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[evening-rose-309]

bestie….

Comrade, it is ass-o-clock in the morning as I'm reviewing this.

At first glance, I would say protag dialogue is almost what you would find in a silly happy fun time rpg where you can, in fact, talk down bounty hunters by being too much nerd and too much charming at the same time.

But then the next 5 lines happened. and we ran out of charm.

[missadangel]

Little Bird in a Cage

Part 1: Operation Little Bird

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(Javier Peña x reader)

In this story, the reader is the daughter of the Colombian Defense Minister from Narcos season 3 and DEA agent Javier Peña has to kidnap her to protect her.

Rating: Mature, 18+

Word Count: 54,191 in total.

Warnings: falling in love, rough sex, smut, sex, mention about sex workers, cursing, alcohol, kidnapping, violence, gun violence, drugs, narcos, Cali cartels, unplanned pregnancy, fluffy, mention about pregnancy, bathtub sex, age gap (10-15 years)

Summary:  When I was writing this story, I wondered what it would be like to be kidnapped by Javier Peña. i wish lol

Notes:  English is not my native language so bear with me. hit me in comments if you like it so i can keep sharing. Enjoy!

Gif by azerytrobaz - reddit

-Prologue-

The night you turned 22 you met incredibly charming and mysterious man, and the first time you saw him your heart skipped a beat. Immediately the question came to your mind,

What if he’s the one?

That was your first mistake…

You will soon realized that he was Javier Peña,  former DEA agent - yes, former, because your father played a big role in getting him discharged - who has been sneaking up on you because of all the shit your father had done and was going to kidnap you to teach him a lesson. So that was the plan, at least for now.

From Javier's point of view, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you. He's been after your father for a while for aiding and abetting the Cali cartel. But because your father was Colombia's respected minister of defense, it was very difficult, close to impossible, to expose it. But on the other hand, you were his only weakness, which made you the only option.

"It's fuckin stupid, we'd better commit suicide..."

Javi grumbled while he's stalking you on the way your home.

That was the first time he saw you, you look like very happy with your friends returning from college, unaware that the man you would later love and hate so much was following you at the moment.

Of course, you didn't know about the shit your father was doing and you never did.

As Javi spy on you behind his sunglasses in a distance, all he could think about was how to approach you. You were young and quite beautiful that every man would want you easily. He was at least 10 years older than you and he usually spends his time after work in the brothel with prostitutes, he wasn't very good at approaching other women.

"She usually likes to hang out at a bar with her friends, that's good for you sir, that's your specialty." Chris said with a smirk standing next to him.

Javi rolled his eyes. "Let’s see."

The plan that Javi, the other two agents Chris and Daniel, and his buddy Steve -by providing support from Bogota- came up with was actually technically quite simple. Kidnap the minister's daughter, hold her for a while so that you can protect her from the Salazars, the archenemy of the Cali cartel, and others can't get to her. The CIA certainly didn't want to be involved in this plan because they had already taken Escobar. That's why it was actually very difficult. Javi was no longer an agent and he was not authorized to ask any support.

So he had to reluctantly go to Don Berna, knowing that he would definitely want something in return, of course. But Javi was doing it partly for himself, he wanted more than anything to go back to his days as an agent. And taking the cartel down.

They could kidnap you suddenly when your'e outside, but a conflict would be inevitable, and if gets out that Javi was involved in this, the positions of other agents could be in danger, and even if America's name would heard about the kidnapping of the minister's daughter incident, it could be very very bad.

That's why Javi was going to approach you as random guy, not as an agent. The first attempt was failed, because you were at home almost all week, and sometimes you went shopping, that's all. Also you were given ride by a car every-damn-time. Javi was getting more and more impatient wondering when he would find the right time.

Luckily, due to the information Javi received, the girl -you- has a birthday party tonight and you were going to be with your friends only. That night, he was primping his hair more than usual night, he was already very attractive with his bright brown eyes, slightly shaped hair, clean-shaven face except for his mustache.

He put his favorite perfume on his neck and a little on his black leather jacket too, then left the house.

The party was in the bar of an elite hotel. As Javi approached the crowd at the entrance of the big hotel, his phone rang. That was Chris, he was joking about whether he was going to put a bug in his jacket so they can eavesdrop on .

"Fuck off," he hissed and approached the entrance. It was not difficult for him to get in, pass the security etc., the main problem was what he was going to do inside. He sat down on a bar stool, had a drink and started spying around. He looking for you, and he almost spit out his drink when he noticed you, “Damn,” he gulped.

There you were, standing in front of him with all your beauty, the dress you were wearing left your back and shoulders exposed, also was quite short so he can see clearly your long and smooth legs, shining under colorful lighting. Your light brown hair, resembling chocolate, was layered long, cascades down your back, your makeup was not too much but the color of your lips was just—

"Great," Javi muttered. He almost forgot what he came here for. He tossed off his drink and observed a little more, just then someone -he thought was probably her ex boyfriend -approached you, and things got tense after an argument, luckily for Javi, you walked over to the bar stool. With an upset expression, you sat down next to him without noticing Javi who got excited for a moment realizing finally had opportunity to make a move.

“Is everything all right?"

You just took a sip of your drink and startled by this question.

When you turned your head that way, you saw him, and were immediately surprised how you didn't see him before, sitting on barstool next to you, because he wasn't one to go unnoticed, at that moment you felt that you entered the field of his attraction.

This stranger asked you sincerely, he seemed a little worried but much curious though.

Even  you were almost forgetting why the hell you’re upset about. Then you shook your head and come to your senses.

"Yes, I think so," you murmured without looking at him.

"It's just that some men can't handle being dumped," you sighed. Javi smiled flirtatiously, "If the person who dumped is a beautiful woman like you, I can’t imagine how though to handle."

When you heard his compliment, you felt your cheeks turn red, you couldn't take your eyes off his dark brown eyes for a while. You smiled and made a gesture like thanking him with the glass in your hand. Your friends came to check you on trying to convince you to go with them but you didn't want to go.

The music was loud, everyone were dancing madly but you didn't want to dance either. For some reason, it was more tempting for you to sit with this stranger.

"May I ask your name?" he asked.

"Y/N," you said immediately, your voice was like a silver bell ringing. "And your name is?"

Of course, Javi couldn't say his own name, he had to lie, and he said the first name that came to his mind.

"I'm Juan."

"Glad to meet you, Juan. You're not here for my party? why are you here?" you asked in a curious way.

"I think my date ditched on me tonight," he pouted his lips and smirked.

"Oh, it's too bad," you said sincerely, "Well, her loss."

"Do you think so?” he said, by raising his eyebrows. “That was very kind of you."

Oh god, those eyes you thought, feeling your heart pounding so fast.

‘Can you be my birthday present?’ you wished and smiled to yourself for naughty thoughts and hoped he didn’t notice that shit.

"Let me stay here if you want, the party is almost over anyway, you have no idea how happy I am to get another age," you said in a sarcastic voice, looking at your friends and rolling your eyes.

"Well, happy birthday then," said Juan (aka Javi), handing you his glass to toast.

After toasting your glass with him, you had a long conversation, you started to like him more and more, however it was quite late.

"Oh, it's almost 2 am," you said in a nervous voice, checking your watch.

"Juan, it was nice to know you, but I need to go home. My father is very strict. And he won't accept any excuses."

"Okay, I have no intention of getting beaten up by a girl's father, but let me take you home, because I’m afraid, all of your friends are gone so."

You immediately turned your head and looked around, he was right, there was no one left, well, you wondered how this happened so fast.

"We had a very long chat, ha?” you smiled hysterically.

“Si, I enjoyed every moment," he got up with triumphant joy and helped you to put your jacket on. How kind he was, you thought, when he helped you while putting your jacket on with his big hands and the smell of his perfume came to your nose, almost took your breath away.

It was fucking perfect.

--

"Actually, you can't give me a ride home," you said before leaving the hotel.

"My father always sends a private car to pick me up."

You sound was low because you've never liked that.

Javi quickly scanned the outside with his eyes, he didn't need your father's men to see him at all right now.

"Then will you give me a chance to see you again?" he asked quite willingly hoped it wasn't too much to ruin everything.

You didn't know what to say, usually you would never tell your father about their relationship because he kept grumbling unnecessarily.

But you wanted to see Juan again more than anything, you surprised even yourself with this eager attitude. What was happening to me like this? you thought.

Javi was waiting wanted you to say yes more than anything, time was running out. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get that close to you again. It should be done later this week.

"We just met, Juan," you suddenly said, “I'm not used to this, meaning this is the first time I've had such a chat with someone I met at the bar.” You didn’t want to look like easy.

“But I can give you my beeper number." you added, mischievously.

While you were typing in your number to part of paper, Javi was wondering if it was right time to kidnap you right now. But suddenly his eye caught the men standing outside next to the black car. They were probably waiting for you. He had to a give up, it was too risky.

"Here," handing him your number written on a paper.

"Good night," you said with a warm smile

"Good night," Javi answered in low tone looking the paper you just gave him.

Suddenly something came to your mind and you stopped for a moment, which made a big smile on your face. You immediately turned towards him, after you check the men waiting for you, one of them was coming towards you slowly, you had to be quick.

"Do you like painting?"

Javi was surprised.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I have an exhibition of paintings at the Muli museum on Friday at 8pm, maybe we can hang out afterwards."

Javi's brown eyes were shining with hope, he smiled at you so warmly.

"Ah, and the best part is, dad won't be there," you whispered, blinking at him, then you ran towards the car like the cinderella in a hurry for her carriage.

That was your second mistake…

Javi was happy, felt like he has won a victory.

"Can’t fucking wait, baby," he murmured with a smirk on his face .

----

“What the fuck?”

Opening your eyes in a place you've never seen before, trying to remember what you did last night, where you were, and how you got here.

Or by whom.

Your memory was starting to come back with a terrific headache. You were waiting for him in the art gallery of the museum, people were congratulating you for your exhibition and it was crowded. You were hoping for him to come, yes, him. The person who brought you here. He.

When you sit up in bed, you realize that you remember everything.

Juan brought you a bouquet of flowers, visited your exhibition, praised the paintings you made, and then offered to have dinner outside, everything has been great so far. Until when he asked if you wanted you to go to his house after dinner, and you said yes.

Well, that was your third and last mistake.

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While the two of you were driving towards his house-at least while you were hoping so- he brought you to a large area, somewhere like a helicopter field.

You got out of the car and looked around try to understand what the heck is this, but before you even turned around to ask him, You felt your consciousness go away with a sharp smell coming from a rag which he was holding his palm pressing to your nose. The last thing you remember is that a helicopter was approaching in the distance.

Suddenly, your heart started beating very fast, you pressed your hand to your chest, feeling make a fool of  hit you very hard.

You immediately stood up to look out of the window. Everything was dark outside, the only visible things were the forest-like trees that made it impossible to see the sky and the weak lighting that surrounded the house where you are now. There were iron bars outside the window, like a prison. Anger and a feeling of being cheated began to take over your body. You turned your eyes to the room and hastily reviewed it, but there was nothing useful, your body wanted to leave here immediately, your survival instinct wanted to find a way out.

"She's awake,” you heard a voice from behind the door almost whispering.

You were suddenly startled by the opening of the door, but at the same time you went into defensive mode.

He was the one who came in.

The first thing that came to your mind to take small lamp on bedside table and throw at him. Juan was fast, he flinched reflexively, then he carefully and  slowly approached you.

"Please listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you, let me talk."

"Who the fuck are you? What do you want, why are you brought me here?”

Javi then put his hands on his waist trying to find correct explanation.

“Answer me!” you yelled at him.

"Fuck, baby I know you’re surprised as hell but listen, I am Javier Peña. Former DEA agent, the reason I brought you here is to protect you only, please believe me."

"Is it so?" you asked in a sarcastic way.

You moved back and picked up a pillow this time and threw it at him again.

"Fuck off!"

Javi grabbed the pillow and sighed deeply.

He brushed his hair back with his other hand, which fell on his face when the pillow hit, and then he approached you, there was no place left for you to step back so just standing there.

Without taking his eyes off you, he threw the pillow on the bed. His eyes were deep and serious this time.

"I'm telling you the truth, I guess you don't know about your father's shit with the Cali cartel. I don't blame you. But it was only a matter of time before the cartel's enemies used you to harm your father, so I had to take you here."

"And you saved me? What, am I supposed to say thank you or something? Yeah, fuck you very much!"

He rubs his head, didn’t know what to say.

"You should have a dog in the hunt, right?” you asked suddenly, trying to find a way to get closer to the door.

Javi sighed and sit on small couch near the door.

"I lost my job because of your father, I'm not an agent anymore. Beside- wait!"

When you run towards the door in a quick move, he grabbed you from behind easily.

"Let me go," you cried. You were struggling to get out of his strong arms.

"Don’t be silly Y/N, have you ever thought about where you're going. There are soldiers outside, guards, and we're not in Cali anymore."

Suddenly you stopped fluttering, Javi hadn't pulled his arms out, he couldn't figure out what to do. But when he saw the sad expression on your face, he let you go.

"What do you want from me exactly?" you asked, your tone was no longer angry, yet desperate.

Javi grabbed your shoulders softly and looked into your eyes with his bright brown eyes.

"I want you to stay here until we capture the Cali cartel, we’ll do whatever you want or need, no harm will come to you, I promise."

"You mean, until you get your job back.”

Javi's touch by shoulders hurt you more, you pushed his hands away and he was avoiding reply and you both knew it meant yes.

"I want to talk to my father," you said after a short silence.

"No fucking way, I'm sorry."

"You were going to do whatever I wanted, you said so," you frowned.

"Everything except that," said with half smile.

His smile made you even more angry.

"Look, why don't you get some rest, stay alone for a while, we'll be downstairs when you need us."

You didn't answer, you were looking out of the window with hands crossed.

"Was it all part of this game?" you asked Javi who was about leaving the room but playing with door handle.

"I mean your interest in me," you explained, "It was all a lie, wasn't it? You approached me because of my father, didn't you?" looking at him this time.

"Get some rest, please" he said again, slowly closed the door, left the room.

You couldn't hold back your tears anymore and you let them flow and fell asleep while murmuring.

"How stupid I am.”

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The days were passing, and every time you were a hostage, you started to get more bored, you hated the feeling of uncertainty and detention.

And when you looked out of the window in your room and see the same things every day, it didn't help to make that feeling go away. Mercenaries, soldiers or whoever they are, they sprinting as group every day for training, changing shifts on duty, and this goes on until it gets dark.

Javi and others visiting you to ask what you needed and to bring food and drink only.

But you didn’t see Javi for two days. Even though he came anyway, he didn't talk much.

Maybe because you beg him for to get you out of there everytime he comes by, who knows. And one day the worst thing happened for you. Chris ran into the room at lightning speed because you screamed very loudly.

"Are you all right, senorita?"

Javi was in a meeting with the commander of the soldiers and Don Berna at the time. The meeting was about to end when his own name was called. He frowned, put out his cigarette and left the office.

"What now," he hissed.

He ran up the stairs, getting worried.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he asked curiously. Saw Daniel and Chris waiting outside of the bathroom door.

“Señorita has a problem, we didn't get it, sir."

Javi gestured his hands for them to step aside and grabbed door handle wanted to check but-

"Y/N are you all right? What-"

"Don't you dare come in!!!" you shouted quite loudly.

"Okay, can you tell me what happened, por favor?"

"Look, I need clean clothes to change and, the, that thing," your voice was cracking.

Three men in the room looked at each other confused as hell, they had no idea. Javi approached the door softly again.

"To what, cariño?" his voice so soft too but it only made you more angry.

"Just the fucking girly thing," you scolded him.

"Never came to your little minds of yours, when you were kidnapping a girl, ha? Idiots!"

Javi felt so embarrassed when he realized, he bit his lip and ruffled his hair with his hand.

"I'll find you what you want, I promise, you hang in there a little longer, okay?" almost begging.

Daniel and Chris giggled each other.

"Stop it and think about how we will find it." Javi snarled.

"The market near here is at least 50 km away, sir."

“Fuck.”

"What about the female soldiers? I've seen one, no harm to ask her, right?"

Javi nodded.

"You two stay here.”

“Hurry up!!!” you shouted again.

When he get out of the building, Don Berna and the others were there.

"Hey amigo, is there any women among soldiers? I need to talk to her right now."

"Peña," Berna laughed roughly.

"If you need a hooker, just tell me. Anton will take you. I wouldn't recommend approaching female soldiers with that intention. If you know what I mean."

He laughed so hard that the cigar in his mouth almost felling to the floor.

"Fuckin hilarious.” Javi snorted.

----

You were in a lot of pain and the bleeding couldn't stop.

You had no choice but to trust Javi and wait. When you were about to faint, you heard the door open, and immediately after, a woman's voice came to your ear.

"I'll take it from here, gentlemen," she said confidently.

You were almost relieved when you saw a woman in uniform in front of you. She brought clean clothes and tampons, also helped you to change, and now you were dying to get out of fucking bathroom.

"Thank you, really," you said sincerely.

"No problem, señorita," she smiled and left the room, but Javi has entered before the door was closed.

"Are you feeling better?"

Suddenly you felt your cheeks turn red.

"Yes, thank you," you said, avoiding to make eye contact with him.

“Don’t thank me, just be okay,” he muttered and left the room.

You wanted to say more but couldn’t. Feeling abandoned because he left you in the room alone, but because you were so tired to think over. So you preferred to go to the bed and lay down.

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[mint-yooxgi]

Gunsmoke & Leather Prologue

Biker!AU - Part of the Gunsmoke & Leather Collab - With @kpop-stories-21 @anyamaris @pyeonghongrie @sanjoongie

@nebulousbrainsoup @stardragongalaxy and @yoonguurt

Genre: Mature, Angst, Fluff, Humour, Non-idol!AU

Pairing: Ateez X Reader - Prologue in Third Person, individual parts to follow

Words: 1,480

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Allusion to kidnapping and supernatural occurrences. Mature themes.

A/n: *Insert laughing lizard gif here* As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: Eight online friends meet in person for the first time and plan to have a wild weekend. However, things quickly go awry when they are kidnapped by a notorious biker gang. Hilarity, misadventures, and perhaps even feelings ensue.

Stars twinkle in the night sky above, the light of the full moon illuminating the pavement as an old microbus makes its was through the city. Peals of laughter can be heard from within, a chorus of eight voices shouting along to lyrics they all know by heart. Every so often, a streetlamp provides insight to wide smiles stretched across bright faces, most dancing in their seats or shaking their other friends lightly in excitement.

This trip was meticulously planned. Simply getting everyone’s schedules to line up was a pain, but as luck would have it, an opening seemed to appear for them all. Furious calls were made and messages sent to arrange the perfect getaway for these eight friends, excitement lingering in every voice to finally be able to spend some time with each other.

What better way to spend some quality time with friends than on a road trip?

Thus, a microbus was rented, bags were packed, and the meeting point was set. All that is left to do is make it to their hotel for the night, and pick right back up where they left off tomorrow.

“I still can’t believe you convinced that guy in the chicken costume to take a picture with us.” A large grin stretches across Elara’s features as all heads turn to look at Aurora.

“And it made for a good memory!” She beams, pulling out her phone to begin swiping through the photos. “Look how happy we all are!”

“The photos did come out really nice.” Larissa hums, reaching forward to grab Aurora’s phone.

“Look at our faces!” Nix cackles, swiping the phone and zooming in on the picture. “Caly and Aries are giving the chicken man the worst side eye imaginable.” 

“Any man who says ‘let’s cock-a-doodle-doo this’ deserves to get the side eyes of death.” Aries replies bluntly, leaning back in his seat to get more comfortable.

“Fair enough,” Rhea laughs, patting the taller male on his shoulder. “What’s your reasoning Caly?”

All heads turn to the woman in the driver’s seat who has been quiet this whole time. A slight frown mars her brows, eyes flicking between the dashboard and the road ahead.

“Caly?” Eris tilts her head in concern, noting how her friend’s lips purse in worry. “What’s wrong?”

A few glances are shared around the vehicle, each friend sitting forward in anticipation.

“Calypso?” Aurora leans forward in the passenger seat, making sure her face is in view of her friend’s peripheral.

“Sorry guys, the check engine light came on about five minutes ago and it hasn’t seemed to want to turn off.” Caly finally responds, noting a small parking lot about a block away. “I’m just going to pull in here and make sure it’s nothing serious-“

Almost as soon as those words escape her mouth, grey smoke begins to billow out from the engine.

“Oh shit, something is definitely wrong!” Nix’s eyes widen as they pull into the empty parking lot.

The moment the vehicle comes to a stop, it lets out a loud rumbling groan. A few clicks can be heard before the microbus shuts off, more smoke rising from the engine.

“Well, that’s not good.” Rhea blinks, unbuckling their seatbelt and opening the side door.

It takes about a minute for all eight passengers to exit the vehicle, a few of them circling the microbus. Phones come out, flashlights turned on to inspect the surrounding area.

“Good thing we got insurance.” Aries sighs, popping the hood.

Slowly, the smoke seems to be dissipating, all eight friends crowding around the front of the vehicle.

“We were almost out of the city, too.” Elara sighs, looking briefly off in the distance.

“We still had an hour to go before we reached the hotel, though.” Eris comments, checking the map on her phone.

“We shouldn’t drive it any further tonight.” Caly sighs, pulling up a contact on her phone. “I’ll call a tow.”

Fifteen minutes later, and some mumbled complaints from friends, a tow is called.

“They said they should be here in about an hour, so we’ve got some time to kill.” Caly says, tucking her phone into her back pocket.

“What are we supposed to do for an hour?” Larissa frowns, letting out a soft exhale. Her foot begins to tap rhythmically on the ground.

“Maybe there’s something around here still open that we can check out?” Aurora suggests.

“What would still be open at this hour?” Crossing her arms over her chest, Nix huffs.

“Well, it looks like there’s a bar across the street…” Rhea points out.

All heads turn to see a faint neon sign, a few windows with a dull light illuminating the inside. The place seems pretty busy, too.

“Thank goodness,” Larissa already begins hustling across the street. “I have to pee.”

The others follow closely behind, a few chuckling affectionately at their friend.

“I could use a drink.” Nix hums, Aurora happily agreeing.

“Maybe we can order some food while we wait?” Elara suggests, the others nodding along with her words.

Aries holds the door open for all of them, and as they all step inside, it’s as if a small electric shock travels through their bodies. Sounds seems to muffle for the moment as the atmosphere surrounds them. Spines straighten and brows furrow, a few shuffling from foot to foot once they notice just how crowded the bar is.

“Did anyone else feel that?” Eris’ hushed whisper gets ignored as the hustle and bustle of the bar assaults their ears suddenly in full force.

Larissa is the first to seemingly snap out of her daze, blinking a few times before marching through the crowd and towards the sign labelled ‘bathroom’. Little does she notice the eyes that follow her every move.

Shortly after, Aurora, Nix, and Elara all begin to weave through the crowd and towards the bar. Soft chatter is heard all around, yet the three girls all manage to hear each other for the moment, discussing what drinks they should get.

“I wonder what food they have here…” Elara mumbles, sidling up to the bar.

Unbeknownst to them, three sets of eyes track their every movement, a male drifting towards each individual almost subconsciously.

“Maybe we should grab a table?” Rhea suggests lightly.

Nods are shared by the remaining friends, searching through the crowd for an open space to fit all eight.

“There.” Aries flicks his head to a table in the corner by the front windows.

Wordlessly, all four of them walk over, sliding into the rounded booth to wait for their friend’s return.

Every few minutes, Calypso keeps checking her phone. A worried frown tugs at her features, and she keeps glancing out the window towards that parking lot across the street.

“I’m gonna go wait by the car,” she says, sliding out of the booth a moment later. “You know, just in case the tow comes early, or something. I don’t want to miss their call. Plus, it’s a little too loud in here.”

“I’ll come with you!” Rhea hops out of the booth. “Maybe there’s another place open we can check out.”

“Sounds good.” Aries hums, casually resting his one arm across the back of the booth while Eris scopes out the place.

With a final wave, Caly and Rhea part from their friends, heading back out the door they had just walked in only minutes before.

Two males behind the counter share a look.

A few minutes pass by, Eris continuously glancing over towards the bar to keep an eye on her friends. Though, with the amount of people weaving between tables and lingering about, it’s getting harder and harder to spot her friends. In fact, she’s already lost visual on Elara and Aurora. Luckily, Nix seems to still be in plain sight.

“Issie is sure taking a long time in the bathroom.” Eris comments, worrying her bottom lip. “I can’t see Lara or Rora, either.”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Aries hums, glancing out the window to see Caly across the street leaning against the car, and Rhea heading down the street. He turns his attention back to the bar, having felt eyes on him. “I can see them right now.”

“Alright,” Eris replies, a vary tone to her voice. “But I’m going to go check on Issie.”

All Eris receives from the taller male is a nod in response. Carefully, she slips out of the booth, heading in the same direction Larissa did only minutes before.

A pair of eyes follow her through the crowd, yet she is none the wiser. A pair of eyes which glance around the room, flashing briefly as they lock with several other sets that all seem to share the same thought.

Eight subtle nods are given, and eight friends are soon separated, never to see each other that night again.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x plus size fem!reader

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Ghost and his dog Riley regularly patrol the city. A man has his own routine, every day, for almost 2 years, has to look the same. The man knows that he cannot change his behavior because deep down he still feels that someone will answer his radio signal. He doesn't lose hope. However, exactly 730 days after "Day Zero", no one shows up at the transmitter mast. Just when you finally get there. You've been trying to get here for weeks, seeing a tower in the distance. You needed electricity, and the tower had a source of light every night. And so each of you, individually, still thinks that you are the only one alive.

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Three copies and some signatures

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Simon/Reader/(Johnny)

You and Simon are married. A deal, a contract made only to avoid being deported. However, not everything can be predicted, lies are slowly consuming everyone. You, Simon and his real partner - Johnny. Feelings are stronger than words written on paper.

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Blurry

exhusband!Captain John Price x fem!Reader

ongoing - part 2

You visit your ex-husband, in your once shared home. The memories are painful. But only for you. Unfortunately, after that one bloody mission, John doesn't remember you. The memory of your life together, blurred in his mind.

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part 1 Blindsided part 2 Anyone Else

for Cali’s Nameless Challenge

nameless COD member x fem!Reader

You can't get over the breakup and the fact that you were left alone. You keep coming to the place where you last saw him. To, perhaps, finally get some kind of answer. Some solace.

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Light years

oneshot #GhostChallenge

Simon “Ghost” Riley x android/hologram!Reader

Many decades of longing. A lot of years of waiting. Hundreds of light years away from an Earth that no longer seemed like a memory, but a fictional story. A fairy tale written by poets. Earth no longer existed, and life on Zeus 2 went on as if the years of intergalactic war had never happened. As if the destruction of most of humanity had never taken place. There were still a few people on the new planet who remembered their lives on Earth. A past that was a memory stinging under the ribs. A small personal utopia for the last living people. Paradise lost.

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Incapacitation

König x plus size fem!reader

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You and König contact each other every day. Literally, you talk all the time. As soon as you open your eyes you see or hear him. König accompanies you in every activity. But you are no longer together. Despite the distance between you, you still hope that he will come back to you. One day you find out that König has fallen in love with another woman. Something inside you breaks. Once again. You will not let him decide about his life again, not this time. You know better what is best for him. You know König very well. After all, you talk to each other all the time.

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Zultanite

Poly TF141 x plus size fem!reader

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After inheriting jewelry from your dearest grandmother and one visit to a fortune teller. Your life is changing. Not once, not twice…. but four times.

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Fire on fire—Javier Peña x f!reader**

Chapter 17 of the Unholy series

summary: you and Javier spend your first full night together. A new chapter waits for you both in Cali.

word count: 4.8k

WARNINGS: talk of grief in the beginning. Blindfolds, lingerie, face sitting, dry humping, doggy (implied rough sex), squirting, cum play.

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A/N: last chapter, lovebugs! I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had sharing it with you all. Thank you so much for all the love and support💕 P.S: here is the inspo for the lingerie😌and keep an eye out for the extra one-shot post-Colombia that’s gonna come real soon!

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There’s an unusual heat around you this morning. Granted, the atmosphere in Colombia is always this way, but you wake up to the sound of rain tapping lightly against your window, wrapped in your beloved blanket and fingers intertwined with yours.

It’s the second time Javier has spent the night, only now there is so much more to be felt between you. Grief, anger, tension, love, everything that has been boiling for the past fifteen years.

You’re nose to nose with him, having the perfect opportunity to study every little detail about him. There’s something so soothing about watching him finally get proper rest; you can see his long eyelashes, his stubbly cheek, and plush lips that can be both the sweetest and sinful touch you have ever felt on your skin. The fact that he’s holding your hand in his sleep makes the moment all the more endearing, like a perfect little gesture that’s a secret between the two of you.

“Staring is creepy, you know.”

God, his voice is huskier in the morning and you begin to wonder how come you’ve spent this long without moments like these.

“I’ve heard it can be romantic,” you retort, smiling as he’s slowly waking up.

You caress his hand, and Javier fully opens his eyes—his brown, warm eyes that don’t cease the look of admiration for you.

“How would you feel if you’d wake up to me staring at you?” he asks.

You shrug. “Pretty good. You look cute when you’re needy.”

Javier makes a mocking sound, some disapproval mixed with admiration, and your smile widens.

“You mumble in your sleep,” you say out of the blue. “Did you know that?”

Javier seems surprised by your statement, but he doesn’t question it. Instead, he gazes fondly at you, awakening more and more with each passing second.

“How would I know that?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I figured one of your lady friends noticed at some point in time.”

The sound that leaves Javier’s mouth has a hint of mockery, though not explicitly so. You reckon it is one of his default noises when people mention his personal life or habits, so you don’t bother with it. Perhaps you’re not the most qualified person to mention this at all.

Or perhaps you are.

“They never stayed long enough for that,” he casually mentions, shifting in bed so that he’s staring at the ceiling, seemingly contemplating everything.

“I feel so special,” you gush, hoping to catch a glimpse of his eyes.

But Javier doesn’t move.

He keeps staring at the ceiling, barely blinking, and you figure something’s the matter. Not that he’s the most communicative person in the world—particularly with you—but you have enough of that God complex to actually believe he might open up to you in some way, especially now, given how yesterday went.

“What do I mumble about?” Javier asks absentmindedly.

“You keep saying ‘I’m sorry’ a lot. Not sure to whom or for what. Some things in Spanish too, about forgiveness, I think.”

Bits and pieces return to Javier’s mind, crystal clear now. The faces he sees are ghosts of his past, as well as his present, always lingering in the dark, haunting and tormenting, laughing at him on occasion.

He finally turns towards you, and you see it: somewhat of a sadness darkens his eyes, otherwise emptied of the happiness he momentarily felt last night with you.

“My mom,” he replies after a while. “The first person I apologize to is my mom. Always. I apologize to her for… not being able to be there more for her. She died when I was fifteen.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“She was sick for a long time and I couldn’t do much of anything. Then I apologize to Loraine. My ex-fiancé. I met her after college. I proposed for all the wrong reasons. We weren’t—“

“Did you love her?”

Javier doesn’t need to ponder over that. Though he cannot help the embarrassment that comes with that story.

“I thought I did,” he tells you with honesty. “I did care for her, but it wasn’t true love. She lied to me about being pregnant, I lied to her about being in love… match made in hell.”

You chuckle softly, your head resting on his bare shoulder as you let him speak freely. It’s probably the first time in God knows how long that he gets the chance to let it all out, raw and real, in a place that keeps him safe.

“Then I apologize to all the innocent lives I couldn’t save since I arrived in Colombia. All the children, the mothers and fathers I failed. And, at the end, I apologize to you.”

“To me?”

Javier grunts a soft mhm that resembles a purr, and you feel your body tauter, warmer.

“Why do you apologize to me?” you ask.

He turns to look at you, meeting your eyes with a remorseful glare, and you hold your breath.

“For not being honest with you in the first place. I could’ve spared us both a lot of pain and anger if I’d just… told you back in college how I felt. If I would’ve been open.”

“You’re not the only one carrying the fault,” you try to coax him. “I wasn’t the most open person in the world either.”

“Match made in hell.”

You chuckle more audibly this time around, with Javier mimicking the sound as well.

“Then how come this works?” you retort.

He can’t argue against that. There is no answer to that. What he does know is that, whatever the trouble or the question, you are the answer.

“We’re made of the same clay,” you continue. “We… think the same, we act the same and we do the same.”

“A little troubling how similar we are.”

“Shockingly, I agree.”

But there’s something else Javier wants to ask, and he’s hesitant to do so. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up after last night, nor live under the impression that spending the night together might change your professional feelings.

He coos your name, looking at you as if he’s desperately trying to memorize every detail of your face.

“I gotta leave for Cali tomorrow.”

His voice is small, afraid to go on, and you can tell he’s forcing himself to go on as brave as he did till then.

“I know.”

“Steve and Sofia are coming, too. They’ll be part of the team. They put me in charge, not really sure why—“

“Javi.”

“—but they want me and someone else to supervise the entire Cali operation. I nominated you.”

“Javi.”

He finally hears you, sees your pleading face, begging him to listen to reason and end his babbling. It’s an unusual habit for him, talking this much, but you always managed to bring that out of him, one way or the other.

“If you want to know if I’m going or not, just ask me, like a normal person,” you almost giggle.

“I meant every single thing I said in that letter. Including the part where I said I want you to be okay, no matter where you are or who you are with. If you don’t want to, I understand it.”

“I do want to. I will be joining the team in Cali.”

You see the relief on Javier’s face, and you almost laugh fondly at his stubbornness to conceal it through a rugged, yet forced expression.

“You are?”

“Mhm. I’ve made a commitment to the DEA, to the case… of course I’m sticking around and seeing this through.”

Javier exhales, after what feels like an eternity, and simply looks you over.

“I’m flattered you thought to nominate me as your coworker,” you smile. “I would’ve thought you’d ask Steve first.”

“He was the backup in case you said no. Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“God, you’re so stubborn.”

“Said the pot to the kettle.”

You peck his lips, getting lost in his scent and his taste once more. Soon, your bodies get entangled, skin pressed against skin. Javier’s lips leave a wet trail as they suck on a particular spot on your neck, and you hum softly.

“I’m so much better than you at this,” he says, keeping up his sweet torment.

You smile, your hand grazing his chest and stomach in its devilish pursuit. Javier stops, gasping when your hand fists his cock, as slowly as humanly possible. You reach up for his lips while you keep that same pace, beyond satisfied with the result.

“You’re kidding, right?” you joke. “I’m actually crushing you at this.”

“Maybe—don’t use the word ‘crushing’ when you’re—hmm—doing this.”

You giggle against his lips, the moment making Javier ticklish and causing him to laugh alongside you. But then, his smile fades as your face darkens, haunted by something.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling away.

You simmer in the bizarre sensation for a little while, trying to pinpoint what the exact issue is. And then, you come to the realization.

“I’m fine,” you say, still frowning at the sudden change of pace. “It’s just… I don’t know why, but Escobar popped into my head.”

“Trying not to take that as an insult.”

You chuckle, watching him with a guilty figure. “He knew me. When I went after him, he recognized me by my birthmark, he knew my middle name—“

“Carina.”

You look at him, stunned that he knows that piece of information that truthfully, you don’t recall confessing to him.

“Economics professor, Mr. James, always insisted to call us all by our full names. I know you really hated to be called Carina. Especially by me.”

“Which is why you kept doing it in front of others.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“I don’t know why this happened now. I’m sorry. I mean he’s dead, he doesn’t…”

Javier rolls over to the side, taking your hand in his and stroking it gently. “Don’t have to apologize for anything that shithead did or said. You can be angry and upset about it.”

You respond to his touch, smiling fondly at him.

“Don’t ever say you’re not a good man,” you tell him.

“You’re going soft, cariño.”

“In your dreams, Peña.”

You press a chaste kiss to his lips, then get out of bed, leaving Javier behind to watch your naked figure roam around the room.

“Where are you going?” he asks, almost saddened by your departure.

“I gotta head down to the embassy, confirm my transfer for tomorrow. You can either stay here or come along with me.”

Javier grunts, exhaling along with it, and he smirks your way. Hate as you might to admit it, you were a sucker for this sassy side of him.

“You’re putting me in an impossible situation here,” he huffs.

“How come?”

“Cause if I stay here, I get to see you walk around with nothing on, but if I go with you… well, we could make out in the evidence room.”

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. You bounce back to the bed, pressing another kiss on his lips. His hands sneak around you, giving your ass a good squeeze, and you give him an unimpressed glare.

“Could you go there and bounce back here again?” Javier asks, earning another chuckle from your side, paired with a playful push of his arm.

“You’re so filthy,” you coo.

“Said the pot to the kettle.”

You pull away abruptly, leaving Javier hanging low and dry.

“I’m going to the embassy,” you insist, starting to get dressed. “You can stay here playing with yourself or you can join me and make a good impression.”

“Leaning towards the first one. How would I make a good impression there?”

“As the lead man for the Cali operation, showing up at the office to ensure the smooth transaction of the other lead man, on a Sunday, no less, would look good for you.”

Javier huffs, finally getting out of bed and searching for his clothes. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

As it turned out, no one was happier about your return to the office than Claudia Messina. She even gave you a hug, which was a rare sight and treat for any agent at the embassy, repeatedly making sure that you were okay and that you were, in fact, there to sign as the co-lead in the Cali operation.

Javier stood by your side the whole time, proudly nodding to confirm Claudia’s questions while also ignoring her side-eyeing him whenever you spoke. He was fairly certain by now that she knew you and he had something going on behind closed doors, but then again, she needn’t know more than the absolutely necessary information.

After you signed the papers and confirmed your transfer to Cali early on tomorrow, Javier invited you for lunch, thus marking your first official outing as a couple and your very first date. You enjoyed a rather quiet meal together, which was a welcome change from the usually fast-paced, loud and deadly environment you learned to navigate your daily tasks through.

“I’m glad you’re joining the team,” Javier tells you as he’s parking the car in front of your building.

His soft voice, a little huskier than usual, pairs devastatingly nicely with the rain that’s pouring outside. The raindrops tap fast and cruel on the windows, cooling down the city, yet it has the exact opposite on you.

“I know,” you retort coyly. “What would you do without me?”

Javier smiles and huffs. “Probably be more productive.”

“More productive, really? Weren’t you the one being needy this morning?”

“Weren’t you the one who threw herself at me two days ago?”

“Oh, you wanna play this game?”

“I do.”

“Do you? Cause may I remind you, you were the one getting a hard-on in the conference room while staring me down.”

Javier smiles, walking you to the door and shielding you from the rain at the same time.

“No comeback?” you huff, opening the door. “You’re really going soft on me, Peña.”

“On the contrary.”

You notice his wicked smile and it triggers one of your own.

“What do you feel like doing?” you ask.

“It’s fuckin’ blazing outside and we’re free till tomorrow morning. What to do, what to do…”

He approaches you, gently grabbing the hem of your shirt and giving you a lustful look.

“I might have something in mind,” you say, brazen and zealous.

Fire spreads rapidly throughout your veins, your skin burning at the mere sight of Javier, and the simple thought of what you’d like to do getting you wetter than you would’ve thought.

“Yeah?” Javier grins. “Like what?”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Then make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back.”

You steal a kiss from him, and rush to the bathroom, making sure the door is locked behind you. You actually forgot about the bold fashion statement you’re currently slipping into, with everything that’s been going on. You’re not even sure as to why you’ve bought them in the first place, but the timing couldn’t have been better now.

You check yourself in the mirror, slowly twirling and making sure everything is in place. The black straps of the fabric wrap your body in a taut way that’s giving you a big confidence boost. Inhaling deeply, you smile to yourself and grab the tie that’s been gathering dust on your bathroom drawer.

When you re-enter the bedroom, leaning seductively against the doorframe, you see Javier sitting on the edge, hands joined in between his legs and staring down. He senses your presence and looks up, eyes wide and pupils fully blown out.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, eyeing you up and down.

“That’s the plan. I take it you like it?”

Javier huffs, the sound mocking you and your silly little question, and for once you don’t take offense at it. You know the overall look—the black lace underwear and its garter belt—is sultry and inviting in every way anyone can think of. The only thing missing from Javier’s facial expression is drool.

You inch closer to him, tantalizingly slow, revealing the tie in your hand. You reach around his broad shoulders to remove his leather jacket. Javier watches you intently, curious as to where is your brilliant, filthy mind headed but at the same time, all too eager to process your latent moves. So he reaches to unbutton his shirt, but you are quick to grab his hands, thus putting an end to his actions. Without a word, you guide him further up the bed, and when he’s leaning against the pillows, still in his shirt and jeans, you open the bedside drawer to reveal some more fabrics.

It’s only when you’re tying his hands around the headboard’s ends that Javier raises his brows and starts to get a sense as to where the afternoon is headed.

“Are you serious?” Javier asks, though not making an effort to free himself from the constraints.

“Do I look like I’m not?”

“What you look is gorgeous. And fuckable.”

“And you look like you’re about to get needy, which I happen to enjoy.”

Securing him to the bed, you move on to his face, pressing a languid kiss over his lips before tying the tie around his eyes.

“Oh, come on,” Javier whines.

You have to admit, the sight of a restrained Javier to your bed stirs powerful emotions inside of you. A smile breaks from the corners of your lips as you join him on the bed, your legs on either sides of his clothed thigh. You bite on your lower lip as you press your core onto him, arms on his shoulders for support. Before you can even realize it’s happening, you’re grinding on his lap, while Javier is completely unable to response.

“This what you had in mind for the rest of the day?” Javier asks in an unusually raspy voice. “Use me as leverage to make yourself cum?”

“A little,” you smile in utter delight.

The sensation of rubbing your barely clothed pussy on his thigh, the raw electricity of it, is causing your head to spin.

“That why you’re dressed like this? To make me feel worse?”

“Not worse,” you coo while continuously grinding on him. “Just a little riled up.”

“A little? We’ll see about that.”

You smile and grind faster, needier; Javier clenches his fists, anger building fast within. Sheer anger at being unable to see your gorgeous figure desperately fuck yourself on him, using his body as a propeller for your own pleasure. And then he comes to realize that that’s been your plan all along.

Devilish and effective. Just like you.

He loves this, too; the way you’re using his body as leverage to reach that pinnacle of desire and ecstasy, making him squirm and nearly beg for release himself. He feels his cock throbbing in his jeans, pulsing with immense need with each roll of your hips against his jeans, yet he knows that soon he’ll get to feel you properly.

He hears your breaths get ragged, soft moans cooed in between, and he smiles. He can picture your beautiful figure fucking yourself on his thigh and getting warmer and wetter with each passing second, and the mere thought could easily make him come in his pants like some lousy, horny teenager.

Well, maybe he is that way with you.

“Fuck,” you mutter, and Javier smiles.

“That feel good, cariño?”

“Yes—“

You know that if you keep going down this treacherous path, you’ll eventually come, messily and speedy, and you don’t want it to happen this way.

Besides, this is simply a test of strength and self-control. For both of you.

Your hips no longer rut against his thigh; instead, you cup his cheeks and kiss him, hungrily, like you haven’t felt the touch of his lips for the longest time.

“Cariño?”

“Hmm?”

“Sit on my face.”

Bewildered, you stare at his immobilized figure, contemplating, craving. You haven’t really done this before and it’s stirring all kinds of emotions inside of you.

“Uh—are you sure?” you check.

“Did I stutter?”

“No, but I just wanna make sure—“

“Sit. On my face. Now.”

He doesn’t bother asking you to untie him, nor does he squirm or try to break free. No; he simply waits, breaths deep and as hungry as the body they’re being freed from.

“Panties to the side. And sit,” Javier enunciates, as if reading your mind regarding your struggle about the lingerie.

You follow through, nearly embarrassingly wet by this point. You notice the erection strangled in his jeans, and you can’t help but admire his self-control.

Both legs on either sides of his face, you lower yourself onto him. That first brush of his stubble and mustache against your folds is thrilling, his tongue lapping diligently to collect every ounce of arousal you’re capable of giving him sensational. It’s also mighty impressive how he’s able to provide you with so much pleasure already, even with his hands tied. Between moments of ecstasy, you remark Javier’s clenched fists, tugging at the restraints. You know that he craves to mold your skin between his fingers, to grope you till he leaves bruises.

“Javi—fuck—“

He can’t say a damn thing, not with his mouth full of your soaked pussy. You start to rub yourself all over his face, feeling the buildup in your belly, ready to be detonated. Javier grunts, the vibrations an additional aid towards your impending orgasm. Your mind gets foggy, your breaths shallow and your chest tight; and then you feel it throughout your entire body.

“Fuck, right there—oh God—“

You finally come, your body seizing entirely on Javier’s face as your orgasm knocks all air out of your lungs. You feel a hand tightly gripping your right ass cheek, and you come to your senses enough to realize that his left hand broke free from the headboard. Shit, that’s a determined man, you think.

You look down, seeing Javier licking his lips. “Good girl,” he praises.

Blood rushes to your face, your cheeks now appearing sun-kissed, as you climb down, settling on his lap. His free hand is now on your back, gently resting there, waiting for you to make your next move. You remove the blindfold, and Javier blinks several times in a row, taking in your gorgeous attire, almost unable to believe that this is real and that he gets to have you this way.

His other hand is now free as well, and they both move to hold your waist, not daring to move. He stares you down, and you know he’s gonna take his revenge for what you did.

That’s exactly what you were counting on.

“My turn now,” Javier mutters.

He rolls you on the bed, flat on your tummy and ass up. He bites his lips, quickly disposing of his clothes. When he wraps his hand around his aching cock, he grunts as if in pain. He gives himself a few strokes, stopping abruptly the second he realizes how sensitive he truly is and that he’d probably come in a matter of seconds if he keeps doing this.

“Can I fuck you my way?” he asks.

And his question comes so kindly and sweetly that you nearly tremble.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“On all fours then.”

You obey, sitting in position. His hand grabs your hip, pulling you closer, and you suck in a breath. The anticipation is killing you, and you know that no matter how hard you try to tell yourself that you’re prepared for what’s to come, it won’t be true.

Cock in his hand and hand on your waist, Javier thrusts inside you in one languid motion. You instantly moan, the feeling of having him so thick and eager inside of you utterly maddening. He starts to fuck you with fervor, wasting no time. He’s fucking you like he only has five minutes to spare, so much so that you can barely breathe. You try to reach around to touch him somehow, in some way, but he swiftly grabs both your arms and keeps them locked together, snapping his hips faster into you. He’s mesmerized by the way his cock disappears in and out of you, the way your ass bounces against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and the sounds you make… Jesus fucking Christ, this is the best sight he’s ever seen.

Your face buried in the mattress, hair falling down your face and your cunt at Javier’s mercy, no sounds other than some groans and moans leave your throat. It’s pretty impressive that for a man who ran on two hours of sleep, cigarettes and whiskey for the longest time, he snaps his hips into you so fast you’re nearly seeing stars. He can’t get enough of you, the way the lingerie is strapped to your body, it’s all giving him a fever.

“Fuck, you’re so—beautiful,” he grunts. “S-So good.”

“Javi, I n-need—“

“Hm? What was that?”

“I need to cum, please—“

“So do it.”

You’d reach around to play with your clit if you could, but Javier is taking everything from you, and you can’t help but give it to him. A few more thrusts and he’s done for: next thing he knows, he pulls out and comes all over your ass, jerking himself off to completion. He watches you squirm and, freed from his grip, you rub your clit speedily, and you come with a ragged moan, your orgasm messy and unusually wet, spurting everywhere.

It takes you a while to settle down. Then you feel Javier’s hands on your ass again, only now they’re gently cleaning your skin with what feels like a warm cloth. When you move to the edge of the bed, you see the mess over the sheets, slightly embarrassed.

“Wow,” you notice. “I don’t think I’ve ever… came this hard.”

Javier smiles. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Of course you would, you cocky bastard.”

He leans down to kiss you, falling atop of you again. “So I take it you liked the lingerie?” you cheekily ask.

“We pretty much ruined your sheets. Take that as you will.”

It’s no longer embarrassment that you feel, but rather fondness, and a certain happiness. It’s bizarre—you’ve never felt happiness quite like this. It feels deserved, after all the hard work and hardships you’ve both endured.

You crawl into the bed, listening to the rain falling against the windows. Javier joins you, one arm wrapped around you.

“Starting tomorrow, we’re gonna go through hell again, you know?” Javier says, visibly contemplative.

“Nice pillowtalk.”

Javier chuckles softly, turning to look at you.

“I know though,” you reply. “We should enjoy this afternoon as much as we can.”

“Any other devilish plans on your mind?”

“Eh. Let’s see how you feel in half an hour, maybe we give it another go.”

You graze his cheek, weirdly thankful for all the moments that led you to this particular one, safely in his arms.

“You know I’d fuck you all the time if I could,” he tells you.

“You sure know how to flatter your women.”

“About the mission though… I’m thinking we should have some boundaries.”

“Like what? No making out in the break room or getting down and dirty in the evidence room?”

You smile at one another, smugly remembering the precise moments you broke all rules known to professionalism.

“Would help, yes,” Javier says. “It’s for our safety. We can’t let people know we’re together. Otherwise—“

You take his hand into yours, trying to reassure his pessimism. You can’t help but share it as well, although you know it consumes him more than you on occasion.

“I know,” you tell him sweetly. “We’ll be careful.”

Javier sees your wide smile, and it manages to make him flustered for what feels like a premiere in his life.

“What?” he asks.

“So… we’re together? A real couple?”

“I thought it was obvious.”

You shrug. “I like to hear it.”

Javier’s thumb grazes your cheek, cupping it as if he’s holding the most valuable possession in the world in his hand.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmurs.

“I know that too. We’ll be fine.”

“We’ll be fine.”

And for the first time since he’s been in Colombia, Javier means it, and feels it to be true. He knows Cali will be just as—if not more—murderous and bloody than Medellin and Bogota, but it doesn’t feel that difficult now that he’s not alone.

He was never alone when you were around him. And maybe, hopefully, he won’t ever be alone again.

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[menofchaos]

Coco x Reader

Note: I’m back with more Coco x reader vibes. Inspired by something Coco mentions at the end of s2. Not quite canon, warning for sexy vibes. Please let me know what you think! Credit to @spideyspeaches for the dividers & the most talented @thesewickedhands for the gif.

A sharp knock on her door jolted her awake. She sat up slowly, waiting. Another sharp knock made her flinch. Her phone lit up on her nightstand.

Coco: it’s me ma. u up?

She sighed, relieved, before she got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She walked out of her room as a louder, more urgent knock broke the otherwise silent apartment. She opened the door and Coco walked in, his hood pulled down low to cover his wide eyes. 

“Has anyone been here?” he asked, gently pushing her hand away when she reached for the light.

“No,” she rasped, “I just woke up.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, “I didn’t…I didn’t know where else to go.”

She took his hand and led him into her bathroom, only turning on the light once they were behind the closed door. Coco pushed his hood down and she frowned when she saw blood on his cheek.

“Is that yours?” she asked, grabbing a wash cloth.

He shook his head, “I’m whole.”

“Then what’s going on?” she ran the faucet as hot as she could.

Coco had stumbled into her life about 6 months ago. Her ex-girlfriend had introduced them at a party and they became inseparable almost immediately. While it cost her the relationship and her car windshield, she wouldn’t change a thing.

“I uh…I did something,” he admitted as he took off his hoodie, “That I probably shouldn’t have.”

She held his chin as she carefully cleaned the blood off his cheek, glancing at the splatters on his neck, “Did they deserve it?”

Coco took a shaky breath, “Roy was trafficking women out of the back room.”

“Living up to your name,” she teased.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile as she tilted his head up to clean his throat, “I uh…I gotta get out of town, ma.”

She froze, “What?”

He sighed and touched her hips, “You know how connected he is. His people are gonna come after me,” he explained, “I was thinking about getting out anyway. This ‘for hire’ shit ain’t for me.”

She hugged him tight, inhaling the lingering scent of his body wash from their shower that morning. He rubbed the back of her head before whispering, “Come with me,” in her ear.

“What?” she looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“I’m leaving tonight,” he admitted, “I got a bag packed and it’s in the car. Come with me.”

“Are you serious?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Why not? It doesn’t have to be forever. Just as long as it works.”

“I can’t just leave,” she stammered.

“Why not?”

She thought it over quietly. She had moved there for a change in scenery and the little family she had on the other side of the country. She had a few acquaintances that bordered on friends and was working as a bartender with dreams of owning a tattoo shop. But the tattoo artists in town wouldn’t apprentice her because she was a woman and her friends weren’t as important as Coco.

“I’m in.”

Coco wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they drove down the highway, the backseat filled with their belongings and bags of food and beer.

“Where are we going?” she asked, cuddling up to him.

“Figured we’d drive down to southern Cali,” he smiled, “I got a friend from the Marines who’s living near the border. I thought we could set up there for a while, cross over if they find me. Sound alright?”

She nodded, “Can we go to the beach?”

He laughed, “Anything you want, baby.”

“Perfect,” she yawned and cuddled closer to him.

He kissed her head, “You can sleep, I’m good,” he whispered.

Coco drove for a while, listening to the radio and smiling when he felt her weight on him as she slept. He knew right away she would be important, but spent the first two months of their friendship assuming she was a lesbian. She corrected him one night while sharing a blunt and complaining about her girlfriend’s temper. They ended up together less than a week later when her girlfriend took a baseball bat to her windshield. 

He kissed her head and mentally kept track of the road signs they passed, wanting to put a good distance between them and Roy’s friends before he stopped for the night. A sign with a beach town caught his eye and he took the exit onto a different highway. 

“Baby, wake up.”

She rubbed her eyes as Coco pulled her hood off gently, “Where are we?”

“Look,” he whispered.

“What?” she mumbled and sat up, her eyes lighting up when she saw the water, “You took me to the beach.”

He kissed her head, “I told you I would. There’s a motel a few minutes away that we can spend the night at. Spend the day at the beach?”

She kissed him a few times, “I’ll get the blanket I packed and we can go.”

They spent the day on the beach, laughing and kissing and building giant sand castles. She wandered down into the ocean and Coco’s eyes were glued to every curve of her body. They packed up when the sun started setting and headed to the motel. Coco handed her a few bills to check in. He watched like a hawk, baseball hat on in case the motel employee saw him. The employee was too busy staring at her tits to even care. He glared until she got back in the car and kissed his jaw, whispering their room number in his ear.

The air changed between them as soon as her lips brushed his skin. The eye contact lingered, a spark when his fingers touched hers. She unpacked the food as he unloaded the car, Coco smirking when he realized that she booked the lover’s suite.

“Does it vibrate?” he joked.

She smirked, “Yes.”

Coco’s eyes darkened as he watched her body stretch out on the heart-shaped bed. He kissed up her salty skin slowly, his fingers precise and deliberate as he undressed them. She kissed his neck, her nails trailing down his spine. The day caught up to Coco and he grabbed her chin, his movements rough as he rolled her onto her side, fingers sliding between her legs.

“You ran away with me,” he whispered in her ear.

She breathed out a laugh and reached back, holding the back of his neck, “I did.”

He stayed silent as he listened to her moans get louder, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers. Her body shuddered through an orgasm, her free hand gripping the comforter. 

Before she could recover, Coco pushed into her with a low grunt. He held her outer thigh with a tight grip, listening to her sweet whimpers turn to desperate gasps. His eyes never left her as she came two more times before he spilled inside her, growling in her ear. He wrapped her in his arms as they caught their breath.

“Thank you,” he mumbled roughly.

She squeezed his hand and fell asleep to the feel of his heartbeat against her back.

They spent two nights at the motel, their days spent on the sand and at night, they fed quarters into the vibrating bed. She checked them out before the sun was up, Coco glaring at the receptionist who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. She slid into the front seat and frowned when she saw his intense eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, touching his arm.

“Pendejo kept starin’ at your tits,” he grumbled.

She laughed and kissed his jaw, “Kept his eyes off you, outlaw,” she whispered, “Plus, I’m not running away with him, am I?”

Coco smirked, “Outlaw, huh?”

“I know we aren’t exactly running from the law,” she settled next to him, pulling his arm over her shoulders, “But it kinda feels like it.”

He kissed her temple and started driving, listening to whatever she put on the radio. When he stopped for gas, she rearranged their bags before heading into the gas station to buy more cigarettes. He was about to get in the car when a young couple opened the door just in time for him to hear her shout, “Get the fuck off me!” Coco was inside before he could even think about it. An older white man was laying on the floor, his hands covering his crotch and blood pouring from his nose. She was glaring at him as two employees ran over.

“What happened?” he asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah. His old ass stood right behind me and pressed me against the fucking shelves. He started whispering about flaunting my ass and I elbowed him in the face.”

His eyes narrowed at the whimpering grandpa, “You lucky I was outside, motherfucker,” he kicked the man in the ribs, “Lets go,” he grabbed her arm and led her outside as the employees shouted for them to stop.

“I’m sorry, we should go before the cops come,” she kept her voice low.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said as they got in the car and took off. She clung to him a little tighter and once he was sure they weren’t being followed, he pulled into a desolate corner of a plaza parking lot and turned to her.

“Are you good?” he asked, running his hands over her body to check her for injuries.

“He didn’t do anything but put his dick on my ass,” she shivered, “I’m okay. I promise. Just shaken up.”

He hugged her to his chest, “I’m sorry,” he stroked the back of her head, “You fucked him up, though.”

“Proud of me?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Always,” he held her cheeks, his forehead on hers.

Around midnight, they pulled into a small town and rented another motel room. Coco went slow that night, keeping her eyes on his and his strokes hitting slow and deep. She cried when she came and they fell asleep almost immediately. When she woke up, the sun was just starting to rise and Coco was on the motel landline.

“Yeah, that’s him,” he smiled when he saw her watching him, “We should be there soon. Thanks bro,” he hung up and kneeled next to the bed, running his fingers through her hair, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” she murmured quietly, “Was that the guy we’re meeting up with?”

“Yes. I asked him to keep an eye on Roy’s guys to make sure they aren’t looking for me,” he explained, “He said they are but they’re nowhere near us.”

“What are they gonna do if they find us?” she asked, sitting up quick.

Coco helped her lay back down, “I would never let anyone hurt you. If they show up, I’ll handle them.”

She smiled slowly, “You’ll handle them?”

He nodded, “They’ll never lay a finger on you, ma. I’ll always protect you. I…I love you.”

She leaned in and kissed him, her hand on his cheek, “I love you, Johnny.”

Coco pulled up to a busy gas station, fidgeting with his knife as he scanned the scene. She sat up straighter, “It's kinda big…”

“I know,” he frowned, “There’s a lot of truckers too but I don’t think we can make it to another gas station.”

“Roy knew a lot of truckers?” she asked.

He nodded, biting his lip, “We’re…pretty far south by now.”

“I can go in and pay cash,” she suggested, “You stay out here?”

“Bring this with you,” he slipped a closed switchblade in her hand, “I’ll still be watching but just in case.”

She kissed him and Coco pulled his hood up, keeping his eyes on her as she pocketed the knife and made her way inside. The men roaming around stared but nobody approached her as she waited in line. He got out once she came outside.

“Do you want me to do it so you can be ready to take off?” she offered.

“I told you I’d never make you pump gas,” he teased.

“This is different,” she pouted.

He crooked his finger at her and she leaned in, kissing him, “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

She sighed happily, “I love you.”

The pump clicked and Coco opened her car door, “Get that ass in the car, ma.”

She giggled and got in, watching him through the window. He finished at the pump and walked around the car, bumping into someone.

“Shit, sorry,” the guy stumbled back, “I didn’t see you.”

“Sorry,” Coco mumbled and went to walk around but the guy stepped back in his way. Coco frowned and looked up to see a tall, white man with brown hair looking at him curiously.

“Do I know you?” the man asked, “You look familiar.”

He glanced in the car to find her watching them curiously, “No hablo inglés,” he shrugged and got in the car, turning it on, “Fuck, fuck,” he pulled out of the gas station, then glanced in the rear view mirror in time to see the trucker’s eyes widen in recognition and race back to his truck.

“Who was that?” she looked back, “Did he know Roy?”

“Yeah,” he took a deep breath, “Fuck, that was close.”

Her eyes widened and she turned in her seat, “I don’t see him.”

“Can you look up used car lots?”

The night was quiet, only the sounds of a few cars passing by and her soft voice coming from the other room. Coco lit a cigarette and passed the pack across the table, “Need a lighter?”

“Yeah, thanks man,” his new roommate, Angel, opened the pack, “It’s pretty quiet out here.”

“Good,” he let out the smoke, “I need quiet right now.”

Angel lit his own cigarette, “Santo Padre is pretty low-key. Except the biker club.”

Coco arched an eyebrow, “Biker club? No shit.”

“They just moved in like…6 months ago?” he guessed, “Gilly and I were talking about prospecting.”

“That would be interesting,” he looked at the window and smiled when he saw her dancing around the kitchen. He knocked on the window and she jumped, sticking her tongue out at him. He laughed softly and nodded for her to join them.

“She’s cool,” Angel murmured, “Your chick.”

Coco smiled, “Thanks, man. I don’t know how I got so lucky, she left everything for me.”

“A ride or die,” Angel joked, “Good for you, man.”

She stood at the back door, “What do you want besides scaring the fuck out of me?”

Coco smirked, “Want you to stop working in there and relax.”

Angel nodded, “I told you I’d clean up.”

“I don’t mind,” she sat on Coco’s lap, “Plus, you never actually clean the pots and pans right.”

“Hey!” Angel protested as Coco cracked up, “It was hard!”

She giggled and took Coco’s cigarette when he offered, “Yeah, yeah.”

Coco kissed her shoulder, “Be nice or we’re gonna have to run again.”

“Nah,” she smiled, “I think we’re home.”

[theywhoshantbenamed]

What if Cali’s non-verbal and no one is there 🥺

It’s got its pros and cons

On one hand yay! Alone time! Cali gets to do what he wants and space out and not have to speak to anyone and stay in bed or work on his projects all day!!

On the other hand, he sometimes misses his boyfriends way too much and staying in bed all day sometimes becomes bed-rotting and he simply doesn’t have enough stimulation when they’re not there.

And the art projects aren’t actually getting done because he draws best when New York and Massachusetts create some sort of background noise(personal headcanon their banter and bickering became a sort of white noise to California)

New York and Massachusetts on the other hand are worried about California when they’re both out of the house. They make sure to send him plenty of affirmations which Cali doesn’t respond much aside from some emojis or gifs but they know he enjoys getting messages

It’s harder on his own and his partners create a safe space for him but he has plenty of that even on his own, especially with the extraordinary amount of plushies he keeps on the bed

[berlinini]

some Thoughts about the 02 show (while the days of ltwt show recaps the length of essays are gone, I thought I'd share some stuff)(this of course got kinda long anyways, I am nothing but predictable!)

first of all it's so interesting to go online after a show and "consume" the show through different perspectives... I was in the pit close to the sound booth and could see a tiny Louis like tunnel vision (and not even always - I had to look at the screens a lot more than any previous shows). I had never been to such a big venue and it felt like the arenas I'd be previously - it's so hard to gage. Anyways when I saw Louis' IG post I realized how far I was and seeing pictures and videos of the venue - I truly hadn't realized the sheer number of people. Also the lights project from our POV seemed to have bombed but seeing the videos, it did create the intended effect. Also I was so far that I had to ask the gc for the color of the pants (#purple #slay) and only in the encore, when there was a camera on Louis' entire body, did I notice the shoes (unfortunately my eyes deceived me into thinking they were Nike). I missed all the little quirky faces and interactions that I now see in gifs. HOWEVER I did not miss the several times Louis teared up including during Chicago and during his speeches and I tell you my heart was bursting. I love that he talked a bit more than usual - I think he said something like "I can't put into words... well let me try" and he said everything so perfectly! The reference to his dreams and the "we" - I just listened to him and thought how much I love him. His special thanks to his band was super sweet.

setlist: HOTH safe! If I hadn't known DMD was back on the setlist I wouldn't have recognized it. No 7 :( I tolerate Angels Fly but tbh I don't understand how it's there and not like Headline or Always You or FEARLESS. High in Cali was hilarious because you could tell weed isn't legal in the UK lmao - the vibe was so different than back home. 505 still so good and now I can sing every single lyrics but in a very oh poor me, the show ruined my 5 x 505 streak this year since it's now 6. But 505 Laval you'll always be #1 in my Heart <3. We Made It is still the It Girl and Silver Tongues... I doubt a closer will ever come this close (hehe) to how fucking epic it is. Tbh I could hardly tell when the string section was playing but I'm glad I had a show with strings! Me still in LTWT mode wondering why the pyro didn't go off during Walls only to be told there hasn't been any for this tour ouuuups. The Megamix SLAYS so hard and the special effects were SO cool! I did miss the classic rainbow lights for SIBWAWC cuz the lasers didn't reflect on the crowd as nicely but the clouds and at the beginning of ATT were beautiful.

Talking about lasers I was eyeing this guy in the soundbooth that I'd never see before and was clowning about him being there for the LIVE ALBUM RECORDING. I even took notes to figure out later where he works (spare a thought for tumblr user bbrox who has to put up with my insanity). ONLY to figure out 1 hour later that the guy was the special lasers guy as made so obvious by the fact he packed up his stuff after Saturdays in a box that said "laser fx triangle C" lololol. Sometimes I think it's good to clown for nothing - be humbled!

I saw most of the crew in the soundbooth - the person I was with was trying to spot the Tomlinsons while I was looking for Oli and K and was mentally putting a check on names for the sound and lights guys - priorities! (Blaming Red Rocks for having us go down the rabbit hole of every single member of the crew)

Oh yeah the KMM lights! It was kinda spontaneous? He had a little shy smile like he was telling himself 'look at this lot' and it was soooo adorable. I'm glad I got to be a part of it <3 Which pretty much summarizes this whole show - witnessing a moment in history.

Finally - TANK TOP LOUIS WITH MY OWN 2 EYES!!!!!! And what a tank top!!! #blessed #cantspellslutwithoutlt

Everyone's been saying being a louie is for life and that just keep getting stronger and stronger everytime I get to see him perform! Can't wait for future shows!!!

[missadangel]

Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 13: A New Life in Texas (WARNING +18, Smut, bathtub sex)

gifs by ilovejavierpena - tomshiddles

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One week later...

It was time to leave, you have felt so many emotions this past week. It was not like just traveling to another country.

At first you were angry with your father again for forcing you to go somewhere without asking you. You visited him to talk, yet nothing has changed.

“You don't want to go with him? Okay, then I'll send you somewhere else.” He teased.

“What? No, of course I want to go with him,” you blushed.  “Dad, stop it, do you really have to send me somewhere to protect me?”

“I don't want you to stay here after everything and, it wears me out to think that you are always in danger, I promised your mother that I would take care of you and protect you no matter the cost, you will be safe with him. Everything you need is in your suitcase, this is my way, bear with me, don’t be angry with me, okay?”

You were actually grateful as you hugged him tight and said goodbye.

Well all in all he was your father. He has done everything for you, even if it was wrong. If this was exile, you would have gladly accepted it, being with Javi was beyond awesome.

The second thing was about what to do there, after all, he hasn't asked you to marry him or anything.

You had to think about it, but maybe later.

Javi talked briefly about his family, but that was it. It wasn't a country you didn't know, you've been in New York before, but as a tourist. Now you were going to live or stay in his homeland with him.

You can’t be sure for future for now since he wants to protect you more than your father does.

You were nervous and excited at the same time. You had many sleepless nights because of this.

The best thing to do was to go with the flow.

When it’s time to say goodbye to your friend Caroline, you tried hard not to cry, you promised to call her often. You didn't know if you would see her again or how you would find her the next time, but you left her house wishing to meet her again.

Finally all goodbyes comes to end, Javi picked you up and you got to the airport together. You were both excited while getting on the plane.

"I think I'm really going to kidnap you this time," he whispered in your ear.

You giggled. "Should I call for help?"

"Don't bother, baby, the plane is already in the air," he smirked, kissing your cheek.

Through the window you could see that you were floating in the air, whatever was below looked tiny.

"Wow," you murmured as you say goodbye to your country, took a deep breath and leaned on Javi's shoulder.

You wished for a new page, a new life, and this time without trouble, please.

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It was a hot afternoon when the plane landed in San Antonio. There was only one direct flight from Santa Marta, but the distance between San Antonio and Laredo was 160 miles, which meant at least a two-hour drive. So after the flight, Javi rented a car from a rental agency. You took food in the car before you left, and you ate all the way. You even helped Javi when he had trouble drinking his coke and had fun feeding him the french fries one by one. As car drives through the roads of Texas, you enjoyed the scenery, desert-like plains, hills that in places were just sand and rock reflecting the color of the sun.

You poked your head out of the car window, admiring the scenery, enjoying the way your hair blew in the wind.

By the time you reached downtown, it was almost evening and the sun was about to set. As Javi drives, he pointed and told you about the important places around you, the police station where he worked as a deputy sheriff, the restaurant where he and his father used to go for dinner, his favorite bars, and other places around town.

"Amazing," you murmured, it was more beautiful than Cali.

You loved it, you couldn't wait to see everywhere on foot, but it was a long drive and you felt so tired. When Javi stopped at the gas station to get some gas you wanted to be on your feet for a while, you got out of the car and looked around curiously, since it was evening, people were going their home.

Later, Javi came out of the convenience store and walked towards you holding two cold glass bottles of coke. He uncapped one and handed it to you, and as you thanked him and took a sip, someone called out to him.

A guy about Javi's age, apparently he has also come to get gas. As they talking, he eyed you and then turned back at Javi, you blushed, he must have been a relative or a friend.

You opened the door and got in as Javi said goodbye to him and walked to the car.

Javi muttered himself as he opened the door.

"Someone you know?"

Javi started the engine, "My fucking cousin," he hissed.

You looked at him curiously as car started, he obviously didn't like him very much.

Javi laughed at the look on your face.

"He's probably going to tell the whole town that he saw me with an extremely beautiful girl," he said smiling, taking your hand and kissing it.

"What's wrong with that? I mean, people always like to talk about other people."

"You were born and raised in the city, cariño, in a small town like this, people will do anything for new gossip content."

"I guess, I'm the gossip content."

Javi pursed his lips as if he wasn't sure.

"Okay, now I'm officially worried."

"Do you already regret coming here with me?" He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, "No, of course not, I can take it, it's not like they're holding a gun to my head."

Seeing the flash of anger in Javi's eyes, you immediately regretted saying that.

"I mean, metaphorically, I-“

He put his arm around your neck, pulled you against him and kissed you on the head, his other hand was on the steering wheel and he kept driving the car.

“With me by your side, no one will be able to do anything to you.”

You nodded, “I know.”

“Here we are,” he parked the car in the yard of a small house. You looked at the house, it was much more beautiful than you have imagined. It was a small but spacious ranch house with a large porch.

Javi unloaded his suitcases from the trunk, they were all yours, he only had luggagebag, slung over his shoulder. He realized you still in the car, so he opened the car door for you.

“My lady,” he held out his hand to you.

“Mr. Peña,” you smiled, took his hand to get out

“Welcome to your new home then,” he kissed you on the cheek and you followed him as he carried the suitcases to the porch.

“Pops!” he called out, but it was very quiet, nothing but crickets.

“Maybe he went to the banks,” he put the suitcases in front of the door of a room in the hall.

As soon as you stepped inside you glanced over the kitchen, the living room, the furnitures, all in classic Texas style. Just like you’ve seen in the movies.

“It's a lovely house,” you said as you checking the wall decors.

“Come with me,” Javi grabbed your hand and pulled you into one of the rooms.

It was cozy, with a bed with a wooden headboard, a wooden dresser, and walls painted a light grayish color.

Javi hugged you from behind, “so this is my room, or, our room,” he giggled.

His breath caresses your cheeks and you almost forgot all your tiredness when you felt his mustache rubbing your neck.

“Do you want to try out the bed?”

He pulled you gently by the waist and before you knew it you found yourself laying on the bed. He leaned over and kissed you, and you put your arms around his neck.

“Mm, It's really comfortable,” you giggled.

He was about to kiss you again but you both stopped as you heard a loud man's voice.

“Son! Is that you?”

Javi turned his head that way.

“Yeah, it's me pops!” he called out, then grabbed your hand, gently pulling out of the bed.

You both left the room as Javi's father hanging his hat on the coat rack. He approached with smile and hugged his father.

“How you doing, pop?”

“Same old same old,” he tapped him on the shoulder, then looked at you, you were so excited, smiling shyly.

“Who is this beautiful young lady?”

“Yes, let me introduce you to Y/N,” putting his arm around you.

You approached him, “Pleasure to meet you sir,” you shook his hand, Chucho laughed.

“Sir? Come on, honey, call me Chucho, okay?”

“Okay Chucho,” you nodded, blushing.

“You guys hungry? You must be, you’ve came from far away after all,” he said on the way to the kitchen.

Javi looked at you raising eyebrows, you shrugged.

“Okay we'll join you for dinner,” he stepped around the table  and pulled up a chair.

“Come baby, sit,” pointing with his head.

“Maybe we should help him?”

“Come on, I'm not too old for that,” he muttered you felt like scolded, so you decided to sit down.

Javi kissed you on the cheek and went into the kitchen, you laughed to yourself as he tried to take the plates from his fathers hand and got scolded by him in return. You wondered if they were always like this. They were so sweet.

During meal you talked to Chucho about Colombia, but he was not a man who askes lots of questions. But you liked him. Obviously he liked you too, you felt pleased and relieved because you have been thinking for a long time that he might not like you.

He never asked about your father, what he did for a living or anything like that, and felt appreciated.

More, you were surprised by the harmony between them, the way Chucho reads Javi and his every move, so he chats with you accordingly, how Javi is super comfortable with him also reads him. So easy, so natural.

Your father has never been like that.

After dinner, sitting on the porch at night, Javi had a cursory conversation with his father about work, you sat with them in silence, smiling. When it got late, Chucho excused himself and retired to his room. 

“He's so nice,” you said to Javi as you sat in the chair next to him.

“He likes you too,” he smiled, finished his beer.

“Really?”

“He doesn't show his feelings much, but I'm sure.”

You nodded with a smile, then yawned, he smirked.

“It's been an exhausting day, let's go to bed,” he put his beer bottle down.

“Yeah, I feel pretty tired, can I take a shower first?”

Javi took your face in his hands. “You don't have to ask for that.”

“Well actually since there's only one bathroom...”

You were a little shy and concerned about that.

“It's okay, Chucho doesn't spend a lot of time in bathroom.”

“Hmm, okay, I guess I need time to get used to it.”

Javi placed a warm kiss on your lips.

“I'll help you with that.”

You yawned again as hugged him, he kissed the top of your head and looked at you.

“Why don't we take a bath together?”

“A bath?” raising your eyebrows.

Not shower?

Javi opened the bathroom door. "You grumbled about bathroom, but we have a bathtub that I think you'll like it."

You hasn't been in the bathroom since you came and now you saw the tub, feeling relieved.

"That's more like it."

Once the two of you were in the bathroom, Javi closed the door behind you, turned on the tap, and put the drain cork in the tub. You were watching him pour the bubble bath solution into the running water. As the tub filled, you took off your necklace and earrings, putting on the cabinet.

Javi was right behind you, slipped the straps of your dress and running his lips on your shoulder, you giggled as his mustache tickled a little. Then you turned to him and kissed. As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly while he was busy taking off your dress with his long fingers. Your hands slipped from his neck to his shirt to unbutton it one by one, in a minute, your dress dropping to the floor then his shirt.

And then your bra, Javi undid it and took it off, then with your help he got rid of his pants and underwear and kicked the piles of clothes into a corner of the bathroom.

The tub was fairly full, Javi shut off the tap. He stepped in first laid back at the edge of the tub, looking at you with desire.

“Come on baby,” he licked his lips as he invites you in.

“Looks fun,” you giggled and settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His wet hands were on your waist, on your shoulders, covering you with bubbles, rubbing gently, it felt so good.

Bubbles let your skin slide effortlessly against his so he pulled you closer, that made you brush against his cock, and he let out a moan of pleasure. Smiling at his mouth, you repeated the motion, teasing him.

You love when he moans.

He was so close to your entrance yet not inside, the bubbly water making everything feel slippery. But you wanted him so badly so you reached down and grabbed his cock and let it sliding inside. He moaned, grabbed your hips thrust up and pushes you down.

He grinned at your moan. "You love it.”

“I never said I didn’t,” you were panting. “And, I love the way you feel inside me Javi,” you barely whispered, he feels your warm breathe against his ear that makes turn him on more.

“I like the feeling of being inside of you, too, baby,” he purred and slid out of you then thrust deeply up into you, making you moan with great pleasure.

You moved against each other in a practiced rhythm, knowing each others' bodies well enough now that they didn't need to speak much. He pulled you down hard against him when he came same time with you, both moaning loud. You were sure the two of you were sloshing water out onto the floor now, but you didn't care.

He kissed you as sitting you sideways in his lap and leaning you into his strong chest.

Then just looked down at you, smiling. “I love you baby.”

“Love you too Javi.”

‘Y/N, cariño?’

Javi's worried voice suddenly woke you up. When you opened your eyes, you were gasping for breath, you couldn't understand why.

Javi put his hand on your cheek and leaned over you, his brow furrowed and his brown eyes looking very concerned.

'What, what happened?’

'Well, you were delirious, did you have a bad dream?

'Yeah?' Suddenly the dream just came back to you.

'Never mind, it was just a nightmare,' you said with a half smile.

‘Do you want to tell me about it?’

You sighed deeply.

'Well, a man had a gun to my head and you rushed to save me, but...' You swallowed. 'You didn't make it.’

Javi sighed and ran his nose through your hair, then kissed your forehead.

‘That will never happen, no one can hurt you, just try to forget what happened, please.’

‘I know, it's just a stupid dream.’

Suddenly your stomach growled and you felt so embarrassed, Javi laughed.

‘Let's get up, dad's probably already awake,' he kissed you again and got up to get dressed.

Sitting on the bed, you having a poker face because you were still in the grip of the dream, didn’t want him to worry.

When he left the room, you went to the bathroom and splashed water on your face hard. As you looked at your face in the mirror, you promised yourself that you would leave the stupid dream behind and try to live in the moment.

As you opened the bathroom door, you heard a woman's voice, walked to the living room, you saw a tall, middle-aged woman with curly dark brown hair hugging Javi.

As soon as she saw you, her mouth fell open.

‘Jesus,’ she raised her hands as she came towards you and immediately hugged you tightly, ignoring your flinch, then pulled her head back to study your face in detail.

‘What a beauty, no wonder why Javi rejected the girls I’ve arranged.’ she giggled, squeezing your shoulders gently, it was hard to tell if she was scolding or admiring.

You felt your face flush.

‘Tía,’ Javi whined.

‘Leave the girl alone Sofia,’ Chucho muttered.

‘Are you Javi's aunt?’ your soft voice sounded like a ringing, and the woman once again looked at you in amazement.

You held yourself from laughing.

‘Sí, cariño,’ she smirked. ‘And you must be the reason that kept Javi in Colombia all this time.’

Well she had a point.

‘Except the cartels,’ Chucho murmured, sipping his coffee.

‘Okay that's enough, come on baby, eat something,’ Javi grabs your hand and pulled you away from his aunt.

He pulled out a chair and sat you down quickly, you smiled shyly.

‘Why don't you guys come round for dinner tomorrow?’ Sophia suddenly asked.

Javi and his dad ignored her but you looked at her curiously. Javi put bacon on your plate blinked at you.

‘Javi, after Danny's wedding you didn't come to our house even once, you went to Colombia all of sudden. Please come round for dinner tomorrow night, Danny will be there with his wife too,’ she said as she clasped his hands together.

Javi rolled his eyes at her and then looked at you, taking your nod without speaking.

‘Okay, we'll be there,’ he said and shoved the whole piece of bacon in your mouth.

‘Eat up baby,’ he laughed at the look on your face.

‘Great, I have to go and tell Bruno right away,’ she said happily and kissed you on the cheek, almost made you choking on the bacon.

“You coming too Chucho?” she turned to him.

“You invite me for dinner? I'll be damned.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic, hermano,” then she looked at you and Javi smiling. “See you tomorrow, cariños.”

She was mumbling something happily as she hurried off the porch.

‘Excuse my aunt,’ Javi said turning to you. ‘We won't go if you don't want us to.’

You swallowed the bacon and shook your head no. ‘No, we said we'd go, we have to go, they're your relatives.’

Javi smiled and nodded.

The next evening, while you were in the room getting ready for dinner, Javi opened the door and came in.

‘You don't need so much make-up, you're already so beautiful,’ he looking at you in the mirror.

‘Well I'm a bit nervous, if they don't like me-’

‘As if such a thing was possible,’ he leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms, watching you with a smile as you brushing your hair.

You turned your eyes to him, he was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, his hair was combed as usual and the brown of his eyes was perfect as always. He was the one who didn't need prepare himself.

He was beautiful.

‘Why are you blushing,’ his hand caressed your cheek.

Am I?

Every time you looked at him you wondered how he could affect you as much as the first time you saw him. And how could you love him more and more every day, was such a thing even possible?

When he frowned and looked at you, you smiled to yourself, being with him, being in his life was priceless.

‘If you don't feel well, we should-’

You shut him by kissing him.

‘Let's go.’

It was evening when you arrived at Javi's aunt's house, not far away. She greeted you enthusiastically on the porch, her husband was just as excited. He was a man of medium height, a little overweight, very cheerful. Javi was holding your hand tightly as you entered the house, but his aunt overpowered him and grabbed you by shoulder and dragged you inside for a quick tour of the house.

Their house was bigger than Chucho's, two stories, with a large porch and wide garden.

With her son and daughter-in-law arrived, she invited you to the table. It was very elaborate, so much food, there were even some dishes you have never seen before.

“What a lovely house,” you said, smiling.

“Ah, thank you, is your home back in Colombia like this? I wonder what it's like,” she handed you a plate of salad.

“Yes, sort of,” you said, taking some on your plate, of course your house was bigger, but you had no intention of saying that.

“What city have you lived in Colombia?” this time her daughter-in-law asked.

“Cali.”

“Ah, Javi, you were stationed there too, right? How did you two meet anyway?”

Javi and you looked at each other, you knew this question was coming but never thought about how to answer it correctly.

“At the bar.”

“At the bar.”

You both surprised and smiled at each other.

“Aren't they lovely, darling?”

Her husband shook his head as yes so busy with eating meanwhile.

“What about your parents, have they come here too or did you-”

“For fucks sake,” Chucho grumbled. “Let the girl eat something. You invite her to eat or interrogate her?”

After dinner, when they were serving drinks, his aunt asked you about other things, but luckily you were able to handle it.

God, she asked a lot.

 Eventually it got late, time to leave

"There's a wedding party at Friday night, downtown, will you be there?" she asked suddenly as you walking out the door with Javi. "It’s Enrique, Javi, you know him since childhood."

She said to Javi, but her eyes were on you.

"Well, if Javi wants to," you looked at his face, he was definitely reluctant but he didn't want to be nagged by his aunt.

"Well, we'll be there, I guess, thanks for inviting us tía," he said, grabs you by the shoulders and leading you away from his aunt with crooked smile.

"Great, everyone will be there, I can't wait to see their faces when they realize what a beautiful lady you are with," she giggled mischievously from behind you as you approaching the car.

The tone of her voice changed when she says that everyone but you didn't care. Maybe she meant that everyone will be staring at you so warns you to watch your back.

"I thought no one here would act like I’m the daughter of someone important," you said, pursing your lips, "I wanted to be ordinary, invisible."

Javi giggled. "It's impossible to be invisible with such beauty, hermosa."

He bent his head and kissed you, his father glancing in the rearview mirror and smirked, you flushed with shame.

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[babycharmander]

Cali or Lucy for the headcanon meme

[insert "Why Not Both?" gif here]

Caligosto Loboto

Headcanon A (realistic): While he's a "changed man" he still struggles with his morals a lot. As much as Raz helped him, no-one's going to change completely overnight, and so he still struggles with old, bad habits and generally still being mean. Even when he genuinely tries to do something good, he might not know the best way of doing it.

Headcanon B (hilarious): He is an absolute fashion disaster. He wears what is comfortable without any regard whatsoever for what actually looks good. He does prefer his lab coat, but if he has to wear anything else he'll just throw on the ugliest bullcrap that is comfortable. He's perfectly happy wearing skirts and dresses as they have a similar feeling to his lab coat. (He used to dress fairly reasonably, but after being admitted to Thorney Towers and having to wear uncomfortable things like strait jackets, he threw all sense of fashion out the window. Is it comfortable? GOOD ENOUGH.)

Headcanon C (ANGST): Post-Rhombus of Ruin, he feels terribly, terribly conflicted about his showercap. It provides him some amount of protection from psychic powers and it was a gift from his mother! But... after coming to terms with what his parents did to him, he hates thinking about the fact that his showercap is associated with his mother. It's a reminder of what he went through, of how terrible his parents were, of his mother who did not care if he died or not. But at the same time, without the showercap, he feels vulnerable. His scalp is riddled with scars. He doesn't like seeing it in the mirror. But when he sees himself in the mirror with the showercap... It's very emotionally complicated for him, but after a long while he ultimately decides to wear it in spite of his mother. Maybe he modifies it slightly more to make it something more his own, or adding more patches to it, but whether he changes it or not, he does keep it.

Headcanon D (probably doesn't 100% fit canon but I dON'T CARE): I know Tim said that Loboto doesn't actually know a lot about teeth, but... I kinda just like to think more that he does, it's just he learned it all on his own since he never got a formal degree or license, so his methods are a bit nonstandard. And also that he just got way more deranged after becoming a patient at Thorney Towers because screw everything if they're gonna take away his (fake) license no matter what he does then he might as well do whatever he wants, and pulling teeth is pretty fun...

Lucrecia Mux

Headcanon A (realistic): While obviously she was close to all the Psychic 7, I like to think she bonded with Cassie a lot. Going from Raz's interactions with the mental figure of Lucy in Cassie's mind, Cassie just seemed... very confused and hurt by what Lucy had become, and saw her has "the nicest person" during her time in the Gulch. Yes, Cassie was mad at the hydraulic mining thing and also saw Lucy as being "too busy making goo-goo eyes at Ford" but I kinda feel like the latter was a lot of retrospect, still sorta projecting her present hurt onto the past. People are complicated, of course. Regardless, I think Lucy and Cassie both connected over a lot of things, one being that they were both women who had to flee their home countries for different reasons. No one else in the Psychic 7 had that experience, so it was something  they both understood each other about.

Headcanon B (hilarious): She is an absolute Agent of Chaos and gets a kick out of shocking people by saying wild things. Sometimes those things are true, sometimes they're blatant lies, but sometimes the truths are so wild and the lies are so mundane that no one really knows what's true and what's not. Was she telling the truth about the Wet Wanda thing? Goodness knows. This also extends to just loving to see Ford get flustered over things.

Headcanon C (ANGST): She did not immediately go from being Maligula to thinking she was Marona. When Ford first locked away Maligula, he "had [his] Lucy back," which I take to mean that for a moment after that, she was herself again. And she saw herself in the safety of Green Needle Gulch with Ford in front of her, and sank into his arms, crying with relief and then saying something to the effect of "Oh Crully, I just had the worst nightmare..." And Ford just... looked at her, horrified and distressed, and realization hit her and she grabbed him by the shoulders, begging him to tell her that she didn't kill her sister, even if everything else had happened, please tell her she didn't kill her sister. Marona is still alive, right? Right? She didn't kill her sister, right? And... he couldn't say anything, and it hit her all over again what she'd done, and it started to storm, and Maligula nearly broke free all over again. Ford, in desperation, told her his terrible plan, and Lucy, too grief-wrecked to think clearly, agreed to it. Anything to forget, anything to keep it from happening again.

... Can you tell this is a scene I've mulled over in my head a lot.

Headcanon D (probably doesn't 100% fit canon but I dON'T CARE): Okay honestly there's not much I can think of with Lucy that would be contradict canon, I don't think? Other than I do not hold to the 20 years thing, and see it as closer to 30 years, but even with that, it's not hard to read canon in a way that makes sense. Like, with folks saying "20 years" as a very rounded figure. But that's the closest I can think of for that one, really.

[mlchaelwheeler]

Reading bylers' theories are interesting and all but i really do not think mike understood that those were will's feelings. i think he legit thinks el made will paint a drawing for him, he prob thinks it was gonna be a surprise for him before el left, and i legit think he believed in will's words at the van because he doesnt have any reason to believe that Will would lie to him. People say that mike should have known that the painting was from Will not El bc El mentioned it in her letter that she didnt know who the painting was for. And we canonically know that El straight up lied to Mike all those months on her letters, so Mike actually has a reason to believe that El lied about the painting thing too just to keep it as a secret surprise or something. That's just me though bc that's how I read the narrative and the purpose was to make Mike believe in Will's lie in the first place.

ok listen. mike is smart. remember s1? s2? s3? the pen in s4? he is always figuring things out that majorly benefit the group. i really don't like the trend in the fandom where people believe mike is stupid. sure, it's fun to joke that he has nothing but rocks in his brain, but let's take a step back and be real. he's struggling with his sexuality while growing up in a conservative household/town while also battling life-threatening monsters/situations on a yearly basis. of course he's not on top of every single thing emotionally-wise. however, he still is very smart. one of the smartest characters on the show imo.

anyways, back on topic: the van scene. yes, mike has no reason to think will's lying to him. however, mike knows el doesn't know anything about dnd. he knows el's been lying to him left and right. is will's painting for a girl? nope. if el was lying about that, then she clearly doesn't know who the painting's really for. since mike arrived in cali, he was hoping that painting was for him. he loves receiving presents and will knows that. (i'm going to write a more detailed analysis about this scene soon so stay tuned). so of course he was hoping the painting was will's gift to him.

the way mike was looking at will in the van though? that boy is in love.

that is not the look of someone who's hearing their "girlfriend's" feelings come out of their best friend's mouth. this is the look of someone in love with the best friend. trust me. has mike ever looked at el with that level of love?? (a rhetorical question because we all know the answer to that). also, i don't have the gif (nor do i know how to make one), but in that scene above ^ mike looks at the painting then looks at will. if he would've kept looking at the painting, sure, i might've believed he actually believed el commissioned it. yet he looks back at will. he's clearly thinking it's actually from will!

later on in sbp, mike still believes the painting is from will. he still desperately want to believe that will does feel that way about him. so he jokes around with el, because he's happy she's back and safe. yet do they get a meaningful conversation? nope. they're interrupted before they can say anything substantial to each other.

mike goes into the monologue scene believing that will loves him. so when suddenly will is pushing him to confess his love for el, mike's confused. he doesn't understand, did he misinterpret everything? maybe will really was saying how el felt? whatever the case, mike has no time to react. el is dying. he has no choice. he tells el he loves her. he tells her so much, all of it lies, but it's what she wants to hear. what he thinks she wants to hear. but it's not enough. (because it's a lie). mike doesn't mean it! of course he loves el, but he loves her like he loves the rest of the party. there's nothing romantic there.

so two days later, when will refuses to sit next to mike on the ride back to hawkins and el ignores mike in the cabin, mike feels utterly alone. maybe nobody loves him. but he wants to feel needed, and he knows he loves will, so he stays by his side for the rest of the season. he doesn't try to go talk to el. instead, he has another heart to heart with will where he convinces him that even though vecna pretty much just killed max, mike won't let him touch will. they'll figure this out together. because even if will doesn't love mike, mike does love will. and he's not losing him ever again.

[marengogo]

3 YEARS WITH BTS 💜🙌🏾🎉

THIS IS BTS on Spotify. On Random starting from VIBE.

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

–🐺–🐺–🐺–

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME,

I’M SO GRATEFUL TO BE ARMY~~~💜,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

I will NEVER FORGET how I was like “Damn they are trending uh? … let’s see what they got?”, I clicked on the following link and THAT WAS IT FOR ME.

though I became obsessed with that particular performance of ON, which brought me to check out ON KINETIC MANIFESTO, and got me to add ON as a favorite song on spotify, which I listened to everyday as I went to work. I still couldn't imagine the me of today. 

I then decided to listen to the whole of “Map of the Soul 7” and not gonna lie, I would have the following songs on repeat, every day:

ON never the SIA version, sorry SIA 🙏🏾

Black swan

UGH

Filter

It even got to a point where I would listen to only Filter on repeat 😬😬😬 … Mind you I still didn’t know who any of the members were by that point. Eventually I decided to take a look at the members and I started and ended with the leader 😂. We seemed to have so many things in common: English not being our first language, love for anything intellectual, reading, etc. I couldn’t get past RM. So it was MoTS + RM for me. But nothing serious yet, life still proceeded as normal.

Full into COVID, I had the worst sleeping pattern still do, but that is a different story. So I just so happened to be awake when on August 21, 2020 Dynamite premiered. I had no idea what a comeback was, or anything associated, I just watched as the seconds counted down and then watched this colour video: I WAS SHOOK 😂😂😂. I also remember very clearly that I made my very first BTS gif out of that video, which was Tae at the very end not sure where the gif I made is now but the scene was the following:

So then I got into Tae, I was like “Who is this Cali-looking handsome thing?”. In the same fashion, through reactions, music videos, interviews, RUN BTS, etc, I started being obssessed with each member at a time, for different weeks at a time 😂😂😂. Eventually having to admit that, even though given the chance I'd marry Kim Seokjin 😂😂😂, I actually loved all of them.

As life kept going on, I had a whole series of firsts (photoshoots, reactions, RUN etc) but it took me up to some time in January 2021 to realise that I indeed hadn’t spent a single day of my life since February 25, 2020 without consuming any BTS related content. OF ANY KIND AND WILLINGLY. From that realisation I then happily dove into the rabbit hole, but also came up an amazing journey of mental health recovery:

I OWE THEM SO MUCH.

Because I can feel getting sappy, and in all honesty I want keep enjoying my ARMY birthday with a smile on my face, I’ll stop here. I guess in a way I need to thank Jimmy Fallon uh 😂😂😂?

LOVE YOU MY BOYS, MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW 💜 The following was the ever first BTS photoshoot that came across my timeline.

Always so gratefully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo. 

[astoldbychae]

✈️ 💯 💘💜 for Kimora, Malaysia, AND Capri

PERCOOOO! The gif is sending meeeee! Lol...🤣

*cracks knuckles* Alright...let's get it:

✈️ Does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

When Big Sean said "I be in the air, more than I be on the ground..." he was talkin bout her. Miss ma'am is literally NEVER home.

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

She's chopstick savvy (she's got the lil trait and everything)

Can solve a rubiks cube in less than 5 minutes

Dance is literally her life (She had the opportunity to attend an Ivy League school but she preferred to attend an HBCU so she could experience being a Majorette)

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Her Grandmother (on her Dad's side). They've developed a very tight bond with each other over the years and Angel likes to describe her as "her heart in human form".

Angel was adopted when she was born, so unfortunately she didn't grow up knowing her birth family. After graduating high school she took a gap year to explore Sulani; an attempt to connect with her birth family. Unfortunately, her father had passed away but she was able to find her Grandmother and 3 of her father's other children. Papa was a rollin' stone, so he has quite a few offspring around the Sim Worlds. She doesn't have a connection with her birth mom...but that's another story for another day.

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Her mother is Black and Komorebian and her father is Sulanian. Ultimately, If I were to translate this to real life Angel would be Black, East Asian, and Pacific Islander.

✈️ Does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Although sweet pea is adventurous and travels a lot (mainly for work), she prefers to be home. She's the type to light a candle, put on a face mask, drink a glass of wine, and unwind with a good book (or snuggle up under her man with a good book Lol).

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

She's ambidextrous

She's absolutely terrified of Frogs

German Chocolate cake is her favorite but she somehow hates chocolate flavored things.

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Her peace is the most important thing to her. She meditates, journals, and practices yoga daily. I love that for her so much!

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

She's Black. Her mother is from Willow Creek and her father is from Del Sol Valley. If this were real life, think roots in NOLA and Cali.

✈️ Does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Babygirl is a little bit of both. She is definitely a Simelta Airlines SkyMiles Member (and her bags are still waiting to be unpacked from her last trip) & she loves a good road trip but she loves a good, cozy night in just a little bit more. "Girls Night In" is her favorite, she hosts it once a month at her house and they have all the drinks, charcuterie boards, and gossip til' they pass out.

💯 Share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Snorkeling with Dolphins in Sulani is her favorite thing.

She sews her own clothes (she's currently considering opening a shop on Trendi)

She can't whistle...like at all (thia reminds me of that one Peppa Pig episode where she can't whistle and I've been laughing way too hard for way too long)

💘 What and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Marine Life. Before she dropped out of college for a Reality TV opportunity she was studying to be a Marine Biologist. She loves everything about the ocean...or any huge body of water for that matter. Whenever she needs to decompress, she goes to the Aquarium. I wouldn't be surprised if she ends up leaving the hustle & bustle of the city for the beach life.

💜 What is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

She's Black. Her mother is from San Myshuno and her father is from Copperdale. At this time I don't have a real life city comparison in my game for these two worlds. So far, all I know is San Myshuno is a BIG city and Copperdale is the country...Lol.

💛 Thanks for the ask.

[lavendertales]

Ride—Biker!Javier AU**

An Unholy universe one-shot, post-Colombia

summary: Javier invites you to spend time with him and his family at the ranch back in Texas. Only for you to discover there is more to Javier than meets the eye.

word count: 4.1k

WARNINGS: horniness all around lmao (but also softness bc they’re in love your honor); blowjob, fingering, choking, piv (safe). 18+ ONLY!!!

gif: @user-din​ 

series masterlist | AO3 

Surviving Medellin and Bogota had been truly a blessing. But surviving Cali? Downright miraculous.

You and Javier had been living life on edge since the moment you stepped into Colombia, so it was nothing you hadn’t faced before. But Cali had been brutal. There were several close calls for you both, as well as the team, but on the bright side, you both celebrated the unlikely victory to the best of your abilities and possibilities.

But you’ve made a promise to yourself that if you managed to escape that hellhole and make a difference in the Colombians’ lives, you too would live more in the moment and enjoy every little detail that made up your life.

So when Javier told you that he planned to return to his family’s ranch in Texas, you didn’t really expect to be asked to go with him.

“Go with you as in… for a visit, right?” you felt the need to clarify the night he told you.

Javier frowned, slightly bemused at your hesitance.

“Why do you sound surprised?” he asked in return.

“That you want your college enemy to visit you in your hometown, the intimate space you grew up in? I don’t know. Maybe a little curious.”

“You’re not the first girl I brought home, don’t get all flustered and presumptuous.”

Your mouth almost ached with the question you wanted to pose next, even as playful and innocent as it might’ve been, but you did not want to raise his fight or flight risk.

“Wasn’t going to,” you replied instead.

“But if all goes well, you might be the last.”

You turned to him, truly shook to hear him complete the sentence, as if he was capable of reading your mind without you even hinting at what you were thinking.

“Sounded a bit Texas Chainsaw Massacre-y,” you tried to laugh.

Javier huffed, pulling you close to him and smiling down on you. “It’s not what I meant,” he cooed.

“So all I have to do is earn your family’s approval and then I’ll be set to remain Javier Peña’s—“

You fell deep in thought, mind racing all over the place, trying to figure out a way to finish that sentence without, again, scaring him or taking things too far.

“You can be whatever you want,” he told you, pecking your nose, “as long as you’re mine.”

“Well then. I guess we’re going back to Texas.”

And with that, you got everything you needed for the trip. Truth be told, you weren’t sure how long you’d stay. Javier said you were definitely welcome to be there indefinitely, but you felt like it would be some sort of imposition on his father’s privacy. It’s been two decades since you’ve last seen Chucho Peña, and you were, admittedly, anxious. Not because you were in any way, shape or form afraid of the man, but because you didn’t know how he would react once you’d show up there on Javier’s arm—as his girlfriend, no less. Last time he’d seen you, you were young Javi’s worst academic nightmare, so there was bound to be some anxiety regarding the visit.

But Javier reassured you time and time again and once you actually arrived at the ranch and gotten to salute those around, you realized you were perhaps fearful for nothing.

The ranch was beautiful; a massive construction, sprayed out on dozens of square meters, evidently taken care of, and horses, pigs and chickens in the wide backyard. Javier’s family was pretty numerous, which was a little intimidating for someone coming from a small circle of relatives. Within the span of one day, you got to meet two aunts, two uncles, several cousins—both distant and close—one great-grandmother and, of course, Javier’s father.

You were introduced as the girlfriend—nothing more, nothing less. Although that level of bluntness surprised you, even coming from Javier, you embraced it and smiled politely as you shook Chucho’s hand. Javier remained encased around you, seemly proud to have you by his side.

“Now it makes sense, why the two of you couldn’t stop complaining about each other back in college,” he laughed.

“It took us a long time to realize this,” you shared the laughter.

“I could’ve told you that years ago had you asked me. Matter of fact, I started telling this one that spending so much time talking about someone, in the way he did, that was no silly competition.”

Javier rolled his eyes, remaining quiet as he watched you and Chucho interact and feeling, quite possibly for the very first time since he was a kid, happy.

The next few days have been busy, but certainly a blast; you offered to help around the ranch, preparing lunches and dinners for the whole family. It seemed peculiar to feel so welcomed, so at home around Javier’s family, like you had finally found your place where you were supposed to be, but it was such a pleasant sensation, you wanted it to go on for as long as possible.

What was the most surprising, though, was how easily you bonded with Chucho. You found yourself entertaining various conversations with him over the smallest of tasks, chuckling at his stories about young Javier.

“He was a pretty quiet kid,” Chucho tells you in the kitchen while you’ve taken on the task of making sandwiches for everybody.

“He still is,” you smile. “Not the biggest fan of spoken words. He is really good with written ones, though.”

Your smile gets wider reminiscing of the heartfelt letter Javier had left on your nightstand years ago. The one that rests folded in your wallet, with you everywhere you go.

“When he got together with Lorraine, who was so talkative and open, I thought well, that’s bound to be a good match. But sure enough, with time, the illusion faded. Seems there was no real love there.”

You purse your lips together, focused on the sandwiches instead. You’ve heard the story of Javier and Lorraine before, you were more than familiar with it, but each time you were reminded of it, it still made you sad for the both of them.

“I do think they cared for each other in a way,” you retort. “It was probably just something comfortable.”

“It was. But even that began to feel unbearable. He’s different with you though.”

“How so?”

“He’s… calmer. More open.”

You’ve never actually given it a thought as to how you and Javier changed since you’ve gotten together. There were differences, to be sure, but so subtle to you, people who were used to living a high-paced life, in constant terror, that you might’ve missed them.

“Pops, we’ve been through this, please stop telling people stories of me when I was a kid,” a voice draws both your attention.

You take notice of Javier entering the kitchen, dirt and grease all over his clothes. He’s got what appears to be a fairly older shirt on him, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of tight jeans that you just fancy so much.

“Why, are you afraid I’ll get more dirt on you?” you ask cheekily.

“Who could you possibly tell in this town?”

You shrug. “I could just call Steve and Connie and exchange fun stories.”

Chucho hands him a towel, shaking his head in amusement; as Javier rubs his hands on it, Javier leans over to press a kiss to your cheek. You never saw him be a fan of PDA, nor would you have imagined him to be one. Truthfully, neither were you. But this? You could certainly live with little, sweet gestures like this.

“You’re filthy,” you remark with a certain playfulness in your voice.

Javier reaches for a tall glass of water and winks at you, the reference not passing by him.

“What have you been doing?”

“Cleaned out the garage. And worked a bit on the bike,” Javier clears.

“Oh yeah, forgot to tell you about the old gal,” Chucho chuckles. “Sorry, mijo.”

“It’s alright. I got her cleaned up a bit and I’m gonna rebuild the engine soon.”

“Bike as in… motorbike? Motorcycle?” you ask.

Javier sees the surprised look on your face, the way your brows are upped and that petite line on your forehead that only appears whenever you crinkle it, and he finds it oddly amusing.

“Yes,” he answers. “Had her for years.”

“Her?”

“Yes, her.”

“Should I be concerned? I mean, sounds like you two have a pretty close relationship. I don’t wanna be stepping on anybody’s toes here. Or pedals.”

Chucho puts some of the finished sandwiches on a big plate, leaning towards you. “I’d only be worried if he rides that thing without a helmet.”

You turn back towards Javier. “You’d better not.”

“I won’t.”

“Good boy.”

Javier shakes his head, trying to do everything in his power to not chuckle and smirk at you with all of his family around. But he starts to feel the tingle of being around you, the heat of the day and of his activities finally starting to wear him down, and the water couldn’t quench his thirst.

So he gives you one more telling look, and leans over the kitchen aisle to be closer to you as he says, “Do you want to come to the garage and check her out?”

Luckily you’re down to the last two sandwiches to make, so you rush through that process and place the rest of the batch on another big plate, serving them in the living room for those hungry and you take Javier’s hand as he guides you to the garage.

“I wouldn’t have thought you’re the kind of guy who likes motorcycles,” you tell him somewhat amused.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just never pictured that kind of side to you.”

“Let’s see if you get a clearer picture.”

Javier opens the door to the garage, unveiling several boxes to the side and something under a tarp.

“I’m guessing this is her,” you say, circling the now unveiled motorcycle.

“Yep. Rhonda.”

“Rhonda?”

This is half amusing, half arousing to you and it’s a fascinating combination.

“Yes, Rhonda,” Javier chuckles as well. “You know, cause—a Honda, Rhonda?”

“Yeah, I got that. Love how you brain makes analogies.”

“Hmm, really?”

He inches closer, licking his lips as he’s staring you down.

“Kinda like I associate the word ‘filthy’ with you?” he asks.

“Kind of.”

“Tell you what, how about after lunch, you and I go for a ride and later we can have some dessert?”

Your lips break into a flattered, insatiable smile as you nod at him, all too eager for someone who is usually so calm and collected.

“Sounds perfect.”

It was dead silent after you chugged that glass of water in the kitchen. You even kept the lights off so as to not wake the kids. You had to move swiftly and cautiously, just like you did back when you and Javier were nothing more but fuck buddies, claiming those sweaty encounters meant nothing.

But especially because Javier’s bedroom neighbored Chucho’s. And the last thing either of you needed was his father hearing you two going at it. Though it might come with difficulty, knowing you couldn’t really keep sounds to yourself when it came to Javier’s pleasuring skills.

“Thought I heard someone in here.”

You widen your eyes in slight panic as Chucho appears in the frame. You flash a flustered smile as you try to act inconspicuous.

“I was a bit thirsty,” you apologize. “I hope I didn’t wake you, I know it’s pretty late.”

“Nothin’ to worry about, mija. I was about to go to sleep. But I got to thinking, the holidays are right around the corner. We’d love to have you around for Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

Your eyes widen again, this time in utter surprise. You hadn’t expected such an invitation, and certainly not in that moment.

“Oh! Thank you so much for thinking of me.”

“You can bring up your folks if you’d like to. There’s plenty of us to go around, what’s a few more?”

You exchange laughter with him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Actually, it’s just me. I never had a big family, and… it’s just me now.”

“Well, what happened to your folks?”

You hesitate, realizing that Javier probably didn’t share the tale of your mother, much less your father, but on the one hand you are more than thankful for that.

Chucho glares at you, noticing your facial expression and realizing he might’ve overstepped. He then grabs both your shoulders, smiling at you as he pulls you in for a hug. “We’re here for you if you want. You’re not alone.”

Head resting on his shoulder, you tear up, rummaging the kind words that have just been said to you. The thought of entering a big family, feeling welcomed and cared for and appreciated, it’s making you more emotional than you would’ve anticipated.

“Thank you,” you whisper, pulling yourself together.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For bringing back my son to me.”

You blush, tapping his shoulder playfully. “Stop it or else I’m gonna cry.”

“My apologies, mija. Goodnight.”

You watch Chucho leave the kitchen, the warm and tingly feeling expanding to your extremities. The afternoon’s events are still freshly imprinted on your mind and you’d much rather focus on that than remaining emotional.

Seeing Javier work on his motorcycle, then riding it expertly and flawlessly certainly woke your appetite in ways you considered inconceivable till then. It was true that you hadn’t pegged him as the type of guy who’d drive across states on a bike, all leathered up, stopping for a burger and conversation with other riders, and then hitting the road again, but it sure was a pleasant surprise.

You enter Javier’s bedroom silently, much like a cat ready to pounce on its prey, closing the door gently behind you. Javier is looking out through the window, the moonlight being the only light present.

“Hey,” you whisper sweetly.

He turns, and you notice a bright smile on his face as he approaches you. “Thought you’d never come back to me.”

“Didn’t I always?”

He wraps his arms around you, caressing your back. “You do,” he admits. “It never fails to surprise me.”

“Why?”

“Cause you stayed. In spite of… everything.”

Something about that statement makes your heart ache. You know Javier’s often felt more lonesome than he liked to show, and that you can understand all too well. However, you appreciate the fact that he’s opening up to you more and more.

“Well, I didn’t really have a choice. You know too much about me, you’ve seen me naked… ate food off of me naked… I have to keep you around,” you joke.

And luckily it works; Javier chuckles, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“If you brought some whipped cream from the kitchen, we could do that again,” he teases you.

“I didn’t, unfortunately. But I ran into your dad.”

Javier frowns, pressing pause on caressing your skin beneath the shirt. “Okay…?”

“He invited me here for the holidays.”

“Oh. That’s great. You really hit it off with the family.”

You smile widely. “I’m a delight, of course I did.”

“My great-grandma already asked me, not-so-subtly, when we’re getting married.”

You chuckle, holding him still close to your body.

“And when we’re having kids,” he continues. “Not if. When. You know, no pressure or anything.”

“She’s a sweet lady, give her a break.”

“I forgot how crazy it gets with all of them around. I feel like I need a break from them too.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Hmm, I think someone mentioned something about dessert?”

You smile at one another, eager hands roaming on clothed skin.

“I think you might be right,” you coo.

“But we should be quiet.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“You have to be quiet.”

“Oh, there’s that biker attitude I heard so much about.”

When his lips press on yours, you melt instantly. It’s then that you realize, with all the family meetings and preparations around, the two of you haven’t had some alone time in weeks. Your hands drop to his zipper, swiftly working against it to remove the jeans standing in his pleasure’s way. As you broke the kiss to ensure more visibility for your wicked mission, Javier smiles at you, already out of breath, and presses his index against his lips to signal you to remain quiet.

“I’m more worried about you being quiet right now,” you slyly tell him.

You guided him towards the bed as Javier laid on it, his legs dangling off the bed. You peppered a trail of wet, hot kisses from his mouth to his cheeks, jaw and neck. Javier was quick to remove his shirt as you teased his happy trail as you palmed him through his underwear, earning a few low grunts from him. When you look up, you notice his gorgeously fucked out face, and you barely touched him yet. But you reckon it’s been a while for you both, so perhaps he was a little more sensitive than usual.

You decide you shouldn’t waste any more time, so you free his erection from the cotton fabric and immediately take him in your mouth, lathering the tip with your tongue. Javier exhales, hardly in control, but forcing himself to remain steady. One loud sound and you’re both done for.

He lets out a throated moan, too coarse for the sound to be properly dispersed throughout the room; one of his hands grip the sheets, the other grips your hair, fisting it in order to not let out any louder noises.

There’s nothing gently about the way you’re sucking him off, and he wouldn’t wanna have it any other way. If all this is because you saw him fix a motorcycle and then go for a ride with him, then he definitely ought to be doing that more.

You feel yourself getting wetter with each additional flick of your tongue against his throbbing cock, and each bop of your head another reminder that your whole body is aching for him, badly. But you do the work, happily, taking him in however much you can, stroking the base of his cock at the same time, enjoying the throaty noises Javier is releasing.

He doesn’t want to cum, not yet anyway; it feels like months since the two of you had any chance to bring pleasure to one another, so he wants to do this just right. Coming down your throat will have to be for another time.

So he fists your hair harder, nearly yanking it so that you release him from your mouth, and you stare at him bewildered. In one swift move, you wake up underneath Javier’s body as he’s kissing his way down your body, struggling to remove your pajamas.

The moment you are bare before him, Javier lays you on your back fully, legs spread for him. He feels an aching hunger to taste you, to make you fall apart in his mouth, and he too decides he doesn’t want to waste any time.

“Are you gonna be quiet?” he asks.

“You know I can’t really do that when you go down on me.”

“Fine. I won’t go down on you then.”

And suddenly he has his finger inside of you, curling daringly and boldly, testing the waters. When you arch your back, fighting back insatiable moans from the burns of your body, inside and out, Javier knows he has your approval, so he pushes in another digit. He’s pumping in and out faster and faster, all the while messily kissing your jaw and lips, taking great pride and joy in the sounds you make and the way they trigger that possessive side of him.

“You really liked my motorcycle this much, baby?” he teases.

“Mhm—“

“Do you really want me this much?”

“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you—“

Smiling in a deviled ecstasy, Javier presses one last kiss on your lips before pulling out, not giving you any chance to reach your climax. Disappointed, you watch in awe as Javier takes the two fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, releasing a grunted mhhmm that nearly has your head spinning.

“No, whyyy?” you whine.

“Cause we both need more than this.”

You can’t argue against that; your breaths get ragged watching him in the moonlight reaching inside the drawer and hastily place the condom on his erection. You spread your legs further, Javier’s mouth nearly watering as he’s jerking the base of his cock, readying himself.

He holds you by the hips as he pushes inside you. The way he slides with ease through your walls, your arousal coating his cock and sending shivers throughout his entire body, it can easily be described as heaven. Maybe it’s the happiness Javier feels knowing his whole family has fallen in love with you just as much as he had, or perhaps it’s the fact that you probably shouldn’t be doing this with the whole family roaming around—especially Chucho right in the next room—but every feeling is amplified; it’s the sweetest, most intoxicating and insatiable poison he has ever had the luxury of tasting.

“Javi—“

“Shhh, we can’t make any sound—“

You nod desperately, feeling Javier’s hips snapping inside you with fervor and speed, clearly chasing both your orgasms. It sure feels sweet and tender, but it carries no shortage of that fiery passion and roughness that brought you together in the first place.

You’re mewling and cooing, biting your lips till they bled so you keep sounds to yourself. Your hand reaches at the back of his neck to pull him down for a sloppy kiss, and in return, Javier’s hand curls around your neck and applies just the right amount of pressure, simultaneously picking up the pace.  

 “F-Fuck—fuck, I love you—“Javier whispers with a little grunt.

His thrust get sloppier, just as the previous kiss did, and faster as well, and you can tell he’s close, but so are you. It has been a while, you remind yourself.

“I love you too,” you whisper fleetingly.

“Mhm—look at me, please… please.”

He sounds utterly broken, in a complete need for you, and you couldn’t love that more. His hand still around your throat like a necklace, you reach to grab both his shoulders, holding onto them as he pushes himself inside you as fast as he can, and mere seconds later, you feel his muscles tighten under your touch, his body shaking as he stops, riding out his orgasm. You reach to play with your clit, still feeling him throbbing inside you, and Javier gathers whatever strength he has left to thrust again, helping you reach your orgasm.

And you do. When it washes you over, drowning you in pleasure and love and warmth, Javier’s hand is over your mouth to prevent you from screaming. He leans down with his whole body, so much so that he’s fully sheathed in you and his cock nearly hits your cervix, and kisses you tenderly, waiting for you to settle down.

Then you bite his lower lip, rubbing your nose against his.

“Better each time we practice, huh?” he smiles.

“We sure are,” you agree.

He’s barely moving inside you, just enough to let you feel him close, as intimately as possible.

“I’m pretty impressed you actually kept it quiet,” he tells you coyly.

You jokingly slap him away, and just then he pulls out, getting rid of the condom and bringing a wet towel for you.

“So. The holidays. What do you think?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, pleasantly surprised again.

“It’s not like I have other plans, so… I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“After everything we’ve done and been through, we might actually have to stick together just to prevent some stuff from coming out.”

You chuckle, resting on his chest underneath the covers. It’s silent and peaceful, serene in its simple way of simply being, unlike the lives you’ve led for the past few years. It feels rewarding, too. Like you finally get to rest.

“I’ll be here,” you tell him reassuringly.

“Good. Cause my great-grandma likes to cook for the whole town, so we’ll need all the help we can get.”

You peck his cheek, cuddling up closer to him. “Do you think we can go on another ride tomorrow?”

“You wanna go out there with Rhonda again?”

“Well, if we’re gonna be in a threeway, best her than someone else.”

This time Javier chuckles, an earthy, healthy sound that tickles your ears. If anything, you’re just glad you can bring Javier some serenity after all that time.

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I’m Cain I’m 20 year old wolf-boy freak and im a gay guy (homoflexible?) He/Him, I am disabled and mentally Ill (AuDHD, SM, Dyslexia, OCD, C-PTSD, Schizoaffective disorder, self diagnosed Dysgraphia and Dyscalculia, IST (inappropriate sinus tachycardia)(highest pulse I’ve had (that’s documented at least) is 500, and I felt normal.) Chronic recurrent mononucleosis, I also suffer from chronic pain in both of my knees and bilateral hip pain and chronic bilateral low back pain(please kill me it hurts to exist)) and I’m a digital artist and shitty writer (fics) and I’m a Mixed Chicano, i live in the pnw (from socal(I miss cali so baaaaad))

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