#narcos masterlist

[toxicanonymity]

NARCOS Masterlist. 18+

18+ smut, fem/afab reader. Heed warnings.

Javier Peña x You x Steve Murphy

THE RAID - Dark Loose-Fit Series, Captivity.

The Condom - Darkish, mean!Javi.

Stavier x You

Smut between the men, and with you.

The Interruption - Stavier smut, ft. you.

Javier Peña x You

Hunt and peck - After work in the office.

Steve Murphy x You

File Room Boss - During work.

Multiple Pairings

Smut between you and the women, ft. the men.

Good Girls - with Claudia Messina, ft. Steve.

Conversation Pit - w Connie Murphy, ft. Stavier.

Main Masterlist

[promisingyounglady]

javier peña. | NARCOS.

go back to bed.

accident.

[idkwhylou]

Writing spanish dialogue in fanfiction !

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

·:*¨༺ ✮ ༻¨*:·

·:*¨༺ ✮ ༻¨*:·

Colombia circa 1990 - American Embassy

The hippies had been replaced by Colombians, and these guys didn't wear flip-flops.

𝐉𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐧̃𝐚

or the dea’s whore

⍟ Nothing yet

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

or the gringo

⍟ Nothing yet

·:*¨༺ ✮ ༻¨*:·

[fallenbratfiction]

Mustache Deal ~ javier peña x f! reader

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A/N: This is the only way I have to motivate myself to study for midterms.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: explicit sexual content. face riding (f! reader receiving oral), mustache riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) piv, praise kink, light sub/dom dynamic, javi being commanding and bossy, overstimulation, rough language such as cussing, power play (deal, reward), javier manhandling gently, dacryphilia, I fucking love his mustache, god I love every mustache honestly. it's a warning itself.

✦ no thoughts, just javier's mustache ✦  

❝ This story is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Minors DNI. I am not responsible as for what you choose to consume.❞

do not copy, translate or claim any of my work as your own.

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“Javi,” you call his name as you lean on the door frame of the living room.

He’s smoking a cigarette on the couch, his head thrown back against the headboard.

“Javi” you whine calling him again trying to catch his attention. Javier turns his head to look at you. You’re wearing one of his large shirts and old boxer briefs of his.

“Ven aquí amor” he calls and you paddle through the living room to get to him and sit on his lap facing him. His hands set on your sides stroking your thighs. “What’s up baby?”

“I want to ride your face” you bite your lip confessing to him. You feel like squirming at the thought, the thought that hasn’t let you study for the past hour or two.

“Is that so?” He raises a brow and leans in pressing his lips to yours. “How’s studying going?”

You groan and dip your face on the crook of his neck. You don’t want to talk about it or even think. It’s so much reading material it feels eternal. Javier chuckles and plays with your hair.

“You gotta study, how else you going to become a professional?” You let out an annoyed groan at the scolding. “I can’t focus, too busy thinking of getting myself off with your mustache”

He clears his throat and you grind slowly on his lap. He holds you in place. He hates to be the annoying old man but he can’t let you throw all your effort away for him, even if he wished that himself.

“How about a deal, hmm?” If you study for the rest of the afternoon, I’ll let you ride my face”

“But I want it now, I need it”

“It’s an offer, answer is yes or no.”

You huff and roll your eyes at him. “Fine, yes, deal or whatever”

You try get up from his lap annoyed but he pulls you back in.

“Eh, eh, eh, beso.” You grin and bring your lips to his, brushing softly before giving in to the kiss. Your tongue is playing around until you get too playful. “Okay, go study now, and I better see your head dived into a book when I walk past.”

You sigh dramatically as you slide off his lap, bare legs brushing against his jeans just to be a menace. Javier smacks your ass lightly as you pass, and you whip your head around to glare at him. He just raises a brow, smug.

“Pórtate bien,” he calls after you, tapping the ash from his cigarette into a tray. "Or the deal’s off."

You mutter something under your breath about bossy men and their stupid beautiful mouths and mustaches, but he just laughs — low and lazy — and you feel it in your bones.

You plop down at the kitchen table, yanking your notes toward you, pen in hand. When you risk a glance over your shoulder, you catch him watching you through the haze of smoke, head tipped, smile tugging at his mouth like he’s the one suffering here. Like he wants you to fail, just to have an excuse to bend you over the couch instead.

You grit your teeth, heart pounding, and bury your head in your book. Fine, just a few more chapters and you get your reward.

You bury yourself in your textbook, underlining, highlighting, pretending the words make any goddamn sense when all you can feel is the heat of Javier’s gaze drifting toward you from the couch.

A few minutes later, you hear the soft tap of his boots on the floor. Then — his hand slides slowly along your back, fingertips brushing your spine over his old t-shirt you're wearing. You tense immediately, biting your lip, eyes glued to the same stupid paragraph for the fifth time.

"¿Cómo vas, amor?" His voice is smug, lazy, and soaked in amusement.

"I'm studying," you mutter, refusing to look up, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how wrecked you already are.

He hums thoughtfully, standing behind your chair. One hand drops to your shoulder, massaging gently, while the other lazily skims the curve of your waist — distracting, distracting, distracting.

"You sure?" he teases, his mouth brushing your ear. "Doesn't look like you’ve turned a page in a while."

You squeeze your thighs together under the table, breath hitching. His thumb strokes just under the hem of your borrowed shirt, teasing warm skin.

"Javi, please." You can’t help it, the way it comes out — whiny, desperate, your patience fraying fast.

He laughs under his breath, low and rough. God, he loves you like this — needy and squirming and just barely holding it together.

But instead of mercy, he leans down even closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "A deal’s a deal, mami." His voice is velvet. Mean velvet. "You study. You earn it."

You groan and drop your forehead dramatically against the textbook. He chuckles and straightens up, pressing a single, chaste kiss to the crown of your head before stepping away.

You hear him settle back onto the couch with a satisfied sigh, like he hasn't just turned you inside out.

"Better hurry, bonita," he calls lazily from across the room. "I’m gonna start charging interest if you take too long."

"That's not fair!" you shout over your shoulder.

Javier just shrugs from the couch, all smug and relaxed like he didn’t just ruin your entire existence with one sentence.

You huff, slamming your highlighter down dramatically — but fine. Two can play dirty. You shove your headphones on, blasting music loud enough to drown out even your filthy thoughts, and dive headfirst into your notes.

You read. You memorize. You highlight until the words blur.

You lock in.

For him, for you. For the deal.

Hours pass. The light shifts. Your brain feels like melted cheese but — you did it. You did it.

You yank your headphones off and spring out of your chair, victorious, feeling like a goddamn warrior.

And then— You don’t just walk over to him. You strut.

A little swing in your hips, bare thighs on display in his old boxer briefs. You toss your hair over your shoulder just to be a brat. Maybe even hum a little song under your breath like you’re on a catwalk.

Javier watches you approach, lazy smirk curling, cigarette burning low between his fingers. He leans back, spreads his legs wider on the couch, tilting his head as you sashay right up to him.

You stop right between his knees, hands on your hips, grinning down at him.

"Finished my work," you say sweetly, sickly sweet. "Can I have my reward now, daddy?"

He exhales slow, smoke curling out from the corner of his mouth. His pupils are black.

"Cabrón," he mutters under his breath, flicking the cigarette into the tray and grabbing your hips. "Come here."

He pulls you down onto his lap in one swift tug, mouth crashing into yours — all teeth and tongue and victorious, hungry kisses.

His hands slip under your shirt, palming your ass possessively. "You sure you finished everything, baby?" he mumbles against your lips.

You nod rapidly, too dizzy to even pretend otherwise. "Uh-huh. All of it."

"Good girl," he rasps.

Javier grins against your skin, then leans back just enough to catch your face in his hand, thumb stroking your cheek lazily. His voice is low, rough, full of promise:

"Let's go get your reward then, hermosa."

You scramble off his lap with a speed that makes him chuckle under his breath. He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers, and the two of you walk down the hall together — you practically drag him toward the bedroom.

Once inside, he falls back onto the bed with a heavy, relaxed thud, legs spreading slightly, arms thrown casually behind his head. He watches you — starving — as you stand at the foot of the bed.

Without a second thought, you yank his shirt off over your head, tossing it to the floor, the boxers quickly following. Your skin prickles under his gaze — the way his eyes drag over you slowly, reverently, like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Mierda..." he mutters when you kick the last piece of clothing away and start crawling up his body.

You plant your hands on his stomach first, feeling the hard muscle flex under your touch, and slowly, deliberately, you crawl up his torso. His hands find your thighs immediately, thumbs stroking slow circles into your skin as you straddle his chest.

His eyes meet yours — dark, heated, full of something that makes your stomach flip. His mustache twitches with a smirk.

His hands tighten around your thighs, strong and unyielding, and before you can even catch your breath, he pulls you up — guiding you to sit right over his mouth, caging himself under you like you’re his whole goddamn world.

A low, hungry groan vibrates against you the second you make contact. Your hands shoot out, scrambling for purchase against the headboard, his hair, anything — because the second his mouth seals against you, it's over.

"Go on, mami," he rasps, the words rumbling against your skin. "Ride."

The first thing you notice — the first thing that sends your head spinning — is the feel of his mustache dragging against your skin. It's perfect.

Javier licks a slow, heavy stripe up your folds, savoring the taste, the wetness, and the heat as you begin to ride his face. His hands hold your sides and press you down harder against him, keeping you in place.

Every time his tongue flicks up, every time he moves his mouth a little rougher or tilts his chin just right, that coarse scrape of his mustache follows — rubbing against your sensitive clit, setting you on fire.

You whimper — high and broken — grinding helplessly against his mouth, chasing every stroke, every brush.

"Fuck, Javi—" you gasp, voice cracking. "Your— your mustache—"

He groans deep in his chest like he likes hearing it, like he knows exactly how filthy it feels. The vibration shoots through your whole body.

He tilts his head slightly, dragging his mustache deliberately across you — slow, teasing — while he sucks your clit into his mouth and laps at you like he’s savoring every single second.

"You like that, mami?" he mutters against you, voice gravelly and dripping with dark amusement. His mustache brushes again, torturously slow. "That's what you've been thinking about all afternoon?"

You're panting, gasping his name, nails digging into his chest as you start to lose the rhythm, thighs trembling from the intensity.

He pulls back just enough to growl against your skin: "Don’t you dare run from it, baby. You earned this. Take it."

And then he dives back in — rough, messy, hungry — licking and sucking you mercilessly, not stopping even when your thighs start to shake around his head.

You can feel it building, molten and electric, heat curling tighter and tighter in your belly — and he knows. He feels it in the way your hips start stuttering, the desperate little whimpers spilling from your mouth.

He grabs your ass with both hands, keeping you firmly in place, refusing to let you escape the overwhelming pleasure.

"Come on," he rasps against you, voice low, coaxing, commanding. "Give it to me, hermosa. I want it. All of it."

You fall apart, crying out as you grind down relentlessly against his face as you ride out your orgasm, your vision blurring as you go through it.

The drag of his mustache against your sensitive swollen clit makes you scream and your thighs clamp around his head tighter.

He holds you through every second of it, savoring you, humming low in his chest like a man worshipping at his favorite altar.

"That's it, baby," he praises, voice rough and wrecked under you. "Use me. Take what you need."

And you do — grinding down, lost to the filthy heat of it, the unbearable, delicious scratch of his mustache sending you spiraling.

He doesn’t stop — licks you through it, slow and messy, until you're slumped against the headboard, panting and ruined, his face shining with you.

When you finally collapse beside him, limp and shaking, Javier wipes his mouth with the back of his hand — still looking like the smuggest, most satisfied man alive.

You’re still gasping, brain barely rebooting, when he tosses the pillow aside and rolls over, covering your body with his. Caging you beneath him, trapping you between his arms like you’re something precious — like he’s not letting you leave until he’s had his fill.

His mouth finds yours instantly — messy, hot, desperate. You can taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, and instead of shying away, you lick into him, chasing the slick, musky taste, dizzy with it.

Javier groans deep in his chest, rutting his hips against yours with a low, broken noise.

"Mierda," he mutters into your mouth, dragging his lips down your jaw, then your neck — kissing, licking, nipping — like he can't get enough of you. He latches onto the soft spot just above your collarbone, sucking until you’re whimpering, until you know it’s going to leave a mark. Like he wants it to. Like he needs the whole fucking world to know you’re his.

When he drags his mouth lower — mouth warm and mustache scratching deliciously against your chest — you arch up into him without even thinking.

He nips at the swell of your breast, then closes his mouth around your nipple, tugging gently, sucking in a way that has you writhing under him.

You gasp, tugging at his hair, trying to say something — anything — but the words tangle in your throat.

"You're—" you manage to stammer, but it gets stuck. Your brain is gone. Melted.

He feels it — the way your chest stutters against him, the way your mouth opens but no words come out. He waits for it, pulling back just slightly, watching you try so hard to form a sentence, waiting for the sweet sound of your pretty little thoughts.

But there’s nothing. Just your ragged breathing, your wrecked expression, the way your hands weakly clutch at his arms like you’re trying to anchor yourself.

He grins — all wicked heat and filthy pride — because he knows he’s broken you. Knows he's turned that sharp, bratty tongue of yours into a trembling mess.

He leans down again, catching your nipple between his teeth, grazing it lightly — and you whine, helpless, overstimulated, back arching up into him like a magnet.

Javier lifts his head, looking down at you —his face flushed from exertion, his lips swollen from kissing you, his beard and mustache shining with the evidence of what he just did to you.

He smirks down at you, slow and dangerous, chest heaving against yours. And then, with an unbearable tenderness, he dips his head again and kisses you.

Your body melts under him, pliant and wrecked and warm, and he hums into the kiss, a lazy satisfied noise that vibrates through you.

When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavy, his hands stroking slow circles on your hips.

"Still with me, hermosa?" he teases, voice rough, thick with affection.

You let out a broken little whimper, too far gone to form words. Your thighs rub together, seeking friction, instinctive and mindless.

He chuckles low in his chest, the sound sending shivers through you. Then, with a hand gentle but commanding, he nudges your thighs apart, settling himself between them. Javier fits himself inside you with a slow, heavy push, your wetness allowing him in easily. Like your body was made to take him. Like he belongs there.

You cry out softly, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, trying to pull him impossibly closer. He groans deep in his chest, forehead dropping to yours as he sinks in fully — inch by inch — until there's no space left between you.

"Fuck, baby," he rasps, voice wrecked, thick with awe. "You feel so good... so fuckin' good wrapped around me."

You’re panting, mouth parted, eyes glassy and dazed, barely able to think — to breathe — around how full you feel.

And still — that cocky little smirk curves at the edge of his kiss-swollen mouth, even as his hips roll slow and filthy against you.

He presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then your cheekbone, his voice dipping low and teasing:

"Still got some extra credit to earn, don't you think?"

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If all of this won't motivate me to study, then God help me, I don't know what will.

✦ this took time, love, & late-night agony ✦ reblogs are cherished. comments fuel me. thank you for the support ✨

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[pedroscurls]

the ultimate masterlist: ➢ 18+ only, mdni ➢ 🌶️ - smut || ❤️‍🩹 - angst || 🥰 - fluff last updated: june 21, 2025

PEDRO PASCAL

CLINT FLOOD

🌶️ teach me a thing or two: you meet clint at a low point in your life. ironically enough, he meets you at his lowest too. what happens when you both realize you could teach each other a thing or two?

DAVE YORK

🥰 eyes on you: dave has been single for a while now - focused on his work, but you manage to capture his attention. the only downside? you're already spoken for and your husband is his colleague.

DIN DJARIN

🌶️ at your pleasure: din didn't need a partner, but he can't deny the fact that having you around has helped him complete his missions much faster. after din messes up a mission (which rarely happens), the truth finally comes out.

HARRY CASTILLO

🥰 love at last: harry’s never been in love before… until he meets you, which awakens a part of him that he never thought he was capable of.

🥰 no one else comes close: harry's insecurity makes him jealous during a night out with you.

FRANKIE MORALES

❤️‍🩹 always here for you: Frankie comforts you as you cope with your grief.

❤️‍🩹 chance encounters [COMPLETE]: you’ve suddenly and tragically lost your best friend and can’t handle the grief. until four strangers give you a glimmer of hope that things will (and can) get better.

❤️‍🩹 hold my hand: for years, you have been in love with Frankie. everyone else saw it, except him, and you never had the courage to tell him how you truly felt. instead, you stuck by his side even when it hurt. and after Colombia, he hadn’t been the same. you knew he had demons (being a veteran and all), but this… this was different. would Frankie finally open his eyes and realize that the woman he was meant to be with had been right in front of him all along?

❤️‍🩹🌶️ third time's a charm [COMPLETE]: there is history between you and Frankie. In fact, you have both broken up twice and yet, you still seem to find your way back to each other. could this third chance be the last and final one?

JAVIER PEÑA

❤️‍🩹🌶️ all we are: you and Javier have history and have been in this endless cycle for years, always trying to “one-up” each other, but what happens after a night of steamy, dirty sex that the truth finally comes out?

❤️‍🩹🌶️ innocent eyes: Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, finally have one night off. so, when they go to a local bar to unwind, Javier certainly wasn’t expecting you to walk through the doors.

🥰 those three words: since coming back home for good, you had been the one to keep him grounded. and tonight, javier finally feels the peace he's been craving for since leaving colombia... and it's all because of you.

JOEL MILLER

❤️‍🩹🌶️ always been you [COMPLETE]: you and Joel have become best friends, but as the years pass, you both realize that the love you have for each other goes beyond just “best friends”. will either of you have the courage to express your true feelings or will you both just remain secretly in love with each other?

🌶️ blessing in disguise: joel misses his shift for patrol, which turns out to be a blessing in disguise. (or joel misses work bc reader is giving him some morning head 😉)

❤️‍🩹 broken souls [IN PROGRESS]: what happens when you realize love isn’t enough? and when years later, you meet again that all the pain and heartbreak comes rushing back… like it never left.

❤️‍🩹🌶️ dirty little secret [IN PROGRESS]: when your best friend and his fiancée, Sarah, have their belated engagement party (kicking off their pre-wedding parties), you meet the father of the bride and realize that he’s completely off limits. but you always did like older men, and Joel? well, maybe he could be your dirty little secret.

❤️‍🩹 🌶️ 🥰 feels like home [IN PROGRESS]: while joel's part of the jackson community, he's finding it hard to settle in. and when his nightmares begin to keep him up at night, he begins to frequent the tipsy bison. he tells himself it's to help take the edge off, to help him sleep, but instead, he finds comfort in you. because even in this fucked up world, you feel like home.

🌶️🥰 forever, with you: you tell joel how you really feel... during karaoke night at the tipsy bison. and to your surprise, he does the same.

🌶️ guys night out: Tommy takes Joel to a strip club.

🥰 in case you didn't know: Joel steps out of his comfort zone and puts his feelings into words the best way he knows how.

🌶️ let me show you: joel comes home and shows you (and mainly himself) that age is nothing but a number.

❤️‍🩹 robbed of you: the days don't get any easier... and today in particular, you're reminded of that fateful day.

❤️‍🩹🌶️ the teacher [IN PROGRESS]: you have been on your own for over a year and after Maria saves you and brings you to Jackson, you try and settle in, doing your best to contribute to the community. though, it doesn’t help that your neighbor, Joel Miller, reminds you of a special person from before Outbreak day.

🌶️ stranded: your car breaks down on the side of the road and a stranger decides to help you out… and you have no choice but to accept his help.

MARCUS ACACIUS

❤️‍🩹 letters across time: after having moved to rome for a fresh new start, you begin to receive letters from an unlikely stranger that you begin to develop feelings for... only to come to the heartbreaking realization that the two of you may never meet.

MARCUS PIKE

🥰🌶️ second chances [IN PROGRESS]: after Marcus moves to DC - alone - he’s determined to just focus on work. after a failed marriage followed with his failed relationship with Lisbon, Marcus believes that love just isn’t in the cards for him anymore. until you move in next door.

HUGH JACKMAN

REAL PERSON FANFICTION (note: i am no longer writing rpf)

🌶️ ❤️‍🩹 🥰 training partners [COMPLETE]: you hire a new personal trainer to get you back on track, but you don't realize that she's also hugh jackman's trainer until you show up to the gym. ↳ pt 1. - pt 2. - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6 - pt. 7 - pt. 8 - pt. 9 - pt. 10 - pt. 11 - pt. 12 - pt. 13 - pt. 14 - pt. 15 - pt. 16 - pt. 17

🌶️ ❤️‍🩹 secret crushes: you've known hugh for years, having not only a personal friendship with him, but also a professional one. then, ryan decides to play matchmaker unbeknownst to you or hugh. ↳ pt. 1 (can be read as a standalone) - pt. 2 (which includes blake and ryan with reader!)

🌶️ sneak away with me: you sneak away with hugh during a party.

🌶️ welcome to broadway: it's the anniversary of oklahoma! and with it being your first broadway show, hugh takes you under his wing to show you the ropes. along the way, you realize that you've developed feelings for him.

🌶️ 🥰 baby, stay in bed: head over heels in love with hugh, you spend the night for the first time... and realize that hugh feels the same way.

🌶️ save a horse, ride a cowboy: hugh takes you to go flower picking, but all you can think about is taking him back to his car and riding him.

🥰 let the world know: you and hugh have been keeping your relationship a secret... until hugh accidentally lets millions of his followers know exactly who he's been dating.

🥰 cooking with hugh: hugh gets to see you in action... and he reaps the benefits too.

🥰 the first date: hugh takes you out for your first date.

🥰 sunday nights: sunday nights with hugh are your favorite -- movie night, cuddling, and finally some alone time with him.

🌶️ 🥰 romantic getaway: hugh takes you to greece for a romantic getaway after rumors of your relationship with him start to circulate the media... but there's no hiding it anymore.

🥰 first impressions: hugh meets your kids for the first time.

🥰 bad influence: already running late for work, hugh convinces you to call in sick.

🥰 mesmerized from afar: despite your relationship with hugh being out in the open, you both still do your best to keep it professional in the public eye... until hugh makes it very obvious during a hollywood event.

🌶️ 🥰 our little secret: ryan and blake try to set you and hugh up, but little do they know, you've already been secretly seeing each other.

🌶️ you put a spell on me: hugh attends a masquerade-themed party and you capture his attention the moment you step into the building.

🥰 seasons changing: hugh and reader get ready for fall in new york.

🌶️ late to the party: possibly already late to ryan and blake's party, hugh becomes just slightly annoyed when you can't decide what to wear... and when he realizes that you're doing it on purpose, he only knows one way to make sure you don't do it again.

❤️‍🩹 better together: after filming finishes with deadpool & wolverine, your relationship with hugh progresses... until he breaks things off with you. it isn't until ryan invites you to the press tour that you see him again and finally have a serious conversation with him.

❤️‍🩹 🥰 in the shadows: hugh's excited to see you at his premiere, but when he sees the look on your face when he's posing with one of his co-stars, he's confused because you decide to leave without a word.

LOGAN HOWLETT

🌶️ runaway bride [old man!logan]: on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal.

🌶️ just the tip [old man!logan]: you're ready to take the next step with logan, but you're still a bit nervous.

🥰🌶️ christmas confessions [COMPLETE - origins!logan]: unable to go back home for christmas, you spend it with logan - the man you had been in love with for years.

❤️‍🩹🌶️ in every lifetime [COMPLETE - worst!wolverine]: you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds? ↳ pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5

❤️‍🩹 tale as old as time: after a very rough night, logan finally decides that you deserve better than him. nothing ever works out for him - chaos and danger follows him wherever he goes and he can't subject you to that life. not you.

🌶️ touch starved [worst!wolverine]: logan agreed to go out with wade, having been promised a low-key night, but he should've known than to trust wade for his word. he didn't agree to spend his night at a strip club and he's just about ready to leave until he sees you.

❤️‍🩹 you broke me first [xmen series!logan]: logan comes back to the mansion in search of you... but he's hurt you for the last time and you can't do this dance with him any longer.

🥰 his girl: logan didn't think he'd ever get a second chance at making his life matter nor did he think he even deserved it... but then he met you. his girl.

WYATT BOSE (jamie getz)

🌶️ playing with fire: wyatt (aka, jamie) always had one thing on his mind: money. so after he and jonathan part ways, he meets you - a woman that suddenly makes him realize that there's more to life than treachery, manipulation, and violence. but when he has another chance at getting more money than he's ever had before, he goes back to his old ways... and you're more than willing to help him in any way possible.

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Pedge-Page MASTERLIST

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Joel Miller

Rough Day tags: freeuse, rough to soft Joel

Swim Lessons tags: friends to lovers, teasing, shower sex

There's Only One Joel Miller tags: posessive, dubcon, slight breeding

Mother who Provides , Mother Who Indulges , Extra Helpings tags: sub!Joel, breastfeeding, mommy kink

You Please, My Pleasure tags: Sub!Joel, Mommy Kink

Pregnancy Ft Tommy, Breakfast Bunch tags: pregnancy, sharing, cucking, breastfeeding, breeding

Bloodkink!Joel tags: fear, blood licking, toxic

Discipline tags: sub!Joel, ball torture, hands free orgasm

Live a Little, Give a Little, More [part 2] , Homemade public sex, exhibitionist, strangers

lactation tags: preganncy, breastfeeding

belly bump tags: pregnancy, cumplay

featuring Tess tags: pregnancy, forced breeding

Lactation 2 tags: breastfeeding, hands free orgasm, breeding

Milk Run tags: breastfeeding, sub!joel, public

Routine tags: breastfeeding

Sore tags: breastfeeding, titty slapping, bondage

Fat!Joel , 2

Joel Knows Best tags: oral, dumbification

cult!Joel drabble tags: cult, breeding, breastfeeding

New Heights tags: fwb, intox, cheating

Daddies, Daddies, Daddies tags: infidelity, step!dad, breeding

Whatever You Say tags: step!dad, sub!Joel, voyuerism

Nobody Knows My Girlfriend is a Werewolf , Everyone's Gonna Know My Girlfriend is a Werewolf tags: werewolf!sex, breeding, size kink

A Doctors Care tags: corruption, doctor!Joel, sedation kink

Like a Stuffed Whore tags: stepdad/daughter, plushies, dry humping

Embrace tags: soft Joel, comfort

Stepgrandpa!joel , 2

A Father's Love, tags: adopt-cest, pregnancy, age gap

Sub/Himbo!Joel: Safe, Closer , Statement, Mine is Mine, Over the Edge, Humpty Dumpty Different Kind of Lovin, Plush-Bo tags: sub!Joel, breeding, Mommy kink

Piss Kink Masterlist, tags: piss kink, occasional sub!Joel

Adventures in "Joel Dealing with his Preggo Wife" masterlist

Plushies Series Masterlist

Best Man Series Masterlist

Other drabbles / ideas: horse, reversal, lap, training, slaver, hard to get, little pill, dreams, bimbo, converse , unmarried, virgin mother , breeding party

Extras: soccer mom, Sarah's crush, helper, butter, pickup lines, seahorse

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian

Partners tags: fwb, breeding kink, dub con to non con

Drabbles : riding, feeling, Lothal Cat, hunt

Frankie Morales

Cravings Series (complete)

Sharing is Caring Series

Titty Appreciation!

Drables: suffocate, tied, patch, taste, Thanksgiving, kiss , therapy

Javi Peña

One Last Time

Javi's Letting Go

Dieter Bravo

Red Carpet Debut

Marcus/Justus Acacius

Drabbles: skirt tent ,

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pedro pascal characters fic recs

masterlist

joel miller two three four five six

frankie morales

javier peña

din djarin two

marcus pike

agent whiskey

marcus moreno

erza

miscellaneous characters

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⤷ Joel Miller

➯ "oh lover boy!" - a secret admirer

▸ summary: you are new to the neighborhood, and you've become friends with your neighbors— a spunky little girl and her reserved father. before long, you notice mr. miller has taken to you more than you realize. when a letter with no address ends up in your mail box, you get down to the bottom of it.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "i can't stand you."

▸ summary: joel made the mistake of telling you he was having trouble with his generator, and you offered to help.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "you're so full of shit." .ᐟ

▸ summary: when you confess something you've always wanted to joel, he decides to indulge.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "stop distracting me."

▸ summary: you try to work from home with a cold, but joel isn't having any of it.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - possessive

▸ summary: you and joel spend a friday night at the bar, which ends up with bloody hands and a hospital visit.

➯ penitence

▸ summary: joel isn't used to being woken up at odd hours of the night. tonight is no different, but when you're on the other side of the door at 2am in a bridesmaid's dress and tears in your eyes, the hour of the night doesn't matter. how does one comfort a crying ex?

⤷ Javier Peña

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "it's okay, i couldn't sleep anyways."

▸ summary: you're having a bad day. only one person can make you feel better, but he's in another country. you take a chance and give him a ring.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "just stay near me. please."

▸ summary: the casino's all fun and games for you, but for javier, it's a harsh reminder that lady luck isn't always on his side.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "i love you."

▸ summary: when the party's over, who do you call for a ride home? your good old fashioned lover boy.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - and they were roommates!

▸ summary: late night, come home. work sucks, i know. you and your roommate, javier, face the end of the day together.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - in the middle of the night

▸ summary: it's a night of mistakes from the amount of shots you do to the dialing the only number you can remember. will your ex-situationship save you, or are you destined to stumble your way home?

⤷ Oberyn Martell

➯ "oh lover boy!" - the morning after .ᐟ

▸ summary: everyone talks about their night in oberyn's bed, but they seem to leave out what happens the morning after.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - leather and lace .ᐟ

▸ summary: the sound of wedding bells are in the air! not for you and oberyn, but your sister. it's time to face the music— a place you abandoned without hesitation long ago, as you travel home for a wedding you promised to attend.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - anniversary .ᐟ

▸ summary: it's been five years since you first found yourself in the prince of dorne's bedchamber. you have something special planned for oberyn, and he's more than happy to celebrate the best way he knows how.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "we could get caught-!" .ᐟ

▸ summary: there's nothing you despise more than feasts held in the king's landing. rubbing elbows, the scrutinizing stares of those around you, everything about it. good thing oberyn's good at getting your mind off of it.

⤷ Din Djarin

➯ "oh lover boy!" - fuzzy pink handcuffs .ᐟ

▸ summary: the mandalorian is on another bounty mission. he expects to find who he's looking for, not himself cuffed in your bed.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "for you, i would."

▸ summary: your time had run out, and the bounty hunter has come to collect his target. is he ready to face the music?

➯ "oh lover boy!" - a forgotten date .ᐟ

▸ summary: the bounty hunter is good on his word— on his own terms. you try to stop holding out hope, but that's easier said than done.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "are you sure you want to do this?"

▸ summary: the mandalorian sought refuge with you, and now it was your turn to seek refuge in him.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "i missed you."

▸ summary: home is where the heart is, and the space cowboy returns to you after a long bounty.

➯ cataclysmal

▸ summary: you've tried everything to get a coworker to stop asking you out. not even human resources can help you. your only hope is din, who offers to play the role of an less-than-savory ex-boyfriend to get the guy off your back. will the punk tactics work?

➯ whelve

▸ summary: it's friday night, and you just want to let loose and forget about the feelings you've started to develop for your neighbor. when your friends suggest you all drop by the bar that said neighbor works at, you know you're in for a bizarre night.

⤷ Frankie Morales

➯ "oh lover boy!" - love at first sight

▸ summary: a special delivery for the catfish, in the form of heart cookies— and a baby's nap interrupted.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - puppy love

▸ summary: an easy sunday morning with two lovesick fools

➯ "oh lover boy!" - honeymooners

▸ summary: as you enjoy your tropical getaway with your new husband, you reflect on how you got there.

⤷ Marcus Acacius

➯ "oh lover boy!" - a bouquet of flowers

▸ summary: general marcus acacius returned from war donned in laurels and accolades, as he did every time he conquered another land. instead of celebrating with his men and the people of Rome, he chose to spend his time with the one he had been courting for some time now.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - good night

▸ summary: it's late, and you can't remember the last time marcus had come to bed. will one last plea work?

➯ "oh lover boy!" - love letters

▸ summary: you feel yourself going stir crazy while the general is amidst a conquest in the name of rome. when the bounties of his success are returned, you receive your own reward.

⤷ Agent Whiskey

➯ "oh lover boy!" - a blind date

▸ summary: your best friend told you to show up in your best dive bar attire on a friday night, only for her to bail. by luck— or something else— you find a handsome cowboy looking for some company.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - old wounds

▸ summary: first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes jack daniels unsure if the two of you are making the right choice.

➯ "oh lover boy!" - "i'm too sober for this."

▸ summary: the world hates to see a well-versed woman, but not jack daniels. you explain your thesis to him, but he quickly realizes he didn't go into academia for a reason...

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AO3 Masterlist

This is my Masterlist, which I promise to keep updating as I publish my writings on AO3. Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work! Feel free to check them out. Don’t hesitate to leave comments or suggestions; I’d love to hear your thoughts. I’ll try to update this list frequency. Enjoy!

The Last of Us (TV) (19)

Imagine the moment just before Joel pushed Seth to the ground…

What lies behind the twilight

Joel's death news

Again

Starvation

Consequences A Naughty dog’s The last of us’ short film PART I

Consequences A Naughty dog’s The last of us’ short film PART II

Consequences A Naughty dog’s The last of us’ short film PART III

Talk to the death

How do you imagine your life if you were part of The Last of Us?

Catched by surprise

The mangled bear

Scars that speak

Ellie's 17th birthday

The last house on the left

Cold Hands, Warm Nights

The Final Strike

Black butterflies

Death

Gladiator (Movies - Scott) (16)

What lies behind the twilight PROLOGUE

The shelter

Reading poetry to the emperors

Returned to the brothel

Interruption

Where the wind turns around

Freedom

Apparitio

Nothing endures over time

Memorandum eius

Marcus Acacius x The Huntress 🏹

In memory of those who chose the sea

Lovers

And that's how it all began in November 2024...

The Massacre of Innocents

Apparition

Titanic (1997), 20th Century CE RPF (4)

Fateful Night

An Ocean of Memories: PART I

An Ocean of Memories: PART II

An Ocean of Memories: PART III

Freaky Tales (Movie 2024) (3)

Freaky Tales: Room 13

He bought me that hella freaky doll

The doll

American (US) Actor RPF (2)

What lies behind the twilight CHAPTER I

The clown at midnight

Original Work (1)

Rigid Earth

Dracula - Bram Stoker (Novel 1897) (1)

Evelyn Torres’ Dracula

Narcos (TV) (1)

The Helping Spirit

Merge Mansion (Video Game) (1)

Knocking

Game of Thrones (TV) (3)

Passionate meeting in the crypt 

The Song of the Ravens: Blood and Steel PROLOGUE

Ritual

Series

Shivers

An Ocean of Memories

Consequences A Naughty dog’s The last of us’ short film

What lies behind the twilight

Collection

Memento Mori

©lanietadelatierrawriter please refrain from copying, translating, or reposting any of my work.

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

(Javier Peña x Mexican!Fem!Reader)

Main Masterlist

Series summary: You had fallen in love with the one and only Javier Peña. He just gave you his entire life.

Chapters order/time-line will be constantly changing because of drabbles.

Please check on every chapter for its own warnings.

Chapters:

One

Two

Three

Four

Five: Carnival Games

Six

Seven

Eight: Happy birthday, Javi

Nine

Ten

Eleven & Eleven Bonus: Eres mía

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen & Sixteen part 2

Seventeen

Eighteen: River

Nineteen: Miracle

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Blorbos for Democracy

SAVE act | fic event | 5calls | resistbot

You 🫵 can help save our voting rights by checking out these fics and sharing the ones you enjoy. ✨️ How does this help? Fics are posted as an answer to someone who recounts their easy and rewarding experience contacting congress. Spread the fic -> spread the word/resources, inspire action.

Raider Joel Miller

Feast: ✨️Raider PWP smut, morning after your first kiss. @valkyreally

Slow, deep, close Raider angsty PWP @cuntdestroyer3000

Night Walks Joel Miller

@tsukidoesthething ; @selfproclaimed-moviecritic; @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal; group chat anon; 🌿 fern anon; we the people anon

in the park; parked: He pursues you while you're walking (light predator/prey, manhandling, groping), then smut in in your car.

rested; ✨️🍃nugs and kisses: You stay over at his place, and he behaves that night but it's hard, then you hook up in the morning.

Story Time (hot smut in @thebrothel universe): He and Vamp tell you a filthy, explicit story involving double-vaginal penetration. Snowed in

cheetah print (leopard print AU): Joel finds you and gets you into his beach tent for smut. ✨️🐆🐆cheetah print pt. 2, with DP.

Joel "Jojo" Miller (Jailbird AU)

@romanarose, lemon anon

Cigarettes and Favors: Jojo flirts with prison guard Carter and they have a close physical encounter, almost hook up.

The Gig: You (Jailbird) try dancing at Jojo's club when your diner closes down, but Jojo gets unexpectedly possessive (smut).

Joel Miller

Easter party: Your "Daddy" finds you in the garden, semi-public smut ensues. @dark-scape

Stay: Spectral Jackson Joel (emotional smut drabble)

Slasher Joel Miller

Mama's Boy: Joel takes you to his mom's house for dinner and it's quite a ride

Narcos

Conversation pit: A foursome where Connie and you fool around while Javi and Steve watch and fool around. @tsukidoesthething

Love Lies Bleeding

Stretch: Lou admires Jackie, pleasures and fists her. @annoyingdog0

Crack not treated seriously

Slasher & Ghostface: A discussion about being nonconned, and suspicions of Ghostface being Night Walks. Anon

Joel outfits of the day: What are they wearing? @rifflovesjoey

Collages

Halloween collage foreshadowing the fic Wreck. @blakebloodbath

Josh Hartnett collage @doyjivisionn

Carter collage @clawdee

If I missed you, please lmk!

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Pedro Pascal: Masterlist

Din Djarin: Masterlist

Burning Red: Series

Comfort Headcanons

His

Hours *SMUT*

His World

I Missed You

Let Me Help You *SMUT*

Right There *SMUT*

On Top *SMUT*

Blood

Beautiful

Embarrassed

Crawl to You

Breathe

Good

A Lucky Shot

Bright and Shiny *SMUT*

Languid *SMUT*

Watchdog

Copy That *SMUT*

You, Me, and the Stars *SMUT*

Dare You to Touch Me -- Dare You to Love Me

Oxytocin *SMUT*

Come and Get Me

Creaky

Javier Peña: Masterlist

To Me

Touch

Feel You *SMUT*

Blowing Off Steam *SMUT*

Call Me Javi *SMUT*

The Shittiest Goodbye

Joel Miller: Masterlist

Stripped to the Bone

Birthday Boy *SMUT*

Mint

Reconciliation (Under Our Bed Liquor)

Why Can't I Breathe?

Marked Me Like a Bloodstain

Rotten

Stay Down

Talking Body *SMUT*

Lies in the Dark *SMUT*

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Javier Peña Masterlist

Series

Married!Javi

Description: A collection of chapters where I reimagine local slut Javier Peña as a married man. My most popular series. Can be read out of order as one-shots. Full of fluff, smut, and angst.

Fraternize

(Congressman!Javi x Congresswoman!Reader)

Description: It was an open secret in Washington D.C. that Javier Peña, Congressman from Texas found her absolutely infuriating. Everyone had, at least once in their time in Congress, witnessed them bickering in the hallways, the staircase, committee rooms, outside the restroom over policy. It would be such a scandal if they found out what the two members of congress did behind closed doors to find common ground. Holdout Summary: Sometimes it was better to talk face to face than to send his lackeys to speak for him. And who knows? Maybe he’ll get a sweet deal out of it. If nothing else, she was at least a good time. Word count: 4.5k

Red Tape, Red Line

(Post Season 3 Javi x State Department Staff Reader)

Description: He’d won. Or at least that was what the ambassador had said. It was hard to feel victorious when crushed under the boot of DC bureaucracy. The job wouldn’t be finished. Not until the hearings ended. Not until he got key informants out. With his old friend nestled high up in bureaucracy, he wouldn’t complain if he got some help crossing the red tape. He sure wouldn’t complain if, in the process, they crossed some red lines. For Old Time's Sake Summary: Javier runs into an old friend in DC. Word Count: 3.4k

One-shot

I Know

Summary: They knew they shouldn’t. It was vile, it would be a betrayal. But God, they couldn’t stop themselves. Word count: 3.3k

Whiskey and Wine

Summary: He drank whiskey and she drank wine. After years of offering her the wrong drink, Javier finally buys her the right one. Word count: 4.4k

Seven

Summary: You and Javi discuss children Word count: 0.6k

Gif inspired Drabble

Summary: Javier anxiously awaits your arrival Word count: 0.6k

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❃ MARCUS ACACIUS

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ His Priestess: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader.

◉ Marcus Acacius finds his life spared at the behest of a Vestal Virgin who faces unimaginable consequences for challenging the Emperors. Accused of unchastity and sentenced to a live burial, Acacius follows his saviour through her last night in this world. He knew the Gods could be merciless, but to tempt him with love before ripping her away from him was an act of cruelty he had not imagined. 

➙ His Young Wife: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader.

◎ A spin-off series of His Priestess. An alternate life of Acacius and his anaticula, where she never became a Vestal and they married young.

❥ MOODBOARDS

➙ Marcus Acacius | Jodha Akbar (2008)

❃ HARRY CASTILLO

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ A FOOL'S TRIP: Harry Castillo x Wife!Reader.

◎ Just as Harry Castillo is about to divorce his wife, who is obsessively in love with him, he begins to hear her thoughts. And she doesn't seem to be as enamoured with him as she had led him to believe.

➙ The Oracle: Coming soon...

❃ DAVE YORK

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ Homecoming: Dave York x Queer, Muslim!Reader.

◎ Just like any other war, coming home was no easy feat. He had returned from his fight with McCall more broken, lost and alone than ever before. He'd lost his friends, his brothers. His family had moved on with their lives. With both his legal and not-so-legal jobs on hold, he finds purpose, direction and an anchor in Maryam. She is the bright spot in a world he has stopped caring about, and far too sweet and innocent for the likes of him. Dave is nothing if not a selfish man, and he will find a way to bottle his personal ray of sunshine— if only he can convince her to take a chance on her friend’s ex-husband.

❃ PERO TOVAR

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ A Groom On The Bride Train: Hard of Hearing!Pero Tovar x Facially scarred, F!Reader.

◎ Short of employment opportunities in a cold winter, Pero decides to interview for the servant's post advertised on the tavern wall— a decision that lands him abducted and bundled into a wagon full of women, bound for a mysterious town where he is supposed to be married.

❃ JACK DANIELS

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ Christmas With Jack And Marley: Jack Daniels x F!OC.

◉ Agent Whiskey invites himself to Agent Gin’s family Christmas celebration as a cover for a very important mission. He only has a day, just until the Christmas Gala Dinner, to complete his mission. But will he be able to complete his mission? And evade discovery? Especially with Gin’s niece watching him too closely over Christmas Eve.

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Retired!Whiskey x Neighbour!Reader

❃ TIM ROCKFORD

❥ SERIES (◉ Completed, ◎ Ongoing)

➙ Love, Marriage & Affairs: Tim Rockford x F!Reader.

◉ Convinced your husband doesn’t want you, you turned to Jack for some help. The situation unravels and all secrets come to light.

❃ JOEL MILLER

❥ ONE-SHOTS

Just smut. You forgot to place an order with the local lumberjack that your boss Joel has asked you to. Logan takes a little fee to expedite your order; Joel doesn't like that Logan got to you first.

➙ Woodworking: Carpenter!Joel Miller x Reader x Lumberjack!Logan Howlett.

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Joel Miller x Black, Muslim!Wife

➙ Sunflower Proposals: Joel Miller x F!Reader.

➙ Joel Miller with his family...

➙ Old Man!Joel Miller x Reader

❃ JAVIER PEÑA

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ The Plant Nanny: Javi P x GN!Reader.

Fluffy and sweet. Javier Peña fails to keep up with his New Year’s Resolution and reminisces about life with his sweetheart after quitting the DEA.

➙ Sari In A Bar: Coming soon...

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Javier Peña x Muslim!Reader

❃JAVI GUTIÉRREZ

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ Crying Cryptids and Canoodling Cupids: Javi Gutiérrez x Plus Size F!Reader.

Javi G has a very bad day and accidentally makes his soulmate cry. Meet ugly.

❥ DRABBLES

➙ The Apple Orchard: Javi Gutiérrez x F!Reader

➙ Javi G x F!Reader: Continuation of Crying Cryptids and Canoodling Cupids

❥ MOODBOARDS

➙ The Poet: Javi Gutiérrez x Muslim!Poet

❃DIETER BRAVO

❥ DRABBLES

➙ So This Is Love?: Dieter Bravo x Muslim!Reader (Fic coming soon...)

➙ Dieter Bravo x Reader

❃FRANKIE MORALES

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ Ramadhan With Frankie and Family: Frankie Morales x Muslim!Reader

❥ DRABBLES

➙ Stalker!Frankie Morales x F!Reader

❃CLINT FLOOD (Freaky Tales)

❥ DRABBLES

➙ They Don't Know Him Like You Do: Clint x Reader

❃KERMIT (Close Encounter 50th)

❥ ONE-SHOTS

➙ Kermit (Pedro Pascal Close Encounter 50th) x AFAB!Reader

❃MARCUS PIKE

❥ MOODBOARDS

➙ Marcus Pike x wheelchair user Reader

❃REED RICHARDS

➙ Reed Richards Series of Smutty Ideas

[ithebookhoarder]

Hey! I love your writing🥹 If you’re taking requests, please could I get your take on: female reader & Javi P are in a relationship. She finds out she’s pregnant a couple of weeks before a huge raid and hides it from everyone. During the raid she gets cornered by one of Pablo’s men and screams “I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant” Javi’s hears over the radio, his head snaps up and he takes off running to find her, Steve not far behind. + the aftermath once they get back to the embassy. Thank you ❤️

Crossroads (Javier Peña x AFAB!Reader)

A/n: MY HEART 💔  Thank you to whoever sent this gem in! I promise I’m also working on all the other requests in my inbox. I have them all started as drafts, but I get random bursts of inspiration for one at a time and then this happens. I’m so sorry for those of you patiently waiting - I will get to finishing them. Soon. This one just popped in my inbox and ran away with me... oops?

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of possible termination of pregnancy, injury, references to drugs and the cartel. 

Masterlist

You didn’t know why you hadn’t told Javi. It seemed strange now, to think that you hadn’t told the one person who deserved the most to know. 

Maybe it was denial? Fear? Fear that he’d react badly? Fear he’d react with excitement? 

You couldn’t be sure, but why you hadn’t told him didn’t matter now so much as the fact itself. You hadn’t told Javi you were pregnant, and now it was too late. 

Now, you were stood inside a crappy warehouse, alone, waiting on a contact to confirm intelligence for a raid you had planned for later that night. Sure, you could tell him tonight once this whole mess was over with, but that was dependant on both of you getting out of this operation unscathed - and whilst you were both great agents, you’d learned long ago never to under-estimate the prey you hunted. 

Escobar and his network were intelligent, well connected, and somehow always one step ahead. It was why you relied so heavily on contacts such as the one you were meeting right now.

Only eighteen, Sophia was the daughter of one of Escobar’s runners and desperate to get herself and her family away from the cartel.

She had approached you some weeks ago, begging and pleading for your help fleeing the country. In exchange she had offered the one thing of value she had - intel. Positioned close enough to the organisation to gather information, Sophia was also removed enough not to attract attention or suspicion. Hell, she said none of Escobar’s men even acknowledged her existence unless they wanted a drink, a smoke, or to paw at something during their visits. 

It seemed like a perfect opportunity for everyone involved. Or, it had, should you say… now, staring at your watch as the minutes ticked by with no sign of the young girl, you began to suspect something was wrong. 

God damn it. 

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you tried to fight the urge to radio out to the surveillance van positioned further down the street. There was no need to get them worked up yet, not when Sophia could just be running late… the last thing you needed was Javi or Steve getting antsy and pulling you out, blowing your cover and fucking up the raid you had planned for later tonight. 

No, those two had always been protective over you, long before you and Javi had started seeing each other romantically. It was frustrating, even if a little flattering at the same time, to know you had two such loyal friends and partners. 

They never held the fact that you were a woman against you, but then again they’d never had cause to. Now? Now you were a walking stereotype. A liability. A pregnant woman carrying her partner’s child whilst trying to run ops in the middle of a war zone… They’d pull you out of the field so fast it would make your head spin - something you had worked too hard to risk. Not until you were certain… certain it was what you wanted, hence your decision to keep things quiet for now. 

In fact, the only person who was aware that something was different about you was Connie, and that was because you had needed her help to confirm it. 

What with her job at the clinic, and being Steve’s wife, Connie was the best option when it came to confirming your fears, rather than trying to risk a visit to a local doctor - one who was likely to talk to whoever would ask, no matter whether it was one of Escobar’s men, or even someone who could feed it back to the embassy. 

No. Connie was your only choice, being both discreet and loyal to a fault - something you had never been more grateful for than now.  That, and she was your closest friend outside of the office. There was no one else you wanted more to be holding your hand whilst you waited to find out if this was actually happening. 

She had also been more than willing to talk you through your options afterwards, promising to honour your wishes no matter what you decided - even if she kept trying to convince you to tell Javi. 

"He deserves to know," she'd sighed softly, holding your hand and wiping away your tears. "He's kind and he loves you. All he'd want is to support you. You know that."

If only you could be so sure of that.

Javi? A baby? The two things didn't seem compatible, even if he did have a soft spot for Olivia, but she wasn't his... a biological child that was yours to raise, protect, and nurture... it was a whole other situation - and given that Javi thought coffee was a food group, a situation you weren't sure he was ready for yet.

Hell, you weren't even sure you were ready for this yet, which was probably why you hadn’t made any decision other than to just carry on working like nothing was wrong until such a time as the answer came to you... if it came to you... or perhaps the universe would answer it for you... 

Why else would you be risking your neck here in this warehouse, late at night, distracting yourself and delaying the inevitable moment where you’d be forced to chose?

After all, inaction was still action in this kind of situation. You knew you couldn't keep putting off the conversation forever, but that didn't make it any easier to know what to say or do in this situation.  

Thankfully, that was the moment you were startled from your spiralling thoughts as footsteps echoed across the room. 

You recognised the sound as someone came in, closing the squeaking rusted door you’d already entered through. 

“Sophia?”

You watched as the girl crept from the darkness, nervously tugging at her sleeves. 

You paused.  

As timid as Sophia had seemed previously when you met one another, you still felt something was off as she moved towards you. It was like the energy rolling off of her was wrong... sending shivers running down your spine as you felt your fingers twitch towards the gun sat at your side. 

“Y/N?”

“Yeah, over here,” you called, “I was starting to think you weren't going to show.” 

It was like watching a rabbit, twitching, with wide eyes, like she was about to bolt at the first sound. “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry? What for?” you asked. “It’s ok. You could have called to say you were going to be late but-” 

Then you heard it. 

The click as the gun was cocked behind you. 

Without even turning you knew you had been betrayed. 

“Sophia,” you sighed, trying not to let the fury show on your face as you stared at the sobbing girl in front of you. After all, you couldn’t really blame her had you been in her situation. You should have expected it, actually. The call had been far too easy and the information too tantalising for the DEA to pass up. 

Still, that didn’t change the fact you were now here… stuck… held at gun point by the two men who had entered the room when you weren’t looking. 

Shit. 

You really had been distracted tonight and now you were paying the price for your mistakes. 

“I’m sorry.”

The apology was barely audible through the girl’s tears. 

“Me too, kid. Me too.” 

You watched as one of the men kept his gun trained on you, whilst the other marched over to Sophia and shoved the wad of cash into her hand before pushing her out the door in a clear message to beat it. They had what they wanted, as did Sophia - she had her life and her freedom, for now. 

Who knew how long it would actually last... 

Hell, who knew how long you’d last given this sudden change of events? 

The door had barely shut behind her when the man who’d given her the cash turned back towards you. 

“So, you’re the one who’s been snooping around? Trying to get our girl to talk?” he teased, his tone cold and mocking. “Don’t you know what happens to little girls who stick their noses in places it don’t belong?”  

The threat was clear as he grinned, his friend walking around you so that you could see the gun held in his hand, pointing directly at you. 

Your own gun was snatched from its position at your side, tucked instead into the man's jeans for safe keeping.

“Well, lucky for you, the boss wants to know what you know, and where you got that intel from,” your captor continued, his tone oozing with a sick satisfaction. “If you tried to make a rat out of Sophia, who knows who else you’ve got squeaking away in your gringo ear. So, you see, we can’t just kill you, else I’d be pulling this trigger right here and now… but when we’re through with you, you’ll wish I had.” 

You couldn't help it. You flinched as the man nearest you stepped closer, gesturing towards the door with his gun in an obvious signal. 

“Move,” he hissed. “Now.” 

Shit. 

You take a deep breath, trying to remind yourself that you weren’t alone. That your comms were still in place, and that there were still men positioned outside the warehouse. The moment you emerged, with two men holding you at gun point they would be surrounded. 

But would that be before or after they had the chance to pull the trigger and plant a bullet in the back of your skull? 

You’d seen enough of these hostage situations to know how they went down, to know that the hostage didn’t always make it out… the directive was to remove the sicarios - they were the priority. 

Not you. 

It was that thought that made your stomach roll as you began to move, legs shaking so hard you weren’t sure you could stand. 

"Where are we going?” you stammered, you mouth so dry you can hardly form the words. 

“Shut up, bitch," the thug sneered, shoving you forward. You could practically taste his contempt. “Keep walking unless you want me to shoot you in the leg and drag you myself.”  

You knew he’d do it too. He seemed the type to be cruel - to get off on inflicting pain and exercising what tiny slither of power he had. 

However, you also knew that letting these guys move you to a second location was as good as a death sentence. 

No, this was it. 

You had to make your final stand here and now if you even wanted a chance of making it out of this in one piece. 

It was for that reason you said a silent prayer before clenching your fists. Two on one… it wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst odds either. You just had to be smart. After all, they needed you alive for now - they’d foolishly revealed that much. 

You could work with that. 

"You do realise that waiting outside those doors is a whole bunch of DEA agents, right?" you jabbed. "You walk outside with that gun pointed at me and you're dead."

"Shut up, bitch," the man with the gun snapped back sharply. "You think we're gonna fall for that? Nice try. Now, get moving."

"Hey, it's your funeral."

"I said shut up-"

"Dude, maybe we should go out the other way," his colleague interjected, the hesitation exactly what you'd been hoping for. "We can get the van round out the back, off the road and out of sight of any police."

"No."

You took the distraction as your cue.

The moment you felt the gun drop from your back you were on them, throwing the weapon upwards and sending the resulting shot up into the ceiling.

Your foot was next, smashing up between the man’s legs in a well rehearsed manoeuvre, followed by your elbow slamming into the other man's face, stopping him before he could reach for you.

The few precious seconds you'd bought yourself were all you needed to make a run for it, bolting back towards the doors up ahead.

Your fingers reached up, squeezing the switch on the side of the mic you had taped under your collar, ready to call for back up. 

But you never got the chance. 

Your fingers had just grazed the switch when you felt something collide with you from behind. A great weight that sent you crashing down onto the ground, hard. 

You tried to roll over, only to be met with a fist slamming into your face, too fast for you to even try and block him. 

The ferocious assault caused your head to bounce off of the concrete with a sickening thud. Pain exploded, your eyes filling with tears, and your vision blurred as the shock of the impact resonated, unleashing agony that pulsed through your skull. 

A silent cry escaped your lips, full of shock and pain. 

Shit.

Your assailant jumped off of you, following through with a swift, vicious kick to your ribs, knocking all the air from your lungs with the force of the blow. 

Scrunching your eyes tightly, you tried to fight the nausea and pain, to fight for a precious breath. 

“Stop,” you begged, hating how weak you sounded. However, something inside you roared, an urge to fight taking over you - but not just for yourself, but for the future that was growing inside of you... a future you hadn’t been sure of until right now…

Now, as you stood to lose it. 

It suddenly didn’t matter if Javi wanted this baby or not, or if he would be happy or terrified or disappointed. What mattered was that he would never get the chance to be any of those things, to decide for himself, to have the opportunity to choose what life he wanted. 

He needed to know… you couldn’t die here, without him knowing… 

“Stop, please!" you pleaded. "I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant!” 

Without even thinking, you curled your legs in tight, huddling into a ball and trying to block your stomach before he could land the next blow. 

However, it never came.

“Hold on!” your assailant’s partner scolded. "Not here. The boss wants her alive for now.” 

He paused. "The bitch deserves it!"

Then you heard it - the door slamming open. The thundering of boots running across concrete towards you. Orders barked in Spanish. 

You watched as your assailants silently gaped in horror, raising their hands above their heads as they were suddenly surrounded by figures... 

Why was it so hard, all of a sudden, to make things out?

It was hard to distinguish one sound from another, to see anything beyond colours and shapes as your world began to dissolve. The warehouse was replaced by a dark haze that seemed determined to consume you no matter how hard you fought against it.

“Y/N!” 

Javi’s voice echoed in your ears, a swirling sound full of panic, yet it somehow made you feel calm... safe...

“Y/N!” 

“Javi,” you croaked, as you felt yourself slipping into the darkness.  

Your body had turned into cement. 

That was the first thought that crossed your muddled mind as you felt the beginnings of consciousness returning to you. It was as if every part of you had decided to refuse to respond to your demands, held down by invisible weights. 

You'd been knocked unconscious once or twice before in your lifetime, but this grogginess was a first... an uncomfortable and disconcerting force, trapping you on the brink of the land of living.

You had no choice but to lay there, helplessly listening to the sounds around you, each becoming clearer as your faculties gradually returned

Machinery beeping.

Footsteps passing in the hallway. 

Voices caught in frantic conversations. 

"- Javi, calm down. I know. I'm the one who should be feeling guilty, letting her walk in there by herself." "We all thought the meet was secure, Murphy. How could we know she was gonna turn on us? And Y/N, the crazy, stupid - Why didn't she tell me?" 

Javi’s voice was full of anguish.

"Dude, calm down. Y/N’s the strongest person I know. She’s alive and gonna wake up. You heard the doctor, the swelling in her head is down and she’s going to wake up. That’s all that matters now. You can discuss the baby, and what you’re going to do, later."

The baby? You caught the words, a weird rush of relief flooding through you at the confirmation that your baby was alright... 

Thank god. 

And Javi knew? 

That thought echoed over and over in your mind as you felt yourself beginning to fade back into the darkness from which you had come. 

Stubble softly scraping the back of your hand was the first thing you noticed when you finally came to. That, and the pressure of someone squeezing your hand tightly. 

You knew the grip without even opening your eyes. You'd felt it often enough, the rough calloused hand holding yours, brushing against you, touching every single part of you... "You've got to wake up, honey," came an also familiar sound, luring you ever closer to the land of the living.

You'd know that voice anywhere, considering it had become your constant companion. It was the first thing you heard every morning and the last thing you heard at night.

"Please," it continued. "I'm so sorry, ok? Sorry for everything - for making you feel like you couldn't tell me about this. Just... shit... I need you to wake up, cause I fucking love you and I can't- can't lose you-"

Somehow, that was all it took. Those words flipped a switch inside you, allowing you to find the strength to peel your eyes open and register the full extent of your surroundings - including the man sat beside you.

Turning your head, you were greeted with a sight so perfect a part of you thought you must still be dreaming.

Javi.

Sat next to you, you realised he had your hand pressed to his cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses to it in between words.  

He didn't seem to notice the fact that you had stirred, so lost in his desperation. It was probably why he jumped, flinching as you reached over with your free hand to run your fingers through his hair.

"I love you too," you croaked in greeting.

“Y/N?”

Javi had never seemed so fragile as he did then. Eyes wide, he looked nothing like the ice-cold DEA agent you often glimpsed in the field. Instead, he looked like one good gust of wind would send him toppling to the ground had he not already been sat down in one of the plastic chairs that you had come to recognise from your repeated visits.

“Javi, where - where am I?" you continued softly, "What happened? What day is it?" "Sssh. It’s alright. It's almost Saturday. You've been unconscious for over twenty-four hours, even if it felt fucking longer.” His hands were warm as they cupped both sides of your face, guiding you towards him as he kissed you like his life depended on it. 

It was as if neither of you could get close enough to one another, you curling yourself eagerly into his side, breathing in the soft scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke.

“I... I’m sorry,” you choked, the words tumbling out of you before you could even realise what you were saying. “It was my fault. I should have known that something was wrong-”

“No,” Javi scolded, tensing at your guilt-ridden tone. "No, don't say that. Don't - don't do that to yourself. This isn't on you. It's a fuck up - a colossal fuck up, yes, but one we didn't see coming. We vetted the source. She was good. We cleared the meet with Carillo and the Ambassador... there was no way we could have prevented this."

"But-?"

"Carino. Stop. Please," he begged. Yes, Javi actually begged and it was enough to stun you into silence. "I just... talking about the meet? I honestly don't care about all that right now. The who, why how of what happened will still fucking be there later... but right now? Now, you're here... you're alive... and you're finally awake."

His tone melted your heart, making you somehow wish you could absorb every ounce of pain he was experiencing. It hurt you, to know you had caused the man you loved such agony. In a way, you'd had a slightly easier time of it, being the one to sleep through the after math of this disaster. He had had the hardest job; waiting, watching, and worrying.

You knew that pain yourself, having experienced it firsthand since your arrival in Colombia. You'd never forget how it had nearly torn you apart, waiting as Javi had been admitted after a close shave in a shoot-out.

Those two days had felt like an eternity. Two days with no news... just sitting and waiting and praying.

“I ... I could hear you, by the way.”

“What?”

“I heard you,” Javi repeated softly, snapping you out of your head and solidly back into the present, “over the radio. I heard what you said when those assholes hit you - about the baby-”

You froze.

Despite knowing that this moment would inevitably come, now that it was finally upon you, you suddenly wished you were back in the realm of unconsciousness you'd just come from.

"Javi," you began nervously, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't be mad at me-"

“-Well, too bad, sweetheart because I am mad. So mad," he exclaimed sharply, "I'm mad at you for not telling me, for putting yourself in danger like that, knowing you're pregnant. I’m not saying you had to decide to keep it or whatever, but it would have been fucking nice to be asked. To know. To not find out after you put yourself on the line." "I- I didn't know what else to do."

“And I’m sorry for making you feel like that,” Javi added swiftly, his tone softening with every passing moment.

It was like watching the air deflating out of a tire, the fear and the rage dissipating almost as quickly as it had first appeared. 

“I get it, why you may not have wanted to tell me... I’m mad at myself that you felt you had to do this alone. I thought you’d trust me enough to know I’d support you, no matter what you decided.”

“I do, Javi,” you sobbed, unable to prevent a tear from escaping your eye. “I just... I got scared and I panicked. I think keeping it secret was more my way of pretending this wasn't real, that I could act like it wasn't happening, that I had more time.”

Silence. 

“Javi, please say something. Anything...” 

"What's there to say? You're pregnant." He shrugged in a desperate attempt to look nonchalant, but you could see the truth. Underneath it all, Javier Peña was utterly terrified.

It didn't matter how much he tried to hide it behind that calm swagger of his, and the crossing of his arms over his chest - you knew him better than anyone. You'd seen him at his very best and his very worst. Such was the lot of living in a war zone, let alone falling in love in one.

Fighting the urge to let your tears escape your burning eyes, you reached over and took his hands in yours. To your relief, he didn't fight you. Instead, he lifted his gaze, his eyes wide and telling you all you needed to know without even asking.

He had obviously spent the last 24 hours mulling the entire situation over and over in his head since the moment he had first heard the news. Lord knows he'd probably imagined each and every possible outcome for the future... your future... "Y/N, I don't know what to say or do. I never even thought about being a parent."

"Me either..." you confessed, relieved to finally be able to say the words aloud to the man who'd needed to hear them the most. "I mean, could the timing be better? yes. I never pictured something like this happening so early on, but it has and now we have a choice to make. To have longer, just the two of us... Or to become a family of three, but either way we'll work it out together. I will love you unconditionally, no matter what you choose but you're my partner, Javi. You have a say in this too. We're a team."

"Y/N," Javi whispered, his voice pained. "I ... I thought I'd lost you... back there in that warehouse, seeing you lying on the ground, knowing I could have lost you, lost this - it was all my worst fears realised." Gently taking your head between his hands, he wiped the tears away. "I love you, too," he declared. "And... if you want this, with me, then I'll try to be a good father."

It was as if a weight had been taken off of you. To know that he was with you, no matter what... that was all you'd ever wanted.

"That's all I can ask for, Javi," you whimpered, failing to hide the playful smile that fell into place, "because let's face it; you don't have much choice anyway, because I'm not going anywhere."

Javi's own signature smirk tugged at his lips. “Good, because I can't lose you... I can't be left with just Murphy. Can you imagine? We'd drive ourselves into an early grave.” 

"Javi!"

It felt blissful for you both the be able to laugh again. To joke like nothing had changed between you, even if it had - for the better, ultimately.

“Speaking of... Where’s Steve?” 

Javi paused. “Went with Connie to get coffee - I feel I should mention that Steve’s pissed you didn't tell him too, you know.”

You groaned. You weren't surprised. “I’ll add him to the list of apologies. Do you think making him and Connie godparents would make it better?” 

“Woah there,” Javi scoffed, the beginning of a smile tugging at his lips. “One day at a time, querida. One day at a time.” 

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