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shy girl | shane walsh ✿

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summary: you’ve had the biggest crush on shane since you’ve met him, and somehow he finds out a man has never make you come before, and he decides to change that.

paring: crush!shane walsh x shy!inexperienced!reader

wc: 4.2k (mind u this was only supposed be 1-2k..)

warnings: age gap, pet names, biting, boob sucking, un-protected sex, fingering, piv, oral (fem), dirty talk, hair pulling, sweating (kinda), reader is highkey a down-bad goonette, talks about sex, pet names (sweetheart, baby, mama), staying quiet reader is in her early to mid 20s and shane is 39

a/n : i made this purely because 1. no one ever write for shane even tho he’s SOOOOOO incredibly fine 2. He’s just so so crazy and hot and 3. i think that gif is the sexiest thing i have ever seen! (all reasons = jon bernthal being fine) anyways enjoy i hope you’re wet by the end of this, that’s my ultimate goal! bye - aydella (p.s im sorry this took so long and i got lazy with the end of the smut part but i do wanna make this a series thing…smirks)

this was cross posted on ao3 @/freddiebensonsgf

SMUT UNDER THE CUT !!

You first met him when he rescued you during your hike to Atlanta, it wasn’t far from where you stayed originally and you figured there’d be more survivors in the city, you were right, but you almost became the monster that tried to eat you. There were walkers swarming you, you didn’t have much protection, and hell, you even didn’t know how to use a gun, but then like a knight in shining armor, Shane killed the walkers, and brought you back to the camp.

You didn’t mean to be so flustered by him in such a dire situation, but that was the sexiest thing that a man has ever done—as far as you’re concerned. It’s the way he swooped in out of nowhere, how his big strong hand held on into his shotgun, the look of concentration in his eyes as he lined up his gun with the walker, biting his lip, his big veiny arms flexing as he pulled the trigger, and grabbing your hand to get you in a car to bring you to safety. You know it’s insane to be so occupied by ogling a man when you were so close to death, but how could you help it? Look at the man, you were immediately swoon.

You haven’t actually said much to Shane after 2 months of knowing him. Of course you’ve had interactions and small talk, but you could hardly look him in the face, especially after you lay back on your cot, shove your hands down your panties and imagine all the stuff you want him to do to you the night before. There was one time you were carrying buckets of water from the lake, and they were bit heavy, you didn’t say a word or complain but there was Shane, “Oh don’t worry ‘bout that sweetheart, i got it” he said, as he reached down to grab the heavy buckets out of your hand, his hand grazed yours, and you could swear your were dripping. “And I like that hairstyle on you, it looks nice down,” he added.

You were genuinely losing your marbles. You left out a quiet “Thanks” and he nodded, smiled, then walked away. Carrying those buckets in his hands with complete ease. The nickname, his hand touching yours, him complimenting your hair, if you told you to suck his cock right then and there with everyone watching, you’d do it. You were going insane, you had this school girl crush as if you were a teenager, obsessing over an older man who would want nothing to do with a shy, inexperienced girl like you. Hopeless.

Times when you saw him reach above his head and stretch, and the hem of his shirt went up with, you caught the tiniest glimpse of his happy trail that traced up his stomach, oh how want to see where it led to. He drove you crazy, and he was just being himself. Get a grip.

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It’s late at night, and the memories of your life in the past and the way things were, keep you awake. If you couldn’t fall asleep last year, you would’ve turned on the tv and passed out as the random show played in the background, but obviously you couldn’t do that anymore, so you went outside and walked to the center of the camp and saw that the campfire was still burning. You went over there to see if anyone was awake, there was someone, and it was Shane.

You’d usually walk away in fear of embarrassing yourself, or of saying something stupid but Shane probably sees you and it's rude to just…leave, without at least saying hi. His eyes darted to you as you approached closer to where he was. “Hey, you. What’re you doing up so late?” he asked, eyes following you as you took a seat across from him, “Oh- I just, couldn’t fall asleep, i guess..” you muttered, trying to avoid eye contact as much possible, lifting your hand up to scratch the back neck, something you usually do when you’re nervous

He shifted in his chair and tilted his head a bit, “Then what’s got your pretty little mind racing?” he questioned, his fingers fiddling with his other ones, what you said must have piqued his curiosity. It seemed like he was eyeing you down with a gaze you couldn’t pinpoint, but he’s probably just tired. But that look has got you wiggling around in your seat, a blush creeping up your neck and to your now flaming hot ears, “Nothing I, I was thinking about when I was in college.” you stammered out, you were internally beating yourself up for acting a hot mess when all the man did was ask you a simple question.

“Oh, I see,” he nods, leaning back into his chair, getting himself more comfortable. "Did you have a boyfriend before the outbreak?” he asks in a lower voice, you can feel your heart speeding up in your chest, darting your eyes to the warm flames that sit in front of you, you’re—embarrassingly—very turned on but the way he’s speaking and looking at you right now. You feel so incredibly seduced.

You're a bit taken back at the thought of your awful and probably dead ex-boyfriend and Shane asking you questions about your former love life. You start thinking to yourself “Why would he want to know? Would he- No, he’s just making small talk…Relax.” You let out a shaky laugh at his question, the blush on your neck creeping up on your cheeks now, “Well, I had one but he wasn’t any good-“ he cuts you off and lets out a low chuckle “In bed?”. You almost choke on your spit. This can not be happening. First the world ends and now this. Your breath hitched at his very suggestive question, your panties getting wet while you’re having a now lewd conversation with the man you've been intensely crushing on.

Hands rubbing together as you look down into your lap, you finally get a good look at him when your eyes shoot up to make eye contact. A faint smirk ghosts over his face as he watches you get all bashful and nervous because of him, you look up at him through your lashes for a little longer, hoping that maybe he’d figured out the answer without you having to say it out loud. He shook his head, quietly chuckling as he tipshis down, “So, I’m gonna assume I'm right” he looked back up at you, your teeth dragging your bottom lip in between them as you slowly nodded your head. Eyes looking everywhere except his face, shuffling around restlessly in your seat as your skin got hotter.

Your head shot up as you hear the grass under his feet as he’s slowly walking towards you, with a seductive look of lust drawn

across his face. Your eye’s never leave his as he takes a seat right beside you. They dart back down to the spot they've been staring at for the majority of the conversation. You feel his presence slowly leaning in to whisper in your ear that was scorching because of him.“Did he ever make you cum?”. A quiet gasp falls out of your lips as you jolt from hearing the lewd question roll off of his tongue. “Don’t be shy…look at me,” he teases, reaching his hand out, grabbing your chin with his thick fingers. Goosebumps dancing across skin, your panties are soaked.

Your head shakes no, as gaze into his dark eyes, “I’ve only used my fingers to…you know” you mumble, your heart is practically pounding out of your chest. His fingers move from your chin to move the hair off of your, stroking the back of your neck. The corner lips quirk up “Let's go to my tent, so we change that, yeah?“ he suggests, slightly squinting his eyes as he says the last word, you slowly nodded your head at his offer, your face growing even hotter at the thought of him rocking into you, moaning into your ear.

Your breathing speeds up after he takes your hand in his. You stand up onto your wobbly legs, they’re basically jello from how nervous you are. You follow behind him as he leads you to his tent, making sure you’re both quiet, so no one could hear or see what you two were about to get into. Once you got there, he let go of your hand to bend down and zip open the entrance. He raises back up to slide his warm hand down to the small of you back, guiding you into his tent. You ease yourself down onto his cot as he zips the entrance back up. You rub your shaky hand down your thighs to calm yourself down, you’ve always wanted to do this with him but you didn’t expect it to actually happen. You were beyond nervous.

“Remember. we gotta stay quiet…we don’t wanna wake anyone up.” he coos, dropping down onto his knees, his gaze lingering on your face, his lips parting as he slides his hands up your warm, soft thighs. Fingers sliding across your panties and up your waist to lift up your nightgown and reveal the body that was hiding underneath it. ”Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says under his breath. He drags your hips towards him, peppering soft kisses across your stomach, you bite your lip trying not to make any noises. Stomach tensing up as you feel the heat seeping into you. You almost fail as you feel his wet tongue glide across your skin, your breath hitches, and you clamp your hand onto your mouth.

Shane’s eye looks up at you as traces a line up your stomach. The feeling of his lips smirking into your belly drives you crazy. Leaving a trail up your chest. “Raise your arms up, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, you nod your head, listening to him and sit up to reach your arms up so he can pull your bunched up nightgown over your head, tossing it on the floor. He sits up so his eyes can scan the beautiful body that’s sitting before him, his gaze is heavy with lust and desire. Feels like the same look you’ve been secretly giving him all this time. Your hands subconsciously start to cover up the parts of your exposed body, feel a bit self conscious now that you’ve finally got the attention from him you’ve longed for.

Before you could fully cover yourself, you feltShane’s big hand grabbing your forearm, “Hey, don’t do that,” he soothed, stroking your arm with his thumb. He must know how nervous you are. He scoots himself closer, so he’s more snug in between your thighs, and whispers into your ear, “You're beautiful, let me take care of you, yea?”. That calms you down some, but your heart is still beating out of your chest. A soft yeah slips out of your lips as he smiles up at you. He gently grabs your neck and pulls you into a slow, warm and passionate kiss.

Rolling his lips against yours, eyes fluttering close as you melt into him, your fingers sliding up into his soft brunette locks, tugging on them softly, the pressure pulls a groan out of him, the sweet sound falling into your mouth from the slight pressure. His other hand tracing the outline of your jaw, grabbing to pull you even closer, head spinning from the feeling of his teeth pulling on your wet bottom lip. Your lips part for his to slip inside, his skilled tongue swirling around yours.

Your hips involuntarily start rocking your swollen clit against his knee that's slotted in between your legs. The kiss getting sloppy and messier, his touch sending an overwhelming wave of arousal down to your core, teeth clashing together, moving at a feverish pace, hands grasping onto his shoulder, trying to keep up with his speed. He pulls aways to lay you down onto his pillow, he climbs on top of you and his strong, warm body hovering over you. He starts pressing soft, slow kisses against your neck and trailing them up to your cheek, you quietly whimper because of his being all over your body.

His lips brush against your ear “You know…” he begins, whispering quietly into your ear “I’ve always wanted to know what you tasted like.” This genuinely couldn’t get any better. Your eyes slightly widen at what he just said. If he’s serious, you guys could’ve had sex ages ago, but the thought of him stroking himself, imagining you splayed out for him or you sinking down on to your knees to pleasure him made you delirious. He lets out a breathy laugh at your seemingly small reaction, but you were internally losing it.

Shane’s eyes lock on your, as he moves himself down your body, grabbing your legs with ease and sliding them onto his strong shoulders. Gliding his hand up your thighs and hooking fingers under your lacy panties, slowly rolling them down your shaky legs, the wet spot from your arousal peeling off of your pussy. You whimper at the night air that’s cool against your clit, making your hips roll into nothing. His face gets closer to your dripping entrance, eyes squinting as he scans over it. “Shit,” he rasped out, his husky voice laced with that southern accent that gets you going every time. “You’re so wet” he mumbles, slowly dragging his rough thumb across your bundle of nerves, making your hips buck. He leans in closer, so that his face is perfectly lined up with heat, using his fingers to part your lip.

Sensing his tongue teasing your clit, he’s taking his time with you, making sure you feel as good as possible, and he’s doing a very good job. He can tell by the way your back starts arching off as he starts lapping your folds mercilessly, the lewd sounds of muffled moans and the gushing noise from the work his mouth is doing on your cunt. You’ve never in your life felt this type of pleasure before, your exe wouldn’t have dared to even try to go down on you. But Shane knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s doing it so right. Saliva is dripping down his chin as he eats you out like a starving man, hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer into his mouth. Your brow knit together as you try to control your noises, chest heaving as the cool air makes your sensitive nipples harder.

You almost break your “silence” when you feel his thick finger slide into your dripping hole, Shane notices you’re about to crack “Shhhh, you’re okay, baby..” he coos, using his non occupied hand to draw shape onto your inner thigh with his finger. You nod slowly as he begins pumping his finger into your pussy, your eyes basically roll to the back of your head from the pleasure, and the feeling of his smiling into your cunt doesn’t make it any better, your climax was stirring in your stomach, threatening to burst out at any moment.

With both his tongue and his fingers focusing on the heat in between your legs, you're about to hit your peak. You try to let him know, but all that came out was incoherent nonsense and you mumble out his name. Thank goodness he could understand what you're trying to say, and you don’t actually need to say anything because of the way your walls are tightening around his finger. He starts to move even faster, circling his tongue around your swollen nub. The action causes your trembling hands to jump into his hair, tugging it rougher than you mean to, but he seems to like the feeling of it. His husky groans shooting vibrations into your sensitive cunt, that sends you right over the edge. Eye screwed shut, head completely thrown back, hands tightening in his hair, your juices releasing onto his face.

You whine as he removes his finger from your cunt, juices leaking out as he does so. his lips lay down soft kisses on your lower lips and licks you clean. you’re both out of breath and even more turned on than you were before. his body moves up so that your faces line up. his hand reaches to the back of your neck gently, your lips crash together, you can taste yourself on his tongue as he twirls it around yours. he puts back from the sloppy kiss and whispers in your ear, “see how good you taste?”.

you look up at him with a dazed look into eyes, a crooked smile appears on his face as you nod your head slowly, smiling back at him. you clear your throat and quietly ask him “do you want me to…,” you begin, your hand reaching down to his crotch, the outline of his hard cock almost making you drool. you just know he’d stretch you out so well. He immediately shakes his head no, “this is about you, we can do that some other time” he coos, rubbing circles onto your warm skin.

some other time? this wasn’t a one time thing? if you still had your diary, your pages would be on fire from how much you would write about this moment. his hands slide down your torso, hands cupping your tits softly. his thumbs feeling your hard nipples through the thin lacy bra. the sensitivity making you shudder. “Can I take this off, doll” he asks as his fingertips trace the outline of your breast. “yes, please…” you mutter out, sounding more desperate than you hoped. but you are desperate. you can tell by the way your back is arching up into him as he touches your body. He smiles down at you and reaches underneath your back to unclasp your bra with ease.

“Shit…” he says under his breath, his words doused in lust. “ you're driving me crazy, baby..“ that sentence makes you whimper, lip trembling in between your teeth. you never want his moment to end. his head lowers down, finally getting your nipples some attention, using the tip of his tongue to circling around your hard cold buds, your eyes screw shut as you melt into the feeling. his lips pulling it into his mouth as he sucks softly, you wince in pain mixed with pleasure when Shane's teeth tug on your nipple slightly. enough to make your breath hitch and to make your hands wander making into his hair.

One of his hands made its way to your free and untouched nipple, and twisted it with his fingers, you gasp at the sensation, eye’s shut as you soaked up this feeling, wishing you could save it forever. Your bottom lip is wet and puffy from your teeth bit down on it. Trying to use every inch of your body to keep quiet. It was practically impossible. He continued to repeat his motions, biting, licking, twisting, sucking. His tongue moved masterly on you.

After he’s done kissing all over your chest, he finally starts unbuttoning his shirt, sitting up to remove the unwanted clothing of his body. his body. you could spend hours—no weeks, touching, kissing, his body. you’ve seen him shirtless of course. He's not a modest guy. You were bound to him walking around without a shirt on, and whenever you did, you knew exactly what you’d be thinking about while you “went to sleep”. Your eyes scanned down from his chest to the happy trail that disappeared into his pants that you wanted to rip off so badly. He smiles down at you when he realizes your ogling “Did anyone ever tell you it was to stare” he joked with that sexy flirtatious tone that hung off of his words.

Even though you're lying underneath him, fully naked somehow you still end up getting embarrassed. All these thoughts were racing inside of your head. Here you were, foolishly embarrassed, this man just went down on you, but luckily he found your bashfulness cute and charming. But just now, you could genuinely feel the atmosphere shift. The little jokey moment was gone when he looked at you with desire and want. His gaze is so seductive, you felt like he was looking into your soul. Like he could see all the fantasies you’ve crafted about him.

He lowers himself back to meet your face again, your wet, sensitive nipples pressed up against his chest. “You ready?” he whispers huskily, he eyed your face to make sure there wasn’t any sign of uncomfortability, and there wasn’t. You’re exactly were you wanted to be. The hottest guy you’ve ever met was current hovering over you, about to stick his dick inside your cunt. You look up into his eyes, mesmerized and slowly nod your head. “No, you gotta use your word, mama,” Goodness. You could cum from that nickname alone. The effect he has on you was such a problem, but there’s nothing in you that wants to fix it.

“Yes–I’m ready…please,” you rasp out eagerly. He sits back up for a sec to unfasten his belt, and take off his shorts. “That’s more like it..” he mutters, you could see his restrained and rock hard dick pressed against his boxers, begging to be taken out. And from what you could see, he is big—well, obviously. You figured by the way he would walk around like he had a snake in his pants. It's been a…while since the last time you had sex, and you've never had good sex at that. You were a bit nervous. You clocked your expression. Somehow your face subconsciously twisted up into worry. “Hey, don’t be nervous…I’ll go slow..” he coos, instantly removing that frown from your face.

He grabs his waistband and slowly tugs down, you watch intently as his thick cock springs out, hitting his belly button. His tip was red and hot, pre cum leaking down his shaft. Veins up and down his length. ”You see how hard I am because of you? You got me all hot and bothered, baby,” he purrs. The corner of his lips curling as he grabs your thighs so they could bend. Sliding his dick on your clit. You almost moaned, you felt like the most desirable woman on this rotting earth. His big hands grab on your knees tightly. He slowly moves his dick across your wet seeping fold. Shane’s lips parting as he watched himself glide across your swollen clit, his breathing getting heavier.

“Don't worry,” he murmurs, “I’ll go slow…” you smile softly and nod, you’re trying your hardest not to get lost in those damn eyes. He pulls your hip into a firm grasp with his hand and uses his other hand to line his big cock up with your sopping hole. You hold your breath as you watch him prepare to sink into your guts. He pressed his throbbing tip into you, and before you could get loud, his big hand clasped onto your warm mouth. You groaned into his hand, he stretched you out so well, it hurt but you didn’t want him to stop going.

He lets out a low and husky groan, broad chest rising up and down as he sits in the feeling of warm and tight cunt. Your loud whimpers are muffled by his hand as he works himself inside of you, Your eyes screw together from the pain but it felt so good. He leans down to muffle his own noises into your neck that were very soon to come. You didn’t really think about this, but this is the first he’s had sex in a while, he needs this as much as you do.

After a second, your hand lifts up to tap his lower back, letting him know you were ready for him to move. His hips leave yours for a moment so he can plunge deeper inside you. The outline of his thick cock moving inside of your slick walls. A shake breath left Shane’s lips as his hips slowly rutted into your. You loud filthy moans, muffling into his warm hand as the head of his dick fucked its way deep inside of you. “Fuck…you feel so good,” he hisses out, completely drowning in pleasure.

His strokes started to build up a rhythm, trailing his free hand down your stomach so his skillful fingers and circle your throbbing clit, making your back arch up against him once again. If only you two were actually alone, with nobody else around you. So you can scream out his name as loud as you wanted to.

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You both laid out across his cot, limbs tangled up in each other. You still could not believe the man you’ve been secretly admiring just rocked your world and gave you the biggest orgasm I've ever had in your life. You both wanted to stay there and wake until the sun woke you both up, but for now that wasn’t an option. You both got cleaned up and you unfortunately had to put your clothes back on.

But before you could walk out of the tent, Shane grabbed your arm. His warm touch was something you’ll never forget. He placed a gentle and soft lip on your now swollen lips. “Let’s do that again, yea?”

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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All in - A Javier Peña x Reader fic

Summary: You and Javier Peña have drastically different views on how to catch Pablo Escobar, making you workplace enemies. Despite your determination to avoid each other, the attraction between you two is proving difficult to resist. Will you give in to your true desires?

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Chapter 1 - A Fresh Start Chapter 2 - The First Meeting Chapter 3 - A New Friend Chapter 4 - The Bar Mixup Chapter 5 - Doing Without Thinking

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All in - Chapter 5: Doing Without Thinking

Summary: You and Javier Peña have drastically different views on how to catch Pablo Escobar, making you workplace enemies. Despite your determination to avoid each other, the attraction between you two is proving difficult to resist. Will you give in to your true desires?

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader Word count: 835 Genre: Romance

YOUR P.O.V.

It’s strange. Seeing Pena like this. After the initial shock of seeing you, he seemed to have overcome a mental block in his head, and just relaxed, with the assistance of whiskey, mind you. He had joined in the conversation. Smiled. Cracked more than a few jokes. And you had laughed at them. Real, genuine laughs. You’re shocked at how different Pena is outside of work, and even more shocked at how much you like him.

Sure, he was always gorgeous, but the way he’d treated you at the office had obviously deterred you. Seeing him at this bar though, where you didn’t have the heaviness of work hanging over you, made you see a side of him you didn’t know he had. The tension of your opposing beliefs is still present, but it’s mild; easy to ignore. Wonderful to ignore, actually. There is nothing you want to do more than simply ignore his faults and let yourself fall for him. God, you get romantic when you’re tipsy. 

“Well, we’d better get going now”, Connie says as she gets up from her seat, swinging her bag onto her shoulder. “I have to be up early for the clinic tomorrow.” Your heart sinks. You want this to last just a little longer, knowing that tomorrow means a continuation of the war between you and Pena. The thought of that stings more now that you know how likable he really is. You fake a smile though, and stand to hug Connie. “Thanks for tonight”, you say, “I had a really great time.” You steal a look at Pena as you say this, wanting to know if he felt the same way, not caring if his pleasant demeanor was only due to the help of alcohol. 

Your heart leaps. He’s already looking at you, a smile creeping on his lips. Your eyes dart back to Connie, your cheeks red hot. If she notices, she doesn’t say and hugs you back. “Let’s do it again sometime,” she beams, then holds her hand out for Murphy to take it. They walk out the bar together. 

You turn to face Pena, who’s still looking at you. His face is unreadable now though, and you stiffen as you realize that he can now say what he’s truly thinking. Wanting to avoid that, you pick up your purse. “I’ll be heading off now too,” you say and walk towards the door. You pause as you realize something else, and turn around. “You’re not driving yourself home are you?” You ask. 

“Excuse me?” he squints, taken aback. 

“Pena, getting caught driving while intoxicated will put you behind bars”, you say as you roll your eyes. “Being a DEA agent doesn’t exempt you from the law you know.”

“Well you can’t drive either hermosa, don’t think I didn’t notice the drinks you downed.”

You blush as he calls you beautiful, even if it was just a pet name. And it’s true, you’re not exactly sober yourself. “That’s why I’m getting a taxi, genio, and if you knew what was good for you, you’d join me.”

The sides of his mouth twitch, fighting a smile. “Okay, fine.” 

“Good”, you say, and walk out the bar with him in tow. As you move, your dress strap falls from your shoulder. When you turn to fix it, you feel Pena’s fingertips graze your bare back as he shifts your hair to the side, letting him put the strap back where it was. Every neuron in your skin where he touched is electrified. You look up at him earnestly, searching his face to find out if the gesture had any meaning beyond just politeness. His intense brown eyes meet yours. They dart to your lips before returning back to your eyes. It was a movement so quick that it seemed like a reflex. An involuntary action. He couldn’t help himself. 

Before your brain has time to think, to protest, you pull him in by his leather jacket and kiss him. He immediately melts into your touch, moaning into your mouth almost in relief. He runs his hands through your hair before resting them on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him like he needs even more of you. His tongue slides along your lips, asking for entry, and you part your lips to allow it. It’s your turn to moan as his tongue meets yours, the combined heat of the liquor and his kiss making your whole body weak. 

Too weak. As much as you ache for this, you remember the workplace tension between you, as well as Pena’s general hot-headed and cocky personality. He’s nothing but trouble. But when trouble feels this good, all you can bring yourself to do is murmur what you hope to convince yourself of. “This means nothing, Pena”, you breathe into his ear. He chuckles and whispers, “you took the words right out of my mouth” before grasping your face and pulling you in for more. 

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All in - Chapter 4: The Bar Mixup

Summary: You and Javier Peña have drastically different views on how to catch Pablo Escobar, making you workplace enemies. Despite your determination to avoid each other, the attraction between you two is proving difficult to resist. Will you give in to your true desires?

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader Word count: 739 Genre: Romance

JAVIER’S P.O.V.

Pena watched Sanchez leave HQ after he had confronted her, seeing her run her hands through her hair then rub her neck wearily. He knew he hadn’t made today easy for her. He almost felt bad, but knew what he was doing was necessary. He had to break her early so she would quit before she ruined his operation.

Or before he got attached to her. 

Pena was torn. Sanchez was utterly gorgeous; there was no way around admitting that. Her every move made Pena’s resolve weaken slightly, and he simply couldn’t afford that. It infuriated him that the only time he was truly encapsulated by a woman, she was against everything he stood for. Their ideals were too different. He could never get along with someone like her…

Pena rubbed his eyes. He tried to banish all thoughts of Sanchez from his mind. It was no use dwelling on something that would never change. He was glad Steve had invited him out to have a drink with him and his wife tonight; he really didn’t feel like being alone, and he had a feeling that his usual trip to the brothel wasn’t going to work this time. 

…….

“Connie made a friend today and invited her”, Steve explained to Pena when he asked why Connie kept looking around the bar. “I assume that’s okay with you, Javi?” she said. “Yeah, no problem”, Pena said, raising his beer to his lips. Hopefully this mystery woman would keep his mind off Sanchez, at least for the night. 

Connie’s face suddenly lit up with recognition as she spotted her friend. “Maria! Over here!” Pena turned his head so fast he nearly got whiplash. Maria? As in- 

Sanchez stopped dead in her tracks as she saw who else was sitting at the table. “Miss Sanchez…” Steve exhaled, then plastered on a smile, “what a surprise.” Connie turned to Steve, clearly baffled. “You two know each other?” Pena gripped his beer so hard it was close to shattering. What were the fucking odds?…  

“Yes”, she smiled stiffly to Connie, “I happen to be a supervisor at the DEA for the president. I actually only started today.” “Ohhhhh-” Connie said, as she registered who Ms. Sanchez was. She had heard all about the situation from her husband and Pena. There was silence for a moment; the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Well!” Connie said with a wide smile. She had always had excellent social skills. “I’m sure we can all be adults here and leave work where it belongs: at work.” She gave a pointed look to Steve and Pena. “Right?” 

“Right”, Steve said, not wanting to upset his wife. Pena was about to protest when Steve elbowed him in his rib, a clear sign to shut the fuck up. He relented, and leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of beer. Sanchez sat down in the seat across from him, and it was then that Pena was able to properly take in her appearance. 

Her long, dark hair was down, cradling her face and cascading down her shoulders. Her long-lashed eyes were sparkling in the colorful bar lights. Everything about her glowed; from her supple skin to her soft lips. Well, Pena assumed they would be soft. He cleared his throat. Not that he would ever find out. 

It didn’t help that she was also wearing an intoxicating black dress, lowly cut so he had a great view of her cleavage- 

Pena’s beer went down the wrong way, and he coughed while quickly looking away. Luckily, Sanchez hadn’t noticed him studying her, and was fully engaged in conversation with Connie. Steve however, had definitely noticed, and he shook his head with a chuckle. Pena turned bright red, something that Steve had never witnessed in all the time he had known Pena. It was quite the sight seeing someone usually cocky and self assured now so exposed. 

Pena wasn’t used to this vulnerable feeling either, and he did not like it. His first instinct was to leave. Now. But Javier Pena had never been a coward and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna start now. Since there was no escaping the situation, he figured he may as well have a good time. As long as they didn’t talk about work, he could handle it. With the help of a few more drinks. 

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All in - Chapter 3: A New Friend

Summary: You and Javier Peña have drastically different views on how to catch Pablo Escobar, making you workplace enemies. Despite your determination to avoid each other, the attraction between you two is proving difficult to resist. Will you give in to your true desires?

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader Word count: 960 Genre: Romance

YOUR P.O.V.

You sigh and slump into your office chair slightly, releasing the tension you have been accumulating ever since you arrived at the DEA headquarters. The ambassador herself had given you a tour, and you have your very own office. You know this role will entail a lot of report writing, so you’re grateful you have your own space to focus. Your mind wanders, and you can’t help but linger on the thought of Agent Pena. 

The ambassador had given you a full rundown of everyone working there, and she told you that Pena was the driving force behind the operation against Escobar, always pressing for the Americans to take action. Even more so than Agent Murphy, who had only recently made the move to Colombia. He’s the one undermining Colombian efforts, you think to yourself, he’s not even giving us a chance. You can’t stand thinking about it anymore, and turn your attention to the other thing the ambassador said about Pena. 

He was the DEA’s resident playboy. He was known for spending many nights at brothels, to get information or just for fun. He often made a late appearance at work, smelling of booze and sweat, and everyone would be able to tell what he had spent the night doing. He never stayed committed to anyone very long, hopping from one girl to the next without much consideration. Sure, he cared about them, but never enough to stay. Receiving this information from the ambassador sickened you. Eduardo was right, there really wasn’t a single redeemable quality about this man. 

Well, except for his looks of course. 

…….

“Is this seat taken?”, you ask the blonde woman sitting reading a magazine. She looks up and immediately apologizes, “Oh, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have put my bag there. No, this seat isn’t taken; please sit down.” She smiles at you kindly after removing her bag from the chair you want to sit down in. “Thank you”, you say, then sink into the chair with a sigh. 

“Rough day?”, the woman asks in an apologetic tone, putting a hand on your shoulder. You laugh weakly. “Yeah, you could say that.” 

And it had been. That moment in your office had been the only moment you’ve had alone the entire day. Your time was filled with attending strategy meetings and receiving dark looks from Pena whenever you spoke up. At one point, he seemed to snap. He had abruptly stood up, slamming his palms down on the table. His eyes penetrated yours as he yelled, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA-” He was unable to finish before the ambassador barked, “Agent Pena!” She gave him a look so intense that you were surprised he didn’t turn to stone. He scoffed and sat down, but not before giving you a furious glare. 

His sudden temper had shocked you, and your hand shook a little as you took a sip of the coffee in front of you. After that, you kept silent for the most part, only interjecting if necessary. You didn’t want everyone to hate you on your very first day, even though your opinions conflicted with the others. 

You had been preparing to leave headquarters, exhausted mentally and physically from the day, when Pena had cornered you. He leaned his arm on the doorway so you couldn’t pass. “Listen here, princesa”, he said in a low tone, staring down at you with those dark eyes. He was so close that you could smell his heady cologne.

“I sacrificed everything to get this close to Escobar. I’m not going to let you take all that away.” You had swallowed before answering him, maintaining his challenging stare. “I think you forget that we’re on the same side here. We both want Escobar to be captured. I just want it to be a Colombian victory and not an American one.” He didn’t answer. “Now if you’ll excuse me”, you had said and pushed past him out of the office, not daring to look back. It was only after you were out in the fresh air that you realized your heart was beating out of your chest, and your cheeks were red-hot. 

Fuck. You had leaned your head back to look at the sky. As much as you hated the thought, you were insanely attracted to Javier Pena. 

…….

And to top it all off, you have a doctor’s appointment. It’s just a routine checkup; not too much of a hassle, but all you want to do right now is hop in the shower then sleep for 13 hours straight. 

“I’m sorry to hear that”, the woman said, bringing you out of your train of thought. “Feel like talking about it, or would you rather be distracted from it?” “Distracting me would be greatly appreciated”, you say appreciatively. “I’m Connie”, she smiles and holds out her hand. You shake it. “I’m Maria”. 

After talking for a while, you’re pleasantly surprised at how much you like Connie. She’s sweet and an easy talker, and you feel yourself really warming up to her. Suddenly, her name is called to see the doctor, but you’re too caught up in the conversation to catch her last name. Morgan? Morrison? Something like that. 

Connie gets up, clutching her bag. “Hey, what do you think about joining my husband and I for a drink tonight? It’ll help you relieve some of your stress”, she winks. You’re eager to get in your cozy bed, but you figure one drink couldn’t hurt. Besides, you really like Connie and want to become her friend. “That sounds great”, you grin. You and Connie exchange phone numbers before she walks down the corridor to the doctor’s office. You smile to yourself. Maybe your terrible day was looking up. previous chapter next chapter

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All in - Chapter 2: The First Meeting

Summary: You and Javier Peña have drastically different views on how to catch Pablo Escobar, making you workplace enemies. Despite your determination to avoid each other, the attraction between you two is proving difficult to resist. Will you give in to your true desires?

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader Word count: 568 Genre: Romance

JAVIER’S P.O.V.

“Steve, this is a bunch of dogshit”, Javier Pena exclaimed and pressed his fingers to his brow. “The Colombian government needs our help more than ever to catch Escobar, can’t they see that? I’m starting to think Gaviria likes having his country terrorized.” 

Steve Murphy looked up from his paperwork. “Shit Javi, I don’t like having a supervisor anymore than you do. But I sorta get where they’re coming from.” He looked down again. “Hurts their national pride and whatnot. Besides, you and I both know we’re gonna see this through to the end no matter what; we’re all in.” Pena nodded determinedly and repeated the sentiment. 

“All in.”

Pena was on the frontlines in this battle every day, and he knew better than anyone that even with American help, Escobar was a real pain in the ass to nail down. Without their help? Well, you could forget even catching a glimpse of him. Pena hoped this supervisor Gaviria insisted on sending was gonna be a pushover so he can get his shit done. 

The DEA’s secretary poked her head into the room. “She’s here fellas, go greet her if you don’t want the ambassador up your asses.” Murphy got up with a sigh. “Play nice, Javi.” He warned. “We don’t wanna get suspended again, do we?” Pena clenched his jaw, making the veins at his temples visible. “No, we do not”, he seethed. In that moment he made up his mind; he’d do everything in his power to get the supervisor removed. 

…….

There was only one problem. Maria Sanchez was one of the most beautiful women Pena had ever laid eyes on. Her long, dark brown hair was swept into a wavy ponytail, with the front loose to frame her face perfectly. Her supple skin was a tanned gold, with a sprinkle of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a deep brown that made Javi’s heart soften the moment he made eye contact with her. He had never been this enchanted by a woman at first sight before. 

There was only one word to describe her: captivating. 

“Javi? You there?” Steve said, a smirk playing on his lips. Reality came crashing down on Pena. He had barely registered that Steve had introduced him to her. He remembered that she was here to undo his life’s work; make it all for nothing. He straightened up. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sanchez”. He held out his hand. She took it. 

“Miss Sanchez”, she corrected, keeping eye contact with an intimidating stare. “I look forward to working with you both”, she said with a narrowed expression towards the partners that made Pena realize she was no pushover. She walked through them and towards the building. Her touch lingered from when she had shaken his hand. 

He turned and watched her hair wave as she walked, her curves accentuated with each step she took. Steve laughed and Pena looked at him with a frown. “You are not slick”, Steve said, putting the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter. “That move to find out if she was married? Yeah dude, realllll smooth.” Pena shook his head and narrowed his eyes. “You’re losing it, Murphy. I would never go for the enemy.” If only my body would listen to my brain, Pena thought as he tried to get his heart rate back to normal.  previous chapter next chapter

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All in - Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

Summary: You and Javier Peña have drastically different views on how to catch Pablo Escobar, making you workplace enemies. Despite your determination to avoid each other, the attraction between you two is proving difficult to resist. Will you give in to your true desires?

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader Word count: 575 Genre: Romance

YOUR P.O.V.

“Muchas gracias, señor”, you say with a smile to the president of Colombia, Cesar Gaviria. He returns your smile with a warmth that calms your buzzing nerves. He was like a father to you at this point, hiring you at the young age of 18 to be his personal assistant. You didn’t know what made him choose you of all people, an inexperienced young girl fresh out of school at the time, but you were eternally grateful he gave you a chance. With his rise to presidency, your role became larger and more demanding, but Gaviria knew he could always depend on you. You along with Eduardo Sandoval, his head of security.

You and Eduardo had once been romantically involved, but you chose to break things off to keep things professional. You were happier this way. Eduardo… not so much. He was still in love with you, but cared about you enough to respect your wishes. He is still a close friend of yours.

Now Gaviria has entrusted you with a new role. He wants you to oversee affairs with the American Drug Enforcement Association. He is not happy that the Americans are interfering with Colombian affairs, and he wants you to make sure they are not overstepping, or taking actions that Colombians can take themselves. You wholeheartedly agree with his sentiment, not wanting your beloved country to be taken over by gringos. You believed that this was a Colombian fight, and that the Americans were meddling too much. You know that the fight against Pablo Escobar is a tough one, but you are sure Colombia is capable of attaining peace independently.

Today is your first day at the DEA’s office, and you’re tense; you’re not too sure as to what to expect. You’ve heard only snippets about the leading agents in the fight against Escobar, Agents Javier Pena and Steve Murphy. Eduardo told you Murphy was all right, but to steer clear of Pena; apparently he was a real asshole.

Gaviria and the rest of the staff were seeing you off, wishing you luck at your new post. It was only temporary, and you would be back as soon as Escobar was caught. It still stung though, leaving all those people you are so familiar with, that you think of as family. You’re nervous, but you feel better knowing the president himself has given you his full support, and is only a phone call away should you need him. You take a deep breath and turn away from everyone, walking toward the driver beckoning you to take a seat in the car. You get in and he shuts the door for you, and soon you’re off towards the DEA’s office.

…….

“We’re here, miss”, the driver says to you in Spanish. “Thank you, Esteban”, you reply. You get out of the car and see two men make their way towards you from the large building ahead, fit with the American flag waving on the roof. You cringe. One of the men; a blond, approaches you, “you must be Maria Sanchez”, he says as he shakes your hand. “That’s right.” You smile politely. “And you are?…” “Agent Steve Murphy. And this here is Agent Pena”, he gestures to the man next to him. Your heart skips a beat as you take in Javier Pena for the first time. So this is why Eduardo wanted you to stay away from Pena… he was just your type. next chapter

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Part Nine: do NOT go to hacklebarney park

jackie taylor is the captain of wiskayok high’s soccer team, the yellowjackets. natalie scatorccio plays guitar in the school’s local band, remembering sunday. at one of lottie matthews’ iconic parties, remembering sunday plays a few songs.

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jackie taylor has a mission. she cannot stop thinking about the girl with the shaggy mullet, smudged eyeliner, and beat up doc martens. she has to know her.

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jackie taylor schemes to get natalie scatorccio on the soccer team with the help of her teammates.

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