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bluestar22x · 1 year ago

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July

Sweet Summer - July

Summary: An evening at the Pena ranch turns into a night to remember.

Pairing: Javier Pena x Virgin!Reader (She’s in her 30s, just late to the game)

Rating: 18+ series, explicit chapter

Warnings: Explicit smut, fowl language, reader is insecure, then not, Javi being a consent king and literally perfect.

Word Count: 5,879

Author’s Note: This is the most spicy piece I’ve ever written (appropriate for Javi) and yet also one of the sweetest. I melted writing it.

xxx

“I knew dating you was a smart choice,” you joked as you stroked the thick neck of the chestnut gelding tied up to a post just outside of the Pena barn.

One of Javier’s eyebrows shot up and he folded his arms, an expression of mock disapproval on his face. “You only dated me to get access to the horses?”

“Not only,” you replied, drawing out your words.

He chuckled and let his arms hang loose. “Well, let’s hop on. I’ve got an idea of where we could go for a nice view. Do you need a boost?”

You smirked at him and easily swung up into the saddle on the horse’s back.

“Show off,” Javier muttered, but he wasn’t annoyed. His eyes only held amusement.

He walked around your mount to get to his, a blue roan mare, and climbed onto her, his movement a bit less smooth than yours. “You confident about your riding skills?”

“It’s like riding a bike, isn’t it?” you said, not really asking. “I’m confident it’ll come back to me. See? I already have my heels down and everything.”

You both glanced at your boot covered feet in the stirrups and he smiled. “You’ve got the beginner stuff down at least.”

“So what are their names?” you inquired, scratching your mount’s neck. The gelding groaned and leaned into your touch, causing you giggle.

Javier smiled softly at the bright sound bubbling up from you. “He’s Red. And this mare’s Stormy.”

“Plain and simple,” you noted.

“Yeah, well, my dad’s a simple man,” Javier told you as he gave Stormy a pat. “You ready to head out?”

You nodded, and he led you away from the main yard of the ranch at a walk, out into open country. As you set out, you took time to bask in the fading sunlight, eyes closed, the heat from it finally tolerable.

July afternoons in Texas were often too hot to work horses, so Javier had suggested you come by later in the day for a ride, just as things were starting to cool down. It turned out to be the perfect time.

Red turned out to be perfect too, or as perfect as any horse could be anyway. You’d ridden several beginner horses in your lifetime, but none were both laid back and responsive like he was. You barely had to tug the reins to redirect his head, you barely had to dig in a heel for him to pick up his pace slightly, into a faster walk, and he had an air of calm that made you trust him like no other horse before. He made you feel confident, and that was important to have as a rider.

Javier must’ve sensed it because several minutes into the ride he suggested loping. “If we want to make it to the spot I have in mind before the sun fully sets, we’re going to have to pick up the pace. But only if you’re ready.”

You nodded. “I am.”

To prove your point, you clicked your tongue at Red and leaned slightly forward, encouraging him into a faster speed. He arched his neck immediately and his gait swiftly changed into one of a rocking motion. You were instantly reminded why the lope was your favorite horse gait. It was smooth, predictable, and yet still speedy enough to give you a thrill. You gave a yip to the darkening sky above and dared to steal a look at Javier, who had urged Stormy to keep the same stride as Red.

When you had first met him five weeks ago, you’d teasingly endowed him with the nickname cowboy, but it wasn’t until that evening, when he was riding a horse beside you, that he’d actually looked like one to you. Eyes focused ahead, seat steady, dressed in a red plaid shirt, dark blue jeans, and a tan pair of riding boots. He might have looked like he stepped right out of an old western, if he wasn’t missing the cowboy hat, but even without it, he sold it.

You felt a flame ignite in your belly as you observed him. You had a thing for cowboys, and you had a major thing for Javier. His broad shoulders, his strong nose, his large hands, his kind eyes, and his rumbling low voice. You’d found yourself totally distracted by him when Red suddenly stumbled over a rock in your path, lurching forward enough to unseat you, nearly causing you to flip over his neck. Luckily, you’d latched onto the saddle horn the split second it occurred and managed to steady yourself, a gasp flying out of your mouth as you did so.

“You alright?” Javier asked, as he slowed Stormy to walk alongside Red again, concerned.

You tilted your head away from him, trying to hide the embarrassment you had over letting your attention get drawn away from the ride. It really wasn’t the time.

“I’m fine,” you answered. “Does Red look okay? I don’t feel him limping but it’s not like I’m an expert.”

Javier studied the horse for a few moments, eyes scanning over his legs, shoulders, and hips and he shook his head. “He looks good to me. He didn’t stumble too badly.”

“Yeah, I just wasn’t paying enough attention to stay balanced,” you huffed.

Javier shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.” If he knew why you’d been caught off guard, he didn’t show it. “We’re here.”

You peered between Red’s ears and spotted a few hills up ahead, right along the border of wire fencing surrounding the Pena property. When Javier pointed Stormy at the middle hill and began climbing it, you followed suit on Red, smiling. Of course. Watching the sun set on a hill. The range of view it provided probably made it the best scenic spot on the ranch.

You were pretty certain of it after you watched the last of the sun’s rays dip behind the horizon at the top, no light left except for a few lingering streaks of gold and orange highlighting the clouds in the sky. It was far from the first time you’d seen a sunset, but it was the first time in your memory that you’d witnessed the exact moment day became night. The sight of it over the arid landscape, from Red’s back, left you sucking in a sharp breath. It was funny how something that happened every day could be so beautiful.

“You’re lucky to have this place,” you told Javier. “I’d kill for a view like this.”

He chuckled. “Hopefully not in a literal sense.”

You snorted and his expression turned serious as he sighed. “When I was a teenager, I wanted nothing more than to get away from here. I found it boring. I wanted to see the world.”

“Did you?” you questioned.

His mouth twisted into something like a grimace. “Not in the way I wanted to.”

“Do you still find it boring here?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But being bored isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a man.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You didn’t know what Javier had gone through during his time as a DEA agent, he wasn’t very open about it, didn’t willingly divulge much about it except occasional stories about his old partner Steve and his family. And your relationship was still too new for you to feel like you had the right to dig. You didn’t need to know, after all. Whatever had happened when he was taking down cartels in Colombia, whatever he had done, that was in the past.

You had fallen into a quiet spell after that, but it was quickly broken by your stomach growling loudly.

You felt your cheeks heat up again as Javier laughed at the noise. “Guess we should head back.”

You agreed quietly and followed him back to the ranch at a jog, as the sky darkened enough for the first stars to come out, content with not saying anything else. Javier didn’t seem to mind your silence, but he did break it as the ranch house came into view.

“Do you need to get home to feed Trix?” he inquired, his eyes darting over to you.

“No,” you replied quickly. “Actually, I had a friend take her home tonight, in case I was late getting home tonight.”

Tomorrow morning late.

Do not get embarrassed, you chided yourself mentally.

You’d been pondering over it a lot over the last week. You’d thought about how easy things were with Javier, how much you’d come to trust him in the last month you’d been dating, and how he had never asked for anything more than you’d been willing to give.

It wasn’t like a month was that long, right? But you felt like it had been long enough. Too long taking your situation in consideration. You’d decided you were ready to take the next step with him if he was, but you being you, you couldn’t just spell out your intentions for him.

The way Javier tensed in the saddle for a moment, you guessed your intent was clear enough. You reveled a little when you noticed him swallowing hard.

“So do you want to join me in the house for supper after we untack the horses?” he inquired. “I can’t promise much, I’m not exactly a cook, but I think we have some eggs I could scramble and a loaf of bread for some toast. We always have enough coffee on hand.”

“Your dad won’t mind?” you prodded. You’d figured you’d go out to eat and end up at your place, not in the ranch house shared with his father.

“He’s actually visiting his sister for the weekend,” Javier informed you. “Not that he would’ve.”

You couldn’t believe the timing. Your heart fluttered at the idea of you and Javier having the whole house to yourselves. No neighbors like at your apartment. Not a single pair of prying eyes or ears to worry about. You bit your bottom lip.

“I’d love to,” you said, hopping off Red when he was a few feet from the front door of the barn.

Javier’s lips curled upward slightly. “Great.”

He swung off Stormy’s back and guided her into the barn, leading you by example. You brought the horses into the two empty stalls at the back the barn, the other two occupied by slightly shorter horses, a paint and a dapple gray that was built very similarly to Red. You both made quick work of untacking your mounts, grooming them, and giving them hay for the night, along with the other horses.

With a goodnight kiss to Red’s velvety muzzle you strolled down the barn aisle side by side with Javier, anxiety starting to pool in the pit of your stomach over how the night might turn out, your self-confidence seemingly plummeting to an all-time low as you overthought. But you were too stubborn, too tired of taking the easy way out, to let that shut you down so fast.

After you exited the barn, stepping back on the dirt drive to the Pena household you cleared your throat, simply to get Javier’s attention. When his eyes met yours, you nodded at your car. “I’ve got a change of clothes. Would you mind if I used your shower to get cleaned up before supper?”

His eyes widened slightly, and surprise was written all over his face. “Uh, sure. I’ll cook the eggs and get the coffee going while you do that.”

You stood on your tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks.”

The Pena house was ancient as far as houses in Texas went, but it was well kept and maintained for a place that hadn’t had a woman’s touch in at least a decade. It was cozy, if not a little stuffy, made worst by the lack of air conditioning.

As soon as you’d entered the house, Javier had gotten to work getting out everything he’d need to cook the eggs and you’d climbed the stairs to the second floor, following the directions he’d given you to find the bathroom. Not that it was hard to find. First door to the right of the stairs.

It felt strange stripping bare in a household you’d never been in before, even in the bathroom with the door closed. It was different than being in a hotel room with friends or family. You weren’t used to being naked in the home of a person you didn’t know a month ago. You may have trusted Javier, but the awkwardness was still there. You shrugged off the feeling. Afterall, if you couldn’t take an innocent little shower in his house, how would you fuck him?

You used the cheap 2 in 1 shampoo that was on the shower shelf for your hair, making sure to work it into your hair until there were plenty of suds, then rinsed and used one of the new bars of soap you’d found in the room’s cabinet to clean your body. It took maybe six minutes before you were out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, headed for your bag on the countertop.

You hadn’t just packed some fresh clothes in it, but also a toothbrush and toothpaste, and you used them then, just in case you wouldn’t have time to brush after the supper, though you planned to take a moment to do so.

Another three minutes and you were downstairs, the smell of eggs and toast and coffee filled your nostrils way before you reached the kitchen.

“Smells good,” you called out as you turned the corner to enter the room.

Javier smiled at you as you plopped yourself down at the table. “Better?”

You nodded as you pulled a hair tie out of your left front pocket to tie back your damp hair. “Much. And I thought New York summers were hot.”

“Food’s done,” he announced, shutting off the stove burner he was using and pulling a pair of plates out of the cabinet next to the sink. “Come eat.”

As if you hadn’t hinted at deepening your relationship, you and Javier talked over supper like you typically did on your dates, about anything and everything that popped into your heads. Something a family member had done, a friend, people at work, or about the animals. You hadn’t seen each other since Sunday afternoon, six days ago, and Javier wasn’t big on phone calls, so there was a fair bit to catch up on.

After you’d eaten your fill, you both stood to dump your plates in the sink.

“Leave the mess for now,” he told you. “I’m going to go take a shower and get into clean clothes too, then I’ll pick up. There are movies on the shelf by the TV in the living room. If you want, you could pick out one and we could watch it when I’m out?”

“Sure,” you said, having no intention of leaving the mess alone, nor watching a movie after.

“Make yourself at home,” he shouted back down as he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as he was out of sight, you got to work, shoving utensils and plates into the dishwasher and scrubbing the pan he’d used for the eggs under running warm water. After washing the pan and anything else that couldn’t be washed by machine, you wiped down the stove and tabletop before taking to the living room to pace around.

For the hell of it, you took a couple minutes to look through the pile of video tapes by the TV, mostly old westerns and 80s cop shows. You decided to pick one out just so you had something in hand when Javier returned, settling for The Magnificent Seven. You hadn’t watched a lot of westerns growing up, but you’d heard that was a pretty decent one, so you planted yourself on the couch with the case in hand.

He joined you less than a minute later, hands on his hips. “You didn’t need to clean up.”

“I wanted to,” you declared. “In my house growing up the cook never washed the dishes after.”

He shook his head. “So did you choose out a movie?”

You raised the hand grasping the video tape.

“Good choice,” he said approvingly, flopping down beside you. “You ready to watch?”

“After I use the bathroom,” you told him, pushing yourself back up onto your feet.

As soon as you were out of sight, you raced up the stairs, taking time to pee and to brush your teeth one more time, afraid any remnants of supper would ruin any possible moments.

You cursed the wayward curls on your forehead when you looked in the mirror and chose to let your hair hang loose again so they blended in better. After you’d brushed your hair out with your fingers so it wasn’t so flat from the tie, you made your way back to the living room.

“All set now,” you announced, hoping the nervousness in your voice wouldn’t give away what you were about to say next.

“I already popped in the movie,” Javier notified you as you sat back down, one of your knees brushing against his as you twisted in your seat to face him. “We just need to press play.”

You nodded, putting on a thoughtful look for show. “What if I don’t want to watch a movie?”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead and he smirked, amused. “Impatient, carino?”

“I knew you’d gotten the hint,” you murmured as you leaned forward to let your lips nearly brush his.

“It wasn’t exactly subtitle,” he informed you.

“Oh well.” You pressed your lips against his and he immediately opened up to you, letting you slip your tongue inside as you eagerly pulled yourself onto his lap.

This much you were used to, this much you’d done with him before. He’d helped you refine your kisses with practice, and you’d quickly become confident about your techniques once you’d gotten good enough to draw a groan from him and that is what you set out to do again on that couch.

When the sound slipped out from somewhere deep in his throat, you jerked away from him just enough to speak. “Show me to your room.”

“Are you sure about this?” he asked lowly, cupping one of your cheeks with a rough hand, his dark brown eyes searching yours earnestly.

“I think the slow burn’s gone on long enough,” you joked, kissing him again, nipping at his bottom lip. He grunted at that and deepened it once more.

After a few moments he led you upstairs, to the second room on the left, dragging you inside and grabbing you by the waist, his lips never leaving yours for longer than a split second. He walked you to his bed, sitting on the edge and patting his legs. You got the message and straddled him, sitting on his lap more directly than you had on the couch.

With nothing but moonlight to guide you in the dark, you reached for the hem of the clean gray t-shirt Javier had worn after his shower and removed it, throwing it to the ground as you placed your mouth back on his and splayed your hands over his bare chest.

What a dream he was, and it was only just the beginning. Every muscle in your body already humming with anticipation, with arousal. You let him tug your shirt over your head without a second thought, and closed your eyes as he nibbled the delicate skin along your collarbone, shivering at the pleasant graze of his teeth and his tongue on you. You gasped a little, lost in the moment.

But you quickly snapped out of it when you felt his hands reaching to unclasp your lacy bra, the one you’d specially bought just for him. You stopped him with your hands over his biceps, gripping them firmly.

He glanced up at you, confusion written on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather keep the bra on tonight,” you answered breathlessly.

He frowned, lips almost forming into a pout. “Why?”

You could tell by his inflection that he wasn’t trying to pressure you with the question or make you feel stupid about your reluctance, he genuinely wanted to know your reason, to understand it, but it still made you feel more self-conscious than you’d ever felt before in your life.

You didn’t want to lie, but you did try to shrug it off like it wasn’t actually a big deal to you. “They just look better like that.”

Your breasts had never been as perky and well-shaped as the ones women tended to have on TV and they were your least favorite part of your body. You’d been hoping that, for at least one night, you could avoid...flaunting them. You’d thought it would be easy enough to avoid if you bought a fancy bra to contain them.

Javier’s eyes softened a bit, and he kissed you along your jaw, drawing a quiet moan from you. “If you’d rather keep it on for comfort, that’s alright, but don’t do it because you’re worried about my opinion of them. I promise I’m not a picky man, carino. And I’d like to touch you there. To kiss you there.”

He dipped his head down to kiss the center of your chest, as if to give you a preview, and you sucked in a deep breath. God, you wanted him to. Despite your reservations about the condition of your breasts, you desperately wanted him to explore them, to know what it felt like.

You swallowed hard. “Okay. Yes.”

He easily unclipped your bra and set your breasts free, watching them fall onto your chest, and you watched for his reaction, breath catching in your chest with apprehension.

You saw the exact moment his eyes darkened with lust, and you gnawed on your lip upon witnessing it. Your breasts turning him on was the last thing you’d expected on that night.

“Can I touch them?” he inquired, his voice raspier than before.

You whined at him. “Yes, Javi.”

He cupped them in his hands, kneading them, and his thumbs found your nipples, massaging them, moving in a circular pattern. You gasped and arched your back as they hardened, eyes closing to the pleasant sensation his touch sparked in you.

The next thing you knew his hot mouth was on your right one and you moaned loudly as his tongue dragged over the bud. He took his time to work over it, then the left, before returning his mouth to yours and pulling you in close, palms pressed against your bare back.

“You are perfect just the way you are, baby.” He grunted. “So damn sensitive. You sound so good.” His voice was strained, and it wasn’t the only part of him that was. You could feel his bulge through his jeans, and as he started grinding against your own jean clad center, your stomach did a flip when you gave recognition to the fact that he was hard for you. For the longest time you hadn’t believed you could be that attractive to anyone.

Your biggest insecurity about your body overcome, you felt empowered after, untouchable by your other, less notable ones, like the one you had for the faint stretch marks that ran along your belly and thighs, and the puzzle shaped birth mark on your right thigh that made that part of your skin lighter than the rest. They all faded to the back of your brain as your focus became single minded.

You stood and pushed off your jeans, kicking them aside in a beat, and your hands impatiently reached for the top button on his. He let you undo it and lifted his hips so you could peel his pants off. They were so form fitting the move nearly pulled his boxers off with them, revealing the happy trail between his hips as they rode dangerously low.

With your next kiss you were back on his lap, hands gripping his strong shoulders tightly as his hands found your hips.

He nibbled on your neck, and his mustache lightly brushed the delicate skin there, making you pitch forward with a giggle. “That tickles.”

“Sorry,” he apologized under his breath, though a grin was plastered on his face.

You grinned back at him. “No, I like it.”

You kept kissing each other, mouths mapping whatever skin you could easily reach, and somewhere during that time you’d shifted, positioned your body so that one of his thighs was straddled between your legs, pressed to your cunt. It took you a minute to realize you were rotating your hips, rubbing yourself against the firm muscle underneath his skin and your thin lacy underwear.

Your cheeks heated when you noticed and you immediately stilled your hips, redirecting your passion to mouthing at his neck.

He groaned his disappointment. “Don’t stop, hermosa, keep going. Try to get yourself off on my thigh. I want to see it.”

Your breath hitched and you nearly bit down on the slope of his shoulder when those words tumbled out of his mouth. “Fuck, Javi, don’t tell me that like that.” You might as well have been struck by lightning.

He chuckled and beamed up at you unapologetically, tightening his hold on your hips a little more to help you keep balance as you started back up again. You felt a bit silly dry humping his leg at first, but the way he stared up at your face reverently, with his pupils blown wide open, erased it and you fully embraced the situation, digging your nails into his shoulders for purchase as you moved.

The friction between your folds, your thin underwear, and his thigh caused by your rolling hips felt so good you got completely lost in it, eyes half mast, breaths catching. You could feel something building within you, making the pit of your stomach burn and the space between your legs throb. Your heart began to race, sweat broke out over your brow, and you let out a loud moan.

“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Javier told you with a moan of his own, eyes glued to your face except for the occasional glance to where you were riding him. You felt a thrill coarse through you after hearing his admiration, and felt yourself get tantalizingly close to climaxing, but after a while you realized getting yourself to tip over the edge was going to be impossible. It just wasn’t quite enough.

You blew out a frustrated sound and Javier pursed his lips. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t, not like this,” you admitted regretfully. “It’s not enough.” If only it was.

He stroked his hands up and down your back, like he was trying to soothe you. “Can I try something? Can I touch you here?”

One of his hands went to the front of your underwear and your heart jumped. You’d wanted to know for so long what it would be like for a man to touch you there, so long that you didn’t even hesitant to agree to it. He slipped his hand under the fabric after you gave him permission and you felt his thick fingers start to circle your most sensitive bits, getting coated by your wetness as he did so.

You lurched forward at the extra contact, and in under a minute his fingers had you flying over the edge, crying out his name as you came harder than you’d ever on your own. You clutched to him for several seconds after before you pulled away to kiss him heatedly.

“Felt so good,” you panted against his lips. “But I want to feel you in me, Javi. Please.”

“You don’t have to beg hermosa,” he said with a groan, his hands cupping your face. “I want it just as bad. But I gotta know first, is this your first time?”

You froze, suddenly reminded of that other big insecurity that had managed to not rear its ugly head until he’d brought it up. You chewed your lip nervously. “How’d you guess?”

He smiled at you softly. “Our first kiss hinted that might be the case.”

Your eyes fell away from his. You knew you shouldn’t be, but there was a part of you that couldn’t help but feel ashamed. “I didn’t want to bring it up.”

“Why not?” he prompted, expression nonjudgmental.

“Cause it’s embarrassing, a woman my age.”

“Nothing wrong with waiting,” Javier assured you.

“You’re not bothered by it?” you asked, hopeful. To your knowledge, most men preferred women who were experienced, who knew what they were doing. Certainly a man like Javier would be one of them?

He shook his head firmly. “I promise I’m not, carino. I’d like to make you come one more time before though. With my fingers inside you this time.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and groaned. You had to be living some kind of fantasy. This couldn’t be real. “Fuck, go for it.”

He laughed and shifted, scooping you up and twisting around so you were laying on your back against the bedspread. He crawled between your thighs, kissed the spot right over your heart, and his left hand wrapped around the back of your neck as his right wandered down between your legs.

He removed your underwear swiftly and started working you up with his fingers again, and you gasped when he slipped a thick finger inside you, then eventually two, taking his time to stretch you out. It felt indescribably good as he pumped them in and out of you, the rest of his fingers pressed against your clit, making your core flood with heat again.

You dug your nails into his back, but he didn’t seem to care, if anything it seemed maddening for him. You’d later distantly recall that he had ground himself against the mattress because of it, desperate for a tiny bit of relief, right before your second orgasm hit you.

Chest heaving, you lifted your hands to palm your sweaty face afterwards. “Holy hell Javi, you’re good at that.”

He smirked down at you, pleased with himself. “Think you’re ready now?”

You were already reaching for the waistband of his boxers, even though you’d barely recovered from your last high.

“Wanna answer the question, baby?” he inquired, though his eyes danced, amused by your enthusiasm.

You growled lowly. “You can bet I am.”

He helped you remove his boxers and when his cock sprung forth you ran a hand down its hard length, curious to know the feeling.

He bucked into your touch reflexively and you beamed at him almost wickedly, riding a high of confidence. “That feel good?”

“Will feel much better in a minute,” he hissed. “Lie back.”

You did as ordered and he fished a condom out of a tin box that was on his nightstand, rolling one on and lining himself up with your entrance within a matter of seconds.

He planted his lips against yours again and met your eyes. “You ready?” he murmured.

You nodded, though you tensed up immediately after, more so from anticipation than worry. You’d imagined this moment for so long, yet you still had no idea what to expect.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Javier said softly, having felt your muscles bunch up. “I’ve got you.” He braced himself with one arm over your head, and you took a calming breath as he used his other hand to guide his cock into you slowly, inch by inch.

You gasped from the intensity of him stretching you out, and you buried your hands into his hair to ground yourself, but there was no pain.

“You okay?” he asked, stilling for a moment as he kissed you, the hand above your head caressing your hair.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “You feel so good.”

Reassured, he slid even deeper inside you, and you gripped his shoulders tightly, snapping your eyes shut to focus on the feeling of his firm shaft dragging along your walls. You bit your lip again, and you wondered if it would be sore later, if other parts of you would also be sore. Not that you cared.

Your focus turned to Javier after he finally bottomed out in you with a raspy groan. “So tight, carino. You feel amazing.”

You moaned softly, loving the praise pouring out of his mouth, loving that he was enjoying this as much as you were. You curled a leg around his hip and made the first move, shifting your hips down and back up to meet his, causing an intense friction that made you both moan and inhale sharply.

He started to gently pump into you after, teeth skimming your jaw as he did, tongue tasting your skin here and there.

You watched him with half lidded eyes as he moved above you, gazed back down at you, eyes filled with heat, desire, and an unspoken love that made your heart soar. It wasn’t just sex you were participating in, there was a deep emotional connection involved too, one that had snuck up on you both.

Knowing that heightened your own desire, your need to reach your peak, and you sought a faster pace until he was matching you with full thrusts into you. Your sharp cries mixed with his low grunts, and you thought it was heavenly, especially when you realized your climax was nearing again.

“So close,” you hummed, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good,” he panted.

He surged into you one more time and you felt something inside you burst, making you fall apart. You felt like Jello after, limbs useless and mind lost in a haze of bliss.

Javier joined you after a couple more quick strokes, groaning loudly into your ear as he filled the condom. He nearly collapsed onto you as he came down, but managed to keep his weight off you as he shifted his focus to kissing your neck tenderly.

You weaved your fingers through his thick, unruly hair and smiled happily, basking in his affection.

“Everything you hoped for?” Javier inquired eventually, one of his hands coming up to brace your neck gently.

“And more,” you admitted, laughing. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Never.” He pressed a kiss to your chin.

“You?” you asked. His satisfaction was as important to you as your own.

He caught your mouth with his briefly before answering. “You had nothing to worry about,” he told you, pulling out with a grunt after.

You whined at the loss of him, and he gave you a disastrously playful wink. “More later.”

You grinned, elated by how light his mood was, proud to be the cause. “Better be.”

He kissed you one more time then helped you pull off the covers of the bed and slip underneath the sheets. You’d both have to get up to clean yourselves later, but for the time being you curled up together instead, inhaling each other’s scents and taking comfort in each other’s arms.

And for the first time in your life, you understood what it felt like having someone who felt like home.

xxx

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#Javier Pena Fanfic (Mine)#Sweet Summer Series

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ashlingnarcos · 2 years ago

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Javier Peña/gender neutral!Reader: informant x javi, reader knows him all too well, hurt/comfort, angst

length: 2.1k, can read on ao3 here instead if you like

inspiration from @narcolini

warnings: referenced kidnapping of reader, tiny bit of kinda sorta choking, also no actual smut

comments & fandom-related asks welcome!

Smell comes to you first: the threatening undertone of shitty apartment mildew, the warm human smell of rumpled sheets, coffee floating on top rich and strong. Then comes sound, a defective air conditioner not fighting the hot air so much as just moving it around. Then comes pain.

Most of the pain is a few days old, dulled to ache, but your hand, that's new. Tiny, negligible, but new. There's something holding you down, your shoulder, pressing you into the mattress, but no urge to fight it. No urge to fight it. Why? You blink, glance up.

Javi’s sitting at the edge of the bed, to your left, legs dangling over the side. The motel room is his, and the hand is his too. He’s leaning on your shoulder, holding you down in earnest, but his attention is elsewhere, on some papers in his free hand. He’s squinting.

He should really see about getting some glasses, but he won't. Just keeps claiming he's tired, he doesn't need them, but he is always tired and he still needs glasses. So tired. Look at him.

If he didn't have his work occupying both his hands, he'd probably scrub them over his face in that way that always serves as prelude to drinking, fucking, sleeping, or bad decisions—sometimes all four, though not in that order. But he's got work in both hands, so he sits steady beside you. God.

You look down at your own hurt hand, discover that someone's put a band-aid on it. Javi has. Can't be anyone else; nobody else knows you're here. It doesn’t feel so bad, maybe a small bruise, a nick. Couple spots of blood on the hem of his long-sleeve t-shirt. A little nick.

In any other bed, upon waking with fresh injuries, you'd be out of your mind with fear. Here, you're just sleepy.

You look down at Javi's hand securing you, the spread fingers. You've seen what this hand can do. Each knuckle different. Two scars, minor, light lines across the back of his hand, maybe an inch and a half long, negligible but for how straight they are, and how parallel. That's ominous. Still could be an accident, but possibly not. What happened, Javi? Accidental scars or not, had to be someone. Many of them, you think. Had to be many of them. He's too stubborn a man to be brought this low by just the one.

Or maybe you're mythologizing again. That's a bad habit of yours. Can't fucking help it, though, can you? If men continually refuse to let you turn on the light, the shadows will come alive with possibilities.

When you put your hand over his, feeling his knuckles against your open palm, you can't resist tracing the raised lines of his scars with your thumb.

Javi startles as though at a buzzing fly, knocked out of whatever world those papers had constructed around him, knocking out of your reverie, and suddenly you're both back in the world.

He closes the file and throws it on the nightstand, tries to take his hand back, but you tighten your grip and he lets you keep it. You interlace your fingers. God, it feels good. Mostly for the way he looks at you, affectionately searching.

“You okay?” he says, soft.

“You tell me.” Still holding onto him, you angle your hand up, indicate the band-aid with your thumb.

Something stirs behind his eyes. “You roll around a lot when you’re dreaming. Nicked it on the windowsill.”

Do you want to ask him whether you talked in your sleep, too? Maybe you didn’t. Maybe you got lucky, and only fought. No wonder he was holding you down.

Those sleeping pills are no joke, you're about to say. But before you can, Javi strokes your hair with his free hand.

He doesn't even try to camouflage it with purpose, doesn’t push your hair back from your face or pick out invisible lint. Just his fingertips, honest, and a face that makes him look both younger and older than he is at once.

Jesus, Javi, if I'd known that climbing into your bed was all it took to melt you, I'd have done this two months ago.

“How are you feeling?” he says.

Last night, it was his stash of bandages laid carefully on your skin, then cold cans of his beer pressed to your bruises. Now you're wearing his shirt, a pair of his boxers, underneath his sheets—his hand is in yours, his hand is in your hair—his eyes are on you, he's fucking everywhere. He's all over you. He's all over you, and you want more.

"Come here,” you say.

"Hm?" he says, like he doesn't know what you mean, smiling a half-smile that gives himself away.

You let go, sit up till your hip is pressed to his, and lean in until your foreheads touch, until he’s all you can see. Every little detail.

Up close, his brown eyes aren’t the way you imagined them, not self-satisfied or lust-darkened or even excited. You’ve never seen this expression on his face before. The closest you’ve ever seen was a caution appropriate to having a gun pressed to his temple. This, though, is something tentative.

"Come here,” you say again, and he does, presses a dry close-mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips, almost chaste.

For that, you turn your head and bite his bottom lip. Not hard, just enough so his lips part, so you can slip your tongue inside, and oh, oh, when he takes your face in his hands and fucking commits, it’s so good. You sigh a sound into his mouth that you didn’t even know you were going to make.

There’s that smile of his, that satisfaction, but then he angles his head and whatever comment you were going to make gets lost. You get lost.

One of his hands slides up your back, underneath your shirt, and there’s something obscene in the sheer span of his spread fingers, the way they flex against your skin, his fingertips digging in. Then there’s his other hand, fingertips slipping under the waistband of your boxers. You stop that hand, put it on your ass instead, and brace yourself for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never comes. No questions, no protests, just Javi grabbing your ass, pulling you in, shifting you till you’re straddling his thigh and he can press his open mouth to your neck. Teeth, too, slow and filthy. You tangle your hands in his sweat-damp hair and keep waiting for him to pull back and ask, but he never does. As you grind down on his thigh, the words just happen.

“You’re so perfect, you make me sick,” you murmur. “How’d I get so lucky?”

He pauses only long enough to get out one syllable, barely audible: “Don’t.”

Then he’s back to your neck, kissing his way up to the sensitive spot just behind the corner of your jaw, like nothing happened.

“What?” you say, barely able to think, but vaguely, disturbingly aware that something did just happen.

“Nothing,” he murmurs in your ear, and you feel a pinprick of alarm: he’s trying to make it sound sexy. Trying. “Come here.”

And now you’re getting exactly what you wanted; he’s all over you. He lowers you onto the mattress and follows, kissing the other side of your neck as his whole body presses you down. Not his whole body weight—he’s holding himself up a bit with one arm. He’s so careful, so intent, so inescapable, for a second you almost give yourself up to it. But then you remember.

“Wait.” You angle your head, try to catch his eyes, and fail. “What?”

Javi picks himself up, so now he’s got one hand planted on either side of your head, leaning over you, panting a little, hair a mess.

“What?” you say. Your voice sounds smaller than you wanted it to be.

“You don’t have to—” He smiles, and fuck he’s so beautiful, but something in that smile makes him look drained down to the last dregs. “Can we not talk?”

Oh. Goddamn him.

A memory rises up, sharp and sudden, searing as staring at the sun: you rubbing your wrists where the handcuffs had been, looking down at the red marks, Javi beside you, pressing the first of many cold beers to the bruise on your forehead because he didn’t have an ice pack. And his voice, as if from far away, saying I’m sorry, over and over.

It wasn’t that bad, really, you would have said, if you’d been paying attention to him. But in that moment you were mostly trying to decide whether to stay or run.

I’m so sorry.

Javi’s eyes contain those echoes now, as his smile fades.

A fierce protectiveness surges up in you: you want to shake him, you want to fuck him, you want to make him say all the shit he won’t ever say.

You take his throat in your hand, instead. His Adam’s apple fits so good in the V between your thumb and forefinger.

“You don’t have to talk,” you say. “But I do.”

Who does he think he is? He doesn’t get a monopoly on guilt because he never had a monopoly on power. It’s that simple. He carries the weight of the world on his back because his ego lets him think the world is his to carry. Come the fuck on.

Somebody needs to teach him how to surrender, and it’s gonna be you.

“Javi,” you say, low.

He’s not looking at you properly, so you let go of his throat and then take hold of his jaw, surge up off the bed till he finally looks at you. In that moment, he looks almost frightened of you, in a way that has nothing to do with your hand.

“You found me,” you say. “You saved me. You, and no one else. Fucking take it.”

Oh, but he's always been a fighter.

He lunges at you as if you’d said something else, something filthy, and you let him think he’s won for a second, let him think it’s only sex, let him press you into the mattress, opening your mouth to him and kissing him back fiercely.

When he pulls away to get air, your hand is on his jaw again, your forehead against his once more, relentless.

“I knew it would be you,” you say, “I knew you’d come for me. I held onto that for the fucking whole car ride. All night in the basement, handcuffed, with a bag over my head, waiting to see what would happen. I had nothing else, but I had that. Don’t tell me that’s nothing.”

Javi bursts out, like you’re hurting him, “If I hadn’t asked you—”

“I made my own choices. I make my own choices. Yes or no?”

“Yes,” he says, but defiant, face set like you’re in an interrogation room and he’s on the wrong side of the table.

Jesus Christ, this man is so fucking stubborn. You’ve never been angrier with him, never cared for him more.

“You think your cock is that good, Javier? Please. I would do a lot of shit for you, but I would never let a man override my own judgment, whether or not I—whether I gave a damn if he lived or died.”

Ah, shit. The first part came out so good, and then that last part, that last part slipped out all by itself. You may as well have said you love him, which, maybe you do, so what if you do? It doesn’t need saying.

Up until that last part, Javi had been stonefaced, but when you cut yourself off and took a breath, something shifted. He’s listening to you now, properly.

You set yourself right and say, more steadily, “Anything I do, that’s on me. I make my own choices, yes or no?”

“Yes.” He says it quieter this time, quieter and truer. Close enough. You'll take it.

“Good.” You lift your hand to cup his sweat-damp cheek. His lashes dip, but he leans into it. When you press your finger just under his jaw, you can feel his carotid artery thumping away, and for a moment, that’s all there is, his heartbeat.

“And now,” you say evenly, so he won’t suspect how the sentence ends, “I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t even dream afterwards. Yeah?”

Javi bursts out laughing, at you and at himself, but his pulse quickens in anticipation just the same. You’re back. When he grins, he shows teeth, a challenge you're only too happy to take. You'll show him. You kiss it into him, first, right into his parted lips: no guilt, no shame, we can be good, baby. We can be so fucking good.

And you are.

#javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #narcos fanfic #narcos readerfic #mine #javier peña

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anonymouse1312437 · 10 months ago

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FanFic Ideas

Hey everyone, I have been a bit out of it for a minute. I was wondering if anyone had any ideas they wanted for the following people:

Pedro Pascal (Himself not characters)

Matthew Lillard (Himself not characters)

Characters:

PEDRO PASCAL:

Oberyn Martell

The Mandalorian

Joel

Juan Badillo

Marcus Moreno

Dieter Bravo

Comandante Veracruz

Javi Gutierrez (A favorite of mine)

Agent Marcus Pike

Javier Pena

Nathan Landry

Francisco Morales

MATTHEW LILLARD:

Shaggy Rogers (live action not animated)

Jerry Conlaine (A favorite)

Dean Boland (Another fave)

Stevo

Stu Macher

Brock Hudson

Principal Bosch

Tim LaFlour

Dennis Rafkin

William Afton

Please either leave suggestions here in the comments and whether you want them smutty/fluffy.

If there is a specific trait or fetish/fantasy you would like but, don't want to comment it please feel free to send me a message Privately.

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jolalibrary · 2 years ago

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how come you disagree with fanfiction being written about real people but write javier pena fanfic? im sorry if this come across as hate, i really am curious-- like i guess what im wondering is if narcos depiction of pena is fictional? i just find it strange i guess because the character is based off a real person. i love your fics please dont take this as hate or bullying !!

that’s a fair question, anon. for me, I’m writing pedro playing javier, and the characterisation from narcos the tv show. I’ll put more below the read more.

from interviews it seems narcos is 50/50 real over dramatisation. I know the timeline is accurate but both the real people have acknowledged that stuff has been changed. for example, season three, peña was never involved in the takedown of the cali cartel. and for me, I am writing that version of javier peña from the show, not the real person. the one who ends up back on the ranch with his dad.

which I know is still a washy line, and it’s fair if you disagree, but that’s where my brain has drawn the line. and I know the show has taken elements of both their real lives but there’s lots of inconsistencies that my brain is able to separate things. for example, Connie never leaves Steve in real life, Carillo never dies etc.

another thing, I also haven’t dove into the real persons life, I only use the basis of what the shows tells us and build relationships from that. and focus on the mannerisms and things pedro gives us playing him.

it’s okay if this isn’t the answer you want. it’s okay that you find it strange, and it’s okay that you’ve drawn lines for yourself, and it’s okay if that means you don’t want to read mine or others work. same as I’ve drawn lines for myself about writing or reading real person fanfic of actors I admire/enjoy watching.

at no point do I want to seem like I’m shaming anyone, because that is never my intention. these are just my opinions, my choices and the lines I’ve drawn for myself 🩷

#asked and answered #anon

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pennyserenade · 1 year ago

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nine people you'd like to know better

last song: bug like an angel by mitski (mitski ruins my life and i love her)

currently watching: for once in my life, nothing. last thing i watched was the bear, though, and it was very good. i've been too busy and too hung on the x-files to move on just yet.

currently reading: i'm reading pet sematary by stephen king & cultish by amanda montell

current obsessions: reading in all its glorious forms (fanfic, fiction, nonfiction); the x-files; surprisingly david duchovny's novel bucky f*cking dent (it's so upsetting when hot men are good at many things); thinking about writing and the act of flirting with it tentatively at the end of every day; character analysis, the good and lengthy kind that makes my soul ache and my brain stretch. i am also very into reading outside lately, especially at the end of the day when the sun is setting. i eat a lot of girl dinners on the porch with a book these days

tagged by: @radiowallet (thank u!!!!)

np tags: @sweetly-yours-and-mine, @psychedelic-ink, @ezrasbirdie, @iamskyereads, @javier-pena, @alexturner, @nelson-riddle-me-this, @theredviper, @moonlight-prose

#misc.

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bluestar22x · 8 months ago

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Cool. And now you've made me want to tell mine:

It's funny to me cause LiveJournal is where i started. Well, not technically. Technically I was on a fan blog the CW network made for Supernatural. During the summer before Season 3 (I was maybe 13 or so) I got into that blog (the "CW lounge") and they had SPN Fanfics on there, among many other things (we used to play a lot of fan games and discuss the show on there too). Sometimes they gave links to their LiveJournal accounts so it was the 1st fanfic site I lurked. (I never joined LiveJournal)

I wrote 2 fanfics for Supernatural for myself before I finally joined Fanfiction net in 2010 and wrote many more there. I also wrote a bit for 12 Monkeys (Syfy), Dominion (Syfy), and one fic for 911 Lone Star. These are all shows where I took part in fandom. I was a fan of many other shows (Heartland (CBC), Person Of Interest. Nikita (CW), etc.), but didn't feel the need to interact with every fandom.

Fanfics and gifs are my thing. I joined Tumblr in 2015 for the gifs more so than any human interactions. I just wanted to reblog gifs at first. I later live watched and reblogged Tumblr comments for Supernatural and 911 Lone Star episodes.

I never knew about the Pedro fandom until recently either. I got Disney+ for the first time the summer of 2022 and Din was my intro to the Pedro fandom. (Just ignore the fact I'd seen Pedro in The Mentalist and Nikita before but didn't recognize him when Din had his helmet off).

I'd already been in the fandom for The Last of Us (mainly for Joel) for at least a month before I got to see Din. So I loved Joel before I knew Pedro (but I knew he'd do the role justice when the BTS pics started really rolling out and the first TLOU trailer sold me).

I spent several months watching his guest star roles on youtube and watching some of his movies while also reading fics on here. "The Crush" by @the-ginger-hedge-witch was the first Pedro character fic I read (Javier Pena). I don't think I was even done watching Narcos by that point (it took me a while to get around to Season 3).

By the time TLOU Season 1 aired I was reading Pedro character fanfics on here constantly. Also on AO3 too. But I don't like AO3's set-up. I'm hardly on there (except to archive fics for safe keeping). I didn't want to join AO3 but when someone took down their fic on Tumblr and only had it on AO3 I joined AO3 so I could bookmark the fanfic. It's just an archive for me, through and through.

I wrote for Joel just after TLOU was done airing, my first reader fic EVER. I also was not used to reading/writing reader fics - Supernatural fics were almost always 3rd person, sometimes 1st person for romantic fics. It took time for me to like reading and writing in 2nd person "you". I still prefer 3rd person but I like that in reader fics I don't have to describe the reader's appearance. lol

June 2023 was when I caved and started writing Pedro character fics on the regular.

This fandom is also unique to me. I've enjoyed many actors' work but it's not often I follow an actor (I don't even follow Jensen Ackles after Supernatural and I loved him playing Dean and think he's a great actor). Even with Pedro if there's no chance I'll like the show/movie I'll just skip it or I'll only watch the character's scenes. I'm not crazy over The Bubble, but you bet your ass I love reading Dieter fics. Same with Javi G.

What I like about fanfics in this fandom is there's a character for every story. You want to write an end of the world fanfic? Use Joel. A survival fic? (Or camping trip!) Use Frankie. A one night stand fic? Use Javier Pena (or not, that man could totally settle down in Texas). Want a grumpy grump grump male lead? Pick Pero. Want a softie to turn you to mush? Pick Javi G. Want to treat your inner dark side? Pick Dave. There's always a match out there for every fic and every person.

I'm pretty selective about my fics cause I like them more canon based (at least in characterization) but even then I find a ton of fics. The best ones usually have under 1,000 notes - usually - I have found a few over 1,000 that are amazing too - but most super popular fics don't know the characters imo - it's more about what they want the character to do to them/kinky stuff rather than staying true to the character. Nothing wrong with headcanons, but I prefer it to feel like something I could picture them doing on screen. If they allowed smut on screen in detail. (I also pick fics based on my personal preferences after the fic passes the "canon test". Usually. I have a few guilty pleasures that made the characters a bit out of character).

Anyway, I've said too much. But that's my fandom story.

Thought I'd randomly give a friendship bracelet to someone on the Scout list (to be fair since I know many of you in passing) and my finger landed on your username. :)

I'm always curious about how people entered the fandom - so I'm curious to know how you did?

(I tend to get long winded when I explain my origin so don't be afraid of being detailed)

hi!! thank you 🧡🥰 I love it!

I'm kind of excited to answer! ok here come the details. I've been in fandom in general for what feels like forever -- I started reading fic when I was like 11 or 12 and discovered ffnet (I turn 37 this month). I hopped from there to livejournal to various individual ship sites (we used to do it that way before ao3, for anyone who doesn't remember) to like, yahoo groups, and back to ffnet.

Then I got a tumblr in ... 2010ish? Not this account, I created this one last October so I could be more involved in this fandom and post fics. So my other one has been around forever (yeah I was here for dashcon and everything else lmao), and I was a fan in many fandoms, but I was never a creator. I think my post with the most notes was from when I watched Hannibal and liveblogged about it (I wasn't in the Hannibal fandom, before anyone asks). I was pretty active on tumblr until the end of 2018, less active until 2022, and then I came back in a sort of chill way. I wasn't posting much, just reblogging and scrolling.

On the fic side, I got an ao3 account in 2012 after reading without an account for like a year (RIP to all those bookmarks that never were). I've been reading fic daily for like, most of my life at this point, but ao3 changed the game in such a huge way. It's weird to think back to what life was like before ao3! (as of today I have 9235 bookmarks on ao3)

Then in spring 2023 I discovered that the Pedro fandom existed. Honestly I'm sad I didn't know about it before, I feel like it would have helped me through 2020 and 2021 if I did. I read my first ever x reader fic (rough day) and then went looking for the author on tumblr. (I will admit I had a bias against x reader before I tried it myself. I think that's not abnormal for those of us who came from fandoms that didn't have it.) Then I discovered people on tumblr and discord were talking about all of the things I wanted to talk about with Din, Joel, and Pedro (Din and Joel were my entry to this fandom, despite my first fav Pedro character being Oberyn). I read some Din and Joel fics, realized how much I liked all of this, and then couldn't get the idea for Over Again out of my head. I started writing it in my notes app last April and created a side blog when I started posting it. Then in October I turned this into a full blog instead, so I could reply and interact as much as possible! (the side blog is still attached to my old blog and I use it as the updates blog now - @burntheedges-updates)

Having been in so many fandoms previously, I love that this one is sort of unique in how we follow one actor's characters rather than stick to one piece of media (or a universe). I've honestly never seen anything like it, but it's easily my favorite fandom that I've been in. It's also the first time I've written any fic at all since I was like 15.

I almost listed all of the fandoms I've ever followed/been in on tumblr but decided not to. lol I can if anyone wants to know! thank you for asking and letting me ramble. 🧡

#Get To Know Me 2024

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sirtadcooper · 4 years ago

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Javier Peña and the Brown-Nosed Bear

Fandom: Narcos Category: Gen, Humour, Crack Relationships: Javier Peña & Steve Murphy Characters: Javier Peña, Steve Murphy Word Count: 1,900+ For: @djarsdin and @javierian.

Warnings: Swearing, drug mentions, crack (as in a silly idea) treated far too seriously, period inaccuracies, food, McDonald’s.

Summary: Javier Peña is not having a good day so Steve Murphy brings him a McDonald’s Happy Meal to cheer him up.

Notes: This makes no sense. The Happy Meal menu is from the UK in 2021, the toys are from 2018 and the boys are in the 1980s. But just go with it, for me, pretty please?

This, all of this, was inspired by @djarsdin’s tag “someone get this man a happy meal” under this already dryly funny post by @javierian. This is for both of you. :)

Any Spanish is from Google Translate so please forgive me if it’s wrong.

(One-shot.)

Javier Peña and the Brown-Nosed Bear

Javier is staring blankly down at a page, cigarette hanging loosely from one hand as he cups his chin with the other. The typewritten words are blurring and he’s read the same paragraph countless times now, in limbo, unable to get any further.

A small red box, having evidently just been thrown in his direction, lands with a soft thud right under his nose. Javi jerks back with a start, blurry black and white suddenly replaced with bright red and… yellow? Javi blinks, his tired eyes finally focus — it’s a McDonald’s Happy Meal.

“There,” says Steve, “now cheer the fuck up.”

He sets two soda cups down safely on the desk and throws himself down onto his chair with enough force to send it rolling backwards a few feet. Identical Happy Meal box cradled lovingly on his lap, he rolls the chair forwards with his feet until he’s close enough to his desk again to put his boots up on it.

Looking over, Steve nods meaningfully at Javi’s paperwork.

Javi follows his gaze. “Shit.”

Javi’s half cigarette has been dropping flakes of ash onto his page. He swipes the tiny flakes away with the side of his hand — when only faint grey stains remain on the crisp white paper, he rests the still lit cigarette on the rim of the ashtray and leaves it sitting there, hazy wisps of smoke rising into the air.

“You look like shit,” Steve comments needlessly around a huge bite of a chicken burger.

Javi grimaces, rubbing at his tired eyes. He feels like shit, he doesn’t need to be told, thank you, he wants to say. Instead, he says aloud, “How’d things go with your C.I.?”

Chewing noisily, Steve shrugs. “No shop talk over dinner. I’ll tell you later. Eat up.”

With a pointed look, Javi sets the paperwork aside. Perhaps he will try to finish it again later, perhaps tomorrow, or even better still it may find itself in Steve’s annoyingly sparse inbox.

Opening the red and yellow box, Javi finds a bag of fries and a box of chicken nuggets. He hadn’t realised how hungry he was — as soon as the scent of fried fast food hits his nostrils his mouth starts to water. He glances at the clock — well after four in the afternoon. Last time he had checked it was just before one.

“Oh — almost forgot.” Steve plunges his hand into his jacket pocket. First he places a tiny tub of ketchup on Javi’s side of their desk, then a wad of napkins an inch thick.

“Your kid joining us?” Javi asks, meaning the excessive collection of napkins, but concentrating on pulling the lid off the ketchup dip.

Steve, halfway through his chicken burger already, adopts an enigmatic expression. “I’ve learned to be prepared.”

Javi is absolutely ravenous — the chicken nuggets and fries after almost a day’s unintended fasting are heavenly.

They both eat in companionable silence until—

Crunch!

Javi looks up from his food, takes a moment to register what’s in front of his eyes. “What the fuck is that?”

“It’s a carrot stick.”

“What’s it doing in a kid’s meal?” Javi asks, and then, more to himself, “Why am I eating a kid’s meal?”

“One — it’s healthy. Connie and I are watching what we eat right now and trying to keep in shape.” Javi can think of other ways two married people could keep in shape, but hasn’t the chance to voice his opinion as Steve carries on, “Two — shut up, it’s tasty, ain’t it? And three — I thought it might cheer you up, you’ve been a real downer today.” He doesn’t use a finger to emphasise each point, rather a wiggle of a carrot stick with the end bitten off. Javi decides instantly that he doesn’t like that.

“I’m touched,” he says dryly, dipping a fry in his sauce. He really is touched by the kind thought from his partner, but the kind thought is wrapped in so many layers of hillbilly bullshit that it’s hard to find the words to express that. He leaves his gratitude unsaid, veers the conversation away. “How did you order all this, anyways? Your Spanish isn’t that good.”

Steve appears offended, which Javi knows to mean that he isn’t offended at all. “Hey, I know the words for ‘drug dealer’ and ‘cocaine’ and ‘gun’.”

Javi peers into his red and yellow box — only a plastic bag with something black inside remains. “I don’t see any cocaine in here,” Javi mutters under his breath, deliberately loud enough to be heard.

“These carrot sticks are better than coke, believe me,” Steve says, shoving another piece of carrot into his mouth with a triumphant grin as if that proved it.

Javi shakes his head, sips on his soda. “Lying bastard.”

Steve’s expression gives nothing away.

“I just pointed at what I wanted. Took me a few attempts but I got there in the end. How do you say carrot sticks in Spanish? Just, you know, for future reference.”

“Palo de mierda,” Javi tells him with a straight face, without hesitation.

“What?”

“Palo de mierda,” Javi says again, unrepentant — he holds in a breath, hoping that Steve doesn’t catch on. He needn’t have worried.

Steve repeats it a few times, committing the phrase to memory. Javi stuffs a whole chicken nugget in his mouth before he can laugh.

They lapse into silence again — or as silent as it can be when one of them is crunching on raw carrots.

Chicken burger and carrot sticks finished, Steve wipes mayo off of his moustache with a napkin. A few minutes later when Javi reaches for a napkin from the pile as well, Steve looks very pleased with himself.

Javi starts tidying up, collecting the leftover rubbish from his desk and putting it inside his red box. Only his soda remains to be finished.

“Nice,” Steve says and Javi looks up — he’s got a little stuffed penguin toy in a plastic bag. “My little girl’s gonna love this.”

Javi reaches into his box and pulls out a bag too — it’s a black thing with a brown nose and tummy, some kind of stuffed animal he doesn’t recognise. He turns it over — there’s a card inside.

SLOTH BEAR, it reads.

“Here you go,” Javi says, lifting himself out of his chair to reach across their desk made out of two desks. He holds out the sloth bear in its plastic bag for Steve to take — but Steve doesn’t make a move, just stares at Javi like he’s sprouted an extra head that’s just told him the sky isn’t blue. Catching his look, Javi asks, “What? It’s for your kid.”

“No, no, man, that’s yours,” Steve says, shaking his head along with every ‘no’.

Javi doesn't retreat, just shakes his outstretched hand as if to tempt him — the little bear in the bag jumps up and down and the plastic crinkles noisily with the movement. (Javi hasn’t thought of the Serpent tempting Eve in the Garden of Eden for a long time.)

After a few moments of them staring stubbornly at each other, bear in a bag suspended between them, Javi falls back into his chair with a huff. He looks down at the bear in his hands. “What am I going to do with this?”

Steve rolls his eyes and lifts up his hand, fingers wiggling to beckon Javi — or the bear — to him.

He gets the bear — it flies across the desk and slaps him on the cheek with some force, bouncing off of him and to the ground. Steve bends over in his chair and it rolls back slightly as he strains to reach the bear where it has landed. He straightens, the bear clenched securely in his fist, and fixes Javi with an outraged look. “What the hell?”

Javi takes a drag of his half-finished cigarette, blows out the smoke. “It’s a tiny stuffed animal, Steve, it can’t feel a thing.”

“He’s got a brown nose.”

“He?” Javi mutters to himself, but is talked over.

“He’s got a brown nose, d’you know what that means?” Steve points at the bear’s pale brown muzzle, just in case Javi hasn’t noticed — he has noticed, he just doesn’t see why the hell he should care.

Steve’s expecting an answer — Javi rolls his eyes, feebly attempts, “He — it — has been using a sun bed wrong?”

“No, it means he’s your mascot,” Steve declares with childlike glee.

Javi blinks in the face of Steve’s unaccountable delight. “You’re losing it, Murphy.”

“He is. Think about it — how much brown-nosing do you and me have to do on a weekly basis? It’s a fuckton. I can handle it fine because I am calm and collected and an excellent people person — but you? You look like you’re constipated the whole time — quit flipping me the bird, man, I’m serious here — and the big cheeses know it, Javi, they’ll start taking a real dislike to you. But this bear is an expert, look at him, it’s all over his face. You take inspiration from him and he’ll show you how to brown-nose like the best of them.”

Steve holds out the bear in the bag for Javi to take. The three of them stare at each other — Steve with a look of ridiculous seriousness, Javi with straight-up disbelief, and the bear with the blank expression of the fucking inanimate.

“Kiss my ass,” Javi says, and in one swift and graceful movement he’s out of his chair and heading for the restroom. His knees protest after sitting for most of the day but he’s not fucking stopping. He has to get away from this maniac. “I’m going for a piss,” he throws over his shoulder as he disappears into the corridor.

When he returns several minutes later Steve is gone — but the brown-nosed bear is unwrapped from its plastic bag and nestled in between his outbox and his pen pot.

Javi sighs, but the bear stays.

TWO DAYS LATER

“Ambassador Noonan wants to see us about my C.I.,” Steve tells Javi, almost apologetic, as he puts the phone back on the hook.

“Both of us? Great,” Javi says, the final word sounding chipper but dripping with sarcasm.

They both head for their desks, collecting I.D. badges from drawers and putting their coats on. Steve fiddles with his hair — which makes very little difference, Javi thinks — and picks up his car keys. “I’ll drive,” he says, and goes on ahead.

The brown-nosed bear catches Javi’s eye as he turns to leave. He pauses despite himself, mutters, “Fuck it.”

He puts the bear in his pocket and follows Steve out of the building.

In the meeting, every time Noonan says something that will needlessly halt their progress in catching Escobar, Javi squeezes the bear hidden in his pocket and tries to look less ‘constipated’, as Steve succinctly put it.

Steve’s C.I. will get them a small step closer to Escobar but a small step is better than none at all. Noonan is pleased, grants them some extra funds and manpower to follow the C.I.’s lead. In all, the meeting goes much better than usual — they leave with more than they arrived with.

Javi and Steve are descending the stairs to the underground parking lot together when Javi says, “Palo de zanahoria.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Palo de zanahoria. Carrot sticks. In Spanish.”

#narcos #javier peña #javier pena #steve murphy #narcos netflix #mcdonalds #djarsdin #userjoanne #javierian #*mine #*fanfic #javierian we have never interacted i don't think but please accept this crackfic for you <3 #i'll hopefully post this to my ao3 too

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otherthingsinhead · 6 years ago

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My Girl

Pairing: Reader x Javier Peña

Warnings: language / smut

Request: @technicallykawaiisoul

Can I request a Javier Peña x reader fanfic, maybe she's a famous detective from another country and she starts to work with Javi & Steve, and maybe Steve teases Javi about her and maybe a lit fluff & smut😉

“What was that?”

“What?”

“You’ve just volunteered your weekend for shopping. You really wanna pick and choose curtains and pillows with Y/N?”

“Yeah, she just came to the city and needs to make her apartment more like home. And I need some sheets and stuff in my place too.” Javier said under his mustache causing Steve to chuckle so hard he nearly spat his coffee across the table.

“Your sheets are changed often, huh?” He laughed but Javi just shook his head, grinning.

“You won’t rest until you get into her panties, will you?”

“It might surprise you but I don’t get laid with every woman I find attractive.”

“Attractive? You find Y/N attractive?! I think there's a better way of putting it.” Steve said teasingly. Javier’ eyes widened and the first time since you left the office, his heart began to race.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked trying not to sound desperate.

“You can’t deny it forever you have a crush on her.”

“Fuck off, Murphy!” Javier scoffed putting a cigarette into his mouth. He didn’t realize his feelings for the beautiful, new member of their team were so obvious.

“Oh, c’mon Javi, you look like a little boy seeing a puppy every time she enters the room.” Steve continued as Javier took his jacket and showed him a middle finger as a response.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“I hope you don’t have much plans for tonight!”

“Why?”

“Connie wants you to come over for dinner.”

“That’s kind but...”

“It’s ok, no pressure. Then we’ll be just the three of us.”

“Three?”

“Connie, I and Y/N.”

“She invited Y/N too?”

“And she said happily yes.”

“Maybe I can... cancel the... thing.” Javi mumbled but his words died in Steve’s giggling.

Javier denied his feelings for you. He convinced himself it was only physical attraction even after he found himself thinking about you day and night and started to find excuses to see you. Living in the apartment next to yours made it easy to knock on your door any time of the day and ask for some milk or a little help in the kitchen.

He never got enough of you. How could he? You were beautiful, sharp-witted, funny and wise. He loved your enthusiasm for your work and adored how much you cared for the people of this country. But his favorite thing about you was your laughter because it sent the most warming feelings through his chest melting his heart utterly.

The need of finding Escobar has never been so urgent since he started killing people. You couldn’t bear the weight of responsibility and the only thing always helped was Javi. His embracing arms brought comfort to your distressed soul after a shocking news of someone’s death. Your partnership quickly grew into a friendship what you needed so much in that foreign, chaotic country.

Friendship. You were friends and it was something you had to remind yourself from time to time. Since the first time you met Javier, you had an amiable feeling towards him. His smile was unbearably adorable and whenever he gave you a tiny bit of smile your stomach fluttered uncontrollably. The combination of his charismatic charm and desirable features was dangerous enough in itself but the small compliments and light physical contacts he gave you made your heart want to jump out of your chest. It took all your strength to keep your calmness around him. You’ve heard the rumors about his sexual life and albeit you’ve never seen his so-called girlfriends you could imagine him as a womanizer.

Connie wasn’t a notable cook but she did a great job with the dinner. And honestly, that macaroni was the best thing had happened with you on that week. It was so relaxing to sit around with friends and talk about everything but narcos.

After the third drink, you felt your head dizzy a little bit and sitting next to Javier just made it worse. He was in a flirty mood too and you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed his attention.

“Ok guys, I have to ask.” Connie stated after drinking up her glass of red. “Is there something between the two of you? Are you guys dating or something?” She asked causing Steve to chuckle into his drink.

“What?” She blinked between her husband and the gaping guests. “Aren’t they look cute together?!”

“No, Connie, there’s nothing between Y/N and I. Nothing more than friendship, right?” Javier said looking down at you. He seemed so calm and it made your uneasiness to grow.

“Yes! Exactly. I mean... Javi and I?! Seriously?” You giggled.

“Uh... Am I not good enough for you?” Javier smiled, his voice almost scolding.

“No, I... Sorry, I-I just can’t imagine having a date with you, like... you know.... I mean... Can you imagine?” The words came stuttering out of your mouth, hands trembling and wine swirling nervously in your glass. For a moment it seemed like the air was soo thick with silence you could barely breathe.

“Uh... I think she means you’re partners and dating with each other would be unprofessional.” Steve's voice came as a joyful surprise. “Ok, sweetheart can we get to the dessert instead of making our guests uncomfortable?”

“Actually, I’m full and I still have some work to do so...” Javier said exchanging a look of understanding with Steve. “Thanks for the lovely dinner but if you don’t mind I would just take my leave.”

It wasn’t until Javier left the room that you realized how much you hurt him. And it felt horrible. After the dessert, you went downstairs to your apartment and walking by Javier’s door you felt a strong urge to knock on it. But you didn’t.

Sleep didn’t come. You turned and curled in your bed thinking about the events of the night. The pleasant feelings of Javier’s arm around your shoulder, his voice in your ears, his smile! And then the look on his face when you said you wouldn’t date with him. Even if it was only theoretical. But was it though?

Since you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep you decided to go to the kitchen for some water but soon you found yourself on the cold corridor of the building with a solid decision in your mind to knock on Javier’s door.

A huge wave of embarrassment swept through your body as you were standing in front of his door, waiting for him to open it. You wished he didn’t hear your knocking. He did.

“Y/N?” A frightened look on Javier’s face as he opened the door and find you standing there barefoot, in a nightgown. “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Yes, Yes, I... I... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t wake you up, I just... I couldn’t sleep, because... well, you know I... I know I hurt you with my words and, and, and I just wanted to tell you, I don’t think you’re not worthy of dating, actually... I-I-I think you’re a really kind guy and have a lovely personality and I’m sure you’d be an amazing boyfriend and, and, and... And I am sorry and... and that’s all.” You swallowed.

“Y/N, you came back in the middle of the night to tell me you would date me?”

“Yes... No! I just, just wanted to apologize.” You said but felt your cheeks burn like hell because you both know it wasn’t the truth.

Javier’s frown faded giving way to his eyes to shine. The last thing you saw was an adorable half-smile plastering on his mouth, then you closed your eyes and clung to his neck, pressing your lips onto the smirk. The strong arms instinctively found their ways around the small of your back, keeping you close to his unclothed upper body.

His kiss was sweet and soft and you fully lost yourself in it missing the moment when he pulled you into his apartment and closed the door behind you. His hands still lingered upon your hips, holding you steady against the door as he deepened the kiss causing your body to override with the pleasure his tongue was giving you. Oh, what a wonderful kisser he was! A small whimper of disappointment left your throat when he pulled away.

“I wanna take you to my bedroom.” He confessed. Dark lust shone through his eyes.

“Ok.” You panted simply.

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

“Yes, Yes, I am. I want this, I... I want this with you.” You said but you didn’t sound convincing so you continued. “It’s just sex, right?” You chuckled. “It’s not a big deal, we can... we-we’re grown people, we can have sex with each other if we...” Your breath hitched in your throat at the look on his face.

“No, I can’t do this.”

“What?”

“I can’t have sex with you Y/N. I can’t if it means nothing to you.”

You couldn’t say a word just stood there panting, trying to control yourself as you stared into his eyes.

“I like you.” He continued. “I do. And I want to make this work. I want us to work.”

“Javi, I...”

“Tell me you want the same. So I can make love to you.” A sudden rush of flutter you felt in your stomach mixed with a bitter feeling.

“Javi, you know I’m here for work. As soon as we catch Escobar I’ll leave the country.” You whispered and watched him shaking his head with disappointment. You took his face in your hands, making him look up at you.

“But I like you too. And I want you to make love to me.” You smiled and he kissed you. And his kiss felt sweeter than before.

He knew you won’t stay forever and this both released him and terrified him. He didn’t want to fall in love with you. He didn’t want to fall in love at all that’s why he chose his lovers from hookers. And yet the intoxicant feelings that overwhelmed him at your presence was racing through his veins like wildfire.

Taking your hands in his he led you to the bedroom where he gently pushed you down onto the bed. His eyes were full of lust and your body was full of anticipation. He pushed you back into the bed crawling over you and his lips captured yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Your arms naturally wrapping around his neck and your fingers tangling in his hair. Dark and soft just like his gaze upon you as he pulled away from the kiss only to see the delicious expression of need on your face.

“I’ve been waiting for this so long.” He smiled tucking a hand under the hem of your nightgown and raising goosebumps on your skin.

Before you could say anything he bent down to claim your lips again. His hand glided along your thigh and your ribs until it reached a breast with inviting, stiffened nipple. You tried to bite back the soft moan that escaped as he rolled the ball of his thumb over the sensitive area, but it escaped with a shudder. You could tell from his growing smirk that it drove him crazy and the rising bulge palpable against your thigh could confirm that too.

As he moved to trail wet kisses along your jawline and neck you tried to catch your breath. His mouth moved perfectly against the sensitive spots sending waves of heavenly vibrations through your nerves and made your body unintentionally wiggle beneath his.

It took a few moments until you realized he had been getting rid of his pants. Your panties and nightgown quickly followed as he pulled off and threw them carelessly to the floor. Then he laid on his back, pulled you on top of him and paused, giving an admiring stare to your naked body. You’ve never felt so confident before. Locking your gaze with his you reached for him, carefully wrapping your fingers around his fully hardened erection. A sharp inhale escaped him.

Having him panting between your thighs made you want him inside you more than ever and he looked like he desperately wanted it too. He sat up and your body lighted up with pleasure as he latched his mouth on your nipple sucking and nipping it heatedly while rubbing an expert thumb gently against your clit. The soft massage he gave to your throbbing core turned you into a moaning mess.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Javier breathed. “I have to finish you up way too quickly if you keep making these sweet noises.”

Your mouth moved to reply but couldn’t form a single word as he captured your lips with his, kissing you with growing hunger.

When he broke the kiss again, you seized the opportunity to bury your head into the crook of his neck and press him back to the pillows only to taste every inch of soft skin you found the way down to his belly. Your hands still working on his length. Judging by the shaky breaths and loud moans he enjoyed your caresses.

“It seems like I’m not the only one here making sweet noises.” You teased him peering up through your lashes and gently bit into his belly. He was already so close, his erection felt painfully full and throbbing with every motion of your hand.

“I wouldn’t think you can be such a tease.” He said sitting up and tossing you onto your back again. “I like it.”

He reached under a pillow and pulled out a shiny package. The bare thought of having him inside you, made you shiver. After he put on the condom he leaned over you again and lined up his length with your soaking entrance. His eyes scouting your expression as he entered you slowly, deliciously slowly, allowing your walls to adjust his size. You quivered a silent moan and tightened your grips on his shoulders at the feeling of him filling you all the way up and sending tiny explodes of pleasure to your nerves all over your body.

You bucked your hips up and whimpered at the feeling of the sharp difference between constant alternation of fullness and emptiness. The room was loud with the sound of heavy breathing, moaning and screams. You started to feel a coil in your tummy tighten with every thrust he made and hearing him growling with pleasure pushed you closer and closer to the edge of your climax.

You couldn’t help but cried out his name when your walls convulsed around him in a divine manner you’ve never experienced before. It was his undoing and with a deep, rusty moan he pumped his cum inside you.

His eyes were closed and he felt his body weighted down, crushing yours into the bedding. He raised his head and smiled shyly at you. He looked exhausted but his beaming face made him irresistibly kissable. You couldn’t stop smiling as he snogged you amorously.

He rolled beside you and rested his head on your chest nestling between your arms. Taking a deep breath you inhaled his scent trying to savor the moment of the complete happiness and satisfaction. You spent a few minutes just laying in each other's arms in silence. He listened to your beating heart as you twirled your fingers through his hair.

“So... Are we still on for shopping tomorrow?” You asked lacing your fingers with his soft locks and pulling his head so you could look into his eyes.

“Of course.” He answered and placed his palm on your breast with tender care, gently rubbing the skin on it. “I wouldn’t mind spending more time with my girl.”

His last two words echoed in your mind and you couldn’t hide the gloominess that possessed your face. He frowned.

“I don’t wanna give up on us.” He said with a serious expression on his cute face then kissed your pursing lips with such need you wondered if he was ready to make you his again. He couldn’t help but moan as his hips bucked into your touch.

“Is this what I think this is?”

“Uh-hm.” He hummed against your lips. “We don’t know... how much longer... can we be together so... we have to use our time wisely.” He rustled between kisses he planted on the way from your neck to your breasts and you knew you were ready to give yourself to him fully. Not only your body but also your heart.

MASTERLIST

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bluestar22x · 1 year ago

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Sweet Summer Masterlist

Series Summary: Being back in his hometown is an adjustment for Javi, to say the least, but maybe hanging out with a pretty woman will help? Her sweetness might just be what he needs in his life.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Virgin!Reader (She’s in her 30s, just late to the game)

Rating: 18+ series

Warnings: Some fowl language, smut, POV changes between chapters (Javi 3rd person, Reader 2nd)

Author’s Note: I don’t know how this came to be. I was just thinking about some fanfic tropes and insecurities real girls have the other night and one thing led to another and I started writing and thought Javi fit the story best (you’ll see why in the July part). I hope this reads enough like Javi. I’m thinking this will be 3 parts. Also, I didn’t have a reason for choosing that gif except it’s nice.

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June

July

August

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Follow Up Oneshots

New Year’s Promise

The Weekend

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Main Masterlist

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#Narcos #Narcos Fanfic #Javier Pena #Javier Pena Fanfic #Javier Pena Fanfic (Mine)#X Reader #Fanfiction #Mine #Pedro Pascal Character Fanfic #Sweet Summer Series #Complete

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bluestar22x · 1 year ago

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June

Sweet Summer - June

Summary: It’s another Friday night drinking alone in a bar, but this time it doesn’t have to be.

Pairing: Javier Pena x Virgin!Reader (She’s in her 30s, just late to the game)

Rating: 18+ series

Warnings: None really for this chapter, besides a curse word or two. Pretty tame. Reader has some insecurities but Javi also has his own. Reader does have some physical descriptions, but her race is unidentified.

Word Count: 2,604

Author’s Note: Like I said on the masterlist, not sure how this came to be, but here you go.

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Laredo, Texas

A lot had changed since Javier Pena had retired from the DEA, but some habits were hard to kick. Not just smoking (he was back on nicotine chews, for however long that would last) but also his frequenting of bars.

He spent most of the week working with his father on the ranch, repairing fences and moving cattle to whatever part of the property they were supposed to be grazing on depending on the season, but weekend nights were for wandering the small city, finding a bar, and drinking their liquor.

He’d spent a lot of time in bars in Colombia, drinking away the stress of the day, his regrets, and the violent images that haunted him day and night. His reasons for drinking hadn’t changed much in Laredo, though boredom could be added to the list. It wasn’t like he wanted his old job back, but he did miss some of the unpredictably. Maybe he just needed a hobby. Something new and exciting in his life. He’d joined the DEA and left Laredo for a reason, for a purpose and for an adventure. But what to do or where to go now were questions he couldn’t easily find answers to anymore.

He didn’t expect to find them with someone else either. But life’s funny like that.

It was an unbearably hot Friday night in early June when he ended up in the same room as her. He’d planted himself down on a stool at a bar on the second floor of a busy cowboy themed restaurant and had already thrown back a shot of whiskey when he spotted her.

It wasn’t her appearance that drew him to her. She was pretty enough, sure, but he’d seen plenty of pretty woman in his time. She was dressed nice enough as well, a black blouse and tight blue jeans, but still, far from unusual. What made her stand out was she was alone, sitting at a four person table, picking at a piece of grilled chicken - not like she had a lot on her mind or that she was sad, but rather like she was bored.

He could relate to that.

Javier hadn’t been with a woman for a startling long time (for him). Not since returning from Colombia for the final time. Too lost in his thoughts and too busy on the ranch to particularly care for once. And it wasn’t so easy to find women in Laredo, mostly because he hadn’t tried very hard to find one and he wasn’t sure what he wanted with them. No strings attached like in Colombia? Or something more? He wasn’t sure if he was ready for the latter.

It wouldn’t hurt to talk to her though.

Javier stood and approached her table, drink still in hand.

“Flying solo too?” he inquired.

She glanced up at him, seemingly startled that someone had approached her. “Uh, yeah. I tend to do that now.”

Her eyes flitted over his frame, and she blushed when her dark eyes met his own afterwards. She let her eyes fall to the glass of Sprite next to her plate to train her expression before returning her gaze to him.

He smiled the most friendly smile he had in his arsenal to reassure her. She didn’t need to be embarrassed about looking him over. It was a compliment as far as he was concerned.

That she didn’t think it would be to him or that she was uncomfortable with showing her interest, and that she lacked a poker face made it clear to him she was of a more shy personality type. Probably even inexperienced. He was used to being with confident women, experienced women who knew all the right things to do and say, but he wasn’t going to be that guy who’d dismiss a woman for that alone.

“Now?” he prompted, curious.

She sighed heavily. “New job. New city. No familiar faces. And I don’t make friends easy. I once got told by a classmate in middle school I was too intimidating. Apparently my resting face is bitchy.”

“Doesn’t hurt to be a little intimating,” he informed her, studying her face again. He still didn’t know what the hell that kid had been talking about though. She looked pleasant enough to him. “Helps keep the wrong kind of people away.”

“And the right,” she countered, taking a sip of her drink. The way she had reached with need for it, he wondered if it wasn’t just Sprite. “So, what’s your name?”

“Javier,” he replied, surprised she’d taken the initiative. “But most call me Javi. You?”

She flashed him a small smile, a great one, and told him her name. “You wanna sit down?”

She gestured at the seat across from hers. Her expression was unreadable, but her voice gave away nervousness, afraid of rejection even though he was the one who had strolled over to her table.

“Sure,” he said as brightly as his temperament allowed, taking the seat swiftly.

“So what are you doing here alone?” she asked. “Not a local either?”

“No, I am,” Javier answered, placing his drink on the table. “I just don’t have many friends either and the ones I have are not from around here.”

“Another forced loner?”

“Not forced,” he corrected. “Just haven’t put in the effort in a long time.”

He hadn’t really had a friendship outside of work since high school. There was Connie, his old partner’s wife, but still, he’d only gotten to know her because he had worked with Steve.

His love life hadn’t been much different. There had been Lorraine before he’d left Laredo, but otherwise his romantic encounters (if they could be called that) had since always had some kind of connection to work.

He’d told himself it was because the job didn’t allow for it, not really (after all it had nearly torn Steve and Connie apart), but it had also been rooted in a fear he refused to admit.

She leaned in towards him, like she had a secret to tell. “I have to admit, I haven’t either.”

“Why not?” Javier inquired, eyebrows slightly raised. Not because he was shocked by any means, but rather because of the moves she was making.

Never underestimate.

“I was busy with college and then finding a job after,” she explained, pausing, hesitating to say more. “I didn’t take care of myself as much as I should’ve because of it, and the result made me more prone to sticking to streaming Netflix than going out with any potential friends.”

“I can relate to not taking care of yourself well enough,” he told her. “I’m currently trying to quit smoking.”

“Not for the first time,” she guessed, no question or judgement in her tone.

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s not easy,” she said, quietly, eyes downcast. “Giving up a bad habit. Especially if it’s a stress reliever.”

It was Javier’s turn to feel awkward. He tapped some fingers on the table. This was getting deep fast. Too much serious talk, not enough flirting.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked.

Her eyes widened and he laughed, shaking his head at his careless words. “I meant to walk through main street. I could point out some places. Since you’re new and all.”

She blushed again over having assumed he was jumping the gun, but recovered faster than last time. She chewed on her lip, and wasn’t that the prettiest fucking thing? “Sure.”

She called for her waitress and after she paid her bill they headed out onto the street shoulder to shoulder.

Laredo was a product of its heritage. Lots of festive color and lights. Lots of buildings that felt like their base plans had been ripped out of an old western that could’ve taken place before settlers really took a hold in Texas. They really hadn’t in this city. Most residents were still of Mexican or Central American heritage.

A lot of the locally owned restaurants reflected this. Javier pointed out some of his favorites as they passed them and she took genuine interest. Where she lacked confidence, she made up in earnestness. She seemed to hang onto his every word and never missed an opportunity to ask questions. She could easily make someone feel important, like their opinions mattered, if they were inclined to that kind of mindset.

He pointed out some bars too, but while she showed interest in his words she didn’t in the actual places.

“I don’t drink,” she explained eventually. “Alcohol doesn’t mix well with my family members. Medically. My father ended up in the ER a few times in his youth trying to ignore it.”

Javier was very grateful that wasn’t an issue he’d had to contend with.

“So, you seem to have a refined palette,” she said as they turned a corner, onto a less crowded road. “You in the restaurant business?”

He chuckled. “Hardly. And I definitely do not have a refined palette. I was a DEA agent. I work with my dad on the ranch now. You?”

“I am a marketing assistant,” she replied, stride faltering, twisting to face him. “What kind of ranch?”

If nothing else, this woman kept surprising him. Most people tended to hyper focus on his past job as an agent rather than show interest in his current one. Texas was full of ranchers after all.

“Cattle. Beef.”

She nodded. “Cool. I had a short list of dream jobs growing up. Working on a ranch was one of them.”

“It’s not as glamorous as the movies make it out to be,” Javier told her. “There’s a lot of mending fences and cleaning up after animals.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” she said with a shrug. “I spent a summer at a horse camp back in upstate New York. We mucked stalls and took brooms to the aisles all morning, every morning.”

“Ah, so you’re a long way from home,” Javier noted. “Why here?”

“Best job opportunity I had,” she answered simply. She shrugged again. “And I wanted to get away. I was tired of being stifled by my parents. They mean well, but they’re overprotective and kind of always found a way to butt into my life. I’m an only child.”

“I am too,” he revealed, “But my parents weren’t scared to let me make my own mistakes.”

“Is that how you became a DEA agent?”

He raised his eyebrows, not sure how to take that, and she laughed. “I don’t mean that negatively. I just mean it’s not a safe job, running after drug dealers and drug lords. If I’d gotten into any kind of law enforcement I’d have been disowned.”

“Oh, my father wasn’t exactly fond of it either,” Javier informed her. “He tried to discourage me more than once. But I’m pretty stubborn.”

She grinned. “Of course.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She laughed. “Nothin’, cowboy.”

It wasn’t the first time a girl had called him cowboy, but it had been over a decade. It was strange, but the way she said it, so playfully, had him feeling something. The way she kept doing and saying unexpected things had him feeling something. There was a lot to her making him feel something honestly.

And he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a laid back conversation with a woman. It felt natural.

So it stung when she glanced down at her watch.

“On a schedule?” he teased, though he felt disappointed. He thought things had been going well.

She lifted her eyes back to his, and she noticed the disappointment in them. Her eyes widened slightly. “Don’t take that the wrong way! I’m having a great time talking with you, I just have to mind the time cause I have a dog at home.”

Javier relaxed, glad there was another reason that wasn’t bad news. “What kind?”

She smiled at his interest. “She’s a red and white Basenji. Her name is Trix.”

“Isn’t that those dogs that don’t bark?” Javier asked.

She huffed. “Sure. But they sure find other ways to make noise. They still have this type of yodel they use. Took forever to train Trix to stop using it constantly.”

He chuckled at the fond annoyance on her face.

“Do you have any dogs?”

“We used to have an Australian Shepherd when I was growing up,” Javier answered, “Beau. But now it’s just the horses and cattle and the few feral cats dad feeds occasionally so they stick around and kill off the barn mice.”

“Just,” she repeated, exaggerating the word. He was reminded that to her, that was a dream. “I hate to cut our walk off here, but I should head home before Trix makes a mess,” she continued with a sigh.

“Of course,” he said, giving her a nod and shoving his thumbs in his front jean pockets. “We can head back together.”

They retraced their steps and their conversation went on, falling onto favorite movies, favorite music, the usual typical basic stuff people getting to know each other tended to go over. He was pleasantly surprised she was into the same music as him. She was in her early thirties, not really that much younger than him, but he had an older man’s tastes when it came to entertainment. He’d grown up watching the movies and listening to the music his dad liked.

When they had finally made their way through the restaurant’s parking lot, up to her red 1990 Chevy Corsica, she turned to him, suddenly looking as unsure as she had when they’d first started talking.

“Sooo, I guess this is goodnight,” she said hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Javier said, lips curving upward. “I had a good time.”

She looked shell shocked. “You did?”

“Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “I’m just not used to people saying that about me.”

Shame on them. “Well, I did. And I’d really like your number.”

She beamed at him. “Sure, cowboy. Luckily I come prepared.”

She pulled a small notepad and pen out of the overloaded purse she’d been lugging around all night. “The girl scouts would be proud if I’d ever been a member.”

She jotted down her phone number and tore out the little page she’d written on, before passing it to him, a playful smile on her face again, her confidence boosted by his query. “Don’t lose it.”

“Want mine?” he offered.

“Even better.”

She handed him the notebook and pen and soon they both had a way to contact each other.

“I’ll call you,” he promised.

She nodded and there was a look in her eyes, a warmness in them, that had him leaning in for a kiss. It was a habit anyway. He wasn’t used to a first date without one.

Luckily she responded, leaning in, eyes flicking between his and his mouth, thinking too much as she seemed to tend to do. She bumped noses with him on the way and apologized but he just laughed it off, gently guiding her face the rest of the way until their lips met. The kiss was short and sweet, as innocent as she seemed until whenever she made one of her playful remarks. Not bad for a chaste one. And the way she chased his lips after he pulled away had him wishing that she didn’t have to go.

She grabbed onto one side of the collar of his plaid shirt. “Goodnight, Javi.”

He returned her goodbye as she met his eyes again and released him.

“Don’t leave me hanging,” she whispered in a pleading tone.

And with that she hopped into her car and left.

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The Weekend

Summary: Steve and Connie visit you and Javier in Texas; Connie realizes something new about you that changes everything.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (The same from my Sweet Summer Series - there is a mention of the reader having hair again, but no other details)

Rating: 18+ (to be safe)

Word Count: 3,790 (ish)

Warnings: Anxiety/angst, fluff, fowl language, pov changes, and mentions of pregnancy symptoms

Author’s Note: This can easily be read as a regular oneshot if you haven't read the series yet/don't want to. Anyway, I was so excited to write this one cause I've wanted to write Steve, Connie, and Chucho since all of last year, I just never thought of a plot for it until now. (Chucho still didn't get enough love here, but someday, maybe, it'll happen). Anyway, apparently I won't stop until pretty much every Pedro character is either a first time dad or a dad again. Sorry, not sorry.

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The first time you met Steve and Connie Murphy was on a weekend in mid-November, the same year you'd started dating Javier Peña. They'd driven from Florida with their daughter Olivia to stay at the ranch for a few days, Steve's excuse being that duck hunting season had started in Texas and he needed to show Javier how to actually shoot one, claiming his ex-partner was a shit shot and that it might take all weekend, leading to Javier to grumble under his breath and you to laugh.

They'd hugged despite initial hesitance from Javier and when he relaxed in Steve's embrace you understood then who they were to each other. Brothers, in every sense of the word but blood.

It only made sense from everything you'd gathered from Javier's father, the town, and later Connie and Steve himself. Colombia had been like a war zone, and war zones forged strong bonds, even unlikely ones. Not that Steve and Javier were all that different, you thought. After all, they'd shared the same goals while working together as DEA agents, they'd shared a similar capacity to do what needed to be done to reach those goals, and they'd both come back home with enough nightmares and regrets to last more than a lifetime. Connie had told you about nights where Steve startled from his sleep and didn't return to bed until morning and you'd shared with her that you'd caught Javier doing the same many times while you'd been dating, wandering outside in the middle of the night clearly in an attempt to empty his head of whatever was bothering him. Some nights he still smoked a cigarette or two before returning, the bad habit sometimes the only thing that helped calm him down at first, until he'd made some real progress with his therapist.

It was safe to say your first time meeting Connie and Steve had been eye-opening. It had helped you understand your boyfriend all the more, and you were grateful to them. Not just for the insight, but also for them having been there for Javier before you could be, and for them still wanting to be.

The second time they'd visited the ranch you and Javier were getting married and naturally Steve had been Javier's best man. Connie had also kindly accepted your offer to be maid of honor, since you hadn't had any real friends after you'd graduated college. Besides, after the first day you'd spent around her, you could've easily called her your best friend over all of your past friends. Connie was a very nice person.

You all had briefly seen each other once more when you and Javier had stopped by their house for a meal before heading out to the Keys for your honeymoon and that visit had been just as pleasant, ending with goodbyes and promises for future visits. You planned to make sure the Murphy family would always be a part of your lives.

And so they were back on the ranch the following November, Steve reaching out for Javier even as he roasted him once again. "Have to keep coming back until Javi is finally able to hit a bird. Any bird at this rate will do."

"Shut up, Murphy," Javier growled, though he couldn't hide the smile pulling at the edges of his lips. That made you grin, and it only grew broader when they hugged once more. You loved that your husband had a friend who understood him; who knew him from his darkest days.

"Let's get you all inside," you eventually said, herding them all towards the house, little Olivia tugging on your shirt sleeve as you followed them, looking up at you all adorably with her big brown eyes and wavy dark hair. "Food soon?"

You beamed down at her. "Soon. I'll have it ready in a half hour sweetie." You ruffled her hair a bit and she smiled up at you pleasantly before running ahead of everyone to fall to her knees before Trix, your red and white Basenji. Trix started licking her face like crazy and the little girl's giggles in reaction made your heart soar.

Once in the ranch house, Steve and Connie dragged their suitcases upstairs, into Chucho's old room. Chucho had moved out into a smaller, remodeled house on the south side of the property after you and Javier had married in June, on the day that marked the first year anniversary of your first meeting and date. It had once been a house for employees to stay during peak ranching days, but he'd claimed it was the right size for an old man of his age. You knew the real reason was because he wanted you and Javier to have your own space, because, though he hadn't said the words, you were pretty certain like most parents, he was hoping to become a grandfather.

While Steve And Connie were upstairs with Olivia settling in, you and Javier worked in the kitchen to finish chomping up fresh vegetables for the tossed salad you'd wanted alongside the main course of grilled chicken tacos which you were careful to monitor as the meat cooked.

They had just turned up at the kitchen table with Olivia when Chucho walked in, dressed in the cleanest white button down shirt and pair of blue jeans you'd seen him in since your wedding day. Everyone was in their best casual clothes. It wasn't every day they all got to gather together, after all. And it was almost Thanksgiving.

"Afternoon everyone," Chucho said cheerfully, snatching his cream colored cowboy hat off his head to hang on a hook by the main door. "Ya waiting on me?"

"You are just in time," you told him, smiling. You loved Chucho. He was as much of a father to you as your own, though you'd never admit it for your father's sake.

He settled at the table with Steve and Olivia while you, Javier, and Connie started to set the food out on it. You were feeling great physically and emotionally until you seemed to spin around too fast with the salad and barely managed to hold onto it, getting dizzy with the movement. Javier noticed your sway and pressed a palm to the middle of your back to steady you, concern evident in his expression. "Are you alright?" he inquired, frowning.

You nodded quickly. "I'm good." You weren't sure what had come over you, not being the type of person to easily get light headed, but you were feeling fine again as soon as the moment had passed so it was easy to brush off.

"Maybe you should see a doctor," Javier said lowly, only loud enough for you and a close by Connie to hear. Her eyes darted towards you both, and you could see the curiosity his words had peaked in her.

"You've been getting dizzy a lot lately," he continued.

"I'll set one up after the weekend," you promised him, more so he wouldn't draw the attention of any of your other guests. Whether you actually would or not was still up for debate. To you a little dizziness here and there wasn't enough to warrant a trip to the hospital. It was probably just a consequence of you being tired. You'd done some overtime at work recently and it had worn you down. You'd been going to bed early the previous four or five nights yet still hadn't made up for it. "But I feel fine, Javi. I swear."

He seemed satisfied with that for the time being, though he did insist on guiding you to the table to sit and had Connie finish helping him lay everything out.

The rest of dinner was pretty normal, filled with general chit chat about things like how Chucho and Javier were getting the cattle ready for winter, though it never got too cold in Texas, and how Olivia was adjusting to being in kindergarten.

Connie of all people seemed distracted the entire time, pondering, like she had something on her mind but wasn't sure how to say it. You were so concerned with her distant look that you almost didn't catch Javier sneaking a piece of chicken to Trix. Almost.

"Javi!" you exclaimed, dismayed, even though you'd suspected for a while that he'd been doing it. "No wonder she begs for food now!"

He gave you a sheepish look and Steve grinned from his seat on the other side of him. "Going soft in your old age, Jav."

Javier huffed and you giggled. You knew it wasn't because of his age though. He and his father had both always had a soft spot for dogs.

After that you forgot about how odd Connie was acting until you both cleared the dishes from the table and began washing them in the sink.

"I don't want to be nosy," she whispered to you just loud enough to hear over the background noise of everyone else still talking at the table, "But I can't help it. Do you think you could be pregnant?"

Her question caught you off guard and you starred at her, frozen in place with a soapy dripping plate still in your hands. "You think I could be?"

"Javi said you've been light headed a lot lately," Connie stated, "And you told me just the other day you've been tired. And you also mentioned eating something that hadn't agreed with you. You said you almost threw up."

The cheeseburger you'd had Wednesday night. You hadn't thought about it since.

You glanced around to make sure no one had gotten up from the table. "Are you suggesting it wasn't bad meat?"

"Might not have been," she replied. "I've been around enough pregnant mothers in my nursing career to know greasy foods can trigger morning sickness in them, especially at night."

"Ironic," you quipped. Calling that pregnancy symptom morning sickness was very misleading.

Connie gave you a stern look and waited.

"I shouldn't be," you told her eventually, leaning back against the counter. "I mean, we're not using as much protection as we used to, but I'm still on birth control."

"Any chance you missed a pill or two?" she inquired.

You pursed your lips as you thought about it and bit down on your bottom one after. "It's possible," you admitted. "I do get forgetful sometimes. Usually I'm pretty good about taking prescriptions, but..."

"Are you late?" she interrupted.

You didn't have to think about the answer for that one since your birth control pills always warned you when it was coming. "I might be a few days late. It's not outside the norm for me, but it's also not really inside it either since the pills are really good at keeping me on a strict schedule."

She nodded. "You have any tests here?"

"I have a few in the master bathroom," you told her.

She craned her head towards the table. "Mind finishing the clean up boys?" she called out. Javier and Steve gave you both puzzled looks but when she explained you wanted to show her something upstairs they agreed to do so with Olivia's help.

You watched briefly from the bottom of the stairs as Steve hoisted her up to sit on the countertop and Javier said something to her that wasn't quite loud enough for you to hear before booping her nose with a soap sudded finger, making her giggle, and your heart swelled.

He was so good with her.

Minutes later, Connie sat patiently on the bench in front of your bed while you took three pregnancy tests in the attached bathroom, to be extra sure, and took your hand in hers when you joined her to wait, nervously bouncing your leg up and down.

"Have you and Javi talked about having kids before?" she asked gently.

"Of course we have," you answered with a sigh. "But we also agreed to wait a year before I got off the pill."

You weren't sure if you were quite prepared for it yet, but you knew you could ultimately handle whatever the results were, adapt your plans. What made you nervous was Javier. He was only just starting to find his peace, his healing, as much as anyone who'd been through what he had could. You weren't sure he'd be ready yet.

"I'm sure he'll be okay," Connie said knowingly, giving your hand a squeeze. "He's a good man and he loves you. I've never seen that man look at anyone like he does you."

The timer you'd set on your watch started beeping obnoxiously and you bolted for the sink where you'd placed the tests, anxiously scanning their result windows. There were two lines in each, which meant that they were all positive.

Without a doubt, you were pregnant.

Despite your concerns over how Javier would handle the news in that moment you were joyful, tears immediately flooding your eyes. Before meeting Javier you had lost all hope you'd ever get the chance to be a mother, but there you were, staring at three sticks that confirmed you would be one. You beamed at Connie when you walked back into the bedroom and she smiled back at you. "Congratulations."

You pitched into her arms and she squeezed you a little. "You're going to be a great mom. And if you need any advice, I'm one call away. Not that you can't call your mom too."

You chuckled as you also held onto her a little tighter. "I'm sure I'll need all the advice I can get."

You were fully aware that while you had wanted to be a mom for as long as you could remember, you hadn't had lots of interactions with babies. Olivia had hardly been a toddler anymore when you'd first met the Murphy family and you'd been an only child with an uncle and aunt who hadn’t had any kids.

"You'll do great," Connie assured you as you pulled away and wiped at your tear stained cheeks with the backs of your hands.

You nodded. It was comforting to know she believed in you and that she'd be there if you needed her help. She may have not known what it was like to be pregnant because she and Steve had adopted Olivia while in Colombia, but you knew her advice would always be solid because she was an amazing mother. Everything you hoped you would be.

You glanced towards the hallway. "Should I tell him now?"

"Delaying it won't make it easier," she told you wisely, grasping your elbow. "Do you want me to send him up here?"

"That would be great, thanks," you said gratefully.

She smiled sweetly at you. "No problem."

With that she left the room and you paced as you waited for Javier to show up. You couldn't remember a time you'd ever been more nervous - and you'd had major anxiety every time you'd taken exams in college.

"Connie said you wanted to see me?" he questioned as he strolled into your shared bedroom less than a minute later. When he saw the stress on your face his expression grew concerned once more. "What happened? Are you feeling okay? Did you get light headed again?"

You shook your head furiously. "No. No, Javi." You approached him and cupped his face. "I'm fine. I promise. I just know why I've been off now."

"What is it?" he inquired, stance still tense with worry. He searched your eyes with his dark ones as if they could answer for you.

"We're going to be parents," you told him, barely above a whisper.

He jerked his head away from your hand and blinked at you, stunned. "You're pregnant?"

You gave him a single nod to confirm and he gaped at you before wrapping you up in his arms and burying his face in your hair. "Oh, mi amor."

You melted in his hold after his initial reaction and hugged him back. "You're not upset?"

He pulled away from you and frowned. "You thought I'd be upset?"

You folded your arms over your chest, slightly ashamed of your assumption. "I wasn't sure. You said you wanted to wait a year, and I agreed to it. I had every intention of waiting, but I think I might have forgotten a pill at some point. It was a mistake."

He shook his head and leaned forward to kiss your temple tenderly, then your lips, letting his forehead rest against yours after. "However this happened, any child of ours could never be a mistake, hermosa."

You felt the love in his words bloom in your chest, warming it, and you beamed up at him. "So you're happy?"

"Of course I am," he assured you, brushing his nose against yours.

You grinned wider and kissed him again. "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that."

He smiled back at you, though it didn't reach his eyes.

You were too excited to retell the story of how Connie got you to take the three tests to see that it was a front.

Once you'd told him the whole story, you'd lead Javi downstairs to announce your news to Steve and Chucho as well, and they'd pulled you both in for hugs after giving their cheerful congratulations.

"I'm going to be a grandfather," Chucho had boasted proudly and you'd smiled at him fondly. "You sure are."

Javier had been overwhelmed with how happy everyone was for you both, and a part of him was undeniably happy too, but another part, the part that sat in the darkest corner of his mind, said he didn't deserve it. He'd barely accepted that he was good enough for you, he didn't think that could extend to an innocent baby who had no say in who their father was.

He put on a show until his father left for his house, then excused himself to go hang out on the front porch alone, watching as clouds rolled in for an evening rain. It was fitting for his mood.

He should have known Steve would follow him out, handing a beer to him like it was some kind of peace offering.

He popped off the lid of his own bottle and took a sip before leaning on a beam at the front of the porch, across from him.

"Javier Peña, father," he said with a smile playing on his lips. "I'm honestly surprised." He quirked his brows. "Not that you are going to be one, but rather that it took so long, considering your reputation back in Bogotá."

Javier tilted his head, giving it to him. He couldn't say he wasn't surprised that a woman hadn't come forward to tell him she was pregnant while he was in Colombia. It wasn't like he'd been totally irresponsible, but the odds had to have been stacked against it not happening just by pure numbers. He'd had casual sex as a form of stress relief while he was there, just like smoking, and he couldn't deny he'd been very stressed during those years, especially since he hadn't always been able to keep his heart out of some of those said casual relations.

"I don't know if I'm ready yet," he admitted to his friend. "We just got married not that long ago. It took me months of therapy to work up to proposing to her and then going through with it. She kept insisting I was enough for her, that as long as I loved her that was enough, but I always still had that doubt at the back of my head. A part of me telling me she could do better."

"She could," Steve stated plainly, taking another sip of his drink. "And what about Connie? You think I deserved her?"

Javier snorted. "No."

"Exactly!" Steve exclaimed, pointing the lip of his bottle at his shoulder and grinning. "But that's not the point! Something Connie and several sessions of couples therapy when I got back to Miami taught me is that marriage isn't about what anyone deserves. It's about what you're willing to do for your partner. Who you're willing to be for them. And it's the same with being a father. I was a mess when we found Olivia. I didn't know what I was doing. And I'm not going to lie, it wasn't easy, but I did eventually learn how to be the dad she deserves. If you want to be, chances are you will be. It's as simple as that."

Javier glanced down at the bottle in his hands and swished the liquid inside, trying to find his words. "I do...want to be," he told him quietly.

Steve nodded. "That's good to hear. Because the one thing your wife definitely does not deserve is you running out on her now."

Javier clenched his jaw. "I'd never do that to her!" he hissed, outraged at the mere idea of it. "Lorraine was different. I was different. Back then I had the thought that marrying her would hold me back from my dreams of seeing the world and making a difference. Now I know better." He adjusted his stance and met his friend's eyes before continuing, "And I know being a parent can be tough, whether or not you're as fucked up as I am, but I do want this, more than I ever imagined I would."

"Shit, Jav," Steve said, the edges of his mouth pulling up, "Don't tell me that. Tell her."

He was right. Though Javier was sure you hadn't noticed, he still needed to tell you all of it. To assure you that he loved you and that he was going to be there for you, the both of you.

He chuckled and Steve raised a brow at him, uncertain of what was so funny.

"You ever consider a side job as a shrink?" Javier smirked and Steve huffed at him. "Depends, you ever gonna hit a bird?"

"Fuck you. You distracted me last time!"

Steve nodded at him as an amused gleam sparked in his pale blue eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say, Jav."

He patted his shoulder. "See ya in the mornin'."

Javier grunted a goodnight to him and entered the house to find you waiting in the kitchen, a broad smile on your face. He realized then that the screen door's window had been open.

"How much of that did you hear?" he asked.

You strolled over to him and kissed him softly on the mouth. "Enough to know you're going to be a great father, whether you believe it or not."

"Say that again," he murmured against your lips, his heart feeling like it wanted to burst out of his chest.

You understood, you always did. You placed a hand over his heart. "You're going to be a father, Javi."

He grinned at you and scooped you up into his arms. "Thank you for that."

"I couldn't imagine having a baby with anyone else," you told him honestly, and the love in your eyes left no room for him to doubt it, so he didn't.

You spent the rest of the night in each other's arms.

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Tagged: @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @yoursoulsunbreakable @harriedandharassed

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New Year's Promise

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New Year's Promise

Summary: You and Javier spend New Year's Day alone at your Uncle's lake house in upstate New York. After an intimate night together he surprises you with a question.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (The same from my Sweet Summer Series - there is a mention of the reader having hair)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2,150(ish)

Warnings: Smut (on the slightly rougher side), fluff, fowl language

Author’s Note: This can easily be read as a regular oneshot if you haven't read the series yet/don't want to. Back in a secluded place with a Pedro character in winter. This one won't be as dramatic as Snowed In. I wasn't planning on writing any follow-ups to Javier and Virgin!Reader's romance but I thought they'd fit this fic idea I had due to a gif I saw on here. Didn't want to write a new reader character paired up with Javi. I like them too much.

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"Javi."

The short form of your boyfriend's name tumbled from your mouth with a sharp gasp as he surged into you deep, powerfully, enough to jolt you forward into your pillow, and you scrambled for purchase with your hands, extending your arms up over your head to brace yourself against the wall just beyond the bed you were laying belly down in.

He was above you, blankets draped over his naked waist, well-toned arms caging you in on either side as he took you from behind, intimately close, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as he sucked on your pulse point.

"Hermosa," he moaned as he plunged into you again, setting a harsh, rhythmic pace, the kind that would build you up perfectly.

Despite the freezing temperatures outside and the chill seeping into the room from its poorly insulated window, you both broke out in a sweat from shared body heat and passion, your breaths coming out hot and heavy.

You were far from quiet as his movements stoked the fire within you, as he pressed against that sweet spot that made you see stars. He felt so good inside you, rutting against you as he was, that your heart pounded in your chest.

A part of you wished you could see his face contort with pleasure as he got lost in you, but the sounds he was making, the words of praise he panted against your skin, were enough alone to drive you crazy, ensuring your fall before his.

You reached up behind you to clutch the back of his head, arching towards him as your body seized up, and you unraveled underneath him with a breathless cry, convulsing around him so tightly that he had to still his hips for a moment before he could finish chasing his own orgasm with sloppy, rough strokes, gritting out your name as he finally pulsed inside you.

You both flopped onto your backs after, basking in the pleasant haze of euphoria that followed, trying to slow your labored breathing.

Once you'd both calmed Javier rolled over onto his side and kissed your shoulder briefly, then your neck, and finally your chin before nuzzling his nose against your ear.

"I love you," he murmured, nibbling on it.

You giggled at the sensation. "I love you too, Javi." You heart fluttered at the joy that sprung up in your chest over how easily he'd said those words, remembering a time when he'd been afraid to admit it and had felt undeserving of being loved in return.

A lot had changed in the seven months since you'd met him in a restaurant in Laredo, two lonely strangers with no idea of what was to come, how much you would end up meaning to each other.

You couldn't imagine going back to before. Hadn't realized before him just how much you truly had craved the love and affection you'd gotten from him since.

He hesitantly pulled away from you to dispose of the condom he'd been wearing and began slipping back on his night clothes as you walked over to the bathroom to clean yourself up. His body quaked when it was completely exposed to the brisk night air inside the oil heated lake house you were staying in.

"I don't know how you convinced me this would be a nice getaway," he grumbled as he finished putting on his clothes, turned off the lamp on the night stand, and jumped back into bed, teeth clacking. "I'm too thin blooded for this."

You barked out a laugh. "Upstate New York too much for you, Peña?"

"In the winter it is."

"Now you know how I felt last summer," you told him. "I'm not sure I'll ever get used to the heat in Texas."

You'd lived most of your life in New York, only moving to Texas for a job, and to gain some independence from your family.

"Cold's worst," he argued as he shuddered involuntarily.

"At least with the cold you can bundle up," you retorted as you joined him back in bed, tugging the sheets up to your neck. "Can't strip naked in public."

"Damn shame," Javier commented and you shoved him without much force, a smile playing on your lips. Javier was insatiable at times, his mind in the depths of a gutter more often than not. To be fair though, since he'd entered your life you'd spent a lot of time daydreaming about him and what he was capable of doing to you, so you were right there with him.

You lifted his right arm and huddled into his side, laying your head on his chest. "Thanks for braving the cold for me," you said eventually. "I know it meant a lot to my mom we could both visit for the family New Year's party, especially since she and dad couldn't fly out to Laredo for Christmas."

"It was nice of your uncle to let us stay at his lake house," Javier relented. "Even if it's drafty."

You yawned and he glanced down at you with an amused expression. "Am I boring you?"

"It's almost three am Javi," you answered pointedly, letting your eyelids fall. "We've gotten zero sleep since our flight early yesterday morning, we rang in the new year with my whole family, including my super loud younger cousin, and you just outdid yourself. I'm exhausted, not bored. I'm not used to going a whole twenty four hours without sleep, mister I-used-to-be-an-agent-hopped-up-on-caffeine."

"Outdid myself, huh?" You could hear the grin in his voice.

You couldn't help but smile too. Of course he'd caught that. "Don't let it go to your head. It was my idea."

"I loved it too," he told you, kissing your temple as his right hand rubbed your arm. "Loved being able to kiss you while I took you like that."

As hot as him saying that was, you only managed to hum your agreement before you nodded off.

It was nearly ten in the morning when you roused from a deep sleep, eyes blinking furiously, trying to adjust to the bright light of the first day of the new year shining through the bedroom window.

Javier was still sound asleep beside you, a soft snore emitting from him on occasion. You loved seeing him this way, so at peace, so unlike he'd been before he'd listened to you and gotten some therapy to learn to cope with and move on from the trauma that had been tacked onto him in Colombia, in ways that no longer involved nicotine and excessive drinking.

You very carefully untangled yourself from his limbs and left him in bed, heading for the kitchen as soon as you'd taken some time in the bathroom.

Usually you'd head for the nearest bag of coffee first thing in the morning, but that day you opted for hot chocolate, not having had it since you moved out to Texas. It was part of the stock your uncle kept at the lake house but you were sure he'd be okay with you stealing a packet or two.

After boiling some water and mixing a whole packet of chocolate powder with it in a reindeer mug (that had to have been bought by your aunt) you bundled up in your winter jacket, scarf, and gloves and headed out onto the porch.

While you didn't particularly love the cold, you had a high tolerance for it, and there was something about being by a lake, surrounded by wilderness, that made you want to step outside under the morning sun and breathe in the crisp, fresh air, even though it threatened to take your breath away.

So that's what you did, with your mug of hot chocolate in both your hands, the heat seeping through your thin gloves, keeping your fingers warm.

You were quiet, listening to your surroundings. There were no sounds to hear, except the occasional call of a wintering bird and the rare rustle of wind.

Javier found you still out on the porch ten minutes later, drinking from an almost empty mug.

You heard him rather than saw him approaching, the sliding door scraping along its rails as he exited the house. His boots crunched the snow that had been frozen to the porch overnight and then stopped as he slipped his arms around your middle and buried his nose in your hair. You smiled and leaned back into his solid form.

"Morning," you greeted him, shutting your eyes to focus on the feeling of being encased by him.

"Mornin'," he returned, before he shivered. "How long have you been standing out here?"

"Ten minutes."

"You're not cold?" There was disbelief in Javier's voice and you chuckled.

"It gets way colder than this," you informed him. "There's hardly any wind. And I had some hot chocolate with me."

"What are you doing out here anyway?" he inquired, confused, glancing around at the snow covered evergreens surrounding you, except close by the lake.

"Listening to the silence," you replied with a sigh. "There's something about the silence that comes with snow covered land. It's nice."

Javier nodded, and you knew even though he didn't have much experience with snow, he did understand the part about liking the resulting muted landscape. For a long time he hadn't known quiet.

"I wonder how Chucho and Trix are doing," you mused.

Javier's father had offered to dog sit while you were in New York, that way Trix wouldn't have to endure a long flight in a cramped crate for a trip that would only last a few days.

"She probably ended up sleeping in his bed, on his feet, knowing pops," Javier guessed. "He's got a soft spot for dogs."

You didn't bring up the fact that he had a soft spot for them too. Since you and Trix had moved into the Peña household in November the dog had gained a pound in weight, and you were pretty sure it was from Javier sneaking her scraps of table food, even though he denied it.

"Is there a packet of hot chocolate for me?" Javier asked after a few beats of complete silence.

"Of course."

He pulled away from you but lingered on the porch when he noticed you weren't headed for the door with him. "Come, cariño, I have something for you inside."

You perked up at that and spun around to face him, curious. "Like a gift?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Of sorts." He gestured for you to lead the way and you entered back the house.

After you kicked off your boots you scanned the open floor living room and kitchen areas, in search of a gift wrapped box. "Where is it?"

You didn't have even an inkling of what was about to happen. One second Javier was standing just behind you, and the next you heard one of his knees hit the ground.

You twisted around to see him in the classic proposal pose, one you'd never thought you'd see him in for some reason. You'd always thought he'd go a less traditional way of leading up to the question. But you liked this. Him earnestly kneeling before you, big brown eyes vulnerable and honest. You barely paid attention to the ring he was holding up to you. "Will you - ?"

"Of course!" you shouted, so excited you didn't let him finish. You tugged him back up to his feet and kissed him hard. He laughed happily after, his chest rumbling with the sound, and he reached out to glide the modest but delightfully gorgeous diamond ring onto your ring finger. You recognized it and your heart skipped. "Is this your mother's ring?"

He nodded. "Pops gave it to me when I told him that I intended to propose to you while we were here. I wanted to do it when we were alone and I wanted to do it when you'd least expect it."

"Well, well done on both accounts," you said, smiling, touched that he and Chucho would trust you with one of the few items they had left to remind them of his mother. "I'd have never guessed you would do it on our way to mix up a mug of hot chocolate, still dressed in our pajamas."

He cringed a little at your summary. "Was that okay?"

"More than okay," you assured him, flinging your arms over his shoulders. "Now I have a question for you."

He hummed. "What's that?"

"Do you still want hot chocolate, or do you want to head back to the bedroom?" you asked like you didn't already know what he was going to say.

He beamed at you and grabbed your chin so he could guide your face towards his and claim your mouth hungerly, his mustache gently scraping your upper lip. "Bedroom, now."

"I thought so, fiancé."

You led the way to the room and you both crawled under the bed sheets once more to celebrate.

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Sweet Summer - August

Summary: When some big words are said Javi’s self doubts become an obstacle.

Pairing: Javier Pena x Virgin!Reader (She’s in her 30s, just late to the game)

Rating: 18+ series

Warnings: Cursing, sexy teasing

Word Count: 1,393

Author’s Note: So glad I managed to get this one done today. I’ve really enjoyed writing this series, playing with a theme of insecurities - definitely one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written. This is the end of it [for now?].

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When she’d suggested a weekend in Galveston, Javier had jumped at the chance to get out of Laredo for a bit, to spend more time with her, somewhere no one knew who they were and what he’d done.

She’d been searching online for places she wanted to see in Texas, and Galveston had been the first city to catch her attention. It was six hours away from Laredo, but neither of them minded long drives, and the fact that it was a coastal city and had a pier with carnival rides and foods on it had been too tempting for her to resist.

She was shocked Javier had never visited the city before, but he had explained that ranchers tended not to leave whatever town they were in unless they were buying or selling livestock. His parents had always been homebodies. It had been, in part, what had drove him to have an adventurous spirit in his youth. Restless from spending his childhood in one spot.

He’d been pleased to share the experience of exploring a new city with her. Pleased to watch her eyes dart left and right, absorbing all the new sights around them, breathing in the ocean air deeply, ripping off her sandals to dig her feet into the sand when they visited the beach.

Their first night in the city, a sweltering Saturday in August, they wandered the pier together, hand in hand, and shared a supper of deserts at a table tucked away in a corner. They’d shared a paper food tray of mini fried dough balls together, then had each bought ice cream cones after. They’d both picked soft serve, vanilla and chocolate swirled together.

As they licked at the cones they strolled through the area the rides were in, glancing at the people on them and listening to their joyful screams.

“You want to go on any of them?” Javier asked her. He wasn’t much of a carnival ride person, but for her he would be.

She shook her head. “No. At least not tonight.” She smiled. “I was thinking after this we could head back to the hotel. Turn in early.”

As if he couldn’t read between those lines she pretended to innocently drag her tongue along the whole length of the ice cream tower on her cone and dramatically curled it around the middle, observing his reaction out of the corner of her eye.

His breath hitched and he felt his cock twitch in his pants at the visual. “Fuck me.”

She giggled and wagged her eyebrows, an unspoken intend to in her eyes.

She’d come a long way from the shy woman he’d met sitting alone in a restaurant booth two months ago. Sure, she was still reserved around new people, but she’d become so much more confident. Not as easily shaken by encounters with people who seemed to want nothing more than to make others miserable, and way more relaxed and bolder about teasing him both in public and in the bedroom. It made his heart swell to see her so comfortable in her own skin and with him. He wasn’t typically a proud man, but her trust in him made him proud of them both.

They were quick to finish their cones and head for her car (they’d driven it down because it was cheaper on gas than the old farm truck). The hotel was five minutes away from the beach and it was five minutes too long as far as Javier was concerned.

She’d just barely gotten the hotel door unlocked when he covered her mouth with his, kissing her like he’d devour her. He palmed her back with one hand and shoved the door open with the other before it could lock up again and shuffled into the room with her.

She grabbed at his right shoulder with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his neck, stroking the silky hair there as he explored her mouth.

The door slammed behind them and they parted to breath, his forehead pressed against hers.

“I love you, Javi,” she murmured softly, and it was so unexpected he jerked away, meeting her eyes with startled ones.

“I do,” she assured him, trying to cup his face in her hands.

He reached up to drag her hands away from his face. “You shouldn’t,” he told her gently.

Her face fell and he instantly regretted saying it, but it was his truth. She was so sweet and he was so tainted. It had been easier to pretend their relationship was not going to last long term, that it was just a summer fling, but if she loved him, then it couldn’t be like that, and it scared him if he was being honest. The last real relationship he’d been in he’d chickened out of marriage. Too young and not deep enough in love. He didn’t want to chance hurting someone else like that, even though this was far from the same situation.

She folded her arms self-consciously and glanced at the floor. He could see her fighting to push aside the fresh bout of insecurity he’d caused her by not admitting his own feelings. “I know what happened in Colombia, the things you’ve done in the past, did a number on you,” she stated slowly. “I know you have nightmares over it. I’ve heard you mumble in your sleep, apologizing for what, I don’t know. I don’t need to. What I need you to do is to not turn your trauma on me and tell me what I should or shouldn’t be feeling. This isn’t about what you deserve Javi, it’s about my feelings for you, and if you feel the same way or not. It’s that simple. You showed me how to move past my insecurities - it’s your turn to move past yours.”

He sucked in a deep breath as she stepped closer to him so she could rest her hands along his jawline and search his eyes. “Be honest, ignore everything else. How do you feel about me?”

How did he feel about her? About the beautiful woman who’d added color back to his life? Who made him smile simply because she did? Who had never pushed him to do anything he didn’t want to? Who was so thoughtful and unselfish in every situation? Who made him want to share everything good in his life with her?

His chest tightened. He couldn’t deny it, especially with the way she was looking at him, hopeful and earnest. “I love you too,” he admitted quietly, eyes soft. He still thought she deserved better, but she also deserved the truth, and it felt good to say it. To mean it.

She beamed up at him and guided his mouth to hers, kissing him with enough warmth to melt a glacier. “Good,” she whispered over his lips. “Now that we’ve got that cleared up, can you do me a couple favors?”

“Anything,” he said without pause, wanting to make up for making her doubt herself, for making her think he didn’t love her, even if it had been brief.

“Get some therapy?” she questioned, though it wasn’t really one.

He groaned. Not that hocus pocus.

“Please, Javi,” she begged. “I’d like for you to talk to me too, but it’d be good for you to also have someone to talk to who you can trust to be impartial. Who can give you insight into your insecurities and your trauma and teach you how to cope with them. How to move on from your past. Because you do deserve it, whether you believe it or not.”

He sighed but didn’t argue. He’d do it for her. So he could be a better man for her. If she was convinced it would work, it was worth a shot.

“What’s the second favor?”

She smirked at him, her demeanor morphing back to playful. “Take me to bed. Teach me a few new tricks.”

His mouth went dry at her words and he licked his lips. “That I can definitely do.”

She laughed and he ducked down to kiss her heatedly, desperate again. He grabbed onto her arms, guiding her back towards the bed, and they fell onto it, a tangle of limbs.

She was a lot of things to Javier, but she certainly wasn’t boring.

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