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PEDRO PASCAL as MARCUS ACACIUS  GLADIATOR II  (2024) dir. Ridley Scott

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Javier Pena X Female Reader-Different Worlds

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You'd met Javier at a local place, where you worked. He was always coming in and ended up asking you out.

You fell hard for him. Except you realize just how different your worlds are.

Javier's is dark and dangerous. Yours is simple and boring. You're not sure you two should be together.

Some swearing and innuendo and talk of violence and killing.

.....................

You see him sauntering into the restaurant. He walks with such confidence and swagger that it's hard to not fall for him all over again every time you see him.

He enters and comes right up to you, gently hooking his arm around your waist and planting a big kiss on your lips. You blush.

"How's my girl doing today?" Javi places his hands on your waist, holding you out at arm's length and grinning.

"Busy. You?"

"Downright shitty. But such is the life of a DEA agent in Colombia right now."

Javier releases you and saunters over to a table and takes a seat.

"What'll you have?"

"The usual. Steak and potatoes. Oh, and some cake." You smile, jot down his order and hurry off to place it. Then you grab a couple of beers and bring them to Javi.

He smiles as you set the beers down on the table and you lean closer to give Javi a kiss on the top of his head. He gently squeezes your ass and you bite back a yelp of pleasure.

"Where's Steve?" You ask. Since it's a little slow in the place at the moment, you can talk with Javier for a few minutes.

"He's on his way." Javier reaches out to gently pull you down into his lap and you capture his lips with yours.

"Order up!" You smile and get up to go grab his order and bring it to him. Javier digs in and you leave him to make the rounds, checking on the others, to see if they need anything.

Luckily, they are all okay. You wander back to Javi and sit down next to him.

"I'll come by after work and pick you up. Where do you wanna go this evening?"

"Just to your place." Javi smirks.

"I like that." Steve comes through the door of the restaurant and joins you, plopping down next to Javi, in the other side. You stand.

"What'll you have?"

"Steak and potatoes with a couple of beers, please."

"Coming right up!"

You hurry to get Steve's order in and grab the beers. You take the beers out to Steve, who's deep in conversation with Javier.

They stop once they notice you. Steve takes the beers and thanks you. You decide to make yourself scarce until Steve's food is ready.

"Here's your food, Steve. Do you need anything else?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks."

"I need something, mi amor," Javier murmurs, stroking your arm.

"What do you need, Senor Pena?"

"A little kiss?"

"Just a quick kiss. I am at work." Javi chuckles.

"Very well. Besides, we'll have much more fun later on."

You giggle and give Javi a quick kiss. He grabs your ass and you just laugh as you walk away.

......................

"Javi?"

"Yes, mi amor?"

"Do you really think that we're... compatible?" Javier frowns some and grabs your wrist, gently pulling you closer.

"What makes you ask?"

"Well, it's just that we come from completely different worlds. You're a hardcore DEA agent and I'm just a lowly waitress."

"Hell, no!" Javier kisses you passionately. "You're not just some 'lowly' waitress. You're one hot tamale that makes me feel...stuff."

You start to giggle as Javier starts kissing your collarbone and working his way down to your belly.

You're giggling and squirming around, Javier's lips are tickling your bare skin. He stops and laughs. You kiss him.

"I'll admit, we do have very different lives, Y/N," Javier says softly. "But I really don't see it as a big deal. Unless...you do?"

You lay your head on Javier's chest, slipping an arm around his waist and hugging him tightly.

"No, I guess not. I just have some... concerns."

"Such as?"

"Aren't you going to get bored with me after a while? I mean, you live such an exciting life."

"More like a dangerous life," Javier corrects. "And after chasing after bad guys all day, the thought of coming home to somebody like you is refreshing." You smile.

"Aww, Javier," you coo. "You say the sweetest things!" He kisses you. You smile, reaching up to stroke his sexy mustache. He grins and you touch his dimples.

"I meant every word, chica." You snuggle against him.

"Can we stay in bed all day tomorrow?"

"I think that sounds way more exciting than chasing after assholes all day long!" You laugh.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe just because you and Javi are from completely different worlds doesn't mean that you aren't compatible.

In fact, it might actually mean that you're more compatible than you realize.

.........................

You wake up and look over at Javi. He's asleep and you don't want to wake him up.

You enjoy watching him sleep. He's absolutely beautiful and amazing and perfect and just plain wonderful.

You carefully finger his hair as you watch him sleep. You lean closer and give him a gentle kiss before getting out of the bed and going to use the bathroom.

Javi is awake when you return. He grins as your cuddle with him. Javier brushes his lips over your cheek and you giggle.

"Where'd you sneak off to, chica?"

"I had to use the bathroom. And I wasn't being sneaky. You were still sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up yet. You need your rest."

"Geez, how old do you think I am?" Javier looks kinda mad. You give him a gentle kiss and his frown turns into a smile.

"I could get used to this, mi amor." He rubs your back.

"How could you think I'd find you boring? You're not even a little bit boring. Especially after last night."

"I'm happy you feel that way, Mr. Hotshot DEA agent."

Javier pulls you against him and just holds you.

"You make me very happy, chica. I love you." You grin.

"I love you, too, Javi."

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Frankie Morales X Reader-I Do

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You and Frankie have been dating for over a year now. And he has something he wants to ask you.

Some swearing and innuendo.

.......................

Frankie seems a little... distracted and fidgety this evening. You take his hand, lacing your fingers together and he smiles softly at you.

"You feeling okay?" You ask as you bring Frankie's hand close to your lips and begin kissing it. He squirms some, but is smiling.

"Yeah."

"You sure? You seem a little... distracted."

Frankie squirms again and pulls his hand free from yours. You frown. You're starting to feel a little... suspicious.

"How long have we been together?" Frankie asks suddenly. You scratch your head, thinking.

"About a year?" Frankie stands up and disappears down the hallway and into the bedroom. Oh, shit! You think wildly. Were you supposed to buy Frankie a gift?

Are you celebrating tonight? Shit! Frankie returns, completely oblivious to your discomfort.

He comes to kneel down in front of you. He swiftly removes that dumb baseball cap that he's constantly wearing.

"Y/N, I'm not the best with words." You patiently wait to see how Frankie will proceed.

"But I love you. You're my entire world. I honestly don't know how I'd get by without you."

Frankie opens his fist to reveal a beautiful ring. It's not super fancy, but it's beautiful. It has a blue gemstone in the middle of a golden ring.

"This belonged to my grandmother. My grandfather couldn't afford a really expensive ring, so a friend of his found this for him. My grandmother loved it."

You lean closer and capture Frankie's lips your own and he smiles.

"Uh, Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"You haven't officially proposed to me." Frankie looks flustered and you smile, kissing him again.

"Uh, right! Yeah! I..I guess I should do that then!"

Frankie's so cute when he's all flustered like this! You can't even! You give him a gentle kiss and it calms him down.

Frankie holds the ring out to you and clears his throat, looking a little jittery

"Will you marry me?" You throw your arms around him and kiss him more passionately and Frankie chuckles.

"Hell yes I'll marry you, Francisco Morales."

Frankie starts laughing with relief and with shaking fingers, tries to slide the ring on your finger. You help him and then Frankie wraps his strong arms around you.

"You've made me a happy man, Y/N." He stands, lifting you up with him and you both just stand there, hugging each other.

......................

You wake up. You try to remember what happened. You think you remember that... Frankie proposed to you?

Did that actually happen? You roll over just a tad, Frankie sacked out next to you, snoring away. You smile as you quietly slip out from under the blankets and head for the bathroom to pee.

You hold up your hand. There's the ring. It wasn't a dream. Frankie really did propose to you!

Holy smokes! You roll the idea around inside your head, wondering what that'll be like. You chuckle softly. It's going to be freaking fantastic!

You finish in the bathroom and quietly get back into the bed. As soon as you're settled, you feel Frankie's arms encircle you and you smile

"Everything okay?" He mumbles sleepily. You gently press your lips to his closed eyes, kissing them.

"Yes, Frankie. Go back to sleep."

"I love you," he murmurs softly and you kiss his forehead and he smiles without opening his eyes.

"Kiss me again, please?" You do, kissing Frankie all over his face. His nose, his cheeks, his chin and lastly, his lips.

He finally opens his eyes and smiles at you.

"I thought I told you to go to sleep?" Frankie chuckles and you can feel the rumble in his chest.

"We're not even married yet and here you are, already trying to boss me around."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Morales, but it's only going to get worse."

Frankie chuckles again and gently kisses you.

"That's okay. I can live with that." You close your eyes and smile as you snuggle against Frankie.

"I can't wait to be yours forever, Francisco."

"And I can't wait to be yours forever, Y/N."

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Javier Pena-Fed Up

****Javier is having a bad week and he's fed up with everyone's shit. Including yours.

It's up to you to cheer him up. If you can. Swearing, heavy drinking. Mention of death, too.

...........................

Javier Pena was through. He was pissed off at the entire world, including you.

You knew he'd had a rough week. The department had lost some people. That was always tough. It hurt like hell to have someone alive one day and the next.... well. You know.

You wanted to help Javi feel better, but you weren't sure what you should do. Every time you approached him, he just scowled and flipped you off

Steve told you not to take it personal. You didn't. Besides, you knew that poor Steve took the brunt of Javier's wrath whenever he was in a pissy mood.

Steve learned to deal with it. He knew that Javier wasn't really pissed off at him personally. He was just sick of all this shit that Pablo Escobar was doing and because of all the people they'd lost on account of Escobar.

You stand in the doorway of Steve and Javier's office, watching Javi angrily type up another report. Poor Javi. Your heart ached for him.

You knew better than anyone else that it cut Javier deep inside every time he lost another person. Except, how he dealt with it probably wasn't the healthiest way.

Drinking until he was so damn drunk, he couldn't even walk straight and usually ended up falling down and hurting himself.

Smoking packs and packs of shitty cigarettes, screwing as many, ahem, ladies of the night he could find, just because he wanted to dull the damn pain.

Cussing everyone out who dared had enough balls to ask him how he was doing. (Including you.)

But all that was nothing but a damn coverup, so Javi wouldn't have to feel the actual pain buried deep inside him.

Once, he'd actually opened up to you and you'd held his convulsing body as he sobbed against you. Then after it was over, he threatened to kill you if ever told anyone about that.

Javi finally glances in your direction, flipping you off, but you just walk over to his desk. He promptly ignores you.

"Javi." You say his name low and soft, seeing if it'll soothe him any. It must because he slows his typing just a little and glances at you.

Your eyes lock and you can see his red rimmed eyes. Except, you're not sure if it's from that damn bottle of shitty whiskey that sits on the edge of his desk or if he's been.... crying.

"I'll be ready to go in a minute, chica." Javier's voice is gruff and you know he's got to be hurting inside.

Steve looks up at you and gives you a smile. You know he's trying to make you feel better and you appreciate it.

"I'll just get my shit together and be ready to go whenever you are, Javi."

You turn, walking out of the office, and you can feel the tears starting at the back of your throat already.

.....................

The first thing Javi does when you two arrived home, is head straight for the kitchen to find two more damn bottles of whiskey and some some more damn cigarettes.

You know he's pissed off and hurt and sad. That's no reason to just drown yourself in temporary substances. Especially frickin alcohol.

"Javi, baby," you say, keeping your voice low and controlled. "Come sit with me."

He ignores you and even though you know it's not personal, it hurts like hell. You walk over to him and grab his hand, forcing him to drop the cigarettes on the coffee table.

Javier scowls, yanking his hand away. You just grab it again and place it on your chest. His body goes still and his gaze meets yours.

You can see the tears coming and you release his hand and move, wrapping your arms around him as he buries his face against the side of your neck.

You don't say a word. You just stand there, holding him until he stops sobbing. When he does, you gently take his hand and lead him to the couch and sit down.

You reach over for the bottle of whiskey and open it, taking a long swig before handing the bottle to Javier.

He silently accepts it and takes a long drink. You want to watch him, but you're not going to.

"Would you like me to make you something to eat?"

Javi gives the briefest nod and you head for the kitchen. Actually, you'd made some enchiladas earlier and just need to warm them up in the microwave for a few minutes. And there's cake, too.

You hurry, not wanting to make Javier wait too long. Well. More like be alone too long.

You bring the food out and set the plates down in front of Javi with a fork. He grunts at you, but at least he's not telling you where to go.

You take a seat next to him, your legs touching. You can feel that Javier's trembling, but you decide not to make an issue out of it.

You want desperately to just hold him until his pain is gone, but that'd be a long damn time for that. Neither of you speak, but at least Javier's eating and that's definitely a good sign.

"Thanks, mi amor. I needed that." You automatically reach out to lightly brush your fingers over his mustache and it sends tingles down your body.

"I know I've been a real asshole lately."

"I'm not blaming you for anything, Javi. You have no control over any of this shit."

Javi nods and reaches for a box of cigarettes and a book of matches. You've watched Javi do this a hundred times before. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth, strikes a match and lights his cigarette, inhaling and then exhaling.

A puff of cigarette smoke blows out and all around Javi's head and face. His features are blurred for a few seconds as the smoke slowly clears.

"Sometime, all this...shit," Javier motions around. "Really starts to wear on a person. We've been after this son of a bitch, for geez, months! I mean, when the hell are we gonna get the shit?"

You put your arms around him and hug him gently. Javi leans against you and you slip an arm around his middle.

"I don't have any answers, Javi. I wish you could just get the bastard. He's ruined so many people's lives." Your voice catches and in a moment, you're the one sobbing as Javier holds you.

"It sucks, doesn't it, chica?" Javier kisses the side of your head and you nod, reaching for some napkins.

"It's just so... wrong. Doesn't he even give a shit?" Javi takes a long drag on his already third cigarette.

"Why the hell should he?" Javier snaps. "All he cares about is himself and all that blood money he's racking up."

You sigh, leaning back against Javier and you two cling to each other.

"That was some good enchiladas and cake, mi amor. Thanks." You smile and gently kiss him.

Javi gives you a small smile and it makes you feel somewhat better.

"You and Steve are gonna catch Escobar," you whisper against Javier. "He'll wish he never heard of either of you."

Javier chuckles, tugging you closer.

"That's absolutely what's going to happen to that sick son of a bitch."

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Javier Pena-Mr. Sexy Mustache

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You absolutely adore Javi's sexy, little mustache! It drives you insane!

You're constantly getting distracted by it while you're working. All you can think about is that damn mustache!

You finally lose control and end up touching it. Which leads more than you bargained for.

Some swearing and innuendo.

.........................

Damn that sexy mustache of Javier Pena's! It's distracting you! Any time you're around him, all you can think about is that damn mustache!

You're supposed to be focusing on the file in front of you.  Yeah, that's not happening. You try to discreetly glance over at Javi. He's smoking his tenth cigarette in the last fifteen minutes.

It's a wonder he's even still alive,  the way he smokes like he does. You shift around in your seat, your ass falling  asleep from sitting here for so damn long.

Javi walks over to you, leaning over your left shoulder, looking at the information in the file that you're supposed to be reading.

"Find anything useful?" Javier takes a long drag on his cigarette. You shake your head and stand up,  stretching.

"Unfortunately,  no. I'm taking five." You head for the women's restroom and pee, wash your hands and then...just stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Just knock it off, " you scold yourself. "There's no flipping way you're getting anywhere with Javier Pena."

....................

Three hours later,  you're feeling your brain all limp from staring at multiple files and cross eyed and hungry. So damn hungry.

"I'm about to head out for the evening, " Javi informs you as he shrugs into that sexy, black leather jacket of his. "Care to join me for some  food?"

You fidget with your purse. Should you go with Javier? What the hell? You think.  You only live once.

"Yeah,  what the hell?" Javier chuckles softly and gives you a wide grin. You put your own jacket on and follow him out, calling out several goodbyes to the others  still stuck here at almost nine thirty at night.

You follow Javier out to the parking lot.  It's still a little steamy out, even though the sun has long since set.

You head for your car.

"You wanna follow me?"

Anything you say, Mr. Sexy Mustache you think to yourself.

"Sure. Just no place that has strippers or I'm leaving."

"How little you think of me, Y/N." You flip him off and climb inside your car and start it up, waiting for Mr. Sexy Mustache to get going.

..................

You're actually having a pretty good time with Mr. Player over here. He's  not a  complete asshole all the time.

You notice  that Javier keeps his gaze trained on you often and you wonder if he's actually even seeing you or if he's just zoning out.

"You're enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah."

"I'm happy to hear that." Javi takes a long sip of his beer before taking a bite of his cake.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why'd you ask me to come along with you this evening?"

"Guess I just felt like having some company."

"You do like your time with the women,  huh?" You give  Javi a big, big smile. He chuckles and absently fidgets with his with lighter.

"I'd be lying if I said no." You watch Javier flick the lighter on and off for a few seconds.

"Were you like that when you were back in Texas?"

"You aren't shy, are you?" Jsvi gives you this strange look.

"You should know by now that I'm not. By the way, I might as well confess something."

"You're secretly in love with me." You roll your eyes. Somebody  sure thinks highly of themselves.

"No. I just think that mustache of yours is sexy as hell." Javier leans back in his chair, staring at you.

"You'd  be surprised how often I've heard that."

"Actually,  I'm not in the least bit surprised. I'm  sure that all the women you make out with love it."

Javi leans closer to you and grins wickedly. You get bold and reach out,  gently brushing your fingers over the small, coarse hairs of his mustache.

Oooh, yeah! That's nice! Very nice. Javier doesn't pull away or move. Instead,  he gently takes your hand and just holds it.

"Like what you touched, chica?" Javi murmurs. You nod, gazing directly into his eyes and unable to look away.

"Yeah."

"Can I  do you one better?"

"Depends on what it is."

"I wanna kiss you. Can I?" This surprises you just a tad. Here's Mr. Asshole DEA agent and he's acting almost...insecure. You smile.

"Sure, Javier. You can kiss me." He slides closer,  gently pressing his lips to yours. Oh.  My.  God. You can't believe that Javier Pena, Mr. Sexy Mustache is actually kissing you!

He moves,  smiling  almost bashfully at you. You immediately press your lips back to his, kissing him this time.

"That felt pretty good," you admit and Javier Javier chuckles.

"I'm pleased you enjoyed it."

"Javi?"

"Yeah?"

"Could we do this again soon?"

"What, kiss?"

You laugh and gently squeeze his hands.

"Yeah.  But I meant go out again." Javier gives you another kiss and smiles.

"Sure, chica. That can happen."

"Okay.  Mr. Sexy Mustache." Javier just laughs. Then you think of something. Shit! Now thanks to this happening,  you'll  be thinking about Javier's  sexy mustache even more!

Shit. Oh, well.  I suppose there's worse things you could be focused on.

[emlee81]

Tim Speedle X Female Reader- Strip Tease

***

You decide to perform a little strip tease for your boyfriend, Tim Speedle and he loves it.

18+ content!! Mature! Warning strong innuendo, mentions sex and stripping. Also groping, kissing and inappropriate touching.

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Your boyfriend, Tim Speedle, decided to surprise you by stopping by late one evening. However you have a bit of a surprise for him, to say the least.

Speed greets you as you run into his arms, kissing him heatedly, while Speed's eager hands grope your body. You giggle, holding him tightly for a few seconds before slipping from his grasp.

"Hey," Speed complains. "Get back here." You just laugh, telling him to go sit down on the living room couch. He does, grumbling the entire time.

"Chill, would you?" You say. "I've got a surprise for you, BUT only if you behave yourself."

"All right, all right!" Speed pouts and you have to fight against the urge to run to him, throwing yourself against him.

You go and stand in front of Speed and slowly undress yourself, starting with your socks. Speed just gives you a Look, but you ignore it.

Next, you slowly lift off your t-shirt, tossing it aside, watching as the hunger grows in Speed's dark eyes. He squirms, growing impatient.

Next, you unbutton your jeans, slowly pulling them off, never taking your eyes off of Speed's face. He squirms again, the agitation plain on his face.

"This is torture," Speed groans. You step closer to him, drawing your fingers across the bulge in his pants. Speed release a frustrated moan and you grin.

Now, you're standing there, wearing only your bra and panties. Speed's gaze is so intense, you expect him to explode into flames.

You move to sit down on Speed's lap, his erection digging into your ass. You squirm around on his lap, causing him to moan again.

"You're evil, you know that?" Speed moans. You giggle.

"Hang on," you whisper in Speed's ear. "I'm almost done." You pull off your panties and then, allow Speed to unclasp your bra, letting it fall away.

Immediately Speed's groping you. You close your eyes, throwing your head back, as he gently prods you, all over. You writhe on top of him, clinging to his shirt. Speed's mouth comes down, hard, on yours.

"Better, Mr. Speedle?" You ask softly, stroking his dark hair. Speed nods, that hungry look returning to his eyes.

"Hell yeah," Speed growls in your ear. You wrap your arms around his neck, nibbling.

"I knew you'd enjoy that." Speed chuckles.

"Absolutely, baby."

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Javier Pena-Hurt

****

You're working with Javi and Steve and Javier ends up injured. You're worried sick he won't make it.

Then he says he cares about you, but you don't feel the same way.

Swearing and violence.

...................

As bullets fly right next to your head, you have to focus. You hear angry shouts, in both Spanish and English.

You look at Javier and Steve. Both if their faces are tight with tension. You know yours probably looks similar. Javier slides closer to you, gently brushing his fingers over your arm.

You frown. What the hell? Is having some sort of mental issue right now? You know that he's... into you.

But you're really not into him. Not that way. You care about Javier, but just as a friend. Yeah, he's a handsome guy. And smooth and cool.

However, this track record with the opposite sex isn't exactly squeaky clean. He fools around too damn much for your liking.

You decide to ignore Javier's crazy gesture and refocus your attention on the assholes that are in the process of trying to put you six feet under.

You slip out aways and fire your weapon. Several bullets come flying in your and Javier's direction and he suddenly cries out. Shit! He's been hit.

Steve is by him in two seconds flat and checking to see how bad Javi was hit. You join them and can see the blood slowly starting to soak through the shoulder area of Javier's right shoulder.

You tear off the bottom part of your jacket and start to wrap it around Javier's gunshot wound. He grunts in pain and his brow is drenched in sweat.

You fight against the urge to gently kiss him. He suddenly shoves your blood stained hands away and struggles to stand. He nearly falls over and Steve grabs Javier's arm in a firm grip.

"Easy there, Pena. I don't need you passing out on me. Just stay here. Y/N, you come with me."

You take one last look at Javi. He's starting to look pale and drawn and you hate to leave him alone. He gives you a tight grimace, that's probably supposed to pass for a smile.

"I'll be fine. Just get those assholes." You give him a wink.

"I'll do my damnedest."

....................

Once everything has quieted down, you hurry to find Javi, who's been taken back to DEA headquarters, to get medical treatment.

You and Steve finally locate him in medical wing of headquarters, his shoulder properly patched up with crisp, white medical bandages.

"How you holding up?" Steve asks as you lean against the doorway, arms crossed over your chest.

"I've had better days," Javier replies, his dark eyes focused on.. your face. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you quickly look down at the floor.

"Looks like you'll live to see another day," Steve remarks, grinning.

"Unfortunately. Steve, if you don't mind, I'd like a few minutes alone with Y/N?"

Your head snaps up and Javi catches your eye. You know damn well what he's going to say and you'd rather be anywhere else.

"Sure thing, partner. I'll catch up with you later." Steve winks at you as he slips out the door and walks down the hallway.

You walk over to Javi, your arms still protectively wrapped around yourself, as if that'll stop Javier from penetrating your heart.

"Javi, I already know what you've going to say. And please, just save yourself the embarrassment now and don't even go there, okay?"

"I can't help how I feel, you know." Javier looks so sad that you can't just turn away from him. You step closer and give him a one armed side hug before stepping back.

"I know, Javi. I'm just not sure that's such a good idea for us to, you know, hook up."

"Right." Javier hops off if the examining table he's sitting on a d reaches for his blood drenched shirt.

You watch him struggle with his shirt for a few minutes before offering to help.

"Thanks." You gently slide each of Javier's arms into the sleeves and gently pull it around the front of him.

"Would you like me to button it for you or no?"

"Just up to the middle," Javier replies gruffly. You do as he requests. You step back.

"I do care about you, Javier," you say softly, taking his hand and leading him out of the examining room and down the hallway.

"I guess that's better than you hating my guts."

You don't mean to laugh, but you do.

"I'd say that's definitely better than me hating your guts." You push the elevator button, still holding Javier's hand as you both wait.

Once the elevator arrives, you both step inside and you push the button for down.

"I was scared when I seen you were hit," you murmur softly, giving Javi's hand a gentle squeeze.

"I saw the look in your eyes. I knew."

"I know you can't swear that'll never happen again, but try to at least be a little more careful?"

"I'll try." You reach your floor and exit the elevator. Javi goes to pull his hand away, but you hold on.

"It's okay," you whisper. "This time."

Javi is suddenly pushing you up against the wall and gives you such a gentle kiss that it makes you tingle all over.

"What about that?" Javier asks softly. "Was that okay?"

" Yeah. Just don't get used to it, Pena." Javier flashes a grin.

"I know better." You finally release his hand.

"Damn good thing, too." You take off down the hallway, sashaying your ass, hoping that Javi gets a nice, long look.

"Watch it, Y/N!" He calls after you. "It's not nice to tease!" You just laugh and flip him off before scooting into your office.

What an asshole.

[emlee81]

Javier Pena- I Won't Lose You

****

You were working with Javier and Steve and ended up getting separated from them.

And.... kidnapped.

Warning this chapter deals with kidnapping and talks about violence and killing and some strong language.

....................

Everything in the last few minutes has been nothing but a big blur. You'd been helping Javier and Steve and the next thing you know, your were...a prisoner of one of Escobar's men.

You'd been blindfolded and your hands were tied behind your back as you're forced into a foul smelling truck and driven somewhere about twenty minutes away from where you just were.

"Get out!" A man roughly grabs your arm and yanks you out of the truck. You nearly stumble as you're pulled along into a building.

You're forced into a room and pushed. This time, you do lose your footing and fall on the rough floor.

You struggle to a sitting position and even though, you feel terrible about doing it, you start to cry.

Your only hope is that Javi and Steve find you before it's too late.

...................

It feels like hours pass before anyone comes to check on you. A man is speaking to you in rapid Spanish and you only catch a few of the words.

You realize that he's talking about... killing... you. Oh. God. Your heart stops beating for a split second as you wonder if the man has a gun in his hands and is planning on... shooting you right now.

Another man joins this one. He grabs you by the arm, jerking you upwards. You grunt as he jerks you around.

"I say, we just kill her now!" The man says in a heavily accented voice.

"No! Not yet! We need to keep her alive until the other agents come for her! We want Pena and Murphy!"

Oh, shit! No! They're only using you for bait, so they can...kill Javi and Steve!

"They're not that stupid!" You spit out. "You won't get away with this? Javier and Steve are going to take you down!"

You're tossed back down to the floor as the men laugh loudly and then exit the room.

"Oh, Javi," you whisper. "Please be careful!"

..................

Darkness has fallen. You don't know how much time has passed since you were brought to this awful place.

Suddenly you hear shouts in Spanish and some... English. Oh! Was it...Javi? Your heart is beating crazily in your chest.

You hear gunshots and slide over to the wall and stay low, in case anyone is firing a gun into the room you're in.

The door is kicked open and suddenly strong arms are encircling you. The blindfold is slipped off and... you're looking into Javier's handsome face.

You burst into tears and Javi unties your hands. You throw your arms around Javier's neck and bury your face against his chest as he holds you tightly.

He gently scoops you up into his strong arms and carries you out of the house and out to his car.

"I've got you, mi amor. You're safe now. I've got you."

..................

"How did you find me?" You're cuddled up against Javi as you're both on his couch in his apartment.

"Steve saw the assholes who took you. He grabbed me and we took after the truck. Unfortunately, though, we couldn't just come in and grab you. We needed reinforcements."

Javier gently kisses you and you smile, clinging to him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, Y/N. I feel responsible for what you endured."

Javi looks ready to explode and you know that he's pissed off at himself.

"Oh, Javi," you whisper as you stroke his hair and then gently kiss him.

"It wasn't your fault. I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for this."

"I'm just glad that we found you and that they didn't kill you."

Javier stared intensely at you.

"I won't lose you." You gently kiss him again and then snuggle up against Javi.

"You won't lose me, Javi."

[emlee81]

Pedro Pascal X Reader-Tickle Fight

****

Pedro decides that he wants to have a tickle fight with you.

You're not sure that's such a great idea. But it turns out to be pretty entertaining.

Some minor swearing but mostly fluff and fun.

...............

Pedro is tickling you. You don't really care to be tickled, but at least he's being gentle about it.

You reach over and gently tickle him and then start barely touching his face with your lips.

Pedro laughs and squirms around as you chuckle softly and kiss him on the lips.

Pedro suddenly starts attacking your sides with his fingers and now, you're the one laughing and squirming around.

"S-STOP, Pedro! Come on!" He laughs and stops as he grabs you, hugging you closer.

You laugh and suddenly... you're attacking Pedro with your fingers on his sides.

He squirms and squirms, laughing hysterically. You love hearing the sound of his laugh.

Pedro's laugh is so deep and rich and it just makes you happy. You stop tickling Pedro. He growls softly and hugs you even tighter.

You laugh, even though Pedro's isn't even tickling you. You turn your head and give Pedro a kiss on the cheek.

"You're relentless when it comes to tickling, huh, mi amor?"

"Uh, duh?" You gently start tickling Pedro's foot and he almost accidentally kicks you.

"Hey!"

"Watch it," Pedro warns you and then kisses the side of your head.

"You don't have room to talk, Mr. Pascal!"

Pedro gives you a naughty look and you swat his fine looking ass. He swats yours right back.

"If you wanna tickle me anymore, you're gonna have to catch me!" You know how lazy Pedro can be.

You jump up and taunt Pedro by wiggling your butt in his direction and a minute later, Pedro is up and actually chasing you around the couch in the living room.

You giggle as Pedro tries to catch you so he can tickle you some more. He finally catches you and tackles you on to the couch and starts tickling you.

You laugh and laugh, as Pedro's fingers gently tickles the backs of your knees. You move and start tickling his feet.

Soon, you're both laughing hysterically as you tickle each other. You finally both have to stop so that you can catch your breath.

You snuggle up against Pedro and wrap your arms around him. He kisses the crown of your head.

"You're so devious, Y/N," Pedro murmurs against your hair and then gently kisses you.

You touch his lips and then kiss him back.

"You're one to talk." You start taking your fingers through Pedro's hair, making it stand up straight. You start giggling because he looks so silly.

"And?"

"I wasn't sure I liked the idea of a tickle fight, but it was kinda fun."

"I wasn't too crazy, was I?" Pedro earnestly looks at you. You kiss the tip of his nose and he kisses the tip of your nose.

"No way. You weren't too crazy at all."

"Good. Because I'm continuing on!"

Pedro starts gently tickling you again and you retaliate. You tickle each other for a while before stopping.

"Okay, okay!" You gasp, cuddling up against him. "That's enough for now."

Pedro nods and holds you close.

"Yeah, that's definitely enough. Fir now." Pedro grins wickedly at you.

"Is that a threat?"

"Maybe." You just laugh. Pedro is such a goofball.

[emlee81]

Joel/ Ellie-Guitar Lessons

***Joel decides to teach Ellie how to play the guitar after finding one.

Just some minor swearing.

***

"Do you want to learn how to play the guitar?" Joel asked Ellie as they walked along. Ellie didn't respond. Joel was getting worried about her. After what she went through, he knew she had to be traumatized by it all.

"Ellie?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you be interested in learning how to play the guitar?" Joel repeated. Ellie pasted a smile on her face.

"Yeah. Sounds cool."

"I saw one back there. It was all smashed up, of course. But it got me to thinking, if I could get one, I'd love to teach you how to play."

"Sounds good, Joel. Thanks."

***

A few weeks later:

Joel couldn't hardly believe it! He'd actually found an old guitar that someone had left in the house he and Ellie were staying in. He couldn't wait to show Ellie and start teaching her.

Joel climbed the stairs, pausing at the door of the room that Ellie had claimed as hers and knocked. She answered it almost immediately. Joel held up the guitar, grinning.

"Look what I found! What do you say we give it a shot?" Ellie studied the guitar for a few seconds before responding.

"All right, asshole. Let's try it. See how far we get before you end up pissed off."

"You might just be surprised, little girl." Ellie chuckled and followed Joel down the stairs and they went into the living room, settling down on the couch. Joel placed the guitar in Ellie's arms, showing her how to hold it correctly.

"All right. Put your fingers like so. That's it." Joel couldn't hide his grin. Ellie noticed how proud he looked. As though she'd already mastered it.

"Now start strumming it like this." Joel demonstrated and Ellie followed his instructions perfectly.

"You're gonna be playing this guitar in no time."

"Maybe." Ellie wasn't as confident as Joel was.

"Have a little faith in yourself, Ellie. You're a smart kid."

Ellie smiled. That was something she liked about Joel. He wasn't someone who just automatically showered praise on a person unless they truly deserved it.

"I'll try hard, Joel. Thanks for having faith in me."

"Anytime, kid."

***

Joel was right. It wasn't long before Ellie picked up on how to play the guitar. He couldn't have been prouder of her. He knew she'd accomplish the task.

Within a few weeks, Ellie was playing the guitar as well as he could. Maybe better. Joel wasn't jealous. He felt nothing but pride for the girl.

"Do you think I could learn some more songs to play?" Ellie asked one evening as she strummed the guitar after dinner one night.

"I think you'll learn as many songs as you want," Joel replied, smiling fondly at the girl.

"It was really cool of you to teach me," Ellie said.

"It was no trouble," Joel replied. "You're smart, I knew you'd catch on quickly enough."

Ellie set the guitar aside and leaned over, giving Joel an unexpectedly hug. He was taken aback by her bold play and it warmed his heart.

"I'm happy we found each other, Joel," Ellie murmured. "I couldn't have asked for a better guardian."

Joel's eyes misted up as he returned the hug to Ellie. She wasn't the greatest at expressing gratitude so he was touched by this unexpected display of affection.

"And I couldn't have asked for a better adopted daughter."

[emlee81]

Joel Miller X Female Reader- Forever Mine

***

Just a fluffy one shot with you and Joel.

Some minor swearing.

....

You're so in love with Joel Miller. Sure, he's rough around the edges and has a mean streak. Not to mention, he's not exactly Mr. Social. But he's kind, in his own way. Strong, gentle (surprisingly) at times, and you know he'd do anything to protect you.

That last one, on occasion, freaks you out just a tad. You'd be lost if you lost Joel and well, the man has a hard head and is as stubborn as a mule.

But you wouldn't trade him in for anyone else. He's the only person who can make you happy.

....

You're nestled securely against Joel's warm body, his strong arms wrapped snug around you. You're drowsy from a busy day. You'd been working on the house, fixing it up so it had more of a cozy vibe to it. Instead of like something out of a Hollywood horror movie.

Joel's lips are kissing you tenderly as you giggle. You shift around, gazing tenderly at this beautiful man lying beside you.

"You like that, baby?"

"Yeah," you say.

"Good," Joel says softly, his deep voice thick with drowsiness. "'Cause I like doing that."

You lean closer, kissing Joel on the cheek, as he shivers with desire. You move, wrapping your arms around him.

"We got a lot of work to do on the house yet," Joel adds, his hands roaming your body. You squirm, the sensation nearly undoing you.

"Yup. Joel?"

"Hmm?" You reach up, combing your fingers through Joel's disheveled hair and he smiles, although he's closed his eyes. You smirk.

"Promise me something." Joel's eyes pop open and he frowns some. You have a feeling he knows what you're about to ask.

"You want me to be careful." You nod, tears stinging your eyes. Joel grabs your hands, holding them tightly in his as you struggle with your emotions.

"I promise, Y/N," he murmurs. "I'm not going to do anything stupid."

"You'd better not, Joel Miller."

"I won't. I have you to remind me of how good I have it."

"Yes," you say, squeezing Joel's hand more tightly. "You do just keep reminding yourself of how good you have it with me."

"I love you, Y/N," Joel says firmly, tugging his hands away and wrapping his arms around you again. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, just enjoying the feeling of him.

Joel murmurs softly to you and you calm down, knowing that Joel may be stubborn and careless at times, but he's also a man of his word.

You draw back, just so you can look at his achingly beautiful face and he smiles at you. You immediately lean in, capturing Joel's lips with yours. The kiss is intense and heated, just how you love it.

"You believe me, baby girl?" You nod, massaging his shoulders, which are tense.

"Yes, I believe you."

"Good."

"And if you lie," you add. "I'll kick your ass!" Joel chuckles. He knows you will, too.

He draws you closer to him and you go back to snuggling against him. He's been such a rock for you during this time. There were days you weren't sure if you could go on. Until you remembered how Joel is by your side.

"We should get some sleep," Joel murmurs sleepily.

"Okay, old man," you tease and Joel scowls at you. You just laugh, hugging him tightly as you close your eyes, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

"You're such a bitch," Joel accuses.

"That I am," you agree. "And don't you forget it!"

....

[emlee81]

Pedro/Bella- Daddy's A State Of Mind

****

During an interview with Pedro and Bella, Bella starts teasing Pedro about his "daddy status."

No warnings just Pedro and Bella being silly.

......

"How much fun was it to work with Pedro?" The man interviewing Pedro and Bella, asks.

"So much fun! Pedro's amazing."

"Aww shucks." Pedro is grinning but also blushing just a little.

"Pedro, what's it like working with Bella?"

"Bella's great," Pedro says, smiling fondly at his young co star. "But Bella gets the giggles a lot on set."

"Only because you're the one telling jokes!" Bella shoots at Pedro, eyebrows raised. Pedro just laughs.

"You two do seem to have some incredible chemistry," the interviewer says.

"Bella makes it easy," Pedro says, looking at Bella. "She's super talented and it's been such a pleasure working with her."

Bella grins, obviously pleased with Pedro's high praise. She's so attached to the man sitting beside her.

"Pedro's the one who's crazy talented!" Bella interrupts. "Have you seen this man act? There's nothing he can't do. He's so versatile."

"You're making me blush!" Pedro chuckles a little embarrassingly.

"Oh, please." Bella rolls her eyes but Pedro can see she's pleased with herself.

"It's true." Bella's dark eyes suddenly get a mischievous glint in them as she grins at her co star.

"After all, you are the internet's daddy."

Pedro's face gets red as he explodes with embarrassed laughter, practically fogging up his glasses.

"Yeah, okay."

"Daddy's a state of mind."

Pedro continues to laugh, looking at Bella as he shakes his head.

"You're quoting me now?"

"I've seen your interviews," Bella replies looking sassy and proud of herself.

"I refuse to watch them," Pedro says, leaning over against Bella's chair and cringing slightly.

"Bella makes a fair point," the interviewer says. "People do tend to say you're a daddy."

"I don't know why," Pedro says. "I don't even have kids!"

"Yes, you do," Bella pipes up. "Grogu. And me!"

Pedro rolls his eyes. He's obviously over this nonsense. Although Bella thinks he secretly likes it.

"I thought I remembered another interview," Bella says. "Where you claimed to be someone's cool, slutty daddy?"

"God! Do you remember everything I've said in regards to that?"

"Yes." Pedro shakes his head but Bella can see the mischief dancing in those dark eyes of his.

"What's been your favorite thing on the set of The Last of Us?" The interviewer interrupts.

"Working with Pedro," Bella says immediately.

"Working with Bella," Pedro repiles, smiling.

"Did you pay each other to say that?"

"Yes," Both Pedro and Bella say at the exact same time.

"All right! Thanks for your time!" The interviewer says.

"You're welcome," Bella says.

"Ditto," Pedro adds. The interviewer clicks off online and Pedro turns to Bella, scowling.

"Seriously? You're going to get me in trouble!"

"You sound exactly like Joel!" Bella dissolves into giggles, doubled over.

"And you sounded exactly like Ellie!"

"I know! Daddy."

"Oh, you!" Pedro shakes his head again as Bella leans closer, reaching a hand up and placing it on Pedro's face.

Pedro's expression softens as he reaches for Bella, giving her a hug.

"Don't leave me alone."

"Oh, I won't. I'll be here forever."

"Thanks, chica."

[emlee81]

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Frankie Morales-For Old Time's Sake

****

You and Frankie used to be super close. But then, you both went your separate ways.

Now he's back and decides to look you up. You're happy to see him again, but aren't sure that you want to get back together again.

Swearing and innuendo, although not much. And some angust.

....................

"Catfish?" You blink in surprise. You don't believe your eyes. Yet, here he is Francisco Frankie Morales, standing there, in front of you, a shy grin on his face.

"Hey, Y/N," Frankie says, looking somewhat shy. "I'm back in town. I thought I'd check up on you."

You shake yourself and immediately jump into his arms and Frankie laughs as he hugs you close. You give him a kiss on the cheek before he returns you to the floor.

"Come in. Oh my gosh! 'Fish, it's been too damn long. I don't even know how long."

"Years," Frankie says. He folds his arms around himself, as though he's almost trying...to protect himself from... what? You?

"Would you like a beer?" You ask, bustling into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge, to grab out two beers.

You turn, handing one to Frankie, who accepts it and twists the cap off and downing most of the bottle.

"Thanks. What've you been up to?" You head for the couch and plop down, Frankie following.

"Not a hell of a lot," you reply. "Work, work and more work. What about you? What brings you back?"

"I gotta new job, flying supplies to the island."

"I thought I heard you'd lost your pilot's license?" You raise your eyebrows at him. Frankie just shrugs.

"You.. seeing anyone?"

"What'd you care?"

"Just wondering."

"I'm not. Are you?" Frankie shakes his head and finished his beer. You pose to stand, asking if he'd like another one.

"Yeah. Thanks." You walk into the kitchen, your mind racing in circles. You think the real reason that Frankie's back here is because... he's not over you.

You want to think that you're over him. Except, that'd be a damn lie. You're not over Frankie Morales. Even though he totally destroyed your heart, shattering it into a million broken pieces and it took you months before you could actually go and entire day without breaking down.

You get the beer and head back out to Frankie. He smiles and takes the bottle from you, your fingers barely brushing against each other.

"Frankie?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you really back because of a job?" You ask softly. "Or because you wanna get back together with.. me?"

Frankie's entire body goes completely still. You know you've found him out and he's uncomfortable.

"The thought might have crossed my mind." He slowly untwists the beer bottle cap and takes a long sip.

"Frankie, I don't know if that's a good idea." You see his shoulders slump and you immediately feel guilty.

You set your own beer bottle down and slide closer, so that you're legs are touching.

"What we had, Catfish, was a long time ago. We've both changed. We're not this same person were all those years ago. You do understand, don't you?"

Frankie nods and finishes his beer, setting the bottle aside and getting to his feet. You stand up, too.

He shuffles to the front door and grabs the doorknob to turn it.

"Yeah, Y/N," Frankie says without turning around. "I understand. That doesn't mean I don't think it's total bullshit."

He walks out, slamming the door behind him and leaving you shaky and breathless.

.....................

You hardly sleep a wink that night. All you keep thinking about is: Frankie. You're torn between feeling pissed off at him and yourself.

You end up crying more than you would have wanted to. It's amazing how something that happened so long ago can still bring you to your knees when you least expect it to.

.................

You call in sick to work the next day. You hate lying, although it's not technically a lie, seeing how miserable you feel.

You hurry over to the carrier airport, hoping to catch Frankie before he leaves to deliver a shipment. You have to tell him how you really feel. And you have to apologize for hurting his feelings.

You spot him, loading up cartons of boxes into a chopper and scream out his name. Frankie pauses, his arms filled with two boxes.

He quickly sets the boxes down and rushes to you. You grab him by that butt ugly yellow jacket he's had for years and hold tightly, as though if you don't, he'll fly away from you forever.

"What are you doing here?" Frankie asks. You don't reply. Instead, you pull his head down, kissing him for all it's worth. Frankie cups the back of your head and kisses you back.

When you two pull apart, you realize that you're crying and so is Frankie. You cling to him. He's yours. At least, he was, a long time ago.

"I'm sorry, Frankie. I didn't mean what I said to you last night. I'm just... scared that if I say yes to you again, it'll get screwed up again."

Frankie tenderly holds your face in his callused yet gentle hands and you reach up, holding on to his wrists.

"There's always a chance things could get messy again, chica. But I need you. It is why I came back."

You laugh, although you're still crying. Frankie wipes your tears away with his thumb.

"I'm happy you came back, Catfish," you whisper. "Because I need you, too. So damn much."

Frankie kisses you passionately and you laugh again. Frankie laughs, too. He reluctantly releases you.

"As much as I want to stay her and keep kissing you, I really need to get to work. We'll talk later!"

You nod, wiping your nose in your coat sleeve.

"I'll be around. I'm not going anywhere, 'Fish." Frankie grins and blows you a kiss. You blow one back before turning and heading back home.

.....................

You and Frankie are cuddled up together on the couch, enjoying some pizza and beers.

He keeps kissing you and you just smile. You like Frankie kissing you. You really do.

"I almost can't believe we're back together again."

"Me neither. But I've never been happier." You slip your arm around Frankie's waist and just hold on to him.

"Yeah, Morales, me too."

[emlee81]

Dave York-Please Don't Leave Me Alone

****

You'd been dating Dave for several months, but suddenly, something happened.

He nearly died and he refused to tell you anything about what took place. So you made a difficult decision and broke up with him.

But Dave has been pleading with you to come back. You want to, but aren't sure that you can trust him anymore

Swearing and innuendo and some major angust.

......................

No. This isn't real. You reach over for the other side of the bed and... nothing. It's... empty. The reality hits you over the head.

He's... not there anymore. The tears start slowly but soon, are gusting out of your eyes. Shit! Why? Screams in the back of your mind.

You press your face in the pillow, soaking it with your tears. You force yourself to calm down. All the damn tears in the world aren't going to stop this deep ache inside of you.

.....................

Two months ago:

You're cuddled up against Dave's body, his arm securely around you. You lean over a bit, gently kissing him and he smiles.

He's handsome, although not in a Hollywood type way. More like a healthy, outdoorsy way. You met at a coffee shop, funnily enough.

Both you and Dave would stop there in the morning before you headed to your jobs. Dave at his big, important job and you at your library job.

He finally worked up enough nerve to ask you out. You thought about it for a couple of days before agreeing to go out with him. And it turned out to be one of the best dates you'd ever been on.

Dave was such a kind soul. And incredibly gentle towards you. Sometimes you wondered if he worried he might hurt you in some way. The first time you made love, he was so careful and it almost made you want to laugh.

Even now, after you've been dating for a while, Dave is still acting like he might break you.

"I'm not that easy to break," you tease him and he chuckles softly before holding you by the waist and kissing you more hungrily.

"I know. I guess I just worry I'll..get a little too... carried away with you."

"Not possible." You slowly drag your fingers over the rough stubble on his right cheek and he smiles softly at you.

Dave grins and leans in to give you a gentle kiss. You smack his cheek lightly and he laughs.

"Kiss me harder than that, you dork," you whisper as you begin to nibble on his lips.

Dave grabs you by the waist and kisses you harder. You love the feel of his lips against yours. Dave holds you.

"You're beautiful," he growls softly. You giggle.

"And you're handsome."

"You're such a brown noser." You laugh, hooking your fingers around his neck and gazing into his brown eyes.

"Damn right."

......................

You're listening to the sixth voicemail that Dave has left you. You hug your legs tightly, resting your head on your knees, as the tears slowly slip out and slide down your cheeks.

"Hey, my sweet, beautiful girl, I know I shouldn't keep calling you like this. It's not healthy. But, oh my god, I can't seem to make myself quit. Oh, Y)N, I'm so sorry. So damn sorry! I...I need you so damn much that I can't think straight. Please come back to me. Please."

You erase the message. Just like you did with all the others. You gently set the phone down on the floor and press your eyes into your knees, as the tears slide down your legs as you convulse into sobs.

.......................

"Why the hell didn't you just tell me the damn truth?"

"I wanted to. Believe me."

"I don't have to believe anything!"

Dave covers his face with his hands, turning his body slightly. You can see him trembling. He's upset with himself. You get that. But he still should have just told you.

"Dave, if you want things to work between us, you have to be honest with me."

Dave comes to you and gently pulls you against him, but you push him away. He's not getting off that damn easy.

"I love you, Y/N. Please. Just give me another chance."

He looks so sad. You want to cave. You don't want to be angry with him. But you don't like him being dishonest with you, either.

"I need some time to think." Dave nods, looking miserable. Your heart is breaking right now as you watch Dave pick up his suit jacket and fold it over his arm.

"I'll be ready for you whenever you want to talk."

Then.... he's gone.

................

You're running to Dave. You shout his name. He turns. He looks shocked. You haven't seen or spoken to him in days.

You decide that you can't live without him. But he has to swear to you that he'll always be honest with you. Regardless of the circumstances.

Dave drops his crap as you launch yourself into his arms and he holds you close, tilting your head up and gently kissing you.

You're both crying as you cling to one another. Dave hugs you and kisses your forehead. You love that. It's so sweet and tender.

"I want you, David York," you whisper. "Just swear to me that you'll always be honest with me from now on."

"I swear, Y/N. Just promise you won't leave me again. I need you too much."

He kisses you again and you smile faintly, brushing your fingertips over his stubbled cheek. He laughs.

"As long as you're honest with me, Dave. I can't be with somebody who isn't honest with me."

"I will be, sweet girl." You break apart and Dave leans over to begin collecting his crap.

"We'll talk about this more after work." You kiss his cheek.

"Sounds good."

..................

"I just feel so incomplete without you." You're cuddled up against each other.

"As do I. But I want to be able to trust you."

"You should be able to trust me. I'm sorry I wasn't straight with you before. I will be from now on."

You rake your fingers through Dave's hair, messing it up. It makes you smile. He smiles, too, kissing you.

"You're forgiven. I just better not catch you in a lie again. Or I'll make you seriously regret it."

"I wouldn't doubt you for a minute." Dave pauses.

"Please don't leave me." You kiss him.

"I won't, Dave."

[emlee81]

Tim Speedle X Female Reader- Bedroom Eyes.

***

Speed comes home from a long shift and he's in the mood for you.

WARNING SMUT , ORAL AND STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT. 18+++⚠️⚠️⚠️🥵🥵🥵

This is for @samcrosfaith who's a big supporter of mine since I joined Tumblr and she loved the last one I did of this. Hope you enjoy this one! And if you enjoy spicy content, please check out her stories!❤️

***

You're lying in bed, watching the numbers of the alarm clock, aching for your boyfriend, Tim Speedle, Aka Speed, to get home from work. He often comes in late and you're all prepared for him.

You're scantily clothed, wearing just a pair of panties and one of Speed's t-shirts. He seems to like it when you wear his shirts, but he enjoys it even more when he gets to rip it off of you.

You finally hear Speed's motorcycle pull into the garage and a few minutes later, he's slipping quietly into the bedroom. You smile to yourself as you hear Speed disrobe, recklessly tossing his shirt and pants to the bedroom floor before lifting up the sheet and slipping between them.

Speed slides his body close to yours, gently, tenderly, turning you over. You chuckle, touching his lips and scruffy facial hair.

"Hey, baby," Speed's voice is low and husky. You smirk, feeling his erection digging into your thigh. He's obviously aroused.

"Hey yourself," you whisper. "Horny much?" Speed chuckles breathily against your neck as he begins kissing you there, working his way down, as you bare your neck to him.

Speed's hands slip beneath the t-shirt, as his thumbs brush over your hardened nipples. Your breath is sharp as Speed continues on for a few minutes, making you squirm and moan.

"Let's get this off," Speed murmurs, tugging the t-shirt off and flinging it to the side. You press your body closer to his, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, hooking a finger in and quickly sliding them down.

Speed cups your waist, flipping you on your back and hovering over you. You smirk, running your hands over his bare chest, just admiring how sexy Speed looks.

"Damn," you say. "You look good enough to eat." Speed grins as he leans in for a rough kiss. You wrap your arms around him. Speed shifts, slipping his fingers between your legs, where you're already soaking wet.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Speed murmurs, poking and prodding you, making you arch your back and moan loudly. "You're very wet, little girl."

"C...Can't imagine...why," you moan, as you begin thrusting against Speed's fingers.

Speed just smirks, as you writhe on the bed, impatient for him to be inside you.

"W..Would you...hurry up?" You moan. "I..I can't hold it much longer!"

"Patience is a virtue," Speed replies. You glare at him. "All right!"

Speed gently spreads your legs, positioning himself between them as he locks his eyes on yours. Damn, you love his deep brown eyes.

"After this," you whisper. "It's MY turn." Speed smirks.

"Whatever you want, baby." Speed eases himself into your and you grip him tightly, holding on as you both rock together in a perfect rhythm, feeling like you're being pushed to the brink of insanity you wouldn't want it any other way.

***

When Speed finishes, you order him to lie beneath you, as you prepare to push HIM to the brink of insanity.

Speed watches you, as you lean over, your head down, between his legs. You slowly trace your tongue around the edge, teasing him first. Speed bucks his hips, groaning impatiently. You chuckle.

"Impatient, Mr. Speedle?" You ask. He glares at you and you laugh.

"Yes!"

"Serves you right for teasing me," you tell him. You finally get down to business, going slowly and carefully, enjoying the sounds that Speed is making. He's clearly pleased.

"Shall I stop?" You ask, knowing what he'll say.

"Hell no!" You giggle and continue. Speed comes a moment later and you lick it all up. You finish and crawl up beside him, cuddling close as Speed catches his breath.

"Enjoy yourself?" You murmur, wrapping an arm around Speed's body and holding him close. He chuckles softly as he kisses you.

"I sure did. You?"

"Absolutely." You hug Speed closer. "That was definitely worth the wait."

"I thought so as well."