#narcos drabble

[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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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

risky

Summary: The undercover mission with Javier does not go as planned. Not that you're complaining.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 588

Raiting: E

Warnings: smut (semi public sex, unprotected sex) undercover Javi with a twist, making out

A/N: This interaction has been on my mind all day so please, enjoy this smol baby drabble I might be ovulating

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„You always take your undercover work this serious, Agent Peña?“ You whispered against his ear, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moan that you desperately wanted to hear him, deciding to moan quietly right against his ear. 

One of his arms was wrapped securely behind your back, keeping you close against his chest while his other hand was on the back of your neck, keeping your head close towards his. 

For anyone who would find you here in this dark corner of the roof terrace of this club It would look like you were making out. 

Which you were. 

More or less. 

No one would know that you had been sitting on his cock for the last fifteen minutes.

But you were and you weren’t planing on getting up any time soon. 

Or at least before he had fucked you full of his cum. 

This night had started so innocently. This time the mission was nothing more than having a drink at a bar where the criminals Javier and you had been after for almost a year were supposed to have a meeting at. When they hadn’t shown up after two hours Javier had gotten the call that they had been sighted in another town and Javi and you? Well you had decided that since you were out already, you could have a little fun. 

Fun apparently meant getting handsy with you while dancing to some salsa tunes. 

It wasn’t long before he led you outside, the hot summer day turning the night almost tropical, leaving you and him to be only a few of the people on the roof. 

Nobody spared you a glance when he led you in the darkest corner, having you sit on his lap, his hands both on your ass under the dress you had chosen to wear for the night. 

Nobody cared as he pulled at the front of you dress so he could suck one of you nipples into his mouth. 

Nobody cared when he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers slipping inside of you while you unbuckled his belt and helped him open his pants to release his cock. 

And nobody fucking cared when he had you slowly sink down on his cock out here in the open while the music from the club beneath you shook the floor and at least the four people you had seen when you got here, were somewhere on this roof with you.

„Never know who could be watching. Gotta really sell our story,“ he mumbled against your ear and you grinned, hands in his hair, tilting your head back so you could look at him. 

„And what is our story, Agent Peña?“ You asked before you found his lips in a deep kiss, rolling your hips slowly, the length of his cock making you hum against his lips. 

„That we’re newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other of course,“ he mumbled against your lips thrusting up into you slowly.

„Mmmmmhhhh…. Don’t think three years of marriage count as newlyweds anymore, Javier,“ you grinned down at him and you saw his jaw flex as you clenched your walls around his cock. 

„We’re still horny like newlyweds, so who the fuck cares?“ He winked. 

„And I wouldn’t risk getting caught fucking in public with anyone other than my wife,“ he kissed you again and you smiled. 

„I sure hope you wouldn’t risk getting caught with your dick in anyone else than your wife, baby. Public or not.“

[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.

[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

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

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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.

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.

05. TOUCH TANK — Harry Castillo

♬⋆.˚“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.

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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.

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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

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[mari-positas]

when i’m feeling alone, you remind me of home

Javier Peña x DEA Agent Female Reader

summary: Spending Christmas in Bogotá, Colombia isn’t ideal. Javier knows you’re missing home a little harder than usual, so he comes up with a plan to cheer you up.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. minor deviation from canon timeline (had to make it work), reader is an agent for the DEA, NO AGE SPECIED, NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION, reader understands and speaks spanish but no mention of her race or ethnicity, friends to lovers trope, reader celebrates christmas, reader has a good relationship with her family, minor smoking and alcohol consumption (both reader and javi), reader’s a bit rough around the edges sometimes. fluff, soft javi, he’s a bit of a grinch in the beginning though. switches in pov’s and tenses.

*ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS AT THE END.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: thank you to @hellishjoel for inviting me to join in on this fun project!

12 Days of Pedro Masterlist

Javier Peña doesn’t do Christmas.

He especially doesn’t do Christmas in Bogotá.

He doesn’t see the point even acknowledging it.

There are more important things on his mind.

Capturing Pablo Escobar.

Dismantling the dangerous Medellín Cartel.

Living long enough to tell the fucking tale.

Those were his priorities while in Colombia.

Not decking the halls with boughs of holly.

And yet, there he is, fighting with a string of bright and colorful lights, wishing these damn things would put themselves on the tree. “Puta madre,” Javi curses underneath his breath as he tries untangling them from around his waist. Somehow, he only makes it worse. He grumbles, “This is fucking ridiculous—it shouldn’t be this fucking hard throwing lights on a goddamn fucking tree—” He pauses, spins around to find where he’d gone wrong and then continues grouching to himself. “Can’t believe people do this fucking shit for fun. Stupidest thing I’ve ever—”

Javi manages to free himself and glances down at his watch to see he’s running out of time—it’s past five now, and unless Messina’s in one of those bad fucking moods of hers and decides to dump some last minute paperwork onto your desk, then you’re going to be walking through the front door soon.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a deep and frustrated sigh.

He’d been an idiot to decline Connie’s offer to help him when she had dropped off the decorations for him earlier that afternoon.

“You sure you don’t need my help?” she had asked as she handed him the cardboard box overflowing with festive ornaments and tinsel. “I have a couple of more hours before I have to be at the clinic, you know. I can help you set it all up for her, make it all nice and pretty.”

“Thanks, but I’ve got it handled,” he’d replied. “I’m sure it won’t take me too long to put some—is this fucking fruit?” Confused, Javi shifted the box over to his hip, pulling out a string of dried oranges and red cranberries. “Um, what the hell is this for? This supposed to be a snack for me while I decorate?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a homemade garland.”

“It’s a homemade what now?”

“Garland, Javier. It goes on the tree.”

Amused, he’d raised an eyebrow at her.

“Fruit going back onto the tree? That’s ironic.”

Sighing, Connie rolled her eyes at him once more.

“Last chance. Do you want my help or not, Javi?”

“I appreciate it, but like I said, I’ve got it handled.”

She’d shrugged. “Alright, suit yourself, then.”

Little did he know how he’d regret his decision. It’s a bigger headache than he thought it would be, an incredible waste of valuable time he could’ve been using to hunt down new leads, do the job he came here to do and find Pablo Escobar. Then again, the more he thinks about it, the more Javi realizes this isn’t a waste of his time at all—not really.

Because he’s doing this for you.

Because he knows you love Christmas.

Because he knows you’ve been feeling homesick.

The season you normally adored was bringing you nothing but heartache this year. There is a void—a hole in your heart that only your family could fill.

“Messina denied my request for time off,” you had told him, taking a drag of his cigarette—you’re not much of a smoker, but he’d learned that tended to change on occasion when you were upset. “Said it isn’t fair to let me go home for Christmas. That I’m not the only one who wants to be with their family. And I get it. I do.” Sighing, you took a second drag and then handed the cigarette back to Javier; he’d put it between his lips, the taste of cherry flavored lip gloss that lingered on the filtered tip prompting a craving stronger than his craving for nicotine. “It was selfish of me to even think of taking time off. I just—I miss spending Christmas in my hometown, you know? Waking up to snow outside my window in the mornings. Building snowmen with my sister, hurling snowballs at my brother. I miss my mother and her cooking. I miss my father and how even at our age, he still insists on pretending to be Santa.”

Laughing, Javier leaned forward on his stool.

You’d asked him to meet you at your usual spot—a quiet lounge bar right around the corner from your apartment. When he walked in and saw the scotch in front of you on the table, he’d known something was wrong. You’re not much of a drinker, either.

“Does he eat the cookies and drink the milk too?”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest, a little grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. He tried not to let his gaze longer there too long—he’s just one man. There was only so much strength he could muster to keep fighting the temptation.

“Of course. He takes his role very, very seriously.”

Despite your smile, he’d noticed it right away.

The unmistakable sadness in your eyes.

You were tough as fucking nails.

In this line of work, you had no choice but to be.

But Javier knew your family was your weakness.

His weakness?

His weakness was sitting there in front of him with a crestfallen expression on her pretty face, tracing around the rim of her glass with her finger.

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?” Your voice had thickened, the emotions you’re used to bottling up threatening to boil over.

“Of course not,” he assured you. “There is nothing stupid about wanting to go back home to see your family. There’s nothing stupid about wanting to be with them for the holidays. I promise you that.”

You snorted. “Peña, we’re trying to bring down the most dangerous man in all of South America. Last thing I need to be doing right now is dreaming of a white Christmas. It’s fucking stupid, alright?”

Hesitantly, Javier lifted his hand and placed it over yours—it wasn’t the first time he’d ever held it, not the first time he had shown physical affection, but this was the most vulnerable he had ever seen you and he didn’t want to make things worse. Once he realized it was okay, he brushed the back of it with his thumb softly, soothingly.

“Yo hablaré con Messina, cariño.”

“No hay caso para eso, Javier.”

“Maybe I can convince her to let you go. She’s got me and she’s got Murphy. We’ll handle things here while you head home for a few days, spend a week with your family for Christmas. Doesn’t hurt to try, you know.” Javi squeezed your hand. Knowing just how fucking stubborn you could be, he insisted on it. “Por favor, cielo. Dejame ayudarte con esto. Yo solo quiero verte feliz. Dejame ayudarte.”

You drained the rest of your scotch and swallowed it along with the lump that had climbed it’s way up your throat. Setting the glass back down, you then pulled your hand out from under his and stood up.

“Forget it. I’m here because I have a job to do—we both have a job to do. I’ll get over it, Javier. Always do.”

Before he could say another word, you’d picked up your jacket and purse, making a quick dash for the exit before he could see the stubborn tear slipping out from the corner of your eye and down the side of your face. But he had seen it, and that’s exactly why he knew he had to do something for you.

About an hour later, Javi places a glittering star on top of the white spruce and then takes a couple of steps back, hands on his hips. Cocking his head to the side, he observes the tree and makes sure that he hasn’t left a single spot bare. He decides to add more gold tinsel until he feels oddly satisfied—and once he is, he pulls out his pocket knife, using it to open the small sized box he had brought with him; two different addresses were scribbled on the side of it in your mother’s handwriting, his apartment’s address the destination, her address the return.

“I wrapped it well,” she’d said over the phone. “It’s her most prized possession, so I really hope it gets to you in one piece or she’s going to kill us both.”

Javier slowly unwraps the object inside and feels a wave of complete and utter relief wash over him to see it made it through customs without breaking.

He squints, taking a better look at the ornament.

The little blonde ballerina is made of porcelain and holds a nutcracker soldier in her arms—the skirt of her dress is white lace embroidered with teeny red rosettes that perfectly match the blush painted on her cheeks and the color of the bow in her hair.

“It’s Clara,” your mother had explained to him.

“Who?” he’d asked, stupidly.

“Clara. You know, from The Nutcracker?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” he’d fibbed. “Clara. Got it.”

He had no clue what she had been talking about—but if it’s special to you, then it’s special to him.

Carefully, Javi hangs it on tree just as he hears the front door open and then slam shut so hard that it causes the paper thin walls of your unit to rattle.

“Peña!” you shout loudly. “You fucking asshole!”

Lip rolling between his teeth, he stifles a laugh.

You must have seen his Wrangler parked outside.

Grinning, Javier steps out into the hallway to greet you. “Hola, hermosa. Bienvenida a casa.”

“So, let me get this straight,” you say, tossing your purse and unit keys onto a nearby table. “You offer to give me ride to and from work but then proceed to ditch me and leave work three hours early—you leave me with no other fucking choice but to call a cab to bring me home and when he drops me off, I see your fucking car outside of my apartment?”

Rubbing his chin, he hums, “Sounds about right.”

You approach him, your hands curled into fists.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Javier?”

Javi’s quick to hold up his own hands in defense.

He won’t put it past you to knock him out—he and Murphy have seen you bring down men twice your size before without a weapon. Neither of them can decide if it’s hot as hell or downright terrifying.

“Okay, put those away and let me explain,” he tells you, shaking his head. “I’m really sorry I did that to you, but I did it for a reason.”

You scoff, “Well, if that reason was to piss me off, I have some news for you—it fucking worked.”

“That wasn’t the reason. Not this time, anyway.”

Chuckling, Javier extends a hand, holding it out to you.

You peer at it. “What are you doing, Peña?”

“Ven conmigo, cielo. Tengo una sorpresa para ti.”

Suspiciously, you ask him, “What did you do?”

He laughs again. He knew it wouldn’t make it easy for him. “You do know how surprises work, right?”

You lift your chin. “I do and I don’t like surprises.”

“I know you don’t, but I think you’ll like this one.”

Javi continues to hold out his hand and waits.

He’s just as stubborn as you are, if not more.

“We can stand here all fucking night, corazón.”

Sighing in defeat, you place your hand in his, heart skipping a beat when he smiles and laces together your fingers with his own.

“Cierra tus ojos.”

“Javier, I don’t want—”

He quickly cuts you off. “Do you trust me?”

Of course. Hell, you trusted him with your life.

And not just because it’s a job requirement.

Huffing, you do as he says and close your eyes.

“Good.” Javier places his other hand on your waist and his fingers brush against the patch of smooth, soft skin peeking out from between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your blouse. Ignoring his burning desire to feel more of you, he leads the way into the living room and positions you in front of the tree. Without dropping your hand, he moves to stand directly behind you, chest pressed lightly against your back.“Puedes abrir tus ojos, bonita.”

“Look Peña, I don’t know what you’re up to but—”

Your own startled gasp cuts you off mid sentence.

Squeezing your hand, he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear and you can feel his grin as he whispers, “Sorpresa, preciosa. Tienes un arbol de Navidad. Qué tal te parece?”

You open your mouth to speak, then clamp it shut.

His surprise had left you speechless.

Pleased with himself, Javi nudges you towards the tree and then drops his hands down at his sides as he watches you gingerly touch the needles.

Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply, the delicious, woodsy smell of pine reminding you of your family and how you’d all pile into your father’s old pickup truck and head to the Christmas Tree Farm to find the perfect white spruce to take home. Your father took great care in the picking process—he wanted the tallest, fluffiest, most fragrant tree. “Need this place to smell like the farm!” he’d boom. You smile and can’t help but to think he’d approve of Javi—if not because of what he had done for you, then the choice in tree would be enough to win him over.

“Do you like it?” he asks, softly.

You open your eyes and whirl around. “Javi, I can’t believe you did this,” you say, breathlessly. Smiling brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree, you throw your arms around him. “I love it so much!”

He savors the embrace—and wonders if you know just how perfectly you fit right in his arms.

“There’s one more surprise,” Javier informs you as he spins you around to look at the tree once again. “Do you see it?”

“See what?” Peering at the tree, you frown. “What am I supposed to be looking for—wait a second, is that—is that Clara?” Your hand flies to your mouth and you look up at him in complete shock. “That’s the ornament my grandmother made for me when I was a baby! I’ve had her since my first Christmas. How did you—?”

“Santa no cuenta sus secretos.” Javi grins, pulling you closer against his side. “But if you must know, your mom sent it to me,” he confesses. “Actually, I have to be honest—this whole thing was her idea.”

Perplexed, you ask, “This was my mom’s idea?”

“I know you’ve been having a hard time being here during the holidays instead of with your family,” he says. “I called her up a couple of weeks ago, asked her what I could do for you. We started talking and came up with this.” He shrugs and touches a hand to the back of his neck, sheepishly. “I know it’s not the same as going home. But I thought it might be nice to bring a little piece of home here to you.”

Warmth blossoms inside of your chest as you turn to face him. You place a hand on his chest. “Javi?”

Nervously, his throat bobs. “Yeah?”

“Why did you do this for me?”

Javier lifts his hand and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “I told you. I just want to see you happy.”

“But why?”

You know why.

But you need to hear him say it.

You need to hear it from his own mouth.

Javi’s hand moves to cup the side of your face. “Is it not obvious?” he murmurs as he grazes the silky soft skin over your cheekbone. “Tú bien sabes qué yo siento algo por ti, hermosa. Aunque no sientas igual.”

“How do you know I don’t feel the same for you?”

“Do you?” His thumb sweeps your bottom lip. “Do you feel the same for me?”

Your hand curls around his red plaid flannel.

“I shouldn’t,” you admit. “We’re work partners.”

He feigns offense. “Ouch. And here I was, thinking we were friends.” He now takes your chin between his index finger and his thumb. Licking his lips, his eyes meet yours. “Breaking my heart, baby.”

Your breath audibly catches. “We are friends—and it scares me to put our friendship on the line.”

“But?” he prompts as he tilts your head up toward his. His opposite hand finds your hip and pulls you closer to him.

“But when you do things like this—it’s hard for me not to fucking fall in love with you, Peña.” You drag your hand down his chest, your fingers relishing in the softness of his flannel. “It’s so fucking hard for me not to fall in love with somebody who feels like home.”

Javier’s chuckles softly.

“For the record, this wasn’t a ploy to get you to fall in love with me, corazón. But if it worked—” Javier pauses, dropping his hand from your face. “Then I guess it’s worth pulling this thing out.”

He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Javi, what the hell are you—?”

He grins, holding the mistletoe above your heads.

“Connie said this might come in handy.”

Your eyes flicker to his lips, then meet his gaze.

“Ven aqui, Peña.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull Javi in and crash your mouth against his. You brush his bottom lip with your tongue and he grants you the access you’re looking for. He tastes like spearmint and scotch, and something else too.

He tastes like yours.

And he feels like home.

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Translations

Yo hablaré con Messina, cariño. - I’ll talk to Messina, darling.

No hay caso para eso, Javier. - There’s no point, Javier.

Dejame ayudarte con esto. Yo solo quiero verte feliz. - Let me help you with this. I just want to see you happy.

Ven conmigo, cielo. Tengo una sorpresa para ti. - Come with me, I have a surprise for you.

Cierra tus ojos. - Close your eyes.

Puedes abrir tus ojos, bonita. - You can open your eyes, pretty girl.

Sorpresa, preciosa. Tienes un arbol de Navidad. Qué tal te parch? - Surprise, precious girl. You have a Christmas tree. What do you think?

Santa no cuenta sus secretos. - Santa doesn’t tell his secrets.

Tú bien sabes qué yo siento algo por ti, hermosa. Aunque no sientes igual. - You know all too well I have feelings for you. Even if you don’t feel the same.

Ven aqui, Peña. - Come here, Peña.

[lokischocolatefountain]

Sundress

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+ (Fluff, slight smut, no angst for once, slutshaming but not how you think)

She laughed freely at something his cousin said, all her nervousness from their journey to Texas leaving her little by little when his family embraced her as one of their own within minutes of meeting her. Oh and the alcohol helped too. He took her hand and played with her fingers as he sipped on his beer, smiling as he felt himself relax in the presence of the people who knew him the best.

It was unbelievable really, being back in Laredo not as the former sheriff who ran out on his bride but as a federal agent with a beautiful woman on his arm wearing his ring. She was here in a pretty sundress, sitting on the sofa in his home, laughing with his cousins as they shared embarrassing stories about him. Pops loved her, just as he expected and he just knew that if Ma was alive, she would love her too.

It could’ve just been his beer-addled mind, but he was so happy with her right there, right then that he would quit his job and just keep her right there in Laredo. He never liked the damn place, always wanted to break free and run off to explore the big bad world. But he also saw the appeal of a small town as he stared into the old picture of his parents on their wedding day. He wanted love like that. And he had it. He wanted to take care of the ranch with her, work where he lived so that he could slip into the house whenever he wanted to kiss her senseless. He wanted to wake up in the morning without worrying about going elsewhere for work and just bury himself in her warmth, make sweet love to her, have the big family he’s always secretly wanted.

“Why can’t I have a baby brother?” He recalled asking his parents, wishing to have a playmate at home. They’d tried. For many many years, they’d tried. But he didn’t know that. “It’s because you’re a naughty boy and I don’t have time for more naughty ones.” Ma said, pinching his cheeks before getting back to work with the newborn foal.

All his cousins had siblings and though he was close enough to them to not long for more kids his age to play with, he was jealous of them and angry at his parents. So he told himself all those years ago that when he was old enough, he would give his son a lot of little siblings to play with. It was stupid and childish really, but the sentiment hadn’t worn off over the years. He would like a big family someday. When they were away from all the dangers his job brought them.

Family and friends flitted out one by one, making Javier grateful that he didn’t have to kick them out to take his fiancé to bed. He loved his family and all but he had been around her for hours without being able to touch her inappropriately and that was getting to him. Kicking his family out to fuck his girl wouldn’t have been nice. And it wouldn’t have done well for his ‘Javi who left his fiancé at the altar’ reputation.

“I really like them,” she giggled as she cuddled into him on the sofa. He pressed a kiss to her lips and pulled back to find her smiling wide. He smiled back, unable to resist the infectious effects of her smile.

“Good. And they like you too. Especially pops.”

“Wooo!” She pumped her fist in the air, making him laugh. “‘S nice to have my future father-in-law’s approval.”

“Yeah well, let’s not rub it in my face,” he grumbled, recalling how unimpressed her father was with him. But he couldn’t fault the man. If his daughter came home with a guy who got shot at everyday for a living, he would be more than just unimpressed.

“Aww, Pobrecito,” she cooed before pressing wet kisses to his cheek. “He’ll come around. He’s just annoyed that you would be such a slut and have sex with his daughter under his roof before marrying her.”

“And whose fault is that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. She’d teased him all day, fucking grabbed him beneath the dinner table while carrying on conversation about work with her family.

“Whose fault?” She asked, making her eyes all soft and sweet just like the night she sneaked into the guest bedroom of her family home and begged him to fuck her. How was a man supposed to resist those sweet eyes and their filthy requests that contradicted their innocent act?

“Yours.”

“Mhmm?”

“Mhmm.”

“Okay then,” she said, smiling sweetly. Nothing good came out of that innocent act. “I’ll be a good girl tonight. I’ll take my bag to the guest bedroom. Sleep there for our entire week here.”

He rolled his eyes at her and snatched her bottle of beer before emptying the contents in one gulp. He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy.

“Rude!”

“Better rude than cruel, you absolute demon of a woman.”

“Cruel!? How dare you! I’ve been on my best behavior all day. I made your family fall in love with me faster than you made my family tolerate you. Miguel loves me so much that he would marry me if you didn’t. Linda invited me on a shopping trip and José didn’t move from me for hours.”

“José is two,” he said, laughing. Babies loved everyone, right? They were just innocent little creatures who loved everything. Or that was just what he told himself when his base instincts told him to take her to his room and put a baby in her immediately.

It wasn’t his fault. It was the goddamn sundress making her look all sweet and homely and just like something he’d want to put a baby in. He was going insane. Just the sight of her fitting in so well with his family and cradling his cousin’s kid while wearing a ring that declared her his was enough for him to stop thinking practically about all the things they needed to get out of the way before having kids.

“So? He loves me. I’m just so dang lovable,” she said, poking his chest with her index finger. “Not my fault that I’m perfect and you’re a big grump my father doesn’t care for.”

“He doesn’t hate me for being a grump. He hates me because he heard his innocent little girl screaming my name at night.”

“Asshole!” She gasped and shoved him away from her, but he returned right back and kissed her on the lips. Before she could call him more names, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, laughing as he felt her grab his ass immediately. Becoming boring was one of the reasons he didn’t want to get married, but with a girl like her who wanted him so openly, there wouldn’t be a boring day in his life.

“You make me fuck you in your family home, I get to have you fuck me in my childhood bedroom,” he said, carrying her to his room.

“Around all the posters of half naked women?”

“You offended, baby?” He asked, slapping her ass. He wasn’t the half naked women plastered all over his walls kind of guy anymore. But it made him feel giddy to think she might be…jealous?

“Nope! Just regretting taking down my John Wayne and Sydney Poitier posters. I had a John Wayne poster where he’s on a horse, wearing a cowboy ha—” she gasped as he dropped her on his bed.

“He was just a fake cowboy, baby. I’m the real deal. Got a ranch and all. I’ll put on the clothes if you want me to. Get on a horse, wear the damn hat. You want that?” He asked, hovering over her as she unbuttoned his shirt.

“I don’t know, Javi…” she tutted, twirling his hair around her finger. “You might look like a clown in it since you gave up the cowboy life to be a slut in Colombia.”

“I gave up the cowboy life to chase Escobar,” he corrected, giving her a pointed look.

“Yeah, but you spend more time being a slut than chasing Escobar.”

He pinched her ass, making her shriek and slap her hand over her mouth. “Javi! Don’t make me scream. I don’t want your dad to think badly of me!”

“Oh that’s one thing I can’t do, baby. Making you scream and making you cream comes naturally to me,” he said, making her gasp in horror. She had no reason to react so dramatically seeing that he’d definitely given her worse lines in the past. But it was fucking cute.

“Slut,” she chided, pushing him away but then pulling him down to her immediately. She gave him a peck on the lips before blessing the rest of his face with her kisses. It had him smiling like a kid, laughing like he used to when he was a permanent resident of this room.

“How many girls you fuck on this bed before me, Peña?” She asked as he shrugged his shirt off and got to work on her sundress. She looked pretty as hell in it, the white cotton with lemons printed on it giving her the look of the chaste woman she was not. But she looked the part in front of his family, hair down and neatly combed, pink on her cheeks and lips, and a pretty dress that made her look the part of a fiancée any group of Tias would approve of.

“You’re the first. The only one,” he said, pushing the elastic off her shoulders and kissing the swell of her breasts. He breathed in her distinct scent mixed with her sweat and took her breast into his mouth. She tasted salty from sweating, but he was not one to be disgusted by that. He came home to her sweaty and disgusting every damn night and she took him anyway. He buried his face between her breasts and took in her scent, groaning as his cock twitched in response.

Images of her with her knees bent by her head, still wearing the damn sundress as he drilled into her cunt filled his brain.

“Riiight. Totally believe that,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You don’t trust me? You’re the only girl— woman, on this bed.”

“I don’t believe you. I know for a fact that you were a slut in high school.”

“Oh I was,” he agreed, hand diving beneath her skirt. “But I never brought girls back here. I sneaked into their bedrooms and sneaked out when we were done.”

“Of course you did,” she laughed, fucking herself on his fingers. It was sweet, having her in his family home, learning more about him and being delighted in what she found.

“It’d been a fantasy for a while actually, to bring a girl home, sleep with her on my bed. I just hated having to pull my pants up and run out before my girlfriend’s parents caught us and shot me.”

“You absolute menace!” She scolded and shook her head. He wondered if she would’ve given him her time of day had they gone to school together. He was quite the lanky kid with none of the muscles of his current body that she loved so much. He didn’t have much game either, not enough to impress her at least. She was a big city girl and all he knew at fifteen was Laredo and its oppressive walls. The Agent Javier Peña of now had slipped a diamond ring on her finger, but Javi from Laredo would’ve made a fool out of himself trying to get her to just talk to him.

Or not.

Maybe she would’ve liked him back. Maybe stupid boys with the worst pickup lines and too much confidence were her teenage self’s type.

“Would’ve sneaked into your room too,” he teased, bunching her skirt up at her waist before sucking her clit between his lips.

“Javi!” She squealed and not from pleasure. He apologized for hurting her with his desperation and placed a gentle kiss on the nub.

“My dad would’ve killed you for sure,” she said, running her hand over his arm. He flexed his muscles for her benefit and she took his offer, lavishing his arm with attention before moving a hand down his back as far as she could reach.

“Worth it for this pussy.”

He spent the night with his head between her legs, making her cry his name into her hand and then his pillow. In his head, he gave Javi from two decades ago a pat on the back. He’d gotten out of Laredo like he always wished, no matter the circumstance. He landed a pretty girl who wanted to fuck just as much as he did. He had love like his parents. He’d have a wedding he wouldn’t walk out on and someday maybe the grandchild his dad mentioned in passing.

Life was good.

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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

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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*

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╰┈➤ negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon, glenn rhee, shane walsh

╭┈─ ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ STAR WARS ✧ ˚ · .

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[thetriumphantpanda]

Hi Panda🐼 I hope you’re having an exciting day! and got some well deserved rest!

Anyhoo, so I have an idea for this prompt ❛ you look good like this. ❜ for Javier Peña. MIRROR SEX. Rough, fingering, choking, overstimulation just plain old filth.

Watcha think?

YOU BEAUTIFUL THING YOU. This has been sat in my inbox for an age so I'm sorry, but I have not been able to get away from this image... I hope I did justice to your request and thank you so much for sending it in! 😏

Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count | 1K

Warnings | Just smut below the cut... I'm not even sorry anymore. Breath play, overstimulation, oral sex (F receiving), rough sex, unprotected PiV sex.

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Your hair is stuck to your forehead by a thin film of sweat. It’s gripping to your neck in a way that would normally drive you insane and have you tugging it into a tie atop your head to get it out of the way, but this is different. Javier Pena has just drawn your third orgasm of the night from you. The first was at the mercy of his fingers, rubbing slow and languid circles over your clit whilst you leant against his chest on the couch. His lips kissing your neck, his teeth nipping small marks behind your ears as filth dropped from his mouth. 

The second came from his mouth, lips suckled to your clit like a man starved as he licked and sucked in equal measure, so much stimulation that you were sure Steve and Connie could hear the scream of his name from your lips as your fingers dragged his face from your pussy when the slow kisses meant to bring you through the aftershocks of your orgasm became too much. 

This one, the third, came from both. He’d wrapped you up in his arms and dragged you from the couch to his bed, giving you no more than 15 minutes to catch your breath and your thoughts before he was back between your thighs, his fingers buried deep in your weeping pussy whilst his tongue set a fast paste of licking at your clit. 

You led on the bed, chest heaving and bones turned to jelly, trying to catch your breath, when Javier took your wrist in his hand and pulled you to sit up, “Come with me, hermosa, I want to try something.” 

He pulled your wrist again to pull you off the bed, resting a hand at the small of your back to steady you as you walked on shaking legs to the full-length mirror on his wall, “Hands here.” He whispered into your ear, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, hands pressing your own into the glass. 

His feet kicked at one of your ankles to spread your legs and a gentle but firm hand came to the back of your neck to press you forward into the mirror, your face close enough to leave steam on it when you let out a breath. You could hear Javi shedding his jeans behind you, could see it in the mirror in front of you. You moved your body just enough that you could see him in the mirror, jerking his cock in his fist as he smirked at you, making eye contact in the glass. 

“Eyes on the mirror, querida.” He breathed, lining himself up with your seeping entrance, burying himself inside you in one quick thrust. 

Your eyes met your own in the reflection as a moan drops from your lips. It’s a sight you didn’t realise you’d enjoy so much, watching yourself get fucked, but you had to admit you were thoroughly enjoying it. As Javi pulled his cock out and buried it right back inside you, your eyes met his own, a delicious smirk splayed across his mouth as he watched you enjoy the sight of yourself and your pleasure at his hands. 

As he set the pace of his hips snapping into you, one of his hands came to your throat, gripping just enough to catch your breath and send your pussy clenching around him. You watched his eyes dip to your collarbones, watching as pools of sweat caught in the dip of your throat as he squeezed his hand just a little harder, causing a twisted laugh to drop from your lips. 

“You look good like this.” He growled into your ear, as his free hand trailed from the grip it had held on your hip right back to your clit. 

“Javi please,” You begged, “Fuck… I… Jesus Christ.” 

“He’s not here, hermosa, it’s just me,” He grinned, taking your ear lobe into his mouth to nibble slightly, “What do you need?” 

“I don’t think… fuuuuck,” You moaned, the feeling of his fingers on your clit verging on pain rather than pleasure, “It’s too much, I don’t think I can.” 

“Of course you can,” He encouraged, “You’re such a good girl for me, hermosa, you can give me one more.” 

His hand gave another squeeze to your neck and your eyes dropped down, watching as Javi’s fingers circled your clit, you’d never watched this closely before and you could feel the white heat of your orgasm building. His lips were back on your neck, sucking marks and then pressing kisses to soothe them. The hand that had been gripping your throat was now back to gripping your hip and you were sure there would be bruises there in the morning. 

“Oh my God, Javi, I’m….” You couldn’t talk, the sensation of his cock filling you up, his lips on your neck and his hand drawing tight circles on your clit too much for you. 

“Ven por mi bebe.” 

As soon as his Spanish hit your ears your fourth orgasm ripped through you. If it wasn’t for Javi’s strong hands on your hips you’d have crumpled to the floor in a heap. 

“Good girl.” He moaned into your ear, catching your eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he pounded into your spent pussy a few more times, pulling out just in time to spill his thick ropes of cum over your backside. 

As he gathered his breath, one of his hands met yours on the mirror, tangling your fingers together with a reassuring squeeze. His other hand came to grab your other hand, pulling you from the mirror and guiding you towards the bed where you were grateful to flop face first into the sheets, not caring how silly it must have looked to the man behind you. 

You were almost asleep when you felt a warm cloth on your back, wiping away the mess he’d made, and then the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the swell of your ass. When the telltale dip of the mattress registered to your body you instinctively crawled into Javi’s waiting arms. 

“Remind me to apologise to Steve and Connie in the morning,” You mumbled into his neck, “I’m sure they heard everything.” 

[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!!

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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.

[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.

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Very much thinking about being his very soft, sweet wife who lives to please him even though he never asks her to do anything for him, she just loves to see the smile on his face.

The kind of soft, sweet wife that cooks his favourite homemade meals and comes up with new recipes that she’s desperate for him to try as soon as he steps foot through the door because she just knows he’ll put one forkful into his mouth and instantly melt into his seat.

Who strokes her fingertips down the bridge of his nose as if he were some kind of feline, letting him nuzzle the side of his face into her equally soft, silk slip dress. Stroking his hair off of his forehead until his eyes begin to close and his form becomes heavy and she has to force him to go to bed with her.

Listening to him talk about his stresses and worries and concerns and when he’s exhausted and doesn’t want to talk about it anymore, letting her chew his ear off about anything and everything.

[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.

[byuljoonie]

Brooklyn Baby // Pedro Pascal

Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me

pairing: dom!pedro x fem!reader

genre: small drabble, unedited

word count: 444

warnings: fluff, kissing, teasing, lil age gap

note: PLZ ik this is a kpop oriented acc, but I want to write about what comes to mind and rn what comes to mind is HIM. God forbid a woman have hobbies, lol maybe I should stop re-watching Narcos🕴🏾- dubu♡

“I am going to eat your soul, and shit it out LESNICKI,” the TV screamed loudly, your eyes widening in delight as you watched your favorite movie for the millionth time.

You were getting ready for a night out with your boyfriend, and the only thing comforting enough to fill the silence of your apartment was the sound of a horror film. Your obsession with horror movies stemmed from an early age, but it’s one of the many quips Pedro loves about you.

You could talk for hours about your favorite movies, quoting lines like a most prestigious dork award was to be given after your efforts. He could send you tumbling over in laughter one minute, but have you writhing under him the next.

He used his talent to his advantage, what could he say? Someone as beautiful as you decided to give him a chance. While you were questioning your luck the entire first date.

You heard the door to your apartment open, jumping slightly when the TV simultaneously emitted a loud noise. “Y/N?” You heard his voice call you from the living room, heavy footsteps making their way deeper into your place.

“Almost ready!” You stood up from your vanity, pulling up the zipper on the black skirt you wore.

You ran to your bedroom door swinging it open in excitement. You were met with the familiar smell of his cologne, wrapping your arms around his towering frame.

“Hey sugar,” his lips stretched into a smile, leaning over to kiss you smoothly. He felt cold, the faint taste of mint and cigarettes still on his breath. You melted into the kiss, content and moving your arms to drape over his neck.

Mmm, you hummed against his lips remembering the lip gloss you just applied, sheepishly pulling away to stare at his glossy lips.

“Thanks I needed that,” he said sarcastically, wiping the lipgloss from his lips with a swipe of his thumb. Winking at you as a finale, you laughed at his expression.

“You look so handsome,” you said tugging at his suit jacket, loving the tight fitting black shirt on him. “You look like money, baby.” He kissed your hand sweetly, asking you to give him a spin. You happily complied.

“Come on we should get going,” he said grabbing your coat from the bed, watching as you bent over to put on your heels. Taking the opportunity he aggressively grabbed your ass , contemplating if you should leave after all.

“You’re right, we don’t want to miss drinks.” You insist turning around, smirking at him knowingly. He shoves his hands in his pocket, titling his head suddenly.

“Let’s not stay long.”