#I wish I could watch Narcos for the first time

[kirsteng42]

This when I officially fell in love with Javi P!!!! I always wanted Helena to come back at some point as they were just so good and gorgeous together, but no we got frigging Elisa and Gabby of which I didn’t like him with either. I love when Helena asks him for a kiss, they were so natural together and of course sexy as all hell!!!

JAVIER PEÑA’S HOTTEST MOMENTS

43. 50/139 votes → the tenderness Javi shows toward Helena in The Sword of Simón Bolivar

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[amirasainz]

Hi loves, if you want more drivers and wags drabbles, don't be shy to request something!

I hope you'll like this one. I will also add a masterlist soon! Please send some requests(can be only driver, drivers and wags or Sainz family), I need some inspiration!

(Wish me luck, I am writing a physics exam tomorrow)

-XoXo

Chaos before her arrival

Chaos. Everywhere at the grid was chaos. People are running left and right. Mercedes mechanics carrying flower bouquets in their garage. McLaren bringing an extra princess like sofa in theirs. Ferrari has three personal chefs at the motorhome.

One might think the royal family is coming to the grand prix. But one wouldn't be so wrong. In fact, Amira Sainz, the paddock princess and littlest sister of Carlos Sainz, was attending her first GP after the winter break.

With staying in Colombia for filming the 3rd season of Narcos, babygirl didn't have a lot of time to attend her big brothers GPs.

On one hand, Carlos was thankful that his baby sister wasn't surrounded by the drivers and their crazy girlfriends.

I mean, can you believe the audacity from Lily and Alex to go shopping with his baby sister because:" Baby, you look so warm, let's get you some shorter clothes to cool you off"(Alex) and "Baby, I saw this really cute handbag for 30k and it reminded me of you. Let's go get it!We can be all matchy-matchy" (Lily)

Or George and Carmen with their "Sweetheart you have to come to London with us. We can have our own tea party the mansion from Downtown Abby and wear our Tommy Hilfiger clothes and...."

Or Pierre and Kika and their "good hearted" invitation to Portugal because, apparently, babygirl is looking too pale. So she has to spend the whole winter break in a villa with only one bedroom (ups) and a private beach with them. Obviously!

But the worst of them all were Charles and Alex. Carlos can't even think about it. The last time his sister came to visit the grid, Charles had the audacity to give her a sparkling pink La Ferrari. And if that wasn't enough, he and Alexandra had to drive her around the city (let's be honest, our girl can't drive. But that's OK, cause she is pretty) with her sitting in Alex lap to "get the full driving experience cherie"

So, as you can see, Carlos wasn't very happy to have his sister attending a GP with these demons around her. His poor angel, nearly getting eaten alive by those monsters (is he dramatic? Yes. Does Carlos care? Absolutely not!)

But Carlos heart, mind and soul hurt the whole time she was in Colombia. What do mean his darling sister isn't by his side or by their family. She's just a baby! What if someone robbed her? Or her car gets stuck? Or worse, she has to go buy things with her OWN money?!

No, Carlos couldn't live with that thought either. So either way, their wasn't really a good solution to his problem.

When he saw all the teams acting crazy, decorating their garages, how his sister likes them and cleaning EVERYTHING, his blood was boiling. His baby, darling sister is staying in HIS team garage, on HIS half. (I'm looking at you, Charles and Alexandra)

However, the last straw for him was when he saw all the wags waiting by the entrance for Amira. They stood at the entrance like hinters waiting for their prey.

Oh Carlos could feel the grey hairs growing

And Amira? During the whole fiasco, babygirl was in the spa getting ready for her exhausting day. Looking pretty the whole time and watching the race IS pretty exhausting. Our poor babygirl🥺

@stinkyjax @khaylin27 @xoscar03

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Javi’s Playground✨

A/N: Ahhh I’ve been wanting to write a Javi one shot for a while, and I finally got the inspiration after listening to “Sex & Candy” by Marcy Playground. Thank you to @mountainsandmayhem for helping me come up with a name and beta read so I didn’t chicken out and not post 😘 This is my first time writing Javi, so I’d like as much feedback as I can get 🥰 I tried my best with the Spanish translations.

Summary: Javi decides to blow off some steam at the strip club, but he doesn’t intend to attempt to take one of the dancers home with him.

Pairing: Javier Pena x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Tags: smut, flirting, Javi goes to a strip club, alcohol, smoking, unprotected p in v, oral, Narcos era, reader is a stripper, reader has long hair, switching POVs, some Spanish (translations at bottom of doc)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The glow of the amber lights swirl above his head as a crystal disco ball spins slowly, throwing its sparkly essence into the crowded strip club. This isn’t his normal place, Paradise Cove. It’s only a distraction, a secret alcove to let go of any thoughts of drug lords, innocent bloodshed, Pablo Escobar, or any traces of misery he’s been holding on to over the past treacherous year. This was a place for forgetting, relaxing the mind, indulging in mere fantasies he could only wish to grasp his torn hands around. So he’d drink, smoke, and indulge in beautiful women in peace on this lonely Friday evening. 

   The red walls are smeared with flecks of sparkles, and the atmosphere is bursting with energy and dim lighting. The cool glass of amber whiskey sits in his hand as he gulps down another swig, letting the burn coat his insides as he flicks the small lighter and lights up another Marlboro cigarette. He lets the smoke surround him, fogging his vision as he inhales the nicotine and lets it sit there dwindling around him in a blur. Just for a couple of seconds, just enough to take the edge off of his growing migraine. 

   He throws his head back and exhales, blowing the smoke out as the music changes over to a tune he knows. “Sex & Candy” by Marcy Playground starts to play from the blaring speakers, the song slowly slipping through his ears as he sits up just a little straighter in the black leather chair. 

   The crowd hollers when the next girl takes the stage, low whistles reverberating off the side mahogany tables as the volume of the music picks up. He doesn’t realize what they’re all making a fuss about until he looks up and sees you. The most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Esplendida. 

   You’re so radiant, the way you strut across the stage in your crystal clear stiletto high heels as you spin in slow motion, running your fingers through your thick, long curls as you look over your shoulder and flirt with the crowd. Your legs are so long, the curve of your thighs begging to be touched as you sway your hips side to side and get lost in the song.

   And then there she was, in platform double suede. Yeah, there she was. Like disco lemonade.

   He can’t help but grip the damp glass in his hands a little too tight as he spreads his legs wide and relaxes into the plush leather, his eyes glued to you as you slide down the pole gracefully. He wets his lips as his tongue glides across his bottom lip, his cigarette burning his flared nostrils as he oogles the way you please the crowd with every single move you make across the reflective stage. 

   He watches the way you push the swell of your breasts up with your delicate hands, eyes the tiny black lingerie set that barely covers your porcelain skin, assesses the way the lacy thong skims across the curve of your hips, and nearly drowns on his sip of bubbling whiskey as you bend down and show off the thick globes of your ass. 

   Javi sets the half empty glass of alcohol down beside him on the little sturdy table and grabs his denim clad knee as he sinks his nails into the fabric, trying to hold himself together as he listens to the track play through the massive club, watching the way you keep turning and finding his searing gaze. 

   I smell sex and candy here. Who’s that lounging in my chair? Who’s that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama, this surely is a dream. 

   His brown eyes blow wide every time you turn and wink his way, casually flirting as you flip your hair and bite your lower lip, sending him spiraling as he feels the blood rush to his cock in his tight jeans, feeling just how hard he is now as his thick cock presses into the metal of the zipper. It’s like you know what you’re doing, sparkling eyes penetrating his gaze as you flirtatiously bat your long mascara coated eyelashes and eye fuck him from the glowing stage, making sure he’s getting exactly what he came her for. To feel good, to indulge in his fantasies, to make him think you want him. But customers don’t get to take strippers home. That’s not how this business works, not how it’s supposed to run, unless… 

   You slide slowly down the metal pole, ending up on the floor of the lit up stage as you spread your legs wide and tease him just a little as you play with the straps of your panties and press your heels into the floor, giving him a view that just about takes him out. He leans his elbows against his knees, rakes a hand through his thick mustache as he groans into the palm of his hand while sweat sticks to his tanned forehead. 

   He loves the view that’s on display, loves the outline of your pussy as he swears he can see wetness pooling there in between your legs while you sit there and tease him with the biggest smirk on your face he’s ever seen in his life. Those red, plump lips, those glistening thighs that deserve to be kissed, that pulsing core that begs to be lapped up. He can see it now, you splayed out on his bed while he fucks you deep, bottoming out as you scream his name, claw at his tanned skin as you beg for more. He’d take care of you. God he would. And fuck does he want to. Desesperadamente. 

   He can feel the precum sliding against his thick length, can feel just how badly he wants to palm himself through his tight denim as he watches you fall apart on the stage before him. At this point he has no restraint, can barely sit here and watch as you start to crawl on your hands and knees toward him, hypnotizing eyes that lock on his as he leans forward and unfastens the black tie that clings to his button-up white collared shirt. 

   His eyebrows furrow, lips parting unbelievably as you curl your finger and beckon him to come to the side of the stage, your gaze flicking over his figure as he prays you don’t see the erection that’s begging for some kind of release that’d involve hands, or maybe a mouth, a warm tongue…

   He takes another drag of the sweet nicotine and pushes himself out of the leather chair, slowly trudging up to you as he lets his eyes trail generously over your perfect body. When he finally makes it over to the end of the glossy stage, he sees just how beautiful your eyes really are, eyes that were just eye fucking him seconds ago, eyes he’d love to gaze into while he cants his hips against yours roughly. Eyes he could lost in, swim in.

   You smirk his way, letting your hands run through your tousled curls as you flutter thick eyelashes up at him. He digs into the pit of his denim pocket and pulls out a crisp twenty dollar bill as he cautiously slides it inside the lace of your push-up bra, his fingertips grazing the edge of one of your perky breasts as he groans in response. Your skin is so soft, he thinks what you have underneath the lace will be even softer, divine, delicious. 

   You bite your bottom lip flirtatiously and play with the end of his loose tie, letting the silk slip through your fingertips as he watches in a blissed out daze. You could’ve chosen anyone to target, could’ve had attention from any of the sleazy men in this nightclub, but you chose him. The one with the flecks of honey eyes, the one that couldn’t keep his eyes off you for one second, the handsome stranger who must’ve been new to this place. 

   “You new here?” you ask curiously as you eye his stance, watching the way his eyes seem to light with burning fire every time he even dares to look your way. 

   “Been here once or twice before, but this is the first time I’m seeing you, hermosa.” He lets his dark eyes slide down your body, a smirk curling across his plush lips as he leans in closer, until you can smell the tinge of nicotine lacing through his taste buds. “You sure look good up on that stage, amar. Prettiest thing I’ve seen in a city like San Francisco.”

   “Oh? You like what you see?” you blush as you hang your legs off the end of the stage, just enough to brush his thighs as you feel how strong they are. 

   “Oh, I like what I see alright. Jodidamente perfecta.”

   You feel your cheeks burn bright red, feel your thighs clench up as you see how thick his fingers are, how dark and ravenous his eyes look, how hard he is underneath the fabric of his tight jeans. You don’t ever get this wound up about customers, but something about well dressed, smoldering men makes you want to lose all dignity and throw yourself at him. He must be so good in bed. With the way he’s staring at you, all hot and bothered, he may as well just carry you out of this club. Even if it’s technically against the rules. 

   “What’s your name, handsome?” you ask as you brush your heels against the side of his ankles and watch him tense up under your touch. 

   “Javier. Just call me Javi for short, though. And yours, hermosa?” You tell him your name, your real name, not your stripper name, even if that’s against the rules, too. You clearly don’t care about any fucking rules at this point. 

   “Ahh, that’s a gorgeous name. Telling me your real name, yeah? Aren’t you a little rule breaker,” he teases as he cocks up a thick eyebrow and slides his thumb over his lips as he brushes against his thick mustache. You wonder what it’d feel like with his mouth covering your core, his mustache brushing over your swollen clit as he licks and licks until you come apart on his large tongue. 

   You pull yourself out of ridiculous wet fantasies and watch the smoke fall off his tongue. “I live to break rules,” you tease as you pull him closer, catching the end of his black tie as he’s so close now that you can see the embers of brown flecks scatter across his dark eyes. He’s so handsome, you think you want to go home with him. 

   “That right, hermosa?” he asks as he takes another long drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke away from your face as that smug smirk still encases his playful teasing. 

   “That’s right,” you giggle as you gently curl your fingers over the wrist that holds the burning cigarette. 

   He watches you carefully, eyes full of trouble as he puffs out a breath and fills your nostrils with the stench of whiskey and nicotine. “What do you say, hermosa? Wanna take a tour of my bedroom tonight?”

   You carefully snag his lit cigarette from his outstretched hand and slide it in between your crimson lips, taking a slow drag of the cigarette as he watches you with dark, wide eyes and parted lips that shine with the gleam of amber colored whiskey. You gently blow out the smoke in his face and lean forward as you wrap your manicured fingers around his loosened tie. “You can give me money, yes, but what else? I have plenty of money. What is it that you want, handsome?”

   He grabs the cigarette from your open hand and takes a whiff of the nicotine, letting it blow right back into your face as you smell whiskey, smoke, and trouble fill your lungs.

   “Te deseo…” He says it slowly, meticulously like it’s the most sensual thing he’s ever said to a woman before. You don’t know what it means, but it damn sure sounds like you need to say yes. 

   Your eyebrows raise as you smile wide his way. “I don’t speak Spanish, handsome. But I think I want to say yes. Wanna indulge me in what exactly it is you want?”

   He takes another slow drag of his cigarette as he smirks your way. “I want you, hermosa. In my bed, underneath my body, so I can fuck you fast and hard. Wanna rip off that lace and devour your sweet pussy until I have you coming apart on my tongue. Wanna make love to the beauty that stole my heart away tonight.”

   Your breath hitches as you gasp out of breath, not realizing you clutched onto his leather belt and clenched your sticky thighs together as slick pools warmly in your lace. You should’ve known he was a handsome menace the first moment you saw him sitting there with his glass of cold whiskey and lit up cigarette. You should’ve fucking guessed. 

   His body is now too close to yours, chest pressed against yours as you stand shakily off the stage and feel just how bad he wants you through the fabric of his tight jeans. You can see that way his dark eyes flick over yours, feel the heavy breaths coming from his broad chest, smell the stench of trouble and nicotine lacing around your wrists as he slowly grabs a strand of hair and whispers your name into the shell of your ear. 

   It’s almost too much, almost enough to get you fired right on the spot until the music suddenly changes to a Rhianna song, signaling it was time for the next dancer to come out. You abruptly pull away from him as you feel the tension sit thick in the air, almost like a fog takes over and you can’t see anything clearly anymore. 

   It’s your time to go, to mingle with other clients, and he knows that, you can see it in the understanding of those big chocolate eyes that stare adamantly at you. You give him a flirtatious wave and brush up against his large arm as you whisper up to him, “I get off in an hour. Meet me in the back.”

   He watches you saunter off, half smiling as he realizes he got the girl. He never misses, almost never gets turned down, but this one he might want to see again. He can already tell he’ll want you to stick around, maybe even make you his. Maybe he won’t have to walk this lonely, overbearing life alone anymore. Maybe…. just maybe you’ll stay. Maybe he’ll let you stay. Maybe for a night, a month, a year, forever. 

   The smell of sweat covered bodies, vanilla scents of sensual movements and whiskey clad tongues fill the room as you move at a slow, passionate pace. His meaty hands and smooth tongue are everywhere, sliding down your neck, pulling your pebbled nipples into his warm mouth, and lapping thoroughly at the slick between your sticky thighs. 

   Your moans come in sync. Elated, deafening, ravenous every time he licks a thick stripe over your dripping core. He groans each time you rake your fingers through his mess of dark locks, your pleasurable moans filling the room every time he pulls your puffy clit into his mouth as his thick fingers curl up into the spongy walls that make you see blinding stars in your vision. He doesn’t stop even after the first time you come for him, spilling all your pent up slick as he laps up every single drop between your thighs. 

   He pulls out another mind blowing orgasm with his experienced tongue alone, and he doesn’t even give you a minute to breathe before he’s splitting you in two with the slick cock that fills you to the brim, bottoming out in you time and time again until you feel him everywhere in your system, like the nicotine and whiskey that fill his lungs night after lonely night. He licks into your mouth, his smooth tongue dancing along with yours until you can’t taste anything but the tang of neat whiskey and toxic nicotine that bleed into your bloodstream, tasting like sweet addiction and danger, a lover in disguise. 

   You’re already close again, almost spilling yourself around his thick cock as he bends your knees back and folds you like an acrobatic so you can feel him deep, rough every single time he snaps his hips against yours and buries his face into your neck with furrowed eyebrows as he sucks and bites against the base of your neck. 

   “Come for me again, hermosa. There you go, such a good fucking girl. Let me feel you again. Squeezing so tight around my fucking cock,” he growls as he guides his thumb down to your clit and starts to circle nice and slow, the pressure building in your spine as you start to let go. 

   “Javi,” you moan as you scratch your long nails down his bare back, clawing at his tanned skin every time he guides his slick cocks inside you, reaching that spongy spot that makes you plead and moan with every thrust of his hips. 

   “Attagirl, hermosa. Tan encantadora,” he pants as sweat covers his glistening forehead. Once, twice, three more tight circles on your bundle of nerves and you’re squeezing his cock, spilling yourself all over him as you moan loudly into his ear as he comes seconds after, throwing his head back as he groans with pleasure as thick ropes of white come paint your insides. 

   He topples over next to you in the damp, twisted sheets and pulls you against his broad chest while his free hand lights a cigarette up while he gets lost in the thick cloud of nicotine and musty sex. While he sucks on the addictive stick of nicotine, his dark eyes wade over you as his lips graze warmly over your sweat covered forehead. 

   “Did so good for me, hermosa. You wanna stay the night? I can get you all cleaned up in the morning, and we can go for breakfast. Maybe eat you out on the kitchen counter while I make you coffee. What do you say, hermosa?”

   You shift closer against his side, sliding your fingers over his glistening chest as his deep breaths fill the void in the spacious room. You flick your eyes up to him and study him, watching the way he inhales smoke and stares warmly down your way, like he’s in a lucid dream just watching the girl of his dreams. “You mean like… you want to keep seeing me? This wasn’t a one time thing?”

   His jaw goes slack as his lips parts open, putting the burning cigarette out on the pale blue ash tray on the edge of his mahogany nightstand. “That’s right, hermosa. A sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girl like you deserves more, and I want to give you that. If you’ll let me.”

   You take in his offer, your fingers threading through his as you crawl over him and graze your swollen red lips against his. “Okay then, Javi. Show me your world.”

   He cups the back of your neck and brings you down to his lips as he slots his tongue between your lipstick smeared lips, pulling you deep into him as you taste every shade of red he can paint you, coating you in desire you’ve only ever dreamed of. 

   He tasted like sex and candy, and you were just getting started. 

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Spanish Translations:

Hermosa - beautiful

Esplendida - gorgeous

desesperadamente - desperately

jodidamente perfecta - fucking perfect

Tan Encantadora - so lovely

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[pedrostylez]

Mi Vida

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:3.6k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, pet names, oral, female recieving, established relationship. NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: I finished Narcos last week :( and I know that Murphy isn’t in the last season but I have him here because I feel like it. Loosely based on some of the events in Season 3, but barely. Anyways! This is the final part of the Mi Luz fic. Thank you for sticking around for my first one. Writing will hopefully improve as time goes on :)

3 months after Mi Cielo 

Seeing him at work was different from his apartment. Both were stressed out Javier, but one was colder to you and one was loving, inviting, and warm. Sometimes you thought he was angry with you, even though it had been clarified on more than one occasion he was trying to separate the two of you at work so as to “not embarrass you.” Had you really asked for that so often that he repeated it back?

Maybe at first you were embarrassed-you didn’t want anyone to know about your relationship with him because you thought it would backfire. But now you wished for a little more attention. It had almost been a year since you two started your weekly get-together, and Susan and Amy had let you know that after that night in the bar, they could see how he cared for you. 

You brought a file up to Murphy after he called you while heading back from his most recent trip out, now staring at the back of Javier’s head while Murphy flipped through the file. If Murphy was asking you a question you missed it, the back of Javier’s neck was too interesting to not focus on. He looked tense, head buried in the paperwork in front of him and going through files you had given him days before that he never returned. 

You used to get on him about not giving back files, but you knew this was important. He had mentioned at his place over the weekend that he was trying to track one of the connections' wives down from the Cali cartel, and you encouraged him to keep the papers until he figured it out. He had momentum and you weren’t going to break it. 

“Thanks for this, but I don’t think it is what I need.” Murphy’s voice took you out of your trance, eyeing you and glancing at Peña. He had never said, but you were positive that he knew about your relationship with Peña too. They were friends and sometimes your weekends were cut short so that Javier could go to Steve’s like he used to.  

You smiled, bringing your eyes back to Murphy. “Okay, do you want me to look in one of the older files? This was the most recent intel from a few months ago.”

Murphy shook his head and sighed. “No, I’ll come down and take a look in a few hours. Gotta update the boss first.” He stood up, glancing one more time between you and Javier, smiling in a way that said “he’s upset right now, best to leave him alone”.

You nodded, holding the file tight to your chest as you walked back to the hallway that led to your archives room. He would tell you if he needed you. 

A few hours later, sitting at your desk and taking notes, you glanced up to find Javier standing in the doorway watching you. He looked tired but smirked and stepped into the room. “I’ve been here for a few minutes and you didn’t notice.”

“Sorry, I was taking down some information that was left by one of the girls. Do you need something?” You felt breathless, hoping he would close the door and ask something personal like he would in your bed. He had been so careful the past few months that there really was a separation that you had asked for initially. 

“I’m here in place of Murphy. He asked me to grab the files you two talked about earlier?” He looked around the room, not avoiding you but not intent on keeping your focus. He was distracted, thinking about how the rest of his weekend would go. 

“Oh, right. Let me just see here.” You stood, tapping the table lightly with your fingers as you thought about where the older files were. You moved your ladder over, taking a step up and reaching for a smaller box. 

The door shut behind Peña and he lowered his voice. “I’m uh-I have to take care of work tonight. I have to bring that asshole's wife back to Miami so he will talk to us and I am going to be gone for a few days.” He was nervous, shoving his hands in his pants pockets and glancing up at you. “I’m sorry I am telling you here but I didn’t want to just go and not tell you and I don’t think I will have time to see you before.”

You looked at him, stepping down from the ladder and smiling. “That’s okay Javi, I understand.”

He felt the breath leave him quickly, and he reached out to your desk for support. Did you call him Javi? At work? He had been so careful, keeping his distance from your archives and keeping the door open when he had to see you. He wanted to see you more but knew you didn’t want to jeopardize anything. “Maybe you can go out with Susan and Amy or something and I’ll give you the key to my place?” He whispered, feeling like the offer was the right move. Have fun with your friends but come back to me even if I am not there.

You chuckled, shuffling through the file box.” I don’t think so, you know what happened last time.” You hadn’t gone out since that night, explaining as vaguely as possible to Susan and Amy what happened. They never asked you again, rather having a girl’s night in or gossip session at your place. 

Pena smirked, hiding his irritation at never finding Roberto (he was a DEA agent for Christ’s sake and he couldn’t track down one asshole?) “The sex after you scared me half to death was worth it.”

You laughed, glancing behind him to the doorway that was currently closed. “I might go out, but just to be with the girls, not to drink. I know where you keep your key, maybe I’ll do a load of dishes for you.” You felt yourself heat up as you spoke, embarrassed that you were willing to do domestic things for him while he wasn’t there. 

A full smile plastered on his face, and a light chuckle breathed out. “That is very nice of you mi luz,” He said, looking at the shoes you were wearing today and back up to your face. You were likely going to be walking today. “I’ll be back on Saturday, hopefully before lunch. Will I find you in my bed or should I go to yours?”

It was like he was purring, and it made you squirm. “If you want me to stay at yours to watch your apartment, then I can.”

“That’s not why I want you there, but if that is what will get you there then I’ll take it.” He laughed, grabbing the handle to the door and swinging it open. “I’ll call you.” He winked, glancing out into the hallway and seeing it was clear before running back into the room and grabbing your face. You seemed more relaxed recently, and was willing to risk your fury for a kiss. “Just a quick one, cielo.”

He pecked your lips twice, then kissed you for a little longer on the last one before running away, file in hand for Murphy and chuckling at how your eyes were the size of saucers. You cleared your throat, feeling blood rush to your face as you busied yourself at your desk. Once he was clear of the hallway, footsteps no longer heard, you reached into your second drawer and pulled out the “Spanish to English” translation book that Javier got you as a joke a couple months ago, thumbing through to the dog-eared pages to find the words. 

Mi luz: My light

Mi cielo: My heaven

Instead of going out, you headed straight for Peña’s place, knowing he had a couple movies you could watch while doing some dishes that you had left at his place a couple nights ago. There was no way he had cleaned it up since he was so busy with this most recent issue. 

It didn’t take long for you to do dishes, and you figured that his couch was more comfortable than yours so you sat down to finish the movie you had put in when you first got there. Just as you sat down his home phone rang, making you glance at its spot on the kitchen wall. Was it smart to answer his phone? What if it was his family and a girl was answering and he didn’t want them to know? He did say he would call…

You were caught in your thoughts for so long that the ringing stopped, and you thought you were in the clear until it rang again. Sighing, you stood up and hesitantly picked it up. “Hello?”

“Cariño-it 's me.” Javi sounded out of breath, struggling even, on the other end of the line. 

“What’s wrong?” You wrapped your fingers around the cord, nervously looking up toward the door.

“I-well. I need to hear your voice. I wasn’t sure if you would be there yet but you didn’t answer your phone after the fourth ring…I'm going to be home later tonight.” He still sounded out of breath, trying to act normal.

“What happened?” you pushed. “Javi you sound like you just ran a mile, why aren’t you on a plane?”

“I fucked up baby, and now I don’t need to go to Miami. Are you staying at my place? Will you be there when I get there?” 

You nodded your head, reaching out to the counter to support yourself. “Yes, Javi, I'll be here. Do you want me to stay awake? Can I do anything right now?”

He was trying to not panic through the phone, but the relief he felt that you were on the other end of the line calmed him enough to quiet his voice in the airport bathroom. “Just-fuck. I fucking lo��� I’ll be back before you’re asleep I think. I’ll bring food-”

“No, honey I’ll have food ready for you. Is everything okay? Really I need you to answer me.” You were scared. He had never done this before and the way he was talking through the phone made your concern increase. There had been plenty of weekends where he had to travel to find a cartel in a jungle or to fly to the States, but he always returned and would call you to visit him on Sunday night, wanting just a minute with you. You overlooked how you called him honey.

He didn’t miss it, and it made him take another breath. “Everything is okay, I just don’t know how much longer I can do this.” He felt small admitting this on the phone to you. “I’m heading your way soon. There’s cash in the drawer next to the silverware to order takeout if you want hermosa. I’ll see you soon.”

You had changed out of your clothes, running home and grabbing a bag and running back, convinced you would miss him and that he would worry. You both ended up living very close together, but if you walked at your leisure it would have taken 30 minutes one way. Breathless, you started cooking something easy so that there would be leftovers for him but so that you could eat something while you waited for his return. You were still jittery, nervous about what he meant by not knowing how much longer he could do this. 

You were halfway through putting cheese on some bread to pop in the oven when you heard him slide his keys into the lock of his front door. You looked around the corner of the wall from the island, seeing his shoulders come into view as he threw his keys on the coffee table, locking the door behind him. He turned around, coming face to face with you and you saw it-the worry in between his eyebrows, the tilt of his eyes. “What happened, Javi?”

He deflated, ripping his jacket off and into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and setting you on the counter. His head was hidden in your shoulder as he breathed deeply, working up the courage to tell you of his failure. “I was supposed to bring her to Miami to see her husband, but he’s dead. He was killed as we were getting on the plane.”

You paused, bringing your hands up to the nape of his neck and doing your best to soothe him. He pushed further into you, his breath catching. “That isn’t your fault.”

He let out a gust of air, tears coming to his eyes as he gripped your hips tighter. “Everything goes wrong all the time and I don’t think I can keep doing this.” He clutched to you, willing you to understand. How could he keep being at the root of all this chaos? 

You pet the back of his head, rubbing in between his shoulders and quietly cooing at him as he continued to cry. “It’s okay Javi, we can just relax tonight. I have food–”

“It isn’t okay!” He exclaimed, bringing his eyes to yours and grabbing at your face to make you look at him. “I’ve hurt so many people in the process of catching these assholes in a country that doesn’t even give a shit–”

“Listen to me.” You grabbed his arms, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes were already swollen and red-rimmed with tears. “You can do what you want about leaving, but don’t think for a second that this is your fault. One way or another people were going to get hurt, whether or not you were in the position you are in now. You have done what you can to do what needs to be done and if you need to remove yourself from all of this then you’re allowed to do that.”

He watched you speak, waited for you to finish, and sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. He couldn’t believe that you were here for him right now, soothing him, cooking for him. He saw your bag that was in the hallway when he first arrived and he hoped you weren’t planning on leaving-he couldn’t be alone. “Okay.” I love you. “You’re right, we should just relax. Why didn’t you order takeout?” Thank you for cooking for me. “I told you where the money was.” Don’t leave me. 

You smiled, patting his shoulder. “I thought pasta would be easier.” 

He leaned back, glancing down at your lips and giving you a quick peck. “Will it be okay to leave it unattended for a minute?” He asked, fingers dancing along your hips and pushing the shirt you were wearing up. “I have an appetizer in mind.”

You let out a giggle, spreading your legs more and leaning back on your hands. “Let me set the timer for the bread and see if we can beat it?” You knew this was a distraction, and all you wanted was to make him happy.

He smiled, pulling at his tie and kicking off his shoes. “Better hurry cariño, I’ll start without you.” He disappeared into his bedroom, taking off his shirt first and hearing you laughing as you reached for his timer. Hearing your laugh made him smile, his hands coming to the button of his jeans as you walked into the room. He grabbed at you, growling playfully to hear you giggle again and falling onto the bed with you in a heated kiss. 

His movements were frantic, reaching into your shorts and finding you already wet for him. “Mi luz you’re already drenched. All for me?” 

His breath was heavy on your neck, your hands finding purchase in his hair and messing up his gelled waves. You flipped back to the same page in that translation book in your head and smiled. “For you, always.”

He groaned, ready to sob at the thought that you were only his. He could always admit to you his feelings when he was buried inside you, but were you able to do the same? His hands retreated, grabbing at the waistband and helping you shimmy out of the shorts and underwear, spreading your legs and inhaling deeply. 

Your legs tingled as he grabbed at them, spreading you apart and making eye contact with you as he leaned down with the tip of his tongue, connecting with your clit. With barely any pressure, he circled it, keeping your attention as he squeezed your inner thighs. 

He groaned, closing his eyes as his tongue dipped down to your entrance and in, reaching inside you and back out, spreading your wetness. He did this over and over again, silently listening to you whimper and feeling you squirm as his beard and mustache got wet. He turned his head and kissed each thigh, letting you feel how wet you were, his facial hair dragging on your skin. Your legs shook with need, reaching down and grabbing at the top of his head making him smirk. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes-please keep going.” You were quick to respond, pulling his head closer to you and watching his tongue reach back out to your clit. You didn’t notice his hand slide up your thigh as he moved two fingers around where you made a mess, sinking them into you and holding you open for him. 

“Have a timer we have to beat don’t we?” He mumbled, suddenly sucking your bud into his mouth and smirking at how you jumped. 

“Maybe 15 minutes left on the clock.” You whispered, leaning your head back and sighing deeply. 

“Plenty of time, baby.” He groaned into you, pulling you closer to him as you started to squirm away, fingers rhythmically pushing into you, looking up to see your throat exposed, blush creeping up slowly as your breathing increased. “I think we will even have time to spare won’t we?”

“Y-yes.” You looked back down at him, brown eyes already on you and tilting up in a smile and you felt a rush of confidence. “You look amazing like this, mi vida.”

Javier felt his world stop, watching the smirk grow on your face into a smile and then into a whimper, biting your bottom lip as you grew anxious with the continued pumping of his fingers. He pulled away, face messy with your wetness, and paused his fingers still inside you. “What did you say?”

You hesitated, wanting to laugh at how shocked he was but also suddenly nervous. Did you say it wrong? “Uh, mi vida? Is that the right-”

“I’m your soul?” He choked, feeling tears come to his eyes again. When did he become such a crybaby? “Do you mean that?”

Your eyes softened, looking down at his hand still inside you, and pushed your hips down further onto them. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Javi. Do you say things you mean?” 

He couldn’t speak, just staring at you as you unintentionally bucked your hips and whined, watching your eyes race between his own and his hand. “I mean every word I say to you.” He groaned, pulling his fingers out of you even though you sighed in protest, leaning up to be at eye level with you. “You’ve been reading that book, haven’t you?”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and widening your legs for him to slot between them. “I have pages marked so I can refresh my memory when you say something.”

He leaned forward to kiss you, pausing as you let him explore your mouth, cradling your face in his hand. He hiked your legs up around his waist, pulling back to watch your face as he sunk into you. “So you know then-” he groaned, holding your hip still as he started a slow rhythm. “You know that you’re the light in my life?” He pushed hard into you, wanting to hear your breath catch for a moment. “That you’re my everything?”

You smiled,  loving the feeling of him inside you. You felt your throat catch when you went to respond, instead moaning and reaching up and grabbing what hair you could at the nape of his neck. 

“Answer me.” He demanded, picking up speed at the pull of your fingers in his hair, wanting to feel you pull harder. 

“Yes.” Absolutely breathless. “You’re my everything too, Javi.” 

He closed his eyes, feeling like he was losing his mind. He continued to pump into you, leaning himself back to watch as he disappeared into you again and again. “You look absolutely filthy like this baby. You take me so well, such a good girl. Mine, aren’t you?”

You preened, nodding at his question and grabbing onto his arms for support as you felt your release begin. You couldn’t control yourself around him anymore, always enjoying your time with him and then losing yourself before you even had a chance to pull in the reins. He enjoyed watching you lose control, vaguely hearing the timer in the kitchen as you cried out. He was close too, falling over the edge after watching you in bliss, stuttering his thrusts inside of you. 

When you both caught your breath, he stood on wobbly legs, laughing and running to the kitchen to turn off the oven and stovetop. When he returned, half soft and hair a mess, he watched as you sat up, eyes glazed over in relaxation. You smiled at him, reaching out your hand for him to join you. 

He sat next to you, leaning into your neck to kiss you lightly. “I can’t stay with the DEA but I want to stay with you.” He swallowed roughly, feeling that he needed to explain more but wanted you to already know.

You looked at him, tilting your head and sighing. “Then leave the DEA. You’ll still have me-I’ll be here.” You knew. He was at the end of his rope with this job, and you would be there to support him.

He chuckled, reaching for his shirt on the floor. “Well mi luz, then you’re stuck with me.”

[kirsteng42]

Our very first glimpse of Javier Pena in the show……

PEDRO PASCAL in every episode of NARCOS (2015–2017)

► 1x01 - Descenso

[cositapreciosa]

hiya! could you write a Gustavo Gaviria x innocent reader? love your work!

Bittersweet

Gustavo Gaviria x gn!reader, (nothing very bad, the usual for the show) 777 words

a/n : i wasn't sure where to go for an innocent reader, still love how this came out!

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

Tagging the narcos fam @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos

Pablo had introduced you years ago, back at the beginning, when everything was still calm and smooth sailing. A sweet thing, his mom had told him, trustful, single too. He had brushed it off, of course, ma, he would say, stop it, it’s not like this, but it was. It was the small talk he had to have with you every time he came to the shop your dad owned, how he used to walk the streets after school hours, hoping to run into you.

It was Pablo who told him to let go, to find someone else, when everything became unsure and the storm came knocking on their door. He had brushed it off, hoping that you would understand, wishing it would stop at once, so you could ease into it like he had. Gustavo was blind to think it would happen, that it would calm down, that his brother would even think to slow down.

This is not right, Gustavo, you would tell him, people are dying, is this really what you want? He couldn’t care less, he wanted to say, that it is not his problem, nor yours, that they are killing each other, that he has nothing to do with it, that they-

He knew it was Pablo who told your dad, about how you still had been seeing him in secret, jumping the balcony at night, getting picked up by a car a block over. It made him red with anger, the feeling of betrayal in his chest, loneliness, despair. My dad knows, Gus. I’m grounded, he says he’ll put bars on the window if he has to. Gustavo is not stupid, he knows why your parents are scared, why his brother hates that he still sees you even though he tells him how dangerous it is. One day they will call the cops on you, is this what you want, hm?

Of course, it is not what he wants, especially when he watches you cry like this, unstoppable, hiccups and tears staining your face, but he has to. For you, he tells you, it is all for you. For your safety, for your life, so that you don’t cry for him if he dies. Gustavo has to stay tall and strong as he holds your hands, as he wipes the salted water off your cheeks, pretend he will not drink his pain away later that night, that he will not resent his brother for months, years. He is the one to leave first, one last squeeze of your hands and he lets go and turns away, he doesn't look, simply because he knows how weak he is, how he would run back to you in a heartbeat.

Pablo introduced you years ago, back in the beginning, back when Gustavo didn’t resent everyone, when he wasn’t so angry and so reckless all the time. For once, he thinks it might settle, the longing, the heartache, when he meets Marina. She is nice, yes, but never as nice, never as soft, too extravagant, too used to this. How their relationship has to be kept secret makes his mouth taste like acid, makes him remember how long he did it with you, how he hated it, how he regrets it.

One day, Gustavo leaves in the morning, as early as he can, as early as they allow him to. It’s for business, he tells everyone, even if it isn’t, even if he knows how risky this is, but he has to, he will, even if it is the last thing he does.

Gustavo had met you years ago, back at the beginning, a small party at your parent’s house, not too far from the one you own now, further down the street. The sun beats down on his hat as he stands in the driveway, he is hot and cold, hands moist as he walks up the stairs and wraps his fingers around the knocker. It might be selfish, he thinks, thought about it the whole flight over, but he can’t think of anything that would fix it. The hole in his heart, the solitude. He remembers what you had worn that first night, cotton soft, all white. He remembers your smile, his brother tugging him along. I’m Gustavo, he had said, mucho gusto. And so he knocks, one time, two times.

Igualmente, Gustavo.

[drabbles-mc]

First on Speed Dial

Steve Murphy x F!Reader

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Absolute Filth: Create a smut fanwork that includes three different kinks and/or sex acts

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, phone sex, masturbation, orgasm denial

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I know that today was supposed to be a day of Absolute Filth but i am who i am and i feel like there is just as much not-filth in this as there is filth. But i still had a good time writing it so fuck it, we ball 😂

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Once he didn’t answer the phone at his apartment, you knew that you’d catch him at his desk. Despite knowing that, you still covered your bases and dialed Javi’s apartment next. When he asked why you were calling him, you gave the easy, mostly honest response of, “Tried to get ahold of Steve and didn’t get an answer—figured he might be with you.”

Javi chuckled, that easy way he always did. “I got better things to do this late than hanging out with your husband—no offense.”

You laughed. “None taken. I’ll try his phone at the base. Thanks, Javi. Have fun doing whatever it is that’s better than hanging out with Steve.”

Steve answered his desk phone on the second ring. The annoyance and exhaustion in his voice was impossible to miss. “Yeah, Murphy.”

You laughed, twirling the phone cord between your fingers. “Thought you’d be a little happier to hear from me.”

He huffed out a tired laugh, tension melting out of his muscles instantly at the sound of your voice. “Hey, baby. You alright? It’s,” he checked the time on his watch, “it’s late where you are.”

You hummed in amusement. “It’s late where you are too, and yet you’re still at work even when everyone else went home, so…”

He leaned back in his chair, running his hand through his hair. “And how do you know I’m the only one here?”

“Well,” you melted back into the couch, your head resting against the arm of it, “I called your partner and he was at home.”

“What are you callin’ Javi for?”

“You!” you replied with a laugh. When you both stopped laughing, you said, “I miss you.”

“Yeah,” he conceded, “I miss you too. How much longer you back home for?”

“One more week.”

“And you’re sure you gotta stay the whole week?” he laid it on thick, drawl cranked up to ten as he laughed.

You rolled your eyes, wishing he could see it. “Pretty sure.”

“Damn.” He paused. “You need somethin’?”

“Hmm,” you hummed in thought, dragging it out a little longer than necessary. “Kind of.”

Leaning forward again, Steve propped his elbows on the edge of his desk. One hand was holding the phone to his ear, the other was serving as a resting perch for his chin. “What’s going on?”

Your heart started to speed up a little in your inside your chest as you asked, “You really alone?”

His face contorted in confusion. ��Am I really—” he stopped himself short, recognition washing over him. He couldn’t help but to laugh. “I’m not doin’ this here.”

“You said you’re alone. Why can’t you do this there?”

“Because I—I mean what if—” he stammered out the starts of a few sentences, “What if they’re list—”

“Like they don’t listen when you do this from your phone at home?”

He laughed, moving his hand from his chin so that the heel of his palm was pressed to his forehead instead. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love me for it,” you casually reminded him.

“I do.” He paused, long enough for you to say something but you didn’t, wanting him to give in instead of offering him an out. And then he did, because he always did. “If I get fired for doin’ this on my goddamn work phone…”

You smiled, face warming before it even started. “I’ll upgrade your one-way ticket home to first-class.”

He was a little hesitant at first, you could hear it in his voice. It was a little amusing to you, hearing him like that when he usually wasn’t like that at all. It added to the fun of the game for you, your quickened heartrate skipping a beat or two as he spoke, voice hushed like he was afraid someone was going to walk in and hear the things that he was saying to you. After a couple minutes, his typical cocky, self-assured demeanor came back.

You would have much rather it been Steve’s hand slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. Of course you would rather that. But given the circumstances, having his voice in your ear, prompting you along, telling you how good you were doing for him, was a good substitute. It was still enough to make your breathing hitch and your legs start to tremble.

A soft moan slipped out past your lips. Despite the fact that it was impossible, Steve could’ve sworn it trailed its way through the phoneline and straight down his spine. He took a deep breath, like that was going to do any good at helping him keep a shred of self-control.

“You sound so fuckin’ pretty,” he said, voice low, hand opening and closing on the top of his desk as he sat there wishing he could touch you and not just listen to you.

“Steve,” his name fell from your lips in the form of a choked whine, like you wanted to say something more but your mind was too preoccupied to come up with the rest of the sentence.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, fighting the urge to follow your lead. There were plenty of things he was willing to do at work, or so he’d learned a handful of minutes prior, but there was still one line he had no intention on crossed. Especially not if it was going to be over the fucking phone. If he was going to do that he’d just as soon wait for you to—

You cut his thoughts short as you let out a needy, “I fuckin’ miss you.”

The laugh he let out was weighted down with just how much he wanted you. “How much?” he teased.

The noise you let out was somewhere between a laugh and a moan. Pulling your fingers away from your clit, you slid them down a little farther. The action pushed your panties a little farther down your hips. You dragged the tips of your fingers along your folds, collecting your wetness so that you could slide your fingers into you. They slid in with no resistance, and you arched into the contact.

“If you were here,” you rasped out as you started to find your rhythm, “you could feel it for yourself.”

“Fuck,” Steve muttered out, one hand gripping his thigh just above his knee so hard that he was sure he was going to leave indents even through the fabric of his slacks.

He still egged you on, willing to endure the insanity it inflicted on him as long as he knew he wasn’t the only one. He listened to you, each shift in your breathing, every sound you made and word you managed to say, each time you repeated his name over and over again. Even with the hundreds and hundreds of miles between the two of you, you still managed to drive each other just as wild as if you were sitting in the same room together.

“Steve,” you said desperately, “I’m, fuck, I’m gonna—”

“No, you’re not,” the words came out before Steve even clocked what he was saying.

You whined, a pathetic little sound. “Steve please.”

“Not until you’re here,” he said, voice firm now that you were both on this playing field. “Not until you’re here and I can really,” he chuckled, the sound a little more cruel and smug than it should’ve been, “really make you cum.”

You spent a long couple seconds weighing the pros and cons of telling him that he could, quite literally, go fuck himself because you didn’t ring him up this late at night to not get yours. But in the end, you gave in, the way you did with him almost as much as he did with you.

Letting out a shaky breath, you reluctantly pulled your hand back out of your panties. “Fuck. You, you owe me.”

“Just one week and I’ll gladly pay the debt,” he said with a chuckle.

“I hope your boss walks in,” you said, no malice in your breathless voice as you tried not to laugh. “’Cause lord knows you can’t possibly be looking very professional right now.”

“That’s just mean.”

“Yeah? Is it? Know what else is mean? Not letting your wife, who called you this late at night because she missed you very much, cum.”

He laughed, raking his hand back through his hair. “I love you.”

“You say that, but,” you pinned the phone with your shoulder so you could adjust your underwear and shorts with both hands, “it certainly doesn’t feel like it.”

“You know I love you,” he repeated, a little more warmth in his voice rather than the smugness he’d had before.

You let out a sigh. “Yeah, I know.” You paused long enough to make him squirm even though he didn’t have to. “I love you too.”

He chuckled. “That’s right.” He checked the time on his watch again. “Would you look at that? It’s after midnight. Only six more days.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh. “Go home, Steve. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“During business hours?”

“Hmm,” your hum turned into a laugh, “we’ll see. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[ceexb]

Wanna spend the night ?

Summary- “Are you serious? Do you know how inappropriate that is?" It wasn’t a secret that you had feelings for Javier Peña..but who would of known it wasn’t a secret for him as well.There’s a thin line between coworkers and lovers.are you both willing to cross it?

Paring-Javier Peña x fem reader

Warnings- A bit of angst, paranoia, suggestive, making out, but not detailed smut.Reader with curls mentioned,fem reader wearing booty shorts and a shirt.

Words-1,367

You-Blue

Javier-Dark purple

A/n-Did my ass actually watch narcos ? Nope.

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“Javier ?” “It’s getting pretty late…you think you could drop me home ?

He nods. His voice turning into a stern yet friendly tone. "No problem, just know we will continue to investigate tomorrow.

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He was driving you home and it was still dark outside.moon casting a glow in the windy night.

“The wind feels nice” the Colombian breeze blew through the car as he drove.

"Yea, you're right the wind is nice. It feels nice, it makes it even more refreshing to be by you." you arrived to your condo. "Do you need me to walk you in, or will you be alright on your own?" He asked engine shutting down.

You felt as if you were on pins and needles,nervous to ask him to come up.

“Can you do an …Inspection of my apartment?”

“Inspection” he asked questionably and chuckles on what you just asked.

“Yeah”

“Why? do you have pests ?”

“Haha you’re such a comedian,but I’m serious”

He mulled over the idea for a second, but he couldn't help himself. He really did like you.”Fine...just don't get used to this okay? It's only for this one time. This will be our one and only time doing something like this." He smirked, got out of the car walked over to your side of the vehicle opening it for you, and held out his arm for you to grab onto it and you guys walked together. ” wow” you gasped sarcastically “do you give the women at the brothel you frequent this same treatment? Or Am I the first ?” you jabbed. You learned Javi had a tendency to seek out brothels. Not only just for “intel” on Pablo and his goons but deep down to run from the nightmares that torment him at night. It was a low blow. You knew that. however, you couldn't help but pick at him due to your covetousness. Javier opened his mouth then closed it, licking his lips and thinking about what you said. And choose silence. “Is your apartment the first one we passed or the one further ahead of here?"

“The further ahead one”

He smiled and began to walk. He walked with his right hand in his pocket while you grabbed his left arm with your right He had to hide his grin, he was getting excited. "So if I may be a bit personal...who lives with you in your apartment?" He just wished to make conversation and he just wanted to know you, because he was actually interested.

“Wouldn’t you like to know”

He chuckled. "I want to know, tell me." He was looking down at you. "Why are you teasing me?" He chuckled once more."Who lives in your apartment? Your boyfriend? A roommate? Your mom?" His tone was still somewhat light and flirtatious.

“I live with my boyfriend” untrue,but You jest.

“No. kidding, I live alone.”

He chuckled once more and then He glanced away."So it's just you in your apartment?" He was curious about you. Just desired to pry as much out of you, His tone was delicate as he was looking back at you.

You guys reach the door, and you draw out your keys to unlock it. Walking in but before shutting the door you allow your head to peek out leaving space between the narrowly closed door and said “Javier wait!”

He stopped and slightly leaned in. "What is it,?" He asked quietly yet still flirtatiously. "I'm all ears." He smirked."Was that an invitation for me to come in?" He joked, he couldn't help but smile when he saw you cutely peeking.

“You know me too well”

“Can you stay the night ?” You dropped the daring question like a bomb.

He laughed in disbelief and then turned somewhat embarrassed. "Are you serious? "Do you know how inappropriate that is?" He chuckled again with a smirk. " Carina you're making me nervous." He laughed again, his face completely red from blushing. so whipped for you.

“What ?! I thought you were interested in me, baby ?! You say sassily, temptingly, yet annoyed.

“I’m so serious”

“It’s only inappropriate if word gets out …so ?”

He chuckled at your flirtatious tone yet sassiness and he thought it was a little cute. "You think this is some sort of joke,?" He paused as he thought about your words for a second yet he knew one thing, he wanted to,but he felt like it was inappropriate.you both could be kicked off the investigation if the DEA found our you two were mingling around. "I'll be honest, I do want to spend the night and I do feel something… but it...it's inappropriate." He sighed and looked down. "Sorry, Carina..." He said softly as if he didn't want to break your heart, he felt a slight pain in his own heart after saying it.

“Can I ask why?” You knew the answer,but you still insisted on knowing why.

The brunette DEA agent glanced up at you and then sighed as he considered his answer carefully. Yet he decided that he should be honest with you, You deserved honesty. He liked you and you liked him. "Look, I like you a lot, you are super funny and you're hot but...I'm still your partner and this is inappropriate. " He sighed and his tone was deep and calm. He had a small frown as he knew he was hurting your feelings.

“Well, it’s not like I’m your boss ?! I’m just your partner. “you argue still hell-bent on inviting him in.

He had to laugh at that comment."I mean, when you put it that way I guess..." He paused. "Okay, look. Ill spend the night and ill go along with this 'plan' of yours okay? But... let's just say I will not be able keep my hands off you, I'm a man after all...I can't help it. ok ?” He laughed once more and you opened the door for him.

He smiles softly and walks in a few steps before looking at you once again with the same smirk And walked into your condo apartment. First noticing the warm color undertone lights and vibe that emits, a coziness to your apartment.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Do you have a guest room so I can sleep in or..?"

He chuckled. His voice still remained deep yet still was light like a normal person, he still wanted to be able to show his personality to you and not just the persona he had to have during investigations.

“No, I don’t have a guest room. You’ll just have to sleep in my bed.” You understood just the right words to set him off. Javier gulped, adjusting his button-up shirt. The remark made his jeans get tight.

“Plus we’re not gonna need a bed anyway. We won’t be doing any sleeping.” And…tighter.

“Hmm okay ..well make yourself at home. I’m gonna freshen up a bit and put on my night clothes”

"Alright." He bobbed. "Just don't take too long." He chuckled once again his tone was getting slightly flirtatious and deeper yet again his mojo returning. He sat down on your living room sofa and was still watching you as you walked off, his eyes stood fixated on you.

He looks up and can't help but gape for a small second, he looks away and then he looks back quickly, and then looks away yet again. He knew he wanted you, he found you incredibly attractive and he couldn't wait to see more. All he could see was the towel and his imagination ran wild. His mind was telling him to keep looking.

You finish your shower. coming out in pjs the fabric that left enough for his imagination. "That looks really great on you." He chuckled as he saw you in your booty shorts and the plain short-sleeved shirt.

He took a step closer to you and he took a big breath in as he got closer ."You look really sexy." His voice was deep and sexy and he could no longer hide the emotions he was feeling as he got closer to you.

He was almost caressing you, he could smell the shampoo that you used for your curls and he yearned for you. “Your lips look really nice, I think they look even better when they're pressed against mine."

Instead of replying with a typical cocky or sarcastic comeback..you crashed your lips onto Javier’s.Wasting no time.

He didn't expect you to do that,your tongue’s rubbed together.as you both took slow steps towards the bed room. Yet he didn't want it to stop so he just kept going with the kiss, not trying to rush anything.

He spread you down on the bed and he slowly began to take off your PJ shirt. "I’ll be gentle with you ...so don't worry." His voice was gentle, he didn't want to ruin the moment and if anything. He only wanted you to feel comfortable that night.

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Translations

Carina-Honey

Also I feel like the apt is giving this vibe

Minus the flat screen,but yeah.

Also Please don’t steal my work or translate

[kirsteng42]

He leaves me speechless once more…….

Javier Peña in Every Episode: Nuestra Finca

[captainsbestgal]

Headcannons for Javi Peña post Narcos

So I wanna credit @the-ginger-hedge-witch and @wheresarizona for their amazing post Narcos Javi series, The Crush and Learning to Live respectively. They 100% are the inspiration in writing these HC cause they're both *chefs kiss*

I 100% think after Columbia most definitely has PTSD. But as you enter his life, he starts seeing the goodness in people again, and starts to really heal. He may not be the same Javi that left Laredo, but he's closer than he thought he would ever be.

Javier is a horse guy, they really bond over their quiet strong exteriors. But you catch him one day softly singing to the horses as he's cleaning them up from a day of work, and he's doing the cutest little dance around them as he cleans. You wish you could video it to savor forever, your strong man being so soft and goofy.

He and his dad 100% go out riding together, maybe they'll talk maybe they don't. It's a good soul healing time.

Chucho adores that Javi is beginning to lighten up because of you. He's swears he hasn't seen his son smile so much since before his momma passed.

I imagine he ends up with a transplant, someone who didn't grow up in Laredo but probably still front Texas. So he ends up showing her all the best spots in Laredo, every date night he takes her somewhere different and tells her stories about himself growing up.

I'd like to imagine Lorraine is supportive of Javi and his bonita/cielito (I adore both nicknames from the two series above so he uses them interchangeably). It's unavoidable that Lorraine and them will cross paths. She sees how happy Javi is, and knows this is where it was all meant to lead for them both.

Bonita and Javi end up adopting dogs, both working dogs for the ranch and pet dogs for the home. I'd like to think a blue heeler for the ranch, since it's a cattle ranch. And maybe a golden retriever for the "pet" even though it 100% follows Javi around while he works the ranch.

This leads to Bonita getting taming some of the barn cats kittens, and having a mess of kitties in the house for her company while Javi and Chucho are out working.

Javi surprises his cielito with a sweet Appaloosa horse for her birthday a few years after they've been married (it'd be weird to get a girlfriend a horse, so yeah). Cielito starts going on those trail rides that Javi and Chucho go on together, and it's a very sweet bonding time for them all. Javi also will take her out on trail riding dates where they end up having a picnic and.... well I don't want Tumblr to yeet this into the abyss so go read the two series I mentioned if you wanna know what they get up to on those picnic dates🥵🥵🥵🥵

Javi proposes with his mommas ring. When he asks Chucho for the ring he takes it off his chain necklace he's been wearing since his wife passed, and says his mom would adore his Bonita. That night Chucho plays his first dance song, feeling super nostalgic and missing his wife. Bonita, not knowing what song it is, asks Javi to dance and he looks to his pop to check if that's OK. It is their song after all. He nods with glassy eyes, and watches his son dance with the love of his life. Chucho starts to play music more and more in the house, especially that song, just to see his son and soon to be daughter-in-law smile and dance more. It becomes Bonita and Javis first dance song.

If Javis PTSD is triggered, I think Cielito learns quickly how to help him manage it. Maybe starts strongly suggesting he go out for a ride with her. Or help her groom the horses. Something to get his mind and body back in the present. If it's out in public she will guide him to somewhere more calm, and by God if people start to talk about him and his mental health in a negative way. Well Bonita may be scarier than Pablo Escobar and all his sicarios combined.

[punkshort]

Can you share how & when you became a fan of Pedro 💘

So I am very much late to the Pedro bandwagon and I am really sad I didn't know of him before The Last Of Us because I wish I could have been a fan back when he was on Twitter. I had heard his name before, but I had never seen anything he did prior to TLOU. I never watched Game of Thrones, Narcos, Mandalorian... none of it. Obviously I had heard of those shows, but for some reason never got into them.

I've been a huge fan of TLOU game since it was released. I actually remember my (now husband) bought be a PS4 and the game for Christmas one year and I cried like a baby because we had an Xbox, but the game is only on Playstation. I had heard so much about it and I really, really wanted to play it and he just fucking bought me a whole new gaming system just so I could play that one damn game. And let me tell you, I played that game SO MUCH... I don't think I could give you an honest answer, but if I had to guess I would say minimum of 50 times, all the way through. I could quote it (and I did while I was watching the show live, drove my husband nuts) I've played it that much. Absolutely obsessed, changed my life, no other game could compare. So when I heard they were making a show, I followed it extremely closely, saw the blurry set pics and all that and when I finally got to watch it last year I once again CRIED like a baby. I had to pause the damn thing because watching how perfectly they created that show from the game made me so emotional, I couldn't handle it. I still cry watching it sometimes because I felt like I waited 10 years for that damn show and when they finally made it, it was fucking perfect.

So anyway, that's when I first saw Pedro's work, and since then I have gone and watched The Mandalorian and Narcos (I watched Game of Thrones but only his scenes because I don't really like that show) and a handful of his movies, and he is just so awesome in everything. Then when I read up on his life, it just made me love him even more. He's been through so much and he deserves every single accolade he gets because he's an incredible actor and he seems like a genuinely sweet and kind person.

[gothcsz]

hi hi hi maybe a lengthy note incoming, i'm sorry! first, i saw gladiator 2 last night and i was SO close to leaving the theater early bc dudes behind us were so fucking irritating, loud, shouting rude commentary into the theater! is this a plague across the nation? obvi bc men are a fucking plague. i hope you had a good birthday, kat! i'm so obsessed with ALL worlds you create. i'm such a weirdo about admitting i read fics to my bf or friends. entirely a "me" thing, prob related to religious upbringing + lifelong journey of unlearning dumb shame around sex stuff lol, and fully has absolutely zero to do with the crazy talented visionary creative people in this fandom! so stupid that i am that way BUT i had to share unscripted desire with my bestie who also loves narcos + is horny for javi and it has been so fun to share my obsession over your writing with someone. we keep just being like... this would literally be this guy if he was a pornstar lmao. even though you do tropes, your javi stuff feels so canon to me. okay this is so random but as a honorary horror girlie i was wondering (a) are you into body horror films? (b) have you seen the substance? i saw it last week and it is burned into my brain currently. i also saw anora earlier this week (i go to the movies a lot to escape my hellscape life lmao..........) and loved it and highly recommend for some my dear melancholy inspo, if that is still a thing. have a great weekend queen!

HEYYYYYYYY!!!

i fear it is an epidemic across this nation! honestly, the intersecting fanbases for that movie could not have been more opposite. you got the she's, gays and they's there for the hot men, then you have the straight cis males there for the action ridley scott flick.

when i tell you the guys sitting next to me and bestie were literally shushing us?! mind you we weren't even being loud (or sitting next to them directly, we were like two seats down), we just couldn't help ourselves from giggling each time paul and pedro were on screen.... we literally left early. i have no idea how that movie ended and i don't really care to know

but thank you for the birthday wish! all i do is cry on here fr 😪 to be cringe is to be free! i used to be the same way but i quite literally quit caring about who knows that i write fic. this life is too short for allathat. we all have crazy lore behind who we are as people so that's totally understandable. at least you're trying to unlearn your shame, bb

OH JEEZ I'M MAKING THE ROUNDS WITHIN FRIEND GROUPS? okay.. i'm fine... i'm okay.... aaaand i'm cryin again what the fuck i am too stoked to hear that you guys enjoy it :,) and that you embrace all the iterations of my javi, pls, this man lives in my head rent free

OKAY COME THRU HORROR TALK!! girl yes.... the substance literally changed my life?! can we talk about how bangin the soundtrack was?! i'm not usually into body horror but this movie utilized it so well like it was fucking great. i need to rewatch it. i got to the movies by myself all the time!! i actually did a double feature of the first omen and immaculate when they dropped and it was the most fun i had in a whileeee hehe dude i wanna see anora so. fucking. bad. mikey is so damn beautiful and i love the aesthetic of it. i was literally thinking about that fic while watching the trailer and stuff so i'm glad to see that we were thinking along the same lines!! ahh!! tysm for yapping with me in my inbox, i love talking to you guys 🖤 have a great weekend also bb!

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

… well shit

I realised that I can't map out my Javi fic properly without having watched Narcos again. I forgot too much and I need to know all the significant places where things happened. This is... such... bad news.... however will I fix this problem?

[hollywood-world-sp]

‘La Máquina’ Review: Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna Bring Their Signature Chemistry to Hulu’s Twisty and Melodramatic Boxing Thriller!

Its fast pace, unexpected twists, and the reunion of stars Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna, whose chemistry lights up the screen, make this six-part limited series engaging.

Bernal plays Esteban “La Máquina” Osuna, a Mexican boxing legend nearing the end of his career after a quick first-round knockout. Now feeling the effects of over 70 professional fights and recovering from addiction, Esteban hopes to rebuild his life following his divorce from journalist Irasema (Eiza González).

Meanwhile, his friend and manager Andy (Luna), who is obsessed with Botox and staying youthful, pushes Esteban to return to the ring for a rematch. This fight could either propel Esteban to new fame or involve him in a conspiracy that threatens his life and those close to him.

As things heat up, Irasema starts investigating a case linked to powerful figures in Mexico’s boxing world. At the same time, Esteban’s neurological damage from years of fighting makes it difficult for him to separate reality from hallucination, while dark memories from his past resurface.

While La Máquina doesn’t follow the style or structure of a telenovela, iconic actress Lucía Méndez delivers an over-the-top performance as Andy’s controlling mother. Under the direction of creator Marco Ramirez (Daredevil), the series defies traditional genre categories.

It mixes buddy comedy with a grounded drama about corruption and exploitation in Mexican boxing. There are also elements of romance, though Esteban’s new love interest, played by Dariam Coco, feels underused. The show includes tense, violent moments as well.

Gabriel Ripstein (Narcos), the director, manages the show’s tone effectively, though the premiere episode, which tries to fit in a lot of action within 52 minutes, is the least successful.

The episode includes two major boxing matches (one shown in detail and the other abruptly cut) along with training montages, while also introducing the main characters and ongoing storylines. It’s fast-paced but feels rushed.

After the first episode, however, La Máquina does something rare for streaming shows — it broadens its world as the story develops, with episodes becoming shorter, more focused, and more confident. Characters that start off as exaggerated become more heartfelt.

Decisions lead to immediate consequences, and the mysteries deepen. Some elements might feel overly complicated, and it’s hard to see how the larger storylines will wrap up in the finale.

Bernal and Luna’s performances are key in holding the series together, especially Luna as Andy, a character that could have come off as silly, given his obsession with youth and his layers of makeup and prosthetics.

Yet Luna embraces Andy’s absurdities while still capturing the tragic aspects of a man trying to be a good manager, friend, and potential father, but failing.

Bernal, fresh from his physical role in Cassandro, isn’t as convincing in the boxing scenes here, but his character’s sadness and fading strength are clear in his expressions and body language.

Together, Bernal and Luna elevate the series with their undeniable chemistry, bringing out the best in the cast around them, particularly González, whose role as a fierce, determined journalist adds depth to her character beyond the typical ex-wife role.

Supporting performances also stand out, with Andrés Delgado playing Andy’s quirky brother-in-law, and Karina Gidi bringing both humor and emotion as Andy’s wife. Jorge Perugorría also surprises as Esteban’s trainer, subverting expectations.

Though I wish La Máquina had more than six episodes to explore its story fully, I enjoyed watching its narrative unfold. The series juggles multiple themes — boxers’ brain trauma, Mexico’s class struggles, and subplots involving romance and journalism — and while some of these might not be fully developed, the show is still compelling. I would gladly watch more of this unpredictable, chemistry-driven drama.

[hollywoodworldsp]

‘La Máquina’ Review: Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna Bring Their Signature Chemistry to Hulu’s Twisty and Melodramatic Boxing Thriller!

Its fast pace, unexpected twists, and the reunion of stars Gael García Bernal and Diego Luna, whose chemistry lights up the screen, make this six-part limited series engaging.

Bernal plays Esteban “La Máquina” Osuna, a Mexican boxing legend nearing the end of his career after a quick first-round knockout. Now feeling the effects of over 70 professional fights and recovering from addiction, Esteban hopes to rebuild his life following his divorce from journalist Irasema (Eiza González).

Meanwhile, his friend and manager Andy (Luna), who is obsessed with Botox and staying youthful, pushes Esteban to return to the ring for a rematch. This fight could either propel Esteban to new fame or involve him in a conspiracy that threatens his life and those close to him.

As things heat up, Irasema starts investigating a case linked to powerful figures in Mexico’s boxing world. At the same time, Esteban’s neurological damage from years of fighting makes it difficult for him to separate reality from hallucination, while dark memories from his past resurface.

While La Máquina doesn’t follow the style or structure of a telenovela, iconic actress Lucía Méndez delivers an over-the-top performance as Andy’s controlling mother. Under the direction of creator Marco Ramirez (Daredevil), the series defies traditional genre categories.

It mixes buddy comedy with a grounded drama about corruption and exploitation in Mexican boxing. There are also elements of romance, though Esteban’s new love interest, played by Dariam Coco, feels underused. The show includes tense, violent moments as well.

Gabriel Ripstein (Narcos), the director, manages the show’s tone effectively, though the premiere episode, which tries to fit in a lot of action within 52 minutes, is the least successful.

The episode includes two major boxing matches (one shown in detail and the other abruptly cut) along with training montages, while also introducing the main characters and ongoing storylines. It’s fast-paced but feels rushed.

After the first episode, however, La Máquina does something rare for streaming shows — it broadens its world as the story develops, with episodes becoming shorter, more focused, and more confident. Characters that start off as exaggerated become more heartfelt.

Decisions lead to immediate consequences, and the mysteries deepen. Some elements might feel overly complicated, and it’s hard to see how the larger storylines will wrap up in the finale.

Bernal and Luna’s performances are key in holding the series together, especially Luna as Andy, a character that could have come off as silly, given his obsession with youth and his layers of makeup and prosthetics.

Yet Luna embraces Andy’s absurdities while still capturing the tragic aspects of a man trying to be a good manager, friend, and potential father, but failing.

Bernal, fresh from his physical role in Cassandro, isn’t as convincing in the boxing scenes here, but his character’s sadness and fading strength are clear in his expressions and body language.

Together, Bernal and Luna elevate the series with their undeniable chemistry, bringing out the best in the cast around them, particularly González, whose role as a fierce, determined journalist adds depth to her character beyond the typical ex-wife role.

Supporting performances also stand out, with Andrés Delgado playing Andy’s quirky brother-in-law, and Karina Gidi bringing both humor and emotion as Andy’s wife. Jorge Perugorría also surprises as Esteban’s trainer, subverting expectations.

Though I wish La Máquina had more than six episodes to explore its story fully, I enjoyed watching its narrative unfold. The series juggles multiple themes — boxers’ brain trauma, Mexico’s class struggles, and subplots involving romance and journalism — and while some of these might not be fully developed, the show is still compelling. I would gladly watch more of this unpredictable, chemistry-driven drama.

[charlesleclerrc]

favorite characters: JAVIER PEÑA (NARCOS)