#javier gutierrez x reader

[ravensmadreads]

Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

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TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

[nerdieforpedro]

My Teddy Bear enjoys Leather

Javier Gutierrez x plus size female reader

This fanfic is for 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 892

Warnings: established relationship, unprotected P in V, riding, oral sex (male receiving), fingers and HANDS (did we expect different from me?), the color red, edging, cockwarming, breath play, Javi G is his own warning (I’m not sorry I had him say any of it!)

Summary: Your boyfriend Javier has deemed it appropriate to finally ask you for something important to him.

Notes: I am a sponge. There was talk of what one might do with a different Pedro character’s nose. I was being a menace in a friend’s DM and thought: “I should take some of these mini drabbles and make something with it.” That friend of course was @lady-bess and she encouraged me. 😆 So here we are with splashes of noses, @morallyinept ‘s Javi’s special room and my own spin on things because Javi’s color is red baby. ❤️ @rhoorl helped me with some translations because I already have trouble with English, I need all help I can get for Spanish because fee be it from me to butcher a beautiful language.🥹

Main Masterlist / Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

You’ve never been one to kink shame. You’ve also never been asked to use leather in this manner either. Javier Gutierrez has been the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. He only raised his voice in bed when your hand slipped off his chest while you were riding him and grabbed his neck. You apologized but he of course told you not to worry about it. Javi never wants you to fret or feel bad about anything.

He spends an equal amount of time between your thighs and buried in your cunt. It was after spending another night with him, your tongue slid down his shaft following the vein on the side of his cock down to his balls, waking him by nibbling on the skin lightly with your teeth. So there was another time Javi raised his voice waking up with your ass and swollen pussy from the night before staring at him. He reached out, two fingers parting your folds to see your core twitching while your moans were muffled by your lips nipping at his foreskin. Pausing to raise your head, you looked up at Javi whose chest was heaving along with the soft swell of his belly.

“Buenos días mi amor (Good morning my love). Te estoy dando besos dulces (I’m giving you sweet kisses). I need to focus. Don’t touch me yet Javier.” You said plainly, watching him to ensure he took his hand back. “Put them behind your head.” Javier’s eyes dilated as he interlocked his fingers and placed his hands behind his head, watching as your mouth took in his cock swirling your tongue about the head before starting to swallow more, bobbing your head. Javi resisted the urge to thrust his hips, trying to keep still as possible. He needed to keep from cumming, to watch your thighs drip with slick arousal from taking him so deeply, your fingers grasping his thighs where your nails were digging into his skin. The sensation was too much for poor Javier.

“Quierda (sweetheart)!” Was the only thing he was able to say over and over, watching you drink his spend and it dripping from your mouth.

This was the moment Javier decided to ask you into his special room - private room. He’s never shown this room to anyone, just collecting pieces to use, many of them he couldn’t use by himself.

It was a beautiful dinner, you wore the red dress that Javier enjoyed on you, it was strapless with an asymmetrical split. Exposing much of your thigh and leg when you walked and sat, jiggling as Javier watched you walk across the room to the sealed door that had a keypad on it. He entered his code and opened the door. All manner of leather straps, flogs, bells, lined the wall, two harnesses hung from the ceiling. Your eyes were wide from shock.

“Mi vida (my life). I want more of you did the other night. Command me. Restrict me. Some pain is fine, so long as it is from you. This room has all the tools you will need for this.” It’s not something you’ve ever done, never really entertained the idea of it. But if it’s for Javier, your sweet, never asks your for anything except your time, boyfriend. You could at least try.

Now you’re on a circular bed in this sealed room with Javier Gutierrez, a red leather collar placed around his neck meant for breath play. You’ve told him not to touch himself and not to touch you either, even though you long for for them to knead your rolls and folds like he always does, you’ll abstain for him if it brings him greater release. Standing above him naked, you just have him using his perfectly angled nose to tease your clit, but he cannot use his mouth, “Javi, mi bueno niño (my good boy). I’m going to take you in now. You listened so well.” A kiss to his forehead earns you a sigh from him, your palms run along his arms up to his shoulders, centering yourself over his dripping cock. Using him to soothe the ache inside you, your hips became flush with his. “Let’s sit together in your special room. Touch me but don’t move me or your hips.”

Javier’s hands kneaded your back and hips as his mouth, being careful not to move you as instructed. He had a request, he wanted you to do it for him, to him. The breath play worried you, is there a possibility you could hold it too long?

“Cariño (dear). Please, just one time.” Javier pleads with you. Explaining that you’d never done that before and you didn’t want to hurt him, he shook his head. “Mi amor, you could never hurt me. Just pull on my collar enough to make the bell jingle at the end while you sit a top of me, taking me so deeply.” As you warm his cock, you grip the red leather strap connected to the collar, wrapping it once around your hand you pull, cutting his air a bit as his cock twitches wildly inside of you. “Más por favor mi amor (More please my love). You hold my life in your hands. Milk me, have my air, use my cock to come.” Rolling your hips slowly, begins a new chapter with your leather teddy bear Javi.

The fic by @morallyinept is called Door Number Three that helped inspire this. One of her giflets. ❤️

Some peeps who may want to see Javi in red and working that nose 👃: @secretelephanttattoo @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @avastrasposts @pedroshotwifey @megamindsecretlair @alltheglitterandtheroar @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @yorksgirl @goodwithcheese @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @trulybetty @fhatbhabie @readingiskeepingmegoing @harriedandharassed @survivingandenduring @soft-girl-musings @heareball @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

[creedslove]

Bringing Pedro boys to meet your family for the first time. My heart is just melting thinking about those confirmed men being nervous and whispering to you in searching for some comfort and reassurance.

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, Dave York x f!reader

A/N: this is soooo cute I love it 💓❤️

Javier Peña: Javi would be nervous and praying that no one from your family has heard about his reputation or something like that. Of course once he's there, he's not gonna show it, throwing charming smiles here and there, he is able to make your mom giggle and even if he claims he is not good with kids, for some reason your little cousins are obsessed with him

Joel Miller: he's every girl's dream husband and every mother-in-law's dream son-in-law and yet he still manages to feel anxious? As if your family was crazy and wouldn't like him. Truth is: he is afraid of not being good enough, so he's worried you'd find someone better or your family thinking you could do better, but of course that would never happen because you love Joel more than anything in the world and your family knows that, and above all, they recognize how hard-working he is and how lucky you are for getting a man like himself. Also, he's very skilled at making barbecue and he also offers himself to help repairing a few things here and there. Oh, and the little kids from your family can see right through his grumpy face and beg him to bring Sarah over next time so they can play

Agent Whiskey: Jack used to be loved by his first wife's family, so meeting the parents, relatives etc wasn't much a big deal as he felt comfortable and at home with them, so he was very relaxed to meet your family too; he knows some people might like you and some might not and it's okay, no problems at all. When he gets there: driving the Bronco, cowboy boots, hats and aviators, everyone finds him kinda funny, but he is able to win them over as soon as he opens his mouth. He charms the ladies - in a respectful way, of course - impresses the gentleman with his polite and smart conversations and of course entertains the kids with his lasso tricks, he also brings your mom a bunch of fresh, sweet fruits he picked up from his own ranch and a bottle of the Statesman's finest for your dad

Javi Gutierrez: Javi G doesn't go to meet your family, he flies your family to meet him. He doesn't want to be pretentious he just wants to be nice and give your family some spoiling, because he knows they deserve it as much as you do. He would prepare the best accommodations for them, the best menus his employees could ever prepare and also yeah, he would rent an actual movie theater so you all could watch your favorite movies together

Dave York: sure, your boyfriend is an assassin and that might be a deal breaker for some people, so that's why you decide your family doesn't actually have to know that, instead, you just tell them your good, handsome government agent boyfriend is coming over on the weekend to meet them. Dave can be nervous, but he is definitely not showing it to you or anyone. He knows how to keep his shit together, so he will put on some good clothes, get his face smooth and well-shaven, and display one if his big and beautiful smiles and face the challenge. Your family likes Dave, he's very clever and nice and they are happy you found each other

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[sin-djarin]

Sunday Rundown

Good morning/afternoon evening and happy Sunday and first official day of spooky season! My favourite time of year 🕸

Fics I've read this week that I enjoyed. As usual, most are 18+ and please heed the authors individual warnings - my tastes may differ to yours and that's okay!

Joel Miller

No Closer Could I Be To God by @proxima-writes

Looking Back by @eupheme

Sober by @sweetercalypso

New York or Nowhere by @beskarandblasters (new chapter)

Happy Birthday by @trulybetty

body language by @cupofjoel

Five Days by @morallyinept

Ghost by @mrsquill

Marcus Pike

Can't Sleep by @moralesispunk

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo

machine wash warm by @idolatrybarbie

Javi P

Su Favorita by @morallyinept

Javi G

Diamante by @kiwisbell

Din Djarin

Tempered in the Fire by @ladamedusoif (new chapter)

What I got up to this week:

We apologized for Santi this week. But @imaswellkid said the only thing he should be apologizing for really is his 🍑and so you can see his and Frankie's NSFW versions here.

I don't know what it is, blame Autumn or whatever but I've been feeling some type of way about Marcus this week month, year in all his Autumnal Glory.

Wishing you all coffee, tea, and sweet treats this Sunday. Please remember to do something nice for yourself, you deserve it! Thank you for all the reading, laughs and smiles you've thrown my way this week.

Becca 🤍

Personal bits and pieces:

I saw A Strange Way of Life on Monday. I swear the whole thing felt about ten minutes long. The credits rolled and I was like no...it can't be over already?! But seriously, it's unbelievable. There is so much depth to both characters. The colours are amazing. Silva's soft eyes are something to behold on the big screen. I hope you all get a chance to see it very very soon!

Also a question for my followers that are Stateside; why is candy corn so divisive? I had some last night and it's...good? I can't pinpoint what exactly it's meant to taste like but I'm not mad at it!

I have a real love/hate relationship with Sundays. I kind of struggle to relax on Sundays because I get anxious about the week ahead. It's also hair washing day for me and it takes a long time. But I make an effort to drink some decent coffee on a Sunday so the good outweighs the bad, really.

I'm ready to start swinging at tumblr at this stage. I feel like I'm missing stuff when things on my for you should be on my following tab. And the notifications are still seemingly broken so I hope y'all see this.

Anyways, I wish you a good week in whatever you get up to!

[rosepascal]

yay to 1K!! 💙

don't know what this would fall under but which character do YOU think would be a sugar daddy?? 👀👀

as a current broke bitch living in corporate america i'd dig a sugar daddy rn lmaooo

Ooo okay im gonna cheat a little bit because I have multiple answers but i mean...its fine

Number 1 sugar daddy is Jack Daniels. Alright here me out. The Statesmen got money and daddy whiskey is a top agent so he's got money too. Sure some of that is the Statesmen but it is a business too soooo. Anyways Jack gives off such old school rich vibes where he doesn't need to buy pointless luxury items to flaunt his money. He has one nice car, nice suits, designer glasses, his apartment is nice too. He's a complete gentlemen and he has no issue dropping money on you while treating you like royalty. Sugar Daddy Jack Daniels got that metal credit card u know.

Okay next I think Dieter Bravo would be a sugar daddy. He's rich rich. He's hollywood rich. He's also wild as fuck so he does buy all the designer brands and spends money on weird rich people stuff like a tanning bed in his own home. Yet he deadass wears target robes and crocs. He'll spend money on you left and right. You even look at a pretty necklace in the window store? It's yours. You mention needing a new purse. He has 7 ones lined up for you to pick from, but it doesn't matter what you choose because they're all yours anyways. He craves your company and always wants you by his side at every club and every party he goes to. He's unhinged as fuck but he loves you.

Max Lord would be suchhhh a sugar daddy. He loves his son don't get me wrong but the man needs more and he's got a lot of money so he sees no problem in dropping money to make you happy. I can see you being his assistant and though he pays nice it's not enough to keep up with school debt and rent. So Max helps with all of that and more. He buys you pretty clothes and expensive jewelry because you work for him and he wants you to look your best at meetings. He buys you a new car because you take the bus to work. He buys you flowers every week. (He can do all that but can't buy suits that fit)

Javi Gutierrez is a sweet sugar daddy. He doesn't act like your typical rich guy. He throws nice parties and lives in a beautiful home but he's a little awkward and a total teddy bear. He will by anything your heart desires. Even if you tell him you don't need it. He wants to buy it for you. He loves seeing you so happy and your eyes light up.

Oberyn Martell!! He's literally a prince. He has as much wealth as he could ask for so of course he'd use it on a sugar baby. He's irresistible. He's suave and charming. His money is an after thought but he pays no mind to it. He wants you in the fanciest clothes with the shiniest jewelry, living your best life with him. Yes he has other lovers but that doesn't take away from how loving he is to you. There's plenty to go around of Oberyn.

[merz-8]

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 🩷

[redahlia-writes]

it's all happening. | javi gutierrez

Abstract: “You know, if you get bored of the industry, you’d make a great motivational speaker,” you hummed, and he chuckled, bowing his head a little.

“Oddly enough, not the first time I’ve been told that,” he admitted, shifting back–you missed the weight of his hand right away, curling your fingers over your lap as you hunched forward ever so slightly. “But before I get bored, I’d like to work with you.”

Words: 2.9K

Content: f!reader (actress); unedited, general anxiety, insecurities, meet cute (question mark), javi being comforting, cursing

A/N: this came to me in a dream. i did write it on a sort of rush and also with a fever/flu thing going on, so be merciful, i don't know how coherent it can be

also on AO3 - masterlist

reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated. you can send it here, too

The door creaked when you opened it, making you flinch your eyes shut as you slid inside.

“Careful,” a deep voice called from inside the barely-lit room, and you jumped around, eyes opening wide as you let the door accidentally slam behind you. “Your dress.”

“Shit–sorry, didn’t think anybody would be in here,” you whispered breathlessly, one hand coming up to rest above your hammering heart. You looked down then, the hem of your dress caught inside the door. A lovely dress, really, with rich, soft fabrics you only dreamt of when you were a kid–at the moment, though, it only felt like a hindrance. “Oh, for Christ’s sake,” you muttered to yourself, with a roll of your eyes.

“Need a hand?” the voice came again, a shuffle of shoes against the floor as the person stepped forward. You looked up then, and in the low lights coming from the setting sun outside the window you managed to make out a head of carefully styled curls, a jacketless suit, a loose tie–up a little more, a concerned, gentle expression.

“That’s alright, I’ll–I can find another room,” you said quickly, turning the handle–the door creaked again, the tension on the skirt of your dress being released once it was freed from its clutch. “Sorry to bother you.”

“It was no bother, really–you can stay,” he said, a little sheepish. “Better not to risk running into whoever it is you’re hiding from,” he offered, a grin in his words that made you chuckle and, albeit after a moment of hesitation, close the door again–this time, you pulled the dress inside with you, fabric rustling under your touch.

“I’m not hiding from anyone, I was just–” with a sigh, you stepped deeper in the room, kicking off your shoes at the third too-loud noise of the heel. “I needed a break from the crowd. Everybody is so–”

“Drunk?” he offered at your thinking pause, making you chuckle softly.

“I was gonna say loud–guess the two go hand in hand,” after another moment of pondering, gaze shifting over each seat of the room, you opted to sink on the floor instead, dress pooling around you. You used to dream of times like this.

“Is that all?” he wondered, gentle-voiced, lowering himself by your side. You arched your eyebrows and looked up at him mid-sitting, and he froze. “Sorry, it’s just–you don’t seem to be so thrilled to be nominated for such a big prize, and on your debut nonetheless,” his posture stiffened slightly more at his words, and he shifted to his knees with a worried expression. “Not a creep, I swear, I’m–”

“I know who you are, Mr. Gutierrez,” you said with a soft smile, and accepted his extended hand. It was warm, engulfing yours almost completely as he shook it, shoulders relaxing–though his expression shifted, a half-grimace as he sat down fully.

“I’ll never get used to that–call me Javier, please,” he held your hand–or you held his, you weren’t really sure, its warmth oddly soothing–a heartbeat longer, then pulled back. “Javi, actually, even better,” your smile widened, both hands curling against your chest.

“Alright then, Javi,” he shot you a bashful grin, resting his back against the wall.

His attentive gaze made your dress suddenly feel less constricting, and you eased back as well, letting your hands fall to the ground to support yourself. It felt like a paradox–dressed in such a beautiful gown, but sitting on the floor like a child. Perhaps there were certain things one never grew out of.

“So, is something wrong?” he asked carefully, still gentle, and you let your eyes flutter shut, head tipped back.

“I guess I’m just nervous,” you hummed, and let yourself lean back more and more until you were lying down on the floor–your stylist wouldn’t be happy seeing you like this, but you trusted your ability to fix everything that needed fixing before getting out again. You groaned softly. “First time–always hated first times.”

“Anybody’s nervous at their first nomination,” tilting your head slightly, you watched as Javi shrugged, one leg bent to prop up his arm. “Actually, every nomination is nerve wracking. You get used to it,” you chuckled, the sound coming from that part of you that still could not believe all this was happening. And then you sighed.

“It’s not the nomination itself–I mean, that too, it’s–” you covered your eyes with one hand, face scrunching up in a grimace. “Frist time. First nomination. What about afterwards?” you groaned softly again, dropping your hands to your sides and staring up at the ceiling–you could feel Javi’s gaze on you, and at the corner of your eye you could see his head slightly tilted. “Sounds so stupid said out loud.”

“It doesn’t,” he reassured, his hand tapping gently the back of yours closest to him. “What about afterwards?” he echoed then, shifting as if to get closer.

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” you admitted in a lower voice, before taking a deep breath. “But if it does happen–that’s what everybody will expect of me from now on, is it not? Outstanding performances, grand films, this debut over and over again, and–what if it was a one time thing? What if I’ll never reach this level again? I’ll just disappoint people. The industry. Whatever,” you exhaled, a hand rising up to your stomach, where the knot had tightened with each word and it had made your body tense up again. “God, you must think me so dumb for complaining about this–I feel dumb for complaining about it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, and–”

“Just because it’s something you wanted, doesn’t mean it can’t be scary,” he brushed across the knuckles of the hand you still had at your side, then chuckled softly. “I had a gun pointed at me, and waiting for the winner after my first nomination still scared the shit out of me,” at that, you pulled your head up almost too quickly. He cleared his throat, shaking his head dismissively. “Another story, it’s–which role did you audition for, initially?” you frowned again, and he tapped one of your fingernails. “Humor me.”

“Side character–the one that gets killed off halfway through the movie,” he grinned, expression somewhat softening.

“And then?” he tapped again, this time a little higher, right above one of your rings.

“I got a call back,” you shrugged. “They had me read for her again, and then needed a stand-in for the main character during somebody else’s audition, and I was there.”

“And then they picked you,” the last tap was against the back of your hand as he leaned forward, and with a sigh you let your head drop back. “You didn’t have enough faith in yourself to try for the main right away, but they saw right through you.”

“It was just luck,” you murmured, fingers drumming across your stomach.

“Was it, though?” you saw him shift slightly on his spot, sitting now cross-legged, his knee resting against the fold of your dress. “I think casting saw it as fate, rather. And talent.”

“I get your logic, but I can’t help wondering if this’ll be a one-off,” there was a pause at your admission, and then Javi’s hand slid underneath yours, holding it with gentleness.

“I don’t think it will–there’s something here, something great,” you found yourself sitting up with the help of his hold, a newfound fierceness in his gaze that shimmered ridiculously in the low lights. “Nick thinks it, too.”

“Nick?” you frown, and then realization dawns on you, sending a shudder down to the pit of your stomach. “As in, the Nicolas Cage?”

“Yes,” he said it as if it were the most obvious thing, with a little shrug of his shoulders. “Actually, it was him who told me to watch your film. Said he saw that something.”

“Fuck me,” you hissed, eyes widening. “Sorry, just–oh, God,” the hand he wasn’t holding rose to your chest, averting your gaze as you took a slow breath in–Javi squeezed your hand then, a centering force that made you exhale. “It’s all happening.”

“It’s all happening,” he repeated, and then, looking at each other, you both said:

“Almost Famous,” followed by soft laughter, your body leaning forward until you rested your forehead on his shoulder–and prayed none of the make-up would transfer on his white shirt.

“Don’t let it get to you–the expectations, or whatever it is you think you must do to appease others,” another squeeze and you straightened your back, meeting his gaze. “There’ll be really really bad movies and then really really good ones, it’s just how it goes, but you gotta keep going, you have–”

“Something?” you smiled then, tilting your head slightly. He smiled, bashful all over again.

“Talent–a gift, and you know how to use it,” his nod was as reassuring as the pressure of his hand, and you had the fleeting thought of asking him to stay at your side for the rest of the night if it helped keep your nerves in check.

“You know, if you get bored of the industry, you’d make a great motivational speaker,” you hummed, and he chuckled, bowing his head a little.

“Oddly enough, not the first time I’ve been told that,” he admitted, shifting back–you missed the weight of his hand right away, curling your fingers over your lap as you hunched forward ever so slightly. “But before I get bored, I’d like to work with you.”

For a moment, you had to wonder if it was a joke–because despite the ease of your conversation, of his mere presence, he was the guy who could call Nicolas Cage just Nick, such a known face and name that, in any other circumstance, would’ve had your gaze lowered in awe. But then again you were both sitting on the floor, his tie was askew and he held your hand before panic could truly get the best of you–so why would he?

“Thank you,” you murmured, and his smile turned wide and bright. Tentatively, you reached over for his tie, fixing it with a careful touch. “Has my crisis stopped you from going anywhere?”

“Oh, no,” he chuckled, tilting his chin slightly up to make your job easier. “I’m hiding from the press until the ceremony starts–I’m avoiding questions about my ex.”

“I’m really not looking forward to that,” you hummed, tightening the knot before fixing his collar, too. “Questions about your personal life sound like hell.”

“See? You’re already thinking like a big star,” he grinned, making you scoff. “You get over it–or you run away. But not tonight.”

“No, not tonight,” you nodded, before inhaling deeply. “Alright, I better go then.”

“Very well–the extra loud cheering you might hear will be mine,” he said, almost beaming. You scoffed again at him, dismissively, and pulled yourself up. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” you reached for the closest lamp–tall and intricately adorned–turning the light on to make sure you could fix your dress properly. It wasn’t wrinkled, a quick brush front and back ridding it of the few specks of dust clinging to the fabric.

Javi was looking up at you, dark eyes wide and soft, his hair still tousled and his lips slightly parted as he leaned back against the wall. It wasn’t odd anymore, feeling somebody’s gaze on you–but warmth still spread from your chest to your limbs under his gaze, an hesitation in your step as you went to recover your shoes, too.

“Could I get your number?” you staggered a little and caught yourself, clearing your throat as you looked away, then back, then away again.

“For work, or is there another reason, Javi?” you tried, voice a little lower–shy, almost, but not quite.

“Little bit of both?” he admitted, that sheepish smile returning to his face. “Depends on how tonight goes, I’d say,” he added, and laughter caught you by surprise, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. “You said no jinxing,” he seemed to be justifying himself, though his smile betrayed him. Boyish, almost.

And, truthfully, you wouldn’t have minded either of the options.

“Give me your phone,” you stepped back towards him, hand extended–he was quick to fish into his pocket, recovering his on-mute phone and handing it to you. “Is this Mallorca?”

“I have a place there,” after a moment, he stood too, a few steps from you as you typed in the number. “I haven’t been in a while, actually.”

“Then if it happens,” you offered his phone back, tipping your chin up just a little, “perhaps you could do that to show me around. I’ve always wanted to go.”

Javi decided he liked you more with confidence straightening your back.

“Deal.”

A few hours later, he watched you walk across the stage once your name was called, smiling wide and breathing quickly, but your head held high–he was too far back for you to see him from there, but he smiled back, cheering so loudly the table next to him turned with surprised expressions. You hadn’t prepared a speech, which he could’ve guessed, and with shaky hands you held the statuette in one hand, the microphone in the other, a list of thankings falling from your lips.

“And lastly, I want to thank the person who held my hand tonight in a dark room while I was spiraling,” though he was sure you couldn’t see him, you still were turned in his direction–and he smiled, while a few chuckles rippled through the crowd. “I guess you do owe me a trip now. And a story,” voices drowned out by his focus fully on you–your gaze lowering to the prize, the wide smile pulling at your lips. “I just can’t quite believe it yet–it’s all happening.”

[ironmandeficiency]

pedro boys + at the pool

pedro boys included: oberyn, javi p, frankie, max, pero, jack, javi g

word count: 789

summary: just modern au thoughts on how some of the boys would act at the pool

a/n: this is not what i thought i’d be writing rn tbh but at least it’s something. there should be more content besides this posted by the end of the week

oberyn — this cheeky bastard can hold his breath for longer than humanly normal & uses this ability to dive under & scare you from behind. is also one of the best at packing snacks and typically has a frozen cocktail or wine within reach at all times, probably munching on a handful of berries (either blackberries or green grapes usually). will be the last one in the pool long after most think it’s too cold or too late. makes the BEST pool day playlist you’ve ever heard & it keeps the vibes high the whole time. any party hosted by oberyn is guaranteed to be an absolute rager & that sentiment never disappoints.

javi p — doesn’t take his shades off for anything. usually relaxing in a donut floatie with a beer (water if you fuss at him enough) in hand, but can be convinced to get in more if the water feels nice. enjoys sunbathing like a lizard & never needs sunscreen; he just tans and looks like a god afterward. just for the sake of laughter, he will push you into the water and laugh when you sputter indignantly at him. you quickly forgive him once you see his smile, knowing that those used to be much harder to bring to the surface.

frankie — he’s also a floatie guy & will be much more relaxed with his little girl sitting on it with him. otherwise he’s sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water, hyper vigilant in case she needs him. she won’t need him, simply because frankie put her in swim classes as soon as she was old enough to learn & might as well be a fish. he brings extra towels, sunscreen, drinks, popsicles, snacks, and even another pair of sandals. the delta guys laugh at his overpacking… until that uncrustable starts calling their name (cough cough BENNY cough). does enjoy a good chicken fight once he’s got a beer in him. it’s either him & benny against will & santi, or any combination of them against baby girl morales (the defeats here are extra dramatic and it makes her laugh every time).

max — he won’t swim in a public pool. period. he will refuse & fight the idea until hell freezes over. instead, he will either charm someone into letting you both use their pool, or will have a private indoor pool built exclusively for your shared use. this also eliminates the need for sunscreen or worrying about privacy. gets a hot tub built in too & it’s hard to convince him to get out of it most times. will paint the bottom of the pool black and it’s such a trip the first several times you swim in it.

pero — it takes a lot to convince him to actually swim, the spaniard much more content to lounge in the sunshine. one run-in with a sea urchin on the valencia coast made him reasonably apprehensive of swimming in large bodies of water. to him, other people’s unattended children can pose the same level of danger & annoyance as various sea creatures. will swim when it’s almost empty of people, enjoying the solitude that comes with calmer waters. he floats on his back just relaxing, but the moment you dunk him, it’s game on and he fights dirty.

jack — him at the pool can be summarized in one word: showoff. he is proud that he can still flip off the edge & will gladly brag about this feat. if there’s a diving board, even better. he is a champion at playing chicken and every non-newbie statesman agent learned the hard way at a summer retirement party for agent lager. was not allowed to be in charge of the playlist after that party because it did not go well (he played “what’s new pussycat” by tom jones on repeat for 20 minutes because of an inside joke). when he’s finally ready to relax, he chills on a massive floatie with a drink in both cup holders and a straw cowboy hat on his head (think kenny chesney vibes).

javi g — he hosts the BEST pool parties hands down. everyone in attendance is always kind because javi prioritizes everyone feeling safe while having fun & security takes their job very seriously when it comes to not tolerating bullshit. plenty of snacks and drinks (alcoholic & otherwise) are provided for everyone, and the music is the perfect mix of hype and chill to keep the vibes just right. there are fairy lights and torches scattered around, and a cabana exclusively for when you and javi sneak away from the hubbub to find some privacy. when a few stragglers wake up on his floor the morning after, he provides them with breakfast & money for a ride home like a gentleman.

[nerdieforpedro]

Can't win cariño

Javier Gutierrez x GN reader

Rating: Teens and above

This blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 819

Summary: Javier whisks you away for a vacation. Your stubborness leads to some change in plans, but it's Javi. He always manages to figure it out and find one solid way to question his judgement.

Warnings: Javi G being himself, fluff, very soft, two food mentions (because it's been a while - I've got to maintain my Nerdie food cred)

Notes: This is from the wonderful blerb @frenchiereading gave me to work with. Hehe 😘 Your next one will take a bit longer. I did use a few of the pictures you had in the ask moodboard. Do you remember which ones? 🥸

Main Masterlist / Javier Gutierrez Masterlist

“Por favor (please) just a week. Una semana mi amor (A week my love).” Pools of russet eyes framed with sienna tufts of curls wore you down in bed. He could ask you for anything with those orbs. You’d tell him you would think about it and you would. In less than two minutes you’d agree but it did still count. Sort of. 

This time, Javier has whisked you away on a much needed vacation for you both. Work has been mentally draining per usually and even Javier who exudes positivity like a ball of sunshine was a bit dim after back to back meetings with different producers who kept wanting to change different scenes in his scripts which would alter core parts of what he’d written. He didn’t tell you where you were going until you reached the airport. The two of you had gotten in one of the international lines and finally when your tickets were uploaded on your phone, you squealed. 

"Saint Lucia!"

Beautiful white beaches, perfect temperatures, the resort was immaculate. The first day and a half was wonderful as you settled in with Javi and explored a bit. Your first mistake was not checking what temperature the ocean water might be and the second was despite jumping in the water and discovering it was frigid, you splashed around as Javi watched from the beach, wisely only dipping his feet up to his ankles. He was trying to have you come back in after twenty minutes, but it was too much fun. The contrast between the warmth on your shoulders and the cold water splashing intermittently on your body was much too enjoyable. It was over an hour before you finally emerged from the water.

It didn’t happen at first, after coming back in and showering, the two of you showered, ate lunch and cuddled with a movie on the sofa. The sneezing started, followed by the stuffy nose and chills pms shaking you to your core. By the time the sun set, you refused to get in bed with Javi as you hadn’t listened to him and now were ruining your vacation together. A shivering mass under blankets is what you’ve been reduced to. It’s horrible, you feel horrible and you know as sweet as Javier is, he would never tell you I told you so or express his frustration while you didn’t feel well but you know he had to feel both.

”Cariño (sweetheart), you’re coming to bed or I’m joining you on the sofa. I will not sleep alone.” Javier had his arms crossed with a stern look on his face. It’s not a look you saw often, only reserved for when you’re being stubborn like now. You pulled a blanket partially off your head to expose your eyes and top of your head. You kept your nose and mouth covered to try and control your germs. 

“I’m not gonna get you sick. I need to stay over here. I’m so sorry Javi. I hadn’t been able to play around in water like that for quite awhile. Let me stew in my ick here.” The same pout that had let you on this trip, now was looking back at you. Your retreat inside your blanket cocoon was swift to avoid it. Javier was not one to give up. Settled inside the blankets, you cursed your sickness only to feel then ripped from you and a sudden exposure of air to your skin. He pulled the blankets you’d wrapped around yourself off in one go, a triumphant smile was on his face as he plopped down next to you. Your body turned away from him in protest, but he grabbed you from behind and stretched his arms around you with the blankets.

”No escape mi cariño. I’m in your burrito now.” The hair from his mustache ticked the back of your neck as your body relaxed. You did try like always to fight, but you weren’t going to win. The two of you fell asleep on the sofa, your backs angry with you the next morning. After breakfast, Javier ran you a bath and heavily encouraged that he wipes you down, then applies vapor rub to your chest and doesn’t let you wear more than a robe. When you asked why, he replied, “since you soaked yourself in cold water yesterday, you should air out for the day.” This leads to the two of you not leaving your room and Javier assisting in regulating your body temperature multiple times. Best sleep you’ve had in quite a while though.

Over the week, your cold runs its course and Javi takes you around the island to explore instead of just the resort. He never did get sick, you wonder how he managed to do it. Javier describes some soup that involves iguana tail and chicken feet.

You decide that your cold was not that bad.

[flightlessangelwings]

La Estrella de mi Vida Masterlist (complete)

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

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

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

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

Each chapter has more specific warnings too.

Total word count: 15.6k

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

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

To stay up to date on when I post, feel free to also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates

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Part 1 💦

Part 2 💦 

Part 3 💦

[littlepadika]

All mine are about one man

At the end of his party, you and Javi V behind this bar and he’s telling you that you have to be quiet if you want him to keep touching/fucking you

Nic goes into town and you and Javi have play time in the pool

You meet Javi on the cliff to smoke, jump and have him bend you over a boulder.

He’s mad at you for something- maybe you baited him to see what would make home break? so he has to punish you

I’m sure you can come up with something for this one

This could be a soft one

I think about Javi on his knees, you pushing him down there and making him stay until he gets you off at least once

And finally, letting Javi take you on one of the couches in this living room

AHHHH ALL OF THOSE ALL AT ONCE

Warnings: Dom sub dynamics

He's pushing you down on the rough canvas covering the new furniture.

"Javi... the movers will be here any second..." You giggled as his cool hands snuck under your shirt. You're sweaty from lifting things and the heat of the day.

"They are at lunch." He planted kisses along your stomach. "I have to have you, princesa. It cannot wait."

"Such a needy boy." You run your hands through his hair lovingly. You loved seeing him staring with that oh so submissive gaze. He would do anything to touch you. He pauses his motions, silently begging you to let him go further. He'd been at your mercy since you pulled his orgasm from him this morning, setting the tone.

"P-please." He has the courage to speak. You cup his cheek gently and he turns and nuzzles his face against your hand.

"Preciosa..." you use his word for you. His eyes widen and he licks his lips. "If you can make me cum, right here, in our new home... well... you just might get another treat before bed."

:)

[pettyprocrastination]

I just know Javi G has a fancy ass home theater complete with a fancy shamcy popcorn machine. I know it in my heart and soul. he will make a big bowl (with exrta butter because he likes it like that) to share with you during movie nights and its so cozy you usually end up falling asleep in his lap

[egcdeath]

hiiii i’m writing more drabbles so send me a pedro pascal character and a prompt and i’ll write you something!

[sabinemorans]

So I just saw The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent…

Would anyone wanna read Javi G stuff? 👀

[carusolikey]

Paddington 3: Lost in Mallorca, Part 3/5

Pairing: Javier Gutierrez x afab!fem!reader

Rating: Explicit / NSFW 18+ (No Minors)

Summary: A sexy day in the life of Javi, his afab female partner, and their adorable little puppy. The fantasy is the reality - what would it be like to be Javi's one and only, to laugh and play, and get down with your bad selves (wink, wink - nudge, nudge)? You two feed into your love of movies, tv, and popular culture, as well as your ooky, kooky, spooky sides! This is fluffy and smutty, best of both worlds.

Warnings: A bit of rough sex/smut (fingering, fem penetration, oral [m + f receiving]), food play, 18+ only content, able bodied fem afab reader, alcohol consumption, pet names, fem can be carried, consensual "bondage", some use of y/n - but not in all, though consensuality is implied and intended through actions and reactions, no protection used / committed relationship

Additional Warning: Author has a weird sense of humor.

Word Count: 12,500 + (Sorry?)

Part 4 Here

Masterlist Here

“There’s Orion’s belt - I always think that it’s a bow and arrow that he’s holding, but I read that it’s supposed to be a shield in front of him, and that he’s holding a club raised behind him. It’s certainly more gladiatorial, but if I had to choose a weapon, I’d definitely be inclined to be a stealthy archer!” I ruminated aloud.

“No, no,” Javi started, “That’s Las Tres Marías, The Three Mary’s - Mary the Mother, Mary Magdalene, and Mary Salome, who are all said to have visited the tomb on resurrection day.”

“Oh! Really? I could see that.” I felt him nodding behind me. “Well, the upside down ‘W’ over there - that’s Cassiopeia, in her upside down thrown in the stars. And I have that very same constellation in freckles on my arm, right here.” 

I held up my left arm to show him, and he traced the ‘W’ over the few inches it took on my forearm, then gently guided it up to his mouth and gave me sweet little kisses down my arm to the palm of my hand.  

Taking a slow breath, enjoying the gentle kisses, I asked, “Is there another name for that one, too?”

“No, I don’t think so. But that one over there is La Osa Mayor - the bigger female bear, literally, but ‘The Great Bear’,” he pointed towards Polaris, the North Star.

“Hmm. The Big Dipper. Interesting,” I mused, taking a moment to think, “Do you remember that episode of Reservation Dogs, when Bear was on his spirit quest, and met with Maximus?” Javi hummed, “uhhh,” so I continued, “Maximus was obsessed with the Star People, and took Bear to observe the sky for potential UFO sightings. He told Bear that, in ‘order to observe the universe you have to look to the past.’ That ‘we’re all just echoes of things that came before.’ Should I go on about their discussion about The Big Dipper and the Star People, or do you remember any of that?”

His eyes were on me, crinkling as he grinned, fully engaged and attentive, “No, no, go on - I kind of remember, but I like listening to your reenactment.”

I could feel my cheeks getting warm under his gaze, as well as my dopamine spike with that compliment. But, the show must go on, so I bit my lower, not my upper lip - I don’t do that anymore, we all know that’s uncomfortable and looks weird - and continued.

“Okay, so when Bear pointed out The Big Dipper, Maximus told him that ‘what white people call The Big Dipper is actually a boat that helps them on their journey.’ And ‘the Milky Way is a passageway to the source of everything.’ We’re all just energy. And when Bear asked why the Star People created people, Maximus told him that they did it ‘to prove the point that we can still love through everything, and we should be proud of that.’ After that Bear asks how the Star People could possibly know, and Maximus tells him that ‘they just feel it. Love can just be’.”

I sighed. “It’s such a beautiful sentiment. That show deserved all of the awards.”

“All of the awards?” Javi queried.

“Yes! All of them. It was perfect. The actors, the story, perfectly paced, well balanced - just so full of heart.”

Chuckling, Javi began, “It was a very good show. You’re right, there was a LOT of heart.”

“Exactly.”

“You cried a lot. Sometimes at kind of weird times.”

“Not at weird times. Normal times, Javi. Human - normal feelings times.”

“Well…” he teased.

“There were some powerful emotions to work through - and I know which episodes got you misty, too, Señor Gutierrez, ” pouting, but not really, I crossed my arms.

His chest rumbled, and Javi let out a laugh that could warm you up on a cold day. He held his hand out to me and spoke softly, “Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí, a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.” (“How you must have suffered getting used to me, to my lonely, savage soul, my name that sends them all running.”)

My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped slightly - I recognized this.

He continued, letting the words drip off his tongue, “Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes.” (“So many times have we seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the twilights untwist into spinning fans.”)

Lifting his hand, he brushed my hair behind my ear, then used his index finger and middle finger to tenderly play with some curls starting along my forehead. “Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote.” (“My words rained over you, caressing you.”)

It dawned on me, that he was quoting a poem I recognized –

“Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado. Hasta te creo dueña del universo.”

(“I have long loved your sunny mother-of-pearl body. I even believe that you are the owner of the Universe.”)

This is Pablo Neruda.

“Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues, avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos.” Javi gave me a kiss on the neck, and another, and I sighed. (“From the mountains I will bring you joyful flowers, copihues, dark hazelnuts, and wild baskets of kisses.”)

Baskets of kisses, of course. Pablo Neruda, Veinte Poemas de Amor y Una Canción Desesperada - the book of poetry Javi got me, so I could practice translating. I didn’t remember which number this poem was, but I tried to remember the name, “Every Day” - something.

“Quiero hacer contigo,” this was driving me bananas trying to figure out, and feeling Javi getting closer to me, and feeling his burgeoning discourse in other not so subtle ways, I was loath not to have this figured out. (“I want to do with you…”)

Every Day You Play! Yes! Yes! I remembered! This was bookmarked on my bed stand, and I’m pretty sure that while translating it I had written “Hot!” with two underlines beneath it. Not only that, but my brain had a moment - a moment, upon realizing this, where I couldn’t decide if I was okay with the fact that Javi had memorized part of this sexy little poem for me, that was in my book, on my side of the bed. Was this a breach of privacy? Am I overreacting? Is he too much? No, wait - he was helping me translate it. Never mind. Everything is good. Everything is all good. 

“...lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos,” finishing the last line of the poem, Javi leaned in closer and I melted. (“....what spring does with the cherry trees.”) 

Hearing it in Spanish, hearing it the way Javi recited it - low, almost a whisper in parts, smooth, but with a slight edge, rising and falling in time with the rhythm of the poem, like waves against the beach. As the soft, low lights pulsed around us, the stars and the moon gave us a glow from above and the lapping waves below, and a warm blanket of humidity streamed around us in a calming current.

My heart, beating out of my chest, could not be contained - I looked him straight in the eyes, put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine, immediately kissing him. He put his hands on my waist and jerked my hips right up against his, pressing his hard cock against the front of my pubic bone. Releasing a sigh at the mere pleasure of being smashed skin to skin against him, he took the opportunity to start kissing down my neck, all along my favorite spot, and I felt the electricity all the way down. His hands explored my body, grabbing a little more roughly when I reached into his hair with my nails, and pulled him closer so that I could nibble his ear. 

Javi groaned, but did not back away from my love bites - instead, he let his hand wander down my body, his middle finger circling outside of its favorite vacation destination: my vagina, in case I needed to be clear. This is not a timeshare property, and it is not available for AirBNB, because it is currently under contract. Oh my god. I accidentally bit the side of my cheek and yelped, as Javi gave me what can only be described as “the flickening”. I shook my head, and reached into the water to start using my hands on his dick. Javi’s eyes widened, as he watched my breasts delicately jostle together just above the water line, and his mouth opened as I mimicked a motion to make him feel like he was entering a never ending pussy.

“I… I need, ah. I need to, ah, to - ah. I need to, to touch your breasts,” he struggled to get the words out as he slowly raised his hands, making squeezing motions, and looking a little bit like he was imitating a grizzly bear.

Bursting out laughing, I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and Javi quietly said, “Oh noooooo,” but I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to have at it. He was immediately happy again, as he kneaded my breasts with both hands and put his face between them. Because sometimes, grown men revert to a child-like wonder when it comes to women’s bodies, in a really nice, consensual way.

After a few minutes of having my body worshiped, my breasts massaged and nipples reverently tongue-lashed, Javi kissed both, placed his hands on my shoulders while giving me a kiss on the forehead, and spun me around gracefully - making sure to hold onto my waist so that I didn’t slip in the water. A little shocked from the sudden turbulence, I lurched forward and steadied myself with both hands on the side of the pool.          

“Ah, that’s perfect, cara mia! Stay just like that.”

Feeling Javi’s hand still on my waist, I turned around to give him a questioning look, “Mon cher?” 

He looked back at me, eyes sparkling, mouth turned up at the corner in a half grin, and gave me a wink. Using his penis, he started rubbing from my clit to my vagina, very gently, back and forth - I turned to face forward, because I realized I was starting to hyperventilate a little. Always remember to breathe from your diaphragm when you’re having sex, am I right? (Yes. I’m right.)

I prepared myself for that big dick energy, for that perfect, beautiful, hard cock - kinda wishing that I could see Javi’s face, but it’s fine, I knew that he would take good care of me. Just then I felt him reach up and grab my hand, I turned just my head, and saw him go from biting his lip to looking absolutely delighted, as I gave him a taste of his own medicine with my own sassy wink. 

While gazing into my eyes, he pushed into me and I let out a pleased moan, “Oh, ah, fuck!” 

Encouraged, Javi kept pushing, slow, strong, steady with intent. My moans became steadier, too, and he started to go just a little bit faster, a little bit harder. “Is this what you want, querida? Do you want me to make you cum?” 

His dick was so hard, and he just kept pumping into me from behind, unshakeable in his ethic. I nodded while groaning into a particularly pleasurable thrust that felt like it was somehow hitting my clit from the inside.

“As you wish,” and he jerked me upright, thrusting one of his hands onto my lower abdomen, while his other arm wrapped underneath one breast and grabbed the other, kissing the back of my neck. The hand he’d placed on my lower abdomen splayed as it slowly made its way down - he continued aggressively driving up into me, his middle finger unlocking the rapidly escalating twinges and contractions at the heart of my devil’s doorbell, that threatened to send us both into our la petite mort, our süsser tod, our la pequeña muerte!

Like Dr. Frankenstein, throwing the switch and declaring, “It’s alive! It’s alive!” A thousand little lightning bolts emanated from my clit, my vagina, rippled through my body, and I heard Javi give a long satisfied sigh, feeling the familiar throb of his dick, ejaculating inside of me as my grip on him continued undulating. As the waves came to a gradual, very slow stop, I leaned back against Javi and turned my face to meet his. Leaning down, he gave me a few forehead kisses, then a nice, deep kiss on the lips. I sighed happily, and then he made an exaggerated happy sigh mocking me. 

“Hey! Are you making fun of me for being happy?” 

I pushed forward a bit and sunk lower into the water, placing my crossed arms on the edge of the pool and laying my chin on top, like a sad puppy.

Javi giggled, following me to the pool’s edge and standing right behind me. 

He started to rub my shoulders and back, “Never, ever, ever. But I love the sound you make when you’re happy, satisfied - content. And I especially love when I’m the one who causes you to make that sound. If I could, I’d make it my ringtone. And I’d make you cumming my wake-up alarm.”

“What?! You are so wild! Can you imagine that going off during one of your meetings?” I laughed while enjoying my massage.

With a deep breath, Javi said, “Mmmm, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I can. I think I’d be a lot more productive. I think it would definitely help get me out of the office sooner. Probably have a lot more half days at work.”       

I shook my head and chuckled at the absurdity, “I’m not letting you record me during sex for a ringtone.”

Javi tilted his head, with a playfully curious look on his face, “But you’re saying this is something that would be an option for other - reasons?”

“How about, and I’m going to use office speak - let’s table this discussion for the time being. Let’s stick a pin in it, ‘kay?” 

My face, provided a pretty definitive, ‘hot pass, buddy’ look of closure on the subject.

Throwing his head back, Javi laughed like one of those two old guy Muppets who hang out in a balcony together and heckle the other Muppets. Of course, I couldn’t resist laughing at him - laughing at me. He squeezed my shoulders, then took his finger and traced the outline of the small flying bird tattoo I have on my right shoulder.

“Ah, mi hermosa paloma -" (my beautiful dove)

“Pies, para qué los quiero, si tengo alas para volar?” I raised my head and lifted my arms, giving Javi a rebellious look. (“Feet, what do I need them for, when I have wings to fly?” - Frida Kahlo)

“Sí, muy bueno - but where do you want to fly?”

“To your shoulder, I’ll perch there like a parrot. But we’ll have to get you an eyepatch, a cool jacket, a fancy hat with a feather in it, maybe? Or if you don’t want to be a gentleman pirate, go full black leather - like Taika Waititi in Our Flag Means Death. Honestly - I’d be into it either way,” begging a little, “Let’s please not stick a pin in this idea because I love it.”

Laughing, Javi gave a thoughtful response, “Okay. Yes, I can go along with this. I like the idea of being a pirate. Plundering and pillaging booty,” as he said this, he started to reach down towards my pussy.

I gasped, modestly covering my breasts with my arms and taking a step back, “Not mi tesoro!” (“Not my treasure!”)

We both laughed and Javi leaned over, kissing me on the cheek and taking my hand in his.

“When you were talking about Reservation Dogs and the constellations, it got me thinking. The stars are always the same, but they’re interpreted many ways by different cultures. They don’t even consistently have the same names, except in the world of science, astronomy.”

“I think it’s fascinating - this is the type of knowledge that I wish I could just take a bite of and eat because it’s so delicious,” I enthusiastically responded.

“Okay, yeah!” He chuckled at my out-there analogy, “Well, there’s another set of constellations,” I looked at him quizzically, “but they’re art-based. There’s an artist by the name of Joan Miró who painted a series of works called ‘The Constellations’ during WWII, just months after the Spanish Civil War, while Miró was exiled in France - the whole timeline is just this mess, of him starting them, and then having to complete the works after retreating back to fascism in Spain when the Nazis invaded France. BUT at the same time, despite everything that was happening -  these two wars, his own brother-in-law being shot by a firing squad by the militias in Spain - his works are joyous, full of this surrealist expression of love, wonder, nature, and the beauty of life,” Javi was exuberant in his description, and it was impossible not to be moved.

“Please, tell me - we can see them? The paintings are somewhere close?” officially, I was excited.

Javi hemmed a bit, “Ah, well. Yes and no. The Fundació Joan Miró is in Barcelona.”

“Ohhhhkay. So this will need to be a weekend trip.”

“No. No, no. I want to take you tomorrow. The ferry is too long, we don’t need to be on a boat for 8 hours that’s - too long. We can just have a fabulous day trip. I’ll set up the helicopter. Zip, zip. Easy.”

Giving him a look, I started, “Javi, is that really the greenest way to travel?”

“I know, I know - you like to walk everywhere, ride bikes, rideshare. Would it help if I said the helicopter was solar powered?”

Letting out a disbelieving guffaw, I replied, “No, I don’t think so - I think that makes it worse. You know that I love the ocean - from a distance. That’s how you respect it. All of my greatest fears are ocean based. I have a very bad feeling about the durability of a vehicle in flight being simultaneously solar power based.”

“Okay, it’s not solar powered, so I’m glad that I technically did not say it was solar powered.”

“I’m sorry - I’m stuck on this solar powered helicopter crashing into the ocean, because it got cloudy,” with one hand nervously rubbing my forehead, I went on, “Giant Squid - ginormous eyes, the size of dinner plates. Beaks for MOUTHS. BEAKS.”

“I promise no panels.”

“Parasites and ocean based brain eating bacteria.”

“Uh, is that a thing?”

“You bet your bottom dollar.” I pointed at him. “THE ABYSS.”

“We’re definitely not going there.”

“Gary Busey.”

“Are you just naming things that pop into your head, now?” he squinted his eyes, and attempted to frown, but I could see - he was cracking a smile.

“If you have to google it to check, then I think that makes it even more of a viable threat.” 

I looked at him, he looked at me, we looked at his phone on the towel at the side of the pool. 

“Are you gonna google it?” I raised my eyebrow and smirked.

He looked back at me, and doubled down, “No. Not at all. But - we’ll take the non-solar powered helicopter tomorrow, that way you’re only over the ocean for 2 hours total. Otherwise, with the ferry - that’s 16 hours of potentially sinking into the abyss and into the loving arms of Gary Busey,” he shrugged and gave me a knowing look.

“Oh my god!” I pretended to be exasperated, but then smiled, “Okay. Yeah, that sounds really nice, actually. I’ll set up a dog sitter. But, Javi…”

Cautiously, he crossed his arms, “But, Javi what?”

“Can we get out of the pool now? I’m famished. Pretty sure you worked up a pretty good appetite, too.”

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I need more Javi Gutierrez in my life 😭