt prior gathers in you like a storm, your face contort with incoming tears when your fingers merely brush his wrist but Javi feels it. He turns and after a moment of observation he kneels, pulling you close to his chest.

“What is it?”

You sniffle, “Don’t go, I-I want to feel you, it…it feels so empty now. I–I,”

“It’s okay,” he presses his lips against the top of your head. “I won’t leave, don’t worry,”

Before you can answer Javi scoops you off of the floor, while he takes a seat on the couch, he parts your legs and nudges his softening cock between your folds. Your eyes roll back when you feel him take his rightful place inside of you, this time he slides in with ease, your insides still wet from your slick and his cum. A smile graces your lips as you feel his cock starting to harden again.

“How about we watch the rest of the movie like this? Does this make you feel better?”

You nod, feeling a bit light-headed.

“Yes, much better. Thank you, love,”

“Of course,”

Javi unpauses the movie, the nostalgia of the animation soothing you like a security blanket. With a hum, you relax into him, back flushed against his, still, clothed chest.

The way that his cock is buried inside of you feels like the most natural thing in the world and makes your heart swell up with emotion. Tilting your head, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and shift your gaze back to the movie. Javi chuckles as he places his chin over your shoulder, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

Movie nights with Javi are certainly the best.

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