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odetodilfs · 1 year

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Beach day

So finally a Javi Gutierrez fanfic!!! This was the request of a friend of mine on discord, so all thanks to him for coming up with the plot. You take your boyfriend Javi to the beach, but he had other things planned out other than bathing in the sea...

Pairing: bottom Javi Gutierrez x top m!reader Warnings: Semi-public sex, praising and very hard sex

“Javi, come on!” you shouted at him, he was taking forever to get ready for the beach day he’d proposed, “Coming, coming” he shouted as he ran down the stairs, “There” he said, goddamn, he looked stunning, “ready to go?” he asked “Yeah” As you went to the beach you looked at him driving, he always looked sexy driving, but the shirt he was wearing made you feel feral. When you arrived, you carefully spread the towel over the sand and placed down the umbrella, you put on some sunscreen and laid down to look at the sea. Soon enough, Javi scooted over to you until he was on you, “Hey;” he smirked, looking at you then roping you in for a kiss, a very long and wet one “Javi! We’re in public!” you exclaimed, “There’s no one here other than the fish in the sea” he whispered against your ear, goddamn was he making you horny.

“I know this turns you on” he teased, sliding his hand under your shirt as he smirked, this was enough, he had got you past your breaking point, you were gonna fuck this man on the beach, whether it was a fish, a seagull or a person who saw it, you took him and placed him on his stomach, “Don’t give what you can’t take baby” you whispered, he immediately started moaning and blubbering as you grinded against his ass, “The lube’s… in the bag…” he said, or rather moaned, you dragged the bag towards you and sure enough, it was there, “My baby had it all planned out hm? Then let’s give you what you want then” you said as you flipped him on his back and started lubing up his ass for your cock.

“Please- please-” he begged, not knowing what he begged for, “I’m gonna fuck you darling, just wait” “Oh please do- please” he moaned, his confidence wasn’t there anymore, he just needed you inside him. You started to press your cock against his ass, “Oh fuck-” “Shh, you can take it darling, come on, my beautiful boyfriend, you can take this” you praised him, you knew your ways with him and he always became yours when you praised him. You started to go in, gently to not hurt him at first, but you sped up once you saw he was bucking onto your dick as well, after a minute, your dick was up to the hilt inside him, “Yes-” Javi moaned as you started to thrust, “F-fuck- bury that dick in there- fuck me-” he begged.

You started to speed up and started praising him, “Enjoying that? Such a pretty little thing like you deserves to enjoy every minute of the day, and I'm gonna make that come true” you whispered in his ear as you started pounding him, he was past the point of coherent sentences by now, just focused on your words and your dick in his ass. You didn’t care if anyone saw you, your objective was making your man feel good.

His hole around your cock was making you unsure you were gonna last very long, he always somehow so tight and the way he squeezed your cock, “Baby- agh- mghhh-” was all he could say, you were fucking him so hard the towel on the floor was being messed up and you could no longer hear the sound of the waves on the sea due to the pounding you were giving him, he was sure as hell not gonna be able to walk properly for a day, “You like that, Javi?” you asked him, he loved it when you said his name when he was a moaning mess, or the questions you asked him you knew he couldn’t answer with the amount of pleasure he felt. There was sweat trickling down his head and when he could finally mutter out a coherent sentence he said “H-harder- please-” you did not expect him to want it harder, but it was what he was asking for, and you’d do just about anything to please him.

You started pounding him as hard as you possibly could and he was no longer moaning but screaming in pleasure, “Fuck- don’t- stop!” he screamed,

“I’m not baby, don’t worry” you said reassuringly, as softly as you could since you were pulverizing this man’s ass, you weren’t sure you were gonna last much longer, “I’m- gonna- cum!!” Javi screamed as you fucked him, “Cum for me baby, let me see you cum for me” you said, still not ceasing the pounding, “Oh fuck!!!” he screamed as he came harder than he ever had, it even reached your face, as you licked it off, the taste drove you over the edge and you came inside him with one huge thrust. You stayed locked together, recovering from the exhausting fuck, “Are you okay, Javi, does anything hurt?” you had been real hard on him this time and you were worried now that you came back to your senses, “No, I’m alright, but I’d be better in your arms” he made puppy eyes, you rolled your eyes, “Come here” you signaled him as he went over to you and curled up in your arms, you looked at the sea until you fell asleep with the sound of waves and seagulls filling your ears.

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mirasantidotes · 1 year

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Messy Annotations - Chapter 1

(GIFs not mine)

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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sinpathyforthedevilish · 6 months

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Las mañanas contigo

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Female reader

Genre: Fluff, Fluff and Fluff

Summary: Javi waking you up with his kisses

A/N: I couldn't sleep so this came up while I stayed awake the whole night.

What if you are sleeping in your boyfriend's bed when you are woken up by Javi, who sits beside you, peppering kisses from your back to your shoulder and snuggling his nose in your neck.

"Buenos dias mi amor," he would whisper, carressing your shoulders as he pulls away your hair fron your shoulders so he can keep splashing your skin with his lips.

"Mmm Javi..." You moaned happily, leaning back your head to him like a cat who wants more strokes. "Que hermosa manera de despertar asi," you tell him. You know how much he loves your spanish. You can feel him smiling proudly as he kisses your right shoulder.

"You look so beautiful I couldn't help it," He purred in your ear as his body leans more against yours. "What if I want you to stay in my bed all morning, huh?" He breathed in your cheek, pulling up your chin so he can softly kiss your lips. "O quédate asi conmigo toda la vida," He traces more kisses from your chin down to your neck.

"You have a deal, mi cielo," You replied softly, turning around as you wrap you arms and your legs around his body, never letting him go way from you.

Buenos dias mi amor : Good morning my love

Que hermosa manera de despertar asi : what a beautiful way of waking up like this

O quedate asi conmigo toda la vida : or stay like this with me my whole life

Mi cielo : my darling

#Javi gutierrez fluff #javi gutierrez scenario #Pedro pascal fluff #Pedro pascal scenario #Javi gutierrez x reader #Pedro pascal fanfic

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morallyinept · 3 months

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A list of all my favourite JAVI GUTIERREZ Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

The Narrative - @toxicanonymity

The Beach - @laureliciousdefinition

Poolside - @joelscruff SugarDaddy!Javi

Baker Wonderland - @integra1127grimmreaper

Behave Yourself - @ladybess-a03 AFAB!Reader

On The First Date - @max--phillips

Two Hearts By The Ocean Series - @nerdieforpedro

Little Notebook - @tightjeansjavi

Win A Date With Javi G Part 1 & Part 2 - @wardenparker & @absurdthirst

Double Trouble - @booburry Featuring Dieter Bravo

Fine Art - @lincolndjarin

Slow - @morallyinept

Two Hearts By The Ocean Series - @nerdieforpedro OFC

Crimson & Clover - @gasolinerainbowpuddles

A Baker's Dozen - Javi G - @avastrasposts

Are You Alright, Honey? - @javigutierrez

Hiccup - @morallyinept

Door Number Three - @morallyinept GN!Reader

Twelve Hand Symphony - @gasolinerainbowpuddles

And They'd Find Us In A Week - @freelancearsonist

My Teddy Bear Enjoys Leather - @nerdieforpedro

Te Quiero - @morallyinept

Homage - @morallyinept Blind Reader

Something Old - @fhatbhabie PlusSize!Reader

Send Out The Morning Birds - @ghotifishreads Featuring Joel Miller

The Sweepstakes Javi G - @katareyoudrilling

#javi gutierrez #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez smut #javi gutierrez fluff #javi gutierrez tuwomt #tuwomt #jett's fic recs #fic recs

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sirowsky · 10 months

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--Turning Corners--

Description: You're working at an electronics store and you're not having the best day. But an interesting encounter might just change that. Javier Gutierrez x named Female Reader.

Rating: Teen Warnings: Meet cute, reader has some serious issues with her name, some swearing, mostly fluff. Word Count: 2775 Author’s Masterlist

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Whatever had possessed your parents to name you Samson, like the biblical character with the magic hair and all that, will forever be a source of anger to you. Especially since they’d had the audacity to die when you were just thirteen years old, leaving you unable to question them directly, and feeling ineffably guilty about even considering changing your name, even now, twenty years after their demise.

Having to explain to every single person you have even the briefest encounter with, that “no, it’s not short for Samantha, actually” has become such a massive irritation to you that you’ve stopped explaining it. You give them that phrase and then nothing more, leaving them to try and guess, which no one has yet to succeed at. It’s the only amusement you know how to derive from the disaster of a circumstance.

You work in an electronics store, meaning you have to wear a nametag, which is probably why the subject comes up more often than one might think. Your customers certainly seem to think that each of them is the only one to ever bring it up. And today is no different. Little old ladies, while cute, are the worst customers you encounter.

“No, ma’am, this blender is a basic level one and doesn’t have those features, I’m afraid,” you explain when she points to the one that she wants to buy, asking if it has an ice-crushing function.

“But I need that for my smoothies,” she persists, so you direct her to the cheapest one of the products that does have that feature, because you’re sensing that this is gonna be a money issue.

“That’s twice the price of this one!” she exclaims, proving you right.

“Yes, ma’am. The machine needs more stability and a better engine in order to work hard enough to break ice, without overheating.”

“How preposterous. A hammer can do it without a problem, and those costs almost nothing these days,” she huffs, and you refrain from telling her that, unfortunately, a hammer won’t fit inside such a small machine.

“I’m afraid that’s just how it works, ma’am.”

“Well, then I’m not buying,” she says, acting all offended, as if it’s somehow your fault that you can’t magically produce a cheaper version. “And I must say that I’m very disappointed, Samantha.”

She says it like a grandmother admonishing a family member. They all do, and that’s exactly why you hate the little old ladies. And because you’re fed up with it, your response ends up being extremely rude.

“Actually, my name is Samson, and although I know all about magical hair, I still can’t make money appear out of thin air, and I sure as hell don’t have any say in how a single item in this store is priced. So, don’t make it personal, ma’am. I’ll happily direct to our manager’s office if you wish to make a complaint, but don’t try to punish me for something that I am not responsible for.”

She stares at you in utter disbelief, both during and after your little tantrum, so you walk away, leaving her standing in the aisle with her mouth hanging open. If this gets you fired, you couldn’t care less. This job is soul-draining and you’re already looking for other opportunities.

But later in the day, you still haven’t gotten any reprimands or notifications, so you assume that she was simply too stunned to complain, and you decide to try and just shrug it off. Still, the confrontation has left you feeling hurt, for some reason, so while you wander around the store in the afternoon, supposedly available for customers to ask questions, you’re actively trying to avoid everyone you see.

That is, until someone nearly runs you over.

You’ve just turned a corner, coming out of the vacuum-cleaner aisle, when a tall man rushes past you so quickly and frantically that he shoves you backwards without even trying to. Just from the force of his movements. He realizes his mistake, however, and somehow manages to reach out and catch your hand, just as you’re about to fall backwards.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, please forgive me, Señorita,” he babbles while he steadies you, placing both his hands on your upper arms once he’s stopped you from tipping over backwards.

You’re not the least bit angry with him, though. This sort of thing happens now and then, when people are rushed, looking in all directions instead of where they’re actually going, and the only time that it vexes you, is when they just keep going as though nothing’s happened.

“No worries, sir. I’m fine,” you assure him, just as your eyes meet his, and suddenly you’re locked in place in between his warm palms on your arms.

He’s absolutely gorgeous.

Hispanic and deeply tanned, with golden brown curls framing his chocolate eyes, wearing a white singlet underneath a pale green short-sleeved shirt which is hanging completely open, with crème colored linen shorts on the bottom. You half expect to find him wearing flip-flops on his feet, but he’s actually wearing really nice sneakers that match the color of his shirt.

“Are you sure?” he asks, sounding more desperate than you’d expect from someone merely inquiring about a stranger’s wellbeing.

“Is there something I can help you with, sir? You seem… rushed,” you try, not sure if he’s in a hurry, scared, or perhaps just lost in the maze of aisles.

“Oh, you work here!” he blurts out after finally clocking your nametag. “Yes, yes, I need to find a dinosaur!”

For a moment, your mind goes blank with that, because this is an electronics store, not an archeological museum. Do you even have anything that relates to dinosaurs? He sees your befuddled expression and starts hurriedly trying to explain.

“Is a toy, but not really a toy. More like… a little robot! It sings and changes color and… Fuck! I am not explaining this right…” he rattles off, and then takes a breath to re-center himself.

He lets go of your arms to put his hands together in front of his chest, probably in an effort to help him focus, despite his stress.

“It sits on a wall and helps children go to sleep,” he explains, and you finally get it.

“Oh! Yes, I know exactly what you’re looking for, follow me,” you declare, happy to be able to help him, since he’s clearly out of his depth.

You could simply show him which direction he needs to go and which signs to look for, but you honestly don’t trust this guy to find his own keys right now, much less get to the other end of the store without getting lost. It has nothing at all to do with getting to be in the presence of his sparkling eyes, enchanting scent, or extremely huggable chest.

“Thank you, Señorita. Thank you so much! I am sorry for cursing, it’s not how I usually treat people,” he scolds himself while he falls in beside you.

“Don’t worry about it, sir. You’re far from my worst customer today,” you reply honestly, remembering the rude old lady.

“Javi,” he says then, and you settle for just giving him a polite smile instead of answering, because he’s already seen your nametag and you’re not in the mood to get into the whole name situation again.

“So, Javi, why the rush? I assume you have an unhappy baby at home?”

“Ay… yes. I was helping to clean up his room and I knocked the thing off the wall, and it broke, and now the baby won’t sleep, and his mother is angry with me,” he answers, and he sounds really sad about it.

“She’s angry with you about something that small? That seems harsh,” you observe, hoping he isn’t in a bad relationship, because he appears to be such a sweet guy.

“My sister is under a lot of pressure, it takes very little to anger her right now,” he clarifies, and you have to keep yourself from grinning widely, because that means that there’s a chance that he’s single.

“Oh, I see. Well, you’re sweet for trying to help her,” you say softly, hoping that your tone will help him feel better, and it does make him smile, albeit shyly.

“What else is family for?” he poses the question, but into the ether, not to you specifically.

“No kids of your own, then?” you prod, hoping he won’t think that you’re being nosy, which you totally are.

“Not yet,” he answers, still sounding very shy, so you decide to drop the subject since it clearly makes him uncomfortable.

But then he surprises you.

“What about you? Any children, or spouse, or just special someone?”

It’s an innocent enough question, but there’s something in his tone that makes you feel like he’s flirting. You might be imagining it simply because you wish that he is, though. And you’re glad to hear that he isn’t automatically assuming that you’re straight, using gender neutral terms instead of the usual crop. It makes you wonder if that’s because he isn’t straight either, or if he’s just that considerate.

“No, on all counts. I don’t really have the motivation to date right now, and most guys I’ve been out with in the past few years have been… well… unable to handle my personality, I suppose,” you offer, letting him know where your preferences lie, just in case you’re not imagining his interest.

“Why? Is there something particularly difficult about your personality?” he asks, and you sigh, because you don’t actually enjoy talking about this and you suddenly wish that you hadn’t mentioned it.

“I don’t think so, but apparently guys do. I expect to be respected and appreciated, and when I feel like I’m not, I speak up about it, and apparently that’s enough to label me difficult,” you gripe, but more sadly than angrily.

You’ve reached your destination then, and point him to the correct shelf, which seems to surprise him.

“Oh… Yes, this is what I need!” he says, and then darts off to collect the dino of the color he needs, before coming right back to you. “Thank you, but I will need help to find my way back to the checkout, I think.”

Raising your eyebrows at him, you silently turn to the left and point to the giant sign that indicates that he’s only two aisles away from the registers. It does seem like he genuinely hadn’t noticed that. His gaze drops to his own feet, and he scrapes the floor with the toe of his right shoe, looking adorably sheepish.

“Busted…” he comments under his breath, followed by something in Spanish that you don’t catch, but by the tone it sounds like he’s calling himself out on his idiocy.

You can’t help but giggle at him. He’s so disarmingly cute and generally fumbled.

“I won’t hold it against you,” you smile, meeting his eyes when he looks up again, and there’s newfound confidence in his frame when he sees that you’re not about to reproach him.

“If I ask you for your number, is there any chance I might get it?” he asks, and he’s back to sounding shy now, which somehow only makes him cuter.

“Only if I get yours too,” you playfully respond, earning you a grin so wide that it makes his entire body shine.

“Is no more than fair,” he shrugs casually, even though that grin remains unchanged.

“There you are! What do you think you’re doing, Samson? You were supposed to swap over to the registers twenty minutes ago,” your supervisor suddenly appears from one of the aisles behind you, making you jump.

Glancing at your watch, you realize that she’s right. In your eagerness to help out the interesting stranger, you’ve completely forgotten to relieve Annie from the checkout.

“Ay, I must apologize, miss,” Javi immediately answers her before you can get a word in. “I got lost here, in my hurry, and I have not allowed this lovely woman to leave my side until I found what I was looking for. I am so very sorry.”

Taken aback by his apologetic and kind demeanor, she quickly sheds her irritation with you.

“Alright, well… just make sure you don’t dawdle,” she admonishes, and you start heading for the registers at once, since that’s where Javi’s going anyway.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him once she’s out of earshot.

“Hey, you practically saved my life today, it was the least I could do,” he hums in return, and his deep voice makes your temperature rise just a fraction.

But he’s only quiet for a couple of seconds following that, and then it comes.

“So, your name is Samson? Like the biblical dude?”

You wanna scream at the ceiling, even throwing your head back and rolling your eyes in a needlessly dramatic fashion, but you keep the sound from escaping you.

“Sam. It’s just Sam. There’s no story, nothing funny, no cute anecdote, my parents were cruel morons, that’s all,” you growl, and he seems quite startled by your abrupt switch in mood.

“Forgive me, I did not realize this was a sore subject,” he immediately backtracks, making you feel bad, because it’s obviously not his fault that this is the single most annoying thing of your entire existence.

But before you’ve had a chance to voice your regret, he continues.

“I only wanted to tell you that I think it’s a beautiful name for you,” he says quietly, as if he’s trying to let you know that he’ll stop talking the moment you even hint that you want him to. “It suits your strong personality. And it is much more unique and interesting than Samantha. I really like it.”

Not one person that you’ve ever met, throughout your time on this earth, has ever heard your name without laughing, making fun of it, or telling you how much they don’t like it or how badly it sounds as a woman’s name. And that’s regardless of whether they’d had a chance to get to know you before learning about it, or not.

Which is why, hearing Javi react like this makes you want to cry.

“Thank you for saying that,” you reply, barely audibly as you’re struggling against the lump that’s settled deep within your chest.

Instead of answering, he starts to sing loudly, and it’s bad enough that it causes laughter to break out of the overwhelming multitude of emotions that are trying to strangle you, effectively pushing them aside until the joy just completely chases them away.

“See?” he grins at the return of your smile. “We all have that one thing we don’t like about ourselves. But that does not mean that we should let it stop us from having fun.”

You could kiss him for reminding you of that. Or just for being such a wonderful person in general.

Getting to the checkout, you apologize to Annie, who’s actually a really sweet young girl, and kind enough not to be angry with you. You take over her station and since there aren’t any other customers in line at the moment, you set about charging your new friend for the baby sleep-helper.

“That’ll be 29,99$, sir,” you chirp, and he pays with a blank card, which only adds to your interest in him, because you’ve hardly ever seen those kinds of cards before. “Would you like a receipt?”

“Yes, thank you,” he smiles, and when you hand him the little strip of paper, he picks up a pen from your workstation and writes something on it, before handing it back to you.

As promised, it’s his number. And since there are still no other customers waiting behind him, you pull out your phone from your pocket and dial it. Sure enough, a ringing starts in one of the pockets of his shorts, and his smile widens.

“Can I call you tonight then, Sam?”

“I should hope so. I mean, you just missed my call, I’d be offended if you didn’t at least call me back.”

He laughs softly at that, and then he reaches for your hand. When you let him take it, he merely holds it at first, as though it’s some exquisitely rare gift, and then he bends down and kisses it over the knuckles, looking up at you as he does. You can’t tell if it’s a gesture of respect, or a taste of what intimacy with him would be like, but either way, it makes every inch of your skin tingle.

“Until next time, Señorita.”

THE END

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Thank you for reading and helping me celebrate! I wish you a wonderful day <3

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curiouser--and--curiouser · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 7 - Oh, What A Night

Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Flufftober Day 7: Movie Marathon

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.6k words

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

“Are you ready, darling?”

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

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

Tonight was the grand premiere of his second movie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, let’s do this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” Javi replied, almost in disbelief.

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

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

“I love you too, Javi.”

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

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years

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Pedro Pascal & more,

X reader fics.

Javi Gutierrez

Golden Javi’s been gone from you for business. When he comes home, he makes it up to you the only way he knows how. 5k. Smut.

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thot-of-khonshu · 2 years

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(Hi fellow 30 and up person 💖)

I literally watched massive talent today and I’m in love with Javi 😭 He is a bit awkward and kinda nerdy, that’s my type of man lol

Anyways how about Demisexual!Javi realizes that he has feelings for reader

Hi!!! Oh my god Javi is the absolute sweetest thing. He’s so suave on the outside with such a sweetness when you get to know him ❤️I don’t know why I’m in such a movie mode but heres some drabble about watching with Javi ❤️

It would totally happen while watching a movie. I’m imagining a romcom like When Harry Met Sally which Javi has surprisingly not seen before.

The two of you start off on opposite ends of the couch, you sneaking glances at Javi to see if he’s enjoying the movie which he is. But during the movie things start to click.

When you see Harry and Sally on the phone with each other every night, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, you realize you and Javi do that so often it’s odd if he doesn’t call at this point.

You realize that even though you work so closely together as Javi’s assistant screenwriter/personal shopper/errand girl/unpaid therapist you never tire of him. Hell, you had just spent a grueling 12 hour work day with him and to unwind you spent it together.

You look at Javi in the corner of your eye and notice that he’s looking at you too. Shit, you’ve been caught. But can he blame you? You notice how soft and wavy his hair looks, have his lips always been that fluffy?

He asks to share the blanket you’re snuggled in and you can’t even muster out a “yes”. But here he is, close to you like he’s always been but there’s so much electricity you’re burning up. You can swear you still see him stealing glances in the corner of his eye and when the New Years scene happens?!

“I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

The barrier is paper thin. Neither of you can hide it anymore. You make up some small talk after the movie about how great the dialogue was and how you’d love to go to New York City in the fall. He suggests going together but quickly takes it back so he isn’t so forward and you realize you’ll have to make the first move. It’s a constant game of cat and mouse with your dialogue, of pretending you don’t care about each other the way that you do.

So when he walks you to your car to head home, you ask him if he’ll still call you tonight. He says absolutely with no hesitation and that he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

And with no hesitation, you wrap your arms around his, meet his and he melts into you as if he’s been dreaming of this moment.

#Javi Gutierrez #javi Gutierrez fluff #ask bea #pedro Pascal #pedro Pascal fluff #drabbles

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djarinxore · 1 year

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my fav fics/fic recs

Joel Miller

Seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin

I’m Starving, Darlin’ by @me-and-my-bullet-journal

Cowboy Take Me Away by @alt-verara

Elementary by @guess-i-have-to-go-model-now

Joel masterlist by @toxicanonymity(TW)

Joel masterlist by @chaotic-mystery

Breaking the Girl by @cinematicgf

how to treat a girl by @whrsmym1nd

Jealousy, Jealousy by @atinylittlepain

frisk-y by @bits-and-babs

birthday gift by @adelliet

one day ill feel alright by @joelscruff

one bed by @frannyzooey

friendly neighborhood handyman by @juletheghoul

youre my sunshine by littlelou22

My haven could be you pt1 and 2 by @pascalisbaby

this series by @pascalisbaby

Javier Peña

Perfectly Intoxicating by @gracieispunk

Es Tarde Y Te Nesecito by @gar6agef1r3

Bambi by @mendessi

swipe his nose like a credit card by @tightjeansjavi

say my name by @palioom

all work no play by @loquaciousferret

mi luz series by @pedrostylez

separation by @lokischocolatefountain

just a little game by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Din Djarin

I Only See Daylight by @millersdjarin

A Fresh Start by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Nightmare by @sofasoap

Unexpected Visitor by @livyjh

Javi Gutierrez

we reached the moon by @jazzelsaur

beautiful boy by @psychedelic-ink

not bored by @radiowallet

villa with a view by @starlightmornings

on the right flight by @prolix-yuy

Frankie Morales

homecoming series by @astroboots (when i tell you i am OBSESSED with this whole series. i have literally themed my whole phone around this series and even made a Pinterest board dedicated to it.. im another level of delusional rn and its all this series fault. thank you.)

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #joel miller x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fluff #javier peña smut #javier peña fluff #javier peña x female reader #joel miller #javi g x reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez smut #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff

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modern-day-bard · 4 months

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Worth The Feeling

A/n: Hi! This is my first time writing fanfiction and I will admit that the first few chapters are a little rocky, but hang in there and I promise it’s a fun little read. I tried to structure this story as a cutesy, lighthearted romance novel, and I think I found that pace later on. With some of the chapters containing adult content, I would ask that minors do not read or interact with my posts. There is explicit smut and fluff, and some intimidation in a couple of chapters. Other than that and the age gap (MC is 26, Javi is in his 40s), there are no other major trigger warnings. I also purposefully did not give the main character any physical descriptors, other than her being shorter than Javi, because I wanted whoever is reading it to be able to picture themselves. I found it too difficult to write the story from the perspective of “y/n.” I tried to choose a name that was hopefully racially ambiguous enough so anyone could connect with the character. Finally, if you do choose to read my story, thank you and happy reading! Summary: Ava Cohen is a 26-year-old production assistant working tirelessly to achieve her dream of one day becoming a film director. As hiatus from her last project comes to a close, she returns to set with Norwick Productions, whom she has worked with for the past four years. After a major fo paux on the first day of work, Ava is worried she has offended the star of this next production: Javi Gutierrez. She will soon come to realize, this couldn’t be further from the truth. When the cast and crew travel to Italy to film on location, the seriousness of what Ava is feeling becomes all too real, just as a new career opportunity lands in her lap. As tensions run high, watchful eyes set in, and her career is put at stake, can all of this be worth it in the end?

Content Warning: 18+

Chapter 1

I wonder if it's possible to drive with your eyes partially sealed shut. It should be illegal to be awake this early. 4:30am call time on the first day? I've been on more productions than I can count, though I fear this one will finally be the one to take me down. At least this morning we're on the sound stage as opposed to on sight in Italy. Maybe most 26-year-olds would be jumping at the opportunity to fly abroad with all expenses paid. But to me, the thought of being stuck on a steel tin in the sky for any amount of time is enough to make me consider throwing in the towel on this job all together. But I'm not going to think about that right now. I take a deep breath as I pull onto the lot. The first day on set is always the most chaotic. The amount of people who seem to forget how to do their jobs during hiatus grows every time we return. I can't judge of course, because I may soon be one of them. I've been with Norwick Productions since I was 22, and I'm already feeling burnt out after only four years. Granted, the burn out could be due to completing grad school homework until one in the morning, and arriving here before the sun came up. Regardless, my first stop is craft services for coffee. After I'm caffeinated and signed in, my duties pile high. As a Production Assistant, I'm given any and all tasks other employees didn't have time to complete. Sometimes the lack of time to complete the task was due to a lack of desire to complete it, which could lead to some pretty unfortunate chores for me. Picking up dry cleaning, faking tears over the phone to convince the fire department to give us a permit, walking talent's dogs, cleaning up said dog's poop, you name it. I even had to shave our leading lady's armpits. Twice. They take the "other duties as assigned" line on the job application to the extremes.

Talent is arriving in two hours and we still don't have everyone's trailer set up, so that is my first stop. The one thing I pride myself on is that despite being a major movie buff, I had an uncanny ability not to get starstruck. No matter how often their name was trending or how many awards these people have won, I always saw them as part of the crew. Was I a little rattled on my first set? Sure. But when you realize how helpless a lot of these rich actors are, the sparkle sort of wears off.

I typically never got a chance to read the script beforehand. It isn't a requirement of PAs, and in fact, we're not even allowed to see them every time. So until I have the call sheet in hand, I'm not sure who I am setting up these trailers for. And in my dazed need for coffee, I forgot to grab a call sheet (a huge no-no for PAs, but I'll blame it on last night's homework bender). From what I saw inside a few minutes ago, it looks like the first scene has something to do with the CIA. There were giant print-outs of the lettering all over the wall. For now, all I have to go off of is the CIA and the impending doom of travel to Italy in a few weeks. I finish prepping the two lead's trailers with a welcome letter, various snacks, and a copy of today's filming schedule. I check my watch: 6:00am. Still a half hour until they arrive. I tip my head back, taking in as much of my coffee as I can as I head toward the door of the trailer.

I swing the door open, and crash right into something hard. The movement sends my coffee splashing down the front of my shirt and dripping onto my shoes. "Shit." I hiss, looking down at my soaked t-shirt. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." A sincere male voice causes my head to snap back up. In my sleep-deprivarty, I didn't connect the fact that I had crashed into a person and not a wall. The man in front of me is taking off a pair of sunglasses, a mortified expression on his face. A face that I don't recognize. He's certainly attractive, and possibly in his forties? His dark brows are pulling together in concern, his brown eyes deep with sympathy. A rush of embarrassment creeps up my cheeks as I realize that I had walked directly into his chest when I was trying to leave the trailer. I take a step back so I don't have to crane my head to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." I say quietly, warmth still coating my cheeks. "You're sorry? Don't be. I wasn't looking either." He steps inside, ducking his tall frame under the door to enter. "And your poor shirt..." He gestures to my now semi-sheer t-shirt. I put my coffee down on the small table and cross my arms over my chest. "You don't have to worry about this trailer," I say, changing the subject. "I already prepped it." "Oh, uh, thank you." He looks confused now, and he starts shrugging off a backpack I didn't realize he was carrying. He tosses the bag on one of the chairs at the table. I notice he doesn't have a walkie either. He must be new, and sure to get a talking to by Lloyd if he's dumping his stuff in a talent trailer and strolling around without a walkie. "When were you hired?" I keep my tone casual, conversational. I find that I can deal with embarrassment better if I keep the other person talking. "About five months ago, I think." He starts to run his hand across the table between us, watching his own movements carefully. I get the sense that he's trying not to look at me. "Well, welcome aboard. I should warn you that the director is pretty strict about PAs walking around without walkies. Trust me, I got my ass handed to me during my first week. Super embarrassing." I roll my eyes for emphasis. He looks up at me then, his smile warm, and his tone carries a humor that I don't quite understand when he says, "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind." "No problem. Oh, and I'm Ava." I extend my hand and he takes it. His hand envelopes mine, and I realize in that moment that he is quite a bit larger than me. This realization, combined with the warmth on his palm makes me feel funny. "I'm Javi." He smiles again. "Good to meet you," I say, taking my hand back to check my watch once more. "Talent should be arriving soon so wherever you need to be, I would head over there now." I walk toward the door as I say it, taking extra care when opening the door this time. "I'm sorry again, Ava." He calls after me, his voice still just as sincere as the first time he apologized. "Don't worry about it!" I call back, closing the door behind me. I take the few steps down from the trailer, breathing a sigh of relief to be out of that moment. However, that sigh gets sucked back down my throat when I see the two words in bold on the front of the trailer I just left. Javi Gutierrez

And if my cheeks were red before, now they are maroon.

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imaginary98 · 1 year

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I think I've completed Pedro tumblr, like I can't find anything I haven't read 😭 I need more please😫😫

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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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A list of all my favourite JAVI GUTIERREZ Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- Pedro Pascal x F!Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 --- Fluff and smut ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 --- RPF ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 --- 18+, Smut, oral (both m&f receiving), piv sex, fingering, orgasm denial, passionate sex, unsafe sex ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 --- After months of waiting for a call back on Pedro’s audition for the tv show The Last Of Us, he finally get’s the call, which means it’s time for a celebration .

“BABE I GOT THE ROLE!” Pedro shouted as he ran through the front door of your shared apartment.

“What?” You smiled as you took your headphones off and closed your laptop. “I got the part baby.” Pedro smiled while opening his arms for you.

“You mean…” You slowly got off from the couch and walked towards Pedro who still had his arms wide open.

“Yes sweetheart i got the role for Joel Miller!” Pedro yelled while pulling you into probably the biggest hug ever.

“No fucking way!” You smiled while looking up Pedro. “I’m dead serious baby. I literally just got the call. They are going to send me the script tonight and then they want to meet up next week to discuss it.” Pedro explained while tightening his grip on your waist.

“I am so proud of you Pedro.” You smiled while Pedro lifted you up in the air and spun you around. “Me too! I am going to play The Joel Miller.” Pedro laughed while gently putting you back down.

“Congratulations baby.” You smiled while pulling Pedro in for a deep passionate kiss. Pedro immediately kissed back of course, while walking you back towards the couch until your ass hit the furniture.

“What are you doing?” You giggled when Pedro started kissing your neck. “Celebrating?” Asked Pedro while moving from your neck to your jawline.

“You want to celebrate it with sex?” You asked with an amused smile. “Well i mean…” Pedro gave you a cheeky smile which caused you to shake your head while you tried to hold back a smile.

“Please?” Begged Pedro while reaching for your shirt, desperately wanting to take it off. “Alright but i want to come first.” You smirked while Pedro started laughing.

“We can do that.” He smiled before taking your shirt off to see you weren’t even wearing a bra underneath.

“You’re not wearing a bra?” Asked Pedro while gently grabbing your breasts in his hands. “Was i supposed to wear one?” You asked while moving one of your hands to Pedro’s hair.

“No no absolutely not.” Pedro murmured before taking one of your nipples in his mouth, making you moan in pleasure.

“Oh shit baby.” You breathed while pulling on Pedro’s hair. “Don’t stop.” You said while throwing your head back.

“I’m not planning to.” Pedro smirked before pushing you backwards so you’re laying down on the couch. Pedro quickly climbed on top of you and continued with kissing your breasts.

“God i love them so fucking much.” Pedro moaned softly while flicking his tongue on your left nipple.

“Pedro i need more.” You managed to breath out while trying to your best to keep still.

“You need more hmm?” Asked Pedro while kissing his way up to your jawline. “Yes i need more.” You repeated while trying to arch your back.

“Tell me what you need cariño.” Pedro whispered while still kneading one of your breasts in his hand.

“I need your dick.” You moaned softly while pulling Pedro into a desperate kiss.

“Oh yeah? You need my dick?” Asked Pedro with a slight smirk. You desperately nodded while reaching for Pedro’s belt, wanting to undo it as fast as possible.

“Oh fuck.” Grunted Pedro while looking down at you, watching how you undid his belt and his pants.

You quickly took off his pants and boxers which revealed Pedro’s very hard dick.

“Can i suck it?” You asked Pedro with puppy eyes while gently wrapping one of your hands around the base of his cock.

“Fuck yes please do.” Pedro groaned and watched how you carefully took his dick in your mouth, making him hiss in pleasure while he threw his head back.

You immediately began sucking on his dick, not forgetting to slide your tongue over the tip, knowing it would drive Pedro crazy, like it always does.

“Mierda…please don’t stop.” Moaned Pedro while latching one of his hands on top of your head, guiding you up and down his cock.

You looked up and gave Pedro a smirk before you moved one of your hands towards his balls which made him moan softly.

“Fuck keep doing that cariño.” Pedro breathed while his hips started to stutter, letting him know that if you were to keep up with this, he would be coming in no time.

Luckily, you noticed it and quickly let go of Pedro’s dick with a small ‘pop’ sound. “Did you like that?” You asked cheekily while cupping one of his balls in your hands.

“Fuck yes, why did you stop?” Pedro panted while watching how you began kissing your way up his body, from his abdomen to his jawline.

“Because we made a deal right? I get to come first.” You smirked while Pedro rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Come here then.” Pedro groaned while grabbing your waist harshly, pulling you into him.

“Do you want me to eat you out hmm?” Pedro asked while kissing your neck. “Yes please.” You moaned softly, gripping onto his shoulders while digging your nails into Pedro’s skin.

Pedro hissed in both pain and pleasure at feeling your nails in his skin. “Fuck!get up.” Pedro groaned while getting up from the couch, pulling you with him.

Pedro lifted you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist to secure yourself. “Let’s take this to the bedroom shall we?” Pedro smirked while carrying you into the hallway of your apartment.

The moment you and Pedro entered the bedroom, you were thrown onto bed while Pedro climbed on top of you.

“Let’s take this off first.” Pedro smiled while pulling your sweatpants off, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Pedro’s lips curled up in a smirk when he saw the wet spot on your panties. “So fucking hot.” He muttered before pushing your panties to the side which gave him a clear view of your glistening wet pussy.

“Please Pedro…” You whimpered while arching your back. “What is it sweetheart? Want me to eat you out?” Pedro smirked.

“Yes please.” You moaned softly. Pedro grabbed both of your ankles and pulled them over his shoulders before leaning down so he could place a small kiss on your inner thighs.

“Don’t. Tease.” You groaned while bucking your hips. Pedro chuckled slightly before licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you moan in pleasure while you threw your head back.

“Oh fuck keep doing that.” You moaned while Pedro started focusing on your clit. You moved one of your hands into Pedro’s hair and pushed him closer to your pussy, needing to feel more.

“This feels so good.” You managed to say between moans while Pedro dug his nails into the soft skin of your thighs.

“Pedro more…I need more.” You whimpered while bucking your hips into his face.

Pedro listened to what you were saying and carefully moved one of his fingers towards your entrance, slowly pushing it in which caused your hips to stutter while you clasped your hands over your mouth, trying to silence your moans.

Pedro didn’t like it though. “Hey don’t do that baby. I want to hear you.” Pedro groaned while adding another finger into your pussy.

“Oh fuck Pedro i’m close.” You moaned while you threw your head back in pleasure.

“I know baby.” Pedro smiled, looking up at you while his tongue is still working on your clit.

Just when you were about to come, Pedro completely stopped with everything he was doing to deny your orgasm.

“No! Why did you do that!” You whined while tears started to form in your eyes. “Ssh don’t cry baby.” Pedro chuckled while kissing your cheek.

“I hate you!” You groaned in frustration while glaring at Pedro who was trying to hold back his smile.

“Calm down cariño. I just want you to come on my dick.” Pedro chuckled while placing his hands on your waist, lifting you onto his lap.

“Are you okay?” Asked Pedro while gently pushing some of your hair out of your face. “Yeah i’m fine. I was just so close.” You sighed while placing your head on Pedro’s shoulder.

“I know baby.” Smiled Pedro while stroking your back. “Just fuck me please. I need to come. You promised.” You whined while reaching down for Pedro’s cock, stroking him.

“Here let me.” Pedro said while gently moving your hand away from his dick. You watched how he pumped himself a good few times before he positioned his cock at your entrance.

“Are you ready?” Asked Pedro while pressing his forehead against yours. “Yes i’m ready.” You sighed with a small smile.

Pedro gave you a quick kiss on your nose before slowly pushing into you, making you gasp in pleasure and slight pain.

“Keep going, it’s okay.” You breathed when you saw Pedro’s panicked face. He didn’t want to hurt you.

Pedro did as you told though, and kept pushing into you until he was fully inside.

“Are you okay baby?” Asked Pedro while kissing your jawline. “Yeah i’m okay.” You smiled softly while gently grabbing Pedro’s face so you could kiss him.

While the two of you were kissing, Pedro started thrusting into you, making you both moan and whimper.

“Fuck keep going Pedro, you feel so good.” You moaned while throwing hour arms around Pedro’s neck.

“I love you so fucking much baby, you have no idea.” Groaned Pedro while taking one of your nipples in his mouth, making you whimper.

“Fuck me harder Pedro.” You breathed while latching one of your hands in Pedro’s hair.

Pedro immediately began fucking you harder while you were holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

“You feel so good baby. So damn good.” Pedro grunted while slightly biting your shoulder to muffle his moans.

“I’m so close Pedro.” You moaned while burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Come for me baby. I know you want to.” Pedro whispered while keeping his thrusts deep and slow just how you liked it.

“Fuck i’m gonna come!” You announced while closing your eyes. And before you knew it, you were releasing all over Pedro’s dick.

“Oh shit!” Cursed Pedro at the feeling of you milking his cock. “Ride it out sweetheart.” He whispered while trying to keep your head up.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Praised Pedro, kissing your shoulder while your body went limp in his arms.

“Do you want me to pull out?” Asked Pedro softly while caressing your face. You were about to say yes, but then you remembered that Pedro didn’t get to come.

“What about you?” You asked quietly. Pedro chuckled while kissing your cheek. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows while looking at Pedro. “But-“

“You’re tired cariño.” Pedro interrupted while giving your hips a little squeeze. “Pedro…” You sighed while throwing your head back slightly.

“It’s okay. I promise. Why don’t we just lay down while i’m still inside of you hmm? Is that okay with you?” Pedro asked while looking at you.

You bit your lip for a moment, thinking about his offer. You really wanted Pedro to come as well. But if Pedro really had no problems with it, neither did you. You were really tired after all.

“Alright fine…” You sighed while Pedro pulled you with him so you were laying on top of him in bed.

“It’s no big deal baby.” Pedro smiled before pulling you into a passionate kiss. “Yeah whatever.” You smirked slightly after pulling apart from the kiss to catch your breaths.

“I’m really happy you got the role baby. I really am.” You smiled while kissing his neck.

“Damn i almost forgot about that.” Pedro chuckled while rubbing his forehead. “You’re a dork Pedro Pascal.” You sighed as you started tracing small circles on his chest.

“I’m just kidding baby. How could i forget. You were the one who helped me with getting the role of Joel Miller.” Pedro said while playing with your hair.

“Me?” You questioned while looking up at Pedro. “Yeah you.” Smiled Pedro. “How?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Well because of you i really knew how to portray Joel’s character for the audition.” Pedro explained. “Because i played the games so much and forced you to play it with me?”

“Yeah exactly.” Pedro leaned forward to kiss the top of your head while he pulled you even closer if that was possible.

“Well i’m glad i could help you baby. I know you are going to crush it as Joel Miller. I believe in you.” You smiled before kissing Pedro on the lips.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Smiled Pedro while letting out a deep sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

“You do know what you have to do now, right?” You asked with a slight smirk. “And that is?” Asked Pedro with an amused smile.

“You have to take me to set with you. At least once.” You smiled proudly which caused Pedro to laugh.

“Okay nerd.” Smiled Pedro while kissing your nose.

“I am not a nerd Pascal!” You snapped, making Pedro laugh even more.

“Says the one who has played both The Last Of Us games more then at least four times and read all the books.” Pedro smirked while you rolled your eyes.

“I hate you Pedro Pascal.” You sighed before burying your face in his neck.

“I love you too baby. And don’t worry, i’ll take you to set with me, okay?” Pedro said while closing his eyes.

“I love you Pedro Pascal.” You smiled while kissing his cheek. “Oh now you do.” Sighed Pedro while giving your hips a squeeze.

“Yes now i do.”

(A/N): i love Pedro Pascal and i can’t wait to see him as Joel Miller

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