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[pedroshotwifey]

To the Flame chapter fourteen

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Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Chapter w/c: 2.7k

Chapter warnings: physical abuse, manipulation, mental abuse, Javi being a dick, toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, mild description of injury, mentions of noncon, emotional distress, anxiety attacks, this is fucked, please just go in with caution

Chapter Summary: Is this the beginning of the end?

A/N: hey, y’all! Another chapter that hits pretty close to home for me, as I’m sure a lot of the upcoming ones will. A lot of emotions in this one! Please always remember that I am here for anyone who would like to talk ❤️

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You don’t get out of bed for the majority of the next day. 

When you first wake, you feel like you’re being crushed by an overwhelming weight of emotion. It pushes you down and strips you until you’re bare and gasping for air, making you writhe and whimper in pain. And then it just stops. And you don’t feel sad, or scared, or anything else. Just void and numb. Like your body isn’t yours and your mind is in a far away place that you don’t dare attempt to reach.

The curtains are down, leaving the bedroom a dark and quiet place. Perfect to lay in bed, unfeeling and alone. It gives you nothing to focus on, so you instead hone in on the stickiness of your wet cheeks and the throbbing of your sore eyes. The sensation of your crumbling heart, though, you push it far, far away and leave it to rest. 

It’s Monday, so you know Javi’s gone to work, but you have no idea what time it is. You don’t want to get up to look, and you don’t want to think about your husband. Fuck, your husband. Tears sting your eyes and start to overflow, but you’re not consciously doing it. It’s like your very soul is confused and is causing your body to react in every way you wish it wouldn’t. At the thought of him, the uncomfortable ache between your legs makes itself known. It fucking hurts and it makes you feel pathetic, though you don’t understand why. You just know that there's an underlying feeling of shame crawling uncomfortably beneath your skin.

You want to wash it away—all the shame and hurt and confusion you won’t allow to surface. You want to get in the shower and scrub your skin until it burns. You want to drown his scent, his touch, the memory of his hands, his body on top of yours. But you don’t, you can’t. You can’t move from the place you’re already drowning in. 

You lay in the dark and silently sob, not doing anything to wipe the tears as they run down into your hairline because you know that there will just be more. You cry until your eyes hurt and your breathing starts to smooth out again, until you’re lulled back asleep by the wracks of your body. It feels like a cruel trick from the darkness, but you let it take you willingly. Anything to escape this nightmarish reality. 

It’s probably only a couple of hours later when you wake up again to the silence. But this time, the first thing out of your mouth is a frustrated and strangled sob. Anger warms your entire body as you throw the blanket off without thinking. You’re not really sure where the aggression comes from or what it’s directed to, so you just blame it on yourself for being weak. For waking up and crying and giving up. You want to kick yourself and tell yourself to just suck it the fuck up. 

But you can’t, so you instead slam the bedroom door open and stomp into the kitchen. Another heave leaves your lips as you enter the threshold, this one closer to a scream as tears escape you and your stomach twists painfully at the reminder of last night. Your knees give out, leaving you to sink down onto the freshly tiled floor. You soak in your anger and your hatred, and it’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. It fully consumes you, making you tremble with the force of it and your teeth grind as you try and fail to bite it down.

Your hands come up and thread through your hair, pulling tightly and close to the base, but more to ground you than to pull any strands out. You can’t fall into a panic attack here, you may not come out. Javi’s the only one who can save you from that, and he’s not here. You give yourself two minutes to collect yourself, though you’re still not all the way there as you force yourself up and push toward the medicine drawer. 

With rough movements, you pull it open, snatch up the melatonin, and shakily pour four tablets into your palm. You shove them into your mouth and swallow them dry, wanting them to kick in as soon as possible. You start to screw the lid back on, but it doesn’t thread right, and you make a sound of frustration again as you say ‘fuck it’ and just shove it back onto the counter, pills spilling all over the place. You go straight back to bed, pulling the blanket up and letting yourself cry back to sleep. 

The third time, you wake in a panic, your body shaking in an aggressive and unnatural way. Your eyes snap open and find that the light is turned on, and it’s only once you feel a harsh grip on both of your arms that you comprehend someone shaking you awake. Your first instinct is to push back on the bed, struggling to get away, but the hold gets tighter as the person yells something that you can’t understand yet in your current state.

“How many did you fucking take?” Javi demands, his face coming close to yours. Tears are already leaking from your eyes as you meet his gaze, your voice stuck in your throat. You wish they would go away. It seems like it’s impossible to be awake without them accompanying you. 

“W-What?” you manage to squeeze out. He’s stopped shaking you, but he looks angry. No, not just angry, you realize as your heart contracts painfully in your chest. He looks scared.

“The pills, how many did you fucking take?” 

Your head just shakes as you try to catch up. 

“How fucking many?” He does jolt you this time, bringing you even closer. He starts to drag you off of the bed, and his fingers dig in so hard that they hurt. You yelp and jump up, trying to ease the strain. It only hits you once your feet hit the ground, what he could possibly be talking about. 

“F-Four!” you spit. “I took four!” 

He stops talking but his jaw stays set as he looks you up and down like he’s both assessing your well-being and deciding something detrimental. Your lip trembles as he looks into your eyes, and you know that the only reason you’re standing right now is because of the support of his rough hands. But you still try to back away as he brings you closer and embraces you. But it doesn’t feel right. Whereas your body used to fit together with his, it’s now like something chipped away, leaving a jagged gap. It feels so fucking wrong. 

You let him hold you for a moment before you speak. And when you do, you’re not quite sure where it comes from. You think that the words were bouncing around in your head, but you didn’t want to actually say them, you didn’t try. But they come out—quiet and trembling—but they do. 

“Let me go.” It’s spoken almost incoherently into his chest, but he goes still all the same. He doesn’t attempt to loosen his grip. 

“Javi,” you say, more confident than you figured it would be. You think it might be the anger coming forward and holding you up, lifting your voice higher. “Let me go.” 

He loosens up slowly, but keeps you in his grasp as he steps back just enough to look into your wet eyes. “What did you just say to me?” 

Anger bubbles up even more, causing you to boil over. 

“I said let me the fuck go,” you seethe, matching his firey gaze. You pull one arm away from him and he snatches you back quicker than you can blink. You’re flipped onto your stomach and your front half is pinned to the bed in a flash. 

“Let me fucking go!” you yell and thrash, fear creeping up alongside your fury. Javi’s heavy body covers yours, his grunt spilling into your ear as he uses all his weight to keep you between him and the mattress, defenseless and unable to move. The more you squirm, the tighter he holds you, his grip crushing to the point where you cry out in pain. 

He doesn’t relent until you stop struggling, and instead lay there and pant like a feral dog being forced down for a shot. His chest heaves against your back from his efforts as his hot breath fans across the side of your face. You smell a faint tinge of alcohol, but you don’t think it’s much. He must have not been home for too long. Maybe just enough for one or two beers before he saw the pills or grew curious about your absence.

“There’s something you need to understand, sweetheart,” he says quietly and so calmly that it sends a shiver down your sweaty spine. He waits to make sure you don’t have anything to say before he continues. “I’m in charge here, and you need to get that inside your dumb little head.” 

Your stomach drops with dread, your eyelids fluttering as you resist the urge to close them. Whatever part of your heart that hadn’t cracked and bruised within the last few weeks, just fell apart. You’re overcome by a sudden surge of grief, the only thing racing through your mind just keeps repeating to you that your husband is gone, lost for good. You’re alone and you’ll never see him again. Your body trembles, and Javi must recognize it as submission. 

“Everything I do is for you, whether you like it or not,” he growls. “You need to start showing some fucking respect about it.” 

You both lay there for a while, and it’s like you’re seeing it from the outside. A scared woman being pulled apart from the inside by the shell of the man who once gave her everything. She doesn’t know where he went, nor what happened for him to leave, but she knows that she’ll, too, never be the same. 

When Javi gets back up, you stay exactly where he left you. You’re not crying anymore, but you think it’s because you’re finally out of tears. Come to think of it, you don’t remember the last time you drank something. Your body is probably incredibly dehydrated. 

“I’m going to make dinner,” Javi tells you from the doorway. “Get yourself together and be at the table in half an hour.” 

You nod shallowly into the mattress, not looking at him, not looking at anything as he walks away. You don’t wait long before you numbly drag yourself into the shower, locking the bathroom door for the first time since you’ve been living with Javi. You strip, avoiding the mirror, and then crawl into the shower and just sit in the hot stream for a moment. It’s almost a little too hot, but you don’t pay too much attention to it. 

All of your energy goes into clearing your mind. You don’t want to fucking think, you just want it to stop. You let the water wash it all away; the grief, the fear, the ache, the sadness, the pain, the lingering hope and happiness that doesn’t seem to get the hint that it’s no longer welcome here. 

The next thing you now, you’re back out of the shower, your hair and body scrubbed clean. You’re towelling your wet breasts off, trying not to think about anybody else's hands on them. You never want to be touched again, now that your body has been tainted and defiled. You feel broken and disgusting. 

You jump when the doorknob rattles, your heart racing as you clutch the towel close to you. There’s a quiet sigh and then a gentle knock from the other side. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” 

Your legs wobble as your vision blurs. He sounds so normal that it fucking kills you. He sounds like your husband, caring and concerned. You forget to answer, stuck all alone inside your head. 

“Sweetheart?” No response comes from your lips. “I’m coming in,” he tells you. And you don’t protest, because that hope that you’d tried so hard to scrub away has somehow lingered and clung to your battered heart. 

The door starts to unlock and slowly open, and you take a step back to make room. When it’s open all the way, you catch the eyes of your husband standing in the doorway. He watches you with sympathy and something you clock as regret. He opens his arms and gives you a barely-there smile. It doesn’t reach his sad eyes, but it conveys what he’s trying to say. I’m sorry, please forgive me.

You bolt forward, immediately sobbing into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. You want to hate yourself for how quickly you give in, but you can’t. A different person, you tell yourself. You soak up the attention he’s giving you, relief flooding your very bones as you accept his embrace. His chin comes down to rest on your head as he holds you tightly and shushes you. 

“I know, baby,” he whispers. “I know.” 

He pets your hair and brings you into the bedroom, helping you sit down on the bed as you sniffle and attempt to dry your tears. He goes to the dresser and then comes back with one of his T-shirts and a pair of your underwear and pajama shorts. You calm down as you stand and let him dress you, savoring the calmness that’s filled the air. 

When you’re dressed, he leads you into the kitchen, where he has what smells like chicken noodle soup warming on the stovetop. You sit down at the table as he makes you a bowl and brings it over to you along with a glass of water, of which you quickly gulp down half of. Your mouth waters at the smell, your empty stomach grumbling. He hands you your spoon, places a kiss to the top of your head, and takes the seat across from you. 

You eat in silence, allowing yourself to sink back into your body. The soup warms you and you find it easier to relax. The meal is spent in a comfortable silence, and Javi waits for you to finish your bowl before he talks again. 

“I invited Steve and Connie for dinner one weekend sometime next month.” 

Your eyes widen in surprise. You’d thought he didn’t like them. 

“Do you think you could make dinner for that? I can pick something up, but I think they’d both be lucky to try your cooking,” he winks at you, a smile playing at his lips. "Still gotta pick out a date and hammer out some details, but I'll let you know."

Your cheeks heat slightly and you avoid his gaze as you smile as well, pride swelling in your chest. “Yeah, I can do that,” you tell him. “What would you like?” 

“Whatever you feel like, sweetheart.” 

You nod and get up to get another small bowl of soup. When you turn back to the table, he motions for you to come toward him. 

“C’mere, baby,” he pleads, pushing his chair out so you have room to sit on his lap. Your heart jumps to your throat out of reflex, but you walk toward him anyway, trying to quell your anxiety as you lower yourself on to him. He waits for you to get comfortable, your legs dangling off of one side of his lap. He nuzzles his face into your cheek as his hand grips your waist, and your breath hitches. 

“I hope you forgive me for earlier, baby,” he whispers. “I know I was rough. I was just so scared.” 

You lean back slightly to look at him, at the vulnerability in his eyes. You don’t even think about what happened in the bedroom as you tell him, “It’s okay, Javi. I forgive you.” You give him a weak smile and cup one side of his jaw, stroking the light stubble there. 

“I meant it, though,” he says gently. “I’ll always do what’s best for you, and I’m sorry if you don’t like that sometimes.” 

You swallow, ignoring the lump in your throat as you nod. “It’s okay,” you assure him, though your voice is barely even a whisper. You hold as still as you can as Javi leans forward and presses a barely-there kiss to your lips. He doesn’t linger, and a part of you is extremely thankful for that. 

“Alright, baby,” he says, his lips tickling your jaw. “Go ahead and finish your soup.” 

You nod and pick up your spoon. 

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[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓖𝓸𝓭’𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷

Dark!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: What you assumed would be a routine sale to a regular customer turns into a drug deal gone wrong when you realise it's not her, but her uncle, that has showed up to bury the hatchet

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT DDDNE, NONCON/R*PE, mentions of DEA, age gap [reader is in her early 20s Javi is in his 40s], reader sells drugs, reader wears a skirt, rough sex, semi public sex, knife and threats with blades, reader is actively experiencing Stockholm syndrome, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, victim blaming and punishment [he is teaching her a lesson], size difference [Javi is bigger than reader and can lift her], using panties as a gag, crying, very mean!Javi, domineering!Javi, slight praise, petnames, choking, creampie, unprotected P in V [don't do it!!] this is much darker than my other work. I may not have included something that could potentially trigger you, so please proceed with caution. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Surprise dark Javi Peña for you lovelies. Please heed the warnings, this may not be for you, it gets pretty dark. If it isn't, scroll past. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Big thanks to @toxicanonymity for brainstorming with me about this like a year ago (when it was meant to be about Joel) lmao! I finally finished it!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! Mwah!!

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You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

What you did was a little side job, a way to make a quick buck after long school hours had tired you out beyond measure. Frankly, that was all you had to say about it. 

Business in the wealthy part of town was far from rough- kids in picket fence houses were your prime demographic, after all. They had the time, and they sure as hell had the money. If you weren’t going to supply it, someone else would. Of course, if their parents got a whiff of how their children scrambled to you like a pack of dogs you wouldn’t hear the last of it. 

It's not like anyone would have suspected anything to begin with– not from the neighbourhood’s golden child. But you had to thank your parents for that reputation. No one would expect something like that from a sweet thing like Sarah either- which is why you were surprised when she rang you up on your second phone shortly after her 18th birthday. 

It had been a couple of months since she’d been coming to you– before parties and such. You didn't ask many questions. She was only a senior, but who were you to play moral policeman? You were barely two years ahead. 

Besides, she wasn’t really a resident of your neighbourhood– just came to hang at her uncle’s every weekend. 

It probably felt a lot more dirty considering you knew him quite well. Well, knew was a strong word. Your parents were acquaintances and he’d helped fix the fence of your house a few years prior. You’d see him every now and then and even tried the batch of cookies Sarah had roped him into baking and sent over. 

He’d often see you around and ask about college and the like. He had quite a good impression of you and you just couldn’t stomach telling him you sold his niece drugs on the weekend. Especially because, when he wasn’t getting roped into baking cookies, in his day to day life, Javi P was your neighbourhood’s most beloved narc. 

You wondered how Sarah didn't let the fact that her uncle was the head of the DEA and its most notorious, cartel busting agent, deter her from calling upon your services. You couldn't deny, you felt quite bad. You usually wouldn't. His job be damned, something felt a little dirty about lying to a sweet, kind man like Javier. 

But that was not your problem. 

Everytime Sara showed up no qualms- with the money, and her backpack, in the exact location you instructed her to. 

Spring came and went. So did summer. And before you knew it she had become a regular. 

Which is why you weren’t irked at all when on a drizzly autumn Friday Sara had asked to meet you around 5pm in your usual spot– near the fence behind the Willson’s orchids– in between those brutalist brick sheds you’d sneak off to with boys you liked. 

She was punctual, in fact she was always there a good ten minutes before you showed up just to be sure– which is why you continued forward when you caught a shadow and a rustle of the leaves emerge from the shed’s side. 

You brushed a stay raindrop from the side of your cheek as you looked up at the grey, drab sky. Thank god for the leaves– they painted the brown of the path and all that stood in your way fiery reds, yellows and oranges. 

As you approached you heard the wet ground crinkle under your feet– the leaves and the mud swallowing your shoes with every step forward. You felt them stick to the soles, and you made a mental note to leave Sarah as quickly as possible as to not be late to family dinner. There was no way you could walk fast- or even briskly, considering the state of the ground. 

When you neared the shed and rounded the corner however, you noticed Sarah's shadow seemed to have caught the light a different way– looking a lot taller, a lot more elongated under the last of the autumn sun before the clouds completely eclipsed it. 

She looked a lot taller, a lot more imposing, with broader shoulders and a cut jaw, with short, curly, dishevelled hair. A crack of thunder sounded in the distance. At a moment you knew that shadow, and you scrambled back on your feet to get up and out the Wilson’s orchid. 

But the mud in the ground was damp from the rain, and your shoes were stuck to it like toffee, and before you could realise it was pouring rain. You stumbled on the garden rake that had been leant against the shed. 

A voice called your name from behind it.  

You might as well have thrown up seeing simple, warm eyed, cookie baking Javier Peña leaning up against the wall instead of his niece – looking neither simple nor warm eyed, and sporting the scent of a hard day’s work out on the field rather than the scent of baked goods. 

You desperately tried to suppress the lump in your throat as he came into full view. His white button up shirt was damp from the water the trees had been steadily dripping onto it, his hair dishevelled, curls haphazardly sticking to his forehead. Another crack of thunder sounded, closer this time, and you felt your sweater become all the more wet every passing second. 

For a moment you contemplated playing coy, but you knew that he knew exactly what you were doing there. If he had a problem with his niece ’s purchasing habits he ought to take it up with her, you were merely supplying a demand. And that was exactly what you told him– albeit a lot less courageously than you would have liked. You could barely recognise your own voice- monotonous and flat, but importantly shaky and scared. 

And he noticed. 

He scoffed, shaking his head and giving you a slow once over– in your tattered socks and sneakers. “Disturbing the peace of this neighbourhood, corrupting the kids with your behaviour. You’re ruining it.” 

“I-” a leaf drifted through the wind and landed on your wet hand, cutting you off as you squeaked, dusting it off yourself. 

He stepped to the side, then took another menacing step in front of you. By the time he’d met you chest to chest you were backed up against the wall without realising it– unable to escape, trapped. He smiled at you- tight, and sickly sweet. He reached for the damp hem of your skirt. You felt your skin crawl under his touch. 

“Goddamn. To think I thought ya were a good one” he shook his head, a humourless laugh ringing in your ears. “Should’ve known…” You shivered when he lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking your face with his thumb and a false sense of gentleness. 

“Those whorey little skirts- tight lil tops” the lump in your throat grew as he continued, mind blank and racing simultaneously. It was nothing short of appalling. His words were harsh and cruel. His hands dropped to the waistband of your skirt, fingers slipping in to curl it. He didn't care that you recoiled at the touch, and attempted to shake off his prying gestures. He laughed again. “‘S the only way remembered ya played tennis” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, watching horrified as he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you backwards. Your back hit the shed once again, more violently than the time before thanks to his push, his voice had picked up that aggressive tone that had simmered down since he first started talking once again, and you felt your heart jump at the change. 

“Y’a poor dad thought I was so invested in your lil family…”  his fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, toying with your sweater to expose your soft flesh to the harsh cold of the autumn rain. Each swipe of them leaving a trail of fire behind. 

You didn't dare meet his eyes, nauseous at the very thought. You caught a bolt of lightning strike behind his back, the grey sky complimenting the tone of the entire situation. The fingers that had been drawing shapes on your hip had slid up your chest to find home around the column of your throat, and as they squeezed– gently but threateningly, you felt your legs finally begin to give way under you.  “Shame ya ain’t a good girl huh..” 

“Real fuckin shame.” he shook you lightly, and your hands flew to grip his wrist. Unsurprisingly, your efforts were to no avail. His hand maintained the unrelenting grip on your throat, his eyes trained on yours like a predator. You screwed your own shut, unwilling to meet the fury in his. 

The sound of the swish of a blade barely registered in your head. Before you could look down to catch a glimpse of the utility knife Javi had clicked into place, it was being pressed gently against your jugular. “To think ya had the nerve baby…” 

The blade grazed your skin, a hair away from piercing your skin and slicing it open. “Couldn’t even keep yourself away from the girl with a DEA agent for an uncle?” The tear that streaked its way down your cheek almost burned a hole in your skin. Followed by what seemed like a thousand more, your watery eyes set you a harsh reminder of the mess you’d fallen into. And yet you couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to actually respond to him. 

Javier seemed to like those tears though. “Oh baby, babygirl…” the hand that wasn't holding the blade against your skin came to gently cup your cheek. “Shhh, shhh, my babydoll.” With his thumb Javi wiped the tracks off your face, leaning down and kissing the dampness lightly on each side. The touch of his lips made you wince.  “Don't wanna cause a ruckus..” That sweetness of his voice made you shiver, made your chin wobble. 

“Please, Mr-” 

You yelped, feeling that blade press just a little harder against your neck, then drag itself to lift up the hem of your sweater and move under to shift between your breasts. “I said shut that whore mouth.” There it was, that harsh, cruel tone once again. You felt the blade drag up and down your skin, then hook at the collar of your warm sweater to slice through that cable knit pattern you so loved. 

The sound of the wool fraying and splitting apart rang in your ears, distracting you momentarily as Javi bunched up the fabric of your skirt, grabbing you by the thighs and hoisting you up against the rough wall of the shed. You had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself stable, and away from the knife that was so close to your throat. 

The rain thundered and came down against you, its sounds drawing out your weeping and whimpering. A sheet of mist and water engulfed the both of you in a horrid blanket of union. You felt Javier’s hard length press against your clothed core and you shivered. Despite it all you felt your panties dampen at the contact. 

He chuckled against your skin, knowingly, mockingly, and slid his fingers between you to rub your now wet cunt through your panties. “Cant even help yourself can you?” you felt the arousal pool in your panties, but shook your head nonetheless. Your eyes rolled back at the feel of his fingertips drawing slow circles on your clit. “Look at that, sluts gettin’ all wet and achy, huh?” 

The thunder and lightning only picked up pace as his calloused fingers pulled your panties aside roughly, fingertips grazing your swollen, sensitive flesh. “Fuck, such a pretty pussy” The elastic of your waistband tugged against your soft skin, rubbing against you– leaving you sore, tender. You were dripping, and the feeling made you turn your head away from Javier in disgust. 

He notched his tip at your drooling entrance and you whined, wiggling your hips to shake off the desire that stirred in your tummy. “Don’t ya worry baby, gonna take care of this tight little snatch.” You shook your head no, and he only responded with a laugh. 

In a sharp, single thrust you felt his throbbing, hard length stretch you open. There was no mercy, no grace period, just a snap of his hips towards yours and his cock parting your insides in that cruel, uncaring manner. “Y’a gonna shut your ass up take what I give to ya because it looks like you’ve got no choice.” 

“Excited for family dinner? Gonna be a lot more fun when you’ve got my cum leaking out of ya.” The length of him stretched you open, no time to adjust with his sharp, quick thrusts. The pain came in sharp just the same way, made you wince and squirm at the burn. 

You had never felt so full, every sensitive spot inside you being nudged just the right way by his cock. He continued to thrust inside your wet heat, fast and deep. A tightness began to build in your tummy. 

His thumb brushed your lip and the urge to part your lips to take it into your mouth for a sense of comfort overtook you. Had you not been as frozen as you were, you would have acted on it. But that thumb pressed itself against your lips, a silent order to hush yourself as Javi’s thrusts became all the more gruelling, faster, harder, harsher. 

“Ya’ might be an adult- but y’a sure as hell act like a dumb little girl” The drag of his cock against your throbbing walls had an unwelcome moan tumbling from your lips–the pleasure more horrifying than the pain. His words had your stomach flip flopping. 

His fingers wrapped firmly around your throat, palm placing enough pressure against your skin to stutter your breathing. “Listen baby, I know words are really fuckin hard… they’re so big, and confusing. Too much for your pretty little head.” He heard you heave a loud, stuttery breath, but left his hand where it was for a few more agonising seconds. “So I had’ta’ tell you a way ya understand” 

You felt the blade that had momentarily lost contact with your flesh drag slowly against your waist and under your skirt. Yet again the sound of fabric ripping rang in your ears, the elastic of your panties snapping against your hips only marginally less painful than the feel of Javier's thick cock splitting you open. When you turned your head to catch Javier’s gaze, his own eyes were inspecting the tattered white cotton that had once had a place on your hips between his fingers. 

“Goddamn. Pretty even underneath it all? Expected something more…” He laughed maliciously, then turned his head like he was searching for the right words. “Slutty…..? whorish?” His relentless thrusts didn’t cease. “But goddamn, like keepin’ it holy dont ya?” His hips snapped towards yours again, and he groaned in pleasure. “You ain't foolin’ me.” 

“No-” you were promptly cut off, face unable to dodge his hand. Javier rolled his eyes, annoyed by how animated you were being– too much for his liking. He forced the fabric into your mouth, and you had no choice to let him.

“Goddamn, that college degree don't count for much huh? That oughta shut you up, bitch.” Soon enough, and to your horror the wetness between your legs began to spread, each movement of his prompting more sounds of pleasure than pain to embarrassingly get muffled against the fabric of your own panties. 

The way his brow furrowed, the vein on the side of his neck bulged from the strain, from how good you felt around him, from the way your pussy was milking his cock, it was all a lot more appealing of a sight than you were willing to acknowledge at the moment. “Fuck, should try whoring out this pussy for some extra cash too.” 

“Next time ya wanna make a buck, walk that pretty little ass down the block” Splinters from the wooden shed wall grazed your skin, poking through the cable knit ever so slightly, an uncomfortable little pinch that palled in comparison to the delicious stretch of his cock splitting you open. 

“Would be nice. Won’t have to drive on down to the whore house.” His cock thrust achingly out of your wet heat, building a tension inside you so strong it set your skin on fire. “Would fuck this pretty little cunt in my bed.” Your hips felt heavy, the spot between your thighs tense, aching with a desperate need to feel a release that had unwillingly been building inside you. 

“Fuck ya till you’re a mess.” He growled in your ear, lips ghosting your skin. “That’d be nice, huh? Might let ya scream that time..” The image of Javier shoving you on his bed and taking care of you flashed in your mind– perhaps a soft, gentle, deep lovemaking that you were horrified to find appealing at the moment. 

At some point the expanse of his chest became a security, his broad, looming shoulders a sickening comfort. “Look at you- fuckin liking it. Tight little snatch squeezin’ my cock.” If perhaps that gentleness had come to you some other way you would’ve died for it, but now you were crooning for it, silently begging for it, for some respite, for a sick sort of comfort that gave you butterflies. 

What you had thought to be the unbelievable, the merciful, law abiding, law enforcing protector of the innocent and the weak, was ripping you apart piece by piece, watching you crumble around his cock, your eyes roll back with that pleasure you couldn’t ignore, your hands reach for him because you pined for the gentleness he had given you a taste off.

Your sweater caught the wood of the shed, you were sure it was full of holes at that point, the knit pattern ruined forever, something to remind you of the way your pussy quivered around his cock. “Look at that… fuck… bein’ a good girl now arent ya? Learning how to behave.” The obscene sound of your wetness, the squelch of his cock pumping in and out your swollen, abused cunt had you cringing, had your heart pounding desperately against your chest. “Never too late to change your ways.. Feels so good you can't help yourself huh? Just wanna cum..” He closed the blade that he had previously had a close grip on and shoved it into his pocket. 

Your mouth loosened around the damp fabric of your panties, pleasure shooting up your spine and making your toes curl. “That's it, learnin’ well now, aren't we?” You felt hot and cold simultaneously– a chill of terror so strong you began to sweat. He pulled your hips against his, chuckling at your desperate squirming in an attempt to put off your release. 

Javier caught your face between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing your cheeks and relishing in the sight of you drooling around your panties. Showing some mercy, he pulled the fabric from between your lips, tossing it onto the dirty ground. “Wonder why a slut like you would even bother with these?” He chuckled in your ear, then pressed a sloppy kiss against your neck. 

His tip brushed that sweet spot inside you, made you tighten your thighs around his waist. “Feel so fucking good.” You felt your chest burn, your pussy bare down on his cock. The tension inside you finally snapped, a ragged moan escaping from your throat and slipping past your lips. You felt yourself gush and quiver around his cock, whole body on fire with the intensity of your release.  

“That's a good girl– fuck” His voice was strained and low, a gravely sound dripping like honey from his lips as he neared his release. The praise made your heart flutter. With a few final, sloppy thrusts Javier’s hips stilled, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you– painting your still fluttering walls with his spend. 

You felt your pussy clench around nothing when he pulled out. 

He pressed his head on the shed wall beside your cheek, catching his breath. The smell of cigarettes off his hair finally registering in your mind– something you were perhaps too preoccupied to notice prior. Another stray tear slid down your cheek, along with an ice cold raindrop that fell from the sky. 

Javier’s hand reached for your face and you flinched. He stroked your face and took it in with his eyes once again. You dared to meet his cold, unwavering gaze– so detached you wondered if he even registered life in anyone else's. Their browns drew you in despite this, and called you to make a home in them. 

He sighed, dropping your thighs from his hold and pressing you against the shed with his body.You felt his spend leak out of you and drip onto your thighs obscenely. Your hands flew to grip his shirt to maintain your balance, but Javier was quick to step back. 

Your knees shook violently as he finally retreated from the side of the shed. The damp soil and crackly leaves clung to your wet thighs as gravity forced you to the dirty ground. Instinctively you pressed your back against the shed, bracing yourself for another one of Agent Peña’s cruel jabs. You caught a glimpse of your white panties– dirty, torn and unusable, discarded on the ground. 

Worse however, you watched him fix his shirt and jeans as you trembled and caught your breath, paying you no mind whatsoever. With his body no longer shielding you from the rain you felt the gentle thud of the raindrops against your cold skin, drenching you even more than before. 

When you sank your fingers into the mud to find your bearings you felt a tickle on the inside of your ring finger. You looked down momentarily to catch a stay earthworm wriggle out from beside your hand and attempt to scurry away. 

You yelped, bringing your hand to your chest, and tucking your knees further into your front– too exhausted to pick yourself up off the ground. 

Javier's soft snicker rang in your ears like a merciless, menacing bell. When you finally looked back at him it felt even more dirty than the first time. His face scrunched in displeasure at the sight of you huddled on the ground, your clothes and overall appearance dishevelled. “Got fuckin lucky today, dirty bitch.” His words made you shiver. 

He stalked over to your hunched form once again, towering over you. His shadow covered your entire body in its shade as the evening sun peaked out from under the clouds, the final drops of the shower cascading down the sloped roof of the shed and onto your damp shoulders. 

“I better not see ya around Sarah again.” 

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand

Workin' in the dark against your fellow man

But as sure as God made black and white

What's down in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

This one was much on the darker side, but I hope you enjoyed! Thank you to everyone who reblogs and engages with my work- you keep me writing!! 💗🐝

[pascallatte]

Slip-ups

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Date: Jan 2019

Warnings: none I think but maybe a hint of something.

A/N: this is from y/n's POV and can be a 2nd part of the series but this is a long way from that. yeahhh. Hope you guys like this!!

Y/N L/N Answers the Web’s Most Searched Questions

“Good Afternoon, this is Y/n L/n and this is the wired autocomplete interview,” you started with the most monotonous voice you could ever make

-Autocomplete suggests the most common searcher on the internet-

“I am very excited, I’ve been wanting to do this since like forever but you guys never invited me, which was sad,” the camera then proceeds to zoom in your faces as you looked at the lens with a very menacing look. 

-So WIRED asked Y/N L/N some of the internet’s burning questions- 

Giggling to yourself, you sat back and took the first board that was given to you.

With a bright smile you said “Alrighty WIRED let’s do thisss!!!”

“Is y/n l/n….related to Sarah Paulson” with a scoff you shook your head and released a very breathy “NNOooooooo” 

“ But I’ve been asked this questions a couple times now and as much as I want to be related to Sarah, we are not.”

You looked back at the board, read it a few more times then nodded.

“ But we are sisters though, just not by blood.”

-Cut-

“ Is y/n l/n Elizabeth Swann”

“Oh!! Yup I am the Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean” you explained as soon as the question was revealed

“ did you know that not many people knew I was in that movie? And the reason?” You excitedly asked as you looked at the staff behind the camera.

“Was my fucking dark blonde hair!! Now hold on before you guys on the internet hate on me, let me explain.”

Hands up in a surrendering position you began “Look I loved that role, the series, the people, Orlando Bloom,..” You winked” but blonde just doesn’t suit me, AT ALL, and keeping that hair as blonde as it can is a freaking nightmare so after I’ve finished wrapping up the last of that film series I told myself never EVER!! Take a role that needed my hair to be dyed.”

-Cut-

“ Is y/n l/n a sagittarius”

Smiling to yourself as you recall a memory, you look down and answered “ Yes, yes I am because as you all know I was born on December 1987- GOSH I’m old” you cut yourself as you’ve registered the words that were said.

“But that is all I can tell you, 'cause I’m not that much into horoscopes or zodiacs or whatever but Pe-“ you cut yourself once again.” But uhmmm, someone once told me that I am the "embodiment" of the Sagittarius sign and that we sagi babes are most compatible with an Aries?? I think”

A small smile was seen on your face as the video cuts to the next question.

-Cut-

“ Are y/n l/n and Pedro Pascal friends”

"Hhmmm are we? I mean we hang out, send tiktoks to each other, and he steals my fuzzy socks a lot….” you nod off while listing all the things Pedro has done to you in the past week, in mind.

“ I guess we are friends? nO, I’m just kidding we are, the best might I add”

You beamed at the lens as you rattled on, “of course we’re friends, we’ve been friends for quite a while now and I thank sister Sarah for that. But yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to be friends with that guy?”

You once again looked at the staff who was nodding at you to continue.

“ He’s friendly, goofy, a great storyteller, and actor” you winked again that was accompanied by a snort,  “and a great person in general…ah he also shares his empanadas so that makes him an even Better Greater person HAHA!!”

You then throw the board to the ground as you jump out of your seat

-Cut-

“Who does y/n l/n play in Narcos”

“ I play a DEA agent from Barcelona, Spain named Catalina “Lina” Mendoza, she is the love interest of Javier Pena and who is played by the one and only Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, who is the partner of Boyd Holbrook aka Steve Murphy” proudly you crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair.

-Cut-

“What is y/n l/n first movie”

“Ahh this is a great question, uhmmm my first movie was released way back in ’99 and it’s called the sixth sense. Which was a great experience and opened up my little 11-year-old mind up more into the acting industry.” You answered while thinking back on that more to add.

“ I mean it is a minor role but I got to meet Bruce Willis and act with a very close friend of mine, Trevor Morgan.” You added before looking back at the board.

-Cut-

“What is y/n l/n doing now”

“Since this will be released, I don’t know, a few days or weeks from now I’d try to answer what I would be doing at that time” you scratch your chin as you think of what you would do without saying too much.

“I would either be at home, chilling, drinking wine, while watching a movie OR” you exaggerate, “ I’d be out partying or hanging out with a few friends of mine, yeah I think that’s about it.”

-cut-

“ How can I meet y/n l/n”

Laughing you said, “Well, I’ll probably be in my favourite cafe during my spare time so maybe you guys can drop by and have the courage to say hi,” you tease but was followed by an “I'd rather have you do that instead of taking a, what you think is a discreet, picture of me and the one person I’m with” you ended with a forced smile.

-Cut-

“How old was y/n l/n when Pedro Pascal”

“Guys is this asking what I think it's asking HAHAHAHA” you burst out with a laugh while kind of nervous that you would say something out of line.

“ Well uhm, if you’re asking how old I was when we met, we met through Sarah way back in early 2012 she invited me for a new year's party, so that makes me 24??” You answered with an eyebrow raised.

“ Buuutt,” you dragged.”If you guys are asking about that scene in the second season of Narcos, that you guys are thirsting on about. I would be at around 27 years while shooting that I think. Sooo yeah. Kids don’t ask about those narcos scenes please, better yet don’t watch it until you’re like 25 or 50”

-Cut-

“ How tall is -“

“ No No! I won’t be answering that question yo-“ 

-Cut-

With a huff you looked at the camera, “ I am 5 foot 3....and a half…. On good days I'd be 5'4 and 5'5 with heels. But hey I’m not even that small, the people around me are just giant abnormal-looking non-human beings” you point at the lens

“YES YES IM TALKING TO YOU MISTER PASCAL, so stop teasing me”

-Cut-

“Ooh would you look at that the last question!” 

Ripping the paper as fast as you can it says “Can y/n l/n dance?” 

You noticeably perked up at this but before you can answer a voice came from behind the camera and said “No!”

“ Hey! I mean I’m not a good dancer but I can dance properly you know. I flow with the vibe of the music you know what i’m saying!!! Yeah?”

-Cut-

 You were seen grinning before you were called on camera.

Throwing the board behind you once again you say “ Well WIRED, that was certainly interesting and this might be one of the most... chill... interviews I’ve been on! Can’t wait to do more! Bye!!”

COMMENTS

Fan 1: that was…..entertaining

Fan 2: the slip ups OH MY FUCKING GOD

Fan 3: the way she called out the paps HA serves you right!!

Fan 4: i love how most of the internet asks about y/n and Pedro indirectly. Like girl, we’ve been waiting for years.

Fan 5: Oh so this is the girl, Pedro was seen with the other day. She looks too young, I don’t get why people ship these two, he wouldn’t go for immature younger women. ↳ Fan 4 replied to Fan 5: Girl be fucking for real they've been dating for years now, try to look it up.

Fan 6: I love her friendship with Sarah and Pedro!!! And it looks like she was adopted by Sarah Paulson the same way she did with Pedro HAHAHAH oh and we got crumbs on her hanging out with Pedro with that sharing of food thing

Fan 7: I NEED MORE Y/N CONTENT, SHE IS THE QUEEN, MY LOVE, MY WIFE AND BABY!!!!

Fan 8: so is no one else curious about who said “No” as soon as that dancing question was revealed, cause all I know is that it sure ain’t one of the staff. ↳ Fan 7 replied to Fan 8: HOW THE HELL?? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW THEY'RE TOGETHER?! I'm speechless

Fan 9: she’s so smiley and goofy in this interview, must’ve had a lot of fun shooting this. ↳ WIRED replied to Fan 9: 👀 about that…. ↳ fan 9 replied to WIRED: why? what’s happening

Fan 10: The sarcasm when asked if Pedro's her friend is killing me😵 ↳ Fan 8 replied to Fan 10: aren't they friends though? ↳ Fan 10 replied to Fan 8: girl go search it up. i just, can't. this is because of his rising fame, everyone doesn't know that much yet. what more if this continues for the years to come.

Fan 11: The comments of old Pedro fans and new Pedro fans are funny.

A/N: so we got a little back story for y/n and her friendship with Pedro and Sarah ahhhh. ay, this doesn't directly follow my last fic, but I wanted to put this out earlier. Just to let you guys know this series follows a timeline I've done so that would explain why there are dates and stuff at the beginning of each fic. That's all, Thank you!! Bye for now.

[pimosworld]

Pairing- Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary- Javier gets a dog

CW- Angst,Fluff,lots of fluff, adopting a pet, shameless flirting, Chucho being adorable, Javi talking to a dog a lot.

WK-3k

A/N- This is my first time writing for Javi so be gentle. This wasn’t an ask but someone really wanted a Javi beagle fic and it spoke to me since I work at a pet hospital. Please enjoy this adorable one shot. This is for you @keylimebeag

Not beta read

My shelter

Life in Laredo was fine. 

  Javier had his father, his health, plenty of things to do around the ranch to keep him occupied. It was also a plus that he wasn’t being shot at everyday. 

  It was fine. 

  He tries not to seem ungrateful for his life, especially in front of his dad. He always worked so hard to provide for him and his mother. He was so proud, telling everyone in town his son was going to take down Pablo Escobar. 

  He didn't miss the way people treated him when he moved back home. He was not a celebrity, nothing special…just doing his job. At least that’s how he felt. Now everyday was the same, get up at the crack of dawn, feed the animals,have breakfast with his pops,do whatever project was assigned so that he could feel useful, have dinner and go to sleep. 

Sleep wasn’t usually easy to come by these days. 

  Rinse and repeat, day in and day out. 

  Tonight is going to be one of those sleepless nights. He’s been nervous  all day, smoking more than he’d care to admit. None of his daily tasks seemed to quell the oncoming anxiety. His dad is making dinner and even that is setting him on edge. The clinking of the plates, the scraping of the pan. 

  Chuchos has been treating him like a scared animal in a cage all day and he wants to tell him to lay off but he can’t. 

  “I think you need a companion.” 

  “What!”Javi looks up from his plate at his dad. 

  “Ms. Valencia said that could help with ptsd.” Chucho scrapes the remaining carnitas onto Javier’s plate even though he had said he was done. 

  “Listen pops, I don’t really need Ms. Valencia’s advice on ptsd or help finding a companion right now.” 

  Chucho sighs and looks down at his plate, moving the food around with his fork. “I mean…like a dog or something. I’m not trying to play matchmaker.” 

  Javier points toward the window. “I have plenty of animals to keep my company.” 

  His dad laughs, easing some of the tension of the conversation. “Well son they can’t come inside or go on walks. It was just an idea.” 

  “Thanks but I’ll be fine with the cows. You’ve been… spending a lot of time with Ms. Valencia.” 

  “Don’t change the subject Javier.” He stands to grab his plate but Javi ushers him to sit and heads to the sink to start the dishes. “Thanks for doing those son…I’m gonna head out, don’t wait up for me.” 

  Javi smirks as his dad throws on his coat and fixes his hair in the reflection of the toaster. 

  “You kids be safe.” Chucho waves him off before closing the back door. 

  ****

  After another long sleepless night, Javi decided to head into town. He was just going to the market to pick up a few things for dinner and stop by the hardware store for longer screws to fix the fence so the cows would stop getting out. 

  He’s driven by it dozens of times, somehow he’s never had a reason to go inside. He really shouldn’t go inside. He’ll never hear the end of it from Chucho. Laredo Animal Protective Society free adoptions. Maybe he’ll just go in and look. 

  There’s a few dogs playing in the small yard next to the building, all happily wagging their tails as they follow him along the fence. He can’t imagine how there's any dogs here at all with how cute they all look. He’s not even inside and he’s already a goner. 

  ****

  The bell chimes at the front door and you have to cease petting the senior cat October or Tobi for short. Despite it being free adoption day, you didn’t have very many customers so you’re excited to maybe help make a connection. It comes as a surprise when you enter the front lobby and see the last person you would expect to be at your job. 

  Javier Peña 

  Even with his back turned you can still make out that stance. He’s standing with his head cocked to the side as he reads the information board. 

  He hears you shuffle in and turns to greet you. His shy smile puts you at ease, knowing his reputation it was a relief to see him a little nervous. 

  “Welcome to LAPS, are you here for our free adoptions?” 

  Javi can see your mouth moving as you approach him, but he’s not entirely sure he heard a word you said. Your disarming smile and bubbly charm has him feeling something he hasn’t felt in quite some time. 

  Maybe his dad was right. 

  You’re patiently waiting for him to respond as he stands there dumbfounded. You don’t seem intimidated or annoyed by his presence as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. 

  “I’m ugh…not entirely sure what I’m looking for.” 

  “Well let’s start with something easy then. Are you a dog or cat person?” You turn towards the kennel doors hoping he gets the hint to follow you. 

  “A little of both I guess, but I’m here for a dog.” Now that the words have left his mouth it starts to feel a little more real. 

  You clap your hands together and lead him into the doors on the right. “The dogs are this way, we try to keep them separate so the cats can relax.” You turn to him and smile again, he’s not sure how every single person that walks in here doesn’t leave with a pet if this is how you treat the customers. 

  You pass a few cages that are marked in various colors, he silently follows you as you explain what the colors mean. Some are already adopted and others are just boarding. A few of them are getting acclimated to the shelter or waiting for people to come get them because they’re just lost. He hasn’t really looked at any of them, too focused on the way your blue scrubs hug your curves. 

  At the end of the cages are some long runs, a beautiful German shepherd is in the first one. Jesse James is his name, he’s 4 years old and very excited as he puts his large paws on the front of the door. 

  “He’s a sweetheart, his owners couldn’t afford his knee surgery so they surrendered him to us. Unfortunately he needs another surgery so keep that in mind.” 

  Javi thinks he’s nice, but that’s a lot to take on. Plus he already has large animals to take care of.

  The second run has an elderly looking golden retriever Audrey is the name on the tag, you stop to open the door as she gingerly makes her way towards you wagging her tail. Your soft voice as you crouch down and greet her has his heart practically melting. Her face is golden and graying in some spots. 

  “She’s twelve…so I don’t know if  she’s a good fit for you.” You answer the silent question on cue as if you can read his mind. 

  “What’ll happen to her, if no one takes her.” The timber in his voice cracks slightly at the prospect. 

  You look up at him while Audrey enjoys your soft pets and see the heartbroken look in his eyes. 

  “Oh…this is a no kill shelter. If no one takes her she’ll just live out her life here with us.” You stand and close the door and she slinks back to her plush bed. “We have to do free adoptions occasionally when space gets limited.”

  The final run has no tag on the door. A small beagle comes to the front as you open the door. He looks young but not a puppy. You step aside and let Javi crouch down to greet him. Javi scratches him behind the ear and is rewarded with small licks to his face. 

  “Hi buddy, you want to come home with me.” He barks once and wags his tail and Javi has all but made his decision. 

  It’s adorable the way Javi coos at the small dog, you can’t help but look at the way his jeans stretch when he crouched down to say hi. His black shirt is taught over his muscular frame and a sliver of skin just barely shows as he leans forward. 

  “What’s his story?” He catches you checking him out briefly when he turns around. He’ll have to send some flowers with his pops to Ms. Valencia as a thank you. 

  “She was roaming the streets a few weeks ago. She’s past her waiting period for someone to claim her.” 

  “Oh so you’re a lady.” You chuckle at the way his voice changes as he properly addresses her. “Hola cariño, cómo te llamas?” 

  “She doesn’t have a name just yet.” She barks twice in his face and he lets out a hearty laugh. “She likes to bark, I hope you don’t mind.” 

  “No one out at the ranch will complain.” He says it mostly to himself as he’s all but confirmed that he won’t be going home empty handed. 

  ****

  “Well let’s get your paperwork sorted out.” He’s muttering half phrases to her in English and Spanish as she rolls over for him to rub her belly. “I promise she’ll be here when we’re done Javier.”

  It’s not just the way you say his name but the fact that he doesn’t remember even introducing himself. He looks up at you then and notices your name tag. The name is vaguely familiar but he knows he’d remember your face. 

  “Have we met before?” He asks as he stands and closes the run door. 

  You laugh as you make your way towards the front, knowing he’ll follow close behind. 

  “Yes Javier Peña we’ve met before.” 

  A slight panic falls over him as he tries to rack his brain for any memory of you. You’re grazing your fingers along the cages as you speak softly to the other animals. 

  “I’m sure I’d remember if we met.” That flirting tone that you knew to be the real Javier makes an appearance as you round the corner to the front desk. 

  “I won’t hold it against you. I was a few years under you and I guess you would call me a late bloomer, but I hate that term.” You nervously bite your lip as you slide him the paperwork for the adoption.

  He feels a little bad that he didn’t remember you. He had blinders on back then, only had eyes for one woman before he left for Colombia. He wants to ask you out for coffee, maybe even go to lunch. He’s still hesitant now having to approach women in a proper manner. When women practically throw themselves at you it’s hard to remember how to court someone. 

  You gasp and skip to the back before he has a chance. You return with an arm full of stuff and set it on the counter. 

  “We just had some donations so you’re in luck Javier Peña.” He doesn’t normally like when people use his full name. It makes him feel old and official, but he loves the way it rolls off your tongue as you lick your bottom lip, a nervous habit he’s noticed during your interaction. “ Food to last a few weeks, toys, and a leash. Perfect way to get you started.” 

  It does feel perfect.

  “I’ll go get your girl. You’ll have to tell me when you come up with a name.” You wink at him and disappear behind the doors again. 

  ****

  His new companion is sleeping comfortably in the passenger seat of his truck. She stirs occasionally when the road gets a little bumpy but relaxes almost immediately. 

  The setting sun shines through the passenger window and she lifts her paw to cover face. He chuckles to himself at the human-like gesture as he reaches over and scratches behind her ear. 

  “Never thought I’d have a partner in crime again.” She lifts her head and barks at him. “You’re just as talkative as my old partner, Steve.” She speaks again, her hearty boisterous bark echoing in the cab of the truck. 

  She sits up as he drives down the path leading to the ranch. Her soft pants and excited tail wags as she takes in the sight of all the farm animals has him feeling a sense of contentment. 

  “Steve is no name for a lady, cariño.” She paws at his arm and lets out a small whine. “How about Murphy?” She barks twice in his face as he parks his truck in front of the house. 

  Steve is gonna love this. 

  ****

  Chucho drops a piece of meat on the floor as Murphy hurriedly scarfs it down. 

  “Dad, don’t feed her your food, she has her own food.” Javi looks at Murphy as she licks her chops. 

  “I didn’t give her anything son.”  Chucho slowly dips his hand below the table to feed her another piece. He holds his hand up to shush her as he saunters off to the hallway to enjoy her treat. 

  Javi rolls his eyes as she returns from the hallway and lays down in her bed near the back door. She looks outside and lets out a puff of air as she buries her head under the blanket. 

  “I’m glad you took my advice, Jav.” He looks up at his dad smiling to himself while he finishes his meal. 

  “Technically I took Ms. Valencia’s advice.” His dad scowls as he shrugs his shoulders, standing to gather his plate in the sink. 

  ****

  “You named your dog after me!” He can hear the girls giggle in the background as Steve shoos them away. 

  “Not exactly, she’s tolerable and I like her company.” He stares down at the dog, perched at his feet while he stands in the kitchen at the receiver. 

  “If you missed me that much you could’ve come visit.” 

  “Ha,ha very funny.” It’s true he did miss his partner, Murphy is turning out to be a wonderful replacement. 

  “I’d like to meet this girl that convinced you to get a dog.” His teasing tone is clearly evident over the phone. He briefly mentioned you so he’s not sure how Steve could even pick up on his obvious crush. 

  “Goodnight Murphy.” 

  “Are you talking to me or the dog?” Connie can’t disguise her laugh on the other end, clearly eavesdropping on the conversation. 

  “The girls and Connie will get to meet your namesake the next time you come to see me.” 

  They say their goodbyes as Javi hangs up the phone. Murphy lets out a long drawn out yawn and Javi agrees it’s definitely time for bed after a long eventful day. Her first night not sleeping in the shelter, it pains him and warms his heart all at once knowing she won’t ever have to go back there. 

  “Let’s go to bed Murph.” The pitter patter of her feet follows him down the hall to his room. He places her bed in the corner and strips off his clothes. She hops up onto the edge of the bed before he has a chance to tell her no. 

  “Your bed is down there cariño.” She rolls over exposing her belly as she nuzzles further into the blankets and he knows it will be nearly impossible to tell her to get down. 

  “Fine, but just tonight.” He doesn’t even want to address the fact that he spent most of his day talking to her, he wonders if she can even understand him. 

  It won’t be until much later that he realizes how peacefully he slept that night. 

  ****

  Javi stretches his tired muscles as he takes in the soft morning light peeking through the window. He doesn’t immediately register how comfortable he is or well rested. He’s usually up before the crack of dawn so he knows it’s much later than he’s used to waking up.

  The edge of the bed is empty save for the small indent where Murphy laid all night. Her bed is empty as well and the door is slightly ajar. Panic sets in as he throws back the blanket and pulls on his sweats forgoing a shirt to look for his companion. 

  You said she was roaming the streets when she was found and he hopes she didn’t decide to run off in the middle of the night. Despite requiring opposable thumbs to open the door, he can’t think straight until he knows she’s safe. 

  He’s calling her name throughout the house as he takes note of the kitchen being gently used. There’s a small plate next to the food bowl of untouched kibble with some leftover scrambled eggs. 

   Chucho 

  It’s the first morning since he’s been home where he really takes in the sight. His dad is at the fence with the calves and Murphy is sitting beside him. She’s looking up at him as he explains something to her as if she can understand him. 

  He points out to the pasture and she looks out and barks at the small calves running to their mother. Javi is very glad he took that step and brought her home because more than one person seemed to need her presence in their lives. 

  He should call and thank you. 

  He heads over to his truck to pull out the paperwork from the adoption. It’s really the only way he has to contact you so he hopes it’s you who picks up the phone. 

  He slams the truck door and sees Murphy running toward him full speed. 

  “She’s excited to see her papa.” Chucho exclaims as he sends a wave to his son. “I’m going to feed the rest of the animals. I'll catch up with you later.” He winks at Javi as he lumbers off to the barn. 

  ****

  His hands are a little shaky as he dials the number to the shelter. Murphy is laying on his feet beside the table as she drifts off to sleep again, probably having been awake for hours with Chucho. 

  “Laredo Animal Protective Society.” Your sweet voice comes through the receiver and he’s nervous and relieved all at once. 

  “Hi, it’s Javier…Peña.” You chuckle a little on the other end. 

  “I hope you’re not sick of her already.” 

  “Oh no, not at all…Murphy loves it here.” He looks down at her as she rolls over exposing her belly again. 

  “Murphy? I’m guessing there’s a story there.” 

  “Ya there is…I’d love to tell you over lunch or dinner.” Murphy barks and he nearly drops the phone. 

  “I think that bark means dinner, and I’d love to hear it Javier Peña.” 

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend update 05/05/2024

Hello! It’s been awhile since Nerdie has done one of these. 👀

Yes it has! Why have you only been lurking and popping up with random things?

Well, my smut fairy is playing hide and seek. Has been more hidden as of late. Inspiration has led to different fics than I planned on. And I’ve queued so many posts that my current queue is posting things up until June 5th. 😂

How does one even queue that many things? And what do you mean the smut fairy has been playing hide and seek? We read that Frankie series! And that Dieter update! Nerdie, stop trying to be coy, it doesn’t suit you dear.

I’m not sure how to respond to that. And yeah both of those had smut but it was….I did say the fairy was playing hide and seek. I did not say they were hidden the entire time. 🫣

Details, details. You also changed the title graphic color, why?

Stories are made by their details. Wise advice said by…some smart person somewhere. It reminds Nerdie of a bahama mama. It’s a drink that she enjoys like a pirate. Yohoho! 🏴‍☠️(I’m very sorry. 😣)

Anyway, thank you to the following lovely people who sent me beautiful person asks and who reached out when I was not doing so hot. I know better than to argue with any of you:

@rhoorl @yourcoolauntie @grogusmum @avastrasposts @megamindsecretlair

@westside-rot @laurfilijames @inept-the-magnificent @bitchwitch1981 @secretelephanttattoo

@angelofsmalldeath-codeine @connectioneverywhere @604to647 @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept

@yorksgirl @sweetercalypso @schnarfer @soft-persephone @maggiemayhemnj

@magpiepills @paulmescal-s @lotusbxtch @wannab-urs

As for Nerdie’s fic recommendations, they are here! She’s keeping track of them and is going to put the whole list out at the end of the month because, promoting fics is fun and means she can type more randomness. 😆

1. Torment Part 1 Fear by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x fem OC)

2. Tempered by the Fire by @ladamedusoif (Din Djarin x f reader)

3. Talk Dirty to Me by @morallyinept (Marcus Pike x fem reader)

4. Nightingale by @rosecentaur1916 (Miguel O’Hara x plus size fem reader)

5. Daffodil by @starstruckunknown-princess (Javi G. X reader)

6. Into the Deep End by @magpiepills (Joel Miller: the hole filler x AFAB reader)

7. your favorite kryptonite by @kedsandtubesocks (Comic Bookstore Owner!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader)

8. Kings & Queens by @joels-shitty-puns (Joel Miller x reader)

9. Insatiable by @lowlights (Pero Tovar x fem reader)

10. Top Me, I deserve it by @for-a-longlongtime (Santiago Garcia x Francisco Morales)

11. Fifteen Minutes by @whocaresstillthelouvre (Din Djarin x fem reader)

12. Raining in Baltimore by @schnarfer (Marcus Pike x f reader)

Nerdie did post a bit this week. She’s mainly been posting on AO3 since it takes less time and she can slap things up there with reckless abandon (and sufficient tags).

Part VIII of Only Parts of you Mr. Morales (Frankie Morales) *completed*

The Intended determines their Meaning (Javier Gutierrez)

Sure inside, but will you stay for more after we’re done? Chapter 5 of Weddings 101 with Dieter (Dieter Bravo)

Lastly there are a few ongoing challenges and fun things. Make sure to read individual challenge rules and fun things.

1. Help Wanted: Summer Reading with @strang3lov3 They’re asking for self-recs, recs of fics that have stuck with you, fics that you think others should read. Send them your Pedro boy goods. The best kind of summer reading.

2. Jett’s Flora and Fauna Challenge by @morallyinept It’s the incomparable Jett! Making her own challenge to being your fics, art, Moodboards or all any combinations. It just has to have a Pedro character and flowers. Any length (because we like all kinds here) and can be as many submissions as you want.

3. Jamie’s Ocean Challenge by @mermaidgirl30 Pedro characters, the ocean, fun, fics and moodboards mixed together for this one. Again any length (all are welcome and enjoyed), must have a Pedro character and the ocean in your fic or Moodboard.

4. @pedroscouts The Pedro Scouts have descended upon us to give us badges (gotta collect ‘em all), fun tasks and general tomfoolery to make Tumblr fun! Make sure to read through the rules if you’d like to join.

5. May Drabble Challenge courtesy of the @dieterbravobrainrotclub It features our favorite Kit Kat lover Dieter Bravo and aliens 👽 with a meet-cute. 👀 Not weird enough for you? Then write it extra strange.

So that’s about it. There was a lot of ground to cover but we got it done. Nerdie is going to go see a man about a goat 🐐 and also another guy about some teasing or edging? Maybe it counts as edging. Nerdie is 🫤 unsure. She’s only wrote like one of these before. 😆 She also has to look for boots, maybe she’s gonna go to her second concert 🎵

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie! ❤️ ❤️❤️

[creedslove]

💫 REQUESTS ARE OFFICIALLY OPEN 💫

i write for:

• Pedro Pascal x f!reader

• Javier Peña x f!reader

• Joel Miller x f!reader

i don't write about:

• platonic!reader

• daughter!reader

• gn!reader or m!reader

• underage!reader

• singer!reader

• actress!reader

• r*pe kink

• piss kink

• scat kink (i swear i'll block you if you request me that)

• bdsm

don't forget to:

• send me the requests through ask so they'll be safe in my ask box until they're published

• be specific in your request: it's a lot easier to write if you give me your full scenario than just 'pedro goes on a date with reader'

• remember the requests might take a while but they will be done

• please do not flood my ask box, thanks ❣️

[reddeadzen]

Request Rules

Request Status: Open

Masterlist

AO3: click me!

Fandoms I Write For:

Well, considering the account, just Red Dead Redemption here!

What I Will Write:

[character] x reader/oc - I won't write for anyone's specific oc, but you get the idea. Most likely gender-neutral or AFAB. Though, I prefer just regular character stuff and not reader/oc works

Angst - any sort of severity

Hurt/comfort

Hurt/no comfort

Sad endings

Dark topics

Triggering topics - I have no relevant triggers, so dw about the topic

Some canon divergence and AUs

Gore, blood, violence - no limits really

Fluff

DDDNE/3DNE

Non-sexual nudity

Drug, nicotine, and alcohol use

Profanity - I don't use GD

Mentions of mental health disorders

Challenges - like alphabets

18+ age gaps

One-shots, headcanons, scenarios, interactions, etc.

S*icide, self-harm topics - NO romanticizing

What I WON'T Write:

R*pe fantasies/kinks/etc.

Inc*st - this includes John x Arthur or John/Arthur x Dutch/Hosea

Anything p*do, underage, proship, etc.

Z*ophilia

Abortion

Non-canon [character] x [character]

Poems

Poly ships - just don't know how to write them

Crossovers

Underage romance

Pregnancy

Character Preferences:

Hosea Matthews

Susan Grimshaw

Orville Swanson

Dutch Van der Linde

Arthur Morgan

Kieran Duffy

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Sean MacGuire

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Lenny Summers

Things to Remember:

English is my first language - if I write anything in a different language, please feel free to correct me on something!

I put TWs and CWs on stuff, but I don't take obscure CW/TW requests, just general stuff

Anything included in RDR like blood, violence, etc. can and will be included on this page

I won't necessarily do every request! It's never gonna be anything personal, I may just have no ideas or am uncomfy with the general topic

NOT spoiler free

I don't post full things here, just on ao3, but I do link them here

As stated previously, I prefer to write just for canon characters, not ship or x reader/oc stuff

[kr-v]

rules | write list

will write:

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur Morgan : John Marston : Javier Escuella : Mary-Beth Gaskill : Kieran Duffy : Abigail Roberts : Charles Smith

Resident Evil [re2r, re4, re4r, re7, re8]

Leon S. Kennedy : Claire Redfield : Ada Wong : Ethan Winters : Ashley Graham

The Last of Us [Game]

Joel Miller - Tommy Miller

X-Men & X-Men Adjacent

James Logan Howlett : Scott Summers : Ororo Munroe : Jean Grey : Wade Wilson (Origins included)

Arcane

Viktor : Jayce Talis : Ambessa Medarda : Mel Medarda : Vander : Ekko : Jinx : Silco

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon : Rick Grimes : Carol Peletier

will write ftm reader and trans characters

will only write top reader for smut

won't write:

female reader, bottom reader, pedophilia, r@pe, etc.

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Fic-Rec {2}

A/N: So finally a follow-up to my first list of recommendations. I’v read so many things since then and I’m just going to say *clears throat* that post I made a few months ago about starting to sink into the hole of the Star Wars fandom without even having seen one movie, uh well that’s fully accomplished by now. SO you just MAAAY see a bit of a pattern in the fic-recs this time.

The earlier recommendations can be found on my MASTERLIST

Now enjoy this batch of amazing writing under the cut:

The Locked door series

Summary: Just a three-cycle trip from Ilum, the planet s’Ziscari is home to the largest army of Force sensitives known to the galaxy. There, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his newly ordained Jedi Knight are to negotiate an alliance with the s’Ziscari government on behalf of the Order and the Republic. Only they are forced to an ultimatum, either partake in a celebration against all doctrines of the Jedi order, or knowingly dismiss the alliance that could’ve saved the fate of trillions.

Written by: @no-droids

A/N: A two part series of nothing but fucking PERFECTION. The first chapter of this is a masterpiece, then comes the second part and blows your mind away. I screeched, I giggled and I was HOT while reading. Goddamn I cried of euphoria when it was done because it was so good. Probably my absolut favourite thing I’v ever read.

The favour

Summary: When the group finds out that the troopers have been tracking you to get to the child, they decide to split up. Paz takes you on a roadtrip through space which leads you to discover your feelings and desires. And Paz is all to eager to help with those…

Written by: @maybege

A/N: One of our favourite blue tinker-mans, Paz Vizla, being the ever blue giant we love. This series is a rollercoaster of feelings and want. Jesus Christ I’m just going to say my dear May is one of my fucking favourite writers and person out there!

Play Pretend

Summary: The story of how the reader - a glorified secretary in her own words - and an infamous Jedi Master struggle with their feelings for each other in a life that is defined by war.

Written by: @maybege

A/N: Let me just...*inhales deeply* take a moment. Friendship to lovers? Check. Yearning? Check. Heartache? Check. Smut? EXQUISITE. I could go on for years to point out everything good with this series, but I’m going to summarise it like this: THIS SERIES HAS IT ALL!

Quitter

Summary: Javier Peña is trying to quit smoking. Improbable but not impossible. However, the one thing that he’s not capable of quitting? Running from the idea that someone could possibly love him.

Written by: @say-al0e

A/N: IHHHH yaas ma Spanish speaking man. I’m just gonna say I have a dopey smile on my face and I’m giggling while writing this. This fic is just purely AjduSJSdK, just one of those you endulge in and just sit there pointing at it and says yes.

ANGELES

Summary: After a particularly trying hunt you find yourself trapped in an bearably hot warehouse. Lucifer shows up and he decides to help cool you down.

Written by: @lucifer-in-leather

A/N: hOt,Hot, HOT-t-t, just straight up hot. It so just... you know URGH good but aah.....ITS SIN, that’s the word I’m looking.

[otherthingsinhead]

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

Tag list: @purplewings12

[readerthatreadsss]

Hey!

Last updated 07/30/23.

So...my last post has been gaining me a few followers so I thought I'd make a post detailing specific characters that I'll write for.

I'll also copy and paste my past post about what I will and won't write at the end.

Also, anything I write will be X fem! Reader.

(I will be constantly updating this post as I become more comfortable with writing for more characters)

Marvel men

-Miguel O’Hara

-Marc Spector/the rest of the Moon Knight system

-Matt Murdock

-Frank Castle

-Peter Parker (all three)

-Steve Rogers

-Bucky Barnes

Marvel women

-Valkyrie

-Natasha Romanoff

-Wanda Maximoff

-Shuri (WIFE-sorry lemme calm down)

-Carol Danvers

-Darcy Lewis

Stranger Things (it's a short list cause most of the characters in the show are literally children :)

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Hopper (yup you read that right cause I love DILFS)

-Robin Buckley

Criminal Minds

-Every single one of them. (Nah I'm just playing)

-Spencer Reid

-Emily Prentiss

-Aaron Hotchner

-Jennifer Jareau

-Derek Morgan

-Luke Alvarez

Triple Frontier

-Every character except Ben Affleck's.

TVD (The Vampire Diaries)

-Damon Salvatore

-Stefan Salvatore

-Elijah Mikaelson

-Rebekah Mikaelson

-Klaus Mikaelson

Miscellaneous (characters from random fandoms/movies)

-Javier Peña (Narcos)

-Lloyd Hansen (Gray Man)

-Joel Miller (TLOU)

-Jake 'Hangman' Sersin (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)

-Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

-Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

-Castiel (Supernatural)

-Soldier Boy (The Boys)

-Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

-Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)

-Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

-Siobhan Roy (Succession)

-Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson or Christian Bale)

More to be added...

(Looking over this list I have arrived at the conclusion that I am a whore-)

In terms of what exactly I’m open to writing? I can write headcanons, blurbs, and one-shots. Specifically smut, angst, and fluff. The more descriptive you are in your requests, the easier it is for me to write them. But I don't mind the challenge of having to make my own plot.

Kinks/scenarios I’ll write smut for? Almost everything EXCEPT;

-inc3st

-r*pe

-Lactation kink

-pegging (into it in real life but I have no clue how to write it properly I'm sorry)

-Wax play (note I didn't say temperature play because I will write some stuff with Ice)

-Age play (specifically where a character is purposely behaving in a childlike manner/ baby talk. Daddy and Mommy kinks are welcomed tho!)

-CNC and noncon (I’ll definitely write some VERY MILD dubcon if asked tho)

-sexual activities with m1n0rs

-Domestic Vi0lence/ SexuaI abus3 (spanking is a yes tho)

-Scat & Piss

-Race play

-SEVERE knife kink (like I'll write a small knick or slice that barely bleeds or something but anything else is a no for me sorry)

-S3lf Harm/Su1cide (this is not to say that I feel any way towards people who struggle with these issues but I don't think I'm able to effectively represent them in my writing without triggering myself (as someone who has/is struggled with depression) and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone)

Anyways, that’s it for now! Like I said, feel free to make requests or even just send me a regular question or comment to get to know me! 

[soobinsrose]

everyone read the crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch rn or i will make a home in ur walls for all eternity

ok im jk (or am i?) BUT its such a rlly amazing series tht i highly encourage u to check out!! its made me feel all the emotions and idk how i ever lived without it actually

and omg whats this?? a conveniently placed link to the series masterlist?? hmm how strange 🫣 wink wink nudge nudge

https://the-ginger-hedge-witch.tumblr.com/post/679095370779869184/pairing-javier-pe%C3%B1a-x

[rensraptor]

the ask box is open,, taking requests :)

i’ll write for,,

joel miller, tommy miller, tess servopoulos, (the last of us) will only write for the game version of joel, will write all of the according to HBO’s portrayal otherwise;

loki, brunnhilde (valkyrie), bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, stephen strange, shang-chi,  (preferably andrew garfield’s) peter parker, clint barton, scott lang, eddie brock/venom, thena, druig, etc, (marvel) there’s too many others to list, dont be afraid to ask!;

kylo ren/ben solo, rey, poe dameron, din djarin (the mandalorian), fennec shand (the mandalorian/tbobf), boba fett, obi wan kenobi, darth vader/anakin skywalker, (star wars);

remus lupin, severus snape, sirius black, bill weasley, fred and george weasley, xenophilius lovegood, lucius malfoy, narcissa malfoy, james potter, (harry potter) marauder’s era too; 

steve harrington, robin buckley, jim hopper, dimitri antonov (enzo), billy hargrove, henry creel, (stranger things);

william afton, michael afton, (five nights at freddy’s);

tauriel, legolas, thranduil, kili, thorin, bard, aragorn, (lotr & the hobbit);

(and some other miscellaneous characters…)

javier peña narcos, 

javi gutierrez the unbearable weight of massive talent, 

sheriff hassan, father paul midnight mass, 

adam only lovers left alive,

10, 11 doctor who,

possibly some others within the same franchise...

i will write,,

smut!!!1!11!!!;

fluff;

angst? i don’t like it that much but we’ll see :)

yandere! & stalker! au’s that don’t violate the criteria below…

in headcannons, blurbs, full fics, preferences, etc etc

generally only ‘x reader’ fics but i could try some ships??

i will not write,,

smut involving minors;

anything for actual celebs atm,, sorta depends who;

r*pe or SA scenarios;

hate of any kind will not be tolerated, you will just be blocked <3

thanks y’all,,

[januaryembrs]

THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM | JAVIER PENA X AGENT!READER (PART 3/6)

Description: In an effort to prove yourself to your male peers and catch Pablo Escobar, you make some pretty reckless decisions. It’s only a matter of time before Javier says something, to your surprise, out of worry. OR. the multitude of times you put yourself in danger doing the right thing and the one time Javier says something about it. Length: 7k+

Javier Pena x f!Agent!reader MINI series. colleague romance, reader being badass, age gap (the reader is 25 ish), sexual tension. if you’re anything like me, disappointing your boss needs a heads up so that happens! Initial tension between you and Javi, Javier being a slut but being soft for you hehe, etc Trigger Warnings - rated mature for: drugs (obvs), BRIEF MENTION OF M@STERBATION, murder, MENTION OF INFAMOUS SERIAL KILLER ED KEMPER - very brief mention of his crimes (serial m*rder, r*pe, and necr*philia), violence, use of g*ns, homicide, sexism/misogyny you’d expect in 80s police department, foul language.

NOTE. I MEAN NO OFFENCE TO THE REAL VICTIMS FOLLOWING THE SHOW’S PLOTLINE. THIS IS SIMPLY FANFICTION OF THE NETFLIX SHOW main masterlist ═ ��� ═ that girl masterlist

The call came at 12 in the evening. You were already one glass of wine down and dressed in your pyjamas, ready for bed as you watched some kind of Spanish rom-com and idly laying on your sofa. Huffing and turning the volume down, you reached up over the arm of your seat to answer the incessant ringing. “Hola?” You said, not bothering to hide the bitterness in your tone at whoever was on the other end of the line.

“Jesus. Who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed?” Javi’s amused timbre returned through the phone and you sighed, slipping back to your lying position on the seat.

“What do you want, Javi? Surely there are other women you could pester at this time of night,” You said, eyes trailing the couple on the screen seemingly saying something either meaningful or heartbreaking to one another judging by the tears in their eyes when another thought popped into your mind at the sound of his voice, “Wait a minute! It’s a Friday night and you’re not occupied with your usual company…” You faked a gasp, lips twisting into a smug smile, “Is Pena having some lady troubles?”

“No, actually we were looking for another person if you’re game, Princesa. Just try not to get jealous for me,” He said, but his light tone of voice told you he was joking and trying to save face from your half insult.

“Please. I could treat any woman better than you could. You’d be the third wheel, old man,” You laughed when you heard a noise of surprise come through the receiver, followed by silence telling you he was lost for words. “What do you really want, Javi?”

The smile was wiped off your face at the somber tone of his next words, and it was clear all joking was long gone now. “They got Bonilla,” was all he said, to which you sat up in your seat, eyes widened. It was obvious who ‘they’ were. Rodrigo Lara Bonilla had been the only man brave enough to stand up to Escobar and expose him to congress for his past charges, per your team's request, and now they’d got him. You weren’t sure if Javi had meant kidnapped or killed, but either way, it was very doubtful Bonilla would ever see daylight again.

You heard the horrendous rev of Javier’s truck pull up to a loud screech outside your building and you knew you were heading towards a crime scene, likely with Steve in tow. Sure enough, as you opened the sliding doors leading to your tiny balcony, you saw both men stepping out of Javi’s truck to lean against the side, looking up at you as you carried on talking.

“Alright. I’ll be right down,” You said, about to hang up the phone when you heard his voice continue speaking.

“Hey, Princess,” Javier said and your eyes narrowed as you looked down on him.

“What?” You snipped, knowing from that teasing drawl he already had something sarcastic or witty prepared.

“Nice PJs. We can see up your shirt from down here, though.” He laughed as you immediately crossed your arms under your breast to block any view he may or may not have.

You looked down at your ‘Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles’ night clothes and huffed, flipping him your middle finger. “Pervert,” You said to him through the phone, before you hung up and went back inside.

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The three of you stood looking at the wreckage of Bonilla’s car. Carefully avoiding the broken glass, you stepped forward to inspect the insides, not missing the way the blood had splattered all over the deluxe leather seating. His dead body lay hunched over on one side, seat belt still wrapped taut over his chest. The entry wounds were evident from the multitude of holes in his stunning, now mauled, navy suit and you saw the magazine he must have been reading had slipped to the floor from his fingertips, though that too was now smeared with the thick red substance coating the rest of the vehicle.

You shook your head as you stood back, returning to your place between Pena and Murphy as the latter stepped forward for his own inspection.

“He didn’t wear it,” Steve muttered angrily, seeing that Bonilla had refused his offer of a kevlar vest.

“It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Javi said bitterly.

It was your team's fault that Bonilla had been assassinated. Everyone needed to know who Escobar really was before he could be in Congress long enough to cause any more trouble, but exposing him had gotten a good man killed - a good man who had been the only one brave enough to stand up for what he believed in.

You sat in the car in silence after that.

“Don’t like the sight of blood, princesa?” Javier asked, breaking the quiet. He lit up a cigarette and took a deep sigh of fatigue. “You’re gonna have to get used to it on a job like this, sweetheart.”

You scowled at him from the front passenger seat and scoffed, “My parents are serial homicide detectives. I read the Ed Kemper case file when I was fourteen. I think I can handle blood, Pena,” You snapped at his patronization, making the older man frown at you.

“Ed Kemper, who the hell is that?” Pena asked as Steve leaned forward between the seats to get a closer look at you.

“Kemper?” He half yelled in your face, making you jump at his tone before nodding, “The Co-ed killer? You saw his file when you were fourteen?”

You shrugged with a bored look at the shit show of an evening, “I was a nosey child with a strong stomach,”

“Nothing’s changed then,” Javi muttered, making you grab his cigarette straight from his lips and toss it out his window. He stared at you aghast for a moment before he rolling his eyes and starting the car to head back to your apartment, “Who even was this Kemper guy anyway? Couldn’t have been worse than some of the things we see,”

“He was a serial rapist and killer who liked having sex with his victims' bodies,” You told him and you saw the alarm written on his face immediately, “Killed his own grandparents when he was just fifteen, went on to murder six girls and then his own mother and her best friend,”

“Jesus Christ, and you saw that?” He said, turning onto the road that led home, “No wonder you’re so… you know?”

You pointed to a nearby petrol station, “Can we get some snacks?” You asked quickly before he could miss the turning, making him nod while you took in his words. Your face contorted into a glare at him as he signaled to leave the empty street, “So… what?”

“Nothing, nothing,” He brushed off with a concealed smile as Steve opened his car door, oblivious to your conversation.

“I’m getting some smokes. What do you want, Junior?” He asked, waiting for your response before he left.

“Two Kit-Kats, some Doritos, and a Diet Coke, please.” You said politely as he nodded and entered the small shop. You turned back to Pena, his comment still in your head as you resumed your glare at him, “I’m so like what, Pena?”

He sighed, looking at you with fake irritation though you saw the smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, threatening to lift his mustache into the smile you often pulled from him.

“Annoying with a huge saviour complex?” He finished making you scoff and turn in your seat. Yes, you knew you had a problem with throwing yourself into the line of fire to do what needed to be done. It had always been an awful habit of yours, but it wasn’t because you’d been exposed to the awful realities of the world since you were young. You knew you always had a point to prove, especially to the men around you in the job you were in. You put yourself out there to show them you weren’t some scared little woman in way out of her league, that you belonged there as much as they did.

But you didn’t say any of that to Javi. You didn’t fancy spinning him a sob story about the penalties of womanhood, that you needed to fight tooth and nail to get to a position he could just stroll into. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, but instead, you chose to stare out the window and pout, arguably an even worse choice which just proved how many years his, well, junior, you were. The bright light of the illuminated sign hurt your tired eyes, but you refused to make eye contact with the man.

“Jerk,” You muttered, watching Steve through the gas station window walk up to the counter.

“It only hurts cause it’s true, Princessa.” He said smugly, not apologetic for the way your mood had shifted in the slightest.

Javier Pena had a way of capturing you with his wit and yet enraging you beyond belief at the same time. It was really quite impressive and you knew you did the same to him judging by how often Steve had to hear the two of you quarreling like teenagers.

You scoffed at his words, turning to look at him with a scowl. Reaching up your hand, you went to give him a chastising slap to the thigh, half kidding of course.

Your breath was practically knocked out of you when a huge, tawny-skinned hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks, yanking you forward to meet his serious gaze.

There was a moment when for once it was Javi catching you off guard, where you simply shared a breath and stared at each other through the now enclosed space between you.

“It’s not nice to hit, bebita,” [baby girl] Javi’s low timbre met your ears, but there was a softness to his steely solemnity, as though he didn’t wish to interrupt the moment with too loud a sound.

“Maybe I’m not a nice girl,” You quipped back instantly, and something in his eyes flickered for a moment.

What the fuck was happening.

You saw his gaze catch your lips, but you paid his own no mind. You were too enthralled in his eyes. You had never been so close to him to decipher their colour anything other than brown, but now you had a closer view you saw they were all shades ranging from deep, rich mahogany, to a cool, amber glint that reflected the sign behind you.

Before either of you could speak again, two chocolate bars were thrown into your lap from your open window.

“Here’s your coke,” Steve said, handing it to you as he got back into the truck, once again lost to the energy he had just returned to. You took it from him with a ‘thankyou’, opening the can with a hiss and taking a sip.

Steve may have been unaware of whatever it was he had just returned to, but something hot and craving for whatever was in the air in that silent moment with Javi had ripped its way through your stomach for the rest of the night.

All the words unspoken in the silence you shared were all you could think as your hand fell between your legs in between the comfort of your bedsheets.

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The next morning, you’d had a tip-off that the men who’d assassinated Bonilla lived in the next town over, in a high-rise apartment that would be a simple in-out job. You had cuffs on your belt, a pistol in hand and Javi had wrestled you into a kevlar despite your protests that the inventors seemed to have forgotten boobs existed with the way it pressed against your chest tightly. He’d made a comment that perhaps your appendages were too big, which had granted him a jab to the stomach as you blushed furiously.

Javi had only laughed as you hopped into the jeep with the five other men in your squad. Two of them held huge sniper rifles, their bullet proof vests much thinner than your own which only made you all that more jealous that they weren't having their ribs crushed in on themselves. They nodded to you politely as Javi gave the group a run down on the plan.

You tuned him out, having already heard the brief not a few hours earlier as you’d made your morning cup of coffee, but you couldn’t stop your mind wandering to the darkest of places it had surrendered itself to last night. Your eyes were trained on his large hands, the way they moved so vivaciously through the air as though plucking his spoken words from thin air and pushing them towards the squad members. Those same big hands that had grabbed your forearm so effortlessly and pulled you to him, the way it had wrapped all the way around your wrist with no labour. The warmth of his palm on your skin, the pure heat of his breath that blew onto your top lip from his open mouth at your close space.

Had he gotten any closer to you and your lips may have even brushed one another. The sin floated around your mind, taunting you with what if and if only.

You shouldn’t be thinking like this. It was Javier Pena afterall. Annoying, teasing, stubborn, grumpy Agent Pena that had gotten under your skin since your first day on the job. And yet it was Javi, the Javi that had enraptured you in a way you’d have never expected since just the night before.

He had bled into your mind; taken over every nerve, every cell, every pathway like the drugs you were working tirelessly to seize.

You snapped out of your trance as the car came to a slowed stop, no doubt meaning you were now outside the sicarios building. You needed to focus, stop your mind from wandering to those huge hands that had grabbed you with such a sense of finality it had knocked you dumb, and get your head back to sobriety.

You were here to catch a hitman; to get revenge for Bonilla. You were here to do your job.

Your team looked at one another with a nod of assurance, the two snipers getting out of the truck first to go find their positions on the rooftops opposite the hitmen’s apartment. You loaded your pistol, quietly trying to shake off the cloud of reverie fogging your vision when you heard the tell tale crackle of a voice come through the walky.

“Claro en uno, cambio.” [Clear on one, over.] Your teammate spoke clearly, the voice echoing through the small van you and your four remaining comrades had been crammed into. First position was taken. You waited on baited breath for the second signal that would mean you were cleared to go.

A moment passed, your gun click as you snapped the barrel shut being the only sound filling the medium and then:

“Todo esta claro. Listo para mudarse, cambio” [All's clear. Ready to move in, over] The second sniper spoke, and your gaze moved to Javi’s who met your eyes on instinct, as though he knew that was your next move.

“Everyone ready?” He asked the team, though he never moved from your passive stare. You practically heard the question being directed strictly to you and fought the urge to roll your eyes. Of course he had to ruin the corrupt thoughts you had about him with his subtle smothering that he had become accustomed to. You didn’t know whether it was because you were a woman, the first woman on his team in fact, or if it was because this was only your second raid, but it was infuriating how he took over the role of leader only towards you.

“Born ready,” You said casually, flicking your gun off safety to make a point and raising your brow at him challengingly, “Sir,”

He stared at you darkly, something halfway to a glare for your tease at his self-appointed authority and something else you’d only seen the night before as he’d pulled you close enough to smell his deodorant. It was the same thing that had run rampant in your gut for the past thirteen hours, and just like that you were regretting your words.

What was happening to you?

“Let’s move out,” Javi said after a moment, sliding the doors to the vehicle open and stepping out into the blazing Columbian heat.

But the sun had nothing on the feeling scolding your chest as he looked at you with those tantalizing brown eyes.

As you followed his move, it became clear why they had chosen this apartment as their base. It was smack central to a marketplace, people filling every inch of the streets watching your group curiously. Yes, this was an in-and-out job and there was to be strictly no shooting to kill from your team if you were to have any chance of getting intel on Escobar, but keeping the rest of the public safe would be another point entirely. You only hoped the sicarios didn’t scatter like rats and would go quietly, though the realistic part of you said otherwise.

You moved forward towards the door, two of your team members stationing themselves at the bottom of the stairs to the apartment building, covering the exits on the ground floor. Javi led you and the remaining man on your team up the stairwell to the third floor where it was rumoured the four men behind the assassination lived. Pena took the front, the second man you believed was named Diaz occupying the middle leaving you to remain at the back, the three of you silently moving up the stairs until you reached the correct level.

There it was. Apartment 3.1, the numbers reading clearly on the front of the red door, paint peeling from the bottom and littering the floor telling you it hadn’t seen a lick of love in a while.

You heard men’s voices behind the thin wall, laughing and cheering at what seemed to be the tv if your ears didn’t deceive you. Javi held up a hand, silently ushering you and Diaz to stand back, which you complied with as he rocked on his foot for a moment. Without hesitation, he brought his heavily toed boot up to the door, kicking it clear in off the hinged which you nearly gasped at were it not for the important task at hand.

You could be impressed with his raw, primal strength later. Right now you were busy.

The three of you rushed into the apartment and, to your delight, it seemed none of the sicarios had even an inkling that they should expect you judging by the shock on their faces as you barged in.

“¡DEA, en el suelo ahora!” [DEA, on the ground now!] Javi bellowed, as the two men on the sofa raised their hands compliantly. The place smelled like pure sweat, sex and cigarettes and it damn near made your eyes water when you walked in. Diaz and you moved to go cuff them with Javi moving into the kitchenette where one man remained, also surrendering with ease. Quickly surveying the area and coming to the conclusion they had no weapons nearby, you holstered your gun and pulled the cuffs from your belt. You grabbed the first guy’s wrist harshly, clicking the steel around his wrist, and moving to mirror the other as Diaz did the same. This seemed a little too easy, too straight forward for the task at hand. These men were facing the wrath of Pablo Escobar if they uttered even a peep to any of you, and yet they were docile as children. One look at Javi dealing with the remaining man told you the same, that he was handing himself over without hesitation.

Something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

It was a good thing you looked over at Javi when you did. A split second later and you would have missed the final, unrevealed man leaving the small side door you assumed to be either a bedroom or bathroom, wielding a knife in his hand and heading straight for Javi’s occupied figure.

“Pena!” You yelled, dropping your perpetrators uncuffed hand and drawing your gun faster than you’d even think possible.

Javi looked at you, the fear clear in your eyes as you let your perp make a quick dive towards the fire escape and, before he could cuss you out for releasing him, you had taken a shot towards him.

The sight of it alone startled him enough to jump back, thinking you were aiming for him in a last ditch attempt at payback for his comment on your breasts that morning. But he felt no impact, even through his kevlar, instead hearing a scream of pain and a metal object drop to the floor next to him. Turning his head, with his own perps cuffed hands held tightly, he saw a man he hadn’t even suspected was there clutching his hand, red liquid pouring from a bullet hole and spilling onto the dirty wooden floor. A huge knife that would have easily caused him some damage lay on the floor, and he was quick to piece together what had happened in his mind.

You had shot the last guy, despite letting the assassin go. You had saved his life. But what had stunned him even more was the fact you’d drawn your gun in a matter of a single second and yet you had still hit the sicarios hand dead centre.

But all he could say, in the asshole tone he always brandished, was “You let your perp get away!”

You reeled back, as if to have been snapped out of the bare shock of your own reaction skills and you seemed to have realised then that the sicario had escaped with only one cuff secured on.

It was like your mind acted before you could think things over, before you could even consider the fact you were leaving your two colleagues to deal with three sicarios with one less gun protecting their backs, one less person looking out for them. You didn’t consider the fact that Carillo would practically hang you for what you were about to do; a rookie on a mission was supposed to be supervised at all times and strictly follow orders.

None of that passed through your head as you tore out the fire escape to follow the fleeing perp. And all Javi could do was watch you go, a desperate yell of your name leaving his lips.

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You pounded up the stairs after the sicario, taking them two at a time with the sound of your boots hitting the metal only a fraction of the way behind the clang of his own that reverberated from above you. He couldn’t have gotten much of a head start, that much you knew. Your chest began burning with oxygen deficit by the time you had covered three flights of steps, and the lack of the sicarios boots hitting the steel steps told you he’d met the rooftop by now. You could feel it, your airways betraying you. Maybe it was the hot Columbian sun or even that fucking kevlar that ristricted your movements, crushing them to a fraction of their size so you couldn’t take a full breath in, but you heard the wheeze in your tone by the time you closed in on him.

But you pushed on. For Bonilla. To catch that bastard Escobar, you pushed on.

Pulling out your now almost fully loaded gun, you kept it to your chest as you slowly walked up the final set of steps, heart pounding in your ears with the exertion. Your breaths came out in rapid motions with every passing second, and you begged, prayed, for them to even out even in the slightest so you could make a well thought decision on what to do with the criminal. He must be on the rooftop, there was no way he was leaving down the stairs inside the building, your team had those covered. You had him cornered.

At least so you thought.

Your facial expression must have been comical from the loud laugh you heard as the steps plateaued out and your boots met concrete, with no sicario in sight.

Your head spun to search for the source of the sound, only to see the rat on the building across the street, luckily for him the one on the other side to where your snipers lay in wait. He was pulling a metal beam away from your roof top, and you quickly filled in the blanks to take a guess that he had climbed over using the pole as a bridge.

He had escaped. There was no way you were making it down the stairs of your building in time to catch him. The property he stood on was easily two flights shorter, and you had no walky to contact your team that he would be coming down from there. He would easily get away, and you both knew it.

Seeing you hesitate to retreat to the stairs inside, he knew you had given up, accepted defeat with the shared knowldge that he would end up escaping even if you were to continue the chase.

Your face burned hot with anger and with the strenuous exercise of running four flights of stairs in under two minutes. He couldn’t get away, he just couldn’t.

You heard another two sets of footsteps make it to the rooftop, and just by the growl of a breath you knew it was Javi.

“What the hell were you thinking? I had to leave Diaz with three assailants, do you know how risky that is-” He started chewing you out as one of your team members from the ground floor watched, gun cocked at the sicario on the opposite roof that stared at you smugly.

“He’s going to get away,” You snarled, pointing your gun up at the perp with the angriest scowl Javi had ever seen you contort to. “By the time we’ve made it downstairs, he’ll no doubt be in a getaway vehicle and we’ll have lost him,”

Javi looked up at the sicario staring at your group, and the smug grin told him everything. That bastard knew you needed him alive, that you couldn’t simply shoot him and be done with it because you needed the information - information that would have to wait another day.

“Puedes borrar esa sonrisa, bastardo. Te atraparemos lo suficientemente pronto,” [You can wipe that smirk away, bastard. We’ll catch you soon enough,] Javi called over to the man who cackled manically. You turned around to head for the exit as did the other two men, the bitter sense of defeat blazing hot in you like a flame licking up your insides.

“Tu debería haber corrido más rápido,”[You should have run faster,] The sicario taunted you back, ignoring Pena’s words. Said man lifted his hand up to pat your shoulder sympathetically, seeing the down turn of your head and knowing all too well you would be kicking yourself for letting him get away. You had saved him, thrown your own success out the window to save his life, and in turn you had brought yourself the shame of defeat. The disappointment was written all over your face, and it seemed the sicario saw it too as he finished his jab at your capability. “No debería haber enviado a una chica a hacer el trabajo de un hombre,” [Shouldn’t have sent a girl to do a man’s job,]

You stopped in your tracks as the words met your ears. A man’s job.

Your blood boiled where you stood.

Javi saw something click in your eyes when you heard it. “Princesa, leave him. We’ll get him next time, no doubt the snipers will scout whatever vehicle he escapes in,” He said, in an almost comforting yet rugged tone from his heavy breathing, though you both knew the perp would be untraceable after today. Escobar’s men had a way of vanishing once they knew the DEA were sniffing around them like bloodhounds around a fox den. To put it simply, you had blown it. You had cleared the stairs so fast and yet you too were struggling for breath, it only served as a reminder how much older he was than you. His lungs burnt with exhaust and, despite the clear discontent written on your features, he was at least glad the mission was over with most perps accounted for.

He would have called this a successful mission. You had other plans.

You’d show that Sicario bastard exactly what kind of a man’s job you could do.

Spinning on your heel, you saw the perpetrator with his back turned to you, gently strolling over to the exit of the rooftop, the wicked smile still pressed on his face at the fact he knew he’d gotten away with little more than a single handcuff to show for your hard work.

You weren’t sure what did it. Maybe it was that final comment taunting your job position, or maybe it was the fact you knew he had intel on who killed Bonilla, intel that could make or break your case against Escobar. Maybe it was even the heat that had been mounting on you all day from Javi’s lusting eyes you didn’t want to think about, or that goddamn Columbian sun, or the white hot anger at all of it that tipped you over the edge.

But for the second time that day, with no thoughts other than on catching the bad guy, you took off running.

There was barely even a second, just a sliver of a moment where you regretted your decision. But the logical part of your brain had long since shut off and all that remained was rage at the smug man leaving the rooftop. You heard Javi shout something, but you didn’t listen to him. You simply bolted towards the edge of the terrace.

Your boot met the very fringe of the concrete and that was when you snapped back into reality. You were a woman possessed, but it was too late to hesitate now unless falling was to be an option, and so you simply kicked off the ground with everything in you and hauled yourself off the edge.

Javi could have sworn his breath died in his chest altogether.

You daren’t look down in fear of the sheer drop that you’d just sprinted up not minutes earlier. You had no clue what had led you to it, but here you were hurtling off the cusp of a building. It was the closest thing to flying you could imagine as you soared towards the other apartment complex.

Luckily for you, the distance seemed much more insidious when you were standing on the edge of the roof than when you were careering through the air in between, and the platform you were headed for seemed close enough to make. You knew you’d have to stick the landing clearly, otherwise you’d simply break your ankles and be left stranded as the perp got away. Not ideal.

Come on years of bullshit gymnastics classes, you chanted in your head. You moved swiftly as your feet came into contact with the roof, rolling your body down and forward over your shoulder, pushing all the momentum of the landing into your whole body rather than your heels. It hurt, god it stung as you came barreling to the floor, but luckily you managed to stick it, push yourself back up to your feet and run towards the hitman.

He didn’t see it coming.

By the time he had turned his head to see what the grunt of pain was, you had tackled him to the ground, yanking his hands behind his body and securing the second cuff over his wrist.

“¿Qué carajo?” [What the fuck?] He screamed, writhing under your weight to which you simply raised your gun to his head, his restrained hands now tightly pinched in your own as you took a breath of relief.

It had worked. You had him now.

“¿Cómo es eso para el trabajo de un hombre, gilipollas?” [How’s that for a man’s job, asshole?”] You said, your voice gravelly but the sheer pride in it was unmistakable. You had him now, and you couldn’t wait to make him pay, if not for his smart mouth then for Bonilla.

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“You did what?” As an old friend of your father’s, you knew you’d only gotten away with that last stick in the elevator because Carillo gave you leeway. He was sparing with you, gentle even compared to all the times you’d seen him dismiss an agent quivering in his boots at the man’s thunderous voice.

And yet, he was seething with anger by the time you’d debriefed him on the mission.

Javi, smartly, had suggested it would be best if it was just him and you in the room when you let your boss know exactly what you had done on the mission that day. You knew you had fucked up, twice, by throwing your caution to the wind and chasing after the guy, but you still tried to splutter an excuse nonetheless.

“I only did it because we needed that intel. He might have gotten away with the only lead we’d have, so I just did what-” Your voice was shaky, much different to when you had proudly caught the sicario earlier that day. Horatio Carillo was fucking terrifying when he wanted to be, and you finally saw the angry look that made you blood turn cold in your veins.

“No, junior,” His hand slammed against his desk and you visibly jumped in your seat at the loud bang that reverberated through his office. “What you did was risk, not just your own life on this mission but Diaz’s too and you broke your supervisory order,” He yelled, and you cowered into your chair, “You tailing the perpetrator out the window left Pena with no choice but to follow you, and meant Diaz had to cover your ass and hold down three sicarios all by himself.”

“I understand, sir,” Your voice wobbled, and Javi tried his hardest not to look at you, knowing you were no doubt close to tears and the added gaze would only add to the burn in your throat to keep them at bay. “But if you could try to understand, I was just trying to help-”

“Do you not understand what the Embassy would do to us if a newbie died under our supervision?” Carrillo spoke with a deadly bark, “If a rookie dies, our cut of funding gets thrown to shit for lack of care. We can’t catch Escobar with beginners making stupid mistakes like you did,” He said, taking a deep inhale of his cigarette to calm himself.

“Sir, in her defence-” Javi tried only to have the cigarette thrust in his face in between two long fingers that gripped it with almost criminal tightness.

“Button it, Pena,” Carillo ordered and he had no choice but to subdue his argument for when the man had calmed. Your boss whirled back onto you, staring at your pitiful withdrawal figure and shaking his head, “One more mistake, Junior. One more stunt like that and I’m sending you back to America,”

Your breath drawing between your teeth soddenly was audible to both men in the room and Javi felt his heart sink in grief. He knew - as angry as he had been too - he knew you were trying to do what was right. Hell, you had let the perp get away to protect him, to save his life. And yet, he was powerless to defend you against Carillo’s justified rage.

Because he was right. What you had pulled was stupid, and had put their funding on the line, something they were already running dangerously low on with the Commie problem running rampant in America being the focus of the embassy’s attention.

“Understood,” You said through a watery gaze and followed his hand as he pointed to the door of his office. You wouldn’t cry, not at work. Not only would your embarrassment be unfathomable, but it would only prove to the men around you that you were just another woman who couldn’t keep her emotions in check.

You heard Javi following after you as you left his office, footsteps trailing down the halls of the embassy to your own work room where Steve sat at his desk, head tucked into a file. He took in your figure walking into the office and grunted a greeting but did a clear double take as he saw the redness building around your eyes.

“Junior, what’s wrong?” He asked, but you couldn’t respond clearly, and shut yourself in the damn cupboard you’d spent your first week organising.

You slammed the door behind you as a clear sign of ‘don’t follow me’ and slumped to the floor with your head buried into your arms. It was only then, without the prying eyes of your peers, you allowed yourself to weep.

Javi and Steve stood outside the filing cupboard, their ears pressed against the door with intent.

“I think she’s crying,” Steve whispered, turning his head to look at his partner, “What happened in there?”

“She got her ass handed to her by Carillo,” Javi muttered. He had really tried to defend you after you’d left the office, but Carillo was much too wound up to hear him out and so pursuing after your retreating figure had been a much better bet.

“Ouch,” Steve replied, visibly wincing at the thought. He had been lucky enough to avoid his boss’ rage as of yet, but he too had seen grown men left stuttering after being yelled at by the mountain of a man.

Javi nodded, raising his fist to the door and knocking. “Junior?” He spoke clearly, though he didn’t move to open the door until you gave him a signal you wanted to talk, “Junior, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just give me a minute,” You replied, voice crackling with a sob. The men looked at eachother with rue. In the month you’d been working with them, you seemed to have never failed to brighten up the office, despite the many hours you and Javi spent spatting like feral cats, you always put everyone else before yourself. You had a good heart, and even better intention, and they both knew that. Hell, it was putting Javi’s safety before the entirety of the mission that had landed you in trouble in the first place. That was why it stung so much to hear you cry.

“Princessa, listen-” Javi started, only for you to cut him off with a scratched tone wringing your words.

“I said go away, Pena!” You yelled, and he could only sigh hopelessly. This was new. Yes you got on eachothers nerves like hell most days, but he would take your sarcasm and teasing any day over this.

“Just give her some space, man,” Steve said, backing away from the door, “She just needs to calm down,”

Javi did as he suggested and retreated back to his desk, his hand reaching up to rub over his moustache with clear tension. He hated it. He knew exactly where Carillo was coming from and had that happened on your first day, he probably would have jumped in with the scolding himself. It was reckless and stupid, but he couldn’t stop thinking over how you had risked it all for him. You had put everything on the line for him, something he never thought would happen.

He knew he should leave you alone to your own space. That was what Steve had suggested and it made a lot of sense, but just couldn’t have it. He couldn’t bear knowing you were sitting crying alone, weeping in guilt and regret over doing something that had touched his heart in a way no one had in years.

He had been with so many women that brought him to a climax in his lower regions, but what you had done had touched him all over, setting him aflame with pure fondness. Even more than fondness: he held you in deep reverence after you had thrown yourself into danger to save him.

There was no way he was leaving you alone after that.

He huffed in annoyance, whirling back on his feet to the filing room and all but ripped the door off its hinges with how heavy handed he was.

“I told you to fuck off, Javi,” You murmered, looking up at him with pitifully bloodshot eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You listen to me now, Junior, and I’m not asking nicely,” Javi’s voice boomed through the small room, commanding your utmost attention and part of you swelled into submission at how authoritative he sounded. Any resolve you had to kick him out died then, as you listened to him on whimpered breath, “What you did was stupid, I’ll admit. Hell, I saw you jump off that roof top and I thought you were a goner,” He admitted, pointing at you with the hand that had been the centre of your focus all day as he continued, “But, today you were brave, and selfless and damn near one of the best agents I’ve ever seen in the past twenty years I’ve been in the job.”

Your eyes lined with tears at his words, “I don’t understand. I fucked up, Javi,” You mumbled, frowning up at him. It was clear as day you had been in the wrong. You just had to have the last laugh, push yourself over that line of proving yourself and it and put your team in danger. You were an awful agent, so where was this coming from?

Javi held his hand out to help you to your feet, which you took after a moment of hesitation. You stood, head turning up to meet his gaze. “Princesa, you have more balls than any man I’ve ever met - myself included,” He said after moments of indignant hesitation and you snickered quietly through old tears, looking to the floor, “You do what needs to be done which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Just try to slow it down and think it through before you get yourself hurt, yeah?”

You nodded at his words, comforted by the low timbre in his tone. You doubted Javi had ever comforted someone before, he didn’t seem like the mushy type and yet his words had warmed your heart and quietened your weeps with ease.

And then he did something even more unexpected. He pulled you into a hug.

He smelled amazing, that was the first thing you could think. The same as his truck had the night before, the same way he had when he’d tugged you close and you couldn’t help but wonder if he had thought the same sinful things as you had in the moment you’d been so near to one another.

And now, wrapped in his warm arms that stroked your spine with a gentleness you were unaware he was capable of, the thoughts were back, tantalising your mind and gripping your chest in its clutch. His warmth, his breath, his musky scent and his low voice that whispered to you “You did real good, bebita.” You couldn’t help but press yourself further into where his shoulder met his neck, your mind invaded with Javier Pena and nothing else.

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Happy Fourth of July to everyone who celebrates it! I'm so sorry this has taken so long, I got shadow banned and then I have also been very very ill for the past few weeks so I have been too tired and feeble to write! but I'm on the mend fear not! and I have a plan of exactly how their journey is going to go from here on out with 6 parts to this series (perhaps seven if I write a smut finale PERHAPS)

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Could you do a Javier peña x female reader where javi gets naughty and teases her in public but she gets her revenge at home that night by putting on a show and saying “only good boys get to touch”?? Thank you, your writing is so good!

One way or another, this ended in sin. Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language, smut (18+ only!)

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"Stop," you hissed through gritted teeth as Javier toyed with the hem of your dress. It was already tight, purposely chosen to give him an eye full, but not enough to cause him to touch. You, Javier, and Steve were currently out at dinner, talking it up with a bunch of big wigs from the Colombian government. Not exactly a place for him to be making a scene, "Javier."

"You say you don't enjoy this," he pretended he dropped something and leaned down, whispering so only you could hear, "then why are you so wet?"

He straightened back up, but kept his hand on your thigh as he pushed your damp panties to the side and ran a finger through your soaked folds. Bastard. 

Instinctively you tried to close your legs, but Javier was faster and able to keep his hand between your legs. He was practically fucking smirking at your vain attempts to pull away. 

"Stop this, now," you insisted, almost banging your fist on the table as he circled over your clit with his thumb. He was enjoying this far too much, somehow managing to keep a conversation going without so much as missing a beat as you struggled to keep from moaning.

"Everything alright?" he feigned innocence as he turned to you when everyone noticed your lapse in conversation. It took everything in your power to nod and smile politely as if your secret, but not so secret, boyfriend wasn’t about to fingering you, "you look a little flushed."

"Nooope," you managed to squeak out as he curled his fingers just right and hit your sweet spot, "just fiiiine."

"Hmm," he mused before shrugging his shoulders and getting back to his own conversation. You were so wet you could practically feel your arousal dripping down your leg as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The sound was disgustingly obscene, so wet and filthy, you were surprised no one else could hear it. 

But then, as you edged closer and closer to your blissful release, Javier pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his lips and discreetly sucking them clean as if he had gotten food on them. 

Your mouth dropped as you watched him with an incredulous expression. He pretended he didn't notice at first before turning back to grin as you downed the rest of your wine.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you narrowed your eyes at him, cursing him for being such a bastard, "you're going to pull that little stunt and then not even let me finish?!"

"You were getting a little loud," he said casually, sipping on his drink as he waved at a couple of people he recognized at another table, "I didn't want you to be embarrassed or cause a scene, baby. You’re normally such a good girl, what happened?”

“Javier Peña,” you huffed at him as he just continued to have the most saccharine look on his face, “I hate you. We’re done. I never want to see you again!”

Grabbing your purse, you stood up, ready to make up some sort of bullshit excuse about you just remembered a prior engagement. Anything to get out of there and finish what Javi had started. He caught your wrist and looked at you with the softest, big, brown puppy dog eyes before pouting, “you don’t mean that.”

“Yeah...well...right now I do,” you hissed at him before pulling out of his grasp and offering a good evening to the rest of the table, without so much as even offering him another glance. It hadn’t taken more than a few moments to come up with your little plan to get back at Javi; you knew him like a book, and for once you were going to be a few steps ahead. 

You could practically feel his eyes glued to your backside as you left the restaurant, a smirk spreading on your face as you picked up your coat at the check. 

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It wasn’t much later before you heard Javi’s keys in the lock as he returned to his apartment. You were lying in his bed, dressed in the newest bit of lingerie you’d stashed in one of his drawers for an occasion just like this. You were sipping on some champagne as you laid there, attempting to look as innocent as possible. 

“Baby? I thought you were mad and didn’t want to see me again,” he called out as he spied the light on his room, slowly making his way down the hall. You prepared yourself, reminding yourself that he deserved retribution for earlier and you would make him suffer. His tie was already loosened and half off as he came into the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening as he drank in the sight of you, “fuck.”

“Hi Javi,” you offered him a sweet little smile as you batted your lashes at him, “didn’t take long for you to come. I thought you were having oh so much fun with the guys?”

“Fuck them,” he tossed his tie onto the floor, already starting to unbutton his shirt, the growing bulge in his pants visible, “new set?”

“Mhmm...bought it just for you, Javi,” you touched over the barely there lace that covered your breasts, watching as he visibility swallowed the lump in his throat. His shirt was off in mere seconds before he reached for his waistband, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t be in here looking like that, and not expect me to want to fu-”

“Only good boys get to touch,” you leaned and crawled to the edge of the bed, holding up a finger and stopping him. He raised his eyebrows as he watched you in disbelief, “what, baby? Did you think I would let you touch me or fuck me after that little stunt you pulled? Mhmm...I don’t think so.”

“You’ve got to be...kidding me,” his eyes were almost black with lust as you just nodded sweetly before laying back against his soft blankets and pillows. His cock twitched in his trousers as he felt like a little piece of his soul was dying then and there. This was practically torture - if not worse, “what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, yeah, hmmm...looks painful,” you mused as he sighed, “well, I can tell you exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to sit in that chair and watch me touch myself. You don’t get to touch yourself either.”

“Shit,” he groaned, but as soon as he noticed the fierce, predatory look in your eyes, he decided not to argue and sat down, “you’re a tease.”

“Me?” you propped yourself against the pillows, “what about you? You edged me and left me practically dripping.”

Before he could protest, you touched your breast, squeezing it through the fabric and causing your nipple to peak before doing the same thing to the other. It was easy to get lost in the motions, letting a few moans spill from your mouth as you imagined it was his hand or mouth on you. He watched you eagerly, seemingly not blinking or breathing as he watched you play with your breasts. 

“Javi,” his name practically rolled off your tongue like a reverent prayer. Reaching behind your back, you undid the clasp of your bra and let it slowly fall down your arms before tossing it to join Javi's tie. Stretching, you made sure he got a good view of your chest and before gliding your hand down to your body and to your mound. 

"Shit...baby," you could see that he was straining against his trousers, "please let me touch you…"

"No," you purred as you touched yourself over the lacy panties, feeling how soaked they already were. The mere thought of having this much power over him was...sexy. You teased yourself over the fabric for a few moments, making all the lewd noises possible, "Javi...fuck, I'm so wet. All for you. Want to see, baby boy?"

"Hermosa…"

"Mhmmm," you slipped a hand inside your panties and circled over your swollen clit. You were already so wet, that it was practically threatening to drip down your thigh. Combined with your arousal and would be orgasm from earlier, you were almost at your peak again.Glancing up, you could see that he was practically craning his neck to get a better look. Deciding to egg him on, you threw your head back as you added another finger and dragged it through your soaked folds  "oh Javi."

“Shit,” his hands were on the arm rests of the chair, as for once he listened to you and refrained from touching himself. His grip was so tight that the skin over his knuckles was stretched and practically white, “wanna see.”

“I bet you do,” you pulled your hand out and slowly made your way over to him, stopping directly in front of his body, practically humming with energy before holding up your fingers to him, “suck.”

Javier practically groaned at your words, but did as you asked, taking your fingers in his mouth as he sucked them clean. Only when you were sure he had done a thorough job, did you pull your hand back, but not before grabbing his chin in your hands and roughly forcing him to look at you, “oh, so you can be a good boy. Very good.”

“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me,” you beamed at his words, gently carding a hand through his dark locks as he keened into your touch. You let him face his moment, pretending to lean down to kiss him, but instead picking up his tie. He watched you with a small huff as you grabbed his wrists, tying them together, just enough to be tight, but not enough to truly restrict him. It was more of a show of power in the moment, and you wanted to wield it over him for once. Before going back to the bed, you leaned down and gave him an actual kiss, just a soft, gentle little thing. 

You pulled off the delicate lace panties, tossing them at him, before laying back down and spreading your legs so he could get a full view of you. Giving him a devilish smirk, you reached down and touched yourself, slowly, making it a point to show him everything. Rubbing gentle circles on your clit, you moaned before slowly working towards your entrance and sliding a finger inside.

“Javier,” you sighed contentedly as he watched with great interest, “gods, I wish it was your fingers inside of me. So thick and good, know how to touch me just right.”

“I could…”

“No,” you slipped another finger inside, a small gasp escaping your parted lips as you felt the heat in your belly continue to pool, the coil that was threatening to snap winding tighter and tighter. Curling your fingers added to the pleasure you felt as you worked to find your sweet spot, on that Javier usually found effortlessly. You toes started to curl in pleasure as you made a show of it all, just to push him further, “fuck...Javi, ‘m so close. Don’t you wish it was your cock I was going to cum all over?”

“You look so pretty like that baby, all spread out,” he was clearly enjoying the show as he sat back, biting his own lip to try and control himself. He felt like he was going to cum in his trousers without even having touched himself, “are you going to cum for me?”

“Mhmm,” you used your free hand to squeeze and play with your breasts as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of yourself, “wish it was your cock or your mouth. Such a good mouth.”

“You’re almost there baby,” he cooed at you, as you opened your eyes to look at him. His face was flushed, the tan of his delicious skin tinged with pink as he gazed upon you with wild, watchful eyes.

“Javi,” it was a breathy whisper as you felt your walls start to clench around your fingers causing you to speed up your ministrations as you felt the warm, blissful haze of your orgasm wash over you. A small cry left your lips as you came around your fingers, before it all turned into a reverent, gentle chant of his name. 

Only when you were completely through the throws of your passion, you collapsed among the pillows and let out a long, blissful sigh. It had been fun - to have him watch and hold a semblance of power over him, even if it was only for a little while. At work you were equals, and in your relationship, Javier was generally in control, and to be honest, you didn’t mind it. There was something about the protective, dominant Javier that you adored and drove you wild. Not that he wielded power over you, or tried to make you subservient in any sense, it just worked...but this? Having him at your mercy? It was pretty good. You’d make a note to try it again some time. 

But just before you called him, you felt the bed shift as he made his way on it, looming over you before leaning down and kissing you deeply. Of course he couldn’t control himself for much longer. 

“Javier,” you grinned up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down against your body. He was naked already, and you could feel his hard cock rubbing against your mound, “what do you think you're doing?”

“That was a cute show,” he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against yours before kissing you - this time with more hunger and intensity. You grinned into his touch as his hands found your waist and gripped you tightly, sure to leave bruises for the coming days, “but now I’m going to fuck you, and show you how its done.”

“Are you actually going to let me cum this time?" you smirked against his lips as he made a sound akin to a growl in the back of his back throat.

“I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name,” he swore and you could feel yourself melting into him, “you are not leaving this bed all weekend.”

“For a threat, that doesn’t sound too bad,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly against your body, peppering some kisses along his jaw, “te amo, Javier - even if you are an asshole sometimes.”

“Te amo hermosa,” he sighed lightly as he relished in your touch, “you and only - always.”

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365 days since I made a Ko-Fi… wow. I rarely use it, but the email I just received reminded me to post about something that’s been on my mind for a while now. Something I’ve seen many others thrive on doing.

I want to open commissions.

As many of you know, I recently moved out of my family home and into my very first apartment, all alone, in the big city. I’ve spent the last week applying for jobs, but you know how tough finances can be. Rent, bills, my Law degree and putting food on the table is very expensive and I’m looking to scrape together any additional funds that will help me get by.

Now, of course, I am aware of the legalities and copyright law that is in place. Therefore, commissions I write will be very strict, and for the sake of it, they will be AUs. I cannot write in the Star Wars universe or in the DC universe for that reason, I hope you understand.

This can be a good thing though, as you can take as much artistic liberty as you like when describing what you want me to write! Want a royalty AU with Frankie Morales? A nanny AU with Din Djarin? … etc. Let me know and I can do it for you!

Now of course, I do have some rules:

I will write NSFW but it will cost you £5 extra.

I will write about any kinks or fantasies you have, providing it is not r*pe, non-con, or involves gore/violence.

I am within my right to reject any requests and you will receive a full refund.

Want me to involve extra characters? Ie. Javier Peña x Reader x Din Djarin (for example) it will cost you £5 extra.

I write for any Pedro Pascal character.

Now, here’s the important bit. I want to make my commissions as affordable as possible.

1,000 word fic: £8

2,000 word fic: £16

3,000 word fic: £24

and so on… maximum I will write is 20,000 words (£160)

Extras will be at a £5 extra charge (if you want smut or an additional character).

I chose £8 as that is the minimum wage for my age in my country.

Shoot me a message when you have paid for your commission and we can discuss the types of things you’d like to see in your fic! I am also willing to cater the reader to you specifically, eg. Plus size!reader, reader with a disability, etc.. as long as I can speak to you about it first because I may need advice/information from you.

These fics, like all my fics, will be reader insert.

Here is the link to my Ko-Fi below:

I’d be so grateful for any donations, but please don’t feel pressured to do so.

Thank you all so much and as always, reblogs mean the world ❤️🙏