summary: A series of vignettes centered on your relationship with one Javi Gutierrez, who tears you apart in the most wonderful way after stumbling into your life ten minutes before you finish your shift at Blockbuster Video. chapter summary: In which Javi takes you on vacation. rating: E [spoiler-ish for TUWOMT, SMUT, vaginal fingering, oral sex fem receiving, mentions of BDSM, slight intimidation by an asshole] pairing: Javi G x f!reader word count: ~2.4k note: All right. It’s happening! Thank y'all for sticking with this. At this point, the movie is important for context, particularly with Javi’s family involved. This one’s a little longer for certain reasonssss. It might also help to be slightly familiar with the movie Secretary, but it’s not, like, required. ETA I love @starlightmornings for the beta always.
Mallorca is the most beautiful place you’ve ever been. There’s no other way to describe it—it’s incredible. Javi’s cliffside compound overlooks the clear sapphire waters of the Mediterranean sea, and every morning you’re served café con leche with a side of fruit on the balcony of your apartment. Twice a week, Javi takes you to the beach. He insists you need the vitamin D, despite how often you sit poolside.
You think, though, it’s an excuse to be with you. It’s something he can put on his schedule and have Gabriela explain away to his father as a meeting. You have yet to meet his father, and as Gabriela explained it, it’s better this way.
“He is a foul-tempered man,” she said. “I would advise you not to wander.”
You’ve started to suspect that “olives” doesn’t exactly cover everything Javi works with, but you’re a little afraid to ask now.
It’s been two months to the day since he’d swept you off on a private jet to this paradise. The warm sand glitters in the sun as you dig your toes in, fidgeting and worrying about the conversation you want to have with him. You can’t just keep living off of him, no matter how disposable his income is.
“What is it, ángel?” He asks, picking up on your nerves. The sunlight bounces off his sun-bronzed shoulders and you wonder—has anyone ever told him how absolutely god-like he is? He squints at you and smiles, shaking his curls back with his hand as he rolls to his side, propping himself up on his elbow to face you.
**
She’s been distant the last few days. Lost in her thoughts, drawing in on herself. Quiet. Unusually quiet. Overall, he’d describe her as fairly reserved, but not with him.
It’s troubling.
So he asks.
“It’s just…” She starts, staring out at the calm water. “It’s been a couple months now. And not that I’m not having an amazing time here with you…it just feels like I’m using you.”
He raises his eyebrow. “When was the last time you had a vacation before this?”
“I was eleven.”
“And the last time you took time off?”
“I’ve never taken time off.”
“Perhaps it is fine to use me, then, if I am offering,” he says. She sighs in that exasperated way of hers, and he grins.
“Javi—”
“You are my guest. You cannot use me if I am offering this to you, yes?”
That is not quite true, he knows, but he wants to give her this.
“Maybe you are bored,” he teases. “All this fun is dulling your senses. Is there anything you have found yourself wanting to do?” She lays back on the beach towel and throws her arm over her face, like she’s too embarrassed to admit it. “Tell me, ángel, or I will tickle you until you do,” he threatens, creeping toward her with wiggling fingers. She folds over into a defensive position, but it’s too late. His fingers have found the curve of her hip, and she squeaks in surprise.
“Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you!” She gasps, fighting him off. He pulls her into him as she laughs, sand flying everywhere, and he wraps his arms around her shoulders, drinking in the sigh she lets out. “I always wanted to write a screenplay.”
“Really?” He asks.
“Is that stupid?”
“Not at all.”
“Would you read it if I did?” She asks shyly. Of course he’d read it. He’d read it and he’d produce it and he’d pay all the damn actors with his father’s money if it made her light up like this. He’d be her date to the premiere, he’d threaten all the movie critics if they didn’t give her perfect reviews, he’d—
“Javi?” She asks. He’d been quiet for too long.
“Of course,” he says. She leans back with a contented sigh.
“What movie should we watch tonight?” She asks, changing the subject. He knows better than to push it.
“Face/Off?” He asks hopefully.
“What’s with you and Nic Cage lately?”
“I do not know what you mean.”
She stands and rolls her eyes, holding her hand out to him. “C’mon, goof.”
**
You’d been impressed with his home theater in Florida.
Here, though, he had an entire theater built for him as a birthday gift. If he wanted, he could have hired full-time staff, but he said it felt too extravagant.
Right. The fully functioning theater itself didn’t fall into that category.
But you love the theater, so you don’t tease him about it. The armrests on the seats come up and you can cuddle with him. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, he’ll kiss the top of your head.
He’s been cautious since you got here, and while you’ve appreciated it, you’d like for him to be a little more aggressive. There’s obviously something between the two of you. When he wraps his arm around you so tentatively, the loud thump of his sweet heart makes a lump swell in your throat.
You’d like him to kiss you again like he did before.
It’s dark as you make your way to the theater building. The only sound is the faint crashing of the waves on the rocks below you. You’re almost there when the unexpected movement from the corner of your eye startles you.
“Hola, Miss America.”
Lucas.
You’ve interacted with Lucas a couple of times, but Javi’s kept you separate from his family. At first, you’d thought it was something you’d done—like maybe you were too poor for him to want to be seen with you. But now that you’d spoken with him a few times, you’re pretty sure it’s because Lucas fucking sucks.
“Lucas,” you gasp, your hand flying over your heart. “God, you scared the hell out of me.”
He’s sitting on a bench, half-hidden in shadow, the smoke of his cigarette curling around the frosted tips of his hair. “Apologies.”
“It’s okay.” You shrug and turn back to the little stone path that leads to the theater doors.
“Miss America,” he says again, the taunting lilt in his voice growing ever more obvious. You turn around and give him a plaintive glare as he stands and makes his way to you. He’s standing much too close, staring down at you with those bright green eyes. He looks at you like you’re naked, like he can see right through you.
“Ángel?”
Javi’s voice rings through the courtyard, and you exhale. Lucas glares at his cousin.
“Shouldn’t let her wander around here like that, primo. Never know who could be out here.”
Javi’s behind you now, his big hand clasped over your shoulder. For a moment, they stare at each other, chests puffed out like fighting dogs.
“Come on,” Javi says, gently taking your hand and pulling you with him.
Only in the theater’s haven do you say, “That was fucking weird, Javi.”
“Ignore him. He is a dick.”
“Why to me?”
“He is jealous of things he cannot have.”
The statement rubs you the wrong way. “I’m not a possession.” You fold your arms. Javi turns around at the tone in your voice, rushing to your side with big, pleading brown eyes.
“Of course not, ángel. I did not mean to suggest otherwise. Come, let me make you some popcorn. I know you like mine the best.”
He’s right.
**
She’s upset. She should be.
Fucking Lucas. He’d always been so jealous of Javi—always. When they were children, after Lucas’s parents died and Javi’s family took him in, he’d wanted everything Javi had. And the younger boy was glad to share.
Perhaps it was the grief of losing his parents, or maybe he was just always rotten, but Lucas did not want to share. He wanted to take and own, even if it meant hurting his cousin. And now, despite his best intentions, she’d become one of those things that Lucas wanted.
It wouldn’t do at all.
But he wouldn’t worry her with that now.
The movie was blaring and loud and everything they needed to take her mind off of the incident in the courtyard. He raised the seat arm up and she settled against his side, still damp from her post-beach shower. She smelled like the jasmine soap he’d bought for her.
“I just don’t know how I feel about Nicolas Cage,” she says when it’s done.
“Well, what would you like to watch next, then?”
“Do you have anything with Maggie Gyllenhall? I just watched Stranger than Fiction and I really like her.”
Javi checks the library and comes up with something his cousin’s friends had ordered.
“Secretary?” He says.
“Never heard of it.”
Javi smiles. Watching something new with her is always special.
**
You should have looked the goddamn movie up beforehand.
Javi’s sitting upright next to you, completely stiff and staring at the screen like an alarmed baby deer as James Spader smacks Maggie’s ass while she’s reading a letter out loud. It’s upsettingly erotic, and you cannot stop squirming in your seat. But you’re much more concerned about the man next to you.
Not that you think he’s some innocent little virgin—you know for a fact he’s not after a drunken game of truth or dare. You also know, though, that he grew up Catholic, went to Catholic school, and got all the Catholic guilt that came with it.
“Javi?” You whisper.
“Hnngh?” Is the noise that comes out of his mouth. It’s so inelegant you almost laugh.
“Everything…okay? Do you wanna watch something else?”
He whips his head in your direction so fast you’re afraid he’s hurt himself. “Why? Why would I do that? There is no problem. I am perfectly fine with this.” He gestures wildly toward the screen, a laugh that you think was meant to be casual erupting from his throat.
“You seem a little uptight.”
“I am not uptight,” he protests, putting his arm back around you. He’s even stiffer than he was before, if that was possible. His fingers hover awkwardly near your bare skin. “I am fine.”
He relaxes, eventually, but the movie does not let up. The whole BDSM thing isn’t something you’re usually into, but overall vibe and the idea of an older man bossing you around in bed is not entirely unappealing. Especially if he uses his I-mean-business voice.
You’re all pressed against his warm chest, squeezing your thighs together for some relief. His breathing is a little shallow, and during a particularly bright scene, your eyes are drawn to the outline of his cock in his jeans.
Then you fucking whimper, because how can you not?
He hears you—of course he does—and looks into your eyes.
“Ángel?” He whispers. You blink, and his lips are finally—finally—on yours. The kiss is less cautious this time. This time his tongue demands, it does not ask, and maybe it’s the energy of the movie, but you open yourself to him, submitting to whatever he wants.
He groans at every little whine that comes from you, pulling you onto his lap again. “Is this okay?” He asks, remembering himself, and all you can do is nod vigorously. Javi holds your face in his hands, brows knit in a question. “Ángel, would you let me touch you?” He kisses your cheek. “Would you let me make you come?”
Your brain’s melting down, fuzzy from the question and how good his hands feel on you. “Please,” you murmur. “Yes.”
You climb off and he’s pulling at your panties, moving them aside and pushing your legs apart until he gets to your dripping wet core, sliding his finger up and down your lips. He spreads your slickness around, finding your clit and rubbing lazy, firm circles. The movie isn’t loud enough to drown out the squelch of you as he inserts a finger and moans.
“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips.
“You can always have me, Javi,” you breathe as he brushes a spot that leaves you gasping. He’s everywhere—kissing you, licking the hollow of your throat, shockingly skilled fingers pressing and curling into you relentlessly.
“Ángel, let me—can I taste you?” He asks, big brown eyes begging and how on Earth could you ever say no to that?
“Yes.” He drops to his knees on the floor in front of you, rucking your panties down and splaying you open. For a moment, he only looks, the movie screen lighting your glistening cunt.
“Beautiful,” he sighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
His soft praise hits deep in your heart, and you think, maybe—maybe you’re in love with him. And then his mouth is on you, hot and wet and you can’t think of anything but his tongue and the sounds he’s making into your pussy. He slides two thick fingers into you, groaning at the way you clench.
“Good girl, that’s it. Take what you need,” he says, encouraging the way you fuck down onto his fingers, the flat of his tongue lapping against your clit. He thrusts his hips against the chair, looking for any alleviation, and the movement sends a new rush of arousal through you, gushing onto his fingers and mouth.
“What do you need, ángel?”
“Just—keep—like that,” you cry, feeling the clench of your pussy around his thick fingers. You want him to fuck you, want to be full of his cock, but your first time can’t be here in this theater.
It means too much.
“Take what you need, whatever you need,” he whispers. “I love this.”
It’s the tenderness, the sincerity in his voice that sends you over the edge. You almost scream that you love him, because you do, and God, you need him to know. He sighs in front of you, murmuring praise, pulling away from you to prevent any overstimulation. You come back down from your high and he pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean.
“Perfect,” he whispers, kissing your thighs.
You reach down and softly catch his jaw with your hand, eyes heavy lidded as you smile at him. First times are always filled with apprehension—did he like it? Was it okay? Were you okay?
“Did you…was it okay?” You ask timidly.
He surges up and kisses you hard, teeth gnashing against your mouth like he needs to prove it. Your taste on his lips pulls at something inside you.
“More than,” he says, nuzzling into you. “Perfect.”
“Should we…should we continue this somewhere?” You ask, biting your lip. His enthusiastic nod fills your heart, and suddenly, everything is different.
Warnings Some flight anxiety, fluff, pining. Teeny tiny spoilers for the ending of the movie, so please be warned if you haven’t seen it yet. Not edted, all mistakes are mine. I took some minor liberties in making Javi nervous about flying, though he very much enjoys it at the same time.
Warnings Some flight anxiety, fluff, pining. Teeny tiny spoilers for the ending of the movie, so please be warned if you haven’t seen it yet. Not edted, all mistakes are mine. I took some minor liberties in making Javi nervous about flying, though he very much enjoys it at the same time.
Would you chase the sunset with a plane if you could?
For Javi Gutierrez, the answer is a simple yes. It’s always yes; he’d go to the end of the Earth to chase the beauty that is the sunset over a clear sky. The way sky is painted in the hues of red, yellow, and orange playing together, blending and separating into sections before jumping right back into one another, mixing to create something uniquely beautiful. It reminds him of the home that is in Mallorca.
Or more like the home that was in Mallorca.
The mansion is no more, the compound torn down by the cops, the investigators, the vultures looking for a golden gun so to speak. But despite this, he wouldn’t change a thing about why and how he did what he did. The Gutierrez crime family is finally extinct and he is free.
Free to fly wherever in the world he wants to, free to chase the sunset and the beauty of the sunrise the next morning.
There are no regrets about the part he played in how things fell in the end. The only regret he has is of his friend Nick Cage and his family getting caught up in it. Despite them all telling him repeatedly that there wasn’t any ill will, he’s still embarrassed that he dragged them into the fray.
Javi can feel the tinge of regret creeping up his spine again when he thinks back to what almost happened. But it didn’t, he reminds himself sternly. It didn’t and there is never any risk of it happening again, at least not in the hands of his cousin.
“Mr. Gutierrez? The plane is ready to take off,” He turns around to see you smile softly at him. You are dressed immaculately; the pilot suit pressed and fitting your body like a glove. You were born to wear the uniform, to carry the stripes with pride. The hat tucked under your arm is pulled up and you place it on your head, your grin widening a little as you wait for his acknowledgment.
A different feeling crashes through his body and Javi presses his lips tight together. For the millionth time, he reminds himself that you are his pilot, the one he places all the trust in when you are airborne, and flying it totally safe. The nervous butterflies are just that, nerves. He’s done this a hundred times with you and he has absolute fate in you navigating the skies. And it’s not like Left Behind would ever happen in real life.
“Mr. Gutierrez?” You prompt again.
“Yes. Yes! Thank you, Captain. Ready when you are,” he tries to smile back, but he can tell by the way you look at him you know he’s nervous again.
You hold out your hand and Javi catches a glimpse of the golden stripes at the sleeve of your jacket, the same golden that dances in the sky with its companions. With the backdrop of the plane and the setting sun, the amber on the sleeve is enchanting and captivating. They remind him once more that you are just as beautiful as you are capable. He never has to worry about you taking the lead.
“Would you like to sit in the cockpit with me while I do my pre-flight steps?” Your voice is tender, but not mocking. You’d never mock Javi, he knows this, even when his anxiety over flying threatens to take over. You are kind like that, kind and compassionate.
Javi nods, taking your offered hand and a third feeling rushes through him when the simple contact of skin on skin happens. How a tiny touch like this can make him feel even more nervous, but in a completely different way, he wonders as he lets you guide him towards the steps. If he is honest with himself, the nerves are not only from being in the air.
It’s being in the air with you.
Because as much as he likes to chase the sunset, seeing the beauty of the skylight and the sun, there is something Javi likes even more.
You.
His crush on you has grown day by day, flight by flight and conversation by conversation.
He’s shared his love of movies and writing and you’ve listened to him patiently, never hurrying or dismissing him. And in return you have shared your love of flying with him, often taking him to the cockpit like this, showing and speaking softly about the twists and dials and the feeling of euphoria when the plane is at flight altitude and you can see every single spec of beauty the sky has to offer. And hearing those stories, your excitement that rivals his own for movies, has made his crush grow and grow..
“Mr. Gutierrez?” You pull him out of his mind as you turn your smiling eyes towards him. The steps to the plane are right there and he feels you squeeze his hand gently, reassuringly.
“Javi, call me Javi, por favor.”
“Javi,” You nod, your smile deepening and he answers it with one of his own. “Are you ready?”
“Si. Take us up, Captain. And…” He gathers all his courage, bringing you closer by pulling on your joined hands. “And, you’ll join me for dinner later, I hope?” Your blinding smile answers his question even before you speak. You nod and Javi kisses the back of your hand softly, his brown eyes sparkling with delight.
“Perfect. We can even make it dinner and a movie. I believe the in-flight entertainment has Con Air.” The sparkling laughter carries you both up the stairs and into the cockpit, where Javi watches with adoring eyes as you prepare the final steps before you can take the beautiful and sleek machine up into the clouds.
Yes, he’d chase the sunset on a plane for eternity if it means you’ll pilot the aircraft every time.
*
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Here we finally are! The Cinderella AU that nobody asked for but I am delivering anyway! Featuring our very own Javi G!
Word count: 8.5k
Javi G x f!reader
Warnings: Evil stepmother, implied abuse, workplace abuse, language. It’s a Cinderella AU. Also this switches perspectives back and forth between reader and Javi.
You had known this property your whole life. You’d been born here, years and years ago. Your parents had both passed here.
And the way things were going, you would work here for the rest of your life.
In the pre-dawn dark and quiet of the morning, you stared up at your ceiling and allowed yourself to dream. What was life like, elsewhere in the world? For all the tourists you served?
Then you sighed and got out of bed. You had work to do.
Breakfast was never difficult to prepare. You’d been doing it for so long now, you had the timing down perfectly. Coffee and tea would both be ready and set out just before the doors to the dining room opened, so you were safely ensconced in your kitchen again before anyone saw you. After that was the food, things you had been making your whole life. Those trays were sent out with the single girl your stepmother employed as both maid and waitress.
And then you had time, while the guests ate and your stepmother drank her coffee, to go outside and take your own coffee break with Lucia.
I really enjoyed this take on the classic Cinderella story and how it fits Javi so perfectly. His puppy eyes and eagerness and shyness is captured so well here.
I also love that we got a glimpse past what happened when he took her away from her stepmother. Cuddling while watching movies is perfect and made me so warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Warnings Some flight anxiety, fluff, pining. Teeny tiny spoilers for the ending of the movie, so please be warned if you haven’t seen it yet. Not edted, all mistakes are mine. I took some minor liberties in making Javi nervous about flying, though he very much enjoys it at the same time.
Worry seeps through him when he notices you haven’t responded to his text message; he’s used to you responding quickly when he informs you that he’s on his way home. Were you upset with him? But why is that? Previous texts were normal, this morning was a good one, and you two had an amazing date yesterday. So, what exactly is going on? Javi decided to stop overthinking things and just assume you fell asleep, which seemed more likely.
When he arrived at his house, he announced his presence but received no response. He dashed into your shared bedroom, only to be relieved by the sight in front of him.
You managed to set up a tent around the bed. There were some pillows and plushies on the floor, most likely because the inside was overflowing with them. On your bedside table, lit candles with your favorite scent. All of this can only mean one thing: you’re on your period. This isn’t the first time he’s come home to this; it’s a cute little thing you do, cover yourself up with warm cushions to hide the cramps a little bit.
“How are you feeling, my love?” His question was met with a low groan, the bed shifted as you fidgeted inside your makeshift cave. He crept inside the tent, looking for you. When he finally sees you, he kisses your forehead in awe. “I’m gonna head out for a bit okay? I’ll be quick.” Giving you another kiss, this time on the lips before he slips away from the tent, now earning a small whine from you.
He put on his shoes again, grabbed his keys, and went straight to the market. On the way, he made a mental note of what to buy, including your favorite snacks, drinks, and sweets, as well as pads in case you run out.
When he arrived at the market, he grabbed all of the items he had planned to get, as well as some other things he hadn’t planned to get but that you would definitely enjoy. Warm soup from the meal booth, a large plushie of your favorite animal, and a heating pad, remembering you complaining about your previous one. After paying, he placed the items in the back seat and returned to you.
“I’m back, and I bought you some things.” He puts everything on the floor and sat himself down. He noticed you peeking out from the tent and immediately delivered the bag of food and beverages to you. “Here you have it, honey.” Before grabbing your empty glass and the heating pad, he gave you a reassuring smile. Heading to the kitchen to refill your water and prepare the heating pad, coming back to you when everything’s ready.
“Mind if I slide next to you?” You nod, Javi handing you the heating pad before settling into the pile of cushions. He asks if you want to watch anything and immediately turns on the television. When the two of you found a comfortable position, he initiated a cuddle, enveloping you in his arms and gently caressing you.
You two sat in comfortable silence, watching television. Javi will occasionally give you reassuring pats and kisses to take your mind off the pain. He notices that your figure is more relaxed, and he peeks at you that you’ve fallen asleep. He carefully and gently repositioned you to your usual sleeping position before cuddling into you.
Javi stretches as he wakes up in the morning. He notices you’re not in bed anymore and assumes you’re probably in the bathroom until you walk in with two coffees in your hand. “Good morning, honey. I made you some coffee.”
You returned to your original position before handing him his coffee and kissing him on the cheek. “I just wanted to say thank you for looking after me. I know I can be a little annoying during these times, so I wouldn’t mind if you were away during it, you know?”
“Hey, I enjoy taking care of you, and you’re not at all annoying. Also, I would never leave you alone in times like this, unless you want me to?”
“No! No! I enjoy having you here with me, but I don’t want to burden you.“
"You’re never a burden to me, and the thought of being separated from you for a week is unbearable.” You put your coffee down, giggling at his response, before snuggling close to him.
A first date with Javi which includes getting frozen yogurt and going to the arcade
Pairing:Javi G x F!Reader
Word count:1.5k
Rating:Teen
Warnings: online dating, first date which includes froyo and going to an arcade, mention of Reader using glasses and being bi, Reader has a favorite froyo flavor
A/N: This is loosely based on the date I went on Sunday, thanks to @littlemisspascal for letting me talk her ear offs about the date and the guy I’m dating and for choosing the Pedro boy for this fic, Javi ended up being perfect!
Swiping left is a reflex at this point. See the picture for half a second, maybe glance at the name, see if there’s a bio, and move on.
A guy with just his height in the bio?
Left.
A girl that doesn’t have her face in any of the pictures?
Left.
A guy explicitly looking for skinny girls?
Left. Left. Left.
Maybe opening a profile on a dating app had been a mistake, but then again there wasn’t much opportunity for you to meet someone in your daily life at the moment. Still, there must be a better alternative than lying on your bed judging if someone could be a potential partner by just a few photos.
Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Not all of your children are okay with Javi knowing you’re werewolves Warnings: hunting animals for food, animal death, grief, fear of child and parental harm, fear of parental death, mention of sexual desire, brief discussion of a death threat, brief discussion of medical experimentation on people, including children, Javi realizes he might just be a monster fucker Words:4.1k A/N: The last section of this chapter is about hunting animals for food as werewolves. There aren’t any graphic details or gore, but, if you’re at all bothered by this, you can skip this section without missing anything that will affect your understanding of the story going forward.
As Tallulah, Bo and Astrid eat their post-school snack at the dining table, you sit down with them. “We’re going to do something a little different this full moon.”
Three pairs of big eyes turn to you curiously. “What?” Tallulah asks.
“You’re old enough to learn how to hunt, so we’re going to be staying at a house in the woods from Wednesday until Saturday. It’s private with nobody else around, and we can go out for some rabbits.”
The eyes grow even larger.
“Yes!” Bo’s arms flail, splattering some spicy tomato sauce on the floor from the patatas bravas on his fork.
“What if I can’t catch a rabbit?” Astrid immediately looks ready to cry.
Legit I loved this chapter so MUCH! The kiddos are just all gems! I just love how protective Tally is but of course as Javi gains her trust she is prob going to be his biggest fan X’“D
I also really love how you wrote the hunting scene, of course even baby mythical beasts arent going to get it right off the bat! They gotta learn!!!!
and omg Javi is 1000% monster fucker house husband perfection and I love seeing it! }:D
Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: Your first date with Javi includes delicious food, an emotional conversation, and a request Warnings: mild TUWOMT spoilers, language, discussion of child-on-child bullying and violence, some alcohol consumption, grief, discussion of parental/spousal death, discussion of fatal car accident Words: 3k A/N:Javi’s brother is not canon. Long before The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent came out, @hdlynnslibrary and I came up with the concept that Javi’s brother is David (stage name “Dieter Bravo”) from her The Bubble fan fic. It’s a lovely story, so read it!
It’s five days between the night Javi asks you out and the lunch date, and he spends them in a haze of wild emotions.
On the one hand, he’s unbelievably excited. You’re a beautiful, fascinating, mature woman who has utterly captivated him. On the other, he’s terrified he’s going to mess it up. Will he be able to rise up to be everything you and the kids need him to be?
“That is because Nic and I have a soul connection,” Javi sniffs haughtily. “One you cannot understand.”
The WAY this line makes me cackle every single time I read this chapter cannot be underestimated! its soooo good!
Fricking!!!! I also just love the brother dynamics with Javi and David! They are good beans and both know how to support each other, and David is totally right for calling Javi out of his bs about not being a family man! Cause he IS!!!!
AND THE DATE OMGGGGG it’s just perfection, nerves and soft and sweet and a dose of maturity with two older adults learning about eachother? its #goals even if Im not a single mom of triplets whenever I start dating XD
I also love seeing werewolf reader opening up to Javi, but also love and support and its been so damn long since she’s had true support and he is just there ready and willing to give it in as small or large as she is ready for and I love them both so much!!!!! iwuehfiuwhfiuew
Warnings: Have not seen tuwomt yet so what is canon?, title kind of gives away half of the warnings, Javi calling reader Princess, so much tooth rotting fluff, reader sits in Javi’s lap, oral (female receiving), smutty times, p in v sex, unprotected sex, I think that’s all
Word Count:1,551
Summary: Javi buys Reader a place in the mountains of Switzerland
Author’s Notes: As I said in the warnings I have yet to see tuwomt (by the time this goes up I would have) so there is no canon. I made up how I feel he would be with someone but I knew I had to do a fic with this man if it’s just this one. Inspiration came from many places for this one including: House Comes with a Bird, TUWOMT, and the book series ACOTAR. Big thanks to @clint-aww-no-barton. I hope you all enjoy!! I also tagged people from the last Jack fic I wrote so hopefully that’s okay.
The view in front of you was breathtaking. You had barley been able to look away from it since you arrived. The wind was brutally cold but you couldn’t muster the energy to care too much. You took a small sip from the coffee cup that warmed your hands. You smiled in complete amazement, that the man you loved had done this just for you.
Javi Gutiérrez had swept you off your feet over a year ago and it had been the most incredible adventure. The man was used to sun and heat, but you had mentioned a few times how badly you loved the mountains and wanted to visit Switzerland. He had surprised you two days ago with a cabin in the snowy mountains of Zermatt. You couldn’t believe he had done it. The man had proven long ago, he would go above and beyond for you, even though you had fairly simple tastes. What shocked you most is that he’d come along, and never once complained about how cold it was.
The sun was setting behind the mountains and the town below was coming to life with light, music, people bustling about and you smiled to yourself. You had ventured out, hand in hand with Javi the first day to explore, but tonight you wanted to just stay in and enjoy your lover. You turned and opened the sliding door, stepping back inside to the fire heated room. Javi was sitting by it, sipping on some alcoholic beverage and you smiled to yourself. He turned to you finally and gave you a smile, his head cocking slightly.
“What is it my lover?” He spoke softly, reaching his arm out to you.
You slid into his lap and smiled down at him, letting your fingers comb through his brown curls.
“Nothing. You just amaze me and I appreciate all this,” you looked around the room as you motioned to it.
“I would do anything for you Princess,” he smirked and pulled you down to his lips.
You sighed against his lips, deepening the kiss in seconds. You wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around this man and make love to him all night.
“I know you would,” you sighed softly as you reluctantly pulled away from him.
Your eyes searched his until you finally you broke your stare, taking in the great-room again. Your eyes fell on the rug in front of the fire. It was incredibly fluffy and looked so so soft.
“You know I think they put that rug there for a reason,” you smirked, the idea coming alive in your mind as you looked back at Javi.
“Ahhh they did huh?” Javi chuckled but he seemed to know where you were going.
“Mmmhm,” you spoke as you kept his eyes connected to yours, his fingers easing up your sweater and brushing at your bare hip.
“Tell me what reason Princess,” his voice was just a whisper.
“For lovers to make love in front of the fire.”
“Then let’s indulge then. It is your rug now, after all,” he nestled his nose into your neck and then sat his drink aside.
He picked you up and you let out a yelp, then giggled. You reached down, holding on to him tightly and placed your coffee mug next to his drink. He was careful and skillful, getting you to the ground on top of the rug and laying you out before him. You spread your legs and he stationed himself between them, his lips gently coming down to connect with yours. You melted, letting out a soft moan against his lips as you threaded your fingers into his hair.
“You are wearing far too many clothes, Princess,” he mumbled, as his lips parted from yours and started to wander.
“Then get rid of them,” you whimpered, laying your head back and enjoying his touch.
He let out a chuckle as he pushed your shirt up, before stripping out of his without looking away from you. You sat up just enough for him to remove it, before skillfully removing your bra and letting it join your shirt.
“Mmmm,” he marveled as he stopped, staring down at your now bare chest. “I do enjoy these.”
His lips fell to your nipple and you let out a moan at the feeling. He released it and you whimpered before he kneaded at both breasts roughly. You let out a gasp and watched him before bucking your hips up into him.
“Patience, Princess,” he smirked giving you a side glance before his lips kissed the skin between your breasts and began slowly making their way down.
He peppered kissed along the top of your pants before he hooked his fingers and pulled them, along with your underwear, down. You lifted your hips and in seconds you were bare for your man. The fire next to you was no match to the heat he brought out in you.
“Now you’re wearing too many clothes,” you mumbled looking down at him as he hooked your legs over his arms.
“I promise once I enjoy the taste of you I’ll remove them all,” he smirked and dug in.
You threw your head back, a moan falling from your lips and your fingers tangled in his hair once again.
“Fuck Javi!!” You moaned loudly.
You were a mess under him and completely at his mercy. You bucked and Javi answered with flattening his hands on your hips to hold you down. You let out a whimper arching your back as much as you could.
“Javi, please stop,” you panted looking, your eyes pleading as much as your voice.
“Why would I ever do such a thing?” He pulled away from you, just enough that his breath fanned across you and made you whimper.
“I don’t want to cum yet. I want you inside me,” you pulled at him and he was up your body in seconds.
“I can’t deny you that, Princess.”
He smirked and sat up and you followed. You helped him remove his clothes a lot quicker than he had yours, and you pressed your lips back to his in a hungry needy kiss. He had you back down against the rug in seconds. He brushed his fingers against your clit pulling a moan from you, causing your lips to fall from his. He watched your face carefully as he slowly entered you filling you to the hilt. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him. He stilled for a moment letting you adjust to him.
“Javi move,” you whimpered and he did.
His thrusts were gentle but quick. You could feel his eyes watching you, taking in your reactions as you moaned and spoke his name like a prayer. Your eyes opened slightly too blissed out to fully open them and you met his eyes.
“So beautiful and you take me so well princess.”
“You feel so good Javi,” you moaned out, reaching up to clutch at his arms.
You gave him a pleading look and his thrusts picked up slightly, not too rough, but you knew you were going to tumble off the edge in moments. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him down to you, touching every inch you could. Then without warning you snapped. His lips left yours when you threw your head back, a loud moan echoing around the room as you came apart around him, clutching at him with your walls. He let out a groan and tensed seconds later releasing himself inside of you. You slumped onto the rug under you panting and a complete mess.
“I swear each time we do that it feels like the first time,” he mumbled as he peppered feather light kisses across your face, neck and chest.
You couldn’t even speak, still trying to bring yourself back to earth. He pulled out of you and the both of you whimpered but he didn’t move from his spot.
“Princess?” His fingers brushed at hair that stuck to your sweet streaked face.
Your eyes were still closed and you finally willed them open to look up at you.
“There she is,” he whispered and you both smiled as he kissed your brow.
He finally moved from over you, settling next to you, situating himself on his side his back to the fire. You stayed on your back for a moment watching him before turning to your side facing him. A comfortable silence lay between the two of you, nothing but the crackle of the fire could be heard.
“I’m still shocked you got us a place here.”
“Why is that?”
“You hate the cold Javi.”
“Ahh yes, but I do love you and I want to make you happy.”
His words touched you deeply and you smiled, realizing it was true.
“I love you too Javi but you alone make me happy. The fancy stuff doesn’t matter to me, even though I do appreciate it all.”
You looked into his eyes and you gave him a soft smile, his fingers brushed at your hair again. Then his lips found yours and in seconds he was hovering back over you. The crackle of the fire mixed with your moans was nothing but music to his ears.
Rating:There’s only like one or two instances of language, everything else is very tame - this is a first date, after all.
Summary:Your first date with Javi brings up some uncomfortable topics, but at least you’re being honest … right?
Author’s note:
I’m still unsure of where this one is going - but I’m having fun so I’m not going to complain. I am really happy that the intro was so well received, and I hope that you enjoy this part just as much. Javi is a lot of fun to write - and I’ve been trying to balance that playful, child-like charm that we see throughout most of the movie with what we learn about him in the end … it’s challenging. I welcome questions, concerns and criticism - so don’t be shy!
You were outside of the restaurant at 6:40 on Friday, second guessing whether or not you even wanted to go in.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see Javi - it was that you regretted making the suggestion in the first place. Javi telling you that he was staying on the Upper West Side should have been your first clue to the man’s status. The offer to send a car for you should have been the second. But I suggested it before, when I thought he was just … just some guy.
But Javi wasn’t just ‘some guy’ and a simple Internet search had confirmed the reason why you’d recognized his name and face - at least somewhat.
One of the things that I most appreciate about the Reader in your stories is that they are authentic and honest. Especially when it might be easier to tell white lies or what they think the other person might want to hear.
I look forward to Javi showing her that some things are not too good to be true
