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• Vogue Czechoslovakia, August 2024

Germany model Céline Goebel, photographer Pepe Herreros, styling Martxel Montero

head of content Danica Kovarova, publisher Michaela Seewald ❛ Céline wearing Juan Vidal dress and Saint Laurent shoes | models in cover story Tonie Engonga, Maria Peña, Martín Miller, J'Adore and Arnau Torrent

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Diego Luna and José María Yazpik with Architect Agustín Pizá at WGC Mexico Championship, 2018 (x)

Here's a video with Chema, Diego and Michael Peña:

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Handsome men from Narcos

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𝔼𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝟙𝟙𝕊

El 11 de septiembre de 2001 dos aviones se incrustaban contra las Torres Gemelas, atravesando así el corazón de los neoyorquinos y de cualquier ser humano civilizado. El terrorismo yihadista sacudió a occidente con un ataque sin precedentes. Casi 3.000 personas perdieron su vida y con ella sus sueños, además del golpe irreparable para las familias de las víctimas.

Hoy hace 23 años de esta fatalidad

Una de las cualidades más mágicas del séptimo arte es su capacidad para extraer historias inspiradoras de un hecho tan fatal como el 11-S. Asimismo, el cine permite ilustrar de manera fidedigna el transcurso de acontecimientos de la complejidad del citado.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 (2006)

El filme "World Trade Center" narra la heroicidad de John McLoughlin y Will Jimeno, los dos primeros policías que se adentraron entre las llamas y los escombros de las torres gemelas para rescatar a las personas que quedaron atrapadas en aquella trampa mortal en que se convirtieron los rascacielos.

Nicholas Cage y Michael Peña dan vida a los dos protagonistas en la producción dirigida por Oliver Stone, ganador de tres Óscar. 

Nicolas Cage, Michael Peña, Maria Bello, Maggie Gyllenhaal son sus protagonistas

𝕃𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕒 (2012)

"La noche más oscura" nace como consecuencia de los atentados del 11 de septiembre, aunque no esté centrada explícitamente en los hechos. El argumento pone la lupa en la operación de inteligencia de las fuerzas estadounidenses para dar caza a Osama Bin Laden, líder por aquel entonces de la banda terrorista Al Qaeda, responsable de las atrocidades del 11-S.

El título, "Zero Dark Thirty", se refiere a la hora: las 00:30 de la madrugada del 2 de mayo de 2011, momento en que el comando SEAL de los marines penetró en la residencia de Bin Laden en Abbottabad, en Pakistán, para dar caza al hombre más buscado de la historia.

El largometraje logró alzarse con un Óscar en la categoría de 'Mejor edición' de sonido, además de acumular otras cuatro nominaciones como 'Mejor película', 'Mejor actriz', 'Mejor guion original' y 'Mejor montaje'. Una de las protagonistas, Jessica Chastain consiguió un Globo de Oro por su interpretación. En el reparto destacan nombres como  Jason Clarke, Joel Edgerton, Chris Pratt, Jennifer Ehle, Mark Strong, Kyle Chandler y Édgar Ramírez.

Jessica Chastain ,Jason Clarke, Joel Edgerton, Chris Pratt, Jennifer Ehle, Mark Strong, Kyle Chandler y Édgar Ramírez son los protagonistas.

𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝟡𝟛 (2006)

Los atentados del 11-S fueron más allá del World Trade Center. 

"United 93" narra el intento terrorista frustrado por los pasajeros a bordo del vuelo que incialmente cubría el trayecto entre el Aeropuerto Internacional Libertad de Newark (Nueva Jersey) y el Aeropuerto Internacional de San Francisco.

La aeronave fue secuestrada por cuatro terroristas con el objetivo de impactar contra el Capitolio de los EEUU. La película -dirigida, escrita y coproducida por Paul Greengrass- pretende una representación real de lo acontecido en la fatídica fecha. Tal es así, que el cineasta y su equipo se mantuvieron en contacto con las familias de los afectados para empapar de verdad su obra.

Protagonizada por Christian Clemenson, Cheyenne Jackson, Ben Sliney, Khalid Abdalla 

𝔼𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕘𝕦𝕟 𝕝𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒 (2007)

El popular actor Adam Sandler encarna al dentista Charlie Fineman en 'En algún lugar de la memoria'.

Fineman es un dentista de la gran manzana cuya familia muere en los atentados del 11-s. Este duro golpe -que muy probablemente viviera alguien en la realidad- acaba con cualquier ilusión de Fineman y convierte su vida en una agonía; sin embargo, el reencuentro con un viejo amigo de la universidad le hace recuperar la ilusión.

La dirección y guion son obra de Mike Binder, que con el argumento logra emocionar tras vislumbrar la posibilidad de ser feliz tras enfrentar la crueldad en su mayor expresión.

Protagonizada por Adam Sandler, Don Cheadle, Liv Tyler, Jada Pinkett Smith 

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#77 El Caso Asunta

Cuando Rosario Porto (Candela Peña) y Alfonso Basterra (Tristán Ulloa) se casaron eran felices, la enfermedad relacionada con el lupus que Rosario tenía les llevó a que les recomendaran la adopción antes que buscar un embarazo, ahí Asunta Fang Young Basterra Porto, la primera niña china adoptada en Galicia en el año 2000.

Pero en el 2013 las personas que eran Rosario Porto y Alfonso Basterra ya no eran las mismas, estaban muy lejos de ser felices y de ser la familia que siempre soñaron.

Alfonso Basterra abandonó su carrera de periodismo para dedicarse en cuerpo y alma a su familia, exceptuando algún trabajo ocasional, se mantenía en casa, atento a lo que necesitaran su mujer y su hija, con 0 ingresos. Por otro lado, Rosario Porto había perdido casi un año antes a sus padres, en 2012, y ahora estaba trabajando en el bufete de su padre, pero, era más común conocerla por ser de la alta sociedad de Galicia y por vivir de las rentas. Puede que una vida infeliz, en los últimos años, la frustración, una baja autoestima u otras cosas la llevaron a tener varias crisis mentales en los dos últimos años, consumiendo pastillas para tranquilizarse que le ayudaban a sobrellevar el día a día.

Pero últimamente había logrado recuperar la sonrisa, había empezado una relación paralela a su matrimonio con Vicente, un hombre que acababa de tener un bebé con su mujer, y el que necesita mantener en secreto esa relación extramatrimonial.

Alfonso descubre, mediante unos emails, la relación extramatrimonial de Rosario y Vicente y ser enfurece, toda la vida cediendo, colocando a su familia delante de todo, y su mujer había decidido echarlo por la borda por tener sexo con un señor cualquiera. Eso le lleva al extremo y a la irracionalidad y a ser hostil con Rosario, entre otras cosas porque ella no admite la infidelidad, pero dada est�� nueva actitud decide mandarle los papeles del divorcio justo cuando él tiene que volver a casa de sus padres para pedirles dinero para alquilar su propio espacio.

A Alfonso le cuesta poco perder los papeles y sentirse profundamente traicionado con su exmujer, como si nada de lo sacrificado en estos años valiera nada, y la circunstancia se agrava cuando Rosario, le pide a Vicente, que si tan felices son juntos, que deje a su esposa, cosa a la que Vicente se niega rotundamente y decide romper la relación con ella, lo que provoca que le dé una crisis y se le paralice a Rosario medio rostro, ahí Alfonso va a visitarla y le dice que se ocupará de ella como siempre si deja esa relación, y ella acepta.

A partir de aquí se llega a una especie de acuerdo interno entre la pareja, Alfonso viviría de alquiler en un piso austero a menos de 20 metros de la casa de su exmujer, eso se mantendría así como antes de la crisis de Rosario, pero acercarían posturas, él las cuidaría, tanto a ella como a la niña, y volverían a ser la familia que siempre soñaron ser.

Es aquí, donde empieza el calvario de Asunta y ni siquiera va a ser consciente, cuando se quiso dar cuenta de que algo extraño pasaba, ya era demasiado tarde, los últimos dos años de su vida, entre 2011-2013 pasaron una serie de circunstancias que la llevaron al final de su vida, con solo 13 años.

El día que Asunta come con sus padres en casa de su padre, sale la primera del piso hacia casa de su madre, porque sus padres tienen que hablar. Allí, Alfonso le vuelve a echar en cara, de manera hostil, a Rosario, que sabe que se está viendo, de nuevo, con su amante Vicente, y que ambos habían llegado a un acuerdo que ella no estaba respetando. En esa discusión, que quedaría diluida en el juicio, él le dice muy serio que aquella familia que construyeron es para siempre, y que se vaya haciendo a la idea de una vez.

La teoría que parece más certera es que cuando Rosario volvió a su casa, totalmente desquiciada por las palabras de Alfonso, trituró las pastillas y las colocó en un zumo dispuesta a bebérselo, pero en ese momento Asunta la llama y le dice que tiene sed, y ella, en lugar de bebérselo, con solo reflexionarlo un instante, decide que el zumo es para la niña.

Aquí merece la pena destacar que en los últimos tres meses, y siempre que estaba en casa de su padre, coincidía la compra de pastillas tranquilizantes por parte de Alfonso Basterra, con comportamiento caótico por parte de Asunta (durmiéndose en cualquier parte, estando cansada a todas horas...) y se puntualiza que es posible que se debiera a que con Asunta calmada y relajado Alfonso podría hacer con su vida lo que quisiera y no solo sacrificarse por su bien. En esto se excusa Rosario para darle las pastillas a Asunta.

Asunta y Rosario van a la casa de Teo, y allí la niña se queda dormida en una cama, lo que aprovecha la madre para ahogarla por sofocación con un cojín, después y sin saber como solucionarlo, la coloca en la parte trasera del coche, tapada con una manta. Y se deshace de ella donde la encuentran. Después se deshace de la manta y las zapatillas de la niña en un contenedor y se va a casa, a llamar a Alfonso para decirle que la niña no aparece, pero cuando su exmarido llega le confiesa que hizo con la niña lo mismo que él hacía con ella, pero que se le fue de las manos. Después de esto, se recomponen y van a denunciar a comisaria la desaparición de la niña.

¿Por qué lo hicieron?

Tal y como Rosario confiesa, pese a que ella y Alfonso se compenetraban muy bien en la crianza de la niña y como él se ocupa de todo lo que ella necesita (medicación, compra, etc.) le facilitaba la vida, pero ella necesitaba algo más y quería ser completamente feliz.

Alfonso no tenía dinero, dependía de su exmujer, se mantuvo pasivo durante todo su matrimonio y cuando Rosario le engañó, él, simplemente se desquició.

Es posible que ninguno de los dos quisiera ese fin para Asunta, pero lo cierto es que ambos necesitaban eliminarla de la ecuación para vivir su vida completamente, su madre para poder vivir su amor por Vicente, mostrándose complaciente y dispuesta, siempre que él quisiera y si ese señor no iba a renunciar a su familia por ella, Rosario estaba dispuesta a hacerlo.

Alfonso no tenía nada sin Rosario, y si ella caía, él debía estar a su lado, para consolarla y decirle que eran los dos en contra del mundo, porque ambos se querían y eso era más que suficiente.

Puede que la muerte fuera fruto de un arrebato y que igual que las pruebas con los tranquilizantes que hacía su padre para que Asunta no revoloteara con su, casi, adolescencia, por todas partes, siendo contestona o teniendo mil tareas como actividades extraescolares sumó puntos para su final. Pese a que era buena estudiante, poco sumisa, que era a lo que Rosario estaba acostumbrada, se volvió un problema, sobre todo, después de la muerte de sus abuelos maternos.

El suceso del hombre en su casa, me recuerda a, cuando en el caso Alcàsser, a Miriam la atacan en su patio antes de todo lo sucedido. Parece una manera en la que poner a prueba a la joven para saber como actuaria.

Asunta murió porque sus padres era lo suficiente egoísta como para ver como su situación se facilitaba si la quitaban de la ecuación de sus vidas. La facilidad con la que personas de alta cuna tomaron esta decisión deja demasiadas preguntas en el aire, ¿por qué no la internaron?... quizás los recursos emocionales y económicos de los Porto no eran para tanto, o quizás era algo que no les parecía que quedaría bien en los periódicos: los padres que adoptaron a la primera niña china en Galicia, se deshacen de ella en cuanto llega a la adolescencia, pese a que todo su profesorado solo tenía respuestas de admiración ante su entrega.

¿Querían sus padres a Asunta?

Se dieron dos circunstancias a la vez que no estaban castigadas en contra, es posible que Rosario y Alfonso, quisieran a su hija por encima de todo, pero no por encima de sí mismos. Quizás eran muchos años colocándose en un segundo plano, quizás el amor tiene esa forma de transformarse en algo odioso cuando choca directamente con tus intereses.

Sea como fuese, la historia es la que es, y aquí han sabido dibujarla con mano más firme que en el documental del mismo caso. Los dos últimos episodios cambian el ambiente de video resumen de YouTube que tiene al inicio, donde solo se salvan las actuaciones de Candela Peña y Tristán Ulloa, porque son un "sueño". Candela Peña es sublime, no solo en su acento, sus expresiones son demoledoras, en comparación a la propia Rosario Porto.

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Gli Incredibili

Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo abbiamo parlato come di consueto di un horror e questa volta abbiamo deciso di recensire il prequel di un’opera che abbiamo portato recentemente qui e a cui sono molto legato, Orphan: First Kill. Siamo in Estonia al Saarne Institute, un ospedale psichiatrico dov’è rinchiusa Leena, una donna di 31 anni con una particolare patologia…

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But Next Time Part 3: The Fight for Fair Housing in the Face of Climate Change (Encore)

12 Moms Initiative member Jamie describes water and mold damage to her home at the Coppertree Village Apartments to members of the National Low Income Housing Coalition during a bus tour hosted by Houston’s housing justice organizers. Credit: Leah Mahan   No matter where we come from, or how much money we make, we all deserve a safe and healthy place to call home. In this episode we meet Jamie, a…

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Something in me changed irrevocably after reading this. I don't even know where to begin with this. I'd copy and paste the parts I liked but I would have to put down the whole fic and that counts as plagiarism. Miranda what the fuck I love you and this fic so so much

life could be a dream

pairing: javier peña x you , javier peña x female oc rating: e ( explicit ) warnings: nsft content (pinv, talk of fingering), talk of the ocean (thalassophobia), adultery, unprotected sex, public sex (nothing too bad, though), a tad bit of angst threaded throughout. word count: 1.7k summary: To outrun being human is not sensible. It’s their constant state of being and something that they are reminded with frequency. So, they’ve stopped trying at that. Instead, Javier and this woman have decided to embrace the pain of being human together. It’s wicked game, sure, but no worse than realizing separately that they are one lonely drop in a big ocean. notes: i wrote this in one day and i haven’t written in a long time so forgive me if this isn’t up to par. that’s all, love ya <3

The thunderous clap of water against rocks fills the space between their elated foolishness and the harrowing reality of their affair. In this frame, there’s something decidedly real about the two bodies they are, and how they are pressed together. They are mortal and tangible against the backdrop of the sea pulling stones back into its water, regardless of their size. 

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Happy Birthday

pairing: javier pena x f! wife reader

summary: with all the birthday celebrations, javier shows her how much she truly means to their family.

PSA: in honor of today being my birthday, you just know i had to write a special story.

Javier Peña woke up early, quietly slipping out of bed to avoid waking his wife, Y/N. Their newborn son, Mateo, was already stirring in his crib, so Javier picked him up, whispering soft words to calm him. Down the hall, their three daughters Sophia, Maria, and Elena were already awake and bustling with excitement. It was Y/N’s birthday, and they had big plans.

“Shh, girls. We have to be quiet,” Javier reminded them with a smile.

The girls nodded eagerly, trying their best to stifle their giggles. Sophia, the oldest at ten, took charge of the kitchen, directing her sisters in making breakfast. Maria, eight, carefully measured out ingredients for pancakes, while Elena, five, watched the stove with intense concentration. Javier juggled Mateo on his hip, helping where he could and ensuring the chaos remained somewhat controlled.

“Sophia, remember to flip the pancakes when they start to bubble,” Javier instructed, his voice gentle but firm.

“Got it, Papá,” Sophia replied, her face scrunched up in concentration as she carefully poured batter onto the griddle.

Maria meticulously arranged the bacon on a baking sheet, making sure each strip was perfectly spaced. “Do you think mamá will like this?” she asked, her voice tinged with a bit of anxiety.

“She’ll love it, sweetheart. She’ll love everything,” Javier reassured her, kissing the top of her head.

Elena, standing on her tiptoes, tried to scramble the eggs with a big wooden spoon. “Papá, can you help me? My arms are too little,” she said with a pout.

“Of course, mi amor,” Javier said, chuckling as he set Mateo down in his bouncer. He stood behind Elena, guiding her hands as they stirred the eggs together. “You’re doing a great job.”

An hour later, with a tray laden with pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and freshly squeezed orange juice, they tiptoed back into the bedroom. Y/N stirred as they entered, her eyes fluttering open to see her entire family gathered around the bed, grinning widely.

“Happy birthday, mamá!” they chorused.

Y/N’s face lit up with joy as she sat up, taking Mateo from Javier’s arms. “Thank you, my loves. This is perfect.”

Sophia carefully placed the tray on her lap, beaming with pride. “We made it all ourselves, mamá! Well, Papá helped a little.”

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. “It’s wonderful. You all did such a great job.”

They spent a leisurely morning together, enjoying the breakfast and each other’s company. The girls shared their plans for the day with bubbling excitement, their voices overlapping as they each tried to outdo the other in enthusiasm. Afterward, Y/N had a few errands to run, so Javier saw her off with a kiss and a promise that they’d make her day special.

As soon as she left, Javier rallied the kids. “Alright, team. We’ve got a lot to do!”

They sprang into action, decorating the house with streamers, balloons, and handmade birthday banners. Sophia and Maria took charge of the decorations, climbing onto chairs to hang up the colorful streamers and carefully placing balloons around the living room. Elena was in charge of handing out the decorations, her tiny hands busy as she delivered supplies to her older sisters.

“More balloons over here, Maria!” Sophia called out, pointing to a corner of the room.

“Got it!” Maria replied, rushing over with a handful of balloons.

Javier supervised the activity, making sure everything went smoothly. He glanced at Mateo, who was happily kicking his legs in his bouncer, cooing at the flurry of activity around him.

“You’re being such a good boy, Mateo,” Javier said, bending down to kiss his son’s forehead.

In the afternoon, Chucho arrived, bringing his warmth and laughter. He hugged each of his grandchildren, lifting Elena up into the air and making her squeal with delight. Y/N’s parents followed shortly after, their arms full of presents and their hearts full of love. Together, they set up the dining room, transforming it into a festive celebration space.

By the time Y/N returned, the house was a burst of color and joy. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stepped inside. “Oh my goodness, this is incredible!”

Javier greeted her with a warm embrace. “We wanted to make sure your day was as special as you are.”

Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears. “You all did this for me? It’s beautiful.”

Dinner was a labor of love, with Javier at the helm. He prepared her favorite dishes, the aromas of roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and fresh vegetables filling the house. The family gathered around the table, sharing stories and laughter. The kids were bubbling with excitement, barely able to contain their secret.

“Papá, can we tell her now?” Sophia whispered, bouncing in her seat.

“Not yet, mija. After dinner,” Javier replied, a twinkle in his eye.

Finally, after the meal and a delicious slice of cake, it was time for gifts. Chucho and Y/N’s parents presented her with thoughtful presents, each one met with heartfelt thanks and hugs. Then, it was Javier and the kids’ turn.

Sophia, Maria, Elena, and Mateo all gathered around, holding a large, wrapped package. Javier guided it to Y/N, who looked at them with curiosity.

“Open it, mamá,” Sophia urged.

Y/N carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a stunning painting. It was a family portrait, beautifully detailed and capturing a moment of pure happiness. Javier had worked with a local artist for months to get it just right.

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she looked at the painting, then at her family. “This is… this is the most beautiful gift. Thank you all so much.”

Javier pulled her into a tight hug, his voice soft with emotion. “We wanted you to have something that shows how much we love you, and how grateful we are for everything you do.”

The kids joined the hug, wrapping their small arms around their parents. Y/N’s tears were ones of joy and overwhelming love, feeling blessed beyond measure.

That night, after tucking the kids into bed and saying goodnight to their guests, Javier and Y/N retreated to their bedroom. Javier locked the door behind them, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at his wife.

“You made today so special,” Y/N said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

Javier’s hands slid down to her waist, pulling her close. “You deserve it, mi amor. And I want to make tonight special too.”

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Y/N responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him. Javier’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and making her shiver with anticipation.

With a gentle push, he guided her back against the bedroom door, his lips trailing down her neck. Y/N gasped as he nipped at her sensitive skin, her body arching into his touch.

“Javi,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

He dropped to his knees before her, his hands sliding up her thighs as he pushed up her dress. Y/N’s breath hitched as he kissed his way along her inner thighs, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

“Javi, please,” she whispered, her fingers gripping the door behind her for support.

Javier looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and lust. “Anything for you, mi amor.”

He buried his face between her legs, his tongue finding her most sensitive spot through the thin fabric of her underwear. The sheer fabric clung to her wetness, enhancing every flick and caress of his tongue. Y/N’s legs trembled, her back pressing harder against the door as she tried to steady herself.

The sensation was exquisite, the friction of the fabric against her swollen clit driving her wild. Javier’s tongue moved with deliberate slowness, tracing circles and flicks that had Y/N’s breath coming in ragged gasps. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, holding her steady as he intensified his movements, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Javi, oh God,” Y/N moaned, her hands sliding into his hair, holding him close.

Her hips began to move, seeking more of the delicious pressure. Javier responded by pressing his tongue harder against her, his hands gripping her hips to guide her rhythm. The combination of his expert touch and the added sensation of the fabric was driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Please, Papi, don’t stop,” she begged, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Javier’s response was a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through her core. He could feel her getting closer, her body trembling with the building intensity. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, more insistent, until he felt her body tense, the telltale signs of her impending climax.

With a final, expertly placed flick of his tongue, Y/N shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Javier held her through it, his tongue still teasing her through the fabric as she rode out the aftershocks.

When she finally opened her eyes, she found Javier standing before her, his eyes dark with desire. He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, baby ,” she replied, her eyes shining with love.

He joined her on the bed, their bodies entwined as they made sweet, passionate love. Javier’s touch was tender, his hands exploring every inch of her skin as if memorizing her all over again. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together, creating a symphony of desire and love.

Javier’s hands roamed down her body, slipping under the hem of her dress to slide it off her. She shivered at the sensation of his calloused fingers against her soft skin, her breath hitching in anticipation. He paused to admire her, his eyes drinking in her beauty.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Y/N blushed, her heart swelling with love. “I’m yours, Javi. Always.”

He kissed her again, more urgently this time, his desire for her palpable. She felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, and a surge of heat pooled in her core. She reached down, tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers. Javier quickly obliged, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside.

Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, the heat between them rising. Javier’s hands slid down to her hips, pulling her underwear down and discarding them. He moved to position himself over her, his erection pressing insistently against her entrance.

“Are you ready, mi amor?” he whispered, his voice strained with need.

“Yes, Javi. I need you,” she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a slow, steady push, Javier entered her, filling her completely. They both moaned at the sensation, the connection between them electric. Javier began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, savoring every moment.

“Javi,” Y/N moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He responded by increasing his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent. Y/N’s breath came in short gasps, her body arching to meet his every movement. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with each thrust.

“Javi, please,” she begged, her voice breaking with need. “I need more.”

Javier’s eyes darkened with desire. He shifted his angle slightly, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder. Y/N cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him.

“Yes, Papi, just like that,” she gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of their lovemaking.

Javier leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he pounded into her with a relentless rhythm. She felt her climax building again, the pressure mounting with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with the intensity of her impending release.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” Javier urged, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

His words sent her over the edge. She cried out his name, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Javier groaned, feeling her tighten around him, pushing him closer to his own release.

“Javi, please, give me another baby,” she begged, her voice raw with desire. “I want you to cum in me.”

Javier’s eyes widened with a mixture of shock and desire. Her words pushed him over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust, he came, spilling himself deep inside her. His hand came up to cover her mouth as she screamed his name, his voice a low growl. “Quiet, mi amor. The kids are sleeping.”

She nodded, her eyes glazed with pleasure as she bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries. Javier kissed her deeply, their bodies still joined as they rode out the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.

When they finally stilled, Javier rolled to the side, pulling her close. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Javier whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too, Javi,” she replied, her heart swelling with love and contentment.

They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the quiet moments of intimacy. This truly was the best birthday ever.

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓷: 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷’ 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷’

Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: When you got dragged along to your father's weekend embassy getaway you were not expecting to meet the one man he couldn't stand. You weren't expecting to catch his eye. You weren't expecting that you'd be fucking him to get back at your father. You sure as hell weren't expecting him to be finger fucking you under your dinner table.

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, reader is the ambassador’s daughter [please do not imagine your real dads because this shit gets nasty], thicc age gap [reader is in her early 20s Javier is in his 40s], petnames, Javi can lift reader, mommy and daddy issues for spice, use of ‘daddy’ [once] for extra spice, explicit language, explicit sexual content, size kink, mean!dom!brat tamer!Javi, brat!reader, dirty talk, degradation, public sex, semi public sex, fingering under the table, oral [m receiving], facial [oop], slight cumplay?, spanking, choking [like once], unprotected P in V [ do better!!] let me know if I missed anything!!

Word Count: 10.4k

A/N: This is part one of three (1/3) that follows these two's little horny adventure over the weekend. Pure and utter filth because I dreamt about being on an embassy vacay with Javi. Absolute depravity but I hope you nasties enjoy mwah!! 💗

Masterlist

Darlin', darlin', doesn't have a problem

Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top-shelf

Sophie’s eyes shot open, mouth falling agape as she slowly turned her head in your direction. “You’re fucking kidding!” Lyn was already leaning over you, her upper body between her and your recliner, and Maria and Sandra had picked up their cocktails and skirted closer. 

“DEA Javier?” Anne’s not so subtle reaction prompted a collective “shush” from the group. She lowered her voice, but sounded just as shocked as she did moments ago. “Mean, grumpy, asshole Javier?!” Sandra leaned in closer, then raised her brows at the former indicatively. 

“Pornstar Javier.” 

Maria smacked the both of you on your shoulders, her expression nothing short of grossed out. “You mean my tio Javier.” 

Sighing you let your head fall back against your chair, legs stretched out and crossed over one another as you brought your straw to your upturned lips. Maria dropped her head on your shoulder. “You're going to kill your father”. Giggles floated through the warm afternoon air, drowned out partially by the music emanating from the restaurant nearby. 

You were an unspecified amount of drinks into the morning, but more drunk on the prospect that Agent Peña was now in a prison of his own mind, having started something that had spun quickly out of his control. The sun was shining down on your mostly bare body, skin glittering thanks to the tiny droplets of water that gemmed your legs from when you’d walked across the beach and let the waves crash gently against them. 

Sliding your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose, you met his gawking eyes from across the pool. He was hunched over a whiskey at the bar, pretending like he wasn’t eye fucking his bosses daughter mere seconds ago, enjoying the view under the guise of relaxing with his partners.  

You shot him a wink, concealing your smirk with your strawberry daiquiri when he nearly choked on his drink– clumsily accepting the paper napkin Carillo confusedly offered him. 

You had legitimately tried every possible way of getting out of joining your dad on his little  embassy getaway. It was the middle of summer, and spending the weekend with a bunch of retirees, cops, and CIA agents was not exactly what you would call an ideal vacation. But as always you ended up giving in, and before you knew it you were in Cartagena, sunhat perched on your head, checking into the hotel. 

Why you indulged him was a mystery to you. The man had practically disappeared for six months, and then called you out of the blue begging you to tag along. It was like having the perfect family was a requirement at that shitty excuse of a job. You were convinced you were just there to be an accessory to his polished image, some sort of certificate of achievement for whatever the hell he called parenting. 

But a free vacation? Free booze? Food? And a weekend with your friends? That seemed worth the trouble of having to deal with him for a couple of days, say ‘hi’ to and make menial conversation with his co workers, and sit through whatever superficial dinner they hosted to pat themselves on the back for the work they did over the past year.

Admittedly, it was going a lot better than you had initially expected. The oldies sat around playing cards– trying to discuss retirement plans and secure raises, and you stayed far away, sipping cocktails by the pool, lounging in the summer sun, and watching the volleyball matches on the sand. Cartagena had terrific beaches, and the DEA had a whole lot of people who contributed to the view. 

At least they were good for something. 

Their attaché was good for a lot of things. 

Despite having never met him, you knew quite a lot about Javier Peña. How could you not? The man was on your dad’s mind more than your entire family. Insolent, dismissive, inflexible, impudent, you could go on for hours. You wondered what he was really like– the guy who had gotten more attention from your father in two years of his career than you did your entire life. 

Expecting some grumpy, old, grubby handed man who spent all his time trying to pick up women at bars– calling it espionage, you were knocked for six when you saw tall, brown haired, broad shouldered, cut jaw, Agent Peña respond to his name being called across the reception. For how much the ambassador liked to discuss him he had completely glossed over his striking good looks. 

Even though he wasn’t difficult to miss among the senior citizens it wasn’t his ‘pinup boy’ persona that initially caught your attention. From the moment you’d dragged your suitcase up the lobby staircase you couldn't help but shake the feeling that someone's eyes had been following you. You brushed it off at first, but their gaze had burnt a hole into your back soon enough, and you were forced to scout the room for the supposed perpetrator. 

For better or for worse your voyeur did little to hide their private indulgence. Leaning against the concierge's desk you met the eyes of the one person you were least expecting to have caught the interest of. Granted, Javier looked rather delicious in his dark jeans and blue, cotton shirt, you’d expect he’d have at least a little more shame than everyone at the embassy gave him credit for. 

It was quite flattering actually, the way he was eating up the sight of you in your sundress– that one you bought on your vacation in Italy last summer, the one that fell just above mid thigh, with that soft, white, cotton fabric that was perfect for the hot weather. He was smoking a cigarette beside your father’s assistant Colleen, and a blonde man whose face was turned away from you. His eyes raked over your body and landed on the pendant your dad gifted you for your birthday as it dangled from your neck– the blue diamond brushing over the valley between your breasts. 

He knew you’d caught him, but that didn’t stop the man. It was admirable. 

You had to assume he didn’t know who you were, because if he did he was pretty adventurous for salivating over you so openly, with your father just a few feet away. It wasn't difficult to get on the ambassador’s shit list, and by far Agent Peña seemed to be kicking everyone’s ass for the top spot. The fact that he was so obviously avoiding the ambassador wasn’t doing him any favors. Maybe this was his twisted way of getting back at your dad. Maybe you liked that it was.

Your father moved around the crowded lobby, switching pleasantries with the mostly sunburned crowd. He didn’t bother dragging you along for introductions, and usually you’d prefer being perched on the couch with your friends, but it was almost impossible not to feel a little left out when he cornered Peña and his blonde friend near the flavored water. 

You watched from a distance as the ambassador took the blonde’s hand, shook it and then quite violently patted his back before he shook Peña’s shoulder in a painfully forced gesture. Truth be told, you felt quite bad for the man. It was a shame really– getting forced into spending a weekend with the only people more insufferable than the cartels.  

For him, that is. 

—

It's alarming, honestly, how charming she can be

Fooling everyone, telling 'em she's having fun

The smell of a well cooked meal should not have excited you as much as it did. But the prospect of being able to eat something that wasn’t cooked by your mother was far too appealing to pass upon. Lunch was served, even though you knew it was meant to be more of a commencement ceremony for the weekend. 

You looked towards the restaurant– serenely sandwiched between the beach and the pool, and covered partially by a canopy of palm trees, to find the people moving in in droves.  Eager to get the “fun” going. You had already lost your father to the crowd, and even better it seemed like he’d be gone a while before he’d be inflicting his presence on you once again. 

Sophie emerged from the mob, looking dramatically desperate. She grabbed your arm. “I can’t do this sober”. She was serious as a heart attack, and so were you. Sliding your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose you met her gaze. “You and me both” 

Browsing the spread was a workout of its own. The thing seemed to run for miles, and the task was only made harder thanks to the many people who stopped you on the way. “The ambassador's daughter right?!” What more could you do besides smile awkwardly and say hello. The whole world seemed to know your entire life story– where you were studying, your major, the fact that you’d spent the first week of summer with your mother. You knew your father liked to run his mouth, but the fact that you were, in any way, a point of conversation, was at the very least jarring. 

After nearly twenty minutes of perusing you finally made it to the bar, and were utterly grateful for the handsome bartender who fixed your drinks in a giffy. All that was left to do was huddle in the corner and get day-drunk till the entire ordeal was over. 

“Well, well well, what a surprise” Turning around from the onyx countertop, you came face to face with a firm, broad chest. You tilted your chin to find Maria’s dad smiling down at you. He reached for her, then mused the hair in a few rugged motions. She grumbled, but fell into his side anyway. 

You liked Mr Carillo, he was really nice, always personable, and it looked like him and Maria had a great relationship. The man always looked out for her, made jokes with her, and didn’t take himself too seriously. He was a good dad. 

“Nice to see you again Mr. Carillo.” You extended him your first genuine smile in what felt like hours. “So lovely to see you, I was wondering why Maria was so excited to tag along.” The colonel’s booming voice caught the attention of his two companions, who’s heads turned in your direction. 

“That is absolutely false, I would never.” Maria looked at her dad as if to politely ask him to shut up, but as always her bright smile betrayed her. The two laughed, then turned to you once again. 

As if he’d just realized something, Mr. Carillo spoke up frantically. “Oh, my apologies” he shook his head, chiding himself for his lack of introduction, and gestured to the two men sitting beside him. You didn’t need any introductions if you were being honest. After being subjected to your dads twenty four hour complaining you basically knew the whole embassy, could even recognize them from their little quirks or habits. 

You certainly didn’t need an introduction for the dark head of hair that refused to look you in the eyes. “Steve Murphy.” Mr. Carillo grabbed the blonde– the one whose face you couldn't quite catch a glimpse of earlier, by the shoulder. 

If you weren't so taken up by his partner, Murphy’s good looks would have swayed you just the same. But Steve was far too decent to undress you with his eyes from across the room, he was far too level headed to get on your father’s nerves. An unfortunate, or rather fortunate side effect of his unbearably favorable reputation was that he was completely and utterly uninteresting. 

At least to you, brothel stories were far more entertaining than those of the duck hunting variety. And of course, news of hillbilly Steve’s shooting skills had reached the ambassadors desk. You wondered how Javier didn’t consider Murphy and your father’s trip to the lake treason. 

He extended his hand towards you, and you shook it. Deep blue eyes affable and relaxed. Then again almost anyone looked relaxed in comparison to your father. His smile was so annoyingly friendly you thought you might just explode. “Nice to meet you” You noticed the wedding band twinkling on his ring finger. Cute. 

Mr. Carillo nodded in his partner’s direction. “Javier Peña” His presence was a lot less larger than life up close. If you were being honest he looked quite flustered, nervous even. It crossed your mind that who exactly you were was only just beginning to dawn on him. All the machismo seemed to have faded at the realization that death would be better than indulging whatever little fantasy he had brewing in his head. 

If there was one thing he wasn’t going to do, it was fuck his asshole boss’s daughter. 

“The infamous Javier Peña.” Raising his drink to his lips, he formed a tight smile. “That’s me.” He let out a deep exhale through his nose, followed by another shakey smile, barely concealing his apparent desire to escape the entire situation.

“So you’re the one stealing my dad away.” The nice man that he was, Murphy had already indulged Papa Carillo and hija Carillo in a conversation about college. “nice to finally see you in person.” Javier wasn’t an idiot, anyone who could pick up on your tone would have understood in a moment you’d caught their prying eyes. He sighed, then chuckled, as if to acknowledge your teasing. 

“Javi’s famous at home?” You seemed to have caught the blonde’s attention. You rolled your eyes, then fixed them on the agent in front of you. “You’d think they were married.” The group broke out into laughter, Javier excluded of course, who looked rather embarrassed at the prospect. It felt like only the two of you knew you weren't really joking. 

“Not sitting at the ambassador’s table?” Javier seemed genuinely curious, like you had gone out of your way to silently torment him for his little private moment. “I couldn’t do that to myself” Yet again, there was laughter, and yet again it felt like a little inside joke between just you and Agent Peña. 

Carillo and Murphy quickly became interested in something Maria had to say, and you took the opportunity to make Javier aware you weren’t in fact an completely oblivious idiot. “Hoping to see you around Agent Peña, and not just from afar this time.” He smiled, and raised his glass for a toast, rolling his eyes and finishing the last of his whiskey. 

What kind of a psychopath drank whiskey at 2:00pm 

It wasn’t long before you migrated to the far end of the restaurant. Thanks to the time they spent in Cali you were sure almost everyone had forgotten just how tremendously obnoxious your father was. Well, almost everyone. Poor agent Peña took every opportunity to escape working in Bogota, and still ended up trapped in a room with a hundred other people, being subjected to his presence. 

You popped a cherry into your mouth, reaching for your third drink in a span of two hours, and forced your eyes away from the back of his head. Anything that could help you disassociate from your dads co co-workers' excruciating presence was worth a shot. Maria squeezed onto the table you and your friends were crowded on– all unwilling to go within meters of the shit show inside. She placed two margaritas on the table for Sophie and Sandra, the cultural attaché’s daughters, and then took a sip of her own. Looked like everyone was on the same page. 

Bothersome clapping brought you back to reality, and you gazed up to find your dad moseying his way to the little stage at the center of the restaurant to grab the mic out of Noonan’s grasp. He fixed the sleeves of his white cotton shirt, then tossed his shades into its front pocket. 

The man was preparing. Great. 

Javier hung his head, then rubbed his temple. Presumably realizing that Noonan’s was far from the only speech he’d be enduring that afternoon. You watched as he slithered out of his table, presumably to the bar to drown in another glass of whiskey. If he thought this was bad, you wondered what he’d do if he met your mother. 

Grabbing your lighter from the table you scooted out of your little corner in the far end of the restaurant. Hoping to make your escape before your dad began his toast, or worse noticed your presence. You squeezed past Sandra, whose forehead was plastered to the table, and shimmied out through the side staircase leading to the beach, careful to stay out of view of the stage. 

You’d take anyone’s eyes following you besides your fathers. 

— 

She says, "You don't want to be like me"

Don't wanna see all the things I've seen

I'm dying, I'm dying"

The chipped wooden railing crackled softly under the weight of your leaning elbows, not dissimilar to the click of your lighter, to which you brought your cigarette. 

It was difficult to believe you were already two weeks into the summer. The realization hit you that morning as you checked your ticket, and noticed how you didn't even know what day it was. Time had passed by rather quickly, to your dismay, and the feeling that your little vacation was slipping through your fingers had been haunting you ever since. 

You wondered if this senior citizen's getaway you had decided to accompany your father on was really worth your time and energy. Sure, on the surface it was nice to see some of your friends again, and you’d be lying if you said you weren't excited for a free vacation, but you couldn’t shake the bitter taste the whole ordeal had left on your tongue. 

The warm beach breeze kissed your skin, the smell of sea salt and the squawking of the seagulls lulling you into daze. Your father’s speech drowned out in the distance, and your mind drifted to the way Javier had so shamelessly checked you out in the hotel lobby. 

Effecting you was one thing. Surely you were no stranger to catching people's attention, but it was the absolute boldness of the gesture that struck you. He let his eyes linger on your bare legs, let them rake slowly up your frame as if he were documenting the memory for later use. Right there, two feet away from your father. 

It only made you want him more. 

Agent Peña’s shameless gawking was enough to fan the little flames of desire already set ablaze in your system– since the moment you noticed him leaning against the concierge’s desk. But it was the precariousness of the situation that really excited you. As suave as he may seem, Peña was quite an easy read. You didn’t need to be a psychoanalyst to understand the man wasn’t one to say no to a little chaos, a little adrenaline rush, dare say a little fun.  You also didn't need to be a psychoanalyst to notice the fact that he was clearly working against every bone in his body not to yield to his desires– for the sake of his peace of mind, and professionalism 

You could imagine it already, the satisfaction of driving him just a little bit crazy– starting him off on something you knew he’d be compelled to finish. Something that if your father were to find, would drive him absolutely insane. After all you’d endured all these years, who was he to deny you a little fun? That too just to preserve his status and ego. 

“Your dad know you’re sneaking off for a smoke in the middle of his toast?” Startled, you whipped your head in the direction of the voice, speak of the devil. You came face to face with Agent Peña leaning against the railing beside you. He crushed the butt of his cigarette against the wood. It was then you realized he had clearly been out far longer than you had. 

“I don't know agent Peña, does your boss know you’re sneaking out in the middle of his toast?” You leaned towards him as you spoke, catching the faint scent of alcohol, cologne and now nicotine off his shirt, and watched his lips lift into a subtle smirk concealed lightly by thin gray smoke. 

He raised his brow, and without waiting for you to offer, swifty took your cigarette from between your fingers– he took a puff. “So that's how it is..” his fingers brushed your skin when he handed the cigarette back to you, and you matched his expression as you took it between your index and thumb. 

“I wont tell if you won’t”  It was quite impressive how he managed to sneak up beside you, without catching your attention in the slightest. Not to mention you weren’t exactly sure how long he’d been creeping on you before he decided to do it anyway. If he looked at his informants with even half the charm he was flaunting with you, you’d have a lot of faith in his success rates. Who knew, maybe he was better at his job than your father liked to believe? 

“The ambassador’s daughter huh?” It came out more strained than anything. Talk about an easy read– the man could barely curtail his disappointment. He looked at you once again.  “Couldn’t tell.”

Cocking your head to the side you narrowed your eyes at him- expecting some stupid explanation. “Yeah, why’s that?” 

“Expected you to be younger ‘f ‘m being honest.” He used the edge of the railing like an ashtray. “Really? How young.” You knew he was teasing, but you were also somewhat curious. What did he think your father’s daughter would be like? 

He shrugged. “Four, five.” Then just barely managed to conceal his laughter. He was handsome, charming, strong headed and his career goals consisted of more than kissing his superiors asses. Of course your father hated him. 

“At his age, please. If you're looking for a promotion, I'm not helping.” Scoffing, you watched as his eyes shifted to the beach. As he had done in the lobby you took your time to take in his profile– the way the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, his sunglasses teasingly tugging them further down. 

He broke the silence. “So, What brings you on the retirement trip” 

“I like a change of environment once in a while.” You shrugged, surprised by what seemed to you like genuine curiosity. 

“What environment? The antique show?” He half rolled his eyes, then just barely motioned his head towards the restaurant. You sighed as you looked on, making out only the top of your dads head turning left to right, then another burst of artificial laughter. You turned back to face him, eyes raking over his frame. 

“‘Was thinkin’ more vintage.” Javier laughed, almost impressed with how forward you were, leaning further forward across the railing, with his yale blue shirt stretched to the seams across his back, hugging his biceps and folding right above his elbow. “S’ that so?” 

“And what's your deal? Just like pissing off the establishment?” his eyes dropped to your lips as he watched you take a puff. “Doesn't take much to do that now, does it babydoll?” The pet name had your breath hitching in your throat, you knew you were treading rocky waters. 

“And how would I know that, Agent Peña” it felt like his brown eyes could look right through your body and to your soul, deep and twinkling– with what exactly you weren't sure at that moment. He chuckled to himself. He wasn’t exactly wrong, but what fun was just admitting it when you could involve him in your shenanigans. 

Momentarily your eyes shifted to the cigarette. His eyes were trained on the smoke gently slipping past your lips as you inspected it. You twirled it between your fingers, and then turned your head to face him once again. “Just a hunch.” If he planned to keep you away he was doing a terrible job. Every moment spent with you was another foot underground. 

Unfortunately for him, his attention was quickly diverted once again when he noticed you bring the cigarette to his mouth. Aware of what you were trying to do he parted his lips, letting you place it between them. You watched intently as he took a puff, still holding it in place without flinching. Gently, you brought it back to your mouth, but not before thumbing his bottom lip discreetly. 

He exhaled the smoke. “See what I mean?” His jaw ticked, face tense but eyes turning impossibly darker. You almost felt a little bad for torturing and teasing him the way you were– knowing full well he couldn’t act on his desires. The man had little self control, and despite that he knew exactly what he was getting into when he sneaked up behind you. His compulsion was sweet. 

You stepped closer, rising to your tiptoes to have your lips ghost his. “Maybe I do.” As you had done moments ago this time he reached for the cigarette between your lips. The man was using every bit of self restraint he could muster to keep his hands away. The tension in his brows formed tiny creases in his forehead, and his eyes practically pleaded with you to put him out of his misery – because god knows he looked like he couldn’t do it himself. 

“Darling?!” Your eyes widened for a split second, before your lips reverted to their smile– the ring of your dads voice from what was not too far away bursting Javier’s little bubble and sending a wave of sheer panic through his system. It was cute– like a child getting caught holding hands with their kindergarten crush at recess. 

Among the employees you’d heard about, you certainly didn't expect to be endeared by Javier Peña of all people. Still mere inches away from his face, you tilted your head ever so slightly, placing a soft, chaste kiss to his cheek. You felt his skin flush under your touch. The sound of muted laughter echoed from the restaurant once again, and you couldn’t help the feeling that it was mocking the man in front of you. 

“See you at dinner Agent Peña!” 

—

She says, "You don't want to get this way

Famous and dumb at an early age

Lying, I'm lying"

You had to bend your knees when you tried to catch up with your dad along the cobblestone pathway. Just to make sure you weren’t giving people a view as you ran in your all too short dress. Well, the wrong people that is. The ambassador had stood outside your door for a good twenty five minutes, willing you to come out while you tried on every possible outfit combination you had packed, all to catch the eyes of the one person he couldn’t stand. 

It was quite enjoyable actually, hearing him plead with you to just throw something on and get moving as you sat inside– feet up on the vanity, perfecting your look, knowing just what the consequences would be. 

You looked over yourself in the mirror time and time again. From the nail polish on your toes to the delicate earrings sparkling against your neck you spared nothing to ensure no detail of your appearance was left unaddressed. 

An entire night of sitting and clapping at dull speeches, hearing each diplomat drone on about their achievements? Worst of all your father- who you were sure was going to take the opportunity of an open mic to give a lecture about hard work and dedication? Might as well make it an occasion. 

With so much on your mind, who could blame you for forgetting to slip on your panties? A small lapse in your memory that was completely unmotivated, and to be honest, quite unfortunate, considering you were seated next to a certain Agent Javier Peña for the evening. 

Throwing your oversized blazer on in a rush, you hoped it would do the job of making you look somewhat put together to everyone else at that shitty dinner. You were quite thankful when you realized you were not overdressed for the occasion, rather your short black dress came off far more ‘smart casual’ compared to the full length gowns, satin shawls and bow ties that roamed the hotel ballroom. 

Tables were separated by mere feet, the room barely being able to accommodate the large crowd. Finding your seat seemed like a task, one that nearly everyone was struggling with. You knew you were seated with your dad at one of the smaller ones at the far end of the ballroom, but you didn't expect to be squeezing past entire embassy departments to get there. 

It seemed like you’d been wandering for hours before you saw a face you recognised. You ducked under Javier’s deputy Neil, your head missing a jab from his elbow by inches as you attempted to scoot towards his boss– as always nursing a glass of alcohol in complete isolation, fingers massaging his temples. 

And here you thought you weren’t looking forward to the event. 

You walked up behind him. “I think you’re in my seat” You’d think he’d seen a ghost the way he seemed to be jumpscared by your presence. You felt the fabric of your dress brush the cut of your upper thigh– he was right to be afraid. He muttered a soft “christ” under his breath and swallowed thickly. 

“Well, well, look who it is” The poor man sounded pained, just not pained enough to resist undressing you with his eyes as you walked around him and took a seat. It was like he was scared of you– of how good you looked in that little black dress, that slightly oversized blazer barely hiding you away from his prying eyes. Flattered, you let him enjoy the view for a moment, slipping your blazer off your shoulders far slower than necessary and letting it crumple behind you. 

He watched the goosebumps erupt on your skin, thanks to the cool of the air conditioning.   

“Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, all dressed up” You batted your lashes at him, leaning closer. If you thought he looked good before, boy did he look delicious in his fitted navy blazer, white shirt, and red tie. The outfit was so devastatingly boring, but he made it work somehow. He let out a small laugh, more of an exhale through his nose. 

Your fingers ran along the unnecessarily expensive silk table cloth, lipstick you had smudged on your fingertips earlier staining it ever so slightly, inching closer. “That's cute babydoll, ambassador's mandate” He didn't even need to try to sound condescending, it was practically an inherent part of his tone. You rolled your eyes, then pouted up at him, reaching for his hand that was gripping his glass of whiskey. 

“Who cares what the ambassador has to say, anyway” He let you play with his fingers, but scoffed at your whiny words out of stubbornness nonetheless. “Oh yeah, surely that's not a problem for you, is it?!” He was so close you could make out the scent of alcohol already on his breath– fanning against your smiling lips. You dropped your hand to rest on his thigh. Even by your standards you were being quite bold, but the sight of him shivering at your touch was well worth it. 

You could have indulged him in conversation for hours, but unfortunately for him, from the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar black dress shirt, punctuated by the tone of manufactured enthusiasm.   

“Hi darling” You jumped from your seat, rather quickly, and presumably gave Javier a bigger shock than the one you had two minutes before. A shame he seemed too lost in your conversation to have noticed your father strut to his seat. 

“Hi dad” Smiley as ever you leaned over the table just enough to kiss his cheek, and more than enough to give Javier a view that had him choking on his drink yet again. The hem of your dress tickled your upper thigh. You bit back a smile when heard him cough behind you. 

Thank god for his dark blazer– you’d hate to have his whiskey stain his perfect outfit. 

Your father gave him a curious, worried onceover as he scrambled to his feet. “Good evening Agent Peña, all okay?”

“Yes- yeah,– perfect ambassador-” Things were in fact not perfect– by his standards that is. You could tell by the storm that was clearly brewing under his professional facade. He let out a shaky breath, wiping his sweaty palms on the fabric of his dress pants while he watched your dad inspect the name placards. “Quite a table they put together huh?”

“Tell me about it” He breathed, and shot you a look that could kill. Having caught a glimpse of what was under your dress– or rather the lack thereof, you couldn’t blame him. 

“Mr. Stechner! So nice to see you-” For the first time in his life Javier was happy to see Bill Stechner. He took the opportunity opened by your dad as he greeted him to give you a piece of his mind. “Are you tryna’ get me fucking killed?!” He did not sound happy, voice a seething whisper in your ear. You bit your lip to keep from smiling. 

“Slipped my mind..” You were lucky the table was big, the arriving guests oblivious to your whispers. He took a final swig of his drink, glass now empty and glistening with golden residue. It was nearly full when you first approached him. 

“Bil, Brenda” Javier’s hatred for Bill was so well known even you were privy to it. The man did little to hide it anyway. The thought of poor old him juggling Stechner, Noonan, your father and now you only egged you on. He shook the man's hand, and you wondered if Bill felt the otherwise indifferent agent’s cold sweat. 

He turned back to you. “Yeah? you managed a blazer but not your fucking panties?” You’d think Javier’d leave this kind of a shakedown for his interrogations, because by the way he was talking to you you’d think you’d committed some horrendous offense. When he put it the way he did, it sounded a lot more adventurous then you would have let yourself believe. 

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. 

He grabbed a fresh drink off a passing waiter’s tray– one that was definitely not meant for him. “Thank you.” Then again with how chaotic the past five minutes turned out to be you were sure he didn’t care. 

“Wasn’t thinkin’ bout that” You pouted up at him, and he looked like he could almost cry from frustration. What a sight that would be for the embassy dinner. He exhaled heavily instead. 

“Goddamn brat” 

That you were, and you were going to be until he finally caved. 

The table took their seats, former ambassador Noonan and Milgroup head Owen joining the group. Thanks to the way the room was set up, those sitting opposite you and Javier were forced to turn their chairs towards the stage at its front so as to not crane their necks awkwardly during the speeches. They were quite enthused about the whole thing, but you wondered why, considering they wouldn’t be missing much by looking away anyways. 

“Stuck with the old curmudgeons tonight huh?” Owen pointed to the rest of the table like he didn’t already have a foot in the grave. They laughed nonetheless. “Gonna be a long night.”  Noonan turned away just in time to not notice Javier grip the bottom of your chair, and yank it closer. You looked up at him, as if to ask what the hell he was doing, but he paid you no mind. Until that moment you were feeling quite smug, even impressed with yourself. But you were stupid to think that Javier Peña, of all people, was going to let your misbehavior slide. 

“Better get comfortable” To the ringing words from father dear the group clinked their glasses. Javier pat you on the back, casually letting his hand slither down and rest beside your leg on your chair. What the hell was he doing?  It didn’t matter, your dad was already bringing up his successful raid in Cali. 

“Congratulations Agent Peña, I wish I would’ve bought you a bottle of champagne or something. Completely slipped my mind”  It of course did not slip your fathers mind, he’d brought up the raid on the way to the resort. There was just no way in hell he was conceding to that “fucker” especially after he’d ignored his instructions. Instructions that were very clear: do not go forward with that raid. 

“Not at all, ambassador. All this- “ He gestured to the table “Is more than enough” what a fucking shill. You had to give it to him, the man knew how to kiss ass. Surely the establishment would notice, but hell what could they even do? His mockery was so subtle they couldn't even point it out. 

“Gives us a reason to see the kids” Genuine as ever Owen raised his glass. Maybe you gave these freaks too much credit. Out of the blue you felt a warm hand sneak up your upper thigh, finding a home dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Yelping unintentionally you felt a chill run down your spine as Bill spoke. 

“Of course! s’nice to see some fresh faces” 

Rough fingers smoothed over your supple skin. “To the youngsters” Your father raised his glass, but you could barely think of anything else besides the desire that was polling in your belly. You shifted in your seat again, but Javier was quick to pinch you slightly as a warning. Something told you it was the least severe one he dished out. 

The room suddenly felt a lot warmer than it did a few minutes ago. Javier brushed his thumb against your flesh, then squeezed. He gazed down for a moment, then smiled the first genuine smile you’d seen that evening. He raised his glass, and looked your father right in the eye. 

“To your daughter, ambassador” 

That sick fuck. You’d be lying if you said it didnt make your heart flutter, or your tummy twist with need. And you thought he was shameless before. You lifted your champagne glass to the toast, but clinking glasses was a whole lot more difficult considering Agent Peña had inched his way up and made himself comfortable on your inner thigh. 

It was getting more and more difficult to ignore the warm tingle between your legs, the way Javier’s touch was leaving your skin uncomfortably tingly. 

Feeling the heat rise up your neck and burn the shell of your ears you dropped your gaze from the rest of your companions, grateful when they turned their attention to the ceremony. The lights dimmed to signal the welcome speaker to the stage, and you just hoped, prayed they would stay exactly that way the entire evening. 

You turned to the dirty old man beside you only half hoping what you were about to say would kick some sense into him. “Are you crazy?! What the fuck are you doing?” A few inches up and he’d be fingering you at the table-  

your heart pounded in realization. 

His hand slipped under the veil of your dress, his smile dripping with condescension as he leaned beside your ear– whisper hot and deep and heavy.  “Wanted it so bad didn’t ya babydoll? Now you’re gonna take it, and you better stay fucking quiet.” His words went straight to your core. You wanted to respond, but what was there to say? Besides, Colleen had taken the stage already- there was no going back now.

You felt your pulse in your throat. As the crowd broke into applause his rough fingers slipped between your aching folds, immediately drenched with your slick. Still looking forward he raised his brows, biting back a smile at how wet you were for him. Few more minutes and you’d be sliding off the damn chair. 

Instinctively, you shifted forward on your chair, willing him closer. You swallowed a whimper when he pinched your thigh– hard this time, and shot you a deadly look of warning. You’d flown too close to the sun, and now you were in no position to negotiate with him. 

His fingers moved to draw gentle soft circles on your clit, eyes completely focused on Neils little end of year debrief. He worked agonizingly slow, rubbing you just enough to keep building that pool of desire burning in your belly. 

You had to fight the extreme urge to grind against his hand, his feather light touches making you break into a cold sweat. Folding forward you rested your head against your hand, screwing your eyes shut in an effort to block out the buzz that had taken over your whole body. 

Neil said something marginally funny, and your table broke into laughter– forcing a strained chuckle out of your throat. Javier kept going, no regard for the fact that you were shifting and squirming in your seat with need. You hoped it was convincing enough to draw attention away from your labored breaths. 

His digits slipped further back, barely teasing your leaking entrance. You gasped, but quickly realized your faux pas, and covered it up with the most convincing cough you could muster. Noonan turned around– concerned as ever the poor woman, as did Bill and his wife Brenda. 

“You alright?” you nodded, voice strained. “Sorry, allergies”. Javier the pervert that he was didn’t plan on easing up on you, just returned his attention to your aching clit. With the three of them looking directly at you. “I think I need some water”. You attempted to evade his hold and escape– hoping he’d get the message and finish what he started outside. 

Your plans however, were immediately trampled upon, with the ever chivalrous Javier speaking up. “Oh you can have mine, wouldn’t want to miss the speech.” He pushed his glass of water towards you with two fingers, eyes finding yours, lips twitching into a smile. 

It felt like hours, you had no clue what the hell was happening around you– so utterly focused on trying to curtail your moans. You’d finished your champagne a while ago, but were dizzy thanks to Javier's moving digits. 

Fast for a moment, then slower, he rubbed your sopping cunt like it was the most normal thing in the world. Everytime you looked at him he made sure to ignore you, knowing full well that one glance under the thin cover off your table cloth and anyone would be privy to your debauchery. 

As if things couldn't get any more scandalous, your dad turned towards him. He asked Javier a question, and the agent responded more enthusiastically than he ever had. 

Unable to look at the man you kept your gaze fixed on your empty glass of champagne, burning with humiliation. Part of you, a bigger part than you’d like to admit, secretly seemed to enjoy the entire ordeal. After all he’d put you through you couldn’t help but tip your hat at Javier’s absolute nerve. 

Just barely, he slipped a thick finger in your dripping hole, curling it ever so slightly as he continued to engage your father in conversation. The maniac that he was Javier looked the ambassador right in the eyes– like he wan’t finger fucking his only daughter under their dinner table. 

A bead of sweat rolled down your neck, the whole room looking disorderly. You were beginning to see double. As if not to provide you too much relief he slipped his finger out of your dripping cunt, teasing your inner thighs. 

So close, you were so close, just on the brink of no return, but you couldn’t cum – for more reasons than one. It was all too much, and you were overheating, and you felt dizzy. You didn't realize your breathing had quickened, and so did his fingers. You heard someone call your name, but couldn’t make out who exactly it was. 

Falling forward and into a fit of coughs you screwed your eyes shut. Zoning in and out of consciousness you attempted to focus on your father’s face as he called out for you. Javier’s hand had settled on your thigh once again, rubbing soothing circles in an attempt to calm you down. 

“Jesus Christ, are you okay?” Catching your breath you swallowed thickly, watching as your dad prepared to get up from his seat. From the looks of it he must have thought you were dying. If you were in any condition to, you would have stopped him yourself. It would only make things worse than they already were. 

Lucky for you a hand on his shoulder promptly intercepted him. 

Javier leaned in his direction. Nodding towards the stage. “Your speech ambassador.” He looked towards you, sweaty and hot all thanks to him. “I'll handle it.” That bastard. He knew your dads vices just as well as you did– completely confident he could never abandon his chance at addressing the captive audience of his employees, no matter how important the interruption. 

More swiftly than you’d like to admit he helped your shaky legs out of your chair. You haphazardly pulled and tugged at the hem of your dress, nervous it was doing little to cover you up. 

“Thank you Agent Peña.” In the midst of your extreme desperation you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. What kind of man, father, let some stranger watch his daughter– who by the looks of it was pretty much on the verge of a heart attack? Sure, it would have foiled your secret little plan, but christ it would be nice if he could hold up the caring father act a little longer. 

“Let's get you some air sweetheart” The fucker smiled so sweetly it made you want to deck him in the face, but boy were you itching to get outta that ballroom. He let you walk in front of him, putting himself between the dress that barely concealed your wet, swollen, bare pussy, and anyone else’s prying eyes. 

Once you were out of eyeshot he practically dragged you outside, pushing you roughly against the back of the building. He caged you against the wall, ripping that pathetic excuse of a cover up right of where you were holding it against your body. “Oh babydoll, you still pretendin’ you need that shitty blazer”. It was only then you realized how cold the evening was. 

“See that-” he held up his hand, fingers coating with your slick. “See what a desperate brat y’are” You were dripping for him, you could feel it on the insides of your thighs, you didn’t necessarily need a reminder. 

Bringing his fingers to your mouth he ran them across your lips, the taste of your own arousal now heady on your tongue. “Jus’ for you.” Looking up at him through your lashes you slurred your words. Unintentionally sounding a lot more dumb and drunk than you intended. 

“Oh really?” Unimpressed, he grabbed your face, and roughly tugged you towards him.  “Don’t think so honey” Before you could think you were being spun to face the wall you had you back against moments ago. He was practically scolding you. 

“not when you showed up in this flimsy lil dress, tits and ass out for the whole world to see.” The disgust was evident in his tone, but the both of you knew he had just as much part to play in this whole deal as you did. He pressed your face against it, one hand more than enough to hold you there while the other found the hem of your dress– fiddling with it. A cool breeze brushed your skin when he flipped it over. 

“Look at that-” running two fingers against your folds, he admired the mess between your thighs. Your slick glistened against your skin obscenely in the moonlight, and if the way Javier chuckled behind you was any indication, he sure as hell seemed proud to be the one responsible for the mess. 

You ached for him. Tension only building by the moment. 

“So goddamn needy, ready to cum on my fingers in front of that damn whole room.” The flesh of your ass was left stinging in the wake of his hand that came down harshly against you. Sounding both exasperated and prideful you felt his breath tickle your ear as he spoke.  

“Felt so good.” It came out broken and whimpery, and had him pressing against you with a chuckle. You felt him grind against your ass, hard and heavy. Desperate already, every moment left empty only made you more of a brat. Your hand snaked behind you and between your bodies to haphazardly tug at his belt, but he promptly grabbed your wrist, and twisted it till you yelped. 

Chuckling beside your ear he slapped your ass yet again. “Just can’t help yourself, can you, babydoll?” Upper body pressed flush between his expansive chest and the wall you shivered. The warmth of Javier’s body was the only thing between you and the cold, cold night. 

“dumb” smack “slut” smack. 

You felt your cunt spasm around nothing, if he was looking to get back at you it was working. In an effort to catch a glimpse of him, you turned your cheek. “Need you so bad” your whole body was hot with desire, voice so full of want. 

With a strong hold on your waist, he firmly squeezed before deftly flipping you towards him once again. Your back hit the wall and his hands flew to cup your cheeks. He brushed his thumbs over your cheek bones, mocking your pout with one of his own. 

“Oh babydoll, I know.” murmuring, he trailed his knuckles along the valley between your breasts. Pinching the fabric of your neckline between his fingers he inspected it. His twinkling eyes met yours again. “I know, ‘s okay, babydoll.” God you loved hearing that name. The flimsy strap fell off your shoulder, and he took the opportunity to pull it down, revealing your bare chest to the chilly evening breeze. 

You shuddered, feeling your nipples pebble under his soft touch. The view must really be something– especially with the way he sucked in a breath, reveling in it with a sigh.  “Lucky you’re so fucking pretty”. You meweled when you felt him squeeze your breast in his palm, then bend down to kiss along your neck. His little backhanded compliments making you dizzy. 

“Cuz’ you can’t fucking think straight” He dragged his lips to the base of your jaw. 

“Been all over me the whole fuckin’ day” his teeth grazed your earlobe before he placed a kiss behind your ear. “Beggin’ for my attention?” his voice dropped three octaves, and despite all the shamelessness you’d shown, the heat rose to your cheeks. There was no doubt he felt it on your scorching skin. 

“Wanted to make your pops mad huh?” Your dress bunched up over your hips as he lifted you, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He took the chance to slip his hands under it, trying to feel any part of you he could expose. 

Your lips met his in a frantic kiss– raw from how you'd been biting them all night, letting him lick into your mouth. Somewhere along the way he’d undone his belt, and you felt his cock rest heavy against the inside of your thigh. “Gonna fuck all this brat outta ya’ jus’ like ya need babydoll.” The ache between your legs was nearly unbearable. He looked so handsome, skin illuminated by the moonlight, hair completely disheveled thanks to how you’d run your fingers through it. 

His hands grabbed your thighs, lifting you ever so slightly to ease you onto his cock. The growl that left his lips was nothing short of animalistic. Your mouth fell agape in a wordless cry at the stretch of him. Big and thick inside of you. The feeling of finally being full beginning to satisfy the burning desire that had been ablaze in your core for the past hour. 

Javier didn’t waste time, hips slamming into yours quick and steady immediately. The drag of his cock against your wet walls had you throwing your head back, the two of you engulfed in a bubble of hot moans and breathy sighs. 

“This what you wanted? Wanted to get fucked against the wall like a hooker?” He forced your eyes to meet his, fingers gripping your chin roughly. He watched you intently, taking in every flutter of your eyes, tick in your jaw, bite of your lip. “Y- yes- god”  

“Fuck, takin’ this cock so well.” Your back arched against the flat of the wall, tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips. The feeling was like no other– knowing he was staring down at your body– the sight of your clothes half off you, eyes clouded and barely open, lips parted.  

You felt his cock twitch inside you. 

One hand gripping your thigh, the other plastered to the wall beside your head he pounded into your aching cunt. His broad frame engulfed you in a little cocoon of your own, broad shoulders slumped forward. 

You made out a muffled voice from inside– your dad going on about something along the lines of “his lovely daughter, who getting through the year would be impossible without.” If only he knew. 

Seemed like Javier also took notice– a sarcastic chuckle slipping past his lips. 

“Hear that baby girl? Think he knows what his ‘good girl’s doin’ out here” You shook your head vehemently, smiling at the thought your father was inside preaching the gospel while his daughter was getting railed by the one man he couldn't stand– like one of his back alley hookers. You moaned between your little laughs– constantly cut off by the feeling of his cock nudging that sweet spot inside you. 

You took his bottom lip gently between your teeth, then released it before nipping at his jaw. “Fucking brat”. He groaned– low and breathy, smiling against your lips. “Think he knows his good girls gettin’ fucked by a guy twice her age?” 

“Not his good girl” In the midst of your breathless whining, you tugged him closer, head shaking vehemently. The hand that had been beside your head came to cup your breast. He looked so proud it sent your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Yeah, that’s right. ‘s cause you're my dumb slut aren’t you?” Approvingly, he brought his large hand to wrap around your neck, swallowing your moans in a kiss. You nodded your head frantically– it took a whole lot more effort with his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, pinning your head against the wall, but you managed it. 

“Think he can hear you begging for my cock, babydoll?” His nose brushed yours as he murmured suggestively against your slack lips. Probably feeling how your cunt squeezed around him he made the correct assessment that you were enjoying every little bit of this debauched encounter. “Little slut.” His hips slammed against yours, your back grazing the brick wall behind you as you bounced on his cock. 

“Don’t care.” Even when he was fucking you like a back alley slut the prospect of making him feel good was enough to quell your conscience. Besides being able to spite your dad, you were thoroughly enjoying his attention, his praise, the way he liked calling you babydoll when he was making you cum on his cock. 

“Fuck, so goddamn tight-” he nipped at your neck. “wouldn’t think it huh babydoll? Not with the way you’re whoring yourself around” His words disoriented you and you tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer– deeper as you neared your release. You felt your pussy flutter around his cock, each slam of his hips having his tip brush your sweet spot.  

“Gonna cum” it came out a squeak as you flung your arms around his neck, raking your fingerings through his hair– tugging and pulling, just grappling at anything to cope with the heat between your legs. He rested his forehead against yours, forcing your gaze towards him. “Dirty little thing. Cum all over my cock. Show me how much you wanted it– come on.” 

You fell forward, buried your face in the crook of his neck as you came undone, walls pulsing around him. “Fuckin hell, squeezing me so fucking good, babydoll.” Spaced out you rode out your high, body shivering with the aftershocks as he continued to fuck your sensitive pussy. He pinned your head against the wall with his hand around your throat once again, needing to see the sight of you. 

The feeling of your cunt gushing around his cock had his hips stuttering against yours. You felt him throb inside you– he was so close. He screwed his eyes shut. “Where you want it babydoll?” 

You weren't really sure what exactly came over you, but the words were leaving your mouth before you could even register them. “my face.” At first, he looked at you a little incredulously, but after he’d had a moment to register he seemed more than inclined to give you what you wanted. “Really are a whore aren't you?” 

He quickly, but steadily let go of your thighs, and took a step back to make room for you infront of him. 

You swiftly lowered yourself to your knees, taking his cock, wet with both his and your arousal, past your lips. “Fuckin’ where you belong” He grabbed the back of your head, thrusting into your warm, wet mouth. You felt the tip of him nudge the back of your throat. Tears stung the back of your eyes, then smudged your mascara and rolled down your cheeks in thick opalescent drops. 

“Aint that right babydoll?” you hummed around him, attempting to take him as far back as you could. He didn’t spare you any sympathy, guiding you over his cock in harsh motions, and seemingly egged on by the way you choked and spluttered around him. Your hands flew to grip his thighs. 

“S’ all it takes to shut ya up?” You whined around his length, hollowing your cheeks and gazing into his hooded eyes. The gravely, sandy ground scraped against your bare knees, even more so when you shifted slightly closer to Javier. Little grains left their indents on your skin. You felt them bruise with each movement. 

In the moment he eased his grip on the back of your head and you released him with a pop. You took him in your hand, stroking the length of him and suckling at the head, voice slightly hoarse from the friction. 

“Please daddy, need it so bad” You whimpered, gazing up at him through wet lashes. He exhaled deeply, brows furrowed, and lips parted. You caught him completely off guard with that one, but judging by the look on his face you’d hit the jackpot. 

He cursed under his breath. “Holy shit” Closing your eyes you fluttered your tongue against him, relishing his groans as he hit his release. You felt his cock pulse and throb in your hand, cum hitting your face in hot spurts as he rode out his high. Thrusting into your fist. 

You swirled your tongue around the head, kissing his tip. When you opened your eyes you found him intently watching his spend trickle down your chin and down the valley between your breasts. Your tongue darted out to lick your swollen lips, and he visibly suppressed a groan at the action. 

“Goddamn” You could barely make out what he said the way he was catching his breath. Sighing, he stroked your head affectionately, almost petting you. You dodged his hand, then stood back up on your feet, albeit wobbly, as he tucked himself back into his dress pants. 

“There is no way in hell I'm going back inside that shit hole.” You said matter of factly and watched as he bent down to pick up your discarded blazer– now lightly dusted with white sand, and tried his best to brush it off. 

“Like hell you aren’t. What am I supposed to tell your dad? That you're busy cleaning my cum off your cute face?” You don't think you could get tired of hearing him call you cute. 

It was like he was trying to cover up for some horrendous crime he’d just committed– fixing his tie, running his fingers through his hair, smoothing his hand over his wrinkled button up. It was quite funny seeing him half panicked yet completely incapable of keeping himself away. 

When you pulled him towards you his collar felt slightly damp in your hands where your fists had grabbed it. You tightened his tie, fixing the dimple in it. His nose barely touched yours. Unable to keep your eyes away from his lips, you brushed your thumb at their corner as you spoke. “Don't tell him that just yet. Wanna be there to see the look on his face when he figures it out.” 

“Jesus Christ” 

His eyes blackened yet again, and you could already see the little urge to press you right back against the wall for the second time. He rubbed your cheek with his thumb and index, letting his cum coat his fingers before he was pressing them into your mouth.  Your lips wrapped around his digits as you obediently sucked, looking up at him the way you had on your knees moments ago. 

“Dirty little girl.” You couldn't tell if he was surprised or in disbelief, whatever the look was it suited him. He draped your blazer over your shoulders, discreetly scanning your surroundings for passersbys. “Now get the fuck outta here” 

“‘Night night Agent Peña, see ya tomorrow..” You pressed your lips against his, letting him taste himself against them and swallow one last whimper when he grabbed your hips. The fabric of your dress crumpled and rode up your thighs impossibly as he squeezed your flesh. He lightly squeezed your ass once more for good measure. 

Unsurprisingly you felt a lot of pride as you walked, rather limped, on the path towards your little villa. Even more so when you turned around to catch Javier, exhausted and distressed, leaning his forehead against the wall he’d just fucked you against. 

The boys, the girls

They all like Carmen

She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes

She laughs like God

Her mind's like a diamond

Audiotune lies

She's still shining

Like lightning, whoa-whoa

White lightning

🍓 Part II

Gonna burn in hell for this one but it was worth it. I hope you lovelies enjoyed. Again this is part one of three so we’ll be getting more of these nasties don’t you worry. Please let me know what you think, your comments mean the world. Thank you to everyone who reblogs my work you keep me writing! Dividers and banners by @ saradika 💗🐝✨

[cheesybadgers]

"He looks like he's admiring Carrillo's ass. I don't judge. Personally this could be easily placed before Trigonometry era. Like, him starting to think that "hey, maybe I could be bi". Laura will know this better than me."

Ok I was not expecting to see this post in my notifications, so thank you for brightening up a dull evening 😂😘

If we're talking Trigonometry universe...can you imagine how much it would have made Steve's head spin when Carrillo invited him to the La Dispensaria raid instead of Javi (because I feel like even though it was Steve who tipped Carrillo off about Poison, Steve would have fully expected to be left out again), and also what Javi would have made of that decision? 👀 Ok don't mind me, that feels like a whole new fic in itself...

Anyway…I DIGRESS.

You’ve picked some excellent Steve outfits here ❤️

May I also suggest Steve in his ‘Maybe if I wear a CNP cast-off shirt senpai Carrillo might invite me next time’ era?

And trying to entice Javi to no avail in this little red number (8/10 for effort, maybe undo more buttons next time).

I know we all talk about Javi’s black shirt (as we should…in fact, let’s talk about all three of them in that scene 🥵), but I actually think Steve’s black shirt is underrated.

Even though this scene breaks my heart every time I watch it, they both look SO GOOD and I love their jackets (more brown as well) 😭

I HAVE to give a shout out to the outfit he wears when confronting Carrillo in Our Man in Madrid. This scene is EVERYTHING (although I do wish they’d filmed it so both of them were in shot at the same time) and I love the jacket with that shirt.

Oh and this shirt was A Look (especially combined with his camera for some reason 😍), and don’t even get me started on Carrillo’s outfit in this scene 🥵 Or the fact they’re all in a hotel room together.

Red anorak of rage? 👀 (Not gonna lie, I love hot mess!Steve and I’d gladly have watched more of him 😂)

And last but not least (seen as I’ve reached the gif limit, oops!): arms, tiddies and tummy…need I say more about this t-shirt? 😉

Steve Murphy's Wardrobe: A study

I had a small discussion with my dear friend @cheesybadgers and this idea simply made camp inside my head.

Let's see a few of Mr. Murphy style, shall we? 😁

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The "I'm-relaxed-and-menspreading"

White button up is a classic. No suit, just him, his beige pants and that brick of telephone.

The "he's-really-fuckable-and-he-knows-it"

He looks like he's admiring Carrillo's ass. I don't judge. Personally this could be easily placed before Trigonometry era. Like, him starting to think that "hey, maybe I could be bi". Laura will know this better than me.

Now about the look: personal favorite. It's giving arms and the color fits him. Also... His face here... I would go for it without hesitating.

The "this-meeting-could-have-been-an-email"

Most of the times, yeah. I never have a good feeling when he's wearing suits. I like the confused face.

The "I want to match with my boyfring number 1"

The boyfriend is Javier. Also he looks like a bus driver from the 70s, just like Javi. Couple goals.

The "I-know-you-are-fucking-a-comunist-Javier"

Blue and red looks like a good match for me. I love his hair here. And the scene per se is great 😂😂😂😂

The "stole-this-jacket-from-Javier"

We don't give a fuck for canon. Steve found this jacket inside Javier's wardrobe and started to using it to match his boyfriend more.

The "I'm-done"

He's done. In blue.

The "I'm-busy-Javi-gimme-a-break"

The interrogation scene with this shirt is... 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (Hi, Javi.)

Bonus:

This scene screams "in this moment he knew... he wanted to fuck his buddy".

There's no wardrobe here, just thoughts.

Feel free to add, besties! We can always discuss about Carrillo and Javier too! 😂😂

[missadangel]

Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 5 : Fire on Fire -WARNING! +18-

Gifs din-jarring - djo

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"Are you going somewhere?"

You were startled by your father's voice, oh why the hell he was at home at this hour?

It has been a long time since you meet Javi -except you ran into each other the other night- so it was almost impossible to get ready at home and get out of the house at night, so you wanted to sneak out early.

"Y/N? I asked you a question."

You immediately turned to him.

"Yeah dad, well tonight we're having a sleepover with the girls."

You bit your lip nervously, hoping your lie wouldn't come out.

“Okay those girls have a name?”

You cleared your throat.

“Caroline, Maria and her sister. We will be at Caroline’s home.”

Surprisingly, he looked like convinced.

"Hm, well luckily I caught you before you leave then, come with me."

He made a gesture with hand.

"But dad, I-"

"It won't take much of your time."

You followed him into the garden obligingly. Wondering what coming next.

One guy was sitting on al fresco chairs in the garden where you were hosting your guests usually.  

"Honey, you remember Felipe, don't you?"

"Yes," you said and shook hands with him.

He was your childhood friend, but he had been in another city for a long time. You wondered why he is here now.

“How are you Y/N?”

“Thanks, I’m good.”

"Felipe came back to Cali last week, so I invited him over. You know, he is the Attorney General in Santa Marta now, right? Well done."

Your father always doing that shit. He speaks on someone’s behalf all the time.

You hated it.

"Yeah? Congratulations," you said, pretending to be look like impressed.

“Y/N is a great painter, she had many exhibitions though. Also her senior year in college, having good marks in university.”

“Father lemme talk for myself please,” you were annoyed.

Well what the hell was that?

Your father, who normally didn't come to your exhibitions -because he is too busy- suddenly became your favorite fan.

“That is great,” Felipe said smiling at you. He was so shy and boring you wanted to run away.

Also, he couldn't take his eyes off you, suddenly you smelled something fishy, narrowed your eyes. The way your father praised you to him there, which wasn't something he did a lot, so he was definitely planning something.

When he left, your father spilled the beans. It pissed you off when he says he wants you to marry Felipe.

Why was he always like that? You were so tired of him pressuring you all the time. But you didn’t want to think this right now. You left your father and all the other negative things behind and ran out of the house.

Tonight is special.

------

You had to convince Javi that he was in love with you even he's stubborn enough to hide his feelings.

That's why you went to the hairdresser to be perfectly prepared.

Your wanted hairstylist to make your hair like a side part with cascading curls, which letting other shoulder open.

Then when it comes to the makeup, attractive eyes and red lips was the best choice.

“Oh my, Y/N!”

It was Caroline, you both were surprised.

Your make up was done when Caroline came near you, her eyes looking at you super curiously, her mouth was wide open.

“What are you doing here? Are you going to a wedding or you're going to be a model?”

“No, I,” you bit your lip, what could you say?

“Or a date???” she touched you with her elbow, laughing.

“I mean, yes,” you smiled back, embarrassed.

“Oh my god you never tell me anything, I thought I was your best friend? So that's why you rejected Hugo that night, why didn't you say so? And who was it? Is he from college? Do I know him?”

With every question she got more and more curious.

“Caroline, slow down, please, I'll tell you, but keep this between us, okay?”

You sat on the seats in the waiting room.

She was the only person you could tell, so it made sense to spill your guts to her. Better than a boring psychologist, I guess.

Once you took the kidnapping part out and – especially terrifying parts - and told her everything that had happened, you felt a sense of relief after that.

Unlike your father and the psychologist, Caroline didn't judge you, she even felt sorry for you. More than that, she supported you.

“Some men are like that, they can't open up or deny. But do you think tonight will be effective? I mean, some men never call even after they get what they want. You said he’s older than you so is he a nice guy? Are you sure he has feelings for you?”

“I'm sure,” you said, more like hoping.

“Then get dressed and blow his mind.”

You nodded with smile. You were angry with yourself for not telling Caroline at the first place.

You went into the dressing room to put on the sexiest dress you've ever worn. When you got out from cabinet slowly, looking stunning.

"Slutty,” said the woman who did your hair. Other women in the hair saloon also staring at you.

Caroline clapping her hands happily, “And God created woman.”

"Stop, please,” you blushed, covering your mouth with your hand. “It's not too much, is it?"

"Depends on what you want, honey, but it's more than enough to make any men get hard," she blinked then bursting out laughing.

"Good," you said as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't wait to see Javi's face when he notices you.

As she was looking at you from behind, Caroline's body suddenly shook and she has to sit down.

“Are you all right? What's wrong?”

“Well, I'm very tired today, I think I'll get my hair done later. Don't worry about me, don't be late for your appointment, please.”

“Are you sure? Do you need a ride?”

“No, I'll take a cab, please go and call me for the details later,” she smiled with a wink.

You were worried for her but she convinced you that she’s fine.

“Okay then, see you later, bye.”

“Bye Y/N. Good luck.”

You put on a long black velvet jacket over the dress and left. Your heart was pounding in excitement.

---

You weren't the only one who was getting ready diligently. Javi stayed in front of the mirror a little too long to be more attractive than usual. He fastened the belt of the dark jeans which he wore under his black shirt. After fixing his hair for the last time, he applied his perfume on his neck. He was all gussied up with his leather jacket too.

He was the one who first to arrived at the hotel, where you first met, that night. Almost all the women stared at him as he walked through the entrance. He went to the bar and ordered a drink. He looked around and then checked his watch. He had his elbow on the table, propping up his chin, waiting for you, and becoming impatient.

When he was having another drink when he realized the men next to him laughing each other and pointing at something. He even heard a whistle. Before Javi could turn his head, you put a hand on his shoulder and leaned towards him.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," your voice was soft as velvet.

Javi didn't know what to say for a moment because you left his jaw dropping. He quickly cleared his throat, "No, I just got here."

You liked the crack in his voice, you pushed your hair back with one hand so that he could see your shoulder and your necklace.

“If you're the one making me wait, it doesn't matter, baby, I'll wait forever,” he whispered in your ear, feeling his breathe on your face, mesmerizing.

“Hmm I am very eager, I’m not like you,” also whispered in his ear.

He smiled, and ordered a drink for you.

“You are a very beautiful young woman, May I ask your name?”

You sniggered. “I’m Y/N. And your name is? I think I have a guess.

"Come on, don't expect me to introduce myself as Juan."

"But back then you said that name.”

He rolled his eyes.

"Please, but at the time I was just making it up. Why don't you call me, Javi?" he blinked.

“Nice to meet you then.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“My name, say it. I want you to say my name.” he was looking at you the most seductive way.

“Javi,” you said softly, your voice was like a lullaby to him.

He smiled and keep staring at you as he enjoy his drink. It was impossible for him to look somewhere else anyways.

But he suddenly realized he wasn't the only one.

Javi finished his drink and asked for another. He didn't like that all eyes were on you, especially the guys staring inappropriately.

"Don't you think it's a bit much," he glanced at your dress, almost angry.

You took a sip of your drink.

"Why are you so tense? Are you jealous?”

He rolled his eyes. ”Just saying.”

“Oh I see. And I am just asking.”

You locked your eyes on his.

"You're a very bad girl," he murmured.

When you looked into his eyes, you could see all his feelings as you both continued this ridiculous game.

"Hey honey, wanna join us?"

You both turned that way, and saw two men were laughing at each other, one of them quite drunk.

“How about you get out of here and come some other place with us?”

Javi got pissed, almost furious.

"Lady is with me, so the exit is that way," he gestured with his head.

The threatening tone in his voice was enough to make them leave. The other men at the bar also minded their own business after that.

That was so sexy.

"That's very kind of you, It was Juan right?" you smirked.

He hissed, “Please don’t ever say that fucking name.”

You touched his cheek, caressing slowly making him calmer.

It worked perfectly.

"Javi, you know we should just skip this part, get straight to the point, don’t you think?”

“Agreed,” he giggled, drinking his drink smiling. “Shall we spend the rest of the night in my apartment? It's not far from here. What do you think?”

His piercing gaze shone directly towards you.

“I'd love to,” you said, almost whispering.

You could feel your blood rushing through your veins and you were getting more and more impatient.

------

Javi opened the car door for you to get in. You could smell cigarettes and leather inside of his car. He kept looking at you during the ride, and you wished this ride would never end.

You realized that you missed this place, memories came back to you.

He opens car door for you.

“My lady,” he said and extending his hand.

You smiled as you taking his hand, “Mr. Peña.”

As you going up the stairs together he was still holding your hand.

Javi approached the door, took his key out of his pocket, opened the door and gestured for you to enter.

“Please come in.”

You smiled at him while walking inside. You remembered all the things that happened the last time you were here. Javi closed the door and took his jacket off, throwing a chair.

As soon as you looked at his bed your body started to feel hot.

With a super quick move Javi grabbed you by arm and made you turned to him and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled you towards him. Before you even breathe with your mouth, he pressed his lips to yours and started kissing you roughly. His taste was like a drug, you needed him, trembling to have more. Your body was on fire. Your lips was boiling under his lips.

Fire on fire.

The heat was getting higher, spreading all over your body, especially in the very center of your womanhood. His hands were under your dress, rubbing your thighs, squeezing.

He picks you up and takes you to the bed while taking off your jacket and letting it fall to the floor, you breaking the kiss.

“You are very handy.”

"You haven't seen anything yet, baby," he said and kept kissing you.

You began unbuttoning the black shirt he was wearing, taking it off roughly and throwing it on the floor. He was moving you again as he all but ripped your dress off. You unbuckled his belt pulling it loose pulling his pants down to floor. He moved closer to you and started kissing your chest, while he undid your fancy bra tossing it to the side, pressing his now bare chest against your own it was like electricity and fire.

Having him against you, having him kiss you, having him touch you with his big hands and long fingers was a bliss, feeling like heaven.

As he began to rub your nipples, he started kissing one of them and licking it with his hot tongue, you moaning with pleasure.

“I want you Javi,” you whispered. “Can’t wait much longer.”

“You’re very eager.”

“I told you so,” giggling at him.

Then he pulls your panties down to your knees, nearly ripping them in the process, you also helped him to take off his underwear, you both are all naked now, together, discovering every inches of your bodies.

Then you moved a little away from him and went to the head of the bed. Javi crawled over to you, his eyes locked on yours, like a hunter approaching his prey.

You bit your lip in excitement but you resist opening your legs.

"Show me what you got, baby," he licked his lips then moving them from your knees down to your thighs.

You let him spread your legs with his hands, you were already getting impatient, and wet enough.

You tensed as his warm hand touched your womanhood, you startled involuntarily but you wanted him to do it more. As he pressed his finger deep inside you, you started to make cat-like sounds.

"Is this your first time?"

"What, no, of course not," you panted. "It's just, it's been a long time."

He smirked and grabbed you around the waist pulling you closer to him as he pushes his cock in, slowly.

"I haven't done it in a while either," he said, breathing heavily.

"Liar," you moaned, laughing. He grinned.

This time he started to pushing it deeper. You gasped at the feel of him inside of you, clenching the pillow you laid your head on. Both of your breathing became more rapid, when he pushed his cock almost completely then push back to go deeper. He repeated, and then repeated again. Soon he was combining his force with a faster pace. You moaning like meowing, eyes closed trying to feel him all the way, he was proud of himself for the feeling he caused. Smiling with confidence at the top of you, kissing you meanwhile, you wanted him to go deeper into your pussy, wrapping your legs around his hips pulling towards you, he liked that and gave what you desired.

You came twice for him but Javi hasn’t finish yet, this time he pulled you up to his lap by grabbing your hips, your legs begin shaking uncontrollably like you’re having a seizure and then you’re howling, your back aching so violently that Javi has to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from falling off his lap. His fast, hard pace slowed down and he rode his orgasm out inside of you. He eased himself down, to lay on top of you, catching his breath, before sliding himself out of you and falling to lay next to you, both of you breathing heavily.

"Wow, that was fucking amazing," you said, panting.

“Indeed,” he sighed while kissing your neck. “You’re amazing, baby.”

You stayed for a while to savor the moment.

As you both breathing regularly, he got up and took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it quickly, then came back to bed. With his free hand he pulled you towards him and covered your body with the sheets then himself. You were resting your head on his chest, breathing in his smell mixed with cigarette smoke. While he moves his fingers through your hair and and then also his lips, you fell into a peaceful sleep.

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[pedroscurls]

Hi there! I’m J. Below the “keep reading” line is my ultimate masterlist for the stories I’ve written for Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Pedro Pascal characters! Please note that all stories at 18+ and this list is very long, so if there are any issues with any of the below links, please let me know! 

Happy reading!🫶

1️⃣ = One-shots || ✍ = Multi-chaptered stories / WIP (✍️✅ = complete)

FRANKIE “CATFISH” MORALES (triple frontier)

1️⃣ Always Here For You: Frankie comforts you as you cope with your grief. (Francisco “Catfish” Morales x fem!Reader || part of the pedrostores 1k celebration)

✍✅ Chance Encounters: You’ve suddenly and tragically lost your best friend and can’t handle the grief. Until four strangers give you a glimmer of hope that things will (and can) get better. (ultimately a story about working through grief with the help of our four boys from Triple Frontier)

1️⃣ Hold My Hand: For years, you have been in love with Frankie. Everyone else saw it, except him, and you never had the courage to tell him how you truly felt. Instead, you stuck by his side even when it hurt. And after Colombia, he hadn’t been the same. You knew he had demons (being a veteran and all), but this… This was different. Would Frankie finally open his eyes and realize that the woman he was meant to be with had been right in front of him all along? (Francisco “Catfish” Morales x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Third Time’s A Charm: There is history between you and Frankie. In fact, you have both broken up twice and yet, you still seem to find your way back to each other. Could this third chance be the last and final one? (Francisco “Catfish” Morales x fem!Reader)

JAVIER PEÑA (narcos)

1️⃣ All We Are: You and Javier have history and have been in this endless cycle for years, always trying to “one-up” each other, but what happens after a night of steamy, dirty sex that the truth finally comes out? (Javier Peña x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Innocent Eyes: Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, finally have one night off. So, when they go to a local bar to unwind, Javier certainly wasn’t expecting you to walk through the doors. (Javier Peña x fem!Reader)

JOEL MILLER (the last of us)

✍️✅ Always Been You: You and Joel have become best friends, but as the years pass, you both realize that the love you have for each other goes beyond just “best friends”. Will either of you have the courage to express your true feelings or will you both just remain secretly in love with each other? (no-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

✍️ Broken Souls: What happens when you realize love isn’t enough? And when years later, you meet again that all the pain and heartbreak comes rushing back… Like it never left. (Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

✍️ Dirty Little Secret: When your best friend and his fiancée, Sarah, have their belated engagement party (kicking off their pre-wedding parties), you meet the father of the bride and realize that he’s completely off limits. But you always did like older men, and Joel? Well, maybe he could be your dirty little secret. (age-gap, no-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Guys Night Out: Tommy takes Joel to a strip club. (Joel Miller pre-apocalypse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ In Case You Didn’t Know: Joel steps out of his comfort zone and puts his feelings into words the best way he knows how. (Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ One Drunken Night: Reader’s date stands her up, so she decides to stay at the bar anyway. Then, she meets Negan who unravels her entire world. All the while, trying to navigate her relationship with Joel. (Negan x fem!Reader, Joel Miller x fem!Reader, TLOU x TWD crossover)

✍️ The Teacher: You have been on your own for over a year and after Maria saves you and brings you to Jackson, you try and settle in, doing your best to contribute to the community. Though, it doesn’t help that your neighbor, Joel Miller, reminds you of a special person from before Outbreak day. (Joel Miller x fem!Reader)

MARCUS PIKE (the mentalist)

✍️ Second Chances: After Marcus moves to DC - alone - he’s determined to just focus on work. After a failed marriage followed with his failed relationship with Lisbon, Marcus believes that love just isn’t in the cards for him anymore. Until you move in next door. (Marcus Pike x fem!Reader)

DENNY DUQUETTE (grey’s anatomy)

✍️✅ Dear Maisie: Maisie receives a letter. (Denny Duquette x fem!OC)

✍️✅ Love At First Sight?: Jess meets an unlikely stranger that changes her life forever. (Denny Duquette x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Our Confession: Denny has a confession to make. (Denny Duquette x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Our Happy Ending: Denny and Izzie finally have their happy ending. (Denny Duquette x Izzie Stevens)

1️⃣ Our Own ‘Getaway’: Denny notices the change in your demeanor and despite being stuck in a hospital, he decides to comfort you in a way he only knows how. (Denny Duquette x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Reassure Me: After being released from the hospital since his heart transplant, Denny feels a bit self-conscious with his new scar. (Denny Duquette x fem!Reader)

IKE EVANS (magic city)

✍️✅ Fatal Attraction: Diana is newly married to Ben Diamond, also known as The Butcher. However, after meeting Ike Evans, the charming older gentleman of the Miramar Playa, she can’t help but indulge in an intimate relationship with the man. Can she keep this a secret from her dangerous husband? (Ike Evans x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Fever: Ike’s entertainment manager hires a burlesque dancer that catches Ike’s attention. (Ike Evans x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Gender Reveal: Ike and Vera find out the gender of their baby. (Ike Evans x Vera Evans)

1️⃣ Playing with Fire: Your father stays in one of the suites at the Miramar Playa, and the hotel’s owner, caters to his every need. But, when you finally see what this man looks like, you cannot help but tease him every chance you could get. (Ike Evans x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Sway With Me: Ike, a business professor and hotel owner of the Miramar Playa, meets an unexpected woman that catches his interest. (Ike Evans x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Your Secret’s Safe With Me: Ashton has a secret that only Ike knows. (Ike Evans x male!OC)

JASON CROUSE (the good wife)

1️⃣ I Won’t Give Up: Jason reminds his wife, Jen, just how important and loved she is. (Jason Crouse x OC)

1️⃣ Let Me Make it Up to You: Once at home, waiting for Jason, a burglar enters your home. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader) 

1️⃣ Let’s Stargaze: After a long day at work, you decide to cook dinner for Jason and your son, Luke, while the two stargaze out in the backyard. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Not What It Seems: Deciding to bring Jason lunch, you weren’t expecting to witness when showing up to his office. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Old Friends: It’s been twenty years since Jason and [Y/N] have seen each other. (Jason Crouse x Reader)

✍️✅ Protect Me: Samantha, a freelance writer, moves to Chicago. She didn’t expect to be a victim of a stalker, but what happens when she seeks professional help from Alicia and Lucca? Then Jason Crouse, the private investigator, comes in and offers his help. (Jason Crouse x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Sunday Funday Surprise: Jason and his daughter, Susie, plan a surprise for Mother’s Day. (Jason Crouse x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Take A Bite: Jason introduces Alicia to something new. || part of jeffreydeanmorganrarechar/ladylorelitany‘s Red Velvet challenge. (Jason Crouse x Alicia Florrick)

1️⃣ Teasing is a Fun Game: After a few trysts with Jason, he shows up unexpectedly during your lecture and all you can think of are the intimate moments you two shared. (Jason Crouse x Reader)

1️⃣ The Newest Family Addition: Jason and Jen tell Susie the good news, but as the months progress and Jen’s baby bump begins to show, Susie becomes anxious that her parents will replace her. (Part 2 to Sunday Funday Surprise).  (Jason Crouse x fem!OC)

1️⃣ The Other Sister: You accidentally walk in your older sister, Alicia’s, apartment to find her newest affair naked on her bed. (Jason Crouse x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ You Are Mine: Jason reveals his jealous side. (Jason Crouse x Reader)

MAX (the resident)

1️⃣ Coffee Date: Since Max wasn’t going to make the first move, you take him by surprise and ask him out for coffee. (Max x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Similar Personalities: Max needs some comforting and turns to you to make him feel better. What he didn’t expect was for you to find out his secret, and more than willing to partake in one of his fantasies. (Max x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ The Breakthrough: What if Juliet didn’t stop Max? Would that have changed everything? (Max x Juliet)

1️⃣ You’re Safe With Me: Max didn’t expect for you, the new tenant, to be newly divorced with two young children. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that you had taken him out of the walls and shown him a world that he always knew he could live. (Max x fem!Reader)

NEGAN SMITH (the walking dead)

1️⃣ A Broken Facade: Negan gives Father Gabriel his confession. In doing so, a vivid memory enters his mind about the one person he failed to protect. || part of flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash writing challenge. (Negan x Lucille)

1️⃣ A Flood of Old Memories: While singing in the shower, Negan overhears the song that brings back old memories that he has tried to suppress for so long. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ A Hands-On Demonstration: Negan shows you just how it’s like to be pleasured by a real man. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ A Private Dance: As a new dancer, you try and familiarize yourself with the regulars, listening to the other women’s advice. However, your eye catches a man in a leather jacket sitting towards the back of the room. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ A Proper Thank You: An underestimated, young Savior saves Negan’s life and he repays her the only way he knows how. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ An Unwanted Flashback: After Negan makes Carl face down onto the pavement, flashbacks from the Claimers enter the young boy’s mind and goes into a mental breakdown. (Negan x Carl)

1️⃣ Baby, I’m Back!: After his month-long supply run, you and Negan show each other just how much you missed one another. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Coach Negan: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are. (Negan x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Coach Negan: You always loved sports. Most specifically, basketball. After deciding to join the new season after a very embarrassing last season, you believe that you could change the team’s bad luck and bring them to the championships, but you weren’t expecting the team’s coach to be as good looking as him. It was going to be tougher than you planned. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Control: You and Negan have the same temperament, and when you both get into an argument, it is always a battle of power and control that ultimately leads to angry, rough, dominant sex. In this instance, who wins the argument? (Negan x fem!Reader

1️⃣ Goodbye My Lover: Negan knows what’s to come, but he can’t seem to come to terms with it. Lucille was the woman he loved, despite everything he had done || Inspired by “Here’s Negan” (Negan x Lucille)

1️⃣ Hurt Me: You finally have enough of Negan’s behavior towards you. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: Negan realizes the truth to the saying, “you never know what you have until you’ve lost it.” When you, one of his wives, decide to leave him, you wonder if you’ve made the right decision and Negan starts to question if he should have let you go in the first place. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ I Know Your Secret: After a year from being accepted into The Sanctuary, you had become one of Negan’s top Saviors. During a night of fun with the rest of your fellow Saviors, Negan drops in and decides to tease you for hiding such an “important” secret. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ I Truly Am Sorry: Witnessing your father’s death broke you and the one man that has been haunting your nightmares finally show up for the first pick-up. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ I Trust You: Negan asks Mary an important question that will change her entire life. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ It’s Over: Negan doesn’t understand that your affair with him is over. You, however, had enough and finally lose control || part of @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s 400 Follower Negan Challenge. (Negan x fem!Reader)

✍️✅ Just the Three of Us: You meet Negan and Simon at a bachelor party and realize a hunger you never knew you had. What happens when you finally are able to have each of them and then suddenly, the world collapses? (Negan x fem!Reader x Simon)

1️⃣ Let Me Take Care of You: After sorting out the supplies from a successful run on a hot, summer’s day, you accidentally cut yourself after opening a box with your knife. Negan takes notice and decides to take care of it himself. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Let’s Make A Deal: After the deaths of Glenn and Abraham, Rick and the rest of the group have been on edge. Hannah didn’t know what she had gotten herself into when joining this group, but she was just about to find out what had everyone working their asses off. Negan shows up and offers her a deal that she cannot refuse. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ My Not-So Little Girl: Pre-apocalypse AU. Negan gives his daughter, Casey, advice on how to drive and it gets out of hand. || Part of flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash writing challenge. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Now, What Do We Have Here?: You have been living in the Sanctuary for two months now and neither men showed any interest towards you. Though, it is a good thing that you’ve got a vivid imagination and after a long day at work, you decide to let out some steam. (Negan x fem!Reader x Simon)

✍️✅ One Drunken Night: Reader’s date stands her up, so she decides to stay at the bar anyway. Then, she meets Negan who unravels her entire world. All the while, trying to navigate her relationship with Joel. (Negan x fem!Reader, Joel Miller x fem!Reader, TLOU x TWD crossover)

1️⃣ Our First Night: Lara has a big crush on the leader of the Sanctuary, Negan. Tonight, though, she finds out just exactly how mutual the feelings are. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Save Me: Rick and Shane receive a call about a domestic disturbance, but so did Negan and Simon. (Rick x Shane x fem!Reader x Negan x Simon)

1️⃣ Straight for the Castle: King Ezekiel’s daughter, “Princess” Ramona, has a plan to overthrow her father and take over the Kingdom. When her plan finally goes through, Negan shows up at the gates of the Kingdom while her father was on a supply run. (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Talk Dirty to Me: You can’t help but be attracted your leader, to your Savior, Negan. What happens when he brings you back to his office? Will it finally happen? (Negan x fem!OC)

✍️✅ The Moon: Luna, a shy and timid woman, encounters Negan who is the complete opposite. Negan tries to break her out of her shell, but will it work? It was going to be tough, especially since he reminds Luna of her late husband… And not in a good way. (Negan x fem!OC) 

1️⃣ The Physical: Going to the doctor’s have always been a big fear of yours and now that you were waiting for your doctor to enter the room, he walks in with a large grin and deep dimples || part of noodlescupcakes 1st Writing Challenge. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ The Proposal: @a-girl-interupted​ requested: “I had an idea of a character with negan where she eventually becomes his/a wife and somehow he realizes how important it would be to her to have an actual proposal and wedding. We dont want to Negan too soft and the details are up to you but I would cry to see this” (Negan x fem!OC)

1️⃣ The Punishment: You hire a lawyer after being wrongfully accused of a crime. However, your lawyer, Negan, has a different way to punish you || pre-apocalypse AU. part of flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s writing challenge. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Unknown Feelings: Negan takes notice of one of the new Saviors during their weekly game night with the rest of the guys. Though, what he doesn’t expect is the feelings that follow… (Negan x male!OC)

1️⃣ You Belong to Me: You didn’t realize what you were getting into after stealing the supplies. However, what you also didn’t expect was to be attracted by the man who ultimately had your fate in his hands. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ You, Doll, Are Special: You and Negan finally give in to one another. (Negan x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ You’ve Got A Friend in Me: Negan realizes that Fat Joey has a sister. Little does he know, she’s also got a voice of an angel. (Negan x fem!OC)

THE COMEDIAN (watchmen)

1️⃣ A Double Life: Eddie secretly leads a double life, but as his wife, you think it’s time that he hangs up his costume as “The Comedian.” (The Comedian x fem!Reader)

1️⃣ Opposites Attract: Can the God of War and the Goddess of Love and Beauty – both opposite sides of the spectrum – find a way to meet in the middle? || part of jeffreydeanneganstrash 1k writing challenge. (The Comedian x fem!OC)

1️⃣ Unsteady: Eddie turns to you for some stress relief. (The Comedian x fem!Reader)

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Traditions - Pedro Pascal Characters Headcanons

Summary: Which tradition do the Pedro boys enjoy? I have thoughts.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader, Javier Peña x F!Reader, Dieter Bravo x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader Tags/Warnings: Explicit Language, Non-Descriptive Smut, Headcanons

notes: excited to post the first of a few hcs to come this month! i hope you enjoy <3

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Joel Miller

Joel may not show it but he actually likes Christmas traditions. It can't be anything too big or fancy but there's a few small things he remembers about Christmas in his own childhood that he continues with Sarah and later with Ellie.

After the outbreak, he doesn't celebrate. Not just Christmas, he doesn't celebrate anything for years. By the time his first Christmas with Ellie rolls around, he is already badly injured. He doesn't even realize it's Christmas Eve.

The next year, with both of them living safely in Jackson, he makes up for it best he can, agreeing to join a Christmas dinner hosted by Tommy and Maria.

You've met before but this is one of the first occasions where you begin talking. It's only months later that you realize you may not have been seated next to each other by accident.

Tommy and Joel contribute to the night with a tradition from their childhood. After dinner, they bring out Luminarias, handmade Christmas lanterns that they've evidently prepared in secret. The other lights are dimmed and the entire house is bathed in soft, orange light.

He ends up on an armchair by the window with you perched on the armrest and you both sip your drinks in the dim light while the other guests slowly file out. Joel swears that it cements the lights as his favorite tradition.

Javier Peña

Christmas, for Javi, usually means a trip back home to meet the family. Born and raised in Texas, it's one of the most important parts of Christmas: Everyone being together, despite their differences.

Colombia and the cartel case are a welcome excuse to not take part in the family gatherings. Every time he does visit Laredo, which only totals to three times during his time in Bogotá, he can't stand the way people look at him.

When he goes back after Cali, he doesn't even make it through half of the gathering. There have been too many drinks emptied and too many questions asked and he is back in his truck before anyone can notice he's disappeared.

Four years later marks the first time he does show up for Christmas again, with you by his side and proudly showing off the noticeable bump under your sundress.

You think he's joking when he whispers to you that night, explaining that his new favorite Christmas tradition is keeping you stuffed and spending all of Christmas Eve next to the tree, hands caressing your stomach to feel for movement from his baby

He isn’t joking. Three years in a row, the timing aligns perfectly and like clockwork, a baby is born every spring. It's definitely not the worst tradition you can think of.

After a satisfying number of babies however, the tradition shifts back to its origin: Gatherings with the whole family. And you have quite the family to show off with three little ones and Javi by your side.

Dieter Bravo

Dieter loves having you over for Christmas at his house in the Hollywood Hills. It starts innocently enough, with Covid ruining plans for any other possible get-together.

He orders enough food to last for days, rolls a generous joint for you to share and puts on a Hallmark Christmas movie for giggles.

It ends up getting you both in the feels, despite ticking off every possible cliché. By the time the credits roll around, Dieter's body is pressed against yours, both of you sinking back into the fluffy couch pillows.

The next three days are an intangible mess made up of cheese, weed and sex. In no particular order.

For once, no agent calling disturbs the bubble the two of you have created for yourselves and when New Year's rolls around, you both vow to repeat the same kind of Christmas next year.

Din Djarin

Din doesn't really know or celebrate Christmas until you and Grogu come along. When you start decorating and making a few purchases, he grumbles slightly but lets you go through with it.

To your (and his) surprise, he doesn't hate the decorating. It's a nice change of pace to just sit for a while, make chains of popcorn and dried fruits and watch the child play with a few of the Christmas decorations while you consider the best spot for the tree.

Din does help with all that you can't reach and with securing everything so that your whole work won't be ruined the second the ship takes off.

It's dark outside when you are finally done, Grogu napping below the tree after wearing himself out. Din lifts you onto his shoulders almost effortlessly, allowing you to place the golden star on top of the tree while he watches.

You light the tree together afterwards, the twinkling lights reflecting in his beskar armor, multiplying the light by what seems to be a million and it makes your knees weak.

Every following year, a beautiful tree decorates your living quarters. You both pretend it's something you only do for Grogu. You both know it's not.

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could you write about the reader helping joel with chronic pain? like his knees or back? thank youuuu

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

As a fellow chronic pain sufferer, I completely understand Joel’s complaints 🖐️ I hope this is what you were thinking. Thanks for the request💜

"I'm fine"

Watching Joel, you had seen that he’d been rolling his shoulders uncomfortably all day. He hadn’t said anything to you so you didn’t bring it up but you kept an eye on him. That was until on patrol, your squad got jumped by raiders and Joel was knocked from his horse. He landed straight on his back and cried out in pain. You raised your weapon, effectively picking off the few closest to him while the rest of your people took out the rest of them. 

As soon as you knew they were all dead, you jumped from your horse and made a beeline to Joel. He had a few scrapes and got the wind knocked out of him but he was okay. Your eyes never left the back of his head when you were riding back. You were at his side and had a hand on his knee before he even had time to attempt to get down by himself.

“I’m fine, move over.”

You stood fast and made no attempt to move.

“Seriously?”

You patted his knee and stepped backward only enough for him to swing his leg over the side. You had a hand on his shoulder the second his foot hit the ground. He grumbles something about not needing help but allows you to guide him out of the stables anyway. You were met at the doors by a worried looking Tommy with Maria right behind him. 

He scolded Joel for not being more careful while you explained what happened to his wife. She gave you a knowing look and pulled Tommy’s attention away. You whisked Joel away to your shared house and set him down on the bed. You sat down next to him and watched as he cautiously flopped down and flipped onto his stomach. You knew he was in pain. He was no longer hiding it. You gave him a sad smile even though he couldn’t see it.

“Could you-”

He hesitated, seemingly embarrassed.

“Could you possibly do that thing you do please?

He asked quietly into the blankets. You nodded and then scrambled to respond, forgetting that he still couldn’t see you.

“Of course. Sit tight.”

When his back got really bad, which wasn’t very often, Joel would ask you to adjust it. You didn’t really like that you had to massage a tender, recently injured and bruised, area for fear that you would do more harm than good. But Joel asked you, and being the devoted boyfriend that you are, you complied. You set all your stuff down and shed your coat, hanging it up by the door. You jog back to the bedroom to see Joel has done the same, leaving him in the worn flannel shirt that used to belong to you.

You diligently crawl onto the bed and straddle Joel's hips. You start by his neck and run your hands down his back. Not pushing down, just running them up and down. Slowly, you started adding pressure near his shoulder blades, easing the knots and stiffness that resided there. You make sure to be extra careful the further down you get, avoiding places that you knew had some kind of bruise and listening to Joel’s breathing.

“Thank you darlin’.”

You hum and lean down to kiss between his shoulder blades. You continued massaging the aching muscles in his back and after a half hour, Joel was snoring. You clambered off of him carefully, not wanting to wake him, and laid down next to him. He looked angelic in the afternoon light. He was relaxed and had a slight smile. You brushed back the hair that hung by his forehead and got to your feet. It was your night to cook and you were going to make Joel his favourite dinner.

Working on a special Javier Peña fic at the moment 😉