#javier pena drabble

[creedslove]

LONGING ✨

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: His longing for you is going to be the death of him, especially if he thinks he isn't good enough

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of paid sex

A/N: it's been a long time since I managed to write something more than a headcanon, but you know, it feels I'm back, modestly and Pedro Pascal and his smooth clean shaven plus mustache face is to blame for my return, it has awakened something in me

1.5k words

Javier was embarrassed, ashamed and mortified. He didn't want to do that, to ask you that, but at the same time he really did. More than that, he was desperate, he needed to ask and to know your answer. When he stepped inside your apartment earlier, all he could think of was standing by your side and taking care of you, while you went through another one of your dreadful migraine episodes. At first he was really torn between showing up or not, worried that would make him look like a sick lovey puppy, but at the same time, it was exactly what he was and even if he couldn't be with you in that way, he still wanted to be a part of it and enjoy some time with you, allowing himself to pretend there was something more than just the bond you two shared over a total unexpected friendship that grew between you both. He liked spending time with you overall, more so when you were alright, excited and willing to have a drink, go out, dance or just act as the only ray of sunshine that truly mattered in his life; but there was something about just standing silently next to you, making you a cup of tea and playing with your strands of hair very gently it made him come running to you every single time he sensed you weren't doing that well.

No matter if the lights were dimmed, if the TV was low and you were lying on the couch, your head on his lap as his fingers ran through your hair and he could just enjoy how cozy everything around him was. He still had a question, a doubt hammering his chest and it made him uneasy, needing to let it go and just get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

“Cariño…” Javi's voice was soft as you opened your eyes at his calling, it always made you flutter to be addressed like that by him “...can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, Javi…”

“I-I like this woman… I don't know how to approach her, and what should I do?”

There he said it. It was out in the open, his pathetic question aimed at you with a slightly shaken voice, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he felt himself back in the seventh grade. He needed to know, he needed to open up and tell you you were that woman, he needed to see if he had any chance with you, but then, he couldn't bring himself into doing it, it was paralyzing, because it wasn't just lust, or a silly crush, it was more than that, it was craving, passion, love.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh softly, not sure where that joke was coming from. Why was Javier talking like an inexperienced schoolboy was a mystery to you, so raising your head from his lap and sitting straight up on the couch, staring at him with a confused frown, you could see there was no laughter, not even a smirk, he was completely serious about his question and you felt unsure what to say.

“Oh.. you mean that?! I'm sorry..” you chuckled a little embarrassed and licked your lips thinking of what to say next, being honest was always the best and the go to option between the two of you “well, Javi that's surprising, I mean, you are Javier Peña, women like you, not the other way around you know what I mean? You can get any girl you want, so this one just made you lost?”

Javi took a deep breath and ran his hand through his jaw, looking at you and nodding, making it so obvious his discomfort.

“Yeah…” his hand traveled through his hair still shyly “I just like her, for real… thought it wouldn't happen to me, the idea of, you know, being in love seemed so distant. I don't know what to do”

“Is this like Lorraine?”

Javi chuckled at that; the only love reference you ever got from him was a woman he left at the altar when he wasn't much more than a teenager. He was a mess, not being able to develop a single meaningful relationship in his life and suddenly aiming for it with you, while you weren't even aware of that. Shaking his head, he looked into your eyes

“No, Lorraine was different… I liked her, but I didn't love her. I was also younger, immature and a real dick, but that was long ago and she forgave me and found a decent man to build a family with. This is different now, I don't know what to do, what to say, I feel I'm not enough…”

“Well Javi…”

“All I'm saying is that I feel I'm not worthy, you know? What could I do so she would see I'm real..”

“You can always stop the whoring, Javi”

You shrugged and smiled, sort of joking at the same time he tilted his head and watched you attentively, he wasn't expecting that answer but now he got it, he was intrigued.

“What I mean is that if you want to show this girl you like her, you gotta stop going after any women, no prostitutes, that kind of stuff. You see, if it were me for example, it would be a deal breaker, I wouldn't want to be with a man who does that. No offense Javi, you are a great guy, but in a romantic sense I guess no woman would be okay with knowing their boyfriend is well-known all over the whorehouses in Bogota… it would be embarrassing, humiliating even, to know whenever you get into a place with your boyfriend everyone knows he's been sleeping around”

Javier went silent. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he stared into your eyes. That's what you thought of him; he knew you didn't mean to offend him, you knew you didn't judge him for his ways of life, as long as you remained in the friendship area. It was as clear as the sky you would never be involved with him. He couldn't even blame you for it, only himself for ever thinking he could have a shot with you. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't necessarily offended, he was simply disappointed in himself and his unrealistic expectations, he was heartbroken because he had ruined everything before he could even start it.

“Y-you think she wouldn't be with me because of that?”

You noticed how upset Javi seemed and you immediately regretted the words you'd said. You were so used to being honest and straightforward towards him, it didn't even occur to you your words could hurt him. Words never seemed to hurt Javier Peña in the first place, so why was that so different? It didn't make any sense to you, sighing you looked into his beautiful sad eyes once more.

“I don't know her, Javi… maybe this isn't a big deal for her, all I'm saying is that if it were me, I wouldn't be okay with it, I guess, but you're a wonderful man, no matter what and if she's worthy of you, she'll love and accept you no matter what”

“You think I'm disgusting?”

His words broke your heart, you could never think that of him, he was your Javi, and even if you didn't agree with his way of living, you cared about him. Placing your hands on his cheek and caressing them gently.

“Of course not, Javi… I am just jealous I guess, I wouldn't want that many women around my man, and I think you deserve so much better than that. You are handsome, sweet, intelligent, you shouldn't have to pay for that, you should be able to have a family…”

You said sweetly and Javi gave you a sweet, sad smile, you didn't know if he agreed or not, but he held your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. He'd always been so gentle with you, he was often much better than you deserved it. Whoever that girl was, she was damn lucky.

“Do you mean that, cariño?”

“Yes, amor…”

Javi's heart raced as you called him that. Amor. Love. Could it possibly be it? Perhaps he did have a chance?

“You know Javi, the embassy ball is coming, maybe you should invite your girl to come with you” you suggested and he chuckled, it was his turn to place his hands on your cheeks, always dwarfing them with how big he was compared to you. Javi still wondered if you were playing hard to get or if you really hadn't realized you were his girl.

“You're right cariño, but I could invite anyone in the world, and none of them would be as beautiful as you are”

He loved you, his heart ached from the longing he felt, he didn't know if he had a chance with you, sometimes he thought so, and sometimes he was sure you were way out of his league, but one thing he knew for sure: he'd love you for the rest of his life no matter what.

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[arklaytears]

Liquid Courage (Javier Peña x F!Reader Drabble)

t/w: drunk javi, sexual tension/sexual descriptions, needy/desperate javi a/n: i got very drunk last night and wrote this, i hope you like it!  any ideas for some drabbles send them to my asks and i might try to write them!  thanks!  sorry it’s not more, i was really drunk and kept losing myself while writing LOL ·̩̩̥＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩��͙*˚＊·̩̩̥·̩̩̥＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥·̩̩̥＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥·̩̩̥＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥

You were quickly shaken from the peaceful slumber you had found yourself in.  Work was definitely a bit of a handful, what with all of the files you needed to pull for anyone that asked.  Yet, today seemed even more incessant than the others as you had to rush up and down and up down every staircase in the building.  Your hands doing the best they could to hold each file as close to your body as you could, holding it tight against your chest as you kept running to and fro.

The knocking was loud.  Incessant.  You blinked away the sleep that held itself behind your eyes.  Not even fully comprehending that you had fallen asleep on your couch as soon as you stepped in the door.  Not even out of your shoes, as the black heels hung loosely off of your toes from the end of the couch.

But you did your best to kick them back onto your feet as you slowly rose from the dark black leather, rubbing your eyes as you gazed across to the clock that hung itself in your kitchen.

2:36 AM.

No matter what was on the other side of that door, it had to either be extremely important, or some sort of ace murderer.  

Yet thank whoever is above for small favors as you did your best to clack over to your front door, peeking through your small peep hole to see an all too familiar face.

Javier Peña.

A long sigh pushed itself from your lips as you knew that not unlocking the door would result in more trouble tomorrow.  Your hand gently moved to the deadbolt, clicking it undone and no sooner than you had opened the door did you feel the agents hands running along your hips and pulling you close.

No sooner than you had laid eyes on him, were his lips devouring yours.  Pushing himself past the threshold of your front door as he gave a soft whine against your lips.

Absolutely unexpected.

Though, you could not say you were upset, feeling yourself melt against the agent slowly.  Your hands moved to grip onto the leather of his jacket, pushing him back slightly, as the taste of whiskey on his lips was unmistakable.

"Mmn, Peña.." You whispered, feeling his lips crash against yours again, teeth clashing together as it was fueled by desperation.

You pushed back one more time, your eyes peering over his own.  Half lidded and clouded in a haze you'd never seen before.

"You're drunk.." you whispered, questioning even yourself at the way you wanted to just taste him again.  But, it just didn't feel completely right.

A whine.. A WHINE, escaped Javier's throat as he looked to you, his chocolate depths peering into b what felt like your core, "Not that drunk... Please..."

Peña's hands tightened on your hips as he rolled his own against you.  The strain in his always too tight jeans evident as you felt him grind against your thigh.

How was this the same agent you saw so confident and snarky each and every day?

"Please..." He repeated, his hips still moving on their own, moving in a small rhythm as he continued to push his hardening length against the plush of your thighs.

"Need you.." He plead, pulling you in again, this time kissing along your jaw as he kicked the door closed behind him.

You wanted so desperately to give in.  Every nerve ending in your body alight with a need for him.

"Mmn, I will.. If you take it slow and come down a bit first.." You had whispered against the shell of his ear, having to pull yourself back from his nips and bites along your soft jaw.

Another whine, this one frustrated and quiet as his fingers pushed tighter into the plush of your hips.  Having found his way under the hem of your work shirt as he went.

"I promise.." You whispered, rutting your hips forward to meet his own.  Giving him some acknowledgement of your own of how badly you wanted to let go of that control and just let him.  Let him do as he wished to your body.

But, you couldn't.  Not right now.

It was the beginnings of what was looking to be a long evening.

[angelickks]

💿 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬¹¹¹

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a soundtrack of absolute chaos and filth. lyric-inspired smut drabble collection. pedro pascal! characters x fem!reader nsfw, mdni 18+

main pedro pascal mlist!

𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀

01. LES — Joel Miller

♬⋆.˚“Girl, I wanna know, are you ready to cry? ʻCause I'm no good.” He tells you he’s bad for you. Then makes you come so hard you forget your own name. emotionally unavailable sex • self-destruction • filthy confessions disguised as fucking

02. OFF TO THE RACES — Harry Castillo

♬⋆.˚“My old man is a bad man, but I can’t deny the way he holds my hand…” He pays for dinner, your shoes, and the bruise on your thigh. sugar daddy dynamics • power play • possessive luxury

03. SHE WILL BE LOVED — Francisco “Frankie” Morales

♬⋆.˚“I’ve had you so many times, but somehow I want more.” He always thinks he’s not enough. So when you show up again, he fucks you like a man starving. possesive!frankie • friends with benefits and feelings • pure desperation

04. NORMAN FUCKING ROCKWELL — Javier Peña

♬⋆.˚“You fucked me so good I almost said ‘I love you.’” He’s chaotic. You’re worse. You fight. You fuck. You stay. biting banter • sex as emotional warfare

05. TOUCH TANK — Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

♬⋆.˚“He’s so pretty when he goes down on me.” The kind of man who tastes luxury and makes you beg for more.

𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁

06. PYRAMIDS — Din Djarin

♬⋆.˚“You say it’s big, but you take it—Ride cowgirl.” The helmet stays on. You don’t complain.

07. LOVE IS STRANGE — Francisco “Frankie” Morales

♬⋆.˚“How do you call your loverboy? Baby, oh baby…” He’s always at your beck and call

08. FATHER FIGURE — Joel Miller

♬⋆.˚“I’d love to be your daddy. Anything you have in mind.” He’s too old. You’re too eager. It works.

09. BABYDOLL — Francisco “Frankie” Morales

♬⋆.˚“I can’t move on, babydoll.” He begs with his mouth, not his words.

10. DEVIL’S BACKBONE — Joel Miller

♬⋆.˚“I've fallen for someone who's nothing like you. He's raised on the edge of the devil's backbone” He’s bad. You want him anyway.

11. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE — Harry Castillo

♬⋆.˚“Don’t bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice.” You look too pretty to cry—but he makes you anyway.

12. ULTRAVIOLENCE — Marcus Acacius

♬⋆.˚“He hit me and it felt like a kiss.” He’s war incarnate. You kneel anyway.

𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂

13. TOO SWEET — Javier Peña

♬⋆.˚“You’re too sweet for me. I take my whiskey neat.” You’re soft. He’s not. That’s why it works.

14. ME AND MR. JONES(MILLER) — Joel Miller

♬⋆.˚“Nobody stands between me and my man.” You’re his little secret, until you’re the only thing he can think about.

15. SILVER SPRINGS — Marcus Pike

♬⋆.˚“You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.” You stayed in his sheets. Even after you left.

16. YOU’RE SO VAIN — Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

♬⋆.˚“You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you.” He’s smug, Southern, and sinfully good between your thighs—and he knows it.

17. THE CHAIN — Clint Flood

♬⋆.˚“If you don’t love me now, you will never love me again.” He says he’s done with you. But God help the man who touches you next.

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐧' 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐊𝐒

[jpbpxma]

hush;

content warnings/tags: nsfw, contains smut, exhibition kink, sex at a movie theatre, javier peña x f!reader.

"Stop it, there's people here," Javier whispers, voice stern and eyes serious as he looks at you. "Stop what? " You whisper back innocently while repeating the action, making him grab your wrist. A shaky breath escapes him when you cup your palm around his already semi hard cock. His reaction makes you more confident as you rub his erection over his jeans and Javier reacts right away, twitching under your palm and letting out a deep groan. Luckily there weren't many people out today to watch the reshowing of some random crime thriller movie.

"Baby, seriously, I don't want to get kicked out," Javier nearly grinds out, trying to keep his voice steady. You pout and mutter under your breath about how you were in the back of the theatre and nowhere near anyone else, anyways. Crossing your arms over your chest, you return your attention back to the movie refusing to further acknowledge Javier’s presence. You hear him chuckle, but turns back to concentrate on the movie. Eventually you find yourself getting sucked into the movie, as well, until you feel his hand, that was resting on your knee, move up slowly.

Still annoyed with his prior rejection, you ignore him with a huff. Despite this, when his hand moves up under your skirt so it's in between your upper thighs, you find yourself parting your legs involuntarily. "You are so cute, you know that? Part of why I can't resist you," Javier whispers lowly into your ear while nibbling on it. Tracing slowly along your slit over you panties and he lets out a quiet 'Oh? ' upon discovering your dampness. You hold yourself back from whining but your body betrays you when you buck your hips just to chase any amount of friction.

He turns his body completely towards you now, movie long forgotten, sliding his fingers over your clit. You tremble at the contact, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. "Please," you let out so quietly, he wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't inches away from your face. Without warning, Javier pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, stroking the velvet walls by curling his fingers. Your mouth hangs open, captured in a silent moan as he begins thrusting languidly inside.

You're so focused at the feeling of his fingers, with your head thrown back and your eyes closed, that your moans start to get louder without you realizing. Javier takes his fingers out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You open your eyes to protest when you see a few heads turned around looking at your direction to see what the disturbance is. Feeling your face warm up, you sink lower in your seat. Javier just looks over at you amused, "See, you have to be quiet, mi amor, otherwise this isn't going to work."

Once everyone's back focused on the movie, Javier turns to you and spreads your legs again but sinks three of his fingers inside this time. Luckily the actress starts screaming in fear loudly at the same time because you couldn't help but let out a long, drawn out moan. His pace is brutal as he slams his fingers repeatedly into your dripping pussy as you hope no one could hear the wet sounds it was making. He uses the upper part of his palm to press circles on your clit and with each passing second, your thighs shake harder in an effort to keep yourself upright.

"I'm gonna- fuck! " You mewl silently, grabbing onto his shirt as you come completely undone. The orgasm leaves you breathless, wave after wave threatening to knock you over while he prolongs the pleasure. Your mind is hazy with lust that makes it impossible to keep your eyes open. You're still trembling as Javier kisses you on the cheek, putting a piece of hair behind your ear. "Satisfied? " he murmurs, as he moves to wipe his fingers on a stray napkin but decides to just put his fingers in his mouth and suck them clean himself. "Not... yet," you reply, breathlessly - further turned on by his actions.

You get up slightly to slide over the arm rest and sit down on his lap, pressing your ass to grind against his now fully hard erection. Javier jerks forward with a sharp intake of breath but catches on right away; he lifts you up gently to take his cock out of the zipper of his jeans. "Oh, someone's eager now," you whisper smugly. "It's actually kind of hot," he whispers back, surprising himself. You pfft but continue to hover over his lap, holding onto the arm rests as he strokes his length a few times, angles the head on your entrance, pushing your panties to the side and pulling you down so you sink down onto his cock slowly.

You shudder, knees crossing together as he groans deeply behind you, "Fuuuck, you feel so fucking good." He's sweet enough to wait until you're well adjusted to not move but you're beyond turned on at this point, especially knowing you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. You moan mutedly as you fuck yourself onto his cock. Javier understood quickly and he started pounding himself up into you with increased tempo, his hips slapping against your ass. Thankfully, the movie was at its climax and loud enough to tune out the sinful sounds.

You're both so into it, you end up meeting halfway as you move down on his cock and he thrusts up into you. "Shit, ah- harder, Javi," you whimper, your moans getting loud again. He reaches his arms around you, one to clap over your mouth and one to grip one of your breasts, so he can hit deeper inside you. You're so out of it, lost in your own pleasure that you're barely moving now, Javier doing all the work as he easily bounces you up and down with the grip he has on you.

"Mmmh," your cry muffled as your body jolts when the head of his cock brushes against your g-spot. Javier knows you well enough by now to know when he's hit the right spot, he groans breathily as he increases his speed, deliberately angling his strokes to abuse the spot. It isn't long before you feel your body vibrating from an impending orgasm, the coil in your stomach tightening as your head begins to swim with pleasure. Javier’s hand that grips your breast snakes down to play with your clit, swiping in tandem with his thrusts.

You didn't have time to warn him when the second orgasm crashes over you, your loud moans muffled by his hand as you fall back into his chest, your eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted. The sensation of you clenching around him was enough to send him into his own orgasm with a last roll of his hips and he comes with a deep groan of your name, chest flush against your back, his hips stuttering to a complete stop. 

The movie continues to play, nearing the end of the climax. You're both breathing heavily, his arms around your waist as the back of your head lies on his shoulder. When you finally come down from your high, you fix your clothes and slide back to your own seat, not failing to notice the couple three rows down and in the corner smirking at the two of you. "Hey, at least we gave them a good show," Javier whispers to you with a wink.

[cowgurrrl]

Strangers

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (cowgirl!reader???)

Author’s note: goddammit is this gonna be a thing

Summary: Javi struggles to assimilate back into civilian life in Texas until an old friend returns [1.5k]

Warnings: Texas Javi my beloved, language, addictive tendencies, PTSD symptoms, Javi + Steve 4eva, reader has a brother, southernisms, pining, yeah there’s probably gonna be a part two 🙄

Javi really did try his best to leave Colombia and the ghosts that pricked at his memory every time he turned a familiar corner. He wanted to do better. He felt he had to. Too many people died for him to just throw away his chance at life, but the days were long and hot, and he was so fucking tired. The nicotine patches stopped working, and the bottle suddenly wasn't enough to convince himself he was doing what he was sent to do. That he was doing the right thing. That he was a good person. 

He expected the feeling to leave him once he left the imaginary borders of Colombia and returned to the northern valley. He thought working with his dad and getting his feet back under him after years of being pushed and pulled at Reagan's whim would feel better than shaking down teenagers for narco information. Of course, it didn't disappear in the cacti and hazy horizons of Loredo or the arms of his father. It's only been a couple of hours, Peña, he thought. Give it some time. Who knows? Blistering Texas sunsets might be good for burning the blood off his hands. 

Except everybody in his small town knew of his exploits in Latin America. They knew his name was plastered to boxes full of evidence against the cartel and then some. They knew Chucho's boy was some kind of fucked up veteran or hero or whatever they wanted to call him. He avoided going into town more than necessary when he first got home because of how often he got stopped. It didn't matter if he was going to the hardware store, HEB, or the mechanic. Somebody ended up talking to him about Escobar or Cali. He couldn't escape his past even thousands of miles away from it. The only good thing about his newfound fame was the free drinks people pushed his way in the shit hole bar just on the outskirts of town. 

He tells himself to slow down, what with the early mornings and long days he's working, but it'd be a dick move to turn down free drinks, right? Sometimes, Javi loses hours in the bar, betting money on pool, flirting with women passing through town, and telling war stories of the jungle and sicarios and whatever else comes spilling out of his loose lips. He tells himself he's coping the best way he knows how when he comes down for breakfast looking and feeling like shit, his hair practically wet from lingering cigarette smoke, but he knows better. 

His dad deals with Javi's vices the same way they dealt with his mother's death: inefficiently and without making a sound. The most Chucho does is shake his head and sigh when Javi comes stumbling in at some ungodly hour. What more could he do? Javi barely told his dad where he was in the world. How was he supposed to tell him what he'd done? What he saw? What he allowed? No, his dad can never know. It'll kill him. It'll kill Javi to retell. 

Sometimes, Javi will call Steve and ask about Connie and the kids, and they'll act like they're old school buddies and not tethered together through tragedy and white powder. Steve will ask him about his sleep, and Javi will give some bullshit answer which makes Steve laugh. "Yeah, me too," he says one time. "Woke the baby up the other night 'cause I was talkin' again. Don't even know what about. Isn't that fun?" Javi doesn't give much away. He never does, but sometimes, it's just nice to know he's not alone in his struggle to get back to normal. 

Javi is back in town for a full forty days before he finally stumbles across you. At first, he doesn't remember you or your first name. Your last name, however, rattles around his skull until he finally gets the courage to ask if he knows you as he stands in line at the store. "You look familiar." He says, making you laugh. 

"I'd hope so. You were practically livin' in my house in high school." You say, throwing him back to his high school baseball days, spending time either in the field or on the ranch with your older brother. You were a little bit younger than him— the daughter of a weathered cattle rancher— and only caught his attention when you were in the way or being an obnoxious teenager. Man, did you grow up pretty, he thinks. Suddenly, he's hyperaware of his sweaty hair, rumpled shirt, and god-awful farmer's tan. 

"Last I heard, you'd moved out of town," Javi says, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing you carefully. The freckles dotting your face from all your time in the sun should be considered lethal, especially when you smile. 

"Last I heard, you were engaged." Just as you did then, you don't hold your punches. The jab doesn't hurt, but it does make him laugh, an embarrassed blush crawling up his neck.

"Alright, you got me there," he says. "How's your brother?"

"Good. Married Suzanna a few years ago, and now they've got some babies running around." 

"They live around here?"

"Dallas," you say. "Dillon thinks he's too good for us and decided to be a real estate agent out there instead."

"Sounds riveting," Javi says and you laugh. The line gets shorter and shorter as you talk, but he can't focus on anything but you. "And you? What's a pretty girl like you still doing in this shit hole?" Something behind your eyes flickers at the comment and you take a deep breath, suddenly all too aware of how hot it is today.

"Somebody's gotta get Daddy off the horse every once in a while."

"And what? Your mama can't do that for you?"

"She knows better than to keep tryin'. I'm just as stubborn as he is, so one of us'll win or give up before the other." 

"Well, my money's on you." He says easily. You stare at each other for a little bit longer than necessary before the clerk calls you by name to get your attention. Your items are scanned, bagged, and paid for all in the span of a few seconds. You have no reason to linger in the checkout aisle, but you do, rocking on your boots' heels just a little. 

"Don't be a stranger, Peña." You say, looking him over as if you're seeing him for the first time. 

"I don't think this town's big enough for that." He says, and you chuckle.

"No, I don't think so either," you say. "Tell your dad I said hi." With all your Southern hospitality, you turn and leave. Javi watches you go until the clerk calls his name and breaks him out of it. Well, that and the sound of something crashing to the floor makes him reach for a gun he doesn't carry anymore. His shoulders brace for an explosion, and he can't catch his breath. He stares at the box and the broken jars in it as a pissed-off employee storms off to find a broom. He scoffs. 

Javi has dealt with some of the most dangerous people in the world, and jams are what spike his adrenaline. 

He tries to shrug it off and pay the cashier, but his ears are still ringing, and his heart is still racing when he climbs back into his truck. Fucking jam. He tries to forget about it as he drives home. He wants to forget about it. He wants to think of anything else. 

If that happens to be your smile, the way your laugh fills the air, or the inconspicuous way you looked at him when he complimented you, it's just a coincidence. 

When he gets home, he's craving a drink or a cigarette or something more physical to get his mind off of what happened. His shoulders slump with the weight of memory and Chucho sees. He always sees. He just doesn't know the right way to fix it. 

"Y'know, uh… your friend you used to play baseball with?" He asks, seemingly out of nowhere, as Javi puts away the groceries. He furrows his brows and gives his dad a confused look.

"I had lots of friends I played baseball with."

"He was datin' that girl you went to Homecoming with when you were a freshman?" Of all the things his dad remembers, of course, it's that. Javi resists the urge to roll his eyes and grinds his teeth instead.

"Suzanna?" He asks and Chucho snaps his fingers in a way that tells him that was the right answer. "His name was Dillion. What about him?" 

"Well, his dad heard you're back in town and invited us over for a barbecue," he says nonchalantly and Javi scoffs. "I'm not sure how he didn't know, but you know that old fucker's always out doin' something. Somebody probably told him something or the other. Anyway, you can say no. I told him you were still adjustin'."

"I'll go," Javi agrees too fast. "Might be good to… get outta the house. Wouldn't wanna be a stranger." Chucho is surprised but not displeased with Javi's answer, and they leave it as is. 

It's just reintegrating into civilian life. It's just socializing. It's just a barbecue. It's not an interrogation or a raid. It's coping. 

Apparently, coping could be really fun if he plays his cards right.

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[hotchscoffeecup]

intro 🖤

hiiii my name is ash! basic things to know: i’m 26, queer, use she/her pronouns, and created this account to share my fanfics.

movies/shows: the lord of the rings, the hobbit, the mandalorian, narcos, criminal minds, bones, superstore, brooklyn 99, demon slayer, sailor moon

characters: thranduil, bard the bowman, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, din djarin, javier peña

i love bringing people’s visions to life! see my master list below for all of my fics <333 fic requests are also OPEN

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Fics with an asterisk * are NSFW and are 18+ only, MDNI!

Criminal Minds

hotch x reader

power struggle

banana pancakes

drunk dial

through love and loss

after hours *

how do we carry on?

reconciliation (pt.2 to how do we carry on?)

from across the bar *

stricken

stuck

unstuck (pt.2 to stuck)

savoring the moment

alex blake x reader

the crossword can’t wait *

emily prentiss x reader

for her, i’d endure

live a little *

tied up in knots*

hotch x emily

come home with me

emily x jj

lavender bath salts

Narcos

javier x reader

those things will kill you

pillow talk

The Mandalorian

din djarin x reader

don’t punch beskar, you’ll break your hand*

[heartstoptrying]

Joel Miller Coded

I would gift him this mug, and he would drink his steaming hot coffee out of it☕️

“You might be a grumpy old man, but you’re MY grumpy old man.” I said as I hand him his morning coffee. “Thank you darlin.” He chuckled softly, the lines around his eyes crinkled and his eyes sparkled with delight. He sighs as he takes his first sip, instantly relaxed. “This is a damn fine cup of coffee sweetheart.” I straddle his lap, playing with his curls and scratching his salt and pepper scruff. “Only the best for you, cowboy.” I giggle as he captures my lips in a sweet kiss that tastes like coffee and him. The essence of Joel.

ugggggh I neeeeeeeeed him soooooo bad

[clubsoft]

javi didn’t want commitment, now he’s watching his girl flirt with her new man. angry, smug, irritated — all of the above, knowing good and well that she’ll crawl back to him, eventually, craving his touch. he’ll preserve these emotions until then, play the waiting game.

a man of his word, he follows through. days later, she’s whining into the pillow, a quivering mess. her silky hair wrapped around his fist, he yanks her back, shifts the same hand under her jaw to whisper in her ear, “your little boyfriend couldn’t make you cum? you’re breakin’ my heart, baby.”

( gif by @rhaenyratargeryen idk why tumblr won’t embed it properly )

[lokischocolatefountain]

setting boundaries fanatic here ! i would love to see peñas wife (when she’s not the wife yet) with the guy you mentioned she was at the restaurant with. for a while since we know she is mrs. peña ;) it would make so much sense knowing she tried dating another guy, fucking, going out with him, but he isn’t her future husband

Comparison

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Pairing: Past Javier Peña x Reader, Reader x Original Male Character (David)

Summary: She set boundaries with Javi. It was the right thing to do, but sometimes she wishes she hadn’t done it at all.

A/N: Anon, you have awakened something in me (longing). So here’s a little Drabble of Peña’s ex-fuckbuddy, future wife with another guy. The guy’s alright. But he’s no Javier Peña.

She whimpered and threw her head back as the orgasm that built up brought her crumbling down from her high. She bit down on her lip, afraid to make noise. It wasn’t much of a problem. Not anymore. Her neighbors must be happy now.

She turned to look at her bedroom door, making sure he hadn’t come out. She removed her hand from her pants, her flingers glistening from her release under the low light in the living room.

She pictured Javi, her cum coating his long thick fingers. The way he would smile smugly at her from between her legs before licking her off his fingers. How he would undo his belt only after he’d undone her under his fingers or lips at least once. Her pussy clenched around nothing at the mere thought of him. Fucking pathetic. If only her pussy could feel that way for David.

Forget feeling things when a guy wasn’t even around. She wished she felt something when he was deep inside her. David wasn’t bad per se… But she’d had better. She’d had Javi. She wondered if she would be satisfied with David if she’d never let Javi in her bedroom.

There was no point thinking of that now.

Javi was long gone. Scared off by what he surely perceived as commitment. Perhaps she should’ve gone along with him, let him play fuckbuddy and boyfriend for as long as he wanted instead of forcing him to decide. But it was for her own good. It was stupid to keep spreading her legs for a man who didn’t know what he wanted. Stupid to let him pull her into his web of uncertainty, make her doubt what she wanted with him.

She gulped down her glass of water and set it on the coffee table before walking back to her bedroom. David was fast asleep, blissfully unaware that his partner had to go fuck herself in the living room though he’d made her come. And he was the kind of guy who asked after if she really came. Javi never had to check. When he made her come, he knew. Fuck, her neighbors knew. When she was at work the next day, her friends knew from her gait.

Comparison was an useless endeavor. It brought nothing but the dull ache in her chest of missing a man who was never hers. She opened the last drawer of the chest by her bedside. It was devoid of everything but the plastic ashtray she bought for him to use in her apartment. She hadn’t put much thought into it. Didn’t try to pick one that fit well into her decor. Like the man who put his cigarettes out in it, the ashtray didn’t belong in her life. Just something temporary, unhealthy. She shut the drawer and slipped back under the covers.

She pulled the blanket over herself and forced herself to wrap herself in his arms. In his sleep, he pulled her close. Her body stiffened, rejecting the unfamiliar touch. But it would have to do for now. Until she got him out of her system.

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I love me some longing, so thanks for this idea, anon. And that’s got me thinking…what if there was more longing for Javi and his wife? Maybe years into the future, and with a lot more heartbreak and naturally a lot more longing? And what if I have 3k words of it in my google docs? 👀 Until that’s out, I have a politician Javi fic coming up. Here’s a little teaser for it

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hi! i’ve never done a request but i would like a smut with javier peña with 23 and e. (i hope the request is in the correct format) thank you ❣️

After Hours.

23. "Good girl" / "Perfect girl" & e. Heatwave

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1050

Warnings - smut. cursing. javi is a menace.

Author's Note - I know i've taken a hiatus from writing mini fics to focus on my big series fics, but I got this request and had to write it asap. what can I say, I'm a sucker for my javi. honoured to be your first request my love!! <3

written as a part of my drabble/mini fic series, for my 500 followers/1k celebration!!

1k Celebration Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist. Main Masterlist.

There's just something about Javi when he's hot.

Colombia is warm, on any given day. But this summer, it's sweltering.

There's minimal air conditioning in the precinct, meaning the place is like sauna. Sweat is dripping down your back, plastering your hair to your face, sticking your thighs to your leather chair. Everyone's lethargic. It feels like the world is moving in slow motion.

Javier isn't helping. He's rolled his sleeves up his forearms, exposing gorgeous, corded muscle. His hair is damp, curling at the ends, falling in front of his face. He keeps panting, taking these deep, heavy breaths. Every now and again, he releases a deep groan that rumbles in his chest.

It's torture.

He's never looked more handsome. You're convinced that half of your body heat has been caused by Javier, not the humidity. It only gets worse throughout the day. There's a fire lit within you, and Javi's only adding to the kindling.

You undo the first few buttons of your blouse, fanning yourself with a case file. Mostly everyone is leaving the precinct, going home as soon as the clock hits five. You've opted to stay, completely behind on your mountain of paperwork. You look across the room briefly, and see that Javi's still at his desk, choosing to stay too.

The two of you are the only ones left, working in comfortable silence. The heat doesn't let up, swallowing you both slowly but steadily. You look over at Javier to see that he's unbuttoned his shirt, his chest almost fully exposed. For a fleeting moment, you imagine sinking your teeth into the flesh of it. Man, you need to cool off.

You're lost in your thoughts when Javi sits down on your desk, making you jump.

"What are you thinkin' about, hermosa?" he drawls. "It's got you blushin'."

"Nothing," you reply defiantly.

"No? You see, you got a look in your eye. I know that look. I've seen a lot of women give me that look."

"Oh yeah? All your whores?"

"Now, now, cariño. Don't get jealous. Although, it does look good on you."

Javier slides along the desk until he's at the edge of it, as close to you as he can be. From this distance, he's got a nice view directly down your blouse. You catch him staring, and quirk a brow.

"Do you mind?" you tease, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"Oh, hermosa," he drawls lowly. "You wouldn't be showin' all this cleavage if you didn't want me to see."

"I got too hot, you perv. We're in a damn heatwave."

"It is hot in here, now that you mention it," he murmurs, tracing his fingers up your arm, towards your collarbone. "Maybe we should cool you off a little."

He runs his fingertips over your throat gently, until he reaches the collar of your blouse. He slips it off your shoulder, and leans forward, kissing a gentle kiss to your bare skin.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, sweet thing," he whispers against your neck.

You whine in response, and tangle a hand in his hair, pulling him into you.

"Don't stop. Please, Javi."

"Oh, I think you sayin' my name like that is the prettiest sound I've ever heard," he smirks.

Javier kicks your chair out from the desk, and moves to settle on his knees between your legs. He licks a stripe from your ankle to your upper thigh, groaning when he tastes the salt on your skin.

"Javi," you breathe. "What if someone walks in?"

"Relax, hermosa," he reassures against your leg. "No one comes back to work on a Friday night."

"You better hope that's true-" Javier cuts you off by mouthing at you over your underwear, revelling in the dampness of the fabric.

"You taste so fuckin' sweet," he murmurs in disbelief. "Waited to do this for so long."

"You have?" you question shakily, keeping your hand firmly planted in his hair.

"I think of you everytime I touch myself, hermosa. You're all I can think about. You, you, always you."

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls them off, shoving them into his pocket. Javi wastes no time, diving straight into you with vigour. You tug at his hair instinctively and he groans, deep and guttural. The vibrations make you keen.

Javier slips a finger into you, panting when he feels how warm you are. He thrusts in and out steadily, before adding a second. He curls them on the up stroke, chuckling when he hits a certain spot.

"Oh, baby," he coos. "Right there? Is that it, hmm?"

You nod in response, hips writhing in the chair.

"Where are your words, pretty girl? Have I made you dumb, huh? Always knew you'd be so pliant, so obedient. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, yes. All for you, Javi."

"Fuck," he groans. "Good girl. My perfect girl."

He can tell you're close when your thighs start to shake. You tug him closer to you by his brown curls, fingers tightening and pulling.

"You're almost there, aren't you? Atta girl," he encourages, speeding up the rhythm of his digits. His other hand moves to splay across your abdomen, pushing your hips down to stop you from moving.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me. I want it. Come on, sweet thing. Fuck, please, honey."

His low, rumbled words are what push you over the edge. Your hips buck and your grip on him tightens, white hot pleasure burning through your veins. He talks you through it, whispering praises and encouragements until you go slack.

"You're a goddamn liar," you tell him when you've caught your breath.

"Hmm?" he murmurs from where he's looking up at you with those chocolate eyes, resting his head against your thigh.

"You said you'd cool me off. You've made me ten times fucking hotter, asshole."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through your bones where you're connected.

"You wanna come home with me, take a cold shower?"

You laugh in disbelief, shoving at his shoulder playfully.

"Fine. But only because your apartment is closer than mine."

"No other reason?" he winks, grabbing your hands to help you to your feet.

"No other reason."

You both know that's a lie.

[kirsteng42]

I “loved” this as I would have been the same, who wouldn’t??? A little bit angsty there to. I’m exactly the same as you Mariana, I get stupid jealous when Javi is with women, never used to I am now. I thought you were meant to get better with age!

WE CAN'T 💔 - DRABBLE

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: you go on a stakeout with Javier and Murphy and that helps you change your mind about Javi

(this is just a drabble ❤️)

Warnings: angst hehehe

A/N: I decided to write this drabble because I'm crazy and I feel jealous of Javi 😳

1k words

Shifting uncomfortably in the backseat, you looked out the window, bored to death as you had to hear all kinds of jokes and teasing from Steve, while Javier elbowed him silently every five minutes, sort of pretending you weren't there, hoping you wouldn't get what the jokes were about. You didn't even want to come in the first place, stakeouts weren't part of your job and they could only go two ways: slow and boring, or violent and dangerous. You shouldn't have even been there, but Steve and Javi had insisted on it so you'd get more field experience as they said.

Perhaps you would've agreed if the stakeout actually had a purpose, if you were waiting for something meaningful to happen, something that could actually add up to the case and helped you all catch Escobar. However, waiting outside a whorehouse for a guy named McPickle to finish fucking some hooker was the kind of experience you didn't actually see it as enriching for you.

It was hot, sunny, you were thirsty and sweating, and it bothered you each time Murphy joked about that being Peña's favorite brothel in the city, or how Javier immediately cleared his throat and tried to convince the two of you that a friend of his had told him about that place. It was just embarrassing and awkward for the three of us, when it was obviously a lie, Javier had been to that place more times he'd been to work probably, and that fact made your guts churned; it wasn't like you tried to be dramatic but it sort of felt like you'd been stabbed through the heart; it just bothered you and made you feel uncomfortable, you didn't like to think of Javier with any other woman at all, it was dumb and territorial but if he had asked you on a date, you really didn't want to sit around and listen to his review of best prostitutes around.

He didn't dare looking back at you, so he definitely missed the moment you rolled your eyes or how you scoffed, crossing your arms and watched out of the window as the door opened and a couple of women with lingerie walked a guy outside.

"That's freckles…" Javi bluntly said right before exiting the vehicle with Murphy.

While Steve walked towards McPickle and shook his head, Javi took a slower step and placed his hand on his waist. You couldn't actually hear what they were saying to the man, their conversation wasn't loud, but you were able to see and hear it pretty well when Javi raised his hand and greeted the prostitute

"¡Hola, Vanessa!"

And of course she smiled big and giggled, blowing him a kiss. Who wouldn't act like that when Javier Peña threw his charms?

You made room for McPickle, who smirked at you, but you just groaned showing the disgust in your face as Murphy got behind the wheel and drove off.

•••

You sighed the moment you heard the knock on your door, knowing exactly who it was and fighting yourself the urge of ignoring it, it would probably be easier that way, but you couldn't just do that, you knew you had to give an explanation.

Getting up from the couch, you walked the door, opening it and finding Javier standing there, he had his leather jacket on, over one of his colorful shirts. He leaned on his arm at your door and smirked, looking Jo and down at you.

"Hey cariño, are you ready for our date?" Though he enjoyed seeing your body in your stay-in short clothes, he could tell you weren't ready to go out just yet

"Did I get here too early? I can wait for you to doll up for me" he winked but you shook your head

"I'm sorry Javi, but I can't go on a date with you, I really am… but I just can't"

"Why?"

"It was the stakeout… I mean, we were in front of one of your favorite whorehouses, which means you've been to more than one multiple times, you recognized the hooker and not only that, you know her real name… I'm so sorry Peña, but that changed my view on you" you sighed sadly

"What? Are you fucking serious? Don't act like you didn't know it-"

"Javi, I knew it, of course, everyone in Colombia knows you like prostitutes, but seeing is different from only hearing it, it is a lot worse… You know, if we went out today what would happen? We'd have dinner, a couple of drinks, we'd go back to your apartment, you'd fuck me on the couch or in bed, the same place you've fucked all of them and then the next day I'd go back to being nothing more than a co-worker. This is not who I am, Javier, I want more, I deserve something more than being your escort for the night, and you don't do relationships, I can't change for you, and you can't change for me"

You explained to him your reasons as he stared at you with an indecipherable expression. His deep brown eyes gazed up and down one last time before sighing and clenching his jaw. He seemed to let all your words sink in, as if he were really taking into account what you were saying.

Finally, he scoffed and stared at you

"Fuck this" he said turning his back and walked away.

Later that night, Vanessa knocked on his door so he could have some fun for the night, though your words stung him, being deep into his mind. He hadn't chosen to have feelings for you, but he did, and he was a fool to think you would ever give him the time of the day. He knew you were more than simply his lay for the night, but it was all his damaged heart could offer you. At the same time he couldn't change his ways, so he accepted he would stick to a paid company and you would stay away from him, after all, you and Javi were simply incompatible.

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A/N: please besties don't kill me, but I get so jealous when he says hi to Vanessa 🔪

[angelickks]

04. NORMAN FUCKING ROCKWELL - Javier Peña

▶︎ •၊၊||၊“You fucked me so good I almost said 'I love you'" He’s chaotic. You’re worse. You fight. You fuck. You stay.

𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑽. ᯓ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑼𝑬 ☰ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐊

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝑹𝑼𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 • pedro pascal mlist!

warning(s). nsfw. mdni 18+. toxic relationship dynamics. fighting during sex. unprotected p in v. rough sex. dom!javi. hair pulling. manhandling. power struggle. possessiveness. degredation. oral f!recieving. bruising/marking. mutual obsession. mentions of alcohol. self destructive behavior. arguing during sex.

pairing. javier peña x fem!reader

IT STARTS LIKE IT ALWAYS DOES: UGLY. The kind of kissing that feels like revenge. His mouth bruising yours, hands in your hair, yours clawing at his shirt like it insulted you. You don’t undress—just rip, tug, shove fabric aside until there’s nothing left between you but sweat and rage and all the things neither of you will say out loud.

“You never shut the fuck up,” Javier snaps, voice thick with heat and venom. “Just once, I want to fuck you without hearing your mouth run.”

“Then find someone quieter,” you hiss, teeth bared, daring him. “I’m sure there’s plenty of girls who’ll shut up and swallow your bullshit—” He drops to his knees between your legs so fast you stumble back against the wall, breath caught in your throat.

“Shut up,” he growls—and then he buries his mouth in your pussy like he’s starving. Your head hits the plaster with a soft thud, hands clawing for purchase as he licks up your slit, sloppily, possessively. His nose presses against your clit, the stubble on his jaw burning your thighs raw as he eats you like a man possessed—like this is the only way he knows how to win the argument.

“Still talkin’?” he mumbles into you. His voice is wet, sticky with arousal and pride. “Didn’t think so.” You moan, ragged and high. Your fingers twist in his hair and tug hard, but he just groans against you, tongue dragging deeper, lapping like he’s addicted to the taste of your fury.

You come like that—grinding on his face, choking on his name, thighs clenching around his head as he holds you open and makes you fucking feel it. Before your body can even stop trembling, before the last aftershock of your orgasm has finished rippling through your thighs, he’s got you flipped over the side of the bed—face-first into the sheets, ass up, dragging his leaking cock alongside spit and cum soaked heat. Your knees barely hit the mattress before he’s shoving them apart with rough hands.

Old bruises in the shape of his fingers bloom like faded tattoos across your hips and ass—his brand, his proof. He sees them, hums low and possessive like he’s proud of them.

“I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet,” Javier spits, voice wrecked with lust and fury. One hand tangles itself in your hair, forcing you to arch your back. The other fists the base of his cock, guiding himself to your soaked entrance like he’s done it a hundred times before—and he has.

He sinks into you in one brutal, punishing thrust. No hesitation, no mercy.

You gasp, arch deepening, legs trembling under the weight of him. Your walls clench around him instinctively, still hypersensitive from the orgasm he just tore out of you. He groans, deep and guttural, bending forward until his chest is flush against your back, breath hot on your neck.

“This little pussy still so fuckin’ greedy after all that?” he growls, dragging his hips back slow, almost teasing, before slamming forward again.

You whimper his name, trying to twist, to find leverage, but he just growls low in your ear and moves his grip on your wrists—wrapping them in one large hand and pinning them to the small of your back like it’s nothing. Like you’re nothing but his to handle.

He fucks you harder. Each thrust a calculated punishment. Each slap of his hips against your ass a reprimand for everything you refuse to say.

This is always how it is with him—always the same cycle. The tension, the waiting, the biting words over cheap whiskey and whatever man you danced too close to in front of him. The build-up to the blowout. The fire. The fallout.

You love it. He hates that you love it. But he’s worse.

It’s pain and pleasure twisted together like the lace panties he tore from your body ten minutes ago—ripped down the side, discarded on the floor, barely remembered in the heat of it all. He'll half-heartedly promise to replace them, like he always does, murmured against your neck in the morning when you're pretending it didn't mean anything. Neither of you will name it. Not love, not obsession. But it’s something.

And you? You’ve never been one to back down from a fight. Especially not with Javier Peña. Not even with your cum dripping down your thighs and his cock buried so deep it hurts. Not even when he’s using your body like a weapon and you’re letting him—begging for it, really. So you do what you do best.

You taunt him. You get mean.

You look over your shoulder, mouth twisted in a wicked little grin despite the way your body trembles beneath him. You grind back against his cock like you’re unbothered. Like he doesn’t ruin you every damn time.

“That all you got, huh?” you sneer, voice ragged but daring. “Thought you were supposed to fuck me stupid, not soft.”

The snarl that leaves his throat is animalistic. He lets go of your wrists only to grab a fistful of your hair once again and yank your head back hard, baring your throat to the room.

“Oh, you wanna be fucked stupid?” he spits, his voice pure gravel as he slams into you, deep and mean and unrelenting. “You little fuckin’ brat.”

And this? This is your favorite part.

When he stops pretending to be good. When he gets mean. When he gives in. When the only thing he can do is fuck you like a man possessed—because it’s the only way he knows how to say you’re his.

[jpbpxma]

mile high club;

content warnings/tags: nsfw, contains smut, sex on an airplane, javier peña x f!reader.

The air conditioning of the first class cabin makes you shiver. You're annoyed at yourself for wearing only a dress - caught up in your excitement at the thought of finally going on a vacation with your boyfriend. Javier settles into his seat next to you noisily before looking over to smile at you, when he notices you shivering. Putting his hand up to catch the flight attendant's attention, he calls her over, "Could we get a blanket, please? " She nods and goes to retrieve it while Javier puts his warm hand over yours and gives it a squeeze. She returns and hands the neatly folded blanket to him, which he unfurls and drapes across both of your laps, pulling it up over your shoulders.

You rest your head on Javier's shoulder as you casually watch some random movie he chose, genre being romance of course, his favourite. After some time passes, you feel yourself getting sleepy. You're close to dozing off when you feel his hand that had been resting on your knee, under the blanket, slowly trace a purposeful path up your thigh, lifting your dress up with it. Now fully alert, you raise and turn your head to look at him questioningly, to which he simply responds with the corner of his mouth lifting up and leans in close to kiss you full on the lips. You happily return the kiss as his fingers grip at your thigh, the other hand sliding into your hair to pull you closer.

As he's kissing you, his hand on your thigh makes it way up into your inner thighs, stretching his fingers to part your legs. You grab his arm tightly when he slides his fingertips up and down over your lips before moving up to press against your clit, making you let out a quiet moan unexpectedly. Wanting to return the favour, you slip your hand under the blanket and rub over the bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans. You feel his body shudder in response and you apply more pressure with your palm, he gasps a little mid kiss and you feel his hot breath against your face.

He starts rubbing quick, tight circles right on your clit, making you arch your back and stifle a groan of pleasure, as you palm him harder. You can't help but stare at the way he bites his bottom lip to hold back any sounds, he's just so pretty. You both freeze when you see the flight attendant passing by with a noisy cart on the other side of the aisle. You stay frozen when you realize how disheveled you two look from your sinful deeds and you definitely wanted more than what you could do here in this small, very public space.

"Maybe we should do this somewhere more private? " He asks you, clearly thinking the same thing. You nod and move to stand up, letting the blanket drop and pulling your dress down hastily - not before you notice his eyes dragging across the exposed skin with half-lidded eyes. "Wait a minute and then come join me," you tell him and he nods quickly. You turn your body away from him and step across in front of him but before you could walk away, he places both hands on your hips and pulls you down onto his lap. The sudden movement startles you and you gasp as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You feel his bulge pushing against your ass as you sit on his lap and he leans forward to whisper into your ear, "Oops, turbulence I guess." Javier chuckles as you panickedly sit up even though the cabin was nearly empty and no one was paying you two any attention. "One minute," you breathe out, trying to calm your flustered self. Javier just nods and laughs again, smacking your ass lightly when you step out into the aisle and head straight for the washroom. God, he's such a dick. There's no one around the door and when you look back at him, he nods at you once, smiling with a wink, as you enter and close the door behind you.

You're buzzing with anticipation as you try to calm yourself down by taking in your surroundings. This is your first time in a first class washroom and you notice it's roomier than economy washrooms, although not by much. You check yourself out in the mirror, fixing you hair and swiping your lipstick that's been smudged. Biting your lip, you start to wonder if a minute has always been this long when you hear a noise outside the door - almost like a tapping sound rather than an actual knock. You open the door quickly to see Javier standing outside with one arm propped on the door frame, looking over at you with a knowing smirk.

Smiling back at him, you grab ahold of his jeans by the waist and pull him towards you before you close the door and lock it. His hands rest on your hips immediately as his body is forced to be close to yours in the small space. He leans closer and claims your lips again in a kiss, his lips feel so soft and warm, you feel yourself melting into the kiss. While you're kissing, he turns you around, slowly backing you into the door with his whole body pressing up against you. He moves one of his hands up to cup your cheek while your arms snake around his shoulders, pulling him into you. His fingers squeeze the flesh on your hips, then move to wrap his arm around your waist and pull your hips forward so they meet his.

You let out a gasp when you feel him grind his hips into yours and you feel how hard he is again. He takes this opportunity to wander his tongue into your mouth, kissing you hungrily as he continues to grind against you. You're moaning into his mouth, gripping his shoulder tightly as you feel yourself getting wetter, your core tingling at the feeling. He groans as you move your hips against him faster, the friction felt delicious. You gasp at how good it feels, but this wasn't enough, you definitely needed more. "Hmm, Javier," you moan out, moving to stop his hips so you can pull down his jeans and boxers.

He stares at your face with lust-filled, dark eyes as you do this, lifting your dress up and pulling you panties down. He takes one of your thighs and lifts it up so he’s holding your leg around his waist. You take his cock in your hand and stroke him gently, rubbing your thumb over his tip; he hisses, his grip on your thigh tightening, his fingers pressing dents into your skin. He takes over, pushing himself into you, until he’s all the way in. You moan breathlessly, gripping his biceps as he stays still to let you adjust. You squirm a little when you’re ready for him to move, wriggling your hips, unable to speak. Fortunately, he understands and begins to move.

His thrusts are hard and focused, angling himself and holding your thigh up securely so he hits your sweet spot every time. You moan louder than you expected, quivering a bit as he thrusts into you. Your mouth hangs open as you glance over to see the reflection of you both in the almost full-sized mirror. You're transfixed by how sexy Javier looks, his hair all touseled, concentrated on moving in and out of you while scrunching his face to control his pleasure. You watch him as he drops his head back, eyes closed and as his lips parted in a almost smile, low groans escaping his throat.

A rush of pleasure floods through you as you watch him, you turn your head back forward and pull Javier in to kiss him again. This kiss is deep and intense right from the start, he wraps his long fingers around the nape of your neck to hold you tightly. He smells so incredible; you feel like you're in a haze, enveloped in lust, musk and linen. The combination of all of this stimulation along with the element of danger of being caught is enough to have you climaxing like you never have before. You moan as you come, mouth agape, eyes closed, your head leaning against the wall.

Lost in your own orgasm, you hadn't noticed that he had orgasmed with you, now panting heavily. He holds you close to his body as you both come down from your high when suddenly, you're interrupted by a knock on the door and someone asking if the washroom was free. You both freeze instantly, but Javier quickly gathers himself and replies, "Sorry, it's occupied." As you hear receding footsteps, you let out a huge breath you didn't realize you were holding. He laughs at this, "You were really scared, huh? Poor baby." You smack him on the chest, rolling your eyes, "You're an idiot, Javier Peña." He laughs again and sighs happily, resting his forehead on yours.

[danidrabbles]

ok dani here’s a headcanon for you - i think ezra likes it when he has to shut up during sex, when he’s with someone who makes him stop talking for a change

Astrid, you sent me this in November 2021... It was supposed to be a five sentences challenge, but between three years ago and now, I went in a different direction. Sorry for the wait, but think it might have been worth it 😌

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+!, smut, also: spoilers for Prospect)

You’ve been on the Green Moon together for two months now.

Ezra, hesitant to go back after what happened the last time he was here, was eventually won over because of the filters Kaslo Porting installed. Spore counts are low and dust is absent from the surface. On your joint income, you got a better landing pod - large enough to fit a bed, an ultrasonic shower. When it’s dark, it almost resembles an apartment. It’s where you spend the time you aren’t prospecting. You spend the day in the forest, finding and harvesting Aurelac, watching as Ezra extracts the gems. Even one-handed, he’s good at it, much better than you, efficiently switching between chemicals and tools. 

Today’s harvest is fruitful; your collection case is almost full, which means you can almost go home. When you return to your pod, you share a meal. After, you take turns to freshen up, the vibrations relieving some of the ache in your arms and back. 

When you step out of the shower, Ezra’s in bed, and you make your way to him. You watch as he turns the pages of the magazine in his lap in search of something, keeping the paper down with his palm when he finds what he’s looking for. His reading glasses are perched on the tip of his nose, threatening to slip off… until you reach down and carefully push them back up. Without looking up from his reading, he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand in thanks.

“Do you think we should get this new edition of the Crusader Laser Scalpel?” he asks.

“New edition?” you reply. “It’s probably too expensive.”

Ezra looks up at you with a smile. “Not after we bring our case of gold back up.”

You lift the magazine, turning it so you can read. “Ralon’s latest laser tool for precision cutting now comes with a glove that effectively lowers the required skill level of individuals during harvesting,” you recite while you climb in Ezra’s lap. “Do you really think we need that?”

“The glove might… aid me with my cramps,” he says carefully, clenching and unclenching his fist. 

Your expression immediately softens. Closing the magazine, you put it next to his pillow, before taking off his reading glasses, folding them neatly and putting them on top of the glossy front cover. Taking his hand in yours, you massage his palm. “We'll get it when we get back,” you agree. 

Giving you a thankful smile, Ezra slumps back against the headboard, eyes slipping closed as you relieve the pain in his hand. His hips buck under you when your thumb rolls over a good spot, and you bite your lip when you feel how your close proximity and ministrations affect him. 

“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmurs, his hand slipping from your grasp to settle on your warm thigh.

You stroke his face, thumb tracing the scar under his eye, sliding down his nose, over his moustache, to his full bottom lip. “About what?” you ask, amused, guiding his face closer.

A warm, rumbling sound leaves his throat when his mouth seals over yours. With a swipe of his tongue, he tastes you. “Making you sit on my cock,” he answers between kisses.

“Hmm, is that so?” you smile, heat pooling in your stomach at the simple admission. Reaching between the two of you, you pull the waistband of his boxers down, hooking the fabric under his balls. Ezra pulls away from your mouth with a groan, allowing you to swipe your tongue over your palm and close it around his hardening cock. With a few strokes, you get him wet, using the rest of your saliva on yourself when you hook your underwear to the side and drag your hand between your legs. Twin moans fill the room when you press yourself down against him, your pussy sliding along his shaft with an experimental roll of your hips. “Like this?”

“Not how I envisioned it, but….,” he laughs around a groan when your stiff clit rolls over the swollen tip of his cock, “...as always that pretty head of yours knows just how to make my fantasies even more erotic.”

Heated pride tingles up your spine. The muscles in your thighs work with more deliberation to move yourself up and down over his cock, your hands sliding up over Ezra’s bare chest to his shoulders to give yourself more leverage. A helpful hand reaches down, clamping over the soft skin at your hip to guide your movements while Ezra's thumb hooks your underwear out of the way.

His gaze is trained on the way he disappears between the lips of your pussy, babbling all the while, choruses of “Yeah, fuck”s, “Just like that”s, and “Don’t stop”s, mixed in with curious, affectionate nicknames for you he seems to be making up on the spot. On his third “It’s so good like this,” you shush him with a little laugh.

“Can’t,” he says, the word coming out breathy. “Not unless you were to make me.”

Your hips twitch when you drag yourself over him at a new angle, “Hmm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He looks up and something changes in his expression, with a glint in his eye and a subtle upturn of one of the corners of his mouth. One of the hands you have on his shoulder moves, your thumb dipping in the hollow of his throat. “How?” you ask, fingers tightening on the side of his neck. “Like this?”

His throat bobs under your touch, voice rough when he says, “Close.”

With a frown, your hand slides upward, the slight stubble there scraping against your palm. Your fingers dig into the skin below his jaw. “Here?”

“Closer,” he manages. Sweat begins gathering at his brow, and his face turns a pretty shade of red.

Straightaway, your hand lifts from his neck to dig a thumb and forefinger into his cheeks, shoving his head back against the headboard. “Show me,” you growl, grinding down against him.

You expect him to cover your hand with his, to guide you to the right place and squeeze where he needs it. You don’t expect his mouth to open, his tongue to roll out, his eyes to find yours, shiny with lust… Something in you takes over, makes two fingers of the hand you hold his face with slide over his waiting tongue. His lips close around the digits immediately, his tongue swirling around them before he hollows his cheeks with a suck. When you begin to pull back, he whines, sucking harder until his mouth opens around your fingers. “That’s i–”

“Shh,” you say sharply. Your fingers thrust into his mouth, the tips of them skating along the back of his tongue and pushing down. His groan is muffled, saliva sputtering out over the back of your hand when he gags, tears springing into his eyes while you draw little circles over the slick muscle under your fingers. His cock throbs against your cunt, hardening under you while you clench on his shaft and coat him in more of your arousal. “Those are pretty sounds, Ezra. Those are the only ones I want to hear from you.” 

Ezra’s eyes stay on yours, glazing over while his jaw drops further, allowing you to repeat your actions. Prepared this time, his throat only makes a squelching sound in response. It goes straight between your legs when it fills the room as you fuck his throat, when a thick string of spit begins sliding down his chin.

“I’m gonna make you come like this, baby,” you promise, your hips picking up speed as you spread your fingers on his tongue, before thrusting them back into the back of his throat. “And afterwards, I’m going to sit on this handsome face.”

[jinxispunk]

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-> darlin' (pre-outbreak joel miller x f!reader) ☼

a lazy sunday morning in austin

-> present (post-outbreak joel miller x f!reader) ☼⛈

joel wakes you up from a nightmare

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[all-the-things-2020]

No Better Place - Bonus Chapter

Bonus Chapter! “The Proposal” — Just a bit of fluff. I always knew Linus would have a hand (paw?) in Javi’s proposal to Cassidy. Time wise, it takes place between chapters 21 and 22.

Javier Pena was scared. Which was bullshit, because he was never scared. He’d faced sicarios and hired assassins in Colombia, his own father when he’d come home drunk off his ass in high school, even a fucking rattlesnake hiding under the log he’d sat down on while on a camping trip when he was ten. Nervous — hell, yeah, he’d been nervous a million times in his life, but never truly scared. Not like this.

He toyed with the worn velvet box in his hands. It’s no big deal, he told himself. She’s made it abundantly clear that she wants a life with you. This is just formalizing the arrangement. Still, he felt his throat start to close up every time he started to think about actually saying the words. It had been easy with Lorraine. He’d just done what everyone expected him to do, and he really hadn’t even had to ask her. She’d kind of assumed and he’d gone with the flow. But this … this was different.

Cassidy had never pushed him, never even mentioned marriage. Javi knew that he could keep his mouth shut, let things continue the way they were, and she’d be perfectly happy. A home together, even kids — none of that was dependent on a ring or a piece of paper. And yet, Javi felt like she deserved more. After all the shit she’d been through with her ex, Cassidy needed to know that he was going to be there forever.

She was away right now, visiting her mother. It was not her idea, but she’d been guilted into it because her Momma’s Aunt Lydia was sick and not doing well. “She says it’s my duty to see a poor old woman on her death bed,” Cassidy had said as she packed her suitcase. “If Auntie Lydia dies without seeing me one last time, I’ll never hear the end of it. Besides, I always did like her. She snuck me extra candy all the time. The good stuff, too, not that nasty old hard stuff she kept in the candy dish in her living room. Told me it was just as important to be myself as it was to be a proper Southern lady.”

The entire time she’d been gone, he’d been coming up with and then rejecting ideas for how to propose. Big romantic gestures were not his style, so champagne and rose petals were out of the question. Should he get down on one knee? Should he have a speech prepared or just wing it?

“What do you think, buddy?,” he asked Linus. The cat flicked an ear but didn’t reply. “Fat lot of good you are,” Javi mumbled. Linus yawned immensely and tucked his head under his arm. “She’ll be home soon and I still have no idea what to do.”

He sighed and sat the ring box on the coffee table before leaning back on the couch, covering his eyes with a forearm. His head was starting to hurt from overthinking this. He knew his dad would say all Cassidy needed were the four simple words. Will. You. Marry. Me. But Javi wanted it to be special, something she’d remember for the rest of her life, a story she could tell their grandkids someday.

He felt Linus stand up and stretch, the vibrations from the cat’s muscles traveling through the couch cushions. Javi envied the animal’s flexibility; he could hardly get up from a chair without making that little grunt he’d always associated with old people. Cassidy said he needed to stretch more, and Monica was bugging him to join the yoga class she attended after work on Wednesdays, but he kept brushing them off.

Linus jumped to the coffee table with a little thump and Javi opened his eyes just in time to see him bat the ring box onto the floor. “You little shit!” As he reached for the box, Linus hopped down and swatted it again, sending it flying underneath the couch.

“Seriously?” Javi grumbled as he got down on the floor. There wasn’t much clearance under the couch and he had to push the coffee table out of the way and lay flat on his stomach in order to reach for the box. Linus joined him, amused at having Daddy down at his level.

“Can you fetch?” Javi asked. The box was just out of reach and he squirmed forward, trying to get his arm an inch or two further under the couch. Linus simply purred and butted his head against Javi’s.

Suddenly, the cat jumped to his feet and darted away, just as Javi’s fingertips closed on velvet.

“What the hell are you doing?” Javi jumped up and back, banging his head on the coffee table. He rolled onto his back, looking up at a bemused Cassidy, who stood over him, Linus flirting around her ankles.

“Just retrieving something your little friend hid under the couch,” Javi said. Damn, that hurt. He rubbed at the knot that was already forming on his head.

“What was so important it couldn’t wait until the next time I sweep out his toy cache?” Cassidy said, squatting down and laying her hand on his sore head. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face with her thumb.

“Oh, nothing,” Javi stammered, trying to hide the box in his fist. Cassidy grabbed his hand and peeled his fingers back until she had revealed the velvet case.

“Is … is that what I think it is?,” she asked, dropping onto her knees.

Javi swallowed. “Um, yeah, it is,” he said. “It was my abuela’s.” His mouth was dry and he couldn’t meet her eyes.

Cassidy carefully took the box from his hand and opened it. The delicate silver ring, set with a tiny diamond and emerald, sparkled in the light from the lamp on the side table. “Oh, Javi, it’s … the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.

“It’s not very big,” he said, but she cut him off.

“It’s perfect,” she said firmly. “Nothing like that monstrosity my mom wears.” She shuddered. “I always thought it looked gaudy and cheap. This … this is exquisite.”

She lifted it out of the box and held it up to the light. Javi wanted to say something but his tongue felt too big for his mouth all of a sudden.

“I’d like to wear it,” Cassidy said after a long moment.

Javi nodded. “Okay,” he managed to say.

She tilted her head. “I think you’re supposed to ask me a question first,” she said drily.

Javi laughed nervously. “Oh, yeah, right … shit … I’ve been trying to think of the best way to do this and now … I have no idea what to say.”

“Just ask the damn question, Javi,” she said.

He nodded again. “Okay, yeah. Um, Cassidy … will you marry me?”

She laid a hand against his cheek. “Of course I will, you big idiot,” she said sweetly. Now he could finally meet her eyes and he felt stupid for making such a big deal out of the whole thing. He smiled and pressed his lips against hers.

She pulled back from the kiss and slipped the ring onto her finger. “It’s a pretty good fit,” she said. “Just like you and me.”

As Javi wrapped his arms around her to kiss her again, he saw Linus sitting smugly on the coffee table, looking down at them. You’re a pretty good wing man, buddy, Javi thought, giving the cat a wink. Linus flicked an ear and started washing his face. His work was done.