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Slow - A Javi Gutierrez One Shot

'Slow, slow. Slow as you can go. So I can feel all I want to know. Slow, slow. I go with your flow. Let the world keep it's carnival pace. I'd prefer to look into your beautiful face...' - Slow, Depeche Mode

Summary: Javi just wants to take it slow. Really slow. Because, that's how he likes it.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. However, Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 3.4k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️ “It's the emergence, of.”

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Explicit: Established relationship/unprotected PIV (wrap up, folks!)/oral M & F receiving/lots of sensuality/multiple orgasms/making love/Javi completely loving on you, and being completely in love with you... 🫠

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me, and I share with you. If this story isn't to your taste, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by my result of this tag game and therefore I had to write it... first time writing for gorgeous Javi G too! 😍 There's lots of Javi & Reader conversing in Spanish so I've provided translations as you go.

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His fascination with your mouth borders on an unbridled obsession.

It’s the curve of your lips, a subtle intoxicating lilt that holds him captivated in your thrall. You have him bewitched.

In the quiet moments of the pleasant fracas swirling around him, he finds himself entranced by the way your mouth quirks into a beaming smile, a sight that could brighten even the dullest day to fall out of the sky onto his head of silken curls.

In the sultry Mallorcan night, the heat hangs in the air like a velvet cocoon. The villa, perched on the cliffs overlooking the coastline, catches the sea breeze that carries with it the intoxicating scent of salt and blooming bougainvillaea.

The moon, a radiant slither of its full naked orb, casts a silvery glow on the Mediterranean waters, turning the waves into a ripple of shimmering diamond refractions.

The night air is filled with the chorus of chattering cicadas, their rhythmic hum a soundtrack to the nocturnal symphonies of the night.

From the cliffs, the lights of coastal towns twinkle in the distance, creating a mesmerising panorama against the dark canvas of the night sky.

The event bears the imprint of both newly conceived business connections and broader social interactions. Laughter echoes against the backdrop of the sea, mingling with the distant sounds of the waves crashing against the cliffs on which the luxurious villa, you and Javi call home, rests on.

But Javi’s interest tonight is piqued on something other than the façade of the glitz that comes with the party uniting his independent business venture away from a life shadowed by once secretly organised crime.

Shunning his duties as an amiable host this evening, he’s distracted by you and your lips.

He loves the way your glazed lips feel on the pads of his fingertips; a soft and tender invitation to place gentle smooches on them that speaks the volumes of your love for him without uttering a single word.

The thought of your shared, deep kisses linger in his mind like a sweet aftertaste; a memory he can savour throughout the minutes of separation from you by his side.

He misses the cadence of your voice already as he sees your mouth converse with his new associates.

Whether you whisper sweet, riled nothings in the height of hedonistic delirium in his ear, or share heartfelt sentiments doing mundane things, each syllable carries the warmth of your unwavering connection.

Javi’s fixation on your mouth is raw and primal, an intense craving that runs deeper than words. The way your lips move, whether in a smirk or a pouted smile, stirs a want, a need, within him.

It’s as if your mouth holds a magnetic pull, daring him to explore its depths with a hunger that borders on illicit infatuation.

He thinks about how they... suck.

In the heat of passion, he revels in the brand of your lips, each kiss leaving a mark on his senses and skin alike where the lines blur between careful restraint and reckless abandon.

It’s a visceral experience, one that leaves him yearning for more, addicted to the electrifying sensation of your mouths colliding frantically.

Sipping on cool champagne from across the soiree, Javi watches you with a silent appreciation and a growing warmth traversing his bloodstream, gathering at the end of his painfully hardening cock.

The soft glow of the outdoor lights play on your soft features, and every movement seems to be in some unspoken, yet choreographed, harmony with the effervescent bubbles twirling in his glass.

His coffee bean eyes are fixated on you within the balmy shadows, and as you speak with those around you, he can't help but be mesmerised by the way your mouth moves.

He marvels at the way your laughter spills from your lips like the finest vintage wine, filling him up with a contagious yet unquenchable thirst; a storm in his head that only settles when you’re near.

He looks at you, a dissected hunger spilling out over his features. He’s known obsession before, but not like this.

This burns, this desire leaves him on his knees, begging at the altar of you for more; the focal point in the gallery of his yearning, to taste those lips and let them roam unbidden across his body once more.

In the midst of the vibrant party, he finds himself helplessly ensnared by the conspiring allure of you. Your laughter echoes through him like a haunting melody, drawing his gaze as you effortlessly charm those around you into willful subjugation.

His chest swells with pride, knowing that you’re the one who holds the spotlight in his once complicated life. You’re the one he can be unabashed and silly with.

That yours is the pair of lips he can enjoy as they wrap so delectably around his cock.

Javi holds in an audible groan at the memory of you doing just that, only hours ago.

Leaving the home of his arms to ready yourself for the party, he'd watched you. An arm behind his head, splayed naked on the bed, engrossed as you ran the velvety lipstick over your lips in the mirror.

You watched, just as enraptured as he, through the glass reflection as he fucked his fist languidly whilst you did it.

You blotted your lipstick on his lower hip, a kiss print tattoo staining his skin that only you both know is there.

Now, as you move through the crowd, a magnetic force tugs at his attention. The gentle swish of the silk of your flaxen dress reveals a slip of thigh skin to tantalise him further.

The way your eyes sparkle at him with excitement - each detail of your smile etches into his consciousness, carves deep into the steeple of his bones.

In the throes of the party, he feels like a mere spectator witnessing the enchanting performance of the woman he calls his amor.

As your eyes meet across the crowded space, a spark ignites creating an electric current that surges between you both. You feel it immediately whenever he looks at you like this, that bolt down your spine brandishing molten and hot into your core.

How his dark eyes drink you in over the tip of his champagne glass; a contained predator under the guise of a hapless romantic, sizing up his prey.

How he wanders over your body with an unapologetic, insatiable smirk, leaving a slew of prickles to flood all over it; nipples tightening under the flimsy silk for all to see, but only for him to taste.

You both know what he does to you. What you do to each other, even without physical touch. He knows how wet you are for him under that dress right now.

You know how hard he his inside of his pants right now.

Amidst the party's chaos, your mutual pining silence becomes loud; gazes locked with an intensity that screams of a shared hunger for one another. A flutter in his chest, a quickened pulse throbbing between your legs; the visceral responses to the tether that pulls tight between you ready to snap.

You lick your lips, the subtle swipe of your wet tongue over the scarlet of them, and it breaks all of his composure in an instant.

Glass discarded blindly on the table behind him, Javi makes his way towards you.

In whispered conversations beneath the shimmering string lights, your entwined arms and words carry the weight of acute longing - a pace of deliberately denied pleasure.

“See something you like, Javi?” You smile into the graze of his softly bearded cheek and plant a delicate kiss on it.

"Mi amor," he whispers, his voice a soft serenade. "Estás radiante esta noche, más hermosa que nunca." (My love, you are radiant tonight, more beautiful than ever.)

He presses his forehead against yours, soft silken curls spilling down his temples.

“You look so good in this colour.” His fingers brush down the front of your dress, leaving devastation in their wake.

You smile into him sweetly, at the compliment he adorns you with. It’s worth more than any gold he's wrapped around your finger.

Your digits slide up and down the expensive lapels of his shimmery suit jacket. A colour like the depths of a lush forest after a gentle rain that serves to enhance the tan on his face, and he’s never looked more beautiful.

You clutch him closer, breathing him in; a blend of aromatic lavender, spicy cardamom and a burst of citrus bergamot blends on his skin as you run your nose behind his ear.

His hands find a home snug around your lower back, stroking the bare skin there your dress dares to reveal, and gently crushing you closer against him.

It’s a relentless pursuit, an unending loop of wanting more - more of your laughter to gorge upon, more of your warmth, more of the intoxicating essence that is uniquely you.

More of those lips as they draw near and he can feel your warm breath from them ghosting upon his mouth.

Leaning in, he grazes them against his own and asks in a low, intimate tone, "¿Podemos escaparnos por un momento, mi amor?" (Can we slip away for a moment, my love?)

The words carry a sense of biting urgency and crackles with something more than a whispered clandestine secret to escape the decadent banality around you.

As if caught in the trance of a feverish reverie, the party seems to melt away, replaced by the dreamscape of your bedroom where time moves differently and the heat of the Spanish climate sticks to your skin further, despite the open doors on the balcony.

The linen curtains billow in the breeze welcoming you both in. The flickering lights from the party below cast ethereal shadows in the bedroom, and the muted sounds of the revellers become a distant melody as Javi finally attaches himself to your succulent lips, stumbling in the doorway with you.

In this fever dream, desire is palpable, a desecration of any innocence as he pushes the door shut behind him with the sole of his Gucci loafer, and he’s above your body on the kingdom of your shared bed, those cascading chocolate waves falling into your face.

The siren of the night calls, a constant craving, an ache that only subsides when you’re entangled in each other's arms. And yet it still feels as though it'll never be absolved.

He draws his fingertips around the circumference of your silk covered nipples, then up to your lips. He watches in awe as you kiss each of them, your tongue daring to lick around them, sucking them into your mouth.

"Your mouth,” Javi murmurs, the intensity of his gaze fixated on the wet, pink tongue sliding between the webbing of his fingers.

He feels you cup him over his pants, the prominent ache becoming unbearable as you squeeze gently.

"Quisiera tomárnoslo con calma esta noche." (I want us to take it slow tonight.)

“Javi…” You groan in protest as he runs his wet fingers over your crown and presses himself against you, making you feel the hardness of him at your centre.

"Lento... realmente lento, mi amor. Quiero tomarme mi dulce tiempo contigo." (Slow... really slow, my love. I want to take my sweet time with you.)

“Javi, por favor…” You whine, trying to grind against him. (Javi, please…)

“Quiero explorarte a fondo... hacerte anhelar que esto dure para siempre.” (I want to explore you thoroughly... make you long for this to last forever.)

Sucked into the plush oasis of his mouth, tongue swiping tantalising tracks across your lips, your fingers rake into his curls as you tug. A gritty whine of longing claws its way from deep within him; a raw and primal sound that conjoins the ache in his chest and the incessant throbbing in his cock.

It’s a guttural utterance, a manifestation of the unspoken cravings that sear red hot through his veins.

"Entrégame todo tu amor, Javi.” (Give me all of your love, Javi.) You gasp as you come up for air.

You push his jacket from his broad shoulders, fingers prying at buttons down the linen shirt to get to the prize of golden skin underneath. The hem of your pale honey silk is pushed up to your waist as his fingers stroke over your thighs.

A slew of kisses make steamed tracks on your collarbone, a hungry mouth trailing over your bare breasts as he releases them. Hard nipples are sucked into warm, wet flesh as you whine and gasp.

He buries himself between your thighs, lips sucking, tongue fucking into you gently, as you twist your fingers into his scalp and pant for more.

“Javi!”

He hears you lament his name over and over, lost in the depths of the pleasure from his mouth. He offers you a tether, fingers slipped into your cunt and mouth alike as he looks up at you, tongue running around your pulsing clit.

The bedroom fills with sunlight in the ripe darkness of the night - you glow for him, as bright as your dress, brighter than the sun.

He watches you come as he licks and sucks you through it; fingers pushing into your craving orifices deeper, coated in saliva and slick.

Javi discards his pants, kiss print still visible from your lips. Crawling up your body gloriously naked, sculpted in the arms and shoulders, you welcome him in with open, adoring arms and legs.

Those first few strokes, when he enters you, feels like the first time all over again. Like he’s died and been reborn anew. Put back together again, sewn up with glittered strings.

He slows right down, dragging his thick cock almost all the way out, before pushing back in slower than before.

You groan, low and lingering, entombed in your wanting. Feeling every hilt and swollen ridge of him.

“You feel me like this, mi amor?” His nose nuzzles at your neck, lips pressing kisses into the column of your throat. “¿Tienes idea de lo jodidamente hermosa que estás en este momento?" (Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are right now?)

His fingers slip down your stomach, circling over your clit as you whine for more.

He stops only to kiss you, losing himself in the richness of your taste; his cock plunged in deep and feeling you clench and rib around him.

“Slow,” Javi whispers.

“Slow,” you whisper back.

He glances down between your bodies to keenly observe the root of your connection; watching the way he disappears fully into you, hips crushed against yours.

Watching the way you gnaw and bite on your bottom lip that he just has to have. Taking it between his teeth, he sucks it, sweet nips, tongue sliding into your mouth to gorge on you further.

The grind is deep, a languid pendulum of his hips back and forth. You grasp at his fingers, entwining them as he pulls you out of yourself.

Slow, unhurried strokes so you feel it all; lingering in the pooling light of your orgasms, never letting them diminish, always keeping you out of the dark.

Kisses click down your jaw, soft grazes of his facial hair feels like chiffon against your skin. Hands stroking, squeezing, full of you as he fills you full of his hard, thick love.

Soon your mouth craves the taste of him and you take him; lips clamped around his length as you suck him down into the back of your throat, tasting your sweet slick that coats him.

Nose pressed against the soft, downy hairs at the base of him, and his fingers curl around tendrils of your hair as you suck.

Javi gulps, a gasp strangled in his throat somewhere cracking out of him as he watches you annihilate him with those lips.

He pulls your face up to him, kissing you so desperately and tasting his own salt on them. He feels you circling, with just the tip of your forefinger and thumb, trailing delicately up his shaft and to the head that’s warm and glistening.

You rub your thumb over that tiny oozing slit and feel him twitch and buckle as he groans - that deep, guttural sound when a man finds his pleasure.

"Soy completamente tuyo." (I am all yours.) He rasps, losing everything he is in an instant with a simple flick of your tongue.

You kiss and mouth over his cock gently, trailing the swollen, wet head over your lips as though re-applying your favourite lipstick.

He grunts, neck craned with his head watching and relishing that moment to come when you’ll slip him into your throat again.

"Oh si, si, si..." he hisses encouragingly. Little breaths of "fuck... fuck... fuck..." puff out of him on ragged whispers as he watches your hungry lips devouring him slowly.

As slow as you can go.

You climb up him as he sits upright; broad, muscular arms straining with the weight of him.

“Necesito de ti, Javi.” (I need you, Javi.) You shudder.

You sink down on him without hesitation, gasping with a tremor as he fills you up.

“Slow,” he whispers.

“Slow,” you whisper back.

A gentle swivel and flex of your hips, back shining with sweat as you rock into that sweet, heady rhythm of how he likes it, how he wants this to last.

He steers you down onto him, feeling you shake down his length as he fills you up slowly, deliberately to make you feel him.

He places his palm flat on your lower tummy increasing the pressure as you arch back and you can feel the delicious weight of it as he furrows deep inside of you.

A few strokes of your clit with his thumb and you're falling apart.

“Ah si, Javi…” You wail.

He licks into your mouth as you cry out for him, tasting those lips once more. Sucking on the bottom as he gives you all of him.

He runs his nose across your throat and it makes him shudder in that way he does when he inhales your scent into his bloodstream. When he shifts his body weight slightly, you can feel exactly what it does to him as he hits your spot and you rile his name.

Outside, muted star trails smear across the night’s sky above the ocean. In here, in the sheets with Javi, it’s all slowed down to heavy panting breaths, touches that linger and sear into the layers of your skin as they crisp and unfurl.

Burning you up from the inside. Teeth bite into your tongue to mute the crescendoing whines and moans.

He whispers sweetly comforting spiels in your ear as he's deeper right now than he’s ever been. Buried to the absolute hilt inside of you, and the slightest movement makes you gasp and clench and fist those sheets in heady defiance.

And yet he still keeps you grounded as he swells and stretches you out. Locked in a silent gasp, your mouth open, your hands slowly release their death grip on the sheets and he kisses your shoulder in a mark of respect and praise as you burst around him; stardust and diamond fragments filling the air as he inhales you in.

Javi moves slowly, backs out a little and you whine at the feel of less of him, but he's back inside you in a slow, deep glide, bringing you full of him again.

And again. And again.

He clamps his fingers around your nipples as you're on the cusp once more, knowing how much you love it.

“Mírame… Eres tan hermosa. (Look at me… You’re so beautiful.) How did I get so lucky?” He utters in spellbound disbelief.

You’re coming again; body clenching and shuddering, pussy squeezing around his cock, and each time he can barely hold on himself.

He pulls them out of you, one after another to bear witness to each one being born. The gentle weight of him on top of you, the softness of his warm, tanned skin, the scent of his cologne and the words he says sends you over the edge.

The only time Javi speeds up is when he draws closer to his own finish, pumping his hips into you as he whimpers and has his turn to shake in your arms.

Brow furrowing, dark eyes watery, he strains and gasps.

“Te amo muchísimo, nunca dejaré de amarte…” (I love you so much, I’ll never stop loving you...) He utters as you kill him.

"Nunca, nunca, nunca..." (Never, never, never...) You say smiling into his mouth. “Javi, come for me,” you groan.

“Si, mi vida…” he pants. “I’m coming for you… fuuuuuck!” He growls into your ear.

You come with him as he empties with a shudder, his forehead crushed into yours, fingers knotted in your scalp, your nails buried into his back skin.

He kisses you, the taste of salt and faded bubbles wash over your tongues.

He stays inside you, connected and drenched in seeping slick and spend as he kisses your lips - those lips that could make him leap off the cliffs to his death.

Those lips that are divine inspiration.

"¿Tenemos que volver a la fiesta?" (Do we have to go back to the party?) You ask dreamily as he kisses over your breasts and shoulders repeatedly, slowly.

"No, podemos quedarnos aquí, mi amor." (No, we can stay here, my darling.) He says into gluttonous mouthfuls of your skin. "Además, aún no he terminado de tomarme mi tiempo contigo..." (Besides, I haven't finished taking my time with you yet...)

You smile into his crown and he looks up at you; soft chocolate curls framing his buoyant face.

“Slow.” You say.

“Slow.” Javi agrees. “Así es como me gusta.” (That's how I like it.)

Thank you so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed going slow with Javi G. As always, I would love to hear your thoughts, and would always appreciate a re-blog if you enjoyed what you just read. 🖤

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rorja · 5 days

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synopsis. you, suguru, and a window left open— or, the soothing lullaby of springtime.

a/n. very much self-indulgent and probably with a lot of mistakes (be patient please, i’ll correct it first thing in the morning!) but i really needed to write a moment of peace after a troubling week…….. also, i’ve been very sick and this is my first attempt at writing after a long time so i apologize if it’s not that good TT — 🐣

it was comforting, watching the thin but sturdy branches of the plum tree stretching to the glittering dots adorning the sky. regulus's fiery mane moving delicately as the evening breeze's note echoed in the air. waking up every sleeping blossom, cradling in a motherly embrace each of its sons and daughters that were yet to be awakened.

spring. where your eyes landed you could spot significant signs of its long awaited arrival, from the night sky to the grass steadily growing inches in your neighborhood's garden. it made a smile bloom on your lips, the same way pink and whiteish buds littered every branch of the plum trees.

you traced the astronomical asterism one more time, drawing an imaginary line that connected the three luminous stars of the evenings to come. an invisible triangle that linked arcturus with spica, just to finish on the other side of the sky and meet with the last component of the brightly lit trio: regulus. many people (and internet. mostly internet) would argue with power points at hand and scientific theories that the white star of denebola was a better choice than regulus. more suited to close the imaginary triangle, resulting in a nearly equilateral one at the price of brightness.

but you didn't care. that place belonged to regulus because that is what you saw the first time you used a telescope. and no one could've made you change your mind, of that you were sure. stubborn just as much over something that wasn't even real but dear to you.

your chest danced slightly— a breathy chuckle finding its way out as you eventually lifted your growing aching arms from the windowsill.

(you know a person who would've found that stubborness of yours endearing.)

a yawn parted your lips and the door cracked open. it had been a long day— a long week even, for both of you of course. but this time around it had been particularly rough for suguru. he was the one to come home with an aching back and tired limbs, though it was not that hard to see how fatigue latched on his body. a voracious snake that found a comfortable nest in between his chest, refusing to leave him alone.

it was the main reason as to why dinner was made a little earlier today and the dishes were left on the counter to dry for the night. you will put them back in the respective cupboard tomorrow as the first thing in the morning. for tonight, you decided to prioritize your rest.

it was also the reason why suguru took a longer-than-usual shower and got out of it only now. the noticeable difference in his shoulders made relief bloom in your chest— no more slumped, or a tad bit droopy but instead relieved, back to their natural stance as if the weight holding them down had been lifted. a minuscule change that probably would have gone unnoticed by others.

he walked toward the bed, phone steady in one hand while typing an answer to satoru and ieiri. it was easy to tell who suguru was writing to. you noticed overtime that when he texted the two of them he wiggled his nose a lot and (if gojo ended up saying something stupid or sending weird memes) his frown lines became more wrinkled, like a child trying to comprehend the meaning of a new word. it was adorable.

you followed his steps, raising the duvets and moving away the excessive amount of pillows on your side of the bed. suguru did the same on his own half.

"satoru giving you a hard time?" a breathy chuckle. he didn't answer, simply shaking his head in resignation and placing the phone on his bedside table before collapsing on the bed with a content exhale. you took that as a sign to join him.

"just satoru being satoru," you didn't fail to notice how his eyes softened when looking at you, "i think yuji should stop teaching him about internet slangs. he's been doing the deez nuts thing for two weeks already"

though there were traces of hopelessness heavily lingering on his words, you couldn't help but notice something else— something that you recognized immediately after as fondness. a familiar feeling that he reserved only for the few people he truly cared about. you didn't even try to stop the laughter bubbling in your chest.

(suguru watched as your eyes crinkled in amusement. the sound of your laughter lulling him to further relieve- soothing away every stubborn trace of stress still sitting heavy in his bones.

spring waltzed from the opened window, attracted by your presence. he couldn't blame it; you were the spring he eagerly looked forward to seeing each day.)

when your laugh eventually dimmed, his phone lightened up with new messages to read. suguru retrieved it and you did the same with yours, wordlessly shifting in a comfortable lull and a familiar embrace. a satisfied hum broke momentarily the blanket of silence falling on the room when you felt his free arm around your shoulders. fingers playing absentmindedly with the strands of your hair, messily splayed on the pillow.

you nuzzled closer to his chest, your cheek now resting on the thin fabric of his white shirt he had been recently using to sleep with. phone clasped in one of your hands while you scrolled mindlessly through the feed of your favorite social media.

and it's gentle. serene. a moment of shared complicity that carried the veiled scent of blossoming flowers and stardust. a needed addition to the relationship that brought somehow a welcomed sense of mundanity.

when suguru eventually fell asleep first, his chin resting on top of your head, you didn't have it in yourself to get up and close the window. too pleasant, too cozy to even entertain the thought of leaving it for a few seconds. you will close it tomorrow, first thing in the morning. as of tonight, you'll let yourself be cradled by the sweet lullaby happening outside that very same window.

(suguru's arms never felt so much like home before.)

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mirasantidotes · 1 year

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 1

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Read chapter 2 here

Summary: You meet Javi at your local library and notice he's reading your favorite book. You two hit it off and spend your day together, just talking and getting to know each other before you spend the night at his house on accident.

Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Content Warnings: very ooc!javi, shy!javi, sunshine!reader, reader has wavy hair, reader lives in spain, very fluffy, reader's love language is touch, implied slight age gap (reader is in their 30s), can be read platonically or romantically, a LOT of blushing (a little too much), reader goes to college later in life, HUGE bookworm!reader, no use of y/n. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Thank you for your notes and compliments on Dance With Me; it means a lot! Also, just send an ask/comment and tell me if you'd like a part 2 to this, I had a lot of fun writing it, and I have a few ideas already for a part 2. If you have any other ideas for fanfics, my asks are open for requests! I hope you all enjoy this; it took me forever to get done, and I had an insanely hard time coming up with how I wanted this fic to turn out. The struggle was totally worth it though; this is probably one of my favorite fics I've written!

All of my posts with an * in the title contain smut, or mentions of it. Minors DNI.

(Divider by saradika)

Living in Spain has been one of your biggest dreams, and you finally moved here for college abroad to work on your infuriating art major, even though you feel like you’re a little old for college now that you’re in your 30s. You’re an underground artist, and you’re just itching to get your work out there to be noticed by the public. You’re an absolute ball of sunshine, and to be fair, you’re the most energetic and outgoing person you know, but, you don’t really know too many people in Spain yet, but that’s beside the point. You really are energetic, though— almost too much. There is one thing that you’re always excited about though, no matter what— reading. Finding new books to binge-read in one sitting is always one of your favorite activities when you have free time. The library cashier is extremely tired of you coming in every week.

Javi Gutierrez, on the other hand, is the polar opposite of you. He’s a shy, new up-and-coming actor who doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life after the success of his first movie. Though fame is finding him well, much more than anticipated, he doesn’t particularly want to make another movie quite yet, now that his co-star, Nic Cage, has left Spain. Even with his newfound fame, he still enjoys going out and doing activities he enjoys, which mainly include going to the local library. He prefers reading in a library than in his own house, alone. He likes the atmosphere the library gives him, but most of all, he loves tucking himself away strategically in the corner of the library window, so he can look out and see the bustling streets of people living their everyday lives.

On a Friday afternoon, you have some free time to yourself, and you, of course, decide to head to your local library. You never go on Fridays— your typical day off is Sunday, but today was different; today was a professor work day at your college, so you had no classes or any assignments to complete, meaning you could spend your whole day reading. You walk into the library happily, as always. The smell of the ink bled into the pages of hundreds of books filled your lungs— a scent you thoroughly enjoyed. You finally pick out a new book that you’ve been eyeing, having heard good things about it online and from the people in your college.

Even though you got what you came for, you couldn’t walk into a library and buy just one book— no, you had to buy at least 5 every time you came in. After picking out your books, you waltz to the cashier, who already appeared annoyed at you being there. A strict, slightly older woman— always had an attitude, but that didn’t let you stop being your energetic, bubbly self to her. “You know, you still need to return the other 10 books, right?” she says, sternness filling her tone.

“Yeah, yeah! I know; I’ll bring them all back next time I come!” you say, smiling widely, setting the books down on the counter. The woman simply rolls her eyes at your response, knowing you’d be back in a few days and she’d have to deal with you again. After she scans the books, the woman tells you, “Your total is going to be €15.75.” €15.75… you think. You only brought €15— you sigh in response; the woman before you, never having heard that sound come out of you, and looked at you like you had 3 heads planted firmly upon your shoulders. You searched your pockets and purse but had no change.

“It’s just 75 cents. Can’t you let it pass this once?” You plead but to no avail. The woman shakes her head harshly, muttering something about ‘library rules,’ but you were too disappointed by her head shake to take care of what she said. You sigh once more— looking around the library; surely somebody would be willing to give you a dollar, right? Right?

You feel increasingly upset the longer you look through the library aisles for someone to ask until your eyes finally land on a gentleman wearing a mustard-colored shirt full of wrinkles. He was sitting in a corner, away from everything, with his legs planted on a footrest and his face hiding behind a book. You hold your finger up to the cashier, signaling for her to wait as she sighs in response. You walk up to the man, “Hey! I hate to ask you this, but I was just checking out, and I’m 75 cents short. Do you mind? It’s okay if not—” you say quickly, trying not to seem too over the top.

The man lowers his book, and a shy pink rose upon his cheeks while nodding slowly. “Um yeah, sure,” he whispers, almost inaudible, as he shifts himself in his seat and reaches into his jeans pocket for some change. He pulls a €5 bill from his pockets and raises his hand for you to take it before settling back into his seat.

You take the bill from between his fingers, grinning brightly— “Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver,” you say, full of enthusiasm. A soft smile washes over the man’s face before nodding, his cheeks still showing a light rose color. You turn on your heel and rush back to the cashier, proudly waving your money in the air. After checking out, the cashier hands you your change, and you grab your books. Before you leave, you turn back and walk toward the man again. He seemed to have heard you coming and had lowered his book just enough to see you already standing there. “Hey again, thank you for lending me some money. Here’s the change!” you say, holding the money out to him, close enough for him to reach it. The man lowers his book into his lap, smiling softly, takes the money from your grasp, and messily pushes the money back into his jeans.

You finally catch a glimpse of the man's entire face, his curly brown hair complimenting his tanned skin and the patchy stubble on his face. You grow curious and look into the man’s lap to see what book he’s reading— and to your surprise, it’s your favorite book ever. “Oh my God,” you exclaim, a little too loud for a library, startling the man slightly and causing him to look at you. After adjusting your tone accordingly, you continue— “that’s my favorite book!”

His face lights up brightly, “Really? That’s awesome,” he enthuses, yelling in a whisper. Just for a moment, he’s brought out of his shy state. He adjusts his position again, sitting forward in his seat and removing his feet from the footrest. “I’ve loved this book since it came out,” he continues, “I’ve never met anyone else who likes it.”

“Yeah, all the books from this author are really good! I especially love this one, though,” you finish, smiling as you sit on the footrest in front of the man, hugging your new books to your chest. The man, shy once more, becomes flustered until “Hey, I was thinking of going to the coffee shop down the street. Do you wanna come with?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

The man’s eyes widened, with even more heat rising into his cheeks— another thing they had in common; coffee. “Yeah, of course,” he enthuses, breaking eye contact just enough to stand up out of his seat while grabbing his bag and placing his book inside of it, “I love that place!” he finishes as he puts the bag messily around his shoulder, looking back at you. He looks down at the books you’re holding in your arms, and as you stand up, he asks, “Do you wanna put your books in my bag? So you don’t have to hold them—” he says softly.

“Yeah, sure! Just don’t steal them for yourself,” you joke, making yourself chuckle before handing him your books. The man blushes at your words, taking the books from your hands and placing them all inside his bag. The two of you walk out of the library, and you wave to the cashier as you leave; she, of course, didn’t wave back. As the two of you walk towards the coffee shop, you get lost in conversation about your favorite books. The walk was the same distance it always was, but with the man walking with you, it felt a lot shorter than usual.

Just as you reach the shop, you stop suddenly. You hadn’t asked the man his name, nor had he asked you. “I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” you say, turning to him, smiling nervously.

“Javi,” he says, his rich, deep voice rings through your ears. A soft laugh escapes your mouth, full of nervousness as you tell the man your name, him joining your chuckles soon after. The two of you sit at one of the tables placed by a window.

The two of you gush over your newfound subjects in common— a not-so-known favorite author and coffee. What could be better? The two of you spend well over an hour hogging up the coffee table, just getting to know each other, until a worker comes and tells you that you have to leave if you aren’t going to buy anything else. The two of you are already so strung out on coffee you both know either of you doesn’t need any more in your system. “Hey, do you wanna come over to my house for a little bit?” Javi asks, “You don’t have to, obviously; I know we just met and—”

You spring your head up at his words; you’ve been having a lot of fun talking to Javi so far; what could it hurt? “Of course!” you interrupt his concerned rambling. He simply smiles in return, picking up the bag under his seat as he stands up. The two of you walk to the door of the coffee shop, “I walked here from my house, so it’s a bit of a walk—” he says, as he opens the door for you to walk out, “I hope that’s okay,” he finishes as he walks out behind you, closing the door.

“Yeah, that’s alright!” you say excitedly as the two of you start walking toward’s Javi’s house. Obviously, you don’t go to random people’s houses like this, but Javi felt— different. He felt trustworthy, considerate, and loving. You’re brought out of your thoughts while on the way there as you spot a flower field to the left of you. You stop walking to look at the view for a moment, Javi noticing almost immediately. He turns back to face you, a slight smile planted on your face. You’ve never been to this area of Spain before, and already, it’s so much more beautiful than where you currently dwell.

Javi looks for a moment at your wavy hair, lightly being blown in the sunset’s wind, the sun glowing brightly in the backdrop of you, lighting illuminating your features. As he realizes he’s been staring, he clears his throat and fixes his shirt before stepping toward you. Just as he reaches your side, you look at him. “It’s beautiful,” you declare, still looking at the field. Javi looks at you and nods, “Yeah, it is.” before turning his head to look where your eyes were fixated. Suddenly, you interlink your arm with his, tugging at him to follow you into the field. “Come on, let’s pick some flowers,” you say, excitement filling your body, with a slight red washing across your face as you unlink your arm, running your hand down to hold his, as you turn around to face him while walking backward as laughter fills the air. Javi blushes at the sight of you for what seems like the millionth time today— as you two reach relatively far from the path you were previously walking, you let go of Javi’s hand, your body missing his touch.

You bend down near a patch of red carnations, picking a flower and lifting it to your nose, smelling the sweet yet subtle clove-like scent and letting it fill your body, making you feel warm inside. You stand back up and turn around to see Javi standing behind you, hands in his pockets with the corners of his lips upturned softly, causing gentle wrinkles to form around his dark-colored eyes. You walk up to him and place the flower behind his ear, letting his soft curls hug around the stem to hold it in place— light pink creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks once more.

You giggle at his face, full of awe— you break your gaze from his kind face enough to look up into the sky, causing Javi to do the same. You notice it’s getting late, and just as you’re about to say you should get going to Javi’s house, he speaks, “It’s getting late; we should hurry before it gets too dark,” his deep voice with his rich accent echoing through your ears as if honey had a sound— making your cheeks flush.

You simply nod in agreement while holding your hand out for him to take it. He has to look back between your hand and your face a few times before finally taking it in his own, making a few soft chuckles escape your mouth, causing him to do so too. After about 20 minutes of walking, the bright orange rays shining behind you slowly disappear until finally reaching it’s end, and the lightness of the moon begins peeking out from the horizon. The two of you reach Javi’s home, and God— was it beautiful. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt slightly jealous while walking into his pristine villa home when you’re reminded of your small college dorm.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asks, breaking the non-awkward silence the two of you had throughout your walk.

“Sure! Water’s fine,” you reply happily, looking at all of the knick-knacks Javi had littered throughout his home. Javi returns with your water in hand, nearly running to get back to you.

After handing it to you, he speaks up, “Do you wanna go sit on the couch— or?” he says, his voice laced with a sort of sweetness that makes your body tingle. You nod in response, taking a sip from your water. Javi guides you to his living room; the large room before you opens up as he turns on moody, orange lights that remind you of the sunset you saw a mere hour ago. It feels homey— welcoming, and warm. Something you don’t experience at your own college house. Javi walks over to the couch, covered in soft blankets and a few pillows, and kicks his feet up on the coffee table. You follow closely behind, sitting close to him, your knees almost brushing against each other as you sink into your seat.

Javi hums as if he’s forgotten something essential and stands up without saying anything. He disappears into the other room, leaving you there. After a few moments, he returns— an old worn book in his hands. “This is one of my favorite books,” he says, sitting back down next to you, “I want you to read it,” he finishes softly, looking at you while motioning for you to take it. You oblige— surprisingly, it’s a book you’ve never read, so of course, you’d be willing. You open the book to the first page, glancing at it, then turning over a few pages before running your fingers through each and every page, noticing messily written notes and scribbles written out into the worn margins. You absolutely adore annotated books, and it’s one of your favorite pastimes, besides actually reading the book in the first place.

You let a few chuckles escape your mouth as you look up to see Javi’s relieved expression grow on his face after your silence. You reach over to hug him quickly, causing him to laugh too, his hand resting on your upper back. You pull away, returning your attention to the book, positioning yourself cross-legged before him, sinking into your seat even more. “Can I read it now?” you ask, smiling, still not looking at him but skimming the first page's notes.

“Of course,” he says simply, smiling. You start reading immediately— resting your head on the side of the couch. You point out a few rather silly remarks he’s written down on the first page, causing you both to giggle. You spend well over an hour just reading the pages of the book, occasionally engaging in a conversation about what you’re reading, Javi being just as fascinated with it as you are, if not more which makes you chuckle. After a while, a “Can I lay my head on your lap?” escapes your mouth, looking at Javi for consent. He nods as his face heats up, and you lay down, the book above your face, as you two still talk about the notes he’s made and the careless actions the main character makes in the book.

About halfway through the book, you hear Javi’s stomach grumble something mean, causing you to laugh. “You hungry?” you ask sarcastically, looking at him, letting a few more chuckles escape your mouth. You receive a nod as he joins in on your laughter, a slight tint of embarrassment hidden within as he hides his face behind his hands. You lift your head off his lap, setting the book down on the couch, not leaving the page you left off on. “You should eat,” you say softly.

“Yeah,” he pauses, thinking. “Do you want some cake? That’s what I’m going to have,” he finishes, looking over at you, eyes glistening in the light’s warm tones that fill the room.

You smile, “That sound’s perfect!” you say, nodding. He stands up, whispering a quiet ‘okay’ sound before disappearing into the other room once more before returning a few minutes later with two plates, each with red velvet cake and a napkin on each. You let out a small squeak at the sight, making your mouth water slightly at the richly flavored cake. As you two are eating, Javi finishes rather quickly, and you notice frosting on his face he doesn’t seem to notice. You pick up your napkin to wipe it off, his cheeks turning visibly red, as does yours, the both of you gigging.

Once you finish your cake, you set both plates down on the coffee table, along with the book, and lay your head back down on his lap. “Wanna watch some TV?” you ask, looking up at his face and into his eyes as he meets yours.

“Sure thing,” he says, nodding while looking down at your face before reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. After an hour of watching the show, you fall asleep, head still resting in his lap. He notices shortly after when he hears the soft snores that escape your mouth, which is slightly agape. He smiles at the sight, lowering his hand down to brush some of the hair out of your face. He feels your cold skin and grabs the blanket from behind you that was messily thrown over the couch’s back, and lays it over your body, causing you to stir slightly in your sleep. He lowers the volume of the TV so as to not wake you up.

Shortly after, he looks down at your sleeping state, whispering a light "Goodnight, hermosa (beautiful)," before he leans back onto the couch deeper, sighing contently, before falling asleep for the night, with you in a deep sleep on his lap.

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from grief to grace {javi g x reader drabble}

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Determined to work through your heartbreak, you end up spacing out until your boss comes to check on you.

Warnings: hurt and comfort, break up, heartbreak, asshole boyfriend, negative language, degrading language, disrespect, um idk if there's anything else?

A/N: written for @iamasaddie as part of their writing challenge 2.0! decided to go literal with the prompt of 'javi's blue jacket' and pick javi g since i've never written for him before. the genre i was given was hurt/comfort and the prompt was 'will you tell me about it?' i had so much fun with this even if i took an angstier route (apparently that's my thing lol)

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You were trying to concentrate on threading the needle, but your hands were trembling, and tears were brimming. Sighing, you set the needle’s pointed end back into the pin cushion atop the desk, beside the jacket you had been attempting to fix.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and you quickly picked up the notebook you had scribbled Javi’s measurements on, double checking them against the thin white lines you had drawn onto the fabric as you heard him enter the room.

“Okay, my apologies, that meeting ran a little longer. It was unexpected.” He clapped his hands together, seemingly done with that part of the day and more than willing to move onto the nest.

“Th-that’s okay, senior.” You tried to sound normal, but your heart sank when you realized it hadn’t been convincing enough.

“Is everything okay, you do not seem like yourself.” Javi’s cheerful tone had dampened, worry creeping into him as you could feel his eyes look you over completely as you sat frozen at your desk. No doubt taking in the way the jacket that was supposed to be ready for him to try on was sitting in front of you in pieces.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been too slow on this jacket, senior, please accept my apologies.”

“I am not worried about the jacket, I am worried about you. You’re crying, querida.” He intoned softly.

Quickly raising a hand to wipe at your cheeks, you were startled to discover that you were crying. The tears having fallen to the fabric you were supposed to be working on. Damp spots decorating the bright fabric. It was a mustard yellow, the color deeper where you tears had landed. You frantically tried to rub the wet spots off, patting at them with a tissue from the box near the edge of your desk.

“Oh shoot! No, no, no, I will fix it, I swear.”

“No need,” Javi strode further into the room, kneeling beside you to take your hands in his. They looked so small in his, the freckled tan of his feeling warm. “I worry for you, tell me what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, aware of a few errant tears flying away at the motion. You wanted to keep it inside, to not ruin the day or be the cry baby that vented to their sweet, understanding employer.

“I’m okay, I swear.” You wouldn’t look directly at him, knowing his wide brown eyes that glittered in the sunlight would make you spill the news far too quickly if you were to gaze into them. You always had a soft spot for him, for the way he was endlessly kind and wore his heart on his sleeve. Something that had been a thing to tease you over, from both your friends and your – well now ex – boyfriend.

“Will you tell me about it, querida, please? I will do my best to make it better, whatever it is.” He beseeched in that deep baritone he had, his hands squeezing yours reassuringly.

“My-my boyfriend, h-he broke up with me. He said he was embarrassed to tell his friends I was a seamstress.” You sputtered, the ache in your heart making the words flow from you to your boss. He was always so kind, so thoughtful. You hadn’t wanted to tamp down on his sunny and excitable demeanor today of all days. He was preparing to host a viewing festival, indie film makers from all over the world would be there and he had requested you to work overtime if you wanted to. You had taken him up on it, even in the wake of the breakup. You needed to save as much as you could to cover the down payment for a new place, your ex not too prideful to kick you out of the one in your name that he had moved into. “He ki-kicked me out of our apartment, I have nowhere to go.”

You felt a tug on your arms and you leaned into it, your bottom thudding on a plush pillow Javi had pulled from the nearby couch. He took you into his arms carefully, on the watch for any signs that this was not the way to go about this. But you went willingly, your arms going around his neck and your cheek going to his chest. You breathed in deeply, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor. Why don’t you let me cook for you or take you out to a lovely dinner, mi amor. To help get your mind off of things. You can stay here in the meantime, there are countless rooms here for you to have.” His voice vibrated through you, comforting in how it caressing your ears at the same time. You could only nod, not trusting your voice to be more than a warble of nonsensible words. You tightened your on hold on him, feeling safe for the first time all week.

The next morning you woke naturally, the sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains over the windows. You had opted to stay in, too nervous to be out in public lest you run into your ex. Javi had understood completely, whisking you toward the kitchen after he had dried you tears. Glasses of wine were shared over the course of making dinner and during. Two led to three led to four and you found yourself slow dancing with the graceful man in the kitchen once you had finished. The soft sounds of the distant ocean paired with the oldies flowing low from the radio too tempting. He whispered how he would never treat you in such a bad way, how he would always take care of you, make sure you were happy and healthy.

When he offered you a room again, you had been emboldened by the wine and casual touches. It urged you to lean up close to him, hands still around his neck from dancing to ask if his room was available. He had answered you with a deep kiss, his hands wide on your back as he licked into your mouth. He had assured you he was a man of honor before offering you a pair of pajamas and settled into his plush bed beside you. He hadn’t done anything more than tangle his fingers with your underneath the covers before you both drifted off to sleep.

Smiling to yourself, you stretched out. A moan bubbling up as you felt a few kinks work themselves out in your back. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, the sound so dirty in the warm bedroom. But when you looked over to the other side, you were the only one in the bed. Your eyes flashed to the pop of neon color on the bedside table.

There was a post it note atop the alarm clock, blocking the display of numbers from view. Javi’s script penned in ink, a message for you.

‘Mi amor, I had to leave early but did not want to wake you.

Please join me for the festival if you’re feeling up to it. Just ask my assistant for a VIP pass.

I will bring home something for dinner. I hope you got some rest last night, please take it easy today.

Yours, Javi’

You liked the sound of that. Home.

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merz-8 · 1 month

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Painting the Mallorca cliffs with Javi 🩷

A/N: I made a little moodboard for @beefrobeefcal 's prompt 🩷 I love Javi G and his golden retriever energy 🩷

#javier gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javier gutierrez #javi g x reader #javi gutierrez #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #javier gutierrez fluff #tuwomt #the unbearable weight of massive talent

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rocketrhap3000 · 2 years

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snowed in, lights out

requested: hi Rae! I just saw that you’d write for Pedro possibly, so I just though i’d give this idea, if you feel like writing it :) so i am terrified of the dark even though I am 24 years old lmfao, but what do you think Pedro would do if he found out and like reader was super embarrassed about it haha? thanks in advance! sending love <3

warnings: age gap relationship (not specified other than 15+ years), making out, mentions of steamy times, snowstorm, reader has a fear of the dark, i think that’s all?

no beta/loosely proofread so please excuse errors!

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“Seems like it’s really comin’ down out there,” Pedro speaks up, causing you to focus your attention out the kitchen window, watching as massive snowflakes fall from the sky from your spot - seated on the kitchen counter with your legs dangling over the edge.

After the two of you finished up the dinner that he had made, Pedro pulled out a mini - yet extremely fancy and mouth watering - dessert cake for the two of you to share.

“I saw snow in the forecast this morning, but I didn’t think it would become a blizzard,” you reply to him as he turns to face you, forking off a piece of the dessert and offering it up to your lips.

Smiling, you let him serve you, then he goes for a piece for himself.

When he’d invited you over for dinner, initially, you were nervous. Typically, when a guy invited you over ‘for dinner’, you found out that it meant they only wanted to hook up. But very early on in your still relatively new (just three months) relationship you realized that Pedro was definitely not like any other guy you’ve dated.

It’s not just his age, either; sure, he’s well over fifteen years older than you, but you’ve also met men his age that are as immature as the boys you dated in college. Pedro is just different. He’s caring and thoughtful, and the gentlest soul with the most chaotic, hilarious energy. He’s someone you can have actual, intellectual conversations with, and in the same hour, makes you feel like a love struck teenager all over again.

So when Pedro invited you over for dinner, yes, you were a tad nervous to spend such a romantic night with him - just the two of you at his cozy, yet fancy apartment. But only because he gives you the most insane swarms of butterflies, and not because you don’t trust him.

You know without a doubt that he’ll respect your boundaries and not try to pull anything over you, because he knows that you’re more modest when it come to being intimate. He always stops, without hesitation or question, when you let him know you want to slow down if things get heated. He’s never been anything but an absolute gentleman with you, and you know he respects you, just as you respect him.

“If it wasn’t already dark out, I’d challenge you to a snowball fight,” he says and winks playfully at you.

“I’d accept,” you smile back proudly. “And I’d win,” you then hum, stealing the fork from him to take another bite of the delicious cake.

“I’d let you win,” he clarifies as he rolls his eyes, taking the fork back from you, only to scrape off some of the whipped topping and tap it onto your nose.

“Pedro!” you giggle bashfully, swiping the sweet fluff off of your nose with your finger before quickly licking it off your finger.

“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t resist,” Pedro laughs heartily, blushing a deep pink as he sets the fork on the platter and pushes it aside.

Before you know it, he’s stepping closer to you so that he can situate himself between your legs, splaying his large, warm palms just above your knees.

“You’re the worst,” you tease, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, nearly melting into his touch. He’s so warm and comforting, but also so handsome and extremely desirable.

“Mhm, I know,” he smirks, leaning in just enough so that your lips barely touch and you can almost taste the sweetness of the frosting on his breath as he rubs his nose against yours. “Tell me more.”

“The worst, Pascal,” you hum and giggle against his perfect, plush lips, closing your eyes as you let yourself fall into the moment he’s captured you in.

“Y tú eres tan hermosa,” he whispers back after separating his lips from yours for just a moment, gazing at you while his hands move to caress your face. Then, his lips travel down to your jaw. “You’re so… so beautiful,” he repeats in English between leaving a trail of feather-light kisses down your neck.

“Pedro,” you breathe, loving the way that sexy mustache and the patches of built up scruff feels against your soft skin.

You’re tempted to feel it somewhere else, too. But you and Pedro haven’t gone that far yet. You’re a little insecure because of your difference in ages and the lack of experience you have compared to him, and while he’s assured you that you have no reason to be worried, he’s also never pushed you past your comfort zone.

The most intimate it’s gotten between the two of you has been steamy make out sessions, and the time just last week when he assisted you in reaching your climax by shamelessly grinding over his muscular thigh. You were mortified when he’d found out you were needy for him in that way, but he quickly eased your mind with this activity. After that, you have a little more confidence with letting him know when you need him.

“What’s up, Cariño?” he taunts sweetly, the term of endearment he loves to use for you rolling off his lips like a sweet drop of honey.

His hands slide back down to the lower half of your body, resting them on your hips while his lips keep working over the space of your neck.

“Pedro, please,” you whine quietly, dizzy from the way his lips move on your skin and gripping his shoulders tightly as if to ground yourself.

“Please, what?” he only continues with a sly chuckle, sucking harshly on the spot that he knows makes you weak while sliding his hands up to sensually rub your back and your hands dive into his thick locks of salt and pepper curls.

But before you can give your answer, the quiet hum of dying electricity reaches your ears, and the room all around you goes dark, except for the minimal light from candles Pedro set out on the dining table for your dinner together.

“Wh—what?” you manage to gasp, sitting up straight and all of a sudden hyper aware of your surroundings.

“Uh oh,” Pedro chuckles as he pulls away from you reluctantly. “I bet the wind from the storm knocked the power out.”

“Is there anything we can do?” you ask, growing increasingly nervous.

It’s a childish fear of yours: the dark. But you just can’t seem to shake it. And even though you know you’re safe with Pedro, it’s just such a strong fear that you can’t help but feel anxious.

“Nope,” he sighs, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Gotta wait til the landlords figure it out, I guess.”

“Has this happened before?” you wonder, trying to hide the shake in your voice, not wanting to let him know that you’re scared.

“Once, I think. During a nasty thunderstorm a few summers back. But the power came back on in less than an hour. Hopefully it’s the same for tonight,” he smiles softly, reaching up to caress your face sweetly, unknowingly bringing you an amazing amount of comfort.

The glow from the flames just a few feet away illuminates the room just enough so that you can see his smiling face and his deep, velvet brown eyes. You swear you could get lost in them if he’d only let you.

“Good thing you’re a romantic sap,” you playfully push his shoulder, then glance over at the candles. He gives you a quizzical look before he realizes what you’re looking at. “Got any more?”

“You bet I do,” he chuckles, kisses your cheek, then grabs you at the hips to lift you off the counter and to your feet, leading you through the barely lit living room to the credenza against the far wall.

He pulls out an abundance of candles, both scented and unscented, and hands you a few before taking an armful for himself. Together, you scatter them all throughout the main living space of his apartment, and with each one you light, the room grows a little brighter.

Soon, the room is illuminated comfortably; brighter, but still dim enough to fit the romantic mood. Pedro seems to glow under the light of the dainty flames as he sets a record on the battery operated turntable. He turns it to a mellow volume: not so quiet that it can’t be heard but not loud enough to be anything other than background music. Then, he turns around to walk towards you with a smile and kisses your temple as he pulls you onto the couch beside him.

“Sorry about all this,” he sighs, turning to face you, and you shift to sit facing him, with your legs crossed and your back to the armrest of the couch.

“Don’t be sorry,” you hum, reaching up to lightly scratch his scruff. “You can’t control the weather. Besides, I kinda like this aesthetic. It’s quite romantic.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, searching your eyes for the same mellow desire he has for you.

He finds it.

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling heat rise to your cheeks under his intense stare, but decide you need to be closer to his solid, soft frame.

Without a second thought, you lunge forward, pressing your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself as you connect your lips to his, loving the way he feels and tastes. He lets you take control of the kiss for a moment; he lets you set the pace and lets you decide where things will go.

You opt for slow, languid, passionate kisses as opposed to frantic, desperate ones. His hands move to hold your waist and his thumbs slip under the bottom hem of your shirt, rubbing ever so softly against the skin of your hips. The gentle sensation sends butterflies to your stomach and dizziness settles in your head.

Finding another burst of confidence, you carefully push him backwards so that his head rests on one of the throw pillows at the opposite end of the couch, situating your body between his long, strong legs.

When you nibble on his bottom lip, he lets out a quiet murmur, which then turns into him humming along to the song that’s playing. His hands remain on your hips, holding you tight to him, and you love the way his solid body feels under yours.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, but you don’t even care. Lazily making out with Pedro could keep you content for the rest of your life, and it’s not until the two of you simultaneously break away for a breath of air - that isn’t each other’s - when you catch a glimpse of the watch on his wrist, that you realize just how much time has passed.

Almost instantly after seeing just how late it is, you let out a yawn and try to keep it discreet, but Pedro notices.

“You gettin’ tired?” he teases in a whisper, sharply angling his gaze downwards to see you lying on his chest.

“A little,” you admit with a shallow nod, your cheek brushing over the soft fabric of his sweater.

And you almost don’t notice it: the way he sighs ever so lightly. But you do notice it. And you mistake it for annoyance and eagerness for you to leave. After all, he’s a grown man who’s had a long day and probably wants some time alone.

Standing up abruptly so as to not put him out any longer, you anxiously bite your lip and make for the door.

“Sweetie,” Pedro calls out, quickly standing up to follow you.

“Yeah?” you turn around, grabbing your coat.

But he takes it from you instead, ever so sweetly putting it on you himself, then zipping it up to keep you warm.

“Please let me know when you get home safe,” he runs his thumb over your bottom lip where you’d gnawed so hard before kissing it, too.

“I will,” you smile, loving the way he takes such care for you, and mentally debating with yourself why you’d thought he was tired of you. “But my ten minute drive might turn into twenty or thirty. My car isn’t the best in the snow,” you admit with a nervous chuckle.

“Then take mine, Cariño,” he coos, reaching down to hold your hand in his, then bringing it up to his lips to leave a kiss to your knuckles.

“Pedro, I couldn’t,” you furrow your eyebrows and shake your head in adamant refusal.

“Sure you could. You’ve got your license,” he jokes to lighten the mood.

“Pedro,” you giggle back, simply shaking your head again, casting your gaze down to your feet.

“Well, then just… camp out here,” he smiles gently, and it’s only then that you realize his sigh earlier was one of disappointment that you’d have to be apart and absolutely not because he was annoyed. Of course he wants you to stay. But he doesn’t want you to think he has ulterior motives by keeping you overnight. He only wants you to stay safe.

“Inside your apartment?” you slowly lift your head to look back up at him, surprised at the offer he’s making. It would be your first time ever staying over at his place.

“Well, Sweetie, I certainly wouldn’t make you sleep out on the balcony,” he teases and winks, earning another bashful giggle from you.

“Are you… Are you sure?” you ask.

“Course I’m sure,” he nods. “You take my room and I’ll take the couch, if that makes you more comfortable. Or you can sleep wherever you want. I just really don’t like the idea of you out on those roads, and especially at this hour,” he admits, sounding somewhat like an overprotective dad.

And although you want to giggle at his strictly concerned demeanor, a feeling of comfort settles deep in your heart. You realize just how much he cares for you, in a more profound way than you’ve ever felt before.

Even only after three months, you know that you are so in love with this man.

It’s a long moment before Pedro realizes that you’re contemplating his offer, and he can practically see you turning over the options in your head. So, in hopes of making it easier for you, he speaks up.

“I’ll go make up the bed with fresh sheets for you,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead, then turns to go do just that.

“You don’t need to go to all that trouble,” you follow after him, and he turns around to smile at you. “I trust your cleanliness,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him close.

“Well, thanks,” he laughs, but grabs your hand and continues down the hall all the same.

Once inside his bedroom, the first thought you have when you see his bed is cuddling up with him after a long day. It smells so good in his room: the perfect mix of a manly musk and clean linen. Then, the slightly less wholesome thought of being sprawled out on the bed underneath him enters your mind, and you shudder at the flutters you get in your core.

“Take your pick,” his voice breaks you from your thoughts, and you turn to find him opening his closet door, gesturing to the large selection of sweats and various cozy clothes with his phone flashlight.

With a smile, you tread lightly over to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you sift through the clothes on the shelves.

“You pick,” you finally insist with a hum.

“I wanna see you wear this,” he pulls out his ‘Purple Rain’ tee shirt with a smile. Then, he yanks out the comfiest pair of sweats you think you’ve ever seen. “These okay, too?” he asks.

“Perfect,” you lean up and kiss his jawline.

“Alright,” he chuckles. “You can change in here and I’ll be back with a toothbrush. Unless, do you need to shower? You can use my stuff in there, I’ll light some candles, and I’ll get you some clean towels—”

“Pedro,” you lovingly interrupt him, and he stops his rambling to give you a bashful grin. “Just a toothbrush will be fine,” you giggle.

“Alright,” he murmurs with a chuckle of his own. “I’ll be back.”

He’s true to his word, closing the bedroom door to give you privacy to change. The only light you have is the one from your own phone flashlight, set face up on one of the shelves in the closet. Once you’re changed, you look at yourself in the full body mirror, and you cannot contain the smile you get from seeing the way you look in his clothes.

You pad back over to the bedroom door and open it to let him know you’re decent. You find him in the hall, in his own grey sweats and old tee shirt. He’s rooting around in the linen closet, then he pulls out a brand new pack of toothbrushes. He turns around and sees you peeking out of the door, and a smile immediately falls on his lips.

“How do I look?” you step out enough so that your ever so fashionable outfit is on display for him.

“Incredible,” he smiles wide, walking over to hand you the toothbrushes. “You make ‘em look better than I ever could.”

“This is your favorite shirt, though!” you smile, letting him lead you into the en suite bathroom.

“I think it’s your shirt now, Sweetie,” he teases, squeezing out some toothpaste onto his own brush before handing the tube over to you.

You simply shake your head and giggle, copying what he just did and smiling at him through the wide vanity mirror mounted above the double-sinked counter. It’s so domestic, so comforting to be in this situation with him. It’s the simplicity that gets you the most.

And before you know it, after way too many (and also not enough) hugs and kisses, he’s tucking you into his spacious bed, and bidding you goodnight.

Part of you wants to follow him out. You start to feel afraid because the only source of light you have is coming from the barely lit hallway from the candles in the living room. And before you know it, Pedro begins blowing out the candles, taking away what little light you had in the bedroom. You’re scared in this big, empty bed all by yourself. You want to go to Pedro.

But another part of you tells you to stay put. You know he’s going to sleep soon, and you’re already putting him out of his own bed. He’s been so polite and accommodating for you; the least you can do is suck it up and accept his gesture. Besides, the comforting scent of his sheets should keep you satiated til the morning. You mustn’t bother him any more.

However, you don’t listen to that part of your brain for very long. Because when the wind of the storm outside picks up, making a terrible howling sound, your heart begins to race and tears well up in your eyes. You let out a little sniffle as you finally give into your initial thoughts.

Carefully, you swing your legs out of bed and dangle them to meet the soft, carpeted floor below you. Then, it’s a game of skill having to maneuver through the unfamiliar bedroom, then hallway, all by yourself... and in near-complete darkness.

“Pedro?” you call out quietly once you reach the arch of the living room, and hoping you haven’t woken him up. It smells vaguely of the smoke of extinguished candles, and you cannot stand not being in his arms any longer.

“Yeah, Sweetie?” you hear him call back, his clear voice telling you that he’s still wide awake.

You walk a little further into the darkness of the room until you can see the faint outline of his form laying on the couch. He sits up when he sees you walking over to him, reaching over to flick on the little battery powered lantern on the side table, then making room on the couch, opening up his throw blanket for you to sit down close to him.

“Everything okay?” he asks, seeing the worried look in your eyes.

You nod, but he seems to see right through you. Placing his large hands on your cheeks to hold your face in his palms, he leans in and leaves a gentle kiss on your lips.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

“Pedro,” you speak timidly, then sigh. “M’scared.”

“Oh, (Y/n),” he frowns, saddened by the thought that you don’t feel completely safe here with him. “Of what?”

“It’s... embarrassing,” you hide your face in his shoulder.

“I promise it’s not,” he coos, peppering kisses onto your temple. “Tell me, Cariño.”

“It’s... It’s too dark in the bedroom. M’scared to be alone in there,” you finally admit.

“Oh, Sweetie,” he chuckles sympathetically, holding the back of your head. “I’m so sorry. Do you wanna take the lamp with you?”

“I wanna take you with me,” you giggle in return, feeling safer now that you’re in his arms.

“Yeah?” he asks, pulling you out of his side just enough so that he can hold your face and guide your gaze back to his.

“Mhm,” you purse your lips forward, and he kisses them in return.

“You sure? I wanna give you the space you need,” he says, smoothing his hand over the top of your head.

“I don’t need much space from you, Pedro,” you counter, burrowing back into his embrace.

“Alright,” he laughs quietly, feeling his heart swell at how confident you are in telling him when you need something. “Then let’s go to bed, yeah?”

With one swift movement, Pedro’s feet are planted on the floor beneath him, all while scooping you up into his arms to carry you back to the bedroom.

“I can walk, Pedro,” you laugh quietly. “You didn’t have to carry me.”

“Won’t be the last time, Cariño, I can guarantee it,” he winks, placing you down ever so gently and skillfully.

“I suppose I can get used to it,” you shrug playfully, already feeling so much safer and happier having Pedro with you.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek before settling under the covers beside you.

After your vision has adjusted to the darkness of the room, you roll over to face him, finding his big, brown eyes staring into yours while the sweetest smile graces his lips.

“Thank you for tonight, Pedro,” you whisper, placing a hand over his cheek. “I really like spending time with you.”

“I love spending time with you, too, Sweetie. Thank you for being so flexible. I’m sure this wasn’t the date night you’d imagined,” he chuckles, leaning in to press a small kiss to your lips.

“This date was perfect. I wouldn’t have wanted it to go any other way,” you assure him, reaching a hand up to push some of his curls out of his face.

“I still owe you a better one. With electricity this time,” he laughs.

“Well, I certainly won’t turn down another date with you,” you smile back. “How about next Saturday?”

“I’ll be there,” he nods, smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“I didn’t name a place yet,” you chuckle.

“Doesn’t matter,” he hums, pressing one more kiss to your lips. “I’ll pick you every time, Cariño.”

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a/n: ahhhh my first pedro fic is out there!!! pls let me know if you liked it and/or if you have any ideas for future pedro fics :)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #the mandalorian #din djarin #triple frontier #francisco morales #frankie morales #narcos #javier peña #game of thrones #oberyn martell #the unbearable weight of massive talent #javi gutierrez #pedro pascal rpf #rpf #age gap fic

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doerrferr · 3 months

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okok i really need to sleep but im being unnecessarily autistic thinking about

»crowley’s snake eyes can’t see the stars«

and what if aziraphale got them one of the nebula sensory lamps and miracled it more accessible so crowley could see them (and so that it showed their favourite nebulae)

#good omens #crowley #good omens 2 #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiocy #unbearably autistic #but on a fr not i NEED a nasa image nebula projector #or make one into existence because deAR LORD #ineffable fluff #aziracrow #ARARARARJSHSGDHSGD #good omens hc #headcanon #it’s not headcanon it’s real #and im crying

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lionlena · 9 months

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4. Too hot (JaviGxreader) - one-shot

The fourth one shot of one shots week.

Summary: It's hot... too hot, and your loved one has chosen the worst weekend to spend away from an air-conditioned villa. He'll have to help you get through this.

Warnings: none, just fluff

You loved Javi. You really loved him. But sometimes you hated him. Or rather, his obsession with Nicolas Cage movies… and his obsession with movies in general.

This obsession has led you to your current situation. It was blisteringly hot all over Spain, and instead of sitting in an air-conditioned villa or in a swimming pool, You were standing on some goddamn hill and dying.

But why?

Because Javi decided to spend the weekend showing you where some movie was shot. At this point, you really didn't care what movie it was.

You watched with blurred eyes as Javi waved his hands in excitedly.

"And right there. Standing right there, he said..." He stopped suddenly and looked at you carefully. "Mi amor, are you listening to me?"

"NO!" You groaned in tears and just sat down on the ground.

You've had enough of everything. You were already so tired and you just discovered that you ran out of water. Javi immediately knelt down beside you and gently cupped your face in his hands.

"You seem so hot."

"Because it's hot," you gasped and pushed his hands away.

You didn't want to act like a spoiled child, but you were really tired. Javi looked at you sadly. And oh my god… Those eyes tore your heart apart. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I love your passion for movies but... I really don't feel well and your hands are too warm."

Javi nodded. "No, I'm sorry, Princessa. I should take better care of you. Let me fix it."

He got up and held out his hand to help you up. You thought you'd pass out on the way to the car, but with Javi's help, you made it. Javi turned the car's air conditioning on full blast and took you to the little house you'd been renting for the weekend. Of course no air conditioning.

Once inside, Javi immediately led you to the couch and said, "Sit down and relax. I'll take care of everything."

He covered all the windows, turned on the fan, and brought you cold juice with ice cubes. You sighed in relief and stretched out on the couch. You closed your eyes and felt Javi lay down next to you and you winced. You pulled away from him a bit and groaned.

"What's the matter, honey?" He asked.

"Your body is too hot," you murmured.

He winked at you and said, "Normally you don't mind."

"Normally I'm not one step away from heatstroke."

Javi sighed heavily and kissed you. "I have an idea," he said. "Wait here a minute."

"I'm not going to move," you replied.

Your boyfriend ran somewhere. You thought about it for a moment but finally closed your eyes.

A few minutes later, Javi came back to you. He was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and his cute curls were wet. You felt that his skin was cool as he hugged you.

"Javi," you murmured. "Did you take an ice-cold shower?"

He chuckled lightly and pecked you on the cheek. "Do you like it?"

"Very much" you purred.

You hugged him tightly and ran one hand through his hair.

"Now finish what you said on the hill. Tell me about that scene."

You immediately noticed how his eyes lit up with excitement. You really loved him… Even if he nearly made you die of heatstroke.

Tag list: @creedslove

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #javi gutierrez #javi g x reader #javi g fanfiction #the unbearable weight of massive talent #fluff

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frankieispunkk · 10 months

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Pedro pascal characters and how they react to you being insecure in your relationship

AN: again thankyou so much for the love on the previous HCs,I have a AUHD reader in mind (again no surprise there) but this can be read with any reader in mind. If you are feeling insecure in any relationship just know that communication is key and you are loved <33

Minors dni,slight smut,lots of mentions of insecurities and mental health

Javi g 💕🧸

when you start distancing yourself from Javi he actually feels quite hurt,he is a insecure man himself and thinks it’s his fault. But as soon as you tell him the truth,this man will immediately be showering you in affirmation and how much he loves you. You tell him about your fear of rejection and being left alone and he listens contently,wanting to understand what you are going through,and he does understand. He understands that you have worked so hard to overcome all of your fears and challenges in life,and he is so proud of you,and he tells you every single day. he tells you that he will never leave you,and that you made him a better person just from being yourself around him. Javi wants nothing more than for you to be happy and comfortable,and he will do anything for you to achieve that.constant reassurance?you got it. Space when you need it? Javi will go hang out with Gabriella. Midnight drives to the cliffs to clear your head? Javi has already got the car ready full with picnic blankets and a spliff for you to share (if you want he won’t pressure you) “ I will do anything for you benita” he whispers to you as you curl up next to him that night “anything”.

Frankie morales 🐠

Admittedly at first when you start to distant yourself from him,frankie also distances himself. Not because he doesn’t love you,because he doesn’t know how to approach his feelings about this. He goes for a drive to clear his head and when he gets back he finds you on the sofa waiting for him,

Frankie sighs softly and sits down next to you “what’s up mi amor? Please tell me” you hesitate to tell him,you know for a fact frankie also has a lot of insecurities about himself and you don’t want to worry him. “I just feel…insecure” you say resting your head on his shoulder “what about,You know you are gorgeous right?” Frankie looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can’t resist. You sigh softly “about us,I’m worried you will leave me for someone better,someone who isn’t broken like me,someone who doesn’t breakdown at the fear of rejection or being hurt” you say into his shoulder.

“Oh baby girl,you know I would NEVER leave you right?you made me a better man,you made me the man I am today,you helped me through the toughest time of my life,and your not “broken” nothing about you is broken, you are the strongest women I’ve ever had the pleasure to know,everything about you is beautiful and amazing,and I love you”. Frankie kisses your forehead,” I would be nothing without you.” He whispers. You are Frankie have spent sleepless nights having deep conversations about both your insecurities,about how you both have individual fears about your relationship and relationships in general,about how you are both determined to make it work. You met 3 years ago when Frankie was in rehab,you were his light at the end of the tunnel. And he constantly tells you that, you saved him. Made him get his life back on track,if it wasn’t for you he would still be on the coke. You’ve spent endless night’s comforting him through his nightmares and panic attacks,and he has spent countless hours comforting you through your thoughts exactly like this. But neither of you would change it for the world,he’s yours and you’re his,for life. You look down at your ring finger to see the most beautiful ring,made of your favourite opal crystal that Frankie picked out for you. The night Frankie proposed to you was perfect,you both camping in the mountains,he proposed as soon as the sun was setting in the sky. “I made a promise that night”he says holding your hand gently “that I will love you for the rest of our lives,I’m keeping my promise until the day I die” he says softly. “Nothing will ever change that.”

He kisses you passionately.

“Come on darling let’s go to bed,let me show you how much I love you”

Javier Peña 🚬

Honestly,he doesn’t get it. He knows that you feel insecure but he doesn’t really get why,he has to speak to Murphy about it only then does it dawn on him. He comes home and apologises in the only way he knows how. Angry but passionate sex,Javier doesn’t normally do aftercare but he made sure to look after you especially when it was a “rough” session. “You know I really care about you right? He whispers into your ear while holding you tightly “im sorry if I made you insecure in anyway querida niña,I’m shit at emotions but…I care about you,you give me something to fight for” he tucks your hair behind you ear “and i promise I will fight anything or anyone who gets in the way of our relationship” he kisses your temple,”get some sleep cariño,I’ll be here when you wake up i promise”

Jack “whiskey” Daniels

Whiskey gets it,he too is extremely insecure in relationships. But for a different reason,he constantly worries that you will get violently killed like his ex wife and unborn baby he has nightmares about it every night. He is also worried you will leave him for someone who is home more often,him being away on statesman missions often.

When you tell him about your insecurities,he is immediately by your side telling you how much he loves you and how he also has insecurities “let’s work through this together sugar,last thing I want is to lose you,I never want to be away from you. You are my one true love” he whispers to you. “I might be going soft in my old age but I will do anything for you to be happy” he chuckles softly. “You are beautiful,inside and out sugar.”

He proves it to you too,taking you to bed and insisting you’re not to heavy to ride his face “save a horse ride a cowboy” is forever both of your motos ;)

Marcus (soft boi) pike

Oh Marcus knows this all to well,he is constantly insecure in his relationships worrying he is moving to fast (fuck you Lisbon) he is constantly worried he is saying the wrong things,if he is loving you to hard,and if you love him the way he loves you. He goes to therapy for it,and his therapist is a very wise man. He tells Marcus that he has a very big heart,and he is a rare soul,that should be treasured. That is how Marcus found you,in the waiting room of his therapists office,you both had separate therapists but you hit it off there and then. He got your number and you next back and forth for weeks before he asked you on a date,typical marcus pike style. You’ve loved him since day one,but it took a while for you to say it because you agreed to take your relationship slow. Now 4 years later,you are married with a 2 year old and Marcus is retired from the FBI. Marcus knows when you are having a bad day,just like when you know he is having a bad day. He sits down next to you in bed after a long day of dealing with a demanding toddler,

“Hey sweetheart,you ok? You seem quiet today” he asks as he snuggles in next to you,”I’m just having one of those days where my stupid thoughts won’t shut up” you murmur into his chest

“What about darling?” He strokes your hair “about everything,I’m worried that our relationship is being strained because I don’t want sex as much as I used to,and I don’t look like I used to I’m worried you will find someone else” you sigh

“Oh baby,you know i will never love anyone the way I love you right? I will never find anyone more attractive and sexy as you,no matter what your body looks like. You gave birth to our beautiful baby girl,and nursed her for over a year.I’m so proud of you hunny. your body is a temple,and I want to worship it for the rest of my life.” He kisses you deeply,meaning every single word. He always does,he always acts on his words,it’s one of the things you love most about him,when you first got together you agreed that communication is key in a relationship,you have spent many nights having deep conversations with Marcus about both of your pasts. You knew he had a bad past with relationships because…well he was in therapy for it,but you never understood why a women could treat this man bad,he is the equivalent of a perfect husband,and you want to spend the rest of your life’s proving that.

#marcus pike #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #agent whiskey #javier pena imagine #javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent #pedro pascal headcanon #fluff #slight smut

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midnightdjarin · 10 months

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they are both so miss americana and the heartbreak prince

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 10 months

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Javi G x F!/AFAB!Reader pt 3

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given. Specific Warnings: Oral Sex (F and M receiving and giving), fluff, anxiety, massage/ very mild foot play (you need to really squint) insecurity, some soft dom/sub switch feels if you squint. Summary: Javi flies out to meet you after a boring work meeting. Author’s Notes: I love this pairing, I want them to be so happy.

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You stifle a yawn, hoping none of the other heads of departments notice, the meeting could have been an email, hell, it could have been a group message. But traditional office culture being an unshifting behemoth meant you had to take a flight to New York from LA just to sit and be talked at for what felt like the whole day.

Your phone had buzzed in your pocket multiple times, and you pretty sure you knew who it was, but you couldn’t risk checking. You still weren’t publicly with Javi, nor privately if you think about it. Six months of meeting up when you both had time, fucking like horny college kids, then flirting like shy teenagers on Instagram later, yet neither of you had made the official move. There was no rush, or so you thought, Javi was Javi after all, and you weren’t going to push him into committing to anything.

“I think we’ll call it there, get some rest and we’ll reconvene tomorrow.” Michael, the CEO of your parent company announces and you breathe a sigh of relief. You stow your work laptop, purse, and diary in your briefcase and sling the shoulder strap around your neck as you fish your phone out of your suit jacket pocket.

You make for the elevator, hoping not to get collared by anyone as you unlock your phone. A few generic Instagram notifications load, you scroll through and dismiss them as you tap your inbox. Javi had left you a few messages and you feel the corners of your mouth pull up into a grin as you absently press the call button for the elevator.

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls after you, followed by your name. You grimace as you quickly lock your phone, slipping it back into your pocket.

“Justin, hey.” You say with a forced smile as you turn to face him. His sun-bed induced tan, too-white, perfectly straight teeth, Prada suit, and blonde slicked back hair hitting you in a visual assault almost as strong as his expensive cologne. You had made the mistake of getting very drunk at the Christmas party a few years ago and had gone home with him. He had never forgotten, and you wanted nothing more than to forget.

“Long time no see, you know you can return to working in the office now right?” He says as he elbows your arm playfully. You shake your head, fake smile still plastered on your face.

“I’m good Justin, I prefer the quiet, and I don’t live in New York anymore, I’m only here for the Quarterly meeting.”

“No way, you move away after Brian dumped you?” He asks, trying to disarm you, everyone knew you had dumped Brian, but this was just how Justin had always been. One-upmanship personified, always putting women down to try and neg them into his bed. Shamefully, it had worked on you, but you were drunk and vulnerable, it wasn’t your fault he took advantage of that.

“I dumped him, and yeah I did, but it was time, I’m closer to family now.” You lie, but you weren’t willing to give up any personal information if you could help it.

“Don’t know why you’d move away from New York, it’s the best.” Justin continues as the elevator opens in front of you. Your phone buzzes again and you clench your jaw, desperate to see what Javi had sent.

“Different strokes for different folks.” You say absently as you take your phone out of your pocket, turning the screen away as you lean against the mirrored back of the elevator. The door shuts and over the top of your phone you see Justin looking at you.

“So, you got plans for tonight?” He asks, his voice lower now it was just the two of you in the elevator. You take a deep breath as you check your messages.

User24601: I hope your meeting isn’t too boring, thinking of you. X 8:13am

User24601: Ugh, I can’t stop thinking about you hermosa. You want to grab dinner? I might have just booked a flight to NY. ;) x 9.21am

User24601: Ok I’m in the air, touching down at 6pm, meet me at my hotel at 7pm. X 12:30pm

User24601: Sent a Photo. 12:31pm

“Actually yeah, I’ve got a date.” You say as you feel your cheeks burning, your mouth pulled into a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat blush.

You tap the screen and open the image. Javi is sat in what is presumably his private jet, the tan and buff leather seats far too nice to be anything else. His hair is fluffy, like he forgot to put product in after a shower, he’s looking away from the camera as he poses with his hand cradling his stubbled chin. On his wrist is a woven band of red and white paracord and you feel your heart swell in your chest. You had mailed it to him a week ago, a silly little thing you’d seen in an LA craft market, you look down to the matched blue and white one you wore on the same wrist.

You: Sorry been a crazy day, I see you got my little gift? Xx

“You move on fast.” Justin growls and you look up to see Justin looking over your shoulder, you yelp in surprise and he snatches your phone from you before you can stop him. You watch as he scrolls through your messages, and you know he’s opened the photo as you see the sneer darken his face.

“Jesus you’re naïve, you know this isn’t actually Javi Gutierrez right?” He scoffs, looking at you like you were pathetic for believing it was really Javi.

“Justin, give me my phone back, I’m being serious.” You try to grab it from him but he’s that much taller than you that he holds it high above you.

“What happens if I call him? Going to be some fucking fifty-year-old creep who still lives in his mother’s basement?” Justin mocks you, already reaching to press the video call button. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you hear the call tone. You pray he’s in the middle of something, anything, too busy to pick up. But you feel sick as you hear his voice crackle through the speakers.

“Buenas Bonita, didn’t expect your call, you that eager to see me?” Javi’s smooth voice is soft, fringed with sleep.

“What the fuck?” Justin mutters as you watch the colour drain from his face. Javi practically roars your name through the phone.

“Where is she? I’ll kill you if you’ve so much as touched her pendejo.”

“This is some impressive deep-fake, I almost bought it.” Justin chuckles nervously. You try to grab for the phone but Justin holds it away from you again.

“I won’t ask again, where is she?” Javi growls.

“Javi, baby, I’m here!” You call out and you hear the sigh of relief over the speaker distortion.

“Bontia, who is this clown and why has he got your phone?” Javi asks, his voice honeyed as he addresses you. The sound sends your pulse racing.

“Asshole took it because he thought he was being an alpha.” You grumble as you snatch your phone back. Justin stumbles back, stunned and you take a little pride in putting him in his place.

“Hey there handsome, sorry about that, some boys you know?” You purr as Justin stands awkwardly by the doors, looking directly ahead as he refuses to look at you. Your chest flutters with excitement as you see Javi’s expression change from anger to soft, doting affection.

“I do hermosa, I’m just getting in my car, see you at the hotel ok?” Javi smiles at you and blows you a kiss through the phone. You return the gesture just as the elevator chimes.

“We ordering room service? I don’t want to waste a single second outside of your room.” You joke and you watch as Javi’s plush lips turn up in a despicable smile.

“So thirsty baby, but someday I do want to take you to a nice restaurant, maybe a movie premier? Something a little more public you know?” He says in earnest and you feel heat rush to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

“Of course, I’d like that, but tonight Javi?” You ask as you hail a cab.

“What?”

“I want you all to myself, we have time to make up for.” You say as you poke your tongue out at him through the screen.

“We wouldn’t have to make up for it if you would just move in with me,” He teases, hinting at the many times over the past three months he had suggested it, “But I am not pressuring you, do what you think is best hermosa.”

“See you soon Javi.” You say, a small knot in your chest, you think you want to move in with him but he was a playboy billionaire, did you really want that? Was he really serious?

“See you soon baby.” The call ends and you look up just in time to catch a cab, giving the driver the address before messaging Javi straight away.

You: In the cab, see you soon.

User24601: Already waiting for you hermosa.

User24601: Sent an image.

You open the image to see Javi’s head resting on a plush white pillow, bare chested as he bites his lip, giving you the filthiest bedroom eyes you had ever seen. You practically growl at the sight as you feel the arousal burn through you. His other hand is draped suggestively over his torso and you wonder if he’s touching himself already.

You: Don’t start without me. ;) x

User24601: Never baby, see you soon. Xx

The elevator chimes as you reach Javi’s floor. You’re still in your corpo mandated suit. Your sheer grey stockings far less sexy than you’d like but you didn’t have a change of clothes, it was all business formal wear. You hadn’t anticipated that Javi would fly out for you. Maybe you should have.

You step out into the plush carpeted hallway as you realise your corporate paid for hotel was rather cheap compared to this. You stroll along to room 273 and rap your knuckles just below the peep hole.

The door opens and you are greeted with Javi, bathrobe untied, his bare bronze skin on show. His lips quirk upwards as he takes in your outfit and you suddenly feel bashful, smoothing your pencil skirt down as you pout up at him.

“Don’t say a fucking word.” You warn, knowing he’s on the verge of making a clever remark.

“But you look so-,”

“Javi Gutierrez, I swear I will end you.” You snap but you can’t help as the corners of your mouth turn up. Javi’s smile is infectious.

“Sexy.” He purrs and you roll your eyes at him as you step into the room, pushing past him with a playful, but forceful shove against his chest. He grunts dramatically and you smile in satisfaction as you throw yourself on the plush emerald green sofa in the middle of the large living area. You drop your briefcase on the floor and kick off your modest pumps. You’re splayed out like a Renaissance painting, well you’d like to think so, but you’re sure you resemble something much less spectacular.

Javi holds his hand out to you, and you look at it quizzically, eyebrow cocked as you hesitate to take it.

“Come on hermosa, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Javi says as he stares you down with no-nonsense eyes.

“But I just sat down, my legs are tired Javi.” You groan, flopping your arm over your eyes as you dramatically over-emphasise just how utterly exhausted you are.

“Then I’ll have to carry you.” Javi says but before you can react he has scooped you up into a Bridal carry. You squeal playfully and glare up into his soft eyes with as much mock-anger as you can muster. But immediately you melt into Javi’s warm arms. You shamelessly nuzzle into his chest, breathing him in like a drug.

Javi simply chuckles and takes you to the bedroom, your face lights up as you see the super king size bed, fitted with the softest looking, crisp white sheets you’d ever seen. But Javi immediately turns you away and opens the sliding door to the bathroom. Leaving the plush, comfortable bed behind.

You make to protest but you see the surprise Javi had in store and your heart blossoms with emotion. Javi had drawn you a bath, in the biggest bathtub you’d ever seen. The hot water is shrouded with red and black rose petals, steam curls around them in lazy tendrils reaching into the air. The smell of lavender and jasmine fills your nostrils as you feel tears prick at your eyes.

“Javi this is beautiful,” You whisper, tilting your face up to see his adoring brown eyes gazing at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, “You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“Of course I didn’t have to, I wanted to, you’ve been so busy with work we’ve barely seen one another, I wanted to make tonight special, for you.” He says as he places a soft kiss to your lips, one which sets your skin on fire, you loop your arms around his neck and return the kiss with slow, tender brushes against his lips.

“Thank you.” You breathe against his lips, the feelings running through you are almost too much to bear. You’d seen Javi a handful of times over the last few months but with every visit, every parting, you were starting to worry how hard it was becoming to let this gorgeous man go.

“Come on, let’s get you in the tub, or the water’s going to get cold.” Javi nudges his nose against your temple as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. He sets you down on the edge of the tub as he removes your jacket, throwing it haphazardly over his shoulder. One of the glasses on the counter falls to the floor, striking the white tile with a loud bang.

“Oops.” Javi chuckles and you both erupt into laughter, he kisses you slowly, laughter ghosting both your lips as you continue to giggle at the silly energy buzzing between you. You help push off his robe as he removes your shirt in kind, exposing your boring skin-coloured t-shirt bra. You, on the other hand are met with the expanse of Javi’s soft belly, strong chest, and soft wisps of hair that dust the line above his boxers.

You press a soft kiss to his belly, then another, and another. Javi groans and cups your face in his right hand as he pulls you back, giving you a stern look.

“Sorry.” You sigh, rolling your eyes dramatically as you move to unzip your skirt. The air is close, heavy with steam and the insatiable desire that rolls off you both every time you meet. It’s a primal, base need that permeates your every thought, you can’t believe that this kind, charming, gorgeous man wants you as much as you do him.

“Hey,” Javi says softly as he kneels in front of you, looking up at you with those soft, vulnerable eyes that you can’t seem to live without, “Where’d you go hermosa? Everything ok?”

“Just feeling very lucky to be the one you draw baths for, to be the one you do all of this,” You gesture vaguely around the bathroom, trying to get your point across with you hands as you often do, “For.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Javi says as he places soft kisses along the clothed skin of your right thigh, “What started as a silly, hot, fuck in a pool has turned my life upside down, I live and breathe for you mi corazón.” He whispers against your skin and you shudder as his beard scrapes pleasantly against your thigh through your stockings.

“I’m a boring corporate shill Javi, wouldn’t you rather be with some beautiful model, or talented actress, or a rebellious activist type?” You ask, still not able to shake the self-doubt, the fear that this would all have to end some day.

“I’m a billionaire, you really want to talk about shills and talent?” Javi raises an eyebrow at you in disbelief.

“I mean, no, I just-, I feel so ordinary and you’re extraordinary Javi.” You sigh, no matter how much he tries to assuage your fears they still linger.

“You are the most beautiful, charming, funny, and fierce woman I’ve ever met, you may be a little too self-conscious for your own good,” He pauses as his fingertips find the hem of your stockings, tugging gently as he rolls them down your legs. The sensation is so mundane, so domestic, yet it sends sparks cascading over your skin with every brush of Javi’s soft fingers on your bare flesh, “But I adore you,” He whispers your name against your thigh and you exhale at the sound of your name on his lips.

“You’re not so bad yourself, for a billionaire I mean.” You quip, biting your lip coyly as Javi glares at you with a playful grimace.

“I mean, you could always take some of my money, knock me down to millionaire status you know.” He teases back and you roll your eyes, a genuine smile curving along your lips.

“Very funny, you’d have to marry me first before I took any of your money hermoso,” You say without thinking, your eyes going wide as you realise quite what you’ve said, “I didn’t mean it like that, shit, Javi I’m just tired and overworked and jet lagged and-!” Javi cuts you off with the firm press of his lips on yours, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth before hoisting you up around his waist. His tongue skirts the seam of your lips and you melt into him, his tongue dominates yours as he loops one arm around your waist, the other unclasping your bra as you slip out of the straps.

“Bath, now.” Javi orders as he sets you down on the floor, dropping to his knees so he can pull your skirt and panties off in one motion. He gazes upon your naked form as if for the first time, raking his eyes over the swell of your breasts, your hardened nipples. Then his eyes sink lower, following the curves of your body down to your bare sex. You notice the twitch in his boxers as his eyes snap back up to meet yours.

“You joining me?” You ask softly as you slip into the hot waters, the temperature was just right, hot enough to sting slightly, but not too hot to burn.

“Of course, I’ll be back in a moment.” Javi says softly as he gathers your clothes, setting the glass back on the table that he knocked over earlier, before disappearing back into the bedroom.

You lie back against the one end of the bath, your feet floating freely in the steamy, petal-strewn waters, there was still plenty of room beyond the tips of your toes and you let out a long, shuddering breath as you let the waters wash over you. Some of the tension from the day already begins to ease as Javi pads back into the room. Your eyes are closed but you hear him slide the door shut behind him.

“You look blissful hermosa, you enjoying the bath?” He asks as he sits down on the tile next to you. You crack your left eye open to look at him and smile as you see his doting, puppy-dog eyes lingering over your face.

“Be better if you joined me Javi, there’s a little room for you.” You say, sloshing your hand through the vast tub, disturbing the petals and milky waters as you do so. Javi rests his head on the edge of the tub, swishing the fingertips of his left hand through the petals.

“I will, but before I join you I want to ask you, what you want from this?” Javi says softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks, “I don’t want this to be just sex, sporadic hookups are fun, but I want this to be so much more. I want it to be real.”

“Javi,” You breathe, turning in the waters to meet his gaze fully, “I want that too, I have wanted it ever since that first night in the pool, but I didn’t want to push, didn’t want to shackle you.” You say softly, terrified of the words spilling from your mouth. You know how deeply you feel for Javi and you always hoped he felt the same. Javi beams at you before placing a soft kiss on the slope of your nose, his facial hair tickling your skin as you hum at the rough, yet pleasant sensation.

“So, hermosa, will you be my girlfriend?” Javi asks, his breath ghosting on your skin as you lean into him over the side of the tub.

“Yes,” You say softly, tugging at your own paracord bracelet, “I may have been trying to drop a hint with these.” You chuckle and Javi’s face lights up, toothy grin and dimples galore.

“I might have noticed,” He says giddily as he brings his hand up, lacing his fingers through yours as he brushes his lips against your knuckles, bracelets touching as you melt under Javi’s touch, “Now scoot forward.”

You do as you’re told, watching as Javi slips off his boxers, revealing his semi-erect cock and the dusting of freshly trimmed hair that led down from his belly button, you can’t help but squirm, your mouth salivating already at the sight of him as he smiles down at you.

“I’d ask if you like what you see, but I think I already know the answer.” Javi remarks as he lowers himself into the tub behind you. The water rises and swirls around you pleasantly as Javi’s thighs slide into place either side of your own, the hardening length of his cock resting against the small of your back as his strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You lie back, resting your head on his broad chest as he nestles his strong nose just below your earlobe, nuzzling into the sensitive skin just behind your jaw.

“This is nice Javi,” You purr, shifting on top of him to grind your ass against him, “But it’d be even better with you inside me.” Javi hums against the shell of your ear as he clamps his large hands on your waist.

“Patience bonita, I want to take my time with you tonight, gotta pamper My Girl after all.” He growls in your ear as his hands move, feather light against your skin under the water, trailing up from your hips, ghosting along your ribs before settling his big, strong hands on your shoulders.

“Mmm,” You hum as his thumbs work circles into the knotted flesh at the top of your spine, “Like being called you girl Javi, feels good.” You moan, your head lolling forwards limply as he applies just the right amount of pressure to really work at your tense, contorted muscles without hurting you.

“Yeah?” He breathes as his cock twitches at the noises that escape your lips as you allow him to make you come undone, unlike any way he had before, “Because I’ve been calling you my girl ever since that first night, whenever I pant your name with hand fisted around my cock, My Girl, My,” He breathes your name as he presses harder on a particularly tight knot just shy of your right shoulder blade.

You cry out, the mixture of uninhibited joy from hearing Javi say your name so lustfully, and the blinding pleasureful pain of his thumbs working away the stress you’re holding in your body. You can feel the hot slick building at your core.

“Javi fuck, this feels so good, I want you Javi, I need you.” You whine, rubbing your knees together as the heat in your lower belly starts to become unbearable.

“Not yet, face me.” Javi commands, his voice soft, buttery almost, which only makes you whine with desire. You do as you’re told, trying as gracefully as you can in your blissed out, edged to oblivion state. The water swirls around you, pulling at your skin as you brush your ankles against the outside of Javi’s calves. You look up in anticipation, not sure what he has planned but gently his hands dip below the surface of the waters and you clench around nothing as his eyes hold your gaze, blown with desire as he bites on his bottom lip.

His fingers brush the skin of your left ankle and he gently pulls you closer through the waters, leaving a swell of petals and milky water in your wake. His hands begin their ministrations on your feet and you feel like your soul might leave you body. The tender press of his strong fingers on the arch of your foot, the soothing strokes over your sore heel threaten to undo you once and for all.

“You like how that feels hermosa?” Javi says, his voice thick with desire, trance-like as he continues to pamper you, cherish you as his eyes never leave yours. You fawn up at his gaze and nod slowly.

“Never had anyone do this for me Javi, so good.” You breathe, your mind soupy and blown out with sensation.

“Shameful boys who came before,” Javi tuts before moving to your other foot, repeating the process as you writhe and groan at his touch, “Never knew how to treat a lady.” He hums, almost to himself as he lowers your foot back into the milky waters.

“Javi,” You whine, “Take me to bed, please.” You beg, your mind blown out with pleasure, unable to think past the ache between your thighs. Javi doesn’t say a word, but he stands, water cascading off his body as you drink him in. His cock stands erect, weeping at the tip as you look up, dumbstruck at his handsome body. Before he can do anything else you shift in the water, getting onto your knees to take the swollen tip of his cock in your mouth.

Javi groans as he bucks his hips forward involuntarily, his cock pressing further into your mouth and you whine at the sensation of his thick length sliding against your tongue. The silky smooth tip feels like heaven on your tongue as the mixture of salty pre-cum and floral bath water blends in your mouth.

“Mi amor, you keep doing that and I’m going to come in that pretty little mouth of yours.” Javi croons, cupping your jaw as he licks his lips, looking down at you reverently with dark, hungry eyes.

“Want it Javi.” You mumble around his cock, suckling at it gently as you flick your tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip.

“Fine, but please, let’s take this to the bed.” He relents with an exasperated sigh, but his smile tells you he’s not that put out by the change of plans. You stumble out of the tub together, lips fused as Javi walks you back through into the bedroom, grabbing a towel at the last moment to wrap around you.

“Towel’s giant.” You mumble as you come up for air, surprised it fits around you both.

“These hotels always have the good towels.” Javi chuckles before dipping his tongue into your mouth, groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. The backs of your knees hit the soft cotton sheets and before you can stop him Javi has crashed down on top of you. His hot body flush against you, pressing your breasts against his chest as he discards the towel, hands finding your hips as he grinds impatiently against your thigh.

“Javi, please.” You whine, both in protest and at the flash of arousal as you feel his tip brush your clit.

“As you wish hermosa, I’m all yours.” He chuckles as he places a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, his moustache and patchy beard scraping delightfully against your swollen lips. He peels himself off you with a huff, sprawling out on his back before propping himself up on his elbows. He watches with desperate, dark eyes as you crawl between his parted thighs. You nudge against them with your knees as you bend down slowly, inching towards his cock while fanning your hands across the tops of his thighs. He shudders and lets out a soft whimper as you grip the base of his cock with your dominant hand, the other tracing circles up and down the crease where his pelvis meets his thigh.

“Hermosa, please.” He huffs, head thrown back as your breath ghosts the tip of his leaking cock. You pump him slowly, gripping tightly, twisting just a little as you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, working a long, torturous path up to his blunt, throbbing head.

“Please what? What do you want Javi?” You ask, arousal bursting through you as you tease him further.

“Please suck my dick, please.” Javi whines as his hips buck involuntarily up as you take his head into your mouth, pumping slowly with your hand before sinking lower. Your jaw aches as you hollow your cheeks, his cock hits the back of your throat and you resist the urge to gag, your lips are flush against your fingers now and you know you can take it all.

“Don’t need to baby, this is already so-!” Javi hisses as you force the rest of him in, your eyes water and your body shudders as you really feel his length. You hold him there for a moment, savouring the way he squirms under you before retreating back along his length, bobbing your head up and down as you work a more manageable length in your mouth. Javi starts babbling in Spanish as you continue to work his length with your one hand, the other slips between your legs as you rub your clit.

You break the steady rhythm to take him all in again, choking on his girth more than anything else as your eyes water once more. You moan around his cock and suddenly Javi pushes you off, a dark glint in his eyes as you look up at him questioningly.

“On your knees, want to fuck that eager little mouth,” Javi says darkly, his breath coming in heavy pants as his lust-blown eyes bore into your own, “If- If that’s ok?” Javi falters slightly, a blush creeping over his cheeks as he realises how forceful he sounded.

“I want you to fuck my mouth Javi, please.” You breathe as you slide back off the edge of the bed, your knees dropping to the thick, plush carpet as you wait for him to line up against your lips. He moves quickly, without finesse as he cages you in with his thighs before grabbing the hair at the nape of your neck. He kisses you slowly, pulling at your bottom lip before letting go with a soft pop.

“How hard can you take it? Don’t want to hurt My Girl.” Javi says softly as he traces the thumb of his left hand along your lips, pulling softly at your bottom lip with a wicked smile that still, miraculously, holds a softness in his features no matter how harsh and lust ridden his words are.

“Hard Javi, want to take My Man’s cock all the way, hard and fast.” You whisper against the pad of his thumb as he growls above you.

“Alright, but if it gets too much you tap out ok?” He whispers softly, waiting for your answer before continuing.

“I promise.” You nod eagerly, unfurling your tongue from your mouth, inviting him in. Javi doesn’t hesitate this time, with a snarl he pushes into your mouth slowly, breaching your lips with his thick length. You moan around him once more as he tugs your head back for leverage, the sensation electric as the gentle tug on your hair makes your spine tingle.

“Such a beautiful mouth, my beautiful girl, taking such good care of me.” Javi babbles, rocking his hips forward in lazy strokes, stopping about half-way each time, getting you used to the way it felt to have your mouth stretched by such a big dick.

You moan wordlessly as tears prick at your eyes, you lap at the underside of his cock as he pistons in and out of your mouth. His soft moans, tight hitches of breath and the beautiful way his brow knits together as you push deeper on every stroke has you panting and moaning as you work your clit in deft circles, chasing your release as you feel him twitch in your mouth, his own climax imminent.

“I’m going to-!” Javi manages to whine out as his hips stutter, fucking you deep as his hot spend hits the back of your throat. You swallow greedily as the salty taste of Javi coats your mouth, the sound of him coming undone above you almost enough to push you over the edge. You’re left clamping around nothing as you can’t quite get the angle right on your clit to push you over the edge.

“That was amazing, thank you querida, thank you.” Javi mumbles as he flops backwards on the bed, panting blissfully as you wipe your mouth and crawl onto the bed next to him, curling into his side. The bitter emptiness of not reaching your orgasm souring the mood slightly, but you didn’t mind, you were still riding the high of the sounds Javi made for you, because of you.

Javi pulls you in close before kissing you softly on the lips, his face blissed out as he rubs his nose against yours.

“Come on, on your back.” He says softly, placing a kiss to your temple before looking down at you with hooded eyes.

“What for?” You ask, fully expecting to just move on with the night, you hadn’t always come when you fooled around with Brian, so you were prepared to just deal with it.

“What do you mean what for?” Javi gives you a disappointed look, slowly he peels you away from him, pushing you down by your sternum until you relent, heat creeping to your cheeks as you feel a strange twist of shame, even guilt in your stomach.

“Well, you’re done, and well, I’m not used to…” You trail off, the embarrassment making your voice break as you dig the heels of your palms into your eyes, not wanting to look at Javi when you feel like this.

“Querida,” He says your name softly as you feel the bed shift under you as he kneels down in almost the same position you had been in moments ago, “I will never leave you unsatisfied, no matter how tired I am, nor if my mind is a thick puddle of soup after a fantastic blowjob, your pleasure is my pleasure.” He purrs as he hooks his arms around your knees, yanking you to the edge of the bed.

“Javi I’m sorry, I’m just not used to-,” He cuts you off as his thick, long tongue swipes through your slick folds, gathering your arousal on his tongue as he laves forcefully at your clit. The sensation has you thrashing, crying out wordlessly as fire burns in your belly.

“You’re not used to a man treating you as you deserve, but I am not other men, those silly boys that came before,” He says, pausing to lick a firm stripe from your quivering hole right back up to your clit, “I will never disappoint you, I swear.” He groans as he takes your clit in his mouth, sucking slowly but firmly, his tongue swiping over the distraught bundle of nerves as you feel the build of your release looming.

“Thank you Javi, for everything, I lo-.” You clamp your mouth shut, about to say something that had been bubbling in your throat, addling your mind for weeks. The three words you wish you were saying instead of I miss you at the end of every goodnight text, every thirsty comment, or snarky remark before sleep. If Javi hears the half-confession he doesn’t let on, continuing to suckle at your clit as two fingers probe at your desperate hole.

“Fuck Javi yes.” You breathe, your hips pitching up in eagerness as he eases two fingers in, the burn and stretch is intense as you try to relax to allow the press of his thick digits against your fluttering walls. He knows you so well already, you’ve met up only a handful of times, but he already knows how to rake against your walls, pressuring your sweet spot with every pass. He kisses your clit with the same eagerness he always gives your mouth, his tongue pressing and flicking against your swollen, needy bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers into you up to the knuckle.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, Javi pumping into you and sucking hard against your clit as you ride through your orgasm on his fingers. You roll your hips with every thrust into you until you’re panting and shivering around Javi’s thick fingers. You cup his scruff-lined chin before pushing his head back, looking down with bleary eyes into his doting brown ones.

“I might die if you keep going Javi,” You say breathlessly, “Come and cuddle with me, I need you.” You whisper softly, rubbing your thumb across the coarse hair of his jaw, loving the way it feels as it scrapes against your skin.

Javi presses his soft lips to your palm before climbing back onto the bed, pulling you up against him as he rests on the plush pillows at the top of the bed. He leans over to the nightstand to reach his phone. He unlocks it and you could cry as you see the photo he has chosen as his screensaver. It’s a picture taken of the two of you at the gala all that time ago, it perfectly captures the way you look at one another. Wide grins, full cheeks and dimples, blown-out, blissful eyes. It was the only night you two had together that hadn’t ended in sex. It was a night of passion and emotion, but it wasn’t about the sex.

It had clearly never just been about the sex.

“What do you want from room service mi amor?” Javi asks as he brings up the online room service app.

“Burgers, fries, milkshakes and some champagne.” You say dreamily, you’re giddy, high from your orgasm, and the photo that you could no longer see.

“Done, done, done, and done.” Javi says playfully before pulling you close to his side, his head resting on the top of yours. Feather-light kisses placed haphazardly against the crown of your head.

“Hey,” Javi says softly as you both begin to drift, naked, fused to one another, “That thing you almost said?” He breathes, his hot breath warming you as you try not to panic. He had heard it.

“Mmhmm?” You acknowledge him sleepily, tired eyes searching his as you turn to look up at him, his eyes are soft, warm, worshipful.

“Same.” He says softly before placing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Javi I-“ You start but he silences you with a soft brush of his lips against yours.

“We don’t have to say it, not yet, not ever if we don’t want to, but I just wanted you to know you’re not alone.” He smiles against your lips as you sigh heavily in his arms.

“Good, I want to say it I do.” You say earnestly but he is already way ahead of you.

“But we’re taking it slow, there’s no rush bonita,” He soothes you by running his fingertips up and down your arm, “I’m not going anywhere.”

And you believe him.

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LA VIDA FAMILIAR DE JAVI (Javier Peña x Lectora/Reader)

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Pareja: Javier Peña x Lectora femenina (f!reader) No uso de y/n

Resumen: La vida junto a Javi tiene sus altas y sus bajas. Amas cada momento que compartes con él, aunque al salir a trabajar cada mañana, te preguntas si será la última vez que lo verás con vida.

Advertencias: Angustia. Menciones de violencia típica de la serie. Descripciones de heridas, sangre y suturas. Descripciones de maternidad, amamantar y cuidado de bebés.

# de palabras: 2967

N/A: Hola! Este es la primera historia que publico en Tumblr. Es sencilla, pero pronto traeré más contenido. Sé que la comunidad hispanohablante es pequeña en esta plataforma, pero espero encontrar apoyo! Jajaja Una disculpa si tiene errores, no está revisado aún🥺 lo actualizaré una vez que haga proofreading!

English isn’t my first language, although I’m a linguistic and translator student hahaha so I’m going to post my stories in English too, when I get more confident!

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En tan solo cuatro semanas, mi vida había experimentado el cambio más maravilloso. Mi mundo se había transformado en pañales, amamantar, conjuntos diminutos de ropa y ese dulce olor a bebé que me brindaba calma en las interminables noches sin dormir. Dar a luz a mi primer hijo me había enseñado un tipo de amor tan intenso y único, diferente a cualquier otro que hubiera experimentado. Mi pequeño bebé, mi niño y el amor de mi vida: Javier Samuel Peña. O simplemente Sam, para evitar confusiones con su padre.

El embarazo no había sido algo planeado... Bueno, al menos no exactamente de la manera en que sucedió. Javi y yo nos casamos en el consulado americano un lunes por la mañana. No hubo una gran fiesta con nuestros seres queridos, ni un hermoso vestido blanco ni docenas de flores decorando los pasillos de una iglesia. Simplemente, Javi avisó en su trabajo que no iría ese día, los Murphy fueron nuestros testigos e invitados únicos, y nuestra luna de miel duró una noche en nuestro departamento.

La boda se aceleró debido a la preocupación de Javier de que, si algo le pasaba en el trabajo, yo no quedara desamparada y tuviera los mismos derechos que su padre para acceder a beneficios legales y su seguro de vida. Aunque me rompía el corazón que Javi pensara de esa manera tan fría acerca de su propia vida, yo era la novia más feliz. Javier y yo nos amábamos y teníamos una relación estable, llena de amor y respeto. No había otra persona en el mundo con la que quisiera estar en una oficina gubernamental, mirándonos a los ojos y jurándonos amor eterno.

Nuestro plan original era regresar a Texas, al rancho de su padre, después de derrotar al cartel de Medellín. Allí planearíamos rápidamente la boda en la iglesia y la fiesta. Luego vendrían los hijos. Todo debería haber sucedido cuando estuviéramos seguros, en paz y establecidos. Sin embargo, apenas tres meses después de nuestra boda improvisada, las náuseas matutinas comenzaron a aparecer y fue cuando Javi insistió en llevarme al hospital después de que casi me desmayara mientras hacíamos las compras en el supermercado, que nos enteramos de que seríamos padres. Atribuimos el incidente a un preservativo roto del que no nos dimos cuenta en el momento. La primera semana fue complicada, ambos estábamos estresados y en shock por la noticia. Una mañana, discutimos por algo tan insignificante que ni siquiera recuerdo qué era, y Javi se marchó al trabajo sin despedirse. Yo me quedé llorando en casa, preocupada por todo lo que implicaba tener un bebé y muy sensible debido a las hormonas en mi sistema. Sin embargo, esa noche Javi regresó a casa con un hermoso ramo de flores y un bote de mi helado favorito.

—Todo estará bien, preciosa —me prometió entre besos, después de que hubiéramos asumido nuestra nueva vida y aceptado que las cosas no siempre salen como las planeamos.

—Tengo miedo, Javi —mi confesión abarcaba muchos aspectos: la maternidad, los riesgos del trabajo de Javi, el dinero, vivir bajo un techo que ni siquiera era nuestro, lejos de nuestras tierras natales, los cambios que sufriría mi cuerpo...

Pero en el momento en que Javi me miró a los ojos, pude olvidarme por un instante de todo lo negativo y centrarme en la bendición que era este bebé. Y, Dios, deseaba con todas mis fuerzas que nuestro pequeño o pequeña tuviera sus cálidos ojos.

Y así fue. Sam llegó al mundo con un fuerte llanto, con los mismos grandes ojos café oscuro de su padre, que curioseaban el mundo y buscaban consuelo en nosotros. No podía dejar de mirarlo, maravillada por la capacidad de mi cuerpo para crear un ser humano que fuera una copia exacta del hombre que amaba. Javi era un padre siempre presente, que asumía su rol al cien por ciento. Cambiaba pañales, lo bañábamos juntos, se encargaba de cuidarlo para que yo pudiera dormir y mientras yo lo amamantaba, él se ocupaba de algunas tareas domésticas.

Por supuesto, no todos los días eran perfectos, sobre todo porque pasaba la mayor parte del día sola en casa mientras Javier, mi esposo, arriesgaba su vida en las calles de Colombia, luchando por hacer de este mundo un lugar mejor para nosotros. Últimamente no podía evitar llorar cada vez que lo veía salir por la puerta por la mañana, preguntándome si sería la última vez que lo vería, que sentiría sus labios sobre los míos y le daría un beso en la frente a nuestro hijo. Nunca dejaba que me viera llorar, así que esperaba a que su camioneta saliera de la cochera antes de permitirme soltar una lágrima. Javi ya tenía suficiente preocupándose por nosotros al vivir con nuestro recién nacido en un país sumido en la inseguridad y con el estrés diario de las interminables horas esperando lograr un avance en el caso de Escobar.

Cuándo Sam nació, me permití encerrarme en una burbuja en la que sólo éramos nosotros tres. A Javier se le concedieron dos semanas de licencia de paternidad, por lo que pasamos quince días encerrados en casa, acurrucados en la cama, descubriendo el mundo de los bebés y comenzando nuestra pequeña familia de tres.

Sin embargo, Javier, un hombre acostumbrado a la adrenalina y tan comprometido con su profesión, regresó pronto a trabajar y fue ahí cuando la realidad me golpeó. Él podría despertar un día, cambiarle el pañal a Sam, desayunar conmigo e irse a trabajar, y esa sería la última vez que lo vería con vida.

Era difícil para mi estar en el silencio de la casa, ver a nuestro bebé dormir o tratar de comer algo, cuándo vivía con la paranoica idea de que un día Steve tocaría a la puerta para darme la peor noticia. No podía imaginar una vida sin Javier Peña, una vida sin que mi hijo tuviera a su padre para aconsejarlo y jugar con él.

Hoy era uno de esos días en los que sentía un gran peso en el pecho. Me sentía muy sensible, lloraba con lágrimas silenciosas mientras miraba a Sam comer de mi pecho. Apenas había comido un par de bocados, mirando el reloj esperando la hora en la que Javi cruzara la puerta.

Cuando empezaba a oscurecer y la lluvia caía intensamente, el sonido de los relámpagos a lo lejos logró calmar mi mente. Decidí ir a la habitación y acostarme junto a Sam, con la esperanza de lograr conciliar un breve momento de sueño al mismo tiempo que el lo hacía.

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—Shit...

Escuché a Javi sisear después de que el estruendoso sonido de un vaso de vidrio estrellandose en el suelo me despertó abruptamente. Con el corazón acelerado por el susto, miré a Sam para comprobar que no se hubiera despertado. Mi pequeño se quejó un poco, pero lo calmé con una suave canción y se quedó dormido nuevamente. Lo acomodé en su cuna junto a la cama y salí a recibir a Javi.

El reloj de la cocina marcaba la una de la madrugada. Lo que significaba que yo había dormido cinco horas, y Javi había llegado tres horas más tarde de lo habitual. Bueno, no es como si él llegando tarde fuera algo raro. Se suponía que su hora de salida de la oficina era a las 10 de la noche, pero si se presentaba la oportunidad de una redada de emergencia o el papeleo de un reporte se volvía tedioso, Javier podía llegar a casa incluso hasta la mañana siguiente, sólo para bañarse, apenas dormir una hora o dos y regresar nuevamente a la DEA.

—¿Javi? — le llamé cuándo lo vi de espaldas y fue entonces cuándo me percaté que algo no andaba bien...

Javi intentaba doblarse sobre si mismo para recoger los pedazos de vidrio esparcidos por el suelo, pero con cada movimiento su rostro se contorcionaba en muecas de dolor mientras se sujetaba un costado de su torso. Un golpe de angustia me pegó en el estómago, impulsándome por instinto hacía él para socorrerlo.

Javi intentó alejarme de los vidrios para evitar que me cortara, pero nada podía evitar que lo alcanzara.

—¿Que te pasó? — inquirí al tiempo que trataba de hacerlo quitarse la mano del costado, pero me lo estaba poniendo difícil — ¿Que pasó? — repetí.

—Nada, amor, don't you worry — me aseguró, pero su tono de voz cansado y con un toque adolorido me decía todo lo contrario.

—Javier, por favor quita la mano — pedí en un tono más serio y después de escucharlo gruñir con inconformidad, me dejó mirar bajo su camisa.

Llevaba una venda amarrada en la cintura y en un punto de su costado las gasas habían adquirido el tono escarlata de la sangre. El peso de mi propia alma cayó en mi estómago, impactada por la imagen. Mis ojos ardían con lágrimas que se negaban a caer, pero un jadeo de sorpresa escapó de mis labios. Mis manos temblaban mientras intentaba procesar lo que estaba viendo y buscaba encontrar la voz para preguntarle de la manera más calmada posible qué había sucedido. Sin embargo, no lograba articular palabras y las lágrimas finalmente comenzaron a rodar por mis mejillas.

En ese momento, Javier tomó mis manos con la delicadeza y firmeza que solo él sabe transmitir.

—Hey, no pasa nada. Estoy bien — me aseguró, pero las voces angustiadas en mi cabeza no dejaban de murmurar: "Tenías razón al preocuparte por él, este trabajo acabará con su vida", mientras que otra voz me decía: "Deja de llorar, tiene suficiente estrés en el trabajo como para llegar a casa con su esposa hormonal". Pero, simplemente, no podía contenerme.

—Amor, vamos a la habitación — susurró en tono suave, tratando de transmitir calma y minimizar la situación. Pero sus movimientos lentos y cuidados revelaban el dolor que le causaba su herida. No pudo ocultar la mueca de dolor al sentarse en la cama, dejando en claro cuánto le dolía cada movimiento.

Mi corazón se encogió al verlo así. Le pedí que se quitara la camisa para poder cambiarle las vendas. Mis emociones se mezclaban: preocupación, miedo y una sensación abrumadora de querer protegerlo de todo y de todos. Quería meterlo a él y a Sam en una cajita a prueba de todo lo malo en este mundo y conservarlos ahí para siempre. Pero sabía que eso era imposible.

Me dirigí al baño y tomé la caja de primeros auxilios, buscando todo lo necesario para tratar su herida.

Al regresar a la habitación, lo encontré sin camisa, sentado en la cama, con su mirada fija en nuestro bebé, que dormía plácidamente. La escena contrastaba la ternura del sueño de Sammy con la realidad del dolor físico y el estrés que Javi estaba soportando. Podía verlo en sus ojos: esa inocencia perdida tras años de trabajar en un rubro lleno de violencia, sangre y armas. El peso de querer cambiar el mundo para que sea mejor y tener que enfrentarte a los demonios que lo acechan cara a cara.

—Es tan pequeñito — murmuró Javi con una sonrisa tierna en su rostro, mientras extendía su brazo con cuidado hacia la cuna. Sus dedos acariciaron suavemente la mejilla de su hijo, como si quisiera grabar ese momento en su memoria para siempre. La imagen me hizo sentir una oleada de ternura y amor indescriptibles — Es el sueño hecho realidad: nuestro bebé, que lleva parte de ti y parte de mí. Es idéntico a ti...

Si estuviéramos en cualquier otro momento, donde Javier no estuviera herido y sangrando, habría compartido con él lo maravilloso que era ver a Sam, un ser tan pequeño y perfecto, que parecía ser una réplica exacta de su padre. Le habría asegurado que amaba cada rasgo que heredaba de él y que estaría dispuesta a tener mil hijos más, solo para ver esos mismos ojos, ese mismo cabello y esa misma sonrisa que tanta paz me transmite. Pero en ese instante, cuando noté un destello de dolor en su rostro, mi corazón se contrajo con preocupación.

Me acerqué a él, posicionándome entre sus piernas, y comencé a deshacer las vendas que abrazaban su torso. Cuando llegué a la herida, Javi siseo de dolor al sentir como la sangre seca se despegaba de la gasa y estiraba la zona afectada. Aunque no era una herida grave, su apariencia era inquietante. Eran apenas cuatro puntos de sutura, pero la carne estaba inflamada y enrojecida, evidenciando la irritación y sensibilidad en la zona. Olía a sangre y antisépticos. Cada movimiento de Javi parecía provocarle una punzada de dolor, lo cual quedaba reflejado en su rostro a través de una expresión tensa y un ligero fruncimiento en las cejas.

Con un algodón humedecido con antiséptico, comencé a limpiar la zona de alrededor. Cada movimiento era suave y ligero, pero pude notar la mandíbula tensa de Javi cada vez que presionaba la zona.

—¿Vas a decirme qué pasó? — era pregunta, pero debido a mi voz tensa y baja, sonaba más como una orden.

Javier estuvo callado un par de minutos, cuándo por fin habló:

—Murphy y yo fui a checar una casa de seguridad — comenzó, mientras yo buscaba en el botiquín algo que pudiera reducirle la inflamación de su piel lastimada —. Nos separamos y fue ahí cuándo detecte a uno de los perros de Escobar. Fui tras él y el hijo de pe… — se tentó a decir, sin embargo le hice una indicación con la cabeza hacía Sam — Y el tipo me sorprendió de la nada con una navaja. Apenas la esquivé, pudo haber sido peor.

—¿Eso se supone que debería tranquilizarme? — respondí con una risa carente de gracia, los ojos aún ardiéndome con lágrimas que no quería soltar — ¿Te llevaron a una clínica? — inquirí y él asintió — ¿Y porqué no me llamaste, Javier? — le reclamé con la voz cargada de emociones que apenas podía contener.

—No quería asustarte — se excusó.

—Soy tu esposa, Javier Peña. Cualquier cosa que te pase debería saberla. Que tal que… — me detengo en seco, incapaz de concluir la oración. El mero hecho de pensarlo hace que se me revuelva el estómago — Si algo te pasara, Javi, yo… no sé que haría. Seguro me volvería loca.

Finalmente me quiebro. Las lágrimas salen sin que pueda detenerlas. Días de aguantarme decirle como me siento salen a través de mis ojos y me siento la peor por poner más carga sobre sus hombros. Claramente Javier no quiere morir en su trabajo, no quiere dejarnos solos a ninguno de los dos. Es obvio que cada día sale de casa sabiendo que podría ser la última vez que nos ve. Soy consciente que él mejor que nadie sabe que vive en una ruleta rusa diaria y yo no aporto nada poniéndome a llorar por un miedo evidente.

—Cariño, ven aquí — sus manos tomaron las mías y me levantaron para sentarme en su pierna con delicadeza.

—Te vas a lastimar… — protesté, pero me calló con un tierno shhh.

—No pasa nada — aseguró —. No voy a irme a ningún lado, mi vida. Mira, pásame mi billetera — pidió, ya que él no podía estirarse demasiado. La alcancé y mientras se la entregaba, me volvió a colocar en su pierna. Yo hacía el esfuerzo por no recargar todo mi peso en él. De su billetera sacó una pequeña foto, tomada hacía apenas tres semanas. Éramos nosotros tres: yo estaba en la cama del hospital, con mi cabeza en el hombro de Javi, quién sentado a mi lado llevaba a un pequeñísimo Sam dormido en sus brazos — Cada vez que salgo a la calle, tu y Sam son mi trébol de la buena suerte.

—Vaya suerte que te damos — respondí, un poco a juego. Y ambos soltamos una risita, aunque yo seguía en lágrimas.

—Una cosa es suerte y otra cosa es que yo sea imbécil — bromeó y otra risa me abordó.

Mi mano acarició su mejilla, acción que pareció relajar a Javi completamente, como si el dolor hubiera desaparecido con mi toque. Cerró sus ojos, recargando su cabeza en mi mano, para después besar el dorso. Me incliné para depositar un beso casto en sus labios mullidos y suaves.

—Yo sé que haces todo lo posible por volver a casa a diario, amor. Perdóname por ponerme a llorar, las hormonas últimamente me tienen demasiado sensible.

—No tienes nada por que disculparte — aseguró, depositando otro beso en mis labios, después en mi nariz, mi mejilla y finalmente nuevamente en los labios.

Nuestra pequeña sesión de besos tiernos terminó en el momento en que Sam comenzó a quejarse. Ambos conocíamos a la perfección aquel tipo de llanto y sabíamos que significaba.

—Te llaman, mami — dijo Javi, dándome un beso más en la mejilla antes de dejarme ir.

—Ya, bebé, está bien — murmuré a mi hijo mientras lo sacaba de su cuna y me acomodaba con él en la cama para darle pecho. Sam se acomodó rápidamente y comenzó a comer.

Los ojos de Javi se iluminaron con ternura y orgullo ante la imagen de su esposa alimentando a su hijo. Para él éramos su inspiración y su motivación. Después de años, por fin tiene un lugar al que puede llamar hogar y llegar cada vez que vuelve del trabajo.

Javi se pone de pie para besar la cabeza de Sam, después mi frente y se dirige al baño para tomar una ducha. Al regresar, Sam ya se ha quedado dormido nuevamente, por lo que le ayudo a mi esposo a secarse y ponerse una venda nueva sobre la herida y acomodarse en la cama.

Él se queda dormido antes que yo. Aprovecho los minutos para admirar su rostro sereno y hermoso, todo mío. El dolor de la preocupación constante por él aun me pesa en el pecho, pero trato de calmarme y volver a dormir. Mañana será otro día.

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 3

(GIFS NOT MINE)

If you haven't already, please read chapters one and two before reading this one. This cannot be read as a standalone.

Summary: After your “date” with Javi, you've been waiting for over a week for that promised ‘next time,’ hoping you’d hear your phone ringing and it would be him. However, just as you’re beginning to lose hope, you receive a call from the man you’ve been wanting to see, and he asks you out on a special day with him.

Character pairing: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT) x fem!reader

Content Warnings: very ooc!javi, somewhat shy!javi, sunshine!reader, very fluffy (your teeth will rot!), reader goes to college late in life, reader lives in pain, no use of y/n, javi calls reader hermosa and sweetheart, eventual established relationship

Word Count: 3.93K

A/N: It took forever, but finally here's chapter 3 <3 My requests are open so if you have any prompts, just send an ask or comment!

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You wake up in your messy dorm room to the sound of your phone alarm ringing on your bedside table. You groan before turning it off groggily. You haven’t been thinking straight lately— your mind drifting more than often to the thought of Javi. It’s been more than a week since you’d last seen him and he promised that ‘next time,’ but it hasn’t happened yet— he hasn’t even called you.

You thought about walking to his house to see how he was, but you decided against it and wanted to know if he was genuinely interested in you like you were in him. If that next time really mattered as much to him as it did you.

After laying in your bed for a few minutes on your phone, you finally get up and get dressed for your lectures for the day. You quickly make some toast and grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder before leaving for your first class.

You try your best to focus on what your professors are saying, but their words often just mush together to form incoherent mumbles in the background. Just after 1 P.M., you leave your final lecture before lunch, and you walk off of your campus and to a small cafe a few minutes away that happens to be rather popular with the students in your college since it’s so close and somewhat cheap.

As you sit down with the pastry you ordered, you hear your phone buzzing in your bag next to you. You pull your phone out, reading the number— it wasn’t one you recognized. You thought to yourself, was it Javi? You swipe on your phone to answer it before lifting it to your ear and greeting whoever is on the other end of the line.

The voice you’ve been dying to hear for over a week replies, “Hey, hermosa,” he says sweetly, making your heart flutter at the nickname, “It’s Javi.” You could swear you could hear the smile on his face through his words. You feel your body have a small heat flash from the pure excitement you had rushing through your body— all that stress from the past week just melting away instantly.

“Hey, Javi!” you gushed, a smile and a light pink rising on your face.

“I’m sorry I haven’t called—” he pauses, a sad tone weaving through his words, “how have you been?” he finishes, slightly happier than his previous statement.

“It’s okay, Javi,” you say, shaking your head as if he could see you, “I’ve been good; how about you?”

“I’ve been good too, thank you,” he says happily. “Hey, I was thinking— I want to take you out tomorrow if you’re free, of course.”

Your feelings feel like they’re about to explode out of your body, “Yeah, I’m free tomorrow,” you chirp, a smile brighter than ever forming on your face.

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning around nine, okay, sweetheart?” he asks sweetly, ensuring that time worked for you.

Even if it didn’t, you’d make it work; you’d drop anything to spend time with him. “Sure, that works for me,” you grin, your mind racing with what tomorrow will entail.

Javi tells you he has to go, making your grin slightly diminish before he reassures you that he will see you tomorrow. You say goodbye to him before he says, “Bye, hermosa,” and the two of you end the call.

You saved Javi’s number as you finished eating your pastry before you had to return to your afternoon lecture. Your day just got a whole lot better.

You finished the rest of your day smoothly— it blasted by with the blink of your eye. You went home and set your alarm to 7:30 A.M. so that you have more than enough time to pick your best outfit and doll up for him. You text him and ask how you should dress for tomorrow since he didn’t tell you his plans for the two of you. He replies almost instantly and tells you to dress comfortably.

For the remainder of the night, your mind wanders to where he’ll take you tomorrow and what kind of memories you’ll make with the man you’ve been falling oh so hard for. Javi was different for some reason, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on precisely what.

You watch some TV for a few hours before you walk half asleep to your bed and finally drift into a deep sleep for the night.

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The following morning, you’re awoken by the sound of your alarm, like always— jolting you awake. Immediately, your mind wakes up from the genuine excitement you feel, and you quickly get out of bed before turning to your closet to pick out an outfit. Remembering Javi’s words to dress comfortably, and since the weather in Spain is getting hotter, you opt to wear your favorite t-shirt and shorts— comfortable yet classy enough to impress him.

You sit down in front of your mirror and apply some light makeup, and before you know it, you hear a knock on your door. You stand up, walking to your door before taking a few deep breaths and opening your door to a smiling Javi— eyes widening when he sees you, looking you up and down innocently.

“Good morning, hermosa,” he says in that tone that makes your stomach do backflips. You say good morning to him back, matching the sweetness in his voice while giving him a kind smile.

You look down to see Javi holding something behind his back, and as he notices your gaze, he takes it out. “I got you your coffee order from the shop we went to when we first met; I hope that’s okay,” he says, handing it out for you to grab with a bright smile.

You thank him while gushing at his thoughtfulness and gratefully take the coffee from his hand before stepping forward and giving him a tight hug, taking in his cedar-scented cologne. He rests one hand on your waist and the other on your upper back, pulling you closer to his form, his head resting on the side of yours, almost in the crook of your neck.

As you begin to pull away, you give him a small kiss on his cheek, the scruffiness of his beard pricking your lips as you do so. You step back, giving him a smile, which he returns.

Your stomach erupts with butterflies from realizing that you kissed him, “Come inside,” leaves your mouth in a stutter as you step aside for him to walk in.

You take notice of his outfit; a brightly orange colored shirt with faint white stripes littered throughout paired with off-white pants and a gold watch on his left hand— you’re brought out of your thoughts, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he says, smiling. Nervousness radiates off of him as he stands there, basically gawking at you with a faint heat rising on his cheeks.

You give him your thanks while nodding, “You do too, Javi,” you say with a smile as you blush back, feeling a small heat flash coming over your body at the cheesiness of your conversation. In return, he gives you a soft, hearty laugh that you could listen to all day and never get bored.

“So—” he starts, clearing his throat before looking down at his feet, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you for a while,” he finishes as he looks up to meet your gaze.

You play with your fingers out of nervousness, “It’s okay, Javi, I’m sure you had your reasons—”

“About that,” he hesitates, “the reason I took so long was because I was trying to make reservations for us to go out, but I couldn’t get them all on the same day until today—” he rambles.

“Javi—” you intervene, his nervous ramble as you step forward and take his hand in yours, “It’s okay, really,” you say, giving him the most reassuring smile you can give him. “Now, where are you taking me?” you ask playfully, tilting your head slightly, still smiling.

“It’s a surprise,” he says with a grin, “you’ll have to see when we get there,” he says proudly, squeezing your hand. “We should get going, actually,” leaves his mouth as he takes a sneaky glance at his watch, hand still in yours tightly.

You nod before letting go of his hand and tell him you just have to grab your wallet and phone— you stick them both in your pocket and turn back to see him already by the front door with a wide smile.

You walk up to him, and you both step out of your dorm— him letting you go first before you turn back around to lock it. As you turn to face him, you give him a sweet smile, and he wraps his arm around your upper back, pulling you close as the two of you walk out to his car. As you do so, he opens the door for you to hop in before closing it behind you and walking around to the driver’s side.

After driving for a while, he looks at you with a small smile forming on his lips, “Okay, sweetheart, close your eyes,” he says before returning his gaze to the road he’s driving on.

“Why?” you ask, giggling.

“Just close them,” he says, looking at you, “where we’re going is a surprise until we get there,” he finishes, and finally, you oblige with a slight huff leaving your mouth in playful annoyance.

After a few more minutes of driving combined with the playful banter of threatening to peek, you feel Javi’s car stop and the sound of the engine turning off. You hear some shuffling in the back of the car before you hear him getting out of the car and going around to help you get out, eyes still closed with a warm smile on your face.

As you get out, you feel his hands resting gently on your arms as he turns your body around with your back facing the car, “No peeking, ‘kay?” he says softly. You laugh and agree to his terms— he guides your body gently, making you walk forward slowly, making you feel more butterflies in your stomach with each step you take, wondering what the surprise could be.

You feel small weeds and grass brushing against your ankle, wondering if you are where you thought you were. With a final few steps, Javi positions you in the correct spot according to him and finally tells you to open your eyes.

Your eyes flicker open, adjusting to the bright environment around you for a moment before you see the flower field you two saw when you first met— a gentle smile accompanied by heat rising on your face. Javi leans near your ear, his large hands still resting on your arms. He whispers a soft, “I wanted to have a picnic here first before we did anything else.” He lets go of your figure and walks in front of you backwards, lifting a picnic basket in the air as he returns your smile.

You can’t help but grin even brighter at his thoughtfulness before rushing to where he is so you can help him set up the picnic.

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After setting up the picnic, he pulls out a box from the bakery you mentioned to Javi on a previous day that just so happened to be your favorite. The two of you begin eating, “Hold on, hermosa,” he says, catching your attention. You see him rummaging in his bag, “Stay just like that,” he finishes as he pulls out a Polaroid camera, aiming at you, causing both of you to laugh in the moment. You hear the soft click of the camera, signaling a picture has just been taken.

He lowers the camera and pulls out the picture he just took. He shakes it back and forth gently in his hand as he waits for it to develop. After a few short moments, he stops shaking it and looks at it before a bright smile washes over his face.

You shift yourself closer to him so you can see the photo, and once you do, you let out a few soft chuckles. Javi, still looking at the photo, “You really do look beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispers, almost inaudibly. If the birds chirping and the wind blowing through the trees were any louder, you probably wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

His eyes meet yours before you lower your head onto his shoulder. He begins putting the camera back in the bag before you gently grab his arm, motioning for him to stop. You tell him to hold on, smiling as you lift your head off his shoulder. You take the camera from his hands as you scoot yourself back while lifting the camera to your eye. “Smile, Javi,” you say, a slight blush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks. You swear you could look at this man for hours and never get bored of his brown curls, or the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

As he’s unable to contain his smile, you push down on the shutter button, taking a picture of a flustered Javi sitting before you. You lower the camera and take out the Polaroid, waving it back and forth just as Javi had done. You move back next to him and you lay your head on his shoulder again before lifting the now-developed photo so you both can observe it.

“You look so pretty,” you say playfully, slightly higher pitched than intended, making Javi laugh. He thanks you for your compliment before resting his head on yours and wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. His calloused fingers tracing small shapes on your bare arm, sending small chills up your spine despite the almost-summer heat.

As the two of you finish eating, still laying your head on his shoulder, Javi looks at his watch, “We should probably get going, hermosa,” he says, looking down at you. You nod and help him pick up your belongings, making sure to grab the polaroids of each other for safekeeping— setting everything in the back of Javi’s car.

After what seemed like twenty minutes of driving and a few small conversations later, Javi pulls into the parking lot of an intricate yet historic-looking building with large windows— you almost recognize it. Still, you can’t quite think of where you’ve seen it before.

The parking lot is empty as Javi turns off the car’s engine. He mutters a quiet ‘here we are’ before hopping out of his car, and as you’re about to step out yourself, he’s already opening the door for you. “This is the reservation I was talking about this morning,” he says before explaining it’s an art gallery, “I figured since you’re an art major, you’d enjoy going here,” he rambles, giving you a smile as the two of you walk up to the building. You give him your thanks for his thoughtfulness, giving him a smile in return.

The excitement fills your body as you glance at the paintings and sculptures littered throughout the empty gallery that Javi managed somehow to finesse all to yourselves for a few hours. As the two of you walk around the museum, grins creep up on both of your faces. The vivid colors of each painting were more than delightful to your and his eyes, and you couldn’t help but relish in the experience of taking in all the art before you that you had learned about in your art major.

On occasion, you would spot a painting or sculpture you would recognize, and Javi would listen more than contently as you’d explain the backstory to each one. He’d always make you have a cheerful smile on your face when he’d ask questions— it made your heart flutter that he was just as excited about this as you were.

Javi, at some point, managed to slip his hand into yours as the two of you walked around the museum— taking in the beauty in all the different pieces; each time he squeezed your hand gently and reminded you of it, you couldn’t help but smile.

“These are all so beautiful, Javi, thank you for taking me here,” you say softly as you look at him with a bright smile— your hand still intertwined with his.

He returns your smile, “You’re more than welcome, sweetheart—” he says, “I think you’re much more beautiful than any of these pieces, though,” he finishes as he motions to the art around you, heat rising on his cheeks.

You giggle at the cheesiness of his comment, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as the two of you finish walking around the rest of the museum. When the two of you are finally done looking around, the two of you walk back to his car— Javi, of course, opening the doors for you along the way, as usual.

“We have one more place to go, hermosa,” he says, looking over sweetly at you as he puts his seatbelt on— you give him a nod as you put yours on as well.

After a short drive, you begin seeing palm trees placed strategically on the side of the road and the smell of salt and warmed sand filling your lungs. The distant sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping made you smile— he was taking you to the beach, and unknowingly to him, it was one of your favorite places, besides the library, of course.

After a few more minutes, Javi pulls into the parking lot of a quaint beach house; he removes his seatbelt, and you follow his action. The two of you get out, and you follow Javi to the front door of the building. “This place is so pretty,” you say, looking around at the cozy beach house before you.

“Wait until you see the beach, sweetheart,” he replies, shooting you a gentle smile before unlocking the door and walking in. The two of you walk through the building full of traditional blues and yellows that color the walls and interior and the large windows shining giant rays of sunset lighting through them.

The two of you take off your shoes and walk out onto the beach. The warm sun hits your skin, lightly illuminating your and his features. “Let’s go for a walk, hermosa,” he says, holding his hand out for yours, and you gladly take it, intertwining your fingers with his once more, feeling the callousness of his fingers against yours.

After walking up the beach about half a mile, sharing short conversations and smiles at each other with short bursts of laughter filling the ocean’s air, the two of you walk back near the beach house. “Let’s sit down here,” Javi says, motioning to a spot in the sand just above where the shore hits and falls back into the ocean.

Still holding hands, you sit and watch the sunset together. You and Javi notice dolphins playing with each other, letting out squeaky laughter and blowing out water above them, making you both smile. By now, the warm sand was covering your legs and feet, and though the texture of sand always annoyed you, it was more than bearable because of just how content you felt being here with Javi on this beautiful beach.

Javi let go of your hand and put his arm around the small of your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling closer to him. The sunset sky was ablaze with colors that made your jaw drop just slightly from just how beautiful it was, and the thought of Javi taking you here to end your day made your heart warmer than the summer sand you sat on.

His arm encapsulates your body, and his cedar-like scent mixing with the warm saltiness from the ocean fills your lungs— you feel like you’re the only two people in the world— his hand lifts from your waist to rest on your head, tangling his fingers with your hair. “What’re you thinking about?” he asks, causing you to lift your head enough to look at him.

“Nothin’ important,” you reply, nudging him slightly; truthfully, you were thinking about how much you’re starting to fall for Javi—

You’re brought out of your thoughts, “There’s this thing I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he says in a whisper, lowering his head to look at his lap.

“What is it?” you reply, lifting your head completely off his shoulder to look at him, raising your eyebrows slightly.

He raises his head again to meet your gaze before removing his hand from your hair and taking his hand in yours. He sighs before speaking, “I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out with me.”

You sat back for a moment, looking between his words, trying to figure out if he was falling just as hard as you are— or if you were going to be rejected if you let out even a sliver of your feelings come to the surface; contemplating whether or not he was asking you what you thought he was asking, and wondering if he means something more.

“Are you asking what I think you’re asking, Javi?” you say softly as you tilt your head, looking into his eyes.

He breaks eye contact and looks down at your intertwined fingers as he traces small shapes on the back of your hand with his thumb before nodding. The heat rose on his cheeks, making him feel shy. You look at his face, putting your other hand on his cheek— his light stubble pricking your hand. He lifts his head up to meet your eyes— you nod, “Yeah, I will,” you reply, causing a bright smile to erupt on his face, making both of you giggle.

He leans in and kisses your forehead while squeezing your hand before pulling you into a hug. You rest your head in the crook of his neck. As he pulls away he gives you a kiss on your cheek before he rests his forehead on yours, “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he says pulling away, looking at you.

“You are too, Javi,” you say, giving him a warm smile.

He pulls you closer to him and you lean your head back on his shoulder and he rests his head on yours as the two of you shift your attention to the sunset before you. “I booked this house for the weekend, by the way,” he says, putting a smile on your face. You lift your head up to kiss his cheek before resting your head back on his shoulder.

“Today was really fun, Javi, thank you,” you say as you’re unable to hide the smile on your face.

“No need to thank me, hermosa,” he says, holding you tighter before giving a tender kiss on the crown of your head. You feel unbelievably content in this moment and you don’t want it to end— but you’re more than curious to see what you and Javi blossom into.

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laceglovesamethystskies · 1 year

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Mi Ancla

Hi!! This is just a short Javi Gutierrez fluffy drabble because I love him. Some use of Google Translate Spanish so it probably isn't perfect! Reader's gender/pronouns aren't mentioned so this fic is for everyone!!

Warnings: fear of swimming if you really squint?

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Perfect.

That was the one word echoing through your mind, louder than any thoughts, asserting that this moment - this man - is the closest thing to perfection you could ever dream of experiencing.

Your fiance, Javi Gutierrez, is swimming in the brilliant topaz sea, his muscled arms cutting through the water with ease. He had begged you to join him (“amor, hace mucho calor hoy - ¡mira cómo el agua nos llama por nuestros nombres!”) and you had agreed, asserting first that you’d lay out the cotton towels and picnic basket on the fine white sand. He has not ventured too far off shore as he normally would; as a less confident swimmer than Javi, he always makes sure to stay reasonably close to shore when you are with him. It was this that once inspired him to playfully dub you ‘mi ancla’, before peppering your face and jawline in a flurry of small kisses. Smiling softly now at the memory, you take a moment to admire the sight before you. Javi was now approaching the shoreline, no doubt returning to retrieve you for the swim he had been promised.

His tanned skin glistening under the tropical Mallorcan sun as beads of seawater roll gently over his toned shoulders, Javi fixates on you. He flashes a cocky grin before sweeping his dripping dark curls back, and begins to jog over. The light and happiness that Javi exudes has always astounded you, never failing to brighten a room with his smile or to make menacing thunderclouds subside into pale blue skies simply by laughing. He is your light, your life - your anchor, just as much as you are his. Now standing right in front of you, you have the chance to take the wonder of him in, grinning as you do so. Offering a hand to pull you to your feet, no words are needed as Javi slightly raises his eyebrow and tips his head - he’s curious what has got you grinning like this. Not that he would object to whatever it was, not in a million years. It’s no secret that Javi worships you, placing your happiness above all else since the day you’d both met. Taking the hint, you explained, barely above a whisper: ‘you’re perfect. Was just taking it all in’.

He lets out a small laugh of flattery, his broad chest briefly dipping and heaving and his beautiful dark eyes sparkling as their gaze pierces into yours. Taking your hand in his, Javi asserts in a low but gleeful tone - ‘no one can hope to seem perfect next to you, mi amor. All I can do is try to be enough for you’. Shaking your head in playful disapproval of his words, you wonder how anyone as wonderful as Javi could possibly see themselves as anything less than perfection. Descending together to the calmly crashing shoreline, you cannot help but have your gaze dragged to his side profile against the backdrop of the shining persimmon sun and the blended emerald greens of a forest far down the coast. You had grown more familiar with his features than your own, and you loved it; the strong arch of his nose, the laughter crinkles in the corners of his eyes, the gentle stubble adorning his jawline. Never had you dared hope to even meet a man like Javi, let alone be holding his hand, a sparkling ring on your finger that he’d spent hours choosing, here, together, now. It still overwhelms you, thinking of it like that, and so you swiftly blink back tears of exquisite happiness. As if acutely aware of every emotion you’re feeling, Javi gently tightens his grip on your hand, as you both finally meet the dampened sand and tranquil waves.

The water soon reaches waist height, and you both stop again at the point before the seabed dips, preparing to swim a little way out. It is pleasantly cooling, and greatly welcome on a sizzling July day such as this. The waves lap gently against Javi’s bronzed, toned torso, and you feel his hand carefully pulling you closer. He sweeps you until you are flush against his warm chest, and places soft yet tender kisses on your lips, jaw and shoulder. As his head dips down to your shoulder, resting in the crook of your neck, you run your fingers through the soft dark curls collected at the base of his neck. Sighing contentedly against your skin, you feel Javi smile before pulling himself back up to place a final kiss on your lips.

Tipping his head indicatively towards the sea, he mutters through a lazy grin - ‘¿Listo, mi ancla?’. You nod, powerless against the instinct to return the smile. ‘Estoy listo, mi ancla’.

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ievutebebe · 11 months

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FANGIRL PART 1

Summary: On your day off work, you spend the day at the park reading a book where you are pleasantly surprised to meet a playful puppy and its handsome owner. The only catch was the owner of that puppy was a famous actor who you were the biggest fan of.

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ MNI! Although this part is just fluff the next parts will contain smut. Javi is in his 30s. Reader is a student. Possessive thoughts. Slow burner?

Word count: 3,8k

A/N: Thanks to my besties for beta reading. First fanfic vibes, I loved writing this, it felt natural. I am also working on a Joel Miller and Javier Pena fics but I am kind of stuck with them as I can’t manage to go in detail enough to describe certain parts as I would like to.

As you indulge yourself in this fic, let go of your worries, what you are reading is real and it is written about you. Believe it’s real and be delusional!

First thing you do is look around admiring all the scenery, breathing in the fresh breeze as you glance over at ducks with baby ducklings and then turn your head some more and spot children playing in the park laughing making your heart feel full. You turn your head the other way and spot people your age with their friends doing exactly what you are but having way more fun as they had company and you did not. Your mind did linger for a moment wondering what it would be like to have someone to hang out with in the park, would you be comfortable in silence whilst reading books or would you have deep talks about life or philosophy. However, you quickly disregard those thoughts as you were not going to let your them ruin the peacefulness and gratefulness you felt in this moment.

You grab your phone to capture a few photos, video of what’s around you to post on your Instagram stories. You even manage to take a nice selfie of yourself. Once you’ve done that you open your book on the page that you left off last and completely let go of your worries. Whenever you read a book the whole world and surroundings around you stop for a little while. It is a nice little escape even if it’s for a short time, it’s just you and your book here right now. You were saddened by the thought that you are approaching the last few chapters of this book. It had quickly become your favourite as the story had deeply resonated with you.

A few hours later you perk up your head realising that everybody had left, and sun had started to set. You check the time on your phone, the time is quarter to 9. It’s just you in this park, as you look up at the pink sky and take a deep breath appreciating all the little things around you, birds chirping and the sound of water. You are exactly where you dreamt of being at the age of 16, now a university student doing your dream degree on your student exchange year in Majorca. Majorca was your first choice in hopes to bump into your favourite actor, like that was going to happen. Yeah, right silly you with your silly manifestations and delusions.

A wave of sadness floods your mind with realisation that you do have friends but no friend that you could hang out with daily or a significant other. You were all busy with your day to day lives. University, work, and personal problems, most of them were in relationships. You wonder what it would be like to sit here with someone you love and just to have them hold you in their lap.

You do have friends here in Majorca but most of them had went home during the spring break, but since you’ve paid an extortionate amount of money on rent you wanted to stay here for as long as you could. Being back home would only make it worse, realising that this fairy-tale dream that you are living right now is nothing, but a dream and a reality of family issues would soon burden on you. So here you are, alone in an empty park sat on your blanket with the book in your lap and warm wind gently blowing your hair.

Suddenly a puppy runs to you jumping up and down making you gasp in shock, but your expression instantly changes as this puppy is just too adorable and oh its small belly is so darn cute. It was puppy love at first sight, the sweet smell of the puppy took over all your senses. The tears of joy flood your eyes slightly because of how charming the puppy was, it made you feel excited and calm at the same time releasing your endorphin levels. This puppy was a golden retriever with soft and fluffy fur, resembling a teddy bear that you just wanted to squeeze. Its fur was golden in colour with some white on its belly and paws. Puppy had settled in your lap as you were playing with it making your heart full of warmth as its big round innocent eyes were staring at you.

You feel presence of someone standing over you, glancing at the puppy. You raise your head up to face the person, seeing the most handsome, tan, and tall man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon, he looked like he was sculptured by heavens and gods themselves. He wore black shorts and a tank top exposing his toned arms and biceps as the rest of his body and muscles strained against the fabric at his chest. As you move your gaze up to his face recognising nicely groomed facial hair, you realise it’s Javi Gutierrez, the one and only standing right in front of you. His hair was even better in person, effortlessly styled luxuriously thick and wavy. His locks frame his face gracefully contouring his features.

You were his biggest fan, you owned many things of his, merch your favourite being a t-shirt with his face on it of which you had different variations, even your room had posters of him. You even had a TikTok fan page where you posted edits of him. Although your edits weren’t getting much attention you liked it that way, you were doing them for yourself and appreciation for him.

“Are you Jav-”. you say but it was too quiet for him to hear.

“Come on Luna let’s go to the park sweetheart, I’m so sorry about that she’s just too playful and energetic at this age”. He says but Luna completely disobeys his order and continues playing with you.

“It’s okay no worries I love dogs, hi there Luna you are a beauty aren’t you, yes you are”. you give her kisses and wiggle her ears as you breath in her scent once more. You are still in disbelief that it was Javi standing right in front of you. What were the chances?

“Oh my, I love how dogs smell especially small puppies making me feel a way I can’t describe”. Luna smelt slightly sweet with a touch of honey and faintest whiff of milk.

“Yeah, it’s the best isn’t it”. he leans down and pets Luna.

“For sure”. you say, you were now blushing as he was so close to you making you feel nervous and shy. You stared at him and when he glanced back at you, you quickly turned your head the other way to avoid eye contact, like you were a teenager again. You could smell his cologne which had notes of musk, oak moss, and bergamot. This smell will forever remind you of him, fuck you might even go to the perfume shop to buy this cologne. Fuck your obsession with Javi is about to be elevated to a whole new level, you didn’t know was possible.

“Here Luna come on, come here querida, good girl”. Javi says as you give him Luna and when he takes her from you, your fingers brush against each other making you feel a tingling sensation of electricity pulsing through you.

“There you go Luna” you say.

“Thank you, we better get going whilst it’s still light out. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Luna say bye bye”.

“Bye Luna sweet pea” you wave to her. As Javi is about to walk away you say, “it was nice meeting you Javi”. “Bye” he says as he is walking away.

Fuck you realise, you didn’t even ask for a photo, no one is going to believe you that you just met Javi and played with his puppy. But it was too late as he turned his back to you and you didn’t want to be an annoying fan that he would remember you as, so you stayed put.

As he is about to walk away, he stops and turns around. “Hey me and Luna are headed to the puppy playground you are welcome to join us if you wanted to”.

“Of course, I would love to let me just grab my things” you can’t believe that this is happening right your favourite actor asking you to join him to play with his dog? What in the fanfiction is that.

“You guys go ahead I will come over”.

“Alright”.

You gather your things quickly stuffing them into your tote bag and making your way to the dog playground.

“Hi there” he says. “Hey” you reply. “What were you reading?”. You’re not sure what it was exactly, was it his gentle tone or gaze but you felt like telling him everything in this moment.

“A book called freckles, it’s really good. It’s about finding yourself and it has deeply resonated with me. Essentially it is about a girl who is a parking warden who had moved to Dublin in hopes to find her real mother and reconnect. One day she comes across this arrogant man well she thought he was, anyway, he owned a Lamborghini and was an influencer who played video games and posted playthroughs on a YouTube channel for a living. He doesn’t bother with paying for his parking ticket on multiple occasions and on all those occasions she issues him a fine. One day he manages to catch her as she is issuing him another fine, I guess he kind of had a bad day already that day and said a bunch of mean things to her. One of which stuck out to her and became the main plot of the story. He said something along the lines that 5 people in your life shape who you are and that you are what they are. So, she tries to find her five people that make her, her.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear all that, I got carried away”. you apologize realising that you probably shouldn’t have shared that much detail.

“I do darling, continue”. he says as he gently pats your shoulder.

“Well, she thought she had five people at first but when she went home to visit her father, she realised she had 1 person out of 5 due to some drama with her bff and her ex. Later in the story she finds that her 5 people are her dad, her neighbour, work colleague and the guy that started it all for her, his name is Tristan. Well, that as far I got to in the story, I have last few chapters to read. I do hope her and Tristan end up together.” You try to summarise the whole story as quickly as you can.

“That is very interesting and really deep”.

“Yeah, I love that kind of thing and self-reflecting”.

You spent the rest of the hour playing with Luna and talking to Javi. Until the thought of wanting to ask him for a photo had come to mind. “I was wondering if I could take a picture with you, if not I completely understand. It’s just that I am a big fan of yours and I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t manage to capture a photo to remember this day”.

“Of course, we can no worries”. “Here let me grab your phone”. “Do you want one with Luna in it as well?” “Sure, that would be amazing” you say. “Come here Luna” Javi grabs Luna and says, “everybody say cheese”.

Once you were done taking photos and Javi handed your phone back, you checked the time, and it was nearly 10pm remembering that you needed to stop by the grocery store. “Oh, I guess, I better get going need to stop by the grocery store on the way home and it closes in an hour. It was lovely to meet you Javi, truly you are an amazing person you deserve all the success and recognition you are getting.”

“Thank you I really appreciate you saying that. Which store are you heading to if you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh, the one next to the gym”.

“Look … I need to buy some food for Luna, so I don’t mind giving you a ride home, if you wanted too of course”. He says your name.

“That would be lovely but are you sure?”. “Yes, I am sure don’t be silly I wouldn’t have asked if it weren’t the case sweetheart”.

“Thank you, that is very kind of you”.

“I will get all of Luna’s toys and we can head to my car. Do you mind holding Luna?”.

“Yeah sure, no worries. Come here sweet angel”.

You walk towards the parking lot, holding Luna who had fallen asleep from exhaustion and all the playing she did. You see his car and it’s a burgundy Porsche Panamera. It fit him well as it was sporty, timeless, minimalist yet with a touch luxury. As you stand next to the car waiting for him to unlock the door a cold breeze makes you shiver.

“Are you cold sweetheart?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit chilly but I can manage”.

“Hold on let me take Luna off you I will put her in the back so she’s cosy”.

He opens the back door of his car, settling Luna down and as he gets out, he holds a hoodie. “Here you go darling, put this on it will keep you warm”.

“It’s not a big deal truly, you don’t have to-” he was so sweet and thoughtful in this moment making your cheeks turn rosy from shyness. Javi cut you off stopping you saying anything else.

“I want to darling, okay? so put this on right now”.

“Okay, as you wish sir” you say letting out a giggle, as you pull his hoodie over your head, you smell the aroma of his scent. His scent was now all over you, his hoodie was oversized on you it felt like a warm blanket hugging your body. This small gesture made you feel a tingling sensation in your stomach, was this the feeling your friends were all talking about when you asked them about their relationships or how they knew their partners were the ones. The butterflies in your stomach? You’ve never experienced anything like that not even with your ex’s.

You are now in the car, as he is driving on the main road headed to the supermarket. The ride is silent but no awkwardness it didn’t feel weird not saying anything, most of the time you felt like you didn’t speak enough so would always feel pressured to try to make meaningless conversations with people so that they didn’t think you were quite or weird. With Javi you felt like you didn’t need to say anything, the feeling of comfort as words were not needed right now. You were in the moment connected much deeper than any words could be spoken right now.

“Alrighty, here we are” he says as he pulls into the parking spot, clutching his car.

Luna stayed in the car whilst you and Javi went to the store. He did suggest getting a trolley to use for both of you, but you insisted on using a basket instead as you didn’t want to buy too much only what you had written on your list. You and Javi went to different aisles to get your essentials, you were now walking down the ice cream aisle where you had spotted your favourite ice cream which you didn’t end up getting.

Javier walks up to you “are you ready to head to the tills…?” “Yes, let’s go” “Actually you go ahead I need to grab one more thing will meet you at the exit” Javi says.

“Ok, I’m going to go pay for my things, will wait for you at the exit Javi”.

You both checkout at different tills, you had finished scanning your items and paid for them first. Now waiting at the exit, wondering why it is taking Javi so long to pay and why is he packing his groceries right at the till, when he could do it once he got to the car.

“We can head to the car, querida”. “Yeah, let’s go”.

You both walk back to the car, you glance through the window to see if Luna had woken up, but to your surprise she was still sleeping like an angel. “Look at her sleeping Javi, she is smiling in her sleep must be having a nice dream” “yeah, it really has been a long day for her bless her she didn’t get to sleep from all the playing she did all day”.

“Give me your shopping bags querida, I will put them in the trunk for you”. “Thanks, that is really sweet of you”.

You wait for Javi to load shopping bags into the trunk as you are seated in the passenger seat, when he gets into the car, he has something behind him. “Hey, guess what I got?” “Javi, what is that behind your back?” “I said guess darling” “Ummm… treats for Luna?” “What? No” he giggles “Surprise, there you go sweetheart thought you would like that” he pulls out a tub of chocolate ice cream that has small heart shaped macarons. “No way! you didn’t Javi, how did you know?” “I saw you in the aisle looking at it as you picked it up and placed in back into the freezer”.

“You are the sweetest man I have ever met; this is my favourite ice cream I’m embarrassed to admit this, but I eat the whole tub of it within 30 minutes of opening it”. All you could think about is how caring and thoughtful he was for noticing such small detail that meant so much to you. No guy has ever been this attentive to you, they only cared about one thing which was to get into your pants. Not that anyone succeeded but Javi is different he is kind-hearted with the purest soul.

“Nothing to be embarrassed of querida, you make me laugh. I guess it must be good ice cream”.

“Oh, it is amazing Javi trust me. You should try it sometime.”

“I believe you sol” Javi really wanted to say mi sol (my sunshine) but had to remind himself that you were not his, not yet anyway. He sure as hell wouldn’t let a girl like you slip away trough his fingers. He had to figure out a way to see you again and spend time with you without coming off as a weirdo. He was intrigued to learn more about you and grow a connection. Fuck he wanted to taste that ice cream from inside of your mouth.

Both of you put your seatbelts on and Javi starts the car. The ride home is silent again as both of you are deep inside your thoughts thinking of each other. How was it possible that two people who desire each other so much had no clue that they both wanted each other. All that you and Javi had to do was talk to one another but as both are afraid of making a wrong impression stayed put. Of course, both of you were single and were drawn to one another like magnets.

You wanted to invite him to your flat so he could try the ice cream, but it was too late, and he probably had errands in the morning. Anyways he probably wouldn’t be interested anyways, he was Javi Gutierrez after all he probably has somebody at home waiting for him. You would do anything just to be Javi’s girl.

A though lingered in Javi’s mind that what if you had a boyfriend or a girlfriend and that thought completely infuriated him because he wanted you all for himself. What person would let their beautiful girlfriend sit alone in a park on sunny day.

Now as you are approaching a residential area Javi breaks the silence. “Let me know where to turn querida” “Take a next left, right here yes” “Okay, now where?” “Keep going straight, that building in front” “This apartment complex?” “Yes”.

As Javi parks his car in a parking spot in front of your apartment you say “well thank you for everything Javi” you get out the car but so does Javi. “It’s my pleasure querida, hold on I will get your shopping bags out of the trunk”. “There you go …” “Thank you again Javi, wait I forgot about your hoodie here hold this” you smile at him. “No, you don’t need to give it back, keep it I’ve got plenty of them, not a big deal sweetheart”. “Okay well thank you, I better go inside” you say awkwardly as you swear you thanked him about 100 times, this man really knows how to treat a woman.

As Javi is about to get into the car, he slams the door and jogs to you as you are about to open the door to your apartment. “Hey, will you be at the park tomorrow?”. “Yeah, I’m there most of the time, I will be there at 6pm. Why did you ask?” “Just wanted to know, I guess I will see you tomorrow. Have a lovely night”. “You too, see you tomorrow”. He waits for you to go inside before starting the car engine.

Tomorrow? What does he mean by see you tomorrow. No way he wanted to see you again. There is no way this day is real; you must be daydreaming. You think to yourself as you head through the door of your flat. You felt like your heart was about to burst out your chest.

However, no matter how unrealistic and surreal this felt it was very much real. It had happened and you had real proof, the pictures that you took, you go through them finding one where you, Javi and Luna have tongues out making a silly pose, you scroll to the next photo to only realise it’s a short video of him at first and then turning the camera to you holding Luna and giving her kisses.

Now as you try to fall asleep, you are thinking of what to wear tomorrow and how to style your hair, whether you should wear makeup or not. If this is all just a dream you would rather never wake up from this dream.

Thoughts? Would anyone be interested in part 2? Thank you for taking your time to read this fic. LOL finally got the courage to post this.

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