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I love seeing the soft almost shy side of Javi because he's so much more relatable to me. In real life I'm a quiet, shy, observational person who secretly would love it if the man I admire and crush on would whisk me away to the supply closet to kiss me and tell me that he likes me.

Yet again you've managed to create another wonderful story for me to fall in love with. I will joyfully read a part 4 if you decide to write it.

Mailroom Crush Part 3

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count: 2100+

Summary: A story about Reader who works in the mailroom of the embassy and her encounters with a handsome, brown-eyed DEA agent.

Warnings: Language, fluff, a bit of spice but nothing graphic, confessions, inaccurate depiction of how an embassy mailroom works, this is only loosely based on canon of Season 3 shortly after Javier arrives so the timeline does not 100% match the show’s

Author Note: Seriously, y’all keep stunning me with how supportive and kind you are about this fic. It’s so unbelievably sweet, I’m beyond grateful for every like, comment and reblog. If anyone’s interested in a Part 4, lemme know cuz I have some ideas for how Reader and Javi could handle the rest of Season 3′s plot but if y’all think this is a good ending then we’ll call this fic finished 😊

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".... and so is more for them." - Thank God. I didn't want it to end because they seem to have a real connection.

Christmas in July 2022: Slopeside (Part 2)

Pairing: Javi P x Female reader (ski instructor)

Word Count: 11,550

Rating: NSFW. This is a smut. 

Summary: Once you’re back in your room, you introduce Javi to the perks of the resort’s suites. From there, the two of you get to know each other a little better… with Javi learning more about himself than he anticipated.  

Author’s notes:

Very glad that you’ve seemed to enjoy the beginning of this story. I had so much fun writing it, and I’m sorry that it took so long to get the second part posted. (I fully expect some very strong reactions.) 

Catch up on part 1 here

He was surprised  that you’d invited him up to your room, but he wasn’t at all disappointed. The fact that you had a hot tub was a plus, and even if you’d just told him your only “aid” for his back was a quick massage, he still would have agreed. There was uncertainty about where the night would take the two of you, but Javier was going to divert from his usual routine, letting you lead. 

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Ahhh. No matter how many times I read this, it's still as good as the first time.

Narcos fic: A Walk In The Woods

A Javier Peña x F Reader one-shot

Rating: Explicit for strong smut

Relationship: Javier Peña x F Reader (You)

Tags: Porn with feelings; Soft Javi; Sexual tension; Vaginal fingering; Vaginal sex; A bit of dirty talk; Praise Kink; Brief Oral sex, F receiving; Snuggling and cuddling; Intimacy; Public sex (not played up as a kink); Kind of an AU where Javi wears plaid shirts and chops down trees for some reason; Gratuitous use of Good Girl (I apologise for nothing).

Wordcount: 6K

Also posted on Ao3 - link is in my Masterlist.

A/N: Meant to be a quickie up against a tree but it got away from me a little bit. Thank you to @alwaysbethewest for being an amazing beta reader and helping me ensure I told the story that was in my head. Dedicated to @yespolkadotkitty who asked to meet Javi in the woods and have him rail her up against a tree. Love you, Kitty! Here, have some filth.

Summary: 

You are walking in the woods when you see a handsome man chopping down a tree.

A Walk In The Woods

You heard him before you saw him. The sound of an ax striking a tree. Not an uncommon noise in those woods. But every now and then there was a deep, soft grunt that gave you the oddest sensation of déjà vu. Then you saw him and, Oh. 

You’d seen him around town. Last week in the hardware store you’d watched him pick up an enormous sack of gravel and toss it onto his shoulder like it was cotton candy. The sight of it had ignited some dormant area of your hind brain and you’d gone straight home and masturbated over the memory of it. Imagined him coming to you with his hard cock tenting his pants, lifting you onto his shoulder with that same understated strength, then carefully laying you out on his bed and fucking you, lovingly, and ruthlessly hard.

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Aww... Javi just got a bit of warm sweetness for Christmas 🥰

Nochebuena

700 Follower Smoochfest Request #2 

A/N: **Happy New Year, Everyone! Thank you all for making 2021 suck a whole lot less. Here’s to a happy and healthy 2022! ** This is #2 of 7 short fics I have coming for my follower appreciation celebration, and though it *may* be a week late in terms of the calendar date, I hope you’ll forgive the Christmas theme (and forgive the fact that the NYE piece I have planned will probably show up next week). This is meant to be completely stand alone, and admittedly a little bit fluffed up just to suit the festive nature of the request. But really, if the end result is a festive kiss with Javi… does anyone mind? 

Requested by: @lowlights - “running their thumb over the other’s hand, squeezing hand for comfort or encouragement, not realizing that they’re holding hands until someone else points it out with a holiday moment” 

Word Count: 2,674

Summary: Javier has no plans for Christmas Eve. He barely even recognizes the date as a holiday. And that’s generally fine with him… until someone reminds him what it feels like to be cared about at Christmas. 

The office emptied early for a Wednesday. 

Not that he would have noticed if it weren’t for the sudden searing pain he felt on his right hand. “Fuck!” He hissed under his breath, quickly flicking the spent butt into the chipped tray on his desk. It landed in a heap of ashes that had grown larger than he realized, the lit end still smoldering even as it sunk into the gray cinders. Looking down at his fingers, he rubbed his thumb over the small circular burn between the knuckles of the middle one. The skin there was red and already starting to form a bubble from where the cigarette had burned down to its filter. Shaking it out, he let out a huff and finally glanced up from the phone records he’d been scrutinizing for the last hour and a half. What the fuck?  

Javi turned his head to the left and leaned forward, peering down the row of desks and finding them all vacant. Where the hell is everyone? Sucking air through his teeth at the throb and sting of air hitting his burn, he swung his head to the right. One solitary desk lamp was on at the far end of the room, but it clicked off as soon as he saw it, the agent rising from his chair and collecting his belongings. Did I fucking miss something? 

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"In the silence that takes its place, Javi’s brown eyes are still fixed on you. Perhaps they shine a touch more, and maybe his lips parted somewhere during the song."

I love soft Javi 🥰

Let Me Cry My Cruel Fate

Rating: T. 

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javi Peña x f!reader

Warnings: Javi says the L word.

Summary: Javi listens.

A/N: This is part of Writer Wednesday, thank you to @autumnleaves1991-blog​​ for this amazing prompt and project. The theater that’s referenced is the Teatro de Cristóbal Colón in Bogotá. The song that’s referenced can be heard here. It is also linked at the point in the story it is heard if you need to take a moment and let it play out.

Prompt: Fairy Tale and/or “I’m in love with you.”

Photo:

Whoever is calling wants to talk to you pretty badly. This is the third time they’ve let it ring a number of times before hanging up and calling back. So you haul yourself out of the bathtub and stomp down the hallway dripping, cursing them for interrupting the one evening you’ve had to yourself for a while.

“What.” You huff into the phone.

“Sounds like I interrupted something.”

You instantly dial back the irritation in your voice, but only a little. Wouldn’t want Javi to think you liked him too much. Don’t want him to have the advantage. “Is this important?”

“It can be. Why didn’t you pick up. Six rings and then a break.”

“Is…that some kind of signal?”

“You’ve never heard Murphy talk about the six rings?”

“That’s you and Steve. You and I don’t have a–nevermind. What’s going on.”

“Well nothing if you’re going to be like that.”

You sigh, taking a moment to silently count to three. “I was in the bath.”

There’s a second of silence. “Oh. So. You’re…”

“What. Is it. Javi.”

There’s a couple of amused huffs. “Well. Hey. Thanks for the mental picture.”

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How dare Stechner mess with Tesoro!

Mailroom Crush Part 4

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: A story about Reader who works in the mailroom of the embassy and her encounters with a handsome, brown-eyed DEA agent.

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, Stechner is the worst, Reader’s mother is mentioned, inaccurate depiction of how an embassy mailroom works, Idk what Katie’s job is on the show so I just assigned her one, this is only loosely based on canon of Season 3 so the timeline does not 100% match the show’s

Author Note: Because I love Javi and Tesoro, and also because there was so much positive encouragement, I decided to add more to this fic 💗 Somehow instead of writing fluff, I ended up with angst and drama 🤷‍♀️ As always, thank you everybody for your support and I hope y’all enjoy this segment!

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You made me snort laugh when I saw you linked my Javi in a ski suit pic! And I'm with Javi that it's bullshit to get up so early in the morning, but I might be willing to to have a great breakfast

Christmas in July 2022: Slopeside (Part 1)

Pairing: Javi P x Female reader (ski instructor)

Word Count: 7,987

Rating: M. It’s pretty tame, but it’s leading somewhere. Part 2 will not be tame.

Summary: Javi and the Murphys are on a pre-holiday trip to a ski resort as a way to catch up post-Colombia, but since Javi can’t really ski, he needs some help - and that’s where you come in. 

Author’s notes: I didn’t want to do an actual event this year because I didn’t want to get people’s hopes up and then not finish it … so here’s a story that I’ve been working on for a while that isn’t technically a Christmas story … but fits. 

This will be two parts, with the 2nd getting posted tomorrow at some point - thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. 

As a treat, please enjoy this ski-suit Javi that @cannedsoupsucks​ worked very hard on (graphic design is her passion) back in February. (if anyone else would like to create an updated version of him in his aviators and hat and puffy clothes and his wedge-pointed skis I will NOT be mad about it)

Fair warning: this is very self indulgent, because I’ve been a skier since I was 12-13, and getting to show this man a few things on the mountain would be a dream come true. 

Standing in front of the mirror, Javi rubbed a hand over his face, trying to wake all the way up. It was still early - barely 10 am - and he’d already had two phone calls to his room from Steve and Connie asking where he was and what time he’d be down for breakfast. She’d called first, at 9, waking the man from a deep sleep, and her husband had called not even a half hour later, his tone slightly more annoyed than hers had been. I agreed to come, though. I agreed to this, so I should expect it.

He took one last look in the mirror and then turned away from it, grabbing his wallet and room key from the nightstand before stuffing them into the back pocket of his jeans. “This trip is bullshit,” he muttered, head shaking back and forth as he walked past the bathroom, still filled with lingering steam from the scalding shower he’d just taken. “Complete fuckin’ bullshit.” 

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