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Javier Peña by Pedro Pascal in Narcos

dedicated to @spacedadheadcanons for unintentionally making me watch Narcos 😂🤍 thanks mate

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i was tagged by @djaarin and @diindjariin. thank you lovelies <3

1. do you make your bed? everyday!

2. what’s your favorite number? 28 but my luckyy number is 4

3. what’s your job? i’m a records secretary for my local school district

4. can you parallel park? uh..... no

5. a job you had which would surprise people? nothing really. started as a bakery clerk/customer service rep then moved to cashiering and supervising at whole foods.maybe being TMAG lead? but it was a side prject

6. do you think aliens are real? yes

7. can you drive a manual car? i’ve never tried

8. what’s your guilty pleasure? rom coms

9. tattoos? two, sparrow on my ribs and my new rebel alliance symbol on my wrist

10. favorite color? blush or lilac

11. things people do that drive you crazy? chew with their mouths open, interject in conversations where they don’t belong, not following simple rules, ghosting

12. any phobias? rats

13. favorite childhood sport? soccer

14. do you talk to yourself? who doesn’t omg

15. what movies do you adore? this is 40, any star wars, ww2 movies, annihilation, inception, juno, 500 days of summer

16. do you like doing puzzles? not really

17. favorite kind of music? pop, alternative, lana del rey

18. tea or coffee? coffee

19. what was the first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? archaeologist 

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MAKE YOUR MARK; a whiskey x reader fic

rated: m for sexual themes, some dirty talk

word count: a little over 1k

summary: waking up with whiskey in the morning

a/n: this is going to be a new series of fics feat our fave cowboy who deserves better!!!! this is a little au ive concocted - and these little fics will all fit in this universe! the fics won’t necessarily be in any kind of order - just little slices of life etc. also if you have any requests for a little fic in this au i welcome it! 

The sunlight peeks through the curtains onto your bedroom floor. It’s early. You weren’t quite ready to get up yet. You had no where to be, no reason to get up. So you snuggle deeper under the covers. The sheets soft against your skin. It’s only now you’re remembering that you’re naked. A warm feeling shoots down all the way to your toes at the memory of the night before.

Warm lips sucking your tits, mustache bristles scraping your flesh. Denim rubbing against your sex, riding his thigh. Southern drawl in your ear, a firm hand grabbing and then spanking your ass. Warm body on top of yours, sweet praises whispered. His mouth and hands never stopped moving.

That mouth is slightly agape now, he’s snoring a little. It’s endearing in a way.

You can’t see his face when you roll over, the back of his head is what you see. That, and his broad shoulders. Both arms are under his pillow, and his hair is a complete mess. You smile to yourself knowing when he gets up he’ll fix it. He takes great pride in his hair.

Looking at his shoulders where the sheets have moved down, you see little crescents on his skin from your nails digging into him. He’d say it was a badge of honor.

You don’t want to wake him, you just want to admire your sleeping husband for a few moments. You enjoy watching his shoulders move slowly as he breathes. A little snort escapes every couple minutes and it makes you want to laugh. If you could see his face, you’d guess there was drool coming out of his mouth. He sleeps hard now. Harder than he has before.

He’s told you stories of how little rest he got in his old life.

You first met Whiskey when he was a Statesman. He swept you off your feet, and he fall hard in love with you. But being in a relationship of that nature wasn’t good for business. It put lives in danger. He didn’t want to live without you. So with the help of fellow agents, he got out. Faked his own death. The next day he married you and took you home to a farm in the Kentucky countryside.

And that’s where you reside.

It’s a simple life. Quiet. He thrives in it, you both do. He’s always on the move, doing something to keep himself busy. His current project is building a deck out back. You keep up a small garden, it is a farm after all. And there’s a few horses in the stables.

Today you have plans for a picnic out in the fields. You’re looking forward to it.

You sigh at the thought, maybe a little too loud because your sleeping husband beside you stirs. He lets out a soft groan and sits up, cracking his neck and popping his shoulder.

“Sorry,” you whisper, “I woke you.”

“Nah,” he replies, cracking his neck again. “‘s alright little darlin’. Needed to get up anyway.”

The sheets moved with his body as he sat up, giving you an unobstructed view of his whole back. The muscles move under his skin as he stretches. It’s a wonderful view.

He turns and catches you staring. He raises a brow and smirks, “you see somethin’ ya like little darlin’?” he winks and leans down to kiss your lips. He laughs into the kiss when you laugh, and he peppers your face all over with kisses.

“Whiskey!!!!” you shriek as he starts to tickle you under the covers.

“Sugar, you don’t have to call me that,” he teases nibbling your ear.

After he faked his death, he changed his name. Whiskey was his code name, but it’s always been a nickname to you, so it’s just stuck.

“I’ll call you what I want,” you laugh wrapping your arm around his neck.

“Just don’t call me late for dinner,” he kisses your cheek and lays back down on his back.

You lay down next to him, and he wraps an arm around you and pulls you to him. You cuddle in his embrace and press a kiss wherever your lips can reach. Your lips feel a little dry, so you start to sit up to put on chapstick.

“Where you goin’?” he teases and wraps his arm around you tight.

“I need chap stick!” you laugh and pull free of his ‘grip.’

“Darlin’, you wore me OUT last night. Whoo,” he laughs while you swipe the lip balm on your lips.

“Is that a good thing?” you ask leaning back down. Instead of curling into his side, you smooth his messy hair off his forehead and press a kiss down on his skin. When you pull back you realize it wasn’t chapstick you put on but your red lipstick.

You smirk a little, deciding to have some fun with this.

His eyes are closed, but he’s still talking, chatting away about how good you were for him last night and how damn good your pussy feels. You’re flushing under his compliments, but all the while pressing kisses all over his face, leaving lipstick marks all over. You kiss the corners of his mouth, his lips, his cheeks, forehead, nose, between his eyebrows. All over that handsome face, even his close eyelid.

He’s none the wiser, it’s not uncommon for you to kiss him like this. He’s quite used to your affections. He lives for it.

“Whiskey?”

“Hmm?” he opens one eye and raises a brow.

You only smile, seeing his face completely covered in red lipstick stains.

“Nothin’,” you laugh shaking your head.

“What?” he sits up and yanks off the covers exposing you to him. “What are you up to sugar??” he starts to tickle you again, making you laugh.

With a big hand, he captures you wrists and pins them above his head. With his free hand, he wraps his fingers around your neck. He holds you there and leans down about to kiss your lips, when he stops. His eyebrow raised again, this time a smirk follows.

“Did you put on lipstick?” he smirks. You see his dimples, which you also kissed, have lipstick marks on them too.

Still smirking, he leans down to capture your lips with his. Your lips part, and his tongue tastes your lips.

“I didn’t mean to,” you giggle when he pulls away.

“Mhmm,” he laughs pulling away. He has to know what he looks like, so he hops off the bed and you watch his cute bare butt as he walks into the bathroom.

He flicks on the light, and lets out a loud whistle.

“Damn! I look good like this!” he pokes his head out looking at you. And he is right, he does look good like that. His hair all messy, bright red lipstick stains covering his face.

“I got you all marked up,” you laugh.

“It’s a damn shame. A damn shame,” he tuts and slowly walks back into the bedroom.

“What is?” your eyebrows crease in question.

“You got me all marked up,” he says, kneeling on the bed. “But you? You’re clean as a whistle.”

Understanding his meaning, your face heats up.

“Why don’t you uh, fix that then cowboy?” you blush.

“I think I will sugar. Think I will,” he purrs.

The picnic had to take a rain check. Plans for the day are pushed back due to Whiskey covering your entire body with hickies and a delicious burn from that mustache.

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Job Gone Wrong - Javier Peña x Reader

Author’s Note: How could I resist the urge to use this gif?? ugh, this man DOES THINGS TO ME. Anyway, I was VERY, inspired by this post from @spacedadheadcanons (Thank you so much for letting me use it!) and also thanks to @theforceofdarkandlight pretty much INSISTING that I write this 😂 Love you Lauren you da best ❤ And an even more special Thanks to my beta readers @anniebombannie and @amberthefiredemon y’all are so fun and amazing and make this whole process to much easier! love you guys!

p.s. I do NOT speak spanish. I literally punched stuff into SpanishDict! and hoped for the best lol, so i apologize to everyone who can speak/read spanish this is probably butchered XD

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Reader gets stabbed, mentiosn of blood, sticthes, cursing, re-injury, kising, angst and fluff.

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You had been partners with Javier Peña and Steve Murphy for a little over a year at this point, and you had managed to get Javier into a relationship within about seven months of that time. To say you were surprised was more than an understatement. You had been pining after your fellow DEA agent pretty much the second you laid eyes on him, but you were quick to learn that he was not a relationship guy. 

He found what seemed like a new woman every night, slept with her, and then kicked her out before the birds started chirping in the early morning light. It was a routine you had learned very quickly due to the horrifyingly thin walls of your shared apartment building. So, when about two months into your transfer, the obscene sounds from next door stopped, it caught you off guard. You had almost wanted to ask Javier about it, but you knew that conversation would be awkward, so you let it be. However, you didn’t fail to notice the extra attention the agent started to give you soon after. The lingering gazes, the gentle grazes he gave your lower back as he scooted by you, and you definitely couldn’t ignore when he started to bring you coffee every morning, prepared just the way you liked. 

Steve let out a low chuckle as Javier walked away after just delivering your morning cup of coffee, having to talk to the ambassador about something.

“What?” you questioned, sipping slowly at the warm drink in your hands.

Steve just shook his head, “You both are just oblivious as hell,” he says, a smirk adorning his lips.

Your brows furrowed together, “What do you mean? He’s just being nice.”

You knew your words were bullshit, but what did Steve expect you to do? Fall down at Javier’s feet and confess your undying love?

Steve rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, “You both are like two lovesick puppies but are too stubborn to admit it.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah well, you know how he is…he doesn’t do the relationship thing. I wouldn’t stand a chance,” you sigh bitterly.

Steve shrugs his shoulders, hands clasped together and resting on his stomach, “I don’t know…a little bird told me that a certain DEA agent has caught feelings for you.”

And that was the day you found out Javier Peña had feelings for you too. You had resolved that day to tell him how you felt, but he had beaten you to it when he knocked on your apartment door with a pizza and beer in hand. 

The rest was history as they say.

Since then, you two had been together happily. You both had flaws you had to work through but you did it together, hell it only took him a couple of weeks to convince you to move in with him since you practically live with him anyways with how much you stayed over. And of all of this lead you here, chasing down two of Escobar’s men through a local Comuna with Steve. Javier had been away for almost a week working with Carrillo on another lead. The news had made both you and Javier upset, never having been away from each other more than a day or two, but you knew it had to be done. So, you both had to settle for phone calls each night instead. But now you were missing Javier even more, he was usually the one to run after targets while you ambushed them, but now that you were the one running after them you realized just how out of shape you were. You had gotten separated from Steve somewhere along the way but had managed to stay on the Narcos’ tail, sighing in relief when you reached a dead end, corning the man in a small courtyard. 

“Pon tus manos arriba donde pueda verlas!” you commanded, gun raised and aimed at the perp in front of you.

He looked at you menacingly before dropping his gun and raising his hands above his head.

“¡ no te muevas!” you say, telling the man not to move as you approached him, gun still aimed while pulling the cuffs from your belt. 

You slowly approached him and commanded him to turn around before grabbing one of his hands and pulling it roughly behind his back, clicking one of the cuffs around his wrist. But before you could get his other hand down, he was ripping it from your grasp and grabbing something from his belt. It all happened so fast. One minute you were about to arrest the guy and the next he had turned around and drove a knife into your side before running off.

You let out a pained gasp as a sharp jolt shot through your side, “Motherfucker!” you cursed, hand immediately pressing into your side as you stumbled slightly, pressing your other hand against the wall for stability. You felt the thick and warm liquid run from your side and through your fingers, coating them in a dark crimson.

“Shit,” you whisper at first, “fuck!” you exclaimed, hand slamming against the wall next to you as the reality of the situation sank in. 

You had just lost your main lead to the case and gotten stabbed in the process, and you didn’t know where Steve was. This was just great. As if he could read your mind, you heard rapid footsteps followed by a familiar voice calling out your name.

“I’m over here!” you call, finally seeing Steve round the corner and his eyes widened at the red stain blossoming on your white shirt, “fucker stabbed me before he ran off,” you hiss as Steve approaches pulling his jacket off and replacing your hand with the fabric instead, trying to staunch the bleeding. 

“Are you okay? Can you walk?” he asks frantically. 

You nod, surprisingly it didn’t hurt all that much, you suppose the adrenaline pumping through you had something to do with that, “Yes, I’m fine, let’s just get the hell out of here before more trouble finds us,” you breathe, and let Steve lead you back to the car.

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You let out a sigh as you carefully strip off your blood-stained shirt in favor of one of Javier’s clean ones lean back into the multitude of pillows you threw on the bed. Steve had just walked you to your and Javier’s apartment after a trip to the hospital and a dose of painkillers. 

“Remember to take these every six hours, and then your antibiotics twice a day,” Steve reminded you, pressing the bottles into your hands after you unlocked the doors, “And don’t rip your stitches, last thing we need is another trip to the hospital,” he teases.

you roll your eyes, and give the man a mock salute, “Sir, yes sir!” before walking into your apartment and closing the door.

Okay so maybe the painkillers were doing a little more than just taking the pain away. You mostly felt tired, but it was also mixed with a slightly fuzzy feeling in your mind. Just as you were about to crawl under the covers and get some much-needed rest you heard the door to your apartment open and close, followed by the jingling of keys being tossed onto the counter.

“Sweetheart?” Javier’s baritone voice drifted through the apartment.

A smile immediately lit up your face and you quickly, but carefully, swung your legs off the side of the bed and walked into the living room, eyes instantly falling onto a disheveled but relaxed looking Javier.

“Javi! You’re back!” you say, voice thick with relief as you walk over and wrap him in a hug.

His face falls instinctively to the crook of your neck and he takes in a deep breath, “I miss you so much, mi amor,” he whispers, hands coming to rest on your waist as he leaves a soft kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You can feel him start to push you backwards slightly and you pull away from the embrace looking at him questioningly, “Javi, babe what are you-�� 

Before you can finish Javier pushes you somewhat roughly into the wall behind you, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone,” he breathes, mouth moving from you neck to your jaw.

“I missed you too Javier,” you gasp as his mouth finally meets yours, days of longing and emotions poured into this single action. 

Javier’s hands drift from ups up to your sides, gripping you roughly through his thin t-shirt you were wearing, right over your newly injured side. You let out a loud gasp, pleasure and pain, and your foggy mind can’t tell which is more important in this moment. 

“Did you put this one for me?” he asks, voice thick with want and need, “because you look so fucking-“ his words catch in his throat as he squeezes your side once more, and his brows knit confusion as a new and unfamiliar warmth meets his hand. He pulls away from you slightly, ignoring your whine at the loss of contact and his eyes widen at the sight before him. 

His hand is covered in a thin coat of blood, as he pulls it away from the crimson stain on your shirt, “What the fuck? (y/n), what they hell is this?” he exclaims, voice rising several octaves as he takes your wrist in his non bloody hand and pulls it away from your body to get a better look at your now bleeding side.

You let out an indignant huff, “Some asshole stabbed me earlier today, nothing major now-“ you reached out for him again, wanting to feel his lips on your again, “Come here. I can’t even feel it!” you assure.

Javier lets out an angry sigh, shoving your grasping hands away and instead pulls you over to sit on a stool in the kitchen, “Stop! You got fucking stabbed? And you didn’t tell me?” he asks, anger and concern lacing his words as he hurriedly digs under the sink for the med kit he had there.

You roll your eyes, “I’m fine! Plus, I just got home a few minutes before you did, how was I supposed to tell you?” you argue.

Javier doesn’t say anything in return, he instead rushes back over to where you are sitting, med kit in hand. He quickly lifts your shirt up and over your head to inspect the damage. The bandages are soaked completely through with blood and he gently lifts up the bottom edge of your sports bra to unwrap the dirty bandages. 

“Why didn’t you tell me as soon as I walked in the door? It should have been the first thing you told me!” he scolded; voice harsher than he meant for it to be. You sighed and slumped over in your seat slightly, shame filling you at his words, “I’m sorry Javi,” you whisper, hand running through his hair lightly.

His heart was racing at the thought of what happened to you, and the fact that he wasn’t there when it happened. As he unwrapped the last layer, he cringes slightly at the damage he sees. It’s actually not as bad as it seemed, some of the stitches had just ripped from where he had been a little rough with you. he felt a pang of guilt shoot through him.

“No, I’m sorry, look at what I did,” he mutters, pulling the supplies he’d need from the med kit and setting them on the counter. 

You opened your mouth to refute his apology but were silenced with a quick peck to the lips instead. Javier brought a hand up to rest on your cheek and gently ran his thumb over your cheek bone, “Just…let me fix you up okay? Then I’ll order some food and we can relax.” Your eyes found his, flooded with concern but also bursting with love as he stared back at you.

You gave him a small smile, turning your head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand and nodded, “Okay.”

Javier gave you a small smile before kneeling down to your side and set to work on patching you up. He cleaned away the blood before disinfecting the area and carefully placing a few stitches back where they needed to be. He took notice of how you barely flinched as he threaded the needle through your skin and let out a small chuckle before tying a knot and cutting the thread.

“They must have you on some pretty strong painkillers,” he comments, now wrapping the bandages around your torso.

You let out a giggle, “I was telling you the truth when I said it didn’t hurt,” you begin, “But I think I’m just a badass, because it didn’t hurt when I actually got stabbed either,” you say, a large smile on your face. 

Javier finishes wrapping the bandages securing them with some medical tape before standing so you were looking up at him. he let out a small chuckle and gently placed his hands on your hips, “Yeah well you’re my badass,” he says playfully, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. 

You smile into the kiss, his moustache tickling your upper lip slightly before you pull away and rest your head against his chest, sighing contentedly. You both just stayed in that position for a while, his hands on your hips and your arms wrapped loosely around his waist, relishing in each other’s presence after a week of not seeing one another. 

You finally broke the silence, “Can we order from that pizza place a few blocks over? I didn’t realize how hungry I was until you mentioned food,” you said shyly.

Javier just gave you a bright smile and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling you up from the stool, “Anything for you amado,” he says gently.

You smile at his sweet words and follow him as he leads you over to the couch and sits you down, “Stay here I’ll be right back.” 

You nod and watch as he scurries off the bedroom, emerging moments later in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, his arms filled with pillows and blankets. You feel your heart swell as he comes over and places the pillows down near the armrest and motions for you to lay down before tossing the blanket over you. you gave him a warm smile as he went to go order the pizza before returning back to the living room and sitting down, pulling your legs into his lap and turning on the TV.

He gently strokes your legs over the covers, and you intertwine one of your hands with his free one, “You’re too sweet to me Javi,” you say quietly.

Javier looks over to you, and shakes his head, “Nothing is ever too much for you mi amor,” he says sweetly before leaning over, mindful of your injured side, and kissing you sweetly before pulling away and taking your hand in his again. 

“I love you Javi,” you say quietly, eyes on the TV.

Javier smiles, squeezing your hand gently as his other hand still stroked your leg slowly, a certain calm peace settling over him as he sat on the couch with the woman he loved.

“I love you too.” 

Bonus:

Steve watched as Javier walked into the embassy the next day, straight to his desk and dialing the phone. He was still as he waited for whoever it was to pick up then he caught Steve’s eye and turned away from him, as they answered. “Hey, yes I know I just left,” he casts Steve another glance and lowers his voice, Steve had to strain to hear the conversation.

 “Did you remember to take your pain killers?” Javier paused, “And the antibiotics?” he paused again, “Yes I know you can take care of yourself, I just wanted to make sure,” he defends, “Okay, yes, I will grab some on the way home, love you,” he says finally and hangs up the phone, turning to return to his desk across from his partners.

Steve gives him a shit eating grin, leaning back in his chair, he opens his mouth to say something, but Javier stops him with an accusing finger, “Not a fucking word,” word he bites. 

Steve fights to hold back a laugh and puts his hand up in mock surrender, “Okay Peña, but I will say I never took you for the mother hen type,” he smirked.

Javier wouldn’t admit it, and he definitely wouldn’t show it in front of the other guys at work, but Steve knew how much he cared about you. He had to hold back another laugh as he ducked to avoid the folder thrown his way, finally laughing at the disgruntled look Javier sent his way.

Oh yeah, he wasn’t fooling anybody...He was smitten.

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Care

Javier Peña x female reader

| Part 2 | | Part 3 |

Warnings: language, brief drinking/smoking, mentions of death, violence, and drug use, conversations about/implications of sex, reader is high. It’s mutual pining and jealousy, ladies. 

Word Count: 1.5k

Series Summary: You and DEA Agent Javier Peña, friends and work partners, share one night together after a particularly intense assignment, but return to life as normal. Or so you thought, until one night Javier catches a potentially unreliable and dangerous informant leaving your apartment.

a/n: I told myself I wouldn’t do this but here we are. Inspired both by my own idiot mind along with some stuff from @spacedadheadcanons​‘s blog, which is one of my favorites atm and you should follow them immediately. Anyways, I might post a part two if anyone ends up being interested in this one. x 

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Javier sighed, finally letting his shoulders slump as he reached into his pants pocket for the key to his apartment. It was late, later than he’d anticipated getting home, but it had been yet another night that he’d been kept him trapped at the embassy, sitting through meetings and sifting through reports so long that his eyes had started to cross.

He’d turned his key into the lock and pushed the door halfway open when he heard a the click of your own apartment door opening across and a couple spots down the hall. You’d been the lucky one, getting out of the office an hour  once you’d finished your work, and sped off with hardly a goodbye. 

Instinctively curious as to why you’d be heading out of your apartment at that hour, Javier turned his head to peer down the hallway…and froze at what he was seeing.

You were half-dressed and holding your door open as a tall-dark haired man covered in tattoos slipped a large coat over his arms and tossed its wide hood over his head to conceal his features, dulled by alcohol or god knows what else. You leaned in to mutter something in his ear, which he responded to with a curt nod and a creeping grin before shoving his hands into his pockets and heading down the hall, his pace casual but with an obvious air of do not fuck with me. 

Javier hadn’t missed the silver glint of a pistol tucked into his pants before he’d slipped on the coat, and he definitely caught the distinct smell of something that was most certainly not cigarette smoke permeating the air in the hallway as the man passed him, purposely keeping his head slightly ducked down on his way out of the building. Javier’s eyes followed the man until he was completely outside of the apartment, letting the entrance door thud shut behind him.

His head immediately whipped back the opposite direction, toward you. But you had already vanished from sight, knowing what was about to happen.

He was at your door and knocking in seconds.

“Vete, Peña,” your muffled voice called from inside.

He let out a frustrated sigh and tried the doorknob, even though he knew you’d locked up behind you. “y/n, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Javier’s hand slipped as you swung the door open. “Not this time,” you answered with a grimace.

He couldn’t help but blink back at your appearance up close. The white shirt you’d worn to work that day hung loose around your body, fully unbuttoned and revealing a slip of the bra you wore underneath. You’d at least managed to slip on a pair of sleep shorts, and though it was a rare occasion that the full length of your bare legs was on display Javier could have cared less. He was instead focused on the tell-tale redness in your eyes, the way they didn’t entirely focus on him as you looked back at him, the uncharacteristic, weightless air of your posture.

Javier’s throat tightened, hands clenching into fists as his eyes narrowed at you. “Jesus, you’re high.”

“You gonna call the cops on me?” You shrugged.

You were backing up then, as Javi let himself into your apartment and shut the door behind him. “This isn’t funny, y/n. You’re high and, what, you're fucking our informants now?”

You slumped down onto your couch, picking up the half-finished bottle of beer you’d left sitting on the coffee table and let it roll between your fingers.

“You’re going to give me hell for who I’m fucking?” You snorted as you looked back up at Javier, who stood at the end of the couch with his arms crossed. You reached for an unopened bottle from the table, then held it out to him with your free hand. When he didn’t budge, you shrugged and leaned to place it back where you’d found it.

“Not—” Javier sighed in frustration, reaching to ruffle a hand through his hair. “This isn’t the same thing. We still don’t know if he’s entirely trustworthy.”

“You don’t trust him?” you asked. You tipped your head back to rest on the couch as you finished off the remainder of your drink. “I think he’s right about…most everything.” You tossed the empty bottle to the couch cushion next to you, and let and long, heavy breath escape your lips as the room wavered around you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten high, obviously not the smartest move with your current position and the nature of your job, but damn, did it feel just as nice as you’d remembered it. 

Nice except for, of course, the fact that one of your coworkers had let himself in your home and was currently breathing down your neck about your sex life. 

And you couldn’t even begin to understand why; it’s not like Peña was some virgin saint. In fact, just a couple weeks prior, he’d been the one between your sheets. It was a one-time thing, encouraged by a need for emotional release, a distraction, after a particularly bloody raid that had left you both a bit shaken. Neither of you had discussed it, him leaving your apartment later that night and the both of you returning to work as if nothing had happened.

Well, except for the fact that you’d been thinking about him in waves ever since. Not just because the sex was…well, it was Javi, and he knew what he was doing. 

Maybe it was because sleeping with him only heightened your realization that you were almost always thinking about him in general, and had been since the first time you’d finally given in to his offers to go out for drinks with him after work, only a few months ago when you were still fairly new to the office. It had become a recurring habit, sometimes with Steve or others joining you but usually just the two of you. Neither one of you came to fight the drug war with any ties to hold you down, only yourselves and your dedication to your jobs. And as far as commitments go…well, that was about the only one Javier Peña held onto. You weren’t all too different, in that regard.

“‘Most everything' doesn’t cut it. Not now. You know damn well how dangerous he is. He knows where you live.” 

Shit, was he still talking? You rubbed your eyes with the backs of your hands and sat up, resting your arms on your knees as you met his stare. He hadn’t even lit a cigarette yet, so this must have been more serious than you realized. A tense silence passed between you both.

“Fine, Javi. Fine. I’m sorry.” You stood up, the room briefly wobbling around you before you were able to steady yourself and take a step toward him. “I mean, what do you want me to say? It won’t happen again?”

Your question gave Javier pause. What did he want? It was already over with. It was just…hell, not only had you been a complete fool to let the guy into your apartment, but it wasn’t him. And for reasons that Javier couldn’t really figure out, reasons that ate away at him every time he saw you hunched over papers in concentration at your desk or when you laughed at his jokes or, worst of all, when any woman who wasn’t you was wrapped around him in his bed at some ungodly hour of the night, that was what truly got under his skin.

Javier let his hands drop at his sides again, his eyes scanning over your face. You were halfway coming down, at least. You’d feel like shit in the morning, since it was clear you weren’t exactly sober either, but at least you wouldn’t show up stoned out of your mind to work the next day.

“I just…be careful, okay?” his voice a low hum in your ears as he finally answered you. “Don’t get yourself into something that’ll get you killed.” 

“Already did, when I took this job.”

You were fairly certain he was leaned in closer to you when he spoke again. “You know what I mean, y/n.” You felt his hand rest for a moment against your shoulder, before quickly slipping away to tuck into the pocket of his dark jeans.

Despite how annoyed you were with him for interrupting your night, you felt a tightening spread through your chest at his words. You tried to play off the unhinged surprise in your face as you replied. 

“Watch it, Peña. Almost starting to sound like you care about me.”

Javier scoffed and shook his head through a tired smile, and the two of you mumbled goodnights to each other as he turned to leave your apartment. His hand briefly lingered on the doorknob, meeting your eyes a final time before he let the door click shut behind him.

He leaned back against your door, eyes floating up to the ceiling as he resisted the urge to turn back around and tell you everything. Instead, he only muttered the words to himself before returning to his apartment for the night.

“I do care."

| Part 2 |

[the-beskar-alchemist]

It may seem like a desperate attempt to wring-out every last ounce of canon/fanon from the series just so I'll have adequate information to fuel my daydreams/hc ideas.

But I'm really curious about Din's relationship wit the Razor Crest. It might seem silly, but it's congruent with the stereotype that men who love cars tend to place them on pedestals, to the point where it's not only a focal point of grease-monkey sentimentality, but fixated idol worship. Men who love cars tend to want them pristine, fully-functioning, often loud, and "smooth". Oftentimes the men that fit into these categories are either self-proclaimed "ladies men", and/or loners whose heart belongs to their sweet ride (something safe to love without fear of rejection/abandonment).

So where does that leave Din?

For starters I can't help but notice how nonchalant Din is about anyone that boards his ship, regardless if he's present to oversee the visitation or not. In the very beginning the show cements his level of disregard with Karga's comment on his bounties already being unloaded as they spoke, a task that was being performed while Din was sitting in a cantina a good ways away. He doesn't appear bothered at the prospect of strangers on his ship, even for a brief amount of time. In fact the only thing that seems to register on his emotional radar is the next available job. He's more concerned about pulling up the landing gear and returning to space in search of his next quarry, he's not at all anxious/suspicious about Guild-members prowling around the Crest's hull, possibly being nosy about the contents of the ship.

And why wouldn't they be? Din is a Mandalorian after all, they're a source of entertainment (if not simple fascination) for everyone they encounter, with the exception of a select few. It stands to reason that if someone, given the opportunity without possible interruption, had the chance to take a look inside a Mando's ship, they would be snooping around the arsenal, the bunk, his private quarters, just anywhere that catches their fancy. It leaves room for invasion of privacy, as well as possible theft and tampering with this ship. But Din's casualness could mean either one/both of two concepts: A) he's relying on the pre-conceived notions of Mandalorian fierceness/intimidation to ensure someone wouldn't be so bold as to compromise the Crest, or B) he just doesn't care and if something should happen he'll just deal with the problem instead of stressing.

This leads me to wonder about his reactions regarding the ship's role in his everyday encounters AFTER he finds the baby. The very first time he appears upset, or even possibly panicked, that something has happened with the ship is when he returns with the child to find it stripped by Jawas. His reaction isn't even an expression of despair that his ship had been trashed, but rather that the situation left them stranded. Even when he approaches Kuill, nestled in his self-pity at being bested by creatures he holds in low regard, he automatically assumes there's no hope of repairing the ship. His general attitude is very telling of how he views something that is so integral to his job as a bounty-hunter, but more importantly his job as a provider: it's an inanimate object, easily lost, easily replaced (to some extent). This shows that Din either doesn't want to allow himself to become emotionally attached to the ship for fear he will lose it, or that he's lost a ship he valued in the past and learned a hard lesson as a result. He's more concerned about having a means of transportation, without which he would surely fail at his job, and that does not bode well for the future of the tribe.

There's also episode 6, where we finally get to see him interacting with questionable characters with whom, we can only assume, he had a falling out with during their last time together. Din's anxiety with having such morally-corrupt individuals on his ship is mainly due to the fact that the child is safely tucked away in the bunk, and Din's afraid they will find him (which of course they do). There is a moment where he's hovering over the droid Zero, who sits in the cockpit flipping switches, but it's safe to say that his being a helicopter to the robot was strictly because of A) his prejudice against droids, and B) he doesn't trust one around the child. Initially when I watched this scene, I thought maybe Din felt like his ship was being violated by having a droid sitting in the pilot's chair, touching switches and criticizing the Crest's functionality. Having re-watched the episodes, I'm firmly of the belief that Din doesn't really care about the ship at all, at least not enough to build his world around it more than it would take to stock up on basic necessities.

Thoughts?

(Also I'd like to point out that when Din apprehended the blue-finned alien and brought him back to the ship, he seemed indifferent at the prospect of said alien possibly making a mess in the vac-tube)

@the-way-of-the-mandalorian I’m taking a page out of your book for this one lol; @oriyala @foundlings-are-the-future @crushingonmando @rzrcrst @swimmingbyrd @kanouchi @plainrea @spacedadheadcanons @just-add-butter and anyone else I may have forgotten, spare no expense!

[themarcusmoreno]

timing is everything

fandom: Narcos

words: 512

rating: T?

warnings: ANGST, gunshot, language, character death(?)

pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

an: any errors present are my own, i blame no one but me. i would like to thank @spacedadheadcanons for encouraging me. the bolded, italicized text are meant to be inner thoughts basically. my attempts at spanish names of affection are italicized as well. i left this with potential to be more so any feedback is welcome! title is loosely inspired by this song!

tagging: @bonkybaaarnes, @callingmrsbarnes, @buckywiththegoodglare, @drakecaggiula91, @ikeatwins776, @i-am-forever-a-fan, @fvckingavengers

Breathe. You have to breathe. God, when had this simple action become so hard?

The raid had been planned perfectly, every possible scenario covered but even the best laid plans can fall apart and Javier knew that better than anyone. He'd seen good men die, blamed himself for every one of their deaths when it was the result of his one of his raids. Timing is everything and it seemed like his was always off.

Someone was yelling. Who's screaming? Breathe. You have to breathe. When did your chest get so heavy? When did the cold set in?

Javier watched you round the corner, following your lead had always been easy. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he'd follow you anywhere, even if it meant you both didn't come back in the end. The man approaching from his six had gone unnoticed by him but not by you. You quickly pushed Javier out of the way, firing off a couple rounds to incapacitate the man. It works, he falls to the ground but he's quick on the trigger and gets his shots off as well. The timing, Javier curses his timing as he watches you crumple from the shots.

It's cold. We're in Colombia, it shouldn’t be this cold. Rest, I need to rest but someone keeps screaming.

"Get me medic! I need a fucking ambulance!' Javier's tone is urgent but shaky as he leans over you. "Miel, hey. I need you to stay awake. You have to stay awake. You're gonna be fine, cariña." His pleas come out soft, hand pressed to the wound on your side. "Stay awake."

You know his voice. Javi. It's getting colder now.

"Javi.." Your voice brings his attention to your face. You're pale, too pale and he knows it. "Jav... m'tired."

Javier swallows thickly, brushing the hair from your face. "I know. I know but you have to stay awake. Please stay awake." He can feel the way your breaths get more shallow, sees the way your eyes flutter between open and closed. The timing was off and he knows this should be him.

"Don't... Don't you go there." Your voice is weaker now, farther away from the usual warmth he knows. "I had to... to keep you safe... keep you alive." Your eyes flutter again and there's a pause between breaths.

Javier knows what is coming, the inevitable always does. He shifts to cradle your head in his lap, hand stained red with the blood that flows so freely. "I'm sorry, mi vida. I'm so sorry." He watches the slowing rise and fall of your chest, feels you start to let go. "I love you. I will always love."

Warm. It's warmer now, Jav. I love you too.

He feels you give in, sink into the welcoming arms of whatever waits on the other side. He's still cradling you when he hears the ambulance finally come. He doesn't break here, doesn't let his men see him that vulnerable, just curses the timing. Timing is everything and this time it had taken too much.

[commander-writergirl]

Punishment (FO!Poe Dameron)

Rating: E

Word Count: 1574

Tags: @niffleurs​ @propertyofpoeandbucky​ @poeticandors​ @onebatch--twobatch​ @spacedadheadcanons​ @tintinwrites​

A/N: You can all thank @niffleurs​ for this, she encouraged it and here it is. The smuttiest thing I have written in months!

          Poe looked over at you as he finished getting dressed for the day. He followed the trail of bruises and bite marks that littered your skin. He smirked as you went to stretch but found your wrists tied to the bedpost. You slowly sat up, the blanket slipping down to your waist revealing more bruises.

           “Morning kitten.” Poe walked over and kissed you deeply but quickly pulled away catching a glimpse of you chasing his lips. He smirked and stepped away.

           “Did I do something wrong Commander?” He growled lightly as his title slipped past your lips and roughly groped your breasts. You moaned lightly and arched into his hands.

           “You came without my permission last night, therefore you will remain tied up in my bed until tonight and if you behave throughout the day, maybe I’ll untie you tomorrow.”

           You groaned as he walked away pulling the blanket with him, exposing you even more to the cold air.

           Poe sent a kiss your way with a smirk as he walked out and headed off to start his duties for the day.

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           Poe sat in the Command Center as Hux went on about missions and planets that needed a reminder of who was in charge. At the thought of being in charge, the image of you tied to his bed popped into Poe's head. Poe had to adjust himself as he pictured your dripping cunt and how much he wanted to make that his fingers home for a moment or two.

           “Commander!” Poe looked over at Hux and raised an eyebrow at him. “Where is Lieutenant Y/L/N?”

           Tied up in my room you ginger headed— “I sent her on a personal mission, she should be back tomorrow.”

           Hux nodded and clutched his fist behind his back. “Very well, you’re all dismissed.”

           Poe sped out of the room and headed straight for his quarters. He had exactly five minutes before he needed to be in his TIE Fighter. It takes him two minutes to change and one minute to get to the hanger. Poe knew exactly what he was going to do with his extra time.

           You jumped slightly as the door opened, but quickly relaxed when you noticed it was Poe. You bit your lower lip as he stalked towards you. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you to lay down again.

           “What are you— ahh!” Your scream quickly turned to a moan as Poe thrusted his fingers into you at an erratic pace.  He curled and uncurled his fingers as they hit and brushed against your g-spot causing you to scream in pleasure and arch off the bed, but as quickly as his delirious torment started, Poe pulled his fingers out of you.

           You groaned and watched as he cleaned his fingers off, pulling them from his mouth with a ‘pop.’ You continued to watch him as he walked over to his flight suit and began changing. Your eyes quickly focused on the tent in his boxer-briefs. “Please let me take care of you, Commander.”

           Poe pulled his flight suit up his arms and looked at you, your glistening cut on display for him. He smirked and zipped up his suit, “Don’t have time my sweet kitten.”  He walked back over to you and ran his fingers along your thigh, catching some of your wetness. “You might get to tonight as long as you keep behaving.”

           You glared and jerked your legs close and out of his reach, “You’re a bastard.” You tried pulling out of the restraints.

           Poe smirked even more and gripped at your chin, making you look at him. He growled lightly as you tried fighting against his hold. “You’re just my dirty little slut, aren’t you? Trying to provoke me to let you get what you want.”  You opened your mouth, taking his thumb between your lips. You slowly began sucking and ran your tongue along the pad of his thumb. Poe groaned and pulls his thumb away. He was running out of time. “I’ll teach you a lesson when I get back, kitten.” Poe kissed you roughly before walking out and picked up his pace to the hangar before he let his cock making his decisions.

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           Poe walked into his quarters and found you fast asleep, your legs pressed tightly together. He almost didn’t want to wake you just curl up against you his face nuzzled between your breasts, but he needed to let off some steam after his mission. Taking lives was easy, losing good pilots was not.

           Poe stripped down to his boxer-briefs and pushed your legs apart before settling between them. He lazily kissed along the inside of your thighs and watched your face as he started kissing along your fold, his hot breath hitting your core. You slowly began to wake up as Poe licked up from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

           You moaned out his name, prompting him to start eating you out properly. You moaned and bucked your hips, gripping at your restraints. As you felt the familiar coil tighten in your belly, Poe pulled away his lips glistening with your wetness.

           He kissed along your body, nipping at the bruises from the night before and taking his time in making new ones. With each nip, you jerked and whimpered tittering on the border of pain and pleasure. Poe’s favorite place.

           Poe nipped at your earlobe before speaking, “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight, kitten?”

           “I promise Commander,” as the words left your mouth, Poe untied your restraints. Poe watched as you stretched out your arms and rubbed at the red marks on your wrists.

           He stroked your cheek, “You said something about taking care of me earlier, Lieutenant.” You found a bit of pain in his brown eyes, as you pushed him back on to the bed.

           “I did, and I have all night to prove how sorry I am for misbehaving last night,” as you spoke, you slowly pulled his down his boxer-briefs allowing his cock to spring free. You slowly stroked him as you kissed down his chest, nipping and sucking at his skin to create delicious looking hickeys on his tan skin.

           As your lips ghosted over the head of his cock, Poe tangled his fingers in your hair. “Teasing me won’t prove anything kitten.”

           You ran your tongue along his shaft before slowly taking him into your mouth, pausing every few inches to adjust to his size. As you began to bob your head up and down his length, his grip on your hair tightened.

           “Fuck kitten, you’re my pretty little slut, aren’t you?” He pulled your hair causing you to moan and hum against his cock. He moaned and closes his eyes focusing on not bucking into your mouth. He didn’t need you pulling off him so soon, especially with how good your mouth felt around him.

           As you picked up speed, Poe gripped the sheets with his free hand as he felt his balls tighten up. “You going to be a good kitten and take my cum?” He groaned out as you ran your tongue along the head. You locked eyes with him as you hummed against him. He glared at you seeing the mischief in your eyes. “You pull off Kitten, I’ll have to punish you some more.”

           You smirked around his cock, as you pulled off him with a ‘pop.’ “I guess I’ll have to be punished.”

           Poe growled as he sat up and pulled you to lay over his thighs. “Tying up is going to seem like a joy when I’m done with you.” You yelped out as the first smack landed on your ass.

           You bite your lip and worked hard on not jerking away as Poe smacked your ass with a bruising force.

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           The next morning you woke up sore as hell. You slowly got up and made your way to Poe’s sonic-stream. You needed to wash up and get ready for the day. As the water hit the bruises and hickeys from the last few nights, the pain made you wish you had just stayed in bed. But as the warmth spread over your skin, you relaxed and closed your eyes.

           You were brought back to reality by a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. “Did I say you could leave my bed yet Kitten?” Poe spoke as he kissed along your neck, his hands rubbing at your waist.

           You couldn’t help leaning into him, “We have duties to attend to Poe. I don’t think Hux will believe whatever lie you made up for the second day in a row.”

           Poe hummed as he kissed over your shoulder, taking in the bite mark that settled there. “We have a few more hours before anyone will need either of us.” Poe spun you around and held you close to him. Your own teeth leaving a mark near his pulse point. “We’ll get washed up together then I’ll let you return to your quarters to get ready, deal?”

           You bit your lips. You knew it was dangerous but being with him was dangerous anyway. “Deal.” Poe smirked at you and grabbed his body wash, lathering it into a sponge before running it between your breasts and down to your cunt.

           Marker help you, you were never going to make it to your duties for the day, again.

[aerynwrites]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day

Okay bitches here we go 😤

I fucking love each and every one of you guys and you are all so talented and kind and amazing and you are loved and you deserve the entire world okay??? ❤️❤️❤️ I know I’m probably gonna forget people bc i am currently dealing with a flooding basement but I am taking a break to spout my absolute love and appreciation for every one of you!!

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I know I missed people and I’m so sorry but I think I got everyone!! Love you all so much!! 💞❤️🥰

[gr-ogu]

funniest mutual? prettiest mutual? kindest mutual? purest mutual? sassiest mutual? (this was just a little game i thought you could play if you don't want to that's fine love you!)

honestly ALL of my mutuals are the prettiest, loveliest humans on the planet 🥺

but to name a few, @chloedeckr and @spacedadheadcanons are two people who’s posts always crack me up, @smilecapsules @elsabethmoss @underbetelgeuse @howellobrien @superhero-bastards @coveyjeanlara are some of the kindest and most caring people I know, @wheelermikes @mrpascals @amandaseyfried @janemaxine @lucascsinclairs @serendipitousrambles @fatechica @elhoppers are the purest just because I love them sm 😉 and @buckleyrobin @supercomms @finnwolfhards @wolfhardfinn @dustinhendrsn @milevenhearteyes are my sassy bitches whomst I adore 💖

*me trying to name all of my mutuals* lmao. Love you! 🥰

[love-of-fandoms]

Full System Maintenance (Ezra + OC)

One Shot for Ezra from Prospect (2018)

I was talking to @spacedadheadcanons and they’re a lil sore today, so I had this idea and banged it out

Words: 911

Warnings: References to sexual content

“Dove?” you heard Ezra’s voice call as he returned, hearing the door click closed behind him.

“In here,” you called, refusing to move from where you’d been lounging for the past half hour. You heard his distinctive footsteps approaching, and out of the corner of your eye saw his boots freeze facing you.

“May I inquire as to why you’re on the floor, my dove?” his drawl washed over you like a warm bath-except it provided none of the physical relief that a bath would.

“You may,” you groaned, not even lifting your head to face him, instead just shifting your arms slightly so your chin rested on your arms. You said nothing further, eyes slipping closed, and Ezra cleared his throat.

“So why are you lounging on the floor not 3 feet from our immensely soft bed?” he asked, and you grumbled out a response. “What was that, dove? Your melodious voice wasn’t quite loud enough, there,” he prodded, and you let out a loud groan as you threw your head back.

“I worked out too hard and now my legs hurt too much to move!” you blurted, and there was a tense moment of silence before Ezra’s laughter filled the space. While his laughter was a beautiful thing to hear most of the time, this time it did nothing but grate against your ears. “Don’t laugh at me!” you mumbled, plopping your head back down on your arms.

“Apologies, my dove, let me offer my assistance,” his voice was still filled with mirth, and were you in less pain you would be tempted to swat at him. You extended a hand up towards Ezra, expecting him to just offer you a hand up, but you let out a yelp of surprise when you felt his hands on your shoulders, flipping you over as he kneeled next to you. 

“Ez, what are you-” you began to ask, but cut yourself off with a loud gasp when one of his arms went under your knees and the other under your torso. He hoisted you up off the ground in a surprising display of strength before dumping you on the bed, rolling you back onto your belly as he did. “I thought-”

“Shh,” he cut you off, one leg swinging over to straddle your back. “Let me help ease some of your discomfort,” you sighed in delight as his hands gently skimmed over the exposed skin of your back. You had been wearing a sports bra and yoga pants, so his hands had easy access to your bare skin. His hands tangled in your hair, and you let out a tired moan as he tugged gently at your ponytail, releasing your hair to tumble over your shoulder. He swept it all to one side, and began massaging the nape of your neck, thumbs almost immediately finding a knot and beginning to work at it.

“Ez, I said my legs hu-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan when his hands shifted down to your shoulder blades, and you could feel your shoulders immediately loose a solid 90% of the tension that you weren’t even aware was plaguing them.

“I know, however it would be advantageous to do a full system maintenance, so to say,” you could practically feel the smirk on his face, but you could do nothing more than grunt in annoyance.

He continued working your back, eventually shifting down so he was straddling your thighs instead of your back. His hands glided down the small of your back, applying pressure wherever he felt a buildup of tension, and he was not so secretly reveling in the sounds you were making while he gave you quite possibly the most heavenly massage of your life.

His hands drifted lower, palming your ass, and you snorted.

“Aren’t you supposed to be giving me a massage?” you accused. “Leave my ass out of this!” and then he began to knead into your lower cheeks, and another sinful moan escaped your mouth.

“Full system maintenance,” he repeated, each syllable emphasized with another press against your ass. Eventually his hands went to your thighs, which were the main reason you were in this situation, and you no longer bothered trying to stifle your moans.

“Hey-mmph,” you cut yourself off when his thumbs kneaded a particular tense spot. “Ezra,” you called, hearing a hum in response from him, which was rare in and of itself, your partner always had something to say. “Is that a wrench in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

“Pfft,” his hands stopped momentarily as his body was racked with laughter, and Ezra leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder blades. You giggled along with him, both of you laughing together like maniacs until eventually you were both able to breathe again. Ezra laid a soft kiss on your shoulder before straightening up again and continuing to work the knots out of your legs. “I must admit I admire your crudeness sometimes,” he chuckled, finally reaching your ankles. “Are you feeling less tense, dove?” he questioned, and you hummed, feeling completely boneless at this point.

“Thanks, Ez,” you murmured, and he crawled up your body and over to your side, throwing an arm over your waist and pulling you up against his body. Neither of you acknowledged the fact that it was only seven PM, and instead you just fell asleep curled up against each other.

[themarcusmoreno]

cosmos

an: any errors present, grammatical or otherwise are my own! i wrote this little drabble bc i saw this by @spacedadheadcanons and couldn’t resist. i apparently just have a real soft spot for one (of two) space daddies. feedback is welcome!

tagging: @bonkybaaarnes, @callingmrsbarnes, @buckywiththegoodglare, @i-am-forever-a-fan, @drakecaggiula91, @fvckingavengers, @ikeatwins776, @rzrcrst

Everything that brought you back home, back to Earth, had been struggle. Watching Ezra fight off the infection from his wounds, the ache that settled deep in his shoulder as he learned to manage without his arm had be more trying than the stab wound yet you had both managed. When you two eventually found a place to settle along the Mexico border, things came easier. People were kinder and the land was beautiful, the small farm was everything Ezra had wanted before going to the Green. His own little heaven is what he called it and you were his angel with just the right mix of hell. It was on one of those warm, early summer days that you found yourself settled against Ezra’s chest as the two of you lay in a small meadow of sulfur cosmos. Eyes closed as you listened to the steady beating of Ezra’s heart and the soft singing of birds in the nearby trees.

“What’re you thinking about, sweet girl? You’ve got that smile that tells me it’s somethin’ rather nice.” Ezra asks, fingers running through your hair gently as he watches you rest.

You let your eyes open slowly, humming a little as you turn to look at him. “Just thinking about everything. The Green, you and how hard we fought to get back here. To get home.” You give him a soft smile, rolling on your side enough to fully face him. “What about you? What’s got your gears going, Ez?”

Ezra smiles, wide and happy at the nickname and leans over to pick one of the bright flowers over your shoulder. “Just thinkin’ of you. Thinkin’ about how an old miner like me ended up with someone as kind, beautiful and strong as you.” He smiles again, twirling the flower between his fingers. “You’re a lot like this cosmos. These little beauties are resilient, grow in about the most unkind conditions yet come back stronger every time. Just like you. You survived the Green long before I came along and that place is about as unkind as it gets. Yet you flourished, you grew bright and beautiful in all that bitter green. Strong as this little yellow darling. Now I will say your beauty is far more enchanting than what this flower offers and your smell much sweeter. Their strength you do have though, my love.” He gently tucks the flower behind your ear, letting his hand rest on your cheek as he looks at you. “My own little cosmos. My whole world right here in the palm of my hand.”

You lean into his touch, eyes glistening with tears as you listen to him. “Guess we each find a bit of ourselves in the beauty around us.” You lean into him, your lips meeting his gently as he holds you close to his chest.

“I found my beauty up amongst the stars and was lucky enough to bring it home with me.” Ezra captures your lips again, deeper this time. It last until you both break to breath, foreheads pressed together. “I love you, little flower.”

“And I love you, Ezra.” You smile again, brushing you lips over his before you both settle back into your previous positions. Lulled by the sounds of nature, warmed by the sun and lost in your own little meadow of cosmos. You and Ezra were home.

(this is yellow sulfur cosmos)

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Careful not to make a sound, he stepped closer and pulled the duvet up around her shoulders, making sure it covered her with no gaps on any side where the chilly night air could intrude. 

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My Friend the Trafficker

Synopsis: Y/N is a DEA agent that was put undercover in Cali’s operation. But the operation soon becomes harder when a friendship with Pacho Herrera finds a way to be more then just a case. 

Rating: R 

Warning: guns, smut, cursing, normal violence for Narcos

Relationships: Reader x Pacho Herrera (platonic), Reader x Javier Pena (later on)

Word Count: 2821

Tags: @spacedadheadcanons​ @onebatch--twobatch​

A/N: guys I have over 10k word written for this so it’s going to be broken down into parts, I’m not sure how many yet but if you want to be tagged in future parts just send me a message. Also big thanks to Ari for reading and rereading over this story for the last few weeks. 

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      Getting Pacho Herrera to notice you was hard. Getting him to like you, that was a whole other level. But you did it, something the DEA hadn’t even hoped for when they sent you down. Your story was believable, a young woman working on a novel about Colombia and the beauty of it all. But you could make anyone believe you. Even a Trafficker, guess getting Pacho to believe you became easier over the years.

           6 years, 3 months, 23 weeks, and 14 days is how long you have been keeping an eye on the Cali Cartel for. Of course, as their business grew, your bosses expect more information. But to keep your cover, the best you could do was keep them informed of kitchens they had running and the number of pounds that were being shipped out and up to the US, even the numbers coming from New York. It became easier as Pacho started seeing you like his own family. His wing-man, his drinking buddy, a woman who had no interest in him and did not share his taste in men. But most importantly, you had no desire to do coke or sleep with people in the industry. You spent days writing stories, deciding short pieces of fiction worked better and writing up reports for the DEA when you were alone. 

           Pacho made telling your bosses the whole truth harder as you gained more access into his private life, meeting his brother, staying around his houses. He even trusted you around the other Cali Godfathers. What made Pacho never question you was the fact you crossed your arms and glared at him until he told you the truth when he was trying to bullshit you, but the cherry on top was after you first met David Rodriguez. 

David tried to get you to pay attention to him, but he felt more like a gnat in your ear, and when he grabbed your ass? Pacho was about ready to punch him if you hadn’t done it first. Pacho didn’t like David, at least not to the point to care about his health. So, he quickly pulled you away, explaining that it was just the liquor and you meant nothing by it. Which was a lie, you were from a mixed background of Hispanic and Eastern European, most alcohols reminded you of water. That was about a year into the undercover work, from that point on Pacho kept almost nothing from you. But part of you always wished he had.

It made what would come to pass that much harder. 

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1989

           I leaned against my motorcycle, watching as Pacho fixed his up. He was always dedicated to three things: his family, his business, and his bikes. My bike had been a gift for my birthday from him this past year. Something about me needing to keep up in something other than the shit car I drove. 

           “You could always just pay someone to fix it, Pacho.” 

           He smirked over at me, “I’ll pay someone to fix my motorcycle when you pay for a man to satisfy your needs.” He ducked out of the way as I threw a wrench at him.

           “You know for a Narco, you are a pain in the ass.” I leaned back and sipped at my beer. “Besides, last time I let a guy hit it, turned out to be a grade-A asshole.” I picked at the label as the image of Javier past through my mind. I loved him and he just needed someone to fuck. Thankful he always seemed to have some new informant to fuck. I shook my head and finished off my bottle.

           “Men are really motherfuckers, aren’t they?” I looked at Pacho to see him with a straight face, his dark eyes holding an ounce of concern. After a few years, he caught on to things that I did when I taught of Javi, like picking at napkins and beer labels. “Tell me about him.”

           I shook my head, “Short and sweet version, I was ready to commit, and he wasn’t.” I looked down at my toes. A spa day Pacho had arranged since being around David Rodriguez pissed me off to no end and he had been in town during Cali’s meeting the other day.  

I felt him before I saw him. Pacho leaned his hands against the bike and looked at me. If anyone outside saw, they would think we were two lovers having a moment. But I knew better, Pacho liked to remind me that feeling of lose was normal and that it would never go away unless I chased it away. Or shot it dead in the road.  

“We’re going for a ride,” Pacho grabbed my helmet as he stepped away walking over to his bike. I didn’t really get a choice in the matter, so I pulled on my boots and walked over to him. I took my helmet from his hand and pulled it on. I watched as he climbed on before climbing on behind him. I glared at the back of his head; the idiot never wore a helmet. As he revved the engine, I gripped onto his jacket. I closed my eyes and held on tight as he took off down the streets of Cali.

 Now I know what you’re all thinking. I’m a DEA agent, why am I being chummy with narco?  He made it easy to forget and I had come to the conclusion that with Escobar, I was a distant memory. The bosses wouldn’t care about Cali, who wants the second biggest fish when you still haven’t caught the first.  

To also say, to be completely honest. Pacho Herrera was a survivor of circumstances. A gay man whose parental figures had turned on him and he had to work for what he wanted in life. Yeah, I believed in that little gray space people liked to overlook and act like it didn’t exist, but I didn’t. I knew what that gray place felt like, I even knew how to play that line. I even knew that the American government walked that little gray line, though it was better to ignore the ugliness then show it to the world. 

 I watched Cali go by as the bike sped up. He had no destination; it was just a drive around to clear our heads. My mind didn’t drift to Javi or the other men I’d tried out in my life. I just enjoyed the moment with Pacho and forgot that he was a Trafficker and that I was an undercover DEA agent. We were just Y/N and Pacho, two friends driving through the city.  There were days, that this is all I wanted. That this was all I needed.

 1995

           Such fucking idiots my bosses. Anyone trained well enough could tell the kid had a camera strapped to his chest. They sent the team down a few months ago and I knew they didn’t have a clue I was here. Hell, my bosses have changed so much in the last two years, I doubt they remember I’m down here. Then again monthly reports help as a good reminder. I downed my shot and closed my eyes as the burn ran down my throat. When I felt someone squeeze my waist, I was ready to deck them. But I quickly relaxed when I was met with a very familiar smug look of one Pacho Herrera. 

           “You okay there Y/N?” 

           “I only come to these things cause you ask so nicely,” I said shoving him lightly. He chuckled and gently kissed my head. “I hate doing events with the others.”

           “We won’t be here long. I just have to stay for Gilberto’s speech and some things after.” I groaned lightly and pushed away the new shot. 

           “After you get back from the speech, I will be leaving your sorry ass.” He laughed and I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face. He was an ass, but he was the closest thing I had to a brother. As all the important guests were called back, I stayed at the bar. Listening as Jorge pulled the poor kid aside. The only relief this night gave me was it was Jorge that was talking with him. Of all the people working for the Cali Cartel, Jorge was doing it for the work. I wish I could warn him of a shitstorm coming Cali’s way. 

           I looked at my watch and sighed. Took an hour for the kid to get made and it would probably be another before a subtle warning was sent to the DEA team. Though why Pacho didn’t tell his suspicion of me years ago was beyond me. 

 1991

           “Are you DEA?” Pacho asked, making me look up from the nice dinner he had set up. It had become a tradition. Once a month everyone else was sent away and Pacho ordered my favorite meal from my favorite place and we acted like true family, he sometimes even invited his little brother, Alvaro. It was the small joys money brought that made life good.

           But this question was new. I raised my eyebrow at him, “You really think I would let you know anything personal about myself if I was DEA?”  I took a bite of my food without looking away from him. 

           “Y/N, you and I are close. You would never do anything to betray my trust now, would you?” I blinked at him. Part of me wondered if he was doing this to cut me off and send me home or if he was worried about something else. Being around him, I learned to read his face more easily. 

           “What brought this line of question on, Pacho?” I set my napkin on the table and looked at him. “Just yesterday you were trying to set me up with a random woman and now you are questioning if I’m DEA?” 

           He sipped his drink before sitting back. “David thinks the reason you won’t sleep with him is cause you’re DEA. Or at least an informant.” At that, I had to laugh. 

           “David has an ego the size of Mexico,” I shook my head and sipped my drink. “I won’t sleep with him cause I’m not into little boys who don’t know how to use their equipment.” Javier sure knew how to use his equipment. “I already had a man; you know how that turned out.” He looked at his food before looking at me again, setting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together.  “Besides aren’t many informants prostitutes?” I had heard about a CI… I knew Javier was stupid, I just never thought the girls he picked were that desperate. 

Pacho watched me for another moment before a smile broke over his face. “Good to know David is just paranoid and pissed that you keep rejecting him,” I smirked, letting the tension leave my shoulders slowly.

“Some men can’t handle the word no.” 

 1995

           David still thought I was DEA and he was right. I’m sure Pacho never heard the end of it though when I still kept showing up everywhere. As all the men joined the party once again, I pulled my jacket back on and walked over to Pacho. He had a slightly annoyed look on his face but it seemed to soften when I came into view.

           “I’m heading out. I’ll see you back at the house.” I said. He simply nodded and kissed my cheek before allowing me to continue on to my bike. As I walked to my bike, the cell phone I had started going off. The number was unknown so I ignored it. I climbed on to my bike and pulled my helmet on. I caught sight of the young man the DEA had sent before I quickly sped off down the road. 

             The roads in Cali always seemed more beautiful under the night sky, peaceful. Unaware of the shit that goes on around it each and every day. Though I’ve seen the cops, I knew they didn’t give two fucks about the cartels as long as they kept getting paid to keep eyes on everyone. I could barely make out the stars behind the visor on my helmet but the city lights always made it even more impossible. But nothing beat the engine between my thighs and the wind against my skin. 

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           The next morning, I woke to a bag packed at the end of my bed and a fresh outfit all picked out. Shit hit the fan last night and now Gilberto was sending Pacho out for a while, while he worked on getting the smell to go away. This was the routine. I remember I woke up with a fake passport and a ticket to Miami a few years back. It was the first time Pacho let me see a dark part of him. Even if I knew it was always there.

 1991

           I sat in the corner of the room, filing away at my nails as Pacho and Navegante spoke quietly to each other. I knew the Lion was supposed to be coming by, the fake act of a truce if he helped Cali. I had already figured they were talking about the best way to kill him. 

           I had no love for the Lion or any of Escobar’s men, besides a dead trafficker was still gold to the DEA. “You could always just strangle him.” Both men turned to me. Pacho wasn’t surprised by my offer of ideas but Navegante was. He didn’t know me and to be honest, he seemed like the snake that would find a new nest if the old one started burning. “Lay a tarp on the ground and turn the water faucet up all the way to block out any struggle you might have.” 

           Pacho looked at Navegante, who just slightly glared at me. Not my problem if I could do his job better, not that I ever would want his job. I’m not a very good snake. “That would be fine.” Pacho clapped him on the back before looking at me.

           “Go pack up Y/N, we’ll be heading back once everything is finished here.” He smiled at me as I stood and head for the guest room. 

 Present

           Pacho had once told me that acting like a spoiled brat, kept all the other men calm and that my smartass mouth would be better off just for him to deal with. I never questioned it because honestly, I would have already given Gilberto and Miguel a piece of my mind in at least three different languages. And Pacho had already stepped in front of guns for me before. 

           I dropped my bag at the front door and walked to the living room as Pacho hung up his phone. “So, where are we heading to this time?”

           “Mexico, Gilberto wants me to make sure everything is still running smoothly up there.”  I raised my eyebrow at him.

           “And?” He looked at me and rolled his eyes. His bullshit didn’t work that well when it came to me. 

           “And to keep my distances until everything with the Salazar family settles down.” I nodded my head and walked back to the door pulling my hair up into a ponytail.  I could hear his footsteps behind me and knew it was going to be a long few days. 

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           The plane rides were always nice and I had all the time I wanted to read. Pacho had decided to bring his little brother along so they were keeping each other busy and keeping each other company. In moments like this, it felt like family, but then I would remember the badge I have buried amongst my shit and the gun always close at hand and reality would settle back in. 

           I put my book away and closed the window blind before curling up in the seat. I didn’t want to remember who I was or where this plane was going and why it was going there. I just wanted to believe for one more moment that everything was normal. That I was a family friend and nothing more. 

           I looked up at Pacho as he brought a blanket over to me and wrapped me up before kissing my head. “Stop with the stupid big brother routine already. Everyone will think you’ve gone soft.” I said as he took his seat again, a laugh ringing throughout the cabin. 

           “Only for you and my little brother, Y/N.” He said smiling at Alvaro, who was listening to his CD player and not pay either of us any attention. He always enjoyed the random trips Pacho would bring him on and this of course was no different. 

What a fool I was to think it would go like every other trip. But even DEA agents can’t see the future. 

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FLY AWAY WITH YOU | an ezra x reader fic series - part 1 of 6

rating: m for eventual smut; but none in this chapter

summary: Waking up with no memory after a head injury, you find yourself in the presence of your rescuer- a handsome stranger named Ezra. 

a/n: all the parts are written except the final part, i’ll probably post them every few days or so!!! this is my first time writing ezra!! feedback is much appreciated! and thank you so so so much to @pascalispedro for everythingggg i couldn’t do this w/o you. 

FLY AWAY WITH YOU

Ringing. There’s a loud ringing in your ears. Your vision is blurry and that ringing won’t stop. You can’t hear anything else, and you’re not sure what you’re seeing. The color brown and green seems to blur together. What happened? Did you hit your head?

Reaching up to touch your temple, you feel wet. Your hair is has been matted down with something sticky. Pulling your hand away, you look at it. Not that it does any good because your vision is still blurred. But there’s enough red on your fingertips to know it’s blood.

Suddenly you smell it, your blood. And dirt. And earth.

Something else is mixed in, maybe smoke? Something in the air is foul.

The air.

You panic. Where’s your helmet? How long have you been breathing in this air? It’s the air you smell that’s foul. What if it’s toxic? Frantically you try to get up, but you can barely get your legs under you. You’re still too dizzy.

When your vision finally clears, you see your helmet on the ground next to you. There’s a large crack leading to a hole. Shards are everywhere. Some have blood on them, and you assume this is where your head injury is from. But upon further inspection, you see blood on the rock nearest you.

What happened?

It’s still foggy, but you try and retrace your steps from the day.

You had been with your cousin, whose whereabouts now you have no idea. It wasn’t even your choice to come along. But he claimed that your hands were the steadiest, and you’d be best for the harvesting. You had no idea what he was even talking about. You only agreed because your home world is the last place you want to be right now. And hey, he said he’d pay you so why not?

The ship ride over was a nightmare. It was smooth sailing quite frankly, but you’ve never been a fan of space travel. You like it on the ground. Though at the present moment the ground is covered in your blood, what a day it’s been. And you can barely remember it.

You do remember harvesting a couple of those things, you can’t even think to remember what your cousin called them. It wasn’t easy but it wasn’t hard either. You did just fine.

You also remember some arguing? Something was happening? There were these other people?

It’s starting to come back to you, but this air is getting to you. How long have you been walking? Are you even going in the right direction? You feel dizzy again and things are starting to spiral.

Then everything goes black.

A voice this time brings you out of your stupor. You can’t make out what they’re saying, but you can make out it’s a male voice. It’s not your cousin, this voice has a thick accent.

You blink several times to clear your vision again, and you take in your surroundings and this stranger.

First you notice you’re inside laying on a cot of some sort. Everything in the room is an olive green. An ugly yellow light shines overhead. It’s very dim. The space is small, it seems to be a large tent. There’s medical supplies and strange photographs on the wall. Where is this?

The man is sitting near you in a metal folding chair. He’s got no choice but to sit close to you, there’s not any room in this area.

He’s in a suit not unlike your own. His face is kind. His voice is deep, but nonthreatening. Light scruff dusts his cheeks and jaw, and his eyes are pleasant. There’s a small blond streak in his brown hair. And a haggard scar on his cheek. His kind eyes and kind smile almost seem out of place next to that scar.

He’s still talking, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. He’s gesturing with his hand. Just one. It’s only then you realize he’s missing his right arm. You feel dizzy again. What if this man is dangerous? Or did he just lose that arm in some accident?

You reach up to touch your temple again, and you feel cloth. A bandage has been wrapped around your head. And you notice, other than a slight headache, you’re not in any pain.

“Where am I?” you wonder aloud. Your throat is so dry your voice croaks.

“At last, the lady is with us!” the man speaks and this time you understand him. His voice sounds nice. That accent is so strong. “Alas, I must admit, I myself do not know where this is. But I was out and about on my harvest when I saw you lyin’ unconscious on the ground. You were gaspin’ for air. So I took it upon myself to bring you to shelter and here we are.” he gestures with his arm while he looks around the room. That ugly yellow light shines on his face, and suddenly the light is not so ugly on his tan skin.

“Thank you,” you tell him sitting up a little. You’re still feeling dizzy, but you feel safe. “What happened?” you think aloud again. And where is your cousin?

“I heard what sounded like gunfire off in the distance,” he explains, “that’s how I came to find you.”

“I was with my cousin, did you see anyone?”

“I am afraid I only saw some bodies, miss. You were the only one I saw alive.”

Your cousin, and whoever attacked you must have been near where you first woke up. But in your daze you started walking and missed the bodies entirely.

You were warned this was dangerous work. Sniffling, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. Grief and shock is setting in. Your cousin is gone, and your harvest.

“I’m stuck here,” you whisper.

“Nonsense,” the man smiles, it’s a warm smile. He seems so kind. You want to trust him. You may have no other choice. “I could not in good conscience leave you behind. You have suffered a mighty fine wound to your noggin, and your poor lungs have breathed in this nasty shit air we got around here.”

He is talking so fast that you can barely keep up.

“Now, I’m sure you’re a-wonderin’ if you can trust me. And right now little birdie, I’m all you’ve got.”

In any other situation, if a stranger called you a pet name, you might recoil. But he says things so casually, you don’t feel any malice or perversion behind it.

“You can help me harvest, and I can get you outta here. There is my offer plain and simple. You can surely decline, but if your cousin is gone, my condolences. And you have no way to get home.”

Home. You don’t want to go home. You don’t want to stay here, but you don’t want to go home.

“What’s that?” he leans forward, his eyes squinting. He’s trying to hear, you didn’t realize you’ve just said that out loud. “Where are you from?”

“Zulara,” you mumble.

He winces, clenching his teeth, “I do not blame you one bit for not wantin’ to head on back to that planet. I am currently residin’ on Anvarvis V, and I’d be glad to take you along with me.”

You sit for a moment weighing your options. You’ve heard good things about Anvarvis V. or was it IV?

“We’ll split the harvest 50/50?” you ask.

He nods.

“Ok. It’s a deal,” you nod and stick out your hand.

“Alright,” he grins. “I’m Ezra, what can I call you?”

xx

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