#javier peña headcanon

[creedslove]

°•° MASTERLIST °•°

HEADCANONS

• First headcanons masterlist HERE

• Second headcanons masterlist HERE

• Third headcanons masterlist HERE

PEDRO PASCAL

One Shot:

• Diamond Ring 💍 (angst)

• Pool Party ☀️ (fluff)

• The One Where Pedro Breaks Your Heart (angst)

Series:

• Betrayed - PART ONE

• Betrayed - PART TWO

• Betrayed - PART THREE

• Betrayed - PART FOUR

• Betrayed - PART FIVE

• Betrayed - PART SIX

• Betrayed - PART SEVEN

• Betrayed - PART EIGHT

• Betrayed - PART NINE

• Betrayed - FINAL CHAPTER

Requests:

• Pedro is asleep on set (fluff)

• Comforting Pedro after a nightmare (angst and fluff)

• Pedro finds your lost puppy (fluff)

JAVIER PEÑA

One Shot:

• At Gunpoint (smut)

• Keeping your picture 💋 (fluff)

• Cariño mio (fluff)

Series:

• Deserve It (angst/fluff) - PART ONE

• Deserve It (angst) - PART TWO

• Deserve It (angst) - PART THREE

• Deserve It (angst) - PART FOUR

• Deserve It (angst) - PART FIVE

• Deserve It (angst) - PART SIX

• Deserve it (angst) - PART SEVEN

• Deserve it (smut) - PART EIGHT

• Deserve it (fluff) - PART NINE

• Deserve it (angst) - PART TEN

• Deserve It (fluff) - PART ELEVEN

• Deserve It (smut) - PART TWELVE

• Deserve It (fluff/smut) - PART THIRTEEN

• Deserve It (angst) - PART FOURTEEN

• Deserve It (smut/fluff) - PART FIFTEEN

• Deserve It (angst) - PART SIXTEEN

• Deserve It (angst/fluff) - PART SEVENTEEN

• Deserve It (fluff) - PART EIGHTEEN

• Deserve It (fluff/smut/angst) - PART NINETEEN

• Deserve It (fluff) - FINAL PART

• Deserve It (fluff/smut) - EPILOGUE

Headcanons:

• Nail kink

• Kinks

• NSFW ALPHABET

Drabbles:

• We can't 💔 (angst)

• We can't 💔 - PART TWO (angst)

• You're mine (fluff)

• Macarena 🎊 (fluff)

• La Lluvia 🌧️ (fluff)

• Being a boy dad (fluff)

• Having an affair with you (angst)

JOEL MILLER

One shot:

• Sweet Hole 🍑 (smut)

• Sweet Hole 🍑 - PART TWO (smut)

• Sharing You - (smut)

• Who Knew? 💍💔 (angst)

• Who Knew? 💍💔 - PART TWO(angst)

• Who Knew? 💍💔 - PART THREE (angst)

• The Millers 💖 (fluff)

• The Millers 💖 - Halloween edition 🎃 (fluff)

Series:

BLISS

• Sleep Bliss 💤 (fluff)

• Shower Bliss 🫧 (fluff)

• Moonlight Bliss 🌙 (fluff)

• Baby Bliss 🍼 (fluff/angst)

• Baby Bliss 🍼 - PART TWO (fluff)

• Chocolate Cake Bliss 🎂 (fluff/smut)

• Storm Bliss ⛈️ (fluff)

• Family Bliss 🩷 (fluff)

• Rose Bliss 🌹 (fluff)

MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥

• Meant to Be ❤️‍🔥 (angst/fluff)

• Meant to Be ❤️‍🔥 (angst/fluff) - PART TWO

Requests:

• Joel's baby is sick and only calms down when he gets home (fluff)

Drabbles:

• Joel meets you at the gym

• The Miller Christmas 🎄

• Don't do this 💍

AGENT WHISKEY

Series:

• Heartless 💔 (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART TWO (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART THREE (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART FOUR (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART FIVE (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART SIX (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART SEVEN (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART EIGHT (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART NINE (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART TEN (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART ELEVEN (angst);

• Heartless 💔 - PART TWELVE (angst/fluff)

• Heartless 💔 - PART THIRTEEN (fluff)

• Heartless 💔 - PART FOURTEEN (fluff/angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART FIFTEEN (fluff/angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART SIXTEEN (smut)

• Heartless 💔 - PART SEVENTEEN (angst)

• Heartless 💔 - PART EIGHTEEN (fluff/smut)

• Heartless 💔 - PART NINETEEN (fluff/angst)

One shots:

• Whiskey Intoxication 🥃

• Utterly His 🥃

DAVE YORK

Imagine:

• Dave falling onto his knees for you

MARCUS PIKE

One shots:

• Re-encounter 🎨 (one shot)

• The Pike Christmas 🎄

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[oliviajdjarin]

Javier Peña: Call Me Javi

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (afab; she/her)

Excerpt: “His hands found their way to your waist as he walked you further and further backward, obviously having your apartment memorized like the back of his hand, and lifted you against the wall. You let a whine escape into his mouth, his facial hair burning so good against you as you did, and he pulled away with a groan that sounded like he was near pain.

“Tell me Y/N,” he whispered, breathing as hard as he did after raids, “tell me if I need to stop, because I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Your brows creased together in slight confusion, but you whispered, “I will.”

He kissed you again, before sinking to his knees.”

Warnings: SMUTTT, slightly insecure reader, mentions of smoking, Javier is cocky (what’s new), oral female receiving, idiots in love.

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A/N: I needed some Javi in my life. I hope you enjoy :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be much appreciated <3

Pedro Masterlist

(gif credit to owner I owe you big time this gif absolutely ends me)

The rubber from his tires came into your apartment’s parking lot so hot they ignited not one spark, but a dozen, lighting up the dark Colombian sky. You could feel your legs beginning to quiver and shake, knowing who was behind that wheel. 

“Right now?” he had whispered over the phone. 

“Right now, Javier” you whispered back, “now or never.”

That wasn’t even ten minutes ago.

Javier Peña had been your acquaintance for two years, your coworker for one, and your friend for six months. The process had been slow, due to both of your unique issues and the fact that you were after the best drug lord that had ever lived, but you had gotten there eventually. He understood your humor--even the pieces of it dripping in a dark ink--and that was where your own spark began. The teasing began, then the bickering, then the long smokes outside after a day with more casualties than fingers on your hands where neither of you had to say anything. 

He had always been good at that, saying everything yet nothing at all. It was exactly what you needed in those moment, the silence of the unsaid pact between you: keep each other sane. Keep each other distracted. 

There was only one more step you had to take, one more figurative box to check to let Javier truly distract you from the bucket of shit day you had. You could see it in his eyes during those long smoking nights, the proposal for it, but he always read your eyes right back: Not yet.

It didn’t take very long or “not yet” to turn into “right now.”

Your heart crawled further and further up your throat when you heard his boots hit your carpeted floor, moving just fast enough to be subtle but fast enough for you to smirk, and you cracked your door open a sliver. 

He looked how he always looked, handsome with a drizzle of rugged. Your kryptonite. 

You took a deep breath before opening the door, reminding yourself that this is just Javier. The Javier who drinks black coffee, only black coffee, blushes at compliments, has a soft spot for cats, adores reality tv, and would never, ever hurt you.

You opened the door all the way when he made his way in front of it. His eyes were blown wide, the proposal from all those weeks ago present in his eyes, as well as...apprehension. Like he genuinely thought this would never happen, you would never say yes, and if he traced one valley of your skin, he would wake up. 

You smiled, enjoying this look on him, and nodded. 

He smiled too, and kissed you dizzy. 

He walked you back into the apartment, gently, and helped you close the door. His tongue teased yours as he locked it behind his back, and you both pulled away to smile. It weakened more than just your limbs. 

His hands found their way to your waist as he walked you further and further backward, obviously having your apartment memorized like the back of his hand, and lifted you against the wall. You let a whine escape into his mouth, his facial hair burning so good against you as you did, and he pulled away with a groan that sounded like he was near pain. 

“Tell me Y/N,” he whispered, breathing as hard as he did after raids, “tell me if I need to stop, because I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Your brows creased together in slight confusion, but you whispered, “I will.”

He kissed you again, before sinking to his knees. 

Suddenly, you realized everything he meant, all of it, and an exhale of fear escaped from you before you could stop it. 

His honey-dipped vanilla eyes met your own instantly, mouth formed into an o, and his hands removed themselves from your jeans.

“No, it’s okay,” you whispered, bringing his hands back to your thighs. “I--I’ve never had that before, that’s all. Just scared me.”

You had seen Javier angry before, but this wasn’t that. You’d seen him sad before, sad for you even, but this look wasn’t that either. It was...disappointment. That was it. Disappointment. Disappointment and resentment. 

“You haven’t?” he whispered, massaging your thighs. 

You shook your head. “No. I’ve asked for it, but--”

“And so you will have it,” he said, and practically ripped your jeans in two. Your underwear came down with it, and you were suddenly bare. The A/C hit you, igniting chills down your freshly-shaved legs, as well as the sweat from your kiss freezing its heat against your skin, and you were tempted to cover yourself completely. 

But Javier was looking at you in a way you had never seen before. 

He was kneeling there, examining your body like an artist to his sculpture, as if he...as if he might...

You wouldn’t go there. Not yet.

“Y/N,” he groaned against the skin of your shin, kissing all the way up to your pulsing core, “I think I’m dreaming.” 

And then he dove in. 

You had experienced pleasure before--quick fucks, your own hand, maybe even making love--but one lick of Javier’s tongue, one scrape of his moustache against your soft skin, one grip of his hands against your ass, and sparks brighter than the ones from his tire clogged your vision. 

You were in heaven, or maybe hell, whichever one had an eternity of this.

“Javi,” you whimpered as he mapped you out like the expert he was. Tunnels of fire shot up your thighs to your lower back causing it to arch, only pressing his mouth against you harder. Your right hand gripped his hair while your left gripped his leather jacket, your mouth could not keep itself shut, and tears burned your eyes as he licked and sucked and kissed right there--

“Javi, don’t you--don’t you dare stop.”

He pulled away from the obscene noises his mouth was making against you and said, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He ate you out for what had to have been hours and seconds. It felt endless yet not enough. Never enough. He finally worked his fingers up to you, entering you like butter, and another pathetic whine came from what had to have been you. You couldn’t even recognize yourself.

“Javi please--” you wheezed, your fire burning you alive, “I’m right there.”

“I feel it baby, I feel you,” he whispered against you, licking his lips. “Just a bit longer.”

He ate and ate and ate. You were there, then you weren’t, you were screaming, then silent, on the brink of release, then almost numb. He was etching his sculpture effortlessly, hitting you exactly where he wanted you to curve. 

You never wanted anything else that wasn’t him, that wasn’t this, him on the floor, your spine against the wall, his face between your legs.

Finally, your fire caught enough for you to grip his hair the way you had discovered he liked, and he kept going. You were there, right on the edge, your fire coiling inside you--

“Come on hermosa, come on,” he whispered against you, mouth dripping with you, “let me feel it, give it to me.”

And you did, so good it hurt.

Your back curved against the wall and sweat dripped down your shirt as he wiped you clean, licking from your chins up to your clit, fully wiping you down. With your heartbeat finally slowing you could hear more of the noises he was making.

He was nearly as pathetic as you.

Finally, you pulled his face up from between your legs and pressed his forehead to yours. His breath was a mix of nicotine and you, and his moustache was nearly damp. His cheeks were reddened as well as his neck, and his eyes...

...you had never seen them more black. 

You felt your way around his body, the two of you once again falling into the rhythm of saying everything and nothing, and your fingers traced their way to his bulge completely soaked. 

He didn’t—

You looked up at him, shock surely present on your face, and he immediately kissed you harder than he had all night. His mouth was wet and tired, but still giving you everything you wanted. Ever the hard worker. 

He pulled way to kiss your hairline and whispered, “Call me Javi from now on. I like it.” 

And with that, he was backing out of your apartment, away from you, a bead of you still dripping down his chin as he closed the door.

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[lokischocolatefountain]

Hiii if you’re still taking requests, could we have more angsty, jealous Javier? You write his character so good, i love all of it!!! Your married series was absolutely fantastic <3

Javier Peña is not a jealous man. The women he’s with have multiple partners beside him- they’re informants, sex workers, and a lot of times both. He’s no juvenile and doesn’t expect them to not do their job because he can’t share. Besides, there’s a clear transaction with these women- sex in exchange for dollar bills, intelligence in exchange for a visa.

Javier Peña is not a jealous man. At least he doesn’t think he is until he’s with her (the professor he ends up marrying). The relationship starts out casual. She’s a beautiful woman who frequents the restaurant he frequents. They do the decent mating dance of flirtation and buying each other coffee before he takes her back to her place and fucks her thoughts out of her head.

He makes it clear to her that he isn’t looking for something serious. He hasn’t told her the exact nature of her job, but she knows. She has seen the gun on him. She has seen him on a raid, tactical vest on and hand enclosed around his gun. She kicks him out, but only after giving him a kiss and telling him she’d like to do this again. They were on the same page. Until they weren’t.

He’s bad at drawing boundaries. He kissed prostitutes on the forehead, asked them about their young kids and ailing parents, let them drone on about their hopes and dreams. Sure it was important to cultivate a relationship with his informants so that when things got dangerous, they would continue to… inform. But he enjoyed it. He liked knowing the women he slept with, liked asking questions and answering their questions. It was the only human thing left in his life full of violence.

He cannot draw boundaries with her at all. He eats from her refrigerator, drinks her liquor and lies down on her lap and lets her read English literature to him. He picks her up from work sometimes and drops her back the morning after. He fixes her faulty plumbing without even being asked. He finds her carrying heavy bags of groceries and offers to drive her to her place. He takes her grocery shopping and restocks her fridge. He tells himself it’s because he eats so much of her food. Just repaying her.

He’s picking her up from work one night. It boils his blood to learn that he isn’t the only one waiting in the parking area for her. There’s another guy, a professor like her, and he walks with her to his car. He should’ve driven away as soon as he noticed her with another man. But he doesn’t. He stares hard enough to burn a hole in the dress she wore when he first slept with her. It was flattering on her figure, highlighting her best assets— her entire goddamn body. Clearly she wore this dress when she was hoping to get laid. He drives away before she could notice him. He finds someone else that night. Plenty of fish in the sea, right? Except he screams her name when he’s balls deep in Helena.

She’s at their restaurant the next morning, having breakfast and drinking coffee like she didn’t go fuck someone else just last night. He sits at his old table instead of joining her like he always did. She looks a little hurt by it, but quickly fixes her expression to smile at him. Good. Be hurt. He is aware he’s being irrational. And a pig. She was free to sleep with all of Bogotá if she wished. God knows he did. She wasn’t doing anything wrong just like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. But he’s angry at her anyway.

Work takes him to Medellin for days and when he returns, he finds himself at her doorsteps. He feels right at home in her arms, in her pussy, and he doesn’t want to let go. He doesn’t want to get up and leave even though everything in him is begging him to leave before it was too late. He struggles between the rational part of him that knows it’s best to leave and the irrational one that wants to pull her to his chest and fall asleep breathing her in. She makes the decision for him.

She’d asked in the nicest possible way to fuck right off. Well, not really. But she might as well have kicked him out. She asks for clarification “what are we doing, Javi?” There is it, he thinks. He was always clear about his intentions with women, but he’s had a few of them believe that they could “fix” him. Whatever the hell that meant. And he had to break their heart, tell them it was just sex like they’d originally agreed. But she surprises him.

She calls him out on his shit, tells him he’s giving her mixed signals with taking her grocery shopping and meeting her up at work. She tells him he can’t have it both ways. “I have a date with a colleague this Sunday. It’ll be weird if I’m with him, thinking about how sweet it was of you to take my car for an oil change. That’s not umm…it’s not fuckbuddy stuff.” It’s boyfriend stuff.

Her drawing the boundaries for him should’ve helped. But god it doesn’t. All he wants to do that week is walk into her university campus and punch that fucker who was taking his girl out on a date. It was stupid, dangerous and reprehensible. But fucking hell, he couldn’t do shit while thinking about her with another man. Would she let the guy fuck her in his car like she let him? Would she cry his name? Would she accidentally let a low Javi slip out of her pretty lips out of habit?

He stops visiting the restaurant. He doesn’t need breakfast anyway. He fucks other women, fucks his own fist, but none of them come close to the euphoria of being inside her, of kissing her and drinking her moans in just as he made her cum on his cock. Nobody comes close. It’s for the best. He cannot afford emotional entanglements. It was for her good that she pulled away when she did. This was no life for anyone and attaching herself to him would mean having to endure his shit.

He can’t stop thinking about her. He freezes in the middle of the fucking street with his gun pulled on some guy because he thinks he saw her in the distance. It’s not her, he knows that. She was in Bogotá and he was in Medellin. It’s not her. But he sees her in everything. He finds himself reading fiction, for fuck’s sake. He finds her panties stuffed into the cushions of his couch and smells it to get himself off. It was creepy as shit, but it’s the hardest he’s come since he stopped seeing her.

He drives by their restaurant and catches a glimpse of her having breakfast with that guy. At their restaurant, at their table. He’s filled with rage towards her new man, at her. How could she just take this guy to their restaurant and have breakfast at their table? Like he didn’t even fucking exist. How long had this been going on? Was it well before he saw them in the parking lot that evening? Did she bring him here whenever Javi was away in Medellin?

He brings another girl to his leather couch that night and tries not to think about how she could be at home right now, fucking her colleague in the same bed she fucked him. Did she ask him about his interests? Run her fingers through his hair? Touch his arms and tell him how strong he was? He wants to laugh at himself. Of course she didn’t do that last one. The fucker she was with had noodle arms. They wouldn’t satisfy her. He wouldn’t satisfy her. Javi knew her body in and out, knew all the right buttons to push, had her wrapped around his little finger and his cock.

Two months and he’s strong in his resolve. He still think about her, still keeps her panties tucked under his pillow like a low grade pervert, still thinks of beating the shit out of her new guy. Hell, she was probably in love with him by now. Probably a nice guy who didn’t sleep around and actually came home on time.

It’s the oddest thing that breaks him. Surveillance pictures from Escobar’s family vacation. The piece of shit has a whole wife. Keeps his mother and cousin close. Even that fucking monster had family. Doesn’t he deserve to at least take the girl he can’t get out of his head to a nice dinner? Loneliness creeps into his days and nights. No matter how many informants he beds, there’s a growing void in his chest.

Rather than drive home that night, he drives to hers. He wakes her up at an odd hour and all he can think of is whether she was in bed with the new guy when he rang the doorbell. She looked both surprised and annoyed to find him at her door. He couldn’t blame her for either of those things— he did drop off the face of the Earth and it was way past a decent hour to drop by someone’s place. He wants to hold her face in his hand and press a kiss to her lips. But he didn’t have permission for that anymore. So he just says “Dinner?”

Series Masterlist

[jpbpxma]

mile high club;

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

[luvpedropascal]

andante, andante (18+)

Pairing: Javier Peña x afab!Reader

Warnings: virgin!reader, age gap, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), kissing

A/N: Virginity is a construct and the reader has been nervous about their virginity for a while! Hopefully through writing Javi I can help more people realize that you don’t have to ‘lose’ all aspects of it in one night. Javi is very sweet and patient so prepare your hearts.

One night, after far too many refilled martinis and a conversation that strayed far from your workplace happenings, you had managed to accidentally blurt out to Javier that you liked him. You didn’t even realize what you had said in the moment — not until there was a small smile pulling at his lips and he was asking, “Let me take you out to dinner than. Tomorrow, maybe?”

Before that first date, you had a grueling crush on him for months. How couldn’t you? He was the older, handsome, polite agent who didn’t just brush you off and send you out for coffee like the others did. The internship you had taken had proven to be quite boring and you weren’t getting half of the experience you were promised, but Javier did his best to let you in on what he could.

Nothing could have prepared you for how sweet and gentle Javier was in your relationship. From the first date, he was the biggest gentleman, never pushing you to do anything, always giving you the space you needed. After a particularly handsy make out session when you told him you didn’t have much experience, if any, he had assured you that the two of you could take it as slow as you needed.

Javier really liked you. He wanted you to feel safe your first time — feel comfortable and cared for. In the past, he’d driven head first into sex, but that was all meaningless sex. With you, he was hooked. He wanted you for as long you’d take him.

He doted on you, completely and wholeheartedly. When you had asked him to come over earlier that night, he had arrived bearing two bags of food from your favorite restaurant in town, as well as a box of the tea you mentioned you wanted to try a few days ago.

You had ended up in Javier’s lap quickly after eating, his hands on your hips warm as he smiled up at you, listening to every word you had to say between soft, stolen kisses. Unlike everything in his life, you were stable — stable in the way you laid in his lap practically every night, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck and subtly reminding him that you were there.

He wanted you bad. Obviously, he wouldn’t act until you were ready, but hearing you squirm in his lap as he kissed you tonight had him overwhelmed. The two of you had done nothing more than what you could call heavy petting, but even the noises you made during that had him losing his mind.

When your hips met his in a slow grind and you whimpered out that soft “Javi” he had to pull back from you to prevent himself from getting too worked up. He didn’t want anyone else to call him by his nickname again, not after hearing the way you called it so sweetly.

“Baby, I think we should slow down,” he breathed out, fingers stroking your arm gently, grounding himself and you. He was flushed, cheeks a little red and breath moving a little quicker — just the sight of him so disheveled made you laugh. Javi had been abstaining all this time with you, so even this could get him worked up.

The sound of your giggle pulled at his heart, like everything you did, and he looked absolutely devastated. “Can we keep going? Just, you know, step by step.. See what happens,” you asked.

Javi took in a breath, thumb stroking your cheek gently as he smiled devilishly, “I can tell you what’ll happen, cariño, but I don’t want to be a tease.”

You laughed softly, swatting at his chest and kissing him again like it was the easiest thing in the world. When you pulled away, your eyes were a little bit darker, more serious.

“I want this, Javi. I mean, if you want it too,” you murmured and he looked almost offended for a split second, “If I want it? Fuck, baby, I want you so bad, you have no idea. But it’s not about me, it’s about you. Do you know what you want? What you’re ready for?”

Your cheeks felt hot all of a sudden and he noticed your pause, “Or we can just pick up where we left off and see what happens. Don’t want you overthinking this, baby.”

Javi’s hands fell back to your hips and he nudged your nose with his own, making you smile again and slotting his lips over yours in a soft, yet hungry kiss. Your hands on his jaw were so warm, fingertips just barely grazing his neck. He felt you part your lips for him, a silent request for him to take the lead, and he happily obliged, the taste of you making him groan softly.

His back was sliding down the couch as your intensity shifted, your hips beginning to rut into his again in that deliciously slow way.

“Fuck, baby,” Javi whispered, kissing your chin first before leading a hot trail of kisses down your neck. Your soft gasps had him growing in his pants fast and when you gripped his shoulders for stability, trying to grind faster, he cursed under his breath again.

Your hands were tugging at the fabric of his shirt and Javi nipped at your collarbone just enough to get another pretty sound out of you.

“Please, can I take this off?” Was what you asked, and he was pulling his thin t-shirt off within seconds. Gently, he laid you down on the couch, smiling down at you when you took a second to wiggle around and find a comfortable position.

The sight of him hovering over you like this, tan skin glowing under the soft light of the lamp across the room and just so broad above you, had you squirming again. He was looking at you with so much affection, like if he didn’t kiss you or feel you soon, he’d light up in flames.

But if this was as far as the two of you would ever go, Javi would die a happy man. Seeing you like this, absolutely radiant beneath him, was all he needed.

“Mi vida,” he murmured, the tip of his nose tracing the bridge of yours, “You’re so beautiful.”

He watched your eyes fall to his lips out of shyness before you were wrapping your arms around him again, pulling him into another kiss. You smiled into the kiss when you felt his hands slip under your shirt just a little bit, his fingers warm against your skin. Sitting up, you pulled your shirt up and off, barely breaking the kiss as you did.

Javi groaned out as his head fell to your chest, “So pretty, baby.” His lips traveled all over your chest and stomach, leaving small marks in his favorite spots subconsciously, which left you pretty much covered in love bites. Your hands fell to his hair, playing with it gently as you watched him crawl further down, even worshipping the sides of your hips.

When he looked back up, your heart jumped with how soft his eyes looked. “Can I take these off?” he asked, tugging gently at the hem of your shorts.

You nodded, pushing a stray curl out of his eyes. He pulled your shorts down slowly, giving you time to back out and leaving soft kisses on each new inch of skin exposed. Once they were off, he smiled again, his lips pressed to your inner knee, “Look at you.”

Opening your eyes, you looked down at him a little breathless. Just those kisses to your thighs and hips had you worked up and aching for him. He was taking his time, marking your inner thighs and holding them apart gently when they started to shake a little bit.

“Javi please.. I- Do something, anything. Please, I’m ready,” you whimpered and he looked up at you, his eyes hooked on your lips, which were puffy from all the kissing.

He nodded after a second, “Okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

Still, he was going to take it slow, as to not overwhelm you. He climbed back up to you so he could kiss you, silently thanking you for trusting him, and his hand brushed your thighs, barely ghosting over your clothed center. He could feel the heat radiating off of you when he gently cupped you, pressing his forehead to yours as he started to slowly rub you through the fabric of your underwear.

The softest whimper fell from your lips and you leaned into him more, hands clutching his shoulders. His hand was so big against you, fingers light as he worked you up slowly. You had never been touched like this before and it was starting to drive you crazy quickly. The already damp fabric of your underwear was becoming more and more ruined by the second.

Javi could smell you, and it was driving him crazy. If you let him, he’d taste you tonight — take you apart and put you back together as many times as he could. He looked into your eyes as he asked, “Can I take these off, baby?”

You nodded through a soft whine and his heart swelled as he pulled your underwear down your legs, seeing the way your heat was glistening for him. He cursed under his breath, burying his face in the softness of your stomach before looking back up at you, eyes absolutely devastated , “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

Despite your need for him, you laughed softly, reaching down to stroke his hair again. He leaned into your touch, kissing your palm gently before lacing his fingers through yours, “Can I use my mouth, amor? We can stop whenever you want, you just say the word.”

As much as you were nervous about how you tasted or smelled and whatnot, you needed him more and you knew he’d take care of you, so you nodded gently, “Go ahead.”

Javi found himself between your thighs, spreading them gently with his shoulders and keeping his hand entwined with yours on your stomach. He kissed and nibbled at your thighs again, inching closer to your center. His kisses were open, tongue peaking out and tasting your skin, suckling gently at the sensitive skin at the crease of your hip.

Then he was looking up at you, gauging every reaction as his lips and tongue found their way home. You were so vocal, a mess of whimpers and soft moans as his tongue swirled over your sensitive clit. Your free hand was in his hair, holding him down desperately and begging him for more, even though you could barely think straight.

“Javi- Fuck, that’s so good,” you cried out, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

The taste of you had him moaning against you, mumbling quiet praises to you as you writhed under him. His free hand came up, thumb circling your clit as his tongue dipped to prod at your entrance. He could taste you even better this way and he nearly stopped to take it all in, but he didn’t want to forgo your pleasure.

He gave your hand a squeeze, “You want my fingers, baby?”

You nodded quickly and he chuckled at how eager you were, giving your clit a gentle kiss before letting one finger dip inside you slowly. Immediately, you were trying to buck your hips up, your lip pulled between your teeth as you melted back against the pillows again.

He curled his finger inside of you at the end of each stroke, his tongue finding it’s place against your clit again. One finger became two and soon you were tightening around him, thighs shaking and trying to close around his head as you cried out a little, “M’close.”

Javi didn’t stop for a second, keeping his pace steady, right where you liked it until you were gushing around his fingers, calling his name so sweetly again. Your chest heaved with your orgasm, legs quivering when he finally pulled away with a boyish grin on his lips. He didn’t pull back far, leaving kisses all over your thighs as he whispered, “You taste so fucking good cariño, I thought I was gonna lose it.”

Your eyes were closed, cheek pressed against the velvet of the pillow beside you, the softest smile forming as you came back to reality. When you opened your eyes, Javi was crawling back up to you and kissing you deeply, his big hand cupping face so tenderly. His kiss was hungry, devouring you in the most Javi way possible.

He didn’t expect anything more from you, and you could feel that in the way his lips weren’t asking you for more, just drinking you in and enjoying this moment with you. But you could feel the swell of him against your thigh, straining in his pants, and you wanted to make him feel just as good he made you feel.

“Javi,” you muttered between kisses, “Let me make you feel good..”

His forehead found yours and he stopped for a second, taking a deep breath, “You don’t have to, baby.”

“I want to,” you whispered, kissing his full lower lip chastely, “Just need you to show me how.”

Javi was almost embarrassed by how much your words turned him on. You couldn’t help it, but the way you asked him to show you — to guide you, had him throbbing against the seam of his pants.

He gave you a small nod, smiling almost shyly as he sat up. You followed him, sinking to your knees by the edge of the couch and asking, “Can I use my mouth?”

Brain backfiring for just a second, Javi took in the sight of you like this, on your knees for him and asking if you could suck him off.

“Fuck- Come up here, cielito. I’ll show you how,” he groaned, laying down flat in the couch and spreading his legs to make room for you. Underneath you, he was the most disheveled you’d ever seen him — all messy curls and kiss bitten lips — and you loved it.

Your hands settled on his belt buckle and looked up at him for approval, giggling when you saw him smiling up at you like a dork.

“Look at you, trying to get into my pants already,” Javi chuckled, reaching up to the cup the back of your neck and bring you in for a soft kiss, “Go ahead.”

Leaning back, you undid his pants and started to pull them down along with his boxers. He hissed a little bit, his cock painfully hard when it slapped up against the softness of his lower stomach. You laid down between his thighs, nuzzling them gently and pressing a soft kiss to every freckle you could find while you waited for Javi’s instruction.

He sat up a little bit, just to see you better, and brushed a hand over your hair, “Do whatever feels right, baby, and I’ll tell you what feels good, okay?”

You nodded, just a little dazed from all of this, and led your kisses closer to his cock. Lips hot and open now, you let your tongue trace the line of his hip bone, looking up at him to see his reactions.

The softness of your actions made Javi’s heart ache; he never thought he could want someone so bad, in so many different ways. For the first time in his life, he was desperately fighting the urge blurt out an “I love you.” But he knew he couldn’t — not now at least. Not when all of this was already so new to you.

Your lips found his cock and you kissed up from the base slowly, your lips so warm and soft that just that had Javi gripping the couch beneath him. He wanted to close his eyes, but he wouldn’t dare miss this, at least not the first time.

When you reach his tip, your lips parted and you took him in, suckling on him lightly and drawing a low moan from Javi. He pushed your hair out of your eyes gently, letting you continue however you saw fit and groaning quietly, “That’s it, querida.”

You moaned around him, enjoying the weight of him on your tongue and starting to bob your head along about half of him. Your pacing was a little awkward, so he cupped your head again, gently guiding your rhythm.

Feeling and seeing Javi crumble beneath you was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Your usually composed boyfriend had been reduced to gasped moans and was clutching the couch so hard his knuckles were close to turning white.

Deciding to take him a little deeper, you gagged from the sheer size of him and Javi beckoned you back up to how you had him before, “I don’t want you choking, baby. Take your time.”

His words made your cheeks heat up and you hummed against him, deciding to bring your hand up to stroke what you couldn’t take in your mouth. Javi was right — the two of your were learning what made the other feel good, so there was no reason to rush. Coming up for air, you took a breath before swirling your tongue around his tip, letting your hand stroke him slow and tight.

“That’s- Fuck, baby that’s so good, don’t stop. B-Breathe through your nose,” Javi whined.

You didn’t change the pace at all, following his directions and looking up at him through your lashes to watch him fall apart with each second. When your eyes met his, Javi twitched against your tongue and threw his head back for a second, mumbling something about how close he was. All it took was a few more strokes and he was falling over the edge, holding his hips back from bucking into your mouth.

He didn’t expect you to swallow, but when he felt you suckling every drop from him, he nearly came again just at the thought. Vision coming back to him, he reached for you, using his remaining strength to pull you up to him, kissing you with more passion than you’d ever felt from him. His tongue dipped between your lips, tasting himself on your tongue and groaning again.

Every press of his lips to yours was a thank you, a promise; even an “I love you” that he wouldn’t dare utter yet. He kissed down from your lips, tracing the lines of your face with his lips. Smiling under his affection, you muttered a soft ‘thank you’. A smile pulled at his lips immediately and he kissed you again, pulling you closer to lay down on top of him.

You wanted him again. You knew you were going to want him constantly now. After tonight, going all the way didn’t seem so scary anymore, and you knew if you did, Javi would make it absolutely perfect.

The heat was pooling between your legs and the warmth of Javi under you was only stirring you on. You nosed at his neck, finding the scent of his cologne there waiting for you, like it always did. When your lips found that sweet spot on his neck, he sighed under you, running his fingers down the line of your back.

But maybe this was enough for tonight. If the sound of Javi’s slow breathing under you told you anything, it was that he didn’t mind taking things slow with you. He wasn’t going anywhere and you could go all the way with him another night. The two of you were going at your own pace, and nothing else mattered.

-

[cheesemittens]

Javier  Peña Headcannons

LONG TIME NO SEE/TALK!! 

To make a long story short, I got the big sad and yeah :( But I’m back now and it’s time for headcannons on my hyperfixation!! AKA: PEDRO PASCAL! So- Right now- I’m going to give my Headcannons on Javier Peña. Arguably one of- if not- the hottest Pedro Character- If you don’t know him He’s from the Netflix show Narcos. It’s amazing 1000/10. Would recomend. ANYWAY- WITHOUT FURTHER ADO ON TO THE HC’S!!

WARNINGS: THIS WILL HAVE EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!! Mentions of sex, 1 non-con-ish hc (Not really cuz specified if you consent beforehand?), and pregnancy talk, swearing, etc!! I tried making this GN! But if I slipped up please tell me😭

(Gif not mine! Credit to og poster^^) 

- He may not be one to settle down- But when he finds that special someone- He doesn’t cheat. He actually hates them quite a lot. But- if he see’s you at a bar and you let it spill your partner is either cheating or not treating you well, he’ll show you how someone should treat you.

- This may not come as a surprise but he’s protective of you- Like- this man has no problem slipping his arm around your waist in a crowded bar. If he see’s someone getting a bit too close to you he’ll pull up closer to you, pull you into a heated kiss, which of course, scares the other people off <3

- Despite all this protectiveness and possessiveness, he’s scared to start a relationship with you. It’s not like he’s new to this, but it certinally feels new. After all, the last relationship he was in, he left the girl at the alter. But you also feel different. And he doesn’t want to scare you off. 

- Even telling you about how he left Lorraine, he’s scared. Somehow ex’s came up. You spilled about yours before asking him. He’s very hesitant, and you assure him, if he doesn’t want to tell, he doesn’t have to. But it felt unfair to leave you in the dark. He’s fully ready for you to dump him after the words leave lips. But you know he didn’t leave her for fun. He had a dream, and she didn’t fit in it. She wanted him to stay in Texas. But you, you just want what he wants. And he see’s that. Needless to say- he’s quite shocked when you don’t break up with him.

- His love language is definitely is physical touch. He loves running his hands up and down your body. Pulling you close, burying his head in your chest, running his hands through your hair or down your back, giving you massages (on his days off), etc. 

- While you’re in Colombia, he doesn’t have much time for Quality time, but as soon as you go back to Texas with him, he spends as much time as he can. That’s one of the reasons he didn’t take on Mexico.

- He also loves showering you with words of affirmation. But, like quality time, he can’t do that much in Colombia. Though he loves calling you at the office almost every hour- if he can- just to remind you how in love with you he is.

-  Again, he can’t do many acts of service in Colombia, but in his time with you he tries to do all he can. He’ll do simple things like helping you in the car, carying your bag if you’re out walking/shoping with him, doing the dishes (if he’s lucky enough to get off that early), etc. 

- And of course giving gifts. He loves giving you gifts. It can be as simple as ordering flowers on his way to work and having them delivered to you later. Or it can be more expensive. Like- buying you a designer bag. He insists on getting you the best. Even going as far as taking note on what you find nice when you’re out with him just so he could buy you them later and gift them to you.

- Now what he likes recieving? He loves physical touch and acts of service. He loves it when he can feel your hands all over him. The way you cling to him in your sleep. The way you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him into a kiss when he gets home. The way you tug on his hair and leave scratches down his back. He loves it all. 

- And don’t even get me started on acts of service! He loves coming home to see you doing the dishes, cooking, or fuck, even cleaning! He wouldn’t admit it at first, but he loves the thought of you being a stay at home partner. Don’t get him wrong- He’s all for you working and perusing your dreams, but domesticity looked good on you. 

- He hates when he works later than normal and comes home to see you already asleep. He’d find you either passed out at the table- waiting for him to have dinner- or in bed, all curled up and hugging one of his pillows just to feel like he’s there. And it breaks his heart every time because he knows he has to leave before you even get up. </3

- He doesn’t like kids. Well, at first. When you two first start dating kids are out of the question. Unless, you already have them. But over time he starts thinking more about it. It starts as innocent thoughts of you holding a child in your arms, feeding them, changing diapers, all that stuff. But it slowly develops into more. He can’t help the thoughts of knocking you up. He’d start pulling out later and later. Then it turns to dirty talk. “M’ gonna knock a baby in you cariño.. Would you like that? Wanna carry my child for 9 months?” Regardless if you can bear kids or not.

- This might not come as a surprise- but he loves to tease you. He’ll work you up just to get you on the edge, only to stop when you’re about to cum. Knowing exactly how to get you to beg.

- He’s definitely into some temperature play. Weather it be running cold ice cubes against your perky nipples, making them harden more. Or lighting a candle, tilting it above your body and watching you squirm as the wax drips down, groaning as he sees the wax harden on any part of your body.

- IF YOU CONSENT BEFOREHAND: He loves to crawl into bed when he gets home and fuck you awake (though he’d always claim it was an accident he woke you up). Since he stopped sleeping with his informants, his stress has been piling up. And you always look so peaceful sleeping. He can’t resist his thoughts as he climbs in bed, pulling you close to him. It would start out as nothing more than innocently trying to sleep away the stress. But if you moved or let out any sort of noise, it’d be impossible for him to go to sleep.

[odetodilfs]

Dating Javier Peña headcanons

The obsession is hitting me hard so here it is. This was supposed to be for valentines but I didn't finish it in time lol

Pairing: Javier Peña x m!reader Warnings: Mentions and not much else, most of these headcanons are SFW.

-He would be very affectionate- the man has been living on hookups instead of actual relationships for a long time, so he would relish and bask in the feeling of having someone to love.

-Would also be very nervous, as opposed to how he usually is making the first move, he’d be very cautious as it’s his first time with another man and he loves you a lot, so he’d be afraid to fuck everything up. -You’d speak in spanglish, half of the sentence in spanish, the other in English, sometimes just full Spanish, or full English, overall, you really don’t give a shit.

-Lots of surprising you with hugging from behind and lots of neck kisses too, he can’t keep himself off of you.

-He’d love holding you in his arms but nothing beats the feeling of having your arms around him, knowing he can relax for once in the day.

-He’s by no means a cheesy guy, not the biggest fan of St. Valentine’s day, never makes cringy jokes, etc, but the good thing is that when he does crack a joke it’s actually funny, he also would take you to eat often and whenever he has free time he always tries to watch a movie with you, cuddle or maybe even have sex. 

-You would think a guy like him needs a lot of sex, but normally you just do it once a week, he’s had enough sex in his past and now prefers to cuddle you most evenings.

-But when he does have sex with you, he tends to be more on the submissive side, but he also enjoys dominating you a lot, he loves seeing you writhe beneath him, begging him to let you cum, jerking you off then stopping just as you’re about to cum.

-He’d never bottomed for anyone before other than you, and he was nervous at first, but as you guided him through and showed him how good it felt, he came to love it, but he does prefer being a top most of the time.

-Is very mature when you fight and you always manage to sort things out, and he’s a very big fan of makeup sex…

-He loves it when you pet his hair and just give him gentle touches in general, his favorite times are when you spend hours and hours kissing and cuddling each other. He also likes it when you wash his hair real gently, in general, the guy’s a sucker for getting his hair played with.

-Surprisingly a very romantic guy, not on the cheesy side but he gives you flowers when he can, always calls you at least once a day from work just to check up on you and stares into your eyes often, appreciating their beauty.

-He constantly says how you’re the prettiest man he’s ever seen, how he wants to be with you forever and if you can make dinner just a bit later so you can cuddle for 5 more minutes.

-He tries to smoke less because you keep telling him it's not healthy for him to smoke that much, and he’d accept the challenge and keep trying to smoke less and has succeeded at least a bit. 

-He’s more a of a surprise kind of guy, he isn’t particularly a fan of doing big things that require planning, he’d much rather bring you your favorite cookies or flowers every friday than take a week-long trip somewhere, considering his vacations are short too.

-Teasing each other would be like a game on who gets the other more horned up, he’d wear the tightest pants to make his ass and crotch stick out, or wear his shirt unbuttoned while you’d bend over a lot to pick things up or wear tight pants as well.

-He’d love banter surprisingly, at first he was a pretty serious man but as you got to know each other he opened up and became softer and more playful, you know to take this as a compliment as he rarely ever is like that with anyone.

-Just him being an absolute bisexual mess but also loving you, “Women, they’re great, so are men, but nothing beats you” he’d say as he roped you in for a kiss.

[absurdthirst]

Idk if you’ve done this before (you can ignore this if you have) but how would each of the Pedro guys react if you told them you were pregnant?

**So I have done the pregnancy HC before, but that was when there were few boys, so lets add on to it.....

When They Find Out You’re Pregnant:

Javier: Shocked. No clue why because it wasn’t like either one of you were exactly practicing safe sex. Condoms were hardly ever used and you weren’t on birth control. He’s going to internally panic for a bit, disappearing into his work. He won’t disappear on you, he will drag into the apartment after you are asleep and get up before you do. Eventually coming to terms with the fact that he needs to be a better man and he comes home to tell you that he is all in.

Ezra: Worried. The life of a prospector and a floater is not the kind of life he wants for his child. He won’t articulate those worries, instead sleeping less and thinking long into the night while he has his hand on your womb. When he starts to form a plan for a life you can have that doesn’t include the danger of your current lives, he will wake you up, regardless of the hour to start excitedly laying out the plan.

Mando: Stoic. You can’t tell from the impassive view of his visor what he is thinking. Until the Crest goes dark and suddenly you hear his helmet thunk on the grated floor. Passionate lips overwhelm yours as he tries to show you what he is feeling. After he kisses you breathlessly, he will finally speak. “We will raise warriors cyar’ika. Marry me.”

Catfish: He is shocked and excited. He already has a child that he loves beyond comprehension. Never thinking he would have another kid after the divorce, so when you tell him that you are pregnant, he’s just in awe. Scoops you up into his arms and kisses you.

Tovar: A satisfied glint is in that grumpy Spaniards eyes. He was expecting it, never having bothered to pull away when he finally cums. “Good hermosa.” He tugs you into his arms and his large, war calloused hand cups your stomach possessively. “Maybe those bastards will stop sniffing around your skirts when they think I am not looking.”

Whiskey: Panicked. Nothing to do with you. But the damned fear of losing a second family terrifies him like nothing Statesman could ever throw at him. He’s going to need a bit. He’s really quiet and leaves for a mission. Until he realizes how it looks to you. That you might think that he doesn’t want you or that baby. Then you can expect his broken explanation as he begs you for forgiveness and to give an old fool another change at happiness. With you and the baby.

Max Phillips: ????????????? Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do!(although once he finds out it is his….this frat boy vamp will be nervous as fuck. Will it be like him? Will it be like you? Will it be like some kind of mixed best of both worlds? And GOD FORBID you have a little girl. He will be beside himself. You have to tell him not to eat the little boy in her class that kissed her on the playground.)

Marcus Pike: Crying. Tears of fucking joy after making sure that this is what you want. He will be on cloud nine. You are carrying his baby and he just doesn’t know if he could possibly love you more than right now. There were times that he didn’t know if it was going to happen for him, love and a family. And you’ve just given him the world. 100% alllllll in.

Oberyn: Celebrates with you in the most obvious way. By taking you to bed of course. After exhausting you with pleasure, he will stroke your stomach and tell you how much he will love watching you expand with his child. Does admit that he would prefer that you refrain from your more…..risqué endeavors while you are carrying, for the health of the babe. Rest assured your prince with treat you like a queen.

Dave York: Proud. Extremely proud. He might not be what some would consider a good man, but he loves his children. He’s good with them. When Alice and Molly were little, he would change diapers and get up at 2am feedings with no complaint. Now he has a chance to do this again and he’s thrilled. You can tell from the way that he starts planning. He’s a planner, so immediately he starts getting things ready for the baby. As soon as he is done spreading you out and gently making you cum. 

Max Lord: Overwhelmed....He already cannot give Alistair the life he wants for his young son. Cannot give him everything that his heart desires and it tears him up. His eyes are wide, almost devastated and he feels the extra weight of another’s happiness heaping down on his shoulders. He gives you a small smile and immediately puts on the charm that he uses to convince people to invest in his company and tells you that it is wonderful. Kissing you soundly and convincing you that it is the best news, even if he is falling apart on the inside. 

Marcus Moreno: Slightly shocked. He’s thought his days of being a father to a baby were long over. His eyes are wide behind his glasses and he’s speechless for just a moment before joy takes over. Lunging forward and kissing you quickly, reassuring you that he is happy about the news. Wanting to know how you feel about it and how you feel. Missy is going to be surprised, but also happy. She’s always wanted a sibling and now she gets one. 

Zach Wellison: Panicked. Like glazed eyes, heavy breathing panicked. He’s still not completely adapted to the idea that he’s not longer on the streets and he has a job that supports him. That he has a home to sleep under a roof every day. All the things that support that a baby would need immediately flashes through his mind. Only you wrapping your arms around him will bring him back to reality and he immediately hugs you close, promise you that he will take care of you and the little bean. 

Javi G: Ecstatic. Overjoyed and tears spring up to his eyes. He is blubbering like a baby and he isn't ashamed of it. He loves the idea of you carrying his baby, basically blubbering about how much he loves you and how much he already loves his baby. He will be nothing like his father, your baby will know how much they are loved. His hands are all over your stomach, caressing the area where his child is safely nestled. 

Dieter Bravo: He’s high as a fucking kite when you tell him, but then again, when isn’t he? He frowns at you in confusion and looks down at your stomach for a second before looking at your face again. “How?” He asks stupidly, as if constantly asking you to have sex with him wouldn’t result in a pregnancy. 

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[ghostofaboy]

i'm intrigued to see what your headcanons for javi are

Just general headcanons for Javier Peña?

He isn't as big a slut as he makes out to be. Even when with the ladies of Bogotá he sticks to one at a time. So he'll focus on one girl for like a month then switch it up. He tells himself its to keep them safe so the narcos don't notice but it's because he feels a little guilty swapping between them too freely.

He has a big cock and definitely knows how to use it. Great with his fingers too. But you want oral? Sorry. Even if you can get him down there he's just not that good. It could be on purpose so you won't ask him again though.

If you're his then you have his full attention, and he wouldn't cheat. It's all or nothing with Peña.

He doesn't like public displays of affection. Hand holding is ok in certain places (best not to in Colombia for safety) and you might get occasional hug but kisses? Forget it. However behind closed doors or more private places he'll shower you in affection.

He's a top. (I know I tend to write Pedro guys as bottoms but hear me out.) It's about control and Peña just can't give that up. To begin with. Over time in a relationship he might give it up little by little, letting you take control in the bedroom more and more. But it will take time and a hell of a lot of trust.

Total commitment issues but I think if he met the right person he'd be all in. But he'd second guess himself, and try to talk himself out of it with the whole "I'm married to my job" or "my job is dangerous" shit. However if a person managed to get beneath the surface then they'd get a happy committed Javi.

He hates being surprised but loves surprising others. That can be jokes, gifts or parties. As long as he isn't the target he loves it.

He's terrified of being a father. But the second he heard the baby's heartbeat that would change. He'd still be scared of screwing up but also excite to be a dad.

Will fall asleep as the big spoon, but the second he's out will roll over and become the little spoon. Can't sleep through the night without your arms around him, can't get to sleep without his arms around you.

This is what I've got off the top of my head. Want to know anything specific, let me know.

This was fun!

[freelancearsonist]

I would love to know what cologne Javier Peña wears.

oh god i have such a specific headcanon for him

viktor & rolf spicebomb night vision. steve buys it for javi's birthday bc he doesn't know what the fuck to get him and the packaging is fun. javi actually loves it, it's very him, kind of like axe body spray but more sophisticated (in his own words). also the first time he wears it out he gets SO MANY DOUBLETAKES as he walks by the ladies (and the men tbh) and from that day on it's his Scent.

[bonkwosher]

Narcos Requests PLEASE

I just started Narcos! Please give me requests (NO SPOILERS AHHHH I DONT REALLY KNOW THE HISTORY) I would die to write Pedro Pascal's Javier Peña, Boyd Holbrook's Steve Murphy, & Wagner Moura (Pablo Escobar) in general bc holyyyyyy fuck. Please send requests

Note: I won't write the character Pablo Escobar bc it is literally just like real-life Escobar but other Wagner Moura character requests are welcome!

[creedslove]

when i tell you i'm going feral over javi having breeding/praise kink, i mean it.

this man can go from a total slut to our sweet domestic husband who will bring you flowers everyday and ask for help with tying his tie.

every time he appears on my screen i'm literally screaming into the pillow and kicking my legs. because honestly? that man could fuckin step on me and i'd say thank you.

but having his last name? having his children and be their mother??

i live for that dream 😭✋

hope your day was better than mine's and you feel okay. you're my comfort person and if it weren't for your blog i would never found out about javi or dave york, thank you so much <3

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: I love you my beautiful bestie, you are my comfort person and I love you and sorry for taking so long 😘💘 I hope you're doing alright love 😘

• alrighty bestie, Javi is the definition of praise kink; that man will praise you at any given opportunity and he will enjoy everything single minute of it, because he lives for complimenting you as whole: your looks, your bodies, your laughter, your intelligence and of course, let's never forget about how he compliments your nails 🗣️

• he will always tell you you look pretty or mention you are wearing a beautiful color, he's gonna notice when you get a haircut, if you change your perfume and your lipstick usual colors (but let's cut him some slack here, the first thing he thinks of is that new color on your lips while you have his cock in your mouth hehe)

• and of course during sex Javier Peña is a fucking praiser™

• I mean it, he's gonna mix that with that filthy mouth of his, telling you the most explicit sinful things, at the same time he can be very sweet about you, always working on boosting your self confidence even if he doesn't really realize that

• and while doing so, of course he's gonna speak spanish too, knowing it drives you crazy

"just like that, mi amor, take all of it, all my cock in your beautiful mouth, tus labios tan bonitos..."

" you have such a delicious tight cunt, cariño, I love how you gush for me..."

"tu culo me vuelve loco, amor... Let my cock inside of it, I'll promise I'll go nice and slow"

• 🫢

• but he also likes receiving the praise; Javi suffers a lot from stress and those cruel thoughts about not being good enough or not doing a decent job, when it's time to lose himself into you and relax, he appreciates the way you remind him he's just as great

"you're amazing Javi, I'm proud of you, mi amor"

"your cock is so delicious, hermoso... Dejame cuidarte..."

• it will just melt your seemingly grumpy DIA boyfriend and he's gonna be all soft all for yourself

• also, I don't take any contrary opinions on this: Javier Peña is a family man and he just (wants) and needs a woman to make an honest man out of him; the moment he falls in love for real, he falls hard and there's no turning back, that man will love you for life

• and he's gonna change his mind about being a bachelor, he's gonna be a husband, and a great one at that matter, he's just gonna love being a husband, the fact he has a wife and that he won't have any other lonely nights, but instead, someone waiting for him at the end of the day, as he goes to his home instead of going just to a house

• he would such a proud husband, excited about wearing a wedding ring and such, everything in order to show how happy he is with marriage

• he's also the kind of husband to bring you flowers, chocolates, body lotions and any other small gifts here and there for no specific reason other than making you happy

• and not only that, he would always remember important dates, such as engagement and wedding anniversaries

• and of course, while being a loving husband, he would want to take the next step which consists of having a baby with you; it would probably start after seeing how beautiful you look with Murphy's kid in your arms, and just the general thought of having a whole family of his, would be enough to spark the idea

• and then the fun part begins: trying for a baby, which consists of you jumping on him at any opportunity

• and that man would finish inside of you every single time, hoping that time will be the charm and the baby Peña won't take very long ❤️

____

[swftpoet]

falling angel

Javier Peña × FEM!reader

w: +18 🔞 (sumt, PinV, sin(?))

Suas asas negras e longas normalmente assustaram alguém, não ela, não quando seu corpo inteiro parecia estar sendo puxado para ele como a gravidade que a prendia na terra. Uma vaga lembrança, momentos atrás quando suas pernas estavam em volta da cintura dele, suas mãos deslizando pelos lados enquanto a boca de Javier deslizava sobre seu esterno, marcando com beijos e chupões. Ela acreditou que era fruto da sua imaginação, asas negras os envolvendo enquanto cada centímetro dele deslizava para dentro dela, quase sem dificuldade graças ao quanto ela estava excitada.

Agora, no entanto, ela via que era verdade, o véu que dividia seu mundo já havia sido rasgado, não havia mais volta. Javier deu um passo em direção a ela, esperando por algum sinal de arrependimento, não havia, ele imaginava rejeição, ficar com ele era como havia sido ensinado em diversos sermões, uma passagem para o inferno. Sem remediação ou julgamento.

Ela, por outro lado, sabia que não poderia haver inferno maior que deixar ele ir embora e perde-lo.

Javier, Javier, Javier.

O anjo enviado para salvar sua alma da perdição nas ruas colombianas, aquele que a empurrou para o precipício do fogo eterno enquanto seus dedos tesouravam dentro da boceta dela. Quando algum santo lhe daria aquelas sensações, todo o prazer de ouvir anjos cantando enquanto um terceiro orgasmo embranquece sua visão.

[ironmandeficiency]

pedro boys as high school teachers (modern au)

boys included: javi p, pero, jack, frankie, din, javi g, dieter, oberyn, marcus p, marcus m

word count: 1161

summary: there are just my thoughts on what high school subjects some of the pedro boys would teach, modern au

a/n: decided to reread the agm universe by @forever-rogue & it gave me an idea so here we are. i’m sorry if the formatting is jank, i’ve been posting from mobile for like two months now. also i know the ms. frizzle gif isn’t quite relevant enough but you can fight me

javier peña — javi is peak history teacher material. his students are juniors & seniors because he doesn’t have the patience for lower class bullshit. his philosophy is that students take his class seriously or not at all. took up coaching girls basketball one year because the last coach quit on short notice & admin begged him to take the spot; the year he coached was the first time in 30 years that their team went to state. became best friends with pero through their respective subjects & will have drinks together on weekends. doesn’t give grades that end with nines & will bump them up a point (69 to 70, 89 to 90, etc.) to not be a dick.

pero — geography. scares students stiff but does have a soft spot for those who put effort into his class. offers bonus points on tests for those who go to the local ren fair, and students are surprised to see their teacher wearing full garb & fighting in duels. his classroom is across from javi p’s & they watch each other’s classes when needed. they have the same lunch & conference, so when there’s nothing to do they like to talk shit about anything and everything. they gossip like old women & playfully bicker like old men. pero is often called “the gordon ramsay of teachers” & framed a photoshopped picture of their faces on the other’s body sent to him by a student.

jack daniels — football coach & ffa. he has and will continue to drive things to work that aren’t regular vehicles (tractors, horses, golf carts, even a donkey once). freshmen are surprised to see that he actually does own a highway legal means of transportation. all the ffa animals are kept in a separate barn on his ranch not even three miles from the school & will let students ride in the bed of his truck or on his trailer on the way there & back for class (parents do sign permission slips for it). lets students control the aux cord on these trips as long as it doesn’t have curse words, but the way to his heart is if someone plays reba. hosts the yearly chili cookoff to support the ffa, and it’s always a hit. he buys a stetson for each class that the students sign at the end of the school year & hangs them all up around the ffa barn.

frankie morales — softball coach that also teaches algebra 1 & 2. he has such a math brain & is super lenient when it comes to the students that have a harder time grasping the subject. very passionate about coaching & does not tolerate any bullying within the team, on the field or off it. wants to set a coaching standard for when his daughter starts playing; he wants her to know how a coach should treat their team early on. she comes to after school practices & all the girls love her to bits. frankie lets her in the dugout during games to motivate them. offers snacks for kids who come to tutorials because he knows they are hungry by the end of the day no matter when they had lunch, and that full bellies equal full attention.

din djarin — chemistry & physics. is very intimidating until it’s a couple months into the year & his students are finally comfortable asking him personal questions. they accidentally see a picture of him and his son on his computer’s desktop one day & just like that, he’s no longer piss-your-pants intimidating. he can be stern when he needs to be, but overall would rather not. he makes these two difficult subjects much easier to learn & will have so many cool lab demonstrations (some are mythbusters level) that occasionally border on dangerous. gets along with coworkers by not getting involved in drama & doing his job, doesn't have time for the bs.

javier gutierrez — this man definitely has a flair for the dramatic & would be an amazing theater director, albeit a bit dreamy. would recruit the art teacher from across the hall that he knew had acting experience to help in one production & suddenly, they’re co-directors. students favored him highly whether they took theater or not; something about him just oozed kindness & compassion, and the kids trusted him. insists the students either call him mr. g or javi, he feels that the standard honorifics are too stifling. him & dieter will buy their students fast food after days spent making set pieces & rehearsals in the auditorium. the queer kids feel hella safe with him & actually have a kinda-joke ship going with him and dieter that neither men are upset over.

dieter bravo — art teacher turned surprise theater co-director. always shows up looking like a hot mess because that’s just who he is. very lax and chill with students but will be the first to call out bullshit if it walks thru his door. drinks several coffees a day & despite the vast number of almost-pajamas he wears, some doubt whether he even sleeps at all. is the one who reigns in his counterpart when things go awry. recruits his best students to help make set pieces for theater & bribes them with free food bc he knows the way to win kids over. plays it off when students talk about the (b)romance between him & javi g but is actually pretty flattered.

oberyn martell — this is the english teacher that the lgbt+ kids flock to immediately. between him & javi g, they have an even split of the school’s queer kids idolizing them. also coaches the cross country team where usually two (or more) of his daughters participate yearly. is able to separate coaching from his fatherly duties so he doesn’t turn into a coachzilla (he’s heard about the dads who go batshit when coaching their kids in sports & loathes them). will team w javi on assignments with historical emphasis (mostly essays and book reports) & will allow students to write one essay that covers both assignments to keep from overworking the kids. is considered a jack of all trades when it comes to different subjects, and is highly recommended when another subject has a sub & cannot teach the lesson properly.

marcus pike — is the most patient & not-confrontational teacher ever. he’s the one that doesn’t get angry, he just gets disappointed & that’s actually much worse. started the school’s photography club as a volunteer & was eventually able to get the funding to make it a class, so they hired him to teach it. his students find out he plays bass in a cover band & they flip their shit abt wanting to see him perform. during the nature photography lessons, he brings his dog to work to be the model. jack gets wind of it & encourages him to use the ffa animals too, and uses the student-taken photos on the school website.

marcus moreno — not a teacher but is head of the pta. he chaperones field trips & school dances, and fights the school board to get better resources for the whole district. (i just love him okay?)

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