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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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can I request Javier Peña x ftm reader please? maybe reader works at the us embassy and they become friends or something kinda soft (and then maybe drunken love confessions/make outs idk) thanks!!!

Sorry this has taken so long for me to write, my writers block has been ridiculous. Also sorry if the writing styles vary this has been written over nearly 2 months with breaks in between. I didn’t do drunk love confessions but there’s definitely softness and friendship with a bit of flirty tendencies. Also I’m not fluent in Spanish, so if I have made mistakes, please correct me so I can edit those areas.

Javier Peña x ftm reader- Call me

Warnings: Soft and flirty Javier Peña, FTM reader!, angst, mentions of misgendering/transphobia, injured reader. Fluff. No smut.

You had been working at the US embassy in Colombia for a year, working as archivist responsible for dealing with evidence and classified files for both the DEA and the FBI stationed out here. This meant you were useful and in high demand between both organisations. You were relatively young (compared to most archivists) but extremely good at your job, meticulously organised with a system you created. An agent brought in evidence, you scanned the evidence, created a quick summary, organised them by case and by date to be stored away.

If agents needed access to information, they went through you. This is how you met the one and only Javier Peña, the smooth talking, dashing DEA agent with a penchant for doing anything it takes to get information.

He had walked into the vault where you were storing files away, not noticing the man’s presence. You pottered away still oblivious to the man standing behind you. Javier cleared his throat to catch your attention, startling you and causing you to jump.

You clutched your binder, heart pounding at the fright of the stranger. “Shit, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you ok?” He asked concerned as he saw you clutching your chest and catching your breath.

Wearing a binder was difficult at the best of times but catching your breath was difficult as you couldn’t take in a full breath. “Fuck, you scared the life out of me!” You said standing up straight panting. Taking a second to compose yourself you squared and set your shoulders. “Agent, how may I help you today without you giving me a heart attack?” You asked the man.

Now finally composed you actually take in the man and his appearance. And god was he a specimen of a man. Tall but not overly, beautiful sun kissed skin, deep brown eyes that looked into the depths of your soul. A strong aquiline nose above a a neat but thick moustache. Then a mouth that you realised had an incredibly cocky and smug looking grin. He had caught you observing over him a little too long and knew you appreciated his looks.

“I have other ways of making your heart rate speed up but those require a little more physical exertion but I promise it’ll be worth it” he flirted and winked while moving closer towards you.

Your mind went blank, wow the man has got some balls to openly flirt. “Bold assumption that it’ll be worth my time and energy agent. Now what do you need from me?” You tried to shut him down, shuffling papers around on your desk to get back on track.

“Well I need any files or information on Escobar’s sicario La Quica and you in my bed tonight darling.” Javier smirked at you.

You turned around searching through the the filing cabinet for La Quica’s file and to hide your flustered face. Finding the file and composing yourself you turn around catching the man ogling you up and down.

You cleared your throat and his eyes met yours. “Here’s the file, what name am I putting down on the paper work Agent?” You handed him the manilla folder.

“Agent Javier Peña but a sweet thing like you can call me Javi and what name should I remember when I see you in my dreams tonight?” He moved closer and whispered.

God this man may actually be the death of you but you were sure he was all talk, he wouldn’t want you if he knew. “The names (Y/N).” You shook his hand.

That’s how you met the smooth talking, quick witted gorgeous Javier Peña.

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Over the next six months you and Javier became friends. He was a misunderstood man, yes he was a scumbag at times, but his actions were to never harm innocent people. He just needed information and if that meant flirting and sleeping with his informants, so be it. When he wasn’t out in the field and back in the embassy for any stretch of time he’d spend his lunch break down in the archive with you.

Javier was intrigued by you, everyone knew your name but you were a recluse, nobody knew anything about you. But he wanted to, so he spent his breaks bugging you. Asking you questions that no one here ever bothered to ask you, only coming down to see the archivist when they were required to gain information.

“(Y/N) ¿Cuántos años tienes?” He asked sitting in your chair feet on your desk while you were milling about looking for a folder. “I’m 28, Javi” you answer absentmindedly as you crossed the archive to check those cabinets. “Interesante. ¿Tienes una familia? Padres y hermanos?” He continued in Spanish. It’s become a habit of his to speak Spanish to you, he gets bored that Steve doesn’t understand a lot of Spanish and misses speaking it.

“Yes my parents are alive and well and I have an older brother. What’s with the fucking 20 questions Javi” you snapped at him while trying to reach a folder from a shelf. “Qué haces cariño?” Javi questioned curiously moving to stand up from his seat and walk towards what you were doing. You tensed for a second, the pet name catching you off guard and making you a little flustered. This wasn’t the first time he called you darling or a variation of a pet name nor was it the first or the last time he had flirted with you. You had to admit he was an incredibly attractive man but he didn’t need to know how you felt. You never wanted him to know too much about you, worried that he’d find out you were trans and abandon you. He was the closest friend you had and you didn't want to lose him. Yes he was a fairly liberal guy, he flirted and fucked around with both female and male informants but you were worried that’s where he drew the line.

Squaring and setting your shoulders you answer shortly, “What do you think I’m trying to fucking do dipshit, I’m trying to grab that red folder.” You stood on tip toes trying to reach the file on top of the cabinet. Javier stood behind you pressing the length of his front to your back and grabbed the folder.

You felt every hard plane of his body and squeaked at the contact turning round to face him with your back against the filing cabinet. “Is this the file you were looking for sweetheart?” He smirked down at you.

“Yes Peña” you answered trying to take the file off of him but he raised it out of your reach. He was a decent few inches taller than you and now with arms raised high, the situation looked very reminiscent of children fighting over a toy.

“Nuh uh mi amor, mi nombre es Javi. Say it and say please ” he whispered to you while crowding you against the cabinet.

“J-Javi please ” you stuttered out. Your mind was equally going blank as well as panicking at the situation you found yourself in. “There we go darling that wasn’t so hard now was it” he replied returning the important document, then brushed his thumb against your cheek and leant in to your ear.

“You look so handsome sugar, standing there looking at me like that, you don’t know what you do to me. I could just eat you up.” Javi whispered, the hairs of his moustache grazing your ear and combined with his words made a shiver run up your spine.

Javi moved back slightly to look you in the eyes. A giant smirk on his face and eyes piercing yours as silence encompassed both of you. The moment stretched on both of you in a stand-off looking at each other trying to anticipate who would make the next move. You both searched each others eyes.

You searched Javier's eyes to see whether any of this was a trick, that he was trying to trap you into making a move, betray your true feelings to boost his ego and then crush you by admitting this was a joke. But you didn’t see that, though he had smirked it had softened into a genuine smile. His eyes were flicking between yours, sincerity, admiration with a touch of nervousness etched in his features.

You eyes flicked to his lips and his to yours. ‘Fuck it’ you thought. You raised your hand to caress Javi’s jaw and lean in towards him, closing your eyes.

A cough from the doorway caught both of your attentions. You quickly moved back and away from Javi looking towards the door and his partner Steve Murphy.

“I’m sorry for interrupting but Javs we’ve gotta go back out to Medellin now. We need to meet up with Search Bloc and Carillo.” Steve apologised from the doorway.

“Steve gimme a minute” Javi responded. “Javs we need to go-” Steve argued back being cut off by Javier. “Goddamnit Murphy give me a fucking minute.” Javier snapped, “Please”.

“Fine meet me in the car in 5 minutes max or I’m dragging your ass out onto the curb myself.” Steve pointed at Javi to emphasise his point. “Have a good day (Y/N) and if he causes you any problems kick his ass out” Steve told you smiling and left the archive.

Javi turned to face you smiling, “(Y/N)-“. Cutting him off, you stared at the floor, “Javi it’s ok you have to go I understand. Let’s forget everything, just make sure you keep yourself and Murphy safe while you’re away. I need you to be safe. To come back and annoy me everyday.”

“(Y/N) I’m not going to forget about it okay? We’re going to talk about this. Please look at me” Javi pleaded with you while you refused to meet his eyes.

“Don’t worry about this. Please just keep yourself safe, Escobar and his sicarios have been getting bolder and more dangerous.” Your voice caught in the back of your throat, eyes welling up and sniffing. You finally looked at him, softness and concern filling his features. “Promise me Javi!” You begged him.

Javi swore under his breath but moved to wrap you up in his arms. Holding you in a tight hug he whispered into your forehead “Te prometo que estaré a salvo, cariño.”

You hugged him tightly “Thank you, now go before your partner kicks your arse and drag you out of the building.” Sniffling and laughing you both said your goodbyes.

“I’ll call you while I’m away, and when I’m back we’ll talk properly.” Javier told you and left the building leaving you alone in the archive.

Once he had left, you slumped down in your desk chair sighing at the situation you found yourself in. On the one hand you were incredibly happy, you liked Javi, he’d become an incredibly close friend. You chatted every day when he was at the embassy and went out for drinks and talked the night away about life back home and your respective interests. But at the same time you were incredibly anxious, you knew that before anything could progress to the next step you would need to sit Javier down and explain everything to him and come out. And that’s what worried you most that once he knew, he’d leave you on your own again. That you’d be more lonely when that happened than before he came into your life and lit it up in colour. You could deal with harsh remarks but if you were left again you knew you’d be crushed.

But you knew it had to be done it wasn’t fair on either of you, so you resigned yourself to that fact and continued on with your day albeit less happy than when it started.

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Give Javi his due he did call the first night he had got to Medellin from his apartment. You had spoken about how your days had gone and his flight while you were eating dinner and he was no doubtably drinking a glass of whisky. He promised that when he was back you both talk about everything and make up for having to leave without discussing the situation. You had reassured him everything was ok and made him promise again to stay safe, take care of himself and make sure he didn’t just have a liquid alcohol diet while he was out there. You’d both laughed at that and said your respective good nights.

Javier had been gone for about a week when he called again on a Tuesday night. “Hey Javi is everything okay?” You asked, a little concerned to be hearing from him.

“Yeah everything is fine, me and Steve are coming back to Bogotá on Thursday afternoon. Bureaucracy shit and meetings. But this means we’ll be back till at least Monday.” The agent explained sounding a mixture of exasperated at having to deal with the embassy but also happy to be back for a while.

“That’s great Javi, it’ll be nice to have you back, works been pretty boring without you there to annoy me.” You teased him, but work had genuinely been less fun since he left this time round.

“Me? Annoying? I think you must be mistaking me for Agent Murphy” Javi laughed in response to your teasing. “Oh of course that’s right, I’m so terribly mistaken Agent Peña. I do apologise.” You apologised and both started chuckling for a while.

“But seriously it will be nice to see you. I’ll see you at lunch in Friday to catch up.” You genuinely told him. “Well about that, I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner on Thursday evening so we can talk about everything. As long as that’s ok with you?” He asked shyly.

“Yeah of course Javi, meet me in the archive after you finish up and we can go straight from work.” You answered him after a few seconds pause. You were nervous about how it would all go but reserved faith in the man and your relationship with him.

He responded to you happily telling you he’ll book a table for you both at his favourite restaurant he’s been meaning to take you to. You both spoke about your day before making your respective goodnights. You both were nervous and excited for 2 nights time, to see each other to discuss everything over and talk about your next steps.

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The next morning you got up and readied yourself for work. You drove to the embassy and busied yourself with work most of the day. DEA and FBI agents occasionally coming in to request files on suspects regarding a variety of different cases from communists living out in the jungle to homicide suspects. Your day was relatively busy with dispensing and collecting old and new evidence to and from agents which you archived safely away.

By 5pm you were done for the day, feeling as though the day had gone incredibly quick. You were thinking to yourself about how in 24 hours Javi would be back and you would be going to dinner with him almost like a date. You smiled at thoughts of the future if everything went well the next evening as you left the embassy and made your way towards the car.

That evening the sun had already set and was fairly dark as agents, secretaries and other embassy workers left for the evening. You were still in your own head that it took you a second to process the sound of the first bullet being fired.

Once you started to process the first sound and the background noise of panic and screaming alongside other shots from assailants and agents, you didn’t have enough time to make your way back inside for safety.

As you started to make your way back towards the building, another two shots rang out. Blinding and searing pain rushed through your shoulder and collar bone as the first bullet hit you in the shoulder blade. Then you gasped and dropped down to the ground as you were shot in the back feeling the bullet rip through and out of your abdomen.

You collapsed and your vision dimmed with Javi’s name on your lips. You were sure this was how you end.

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Flashes of pain, white lights, screams, crowding medics was all you remembered before everything went dark again. You didn’t know what had happened or if you they got to you on time. Were you dead? You didn’t feel dead, but you didn’t necessarily feel alive, there was only darkness at the moment and the flashes of your memory. Did they call your family? It’d take them a day or two to get out here to see you. Did you have that long?

What day was it? You remembered it was a Wednesday evening when everything went down. Was it Wednesday still? Or was it Thursday? You thought more to yourself about what you’d supposed to be doing on Thursday. You remembered you were supposed to be having a dinner with Javier.

Shit Javi. You started to think about poor Javi, not knowing where you were, expecting you to be in the archive waiting for him. Did they call him? Or did he find out when he went to work? You told him to be careful and look how you ended up. You hoped he was okay. You needed him to be okay. Javier Peña, your Javi, your best friend and the man you loved so dearly needed to be okay.

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Your eyes slowly blinked open and you squinted against the white lights of the hospital room. Monitors beeping and low sound of snoring came from beside you. Focussing your eyes you looked around the room, Javier was holding your hand fast asleep with little snores coming from him.

Your dad was sat on the opposite side to Javier and had noticed you had woken up. “Thank god you’re ok.” He whispered before kissing your head. “Hey Dad, where’s mum? And how long has Javi been here?” You asked you father quietly smiling while looking at the passed out man beside you. You wanted to be quiet in fear of waking him.

“Mum is getting us some food and drink and he was here before we arrived. Supposedly when you got brought in, in between the screaming from the pain you’d begged them to call us aswell as him. When we arrived we didn’t know he was and wanted him to leave but he refused, he was so upset and he didn’t want to leave you.” Your dad explained calmly.

“How long have I been out for?” You asked. “It’s Saturday so a couple of days, you had surgery to repair the abdominal bleeding as you lost a lot of blood and another surgery to put a plate on your collar bone. And he knows about you.” Your dad answered referring to Javi for the last bit.

When you realised what he was referring to you, you silently cried. “How did he find out?” You asked him while tears fell from your eyes. “The surgeons kept calling you miss and he kept sticking up for you. So when we were here and eventually ended up talking we explained everything to him, just to avoid screaming matches in the hall. Didn’t stop him, made sure that all the doctors and surgeons called you by the correct name. He’s a very good man, he loves you, you know.” Your dad had held your hand throughout his talk. You squeezed both hands which stirred Javi awake.

“(Y/N)! You’re awake” Javi called out to you smiling and moving to pull you into a big hug.

“Ow Javi, careful I’m still injured. Dad could you give us a few minutes.” You asked your father to which he smiled and left the room.

“I’m sorry I should be more careful I’m just so happy you’re awake. You had me worried sick. I got the call Wednesday night and I got on the first plane. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” He lamented.

“Javi, I don’t need you to protect me and you wouldn’t have been able to do anything different. Multiple people were there and some got hurt. But they got me here and I’m safe. I’m ok. But thank you for sticking up for me while I was out cold. My dad told me what you did.” You reassured him, wiping his cheeks as some tears made their way down his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sniffled out the question, holding onto the hand on his cheek and the one in your lap.

“I was going to at our dinner, I wanted to tell you so you had all of the information before you decided if you still wanted to talk about the next steps of our relationship. I didn’t tell you before because I was worried I would lose you. Your my best friend first and foremost Javi, I can deal with someone not wanting to be in a romantic relationship after they find out but the thought of losing you and our friendship crushed me. I was worried you’d leave me” you confided in him.

He leant forward and kissed your forehead whispering, “I’d never leave you, apart from Murphy you’re my best friend to. I can talk with you about anything, I can confide in you. You’ve made me laugh more in 6 months than in the entire time I’ve been out in Colombia. And when I got that call I was so worried I was going to lose you. I knew I loved you that day I left, but I wanted to talk to you about everything first. Then I nearly lost you and I realised how much I love you. And finding out about you doesn’t change any of that. Finding out showed me how strong you really are and showed me that you’d be the man I will always love. I love you for you (Y/N). “

With these words you realised how deeply in love with him you really were. “Javier Peña, I love you so much too” you said before kissing him gently with all the love you had for him.

Yes you may be in a hospital bed after being shot, but you felt the most alive you had in years. Your best friend, the enigmatic Javier Peña now knew about you, accepted you and loved you. He stuck up for you at your most vulnerable and unable to fight for yourself. You loved him and he loved you. And once you could go home you both could move on with the next step of your relationship and lives. And that was the most beautiful thing.

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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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It genuinely blows my mind how messed up some people can be and the lengths they’ll go to because they feel just that entitled. As someone who has been and continues to be inspired by Pedro not only for fic writing but for aspects of my daily life, it legit makes me feel embarrassed to share a fandom space with people who do things that are just so fucked up.

To @pedropascalunofficial, props to you for realizing your mistakes and making the effort to correct them. To Pedro himself, thank you for being not only an inspiration but an amazing person, I’m wishing you, your friends, and your family nothing but the best. To other fans, thank you for making me feel like I belong in this community and honestly making it feel like a second home. And to the people who still do and/or agree with this fucked up shit, I sincerely hope you realize that you’re the problem and seek help.

STORY TIME

Why did Pedro Pascal go quiet on socials?

Well, let's hazard a guess. Maybe he saw what his shitty "fans" were getting up to.

If I've left anything out, please dm me. And if you'd like to threaten me, my receipts are all in order🖕

What have Pedro Pascal's shitty "fans" done in this fandom?

Stalked him and used it for clout in order to gather more information.

Tracked his and his friends' activity. The person got blocked by the friend and used the news for clout. Mega lols all round on that one, not🙄. It gave them something to talk about on their trip, I guess🤷‍♀️ They were quiet after, though, right?!

Created a private group chat and used it to gather information on his whereabouts.

Moved in order to be closer to his house. When he mentioned he moved, they openly enquired about moving to a neighbourhood close to his new place.

Supported a friends project and made themselves the biggest donor yet publicly complained about their financial situation. Weird, right?! The friend was going through a really tough time. The fans used the access they gained to the friend to manipulate the friend into giving them access to him. The friend closed their project.

Made professional moves in order to work with another one of his friends in order to gain access to him.

Bullied and harassed another fan for having limited access to him. They then doxxed the victims' family members' funeral. When they were called out and tried to defend themselves, they were caught owning an account that had supported the harassing messages.

Stole photos from independent photographers and shared as their own, which he then shared so the photographer got paid.

Shared a stolen photo of him and another actor so he was forced to share his own so he owned the narrative.

Had multiple genuine fan accounts deleted and suspended out of hate and jealousy.

Sent d**th threats to other fan accounts.

That would definitely put me off going online. No wonder he went quiet.

I'd like to add that I was a total scumbag too once. Checked his personal info, thinking it was ok to do so out of interest. I shared bits and pieces because I didn't realise the ripple effect. Then I realised his info was being traded for people's personal gain. People were being manipulated into providing more and more. People were being ripped off for someone selling pics without a licence (you know who). I stopped. I made amends. I know I made a difference, so thank you to everyone who has helped right the wrongs.

Thank you to the people who helped provide tips.

Thank you to the people who had their lives affected but still stuck around to keep the good in the fandom.

Thank you to the people who listened.

Thank you to the people who took action when required.

Thank you to Pedro💜

And a giant fuck you to the ppl who are still doing that shit and negatively affecting people's lives, including Pedro's and his friends' and family's.

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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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Nᴏᴛ Iɴᴛᴏ Bᴏʏs (Jᴀᴠɪᴇʀ Pᴇñᴀ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Javier Peña × Male Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2,4 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: You had been working for the Medellín cartel from the United States for a long time, until the war against the cartel reached another lever of violence and your boss Pablo Escobar ordered you to move to Colombia. When you arrived, you met an interesting man that would cause a war of feelings inside you.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: spoilers for narcos, angst, mentions of drug, mentions of war, mentions of death, threatening, swearing, mentions of unholy places (yknow what i mean), mentions of making love (but like, with no love), subtle mentions of homophobe society, no physical descriptios of reader (only said that its a boy), no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: oh boy did it hurt to write this. didnt want it to go this way at first but i just kept writing and damn, i love what i wrote. sorry for yall, really. i promise next fic is gonna be much, much less heartbreaking. anyway, hope you enjoy this!

It happened. You told yourself it wouldn't. But it did. And you were so fucked up.

You had known Javier Peña for some months. With the war against the drugs and the cartels going, everyone knew everyone. That was something you learned fast when you moved to Colombia. The very day you arrived, you were already being tracked by everyone in town, including the kids. Still, you tried to keep it on the low.

You had moved to Colombia as an order from your boss. Of course, and like everyone else was in that time, you were involved in drug activities, and were working for the Medellín cartel from the United States. Your job was as simple as keeping track of the extradited drugsters that got to the States from the cartel and visited them once in a while, informed them of the current situation in the cartel —of course, in secret code so the cops wouldn't get any of that information—, and you kept sending money into their bank accounts for whatever purposes they wanted to give it when they got out from jail or whatever. At least it had been as simple as that, until your boss, Pablo Escobar, ordered you to move to Colombia. As you had heard —from Escobar himself, the news and all the rumors—, the war against drugs had gone to another level. You assumed that was why Escobar wanted you in Colombia, perhaps looking for that some extra backup you could give him and his men when they fucked up. Whatever it was, you just did what you did best: obey without questions. And the day right after Escobar told you to come to Colombia, you were already unpacking your baggage in your new appartment.

Of course, and as you expected, you had received orders that very day. Your new job consisted of organising the drug deliveries and making sure the were done just in time, and counting the money in case someone had to go take care of the fuckers that tried to trick Escobar. Soon, you were involved in most of his important plans, too. He had said that it was an... ascension for doing your job well.

That's how you became one of his right hand men, too. You became as close to him as Quica and Limón, who you also became close to. Soon enough, the three of you were eating, drinking, partying and getting high together when Escobar didn't need you. You even went to brothels together every now and then, when you had a night to rest from all the drug war thing.

It was one of those free nights in a brothel when you had met him for the first time.

You saw him walking out of one of the brothel's rooms, still fixing his belt over his pants and with a lit cigarette positioned between his lips.

Those so good-looking lips.

You stood staring at him for a couple of seconds, checking him out. He didn't seem to notice you looking at him until he got out of the brothel, when he glanced at you for a moment. That little glance was enough to make your heart flutter. You hadn't given it much importance then, and just continued your night at the brothel with some random girl.

Or at least you hadn't given it much importance until you met him again.

It was another one of your free nights. That time, though, you had decided to give Quica and Limón some space for themselves at the brothel while you just went to some bar and had a drink. You didn't have much time alone with yourself since you came to Colombia, and you wanted to spend some time relaxing and having a chat with your inner thoughts. But it turned out, that night you weren't able to spend alone time either.

The same man you had seen getting out of the brothel some weeks ago sat next to you at the bar. He called you "the guy that was looking at him when he got out of the brothel", which was kind of embarrassing. Though you didn't give much importance to anything about that conversation either when he got out his DEA agent badge and said that he knew who you were. Of course you were somewhat scared at first, he had the authority to take you to jail or even extradite you right there and then.

But he didn't.

Instead, he tried to convince you to help him stop the drug war. He named some of the men he and his partners at the DEA had lost those last years because of the war against the Medellín cartel, and he numbered all the innocent deaths and every battle they had to fight only so it could result in more innocent people dead. Then he threatened you, saying he'd send you back to the States as one of those extradited drugsters you had been working for not so long ago, if you didn't help him. He knew you were close to Escobar and his other right hand men, and he wanted to get from you as much information as posible.

You felt some pity for the man. He seemed a bit desperate, asking someone as you to help him get Escobar. And you felt bad because of how he looked when he named all the people he had lost because of his stupidity and desperation to do so. And you didn't want to be extradited either —death didn't scare you, but going to jail in the States did.

So you agreed.

You started giving Peña every information he asked from you. You told him everything Escobar and his family and men did, everywhere they went, all of their plans... You gave him all the information you had access to, which was basically all of it. And after some time of being his informant, you saw how much danger you were putting yourself at. Way too much danger to risk your life just for the money Peña gave you in exchange for all the information.

That's how you realized you weren't just doing it for the money anymore. You were doing it for him.

And it was weird. It hurt.

You met him every free night you had to update him about everything going on. And that's just how it worked: you met, you gave him the information, and he headed off to get more of whatever other intel he could gather from someone else, who were usually sluts from some fancy brothel he liked. Watching him going to see and fuck one of those sluts he called informants made you jealous, something you couldn't believe.

It kept going like that for a while, though soon, Quica and Limón started to suspect. You weren't as close to them as you had been before the night you talked with Peña. You kept telling them it was fine, that there was nothing wrong and you were just having a bunch of bad days. And it seemed to work.

Until one day, Escobar called you so he could have a private chat with you.

He said Quica and Limón had told him about you being off, not present, and distant with them. He said you were not focused on your job anymore. And he said that you were taking many breaks to go to the bathroom, and way too many free nights. Unfortunately for you, he was joking when he said he blamed it on some girl you were spending time with.

And then, he threatened you.

It was official. Your life was in serious danger. Your own boss had threatened you.

That night you went home shitting your pants. For the first time in the many years you had been working in the drug business, you were scared. And it was all his fault.

You pulled your phone out and messaged him, telling him you needed to see him and talk to him immediately. He showed up in your house shortly after, giving you a hurried "Is everythin' okay?".

"We have a problem. I have a problem and if we don't do something, so do you", you looked at him with a mix of anger and fear.

"Okay, okay, calm down. What's wrong?"

"Quica and Limón know. Escobar knows. And he said he'd kill me if I don't go watching my back from now on", you saw him looking at the ground with a slight frown on his brow, as if he was thinking of what to do.

"Alright, we do have a problem", was all he said.

"You gotta fucking help me, Peña".

"Fine, uh...", he thought for a couple of seconds. And for a moment, it seemed like he had an idea. "If you can wait a couple days, I'll get you a passport to the States or somethin'...".

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'll be dead before you can get the passport. And Escobar will have men in the States to kill me when I get there anyway. I can't go back", you sighed, trying to find a solution for yourself.

"Stay at my place, or Steve's. His wife can help you. We'll protect you".

"Oh, will you? 'Cause really, I love the way you've been protecting me as your informant. You've protected me so fucking good that my boss found out about me and even my own friends want to end my life now", you spat at him. "So yeah, you've been doing a great shit job at protecting me, Javier".

That moment, the world seemed to stop. Peña looked at you with a mix of anger and shock —though it seemed more angry than anything else. It was then that you realized that you had, for the first time, called him by his name.

"Peña", he said with a stern expression.

"Really? After all this, you're mad that I use your name?", you sighed. You were actually nervous —even afraid— about what would happen now, since he seemed more serious and angry than anything you had ever seen on him. "Look, just—".

"You don't get to call me that. What made you think you could?", he gave you another hard look.

"I don't know, it just came out—".

"You don't get to call me that".

He stood looking at you with his eyes burning with anger. You had never been so afraid of how someone looked at you —not even with Escobar— until that very moment.

"I'm sorry", was all you said, trying to match his seriousness. "I didn't think you'd be this mad".

He walked up to you all silent and still looking angry as hell. Your heart was beating pretty fast at the sight of how he towered over you, making you feel weak at the knees.

"No way", he smiled sarcastically. "I'm gonna tell you somethin' and I need you to pay attention, boy", you gulped at his words, scared of what he would say. "You're not one of those whores I fuck to get info from. You're doin' this for money, and I'm doin' this to save the goddamn country. You wanna fuck a big man, go get him yourself at a brothel, I'm sure you'll find one that wants to stick his dick inside a little boy like you".

That crossed your limits. Your blood started to boil, and you heart was beating so fast you'd swear you felt it break at that very instant.

As you watched him walking to your door, you turned around to face him and gave him an even harder look than the one he was giving you before.

"So the great fuckboy Javier Peña leaves once again, heading off to one of his brothels to fuck whatever slut he can find tonight!", you said with an exaggerated, dramatic tone. "You know, it's so fucking sad seeing how you stick to one night stands because you're afraid to start feeling something. And it's sad that you're pushing away the only person that will probably be the only one to ever feel something for you that's not desperation to get fucked by you, just because you're not into boys", you spat out, being at the verge of tears. "So go on, have another night of fun with a girl that's gonna fucking pretend she wants you just for your money and your big boy dick, while the only person that actually wants to be with you cries because you broke their fucking heart!".

When you finally got to breathe again, you came to realize just how much you were crying. And meanwhile, Peña was looking at you with his emotionless expression.

"I'll try to get you that passport as soon as possible", were the words he ended the silence with, and then he left.

The weight of your conversation hung in the air for the rest of the night. It was something you weren't going to forget easily. Of course you had imagined something like this would happen if you talked with Peña about your feelings for him, but you didn't expect him to be so rude and hard. Though, thinking about it, that was right what you would expect from anyone else. At the end of the day, you were a man that had fallen for another man, in the 80s.

You just were so dumb to think that Peña was different, that you might have a chance. But of course, you didn't. And you didn't know why it had hurt you that much, knowing it was this way for everyone else.

And so, there you were now, curled up in your bed as you cried to the thought of him silently, letting your pillow muffle your quiet sobs and get soaked by your non-stopping stream of tears. That night again, you thought of how much you hated Peña for being so heartless, so selfish. And so brave, so handsome, so hot, so perfect, so... Peña.

And you thought about how much you hated yourself for having helped this man, knowing that all he gave you in return was a broken heart and some money you didn't want. You knew he was a dangerous man, but damn, had you fallen hard for him. And damn, did you hate yourself for it.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep thinking about all this. You wished you hadn't moved to Colombia. You wished you didn't have anything to do with drugs or the cartel. You wished you didn't know Javier Peña. And you wished you weren't so in love with him.

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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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Ghost Part 5 | Joel Miller

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Synopsis: Reader, Joel, and Ellie make it to the University. They explore and discuss what to do next in their journey.

Warnings: None? I guess implied animal testing.

Author’s Note: Oh boy, it’s been long enough since the last time I’ve written for Thesaurus to change the design of its website! Hope you all enjoy this one. The transition into sickness isn’t very subtle, but hey, work with me a little bit.

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Through the clouds of sleep you feel a warm hand on your shoulder gently shaking you. You open your eyes to see Joel’s form. His features are softened by the light of the fire, the physical reminders of the stress he has been under the last 20 odd years are less visible in the darkness. An unintentional lopsided smile makes its way across your face.

Joel’s hand moves further down your arm, finding purchase near your elbow.

“‘S your turn.” He says quietly, making no attempt to remove his hand despite it accomplishing its goal of waking you. His words bring you further into consciousness.

You nod slowly and squeeze your eyes together, banishing the remainder of sleep. You stand up and stretch, regretting the action immediately as the warmth of both Joel’s hand and your sleeping bag are stolen from you.

“Fuck.” You shutter, word drawn out by the contractions of your body adjusting to the cold. Your hands scramble across the ground for your jacket. However, the material chilled by the night air provides little comfort. Joel stands idly watching your floundering attempt to warm up.

“Here.” He says, setting the rifle down before moving to take off his own jacket.

“Oh Joel, you don’t have to-” He motions for you to stop speaking with a wave of his hand, the other being used to offer up the jacket. You hesitate, but ultimately take him up on the offer for additional protection from the weather.

“I’m surprised you’re actually letting someone else take a shift of watch.” You say quietly as you put the jacket on.

“Yeah, well.” He starts. “I figured you’d give me shit ‘bout it in the morning if I didn’t.” You smile at his words.

“Right you are, cowboy.” You say, moving to pick up the rifle. “Get some rest.” You touch your hand to his arm as you pass as a final good night.

While you don’t see it as you are facing the opposite direction, Joel remains standing for a few moments longer than necessary. Head tilted towards you as he watches you walk away. His hand flexes for a moment, signaling his internal debate. He shakes his head, turning away from you as he does so before making his way to his own sleeping bag to get some much needed rest.

As you take your position to watch, the heat from Joel's jacket settles into you, although something else entirely warms your cheeks.

…

Watch goes by about as slowly as it always does. Although you admittedly spent more of it glancing at Joel than necessary, which sped things up a bit. Looking to the East you see the sun peeking out as daylight begins to seep into the sky. You sling the gun over your shoulder and begin to make some “coffee” for you and Joel.

Your two traveling companions woke up with the sun. Joel sleepily shuffled his way over to you, or more accurately over to the coffee. Part of his hair sticks up in an oddly charming way, making you wish you had a camera.

He yawns, arms stretching above his head. The movement reveals a portion of his tanned midriff, you take a deep sip of your beverage as you once again find yourself wishing for access to a camera.

Ellie sits upright, but stays in her bag for the time being, determined to not be anywhere near “that burnt shit.”

The warmth provided by the sun allows you to shed a few layers. You return Joel’s jacket to him with a quiet thank you. His hand lingers on your own in a way that does not go unnoticed by Ellie.

The girl, having little else to be entertained by, had noticed a shift in the interactions between the two of you. Just little things, stuff she had originally assumed was due to lingering awkwardness from Jackson but… now as she witnesses the look you and Joel share she’s not so sure.

…

The three of you get moving, and soon enough Ellie is pestering you and Joel about the “before times” yet again.

“Okay, so- if you mess up your fourth down, then you give the ball to the other team… which is called a turn over?” Ellie repeats the information she had been given as though it’s a test.

“Yep.” Joel confirms.

“But, if you make it to ten years, then you’re back to first down.”

“Uh huh.” Joel says, clearly enjoying this retelling of a once-favorite pastime.

You take a deep breath to sigh, not being one for sports at any time in your life. On the exhale though, you cough, drawing attention from your companions.

“You alright?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, fine.” You say a bit hoarsely after clearing your throat. “Just the dust.” He nods, before continuing his football lesson with Ellie and moving on to explain the Super Bowl.

“You know-” You interrupt, “the best part of the Super Bowl was the snacks. Oh! And the commercials.”

“Aren’t those like… advertisements though?” Ellie asks.

“Yeah, but they were always really funny. Talking dogs, that sort of thing.”

“Sooo you enjoyed people trying to sell you things?” Ellie askes.

“Huh,” you pause. “Yeah, I guess it does sound kind of weird when you say it like that.”

…

“You went to college right?” Ellie directs her question towards you as the three of you pass the large University of Eastern Colorado sign.

“That I did.” You respond.

“What was it like?” She asks.

“Well,” you start, glad to finally have something to share that she’s interested in. “It’s a lot of reading, a lot of studying…” Ellie’s deminer diminishes slightly at the start of your description. “And… a lot of parties.” Your attempts to keep her interest seem to have been successful.

“Really?” Joel and Ellie say simultaneously. “You went to ‘a lot of parties.’” Joel finishes incredulously.

“Sure did.” You say, shooting him a glare. It’s not entirely a lie, a lot is a… relative term. Technically to Ellie, who had never been to a college party, three is a lot. “Friday night, would head down to frat row and not come back ‘till morning.”

“What’s frat row?” Ellie asks.

“It’s the street where all the fraternities on campus were located.”

“And… what's a fraternity?”

“Oh, well. It’s sort of like a club that a bunch of guys join because they think it looks cool. It was also good for networking -like getting a job once you graduated- but mostly people joined for the parties.” You say, looking around to see if you could spot any decrepit fraternity signage.

“Only guys got to have party clubs? That’s stupid.” Ellie said, pouting slightly.

“Well, no. There were also sororities, those were like fraternities for girls.”

“Oh! I want to be in a sorority.” Ellie says enthusiastically. The comment causes both you and Joel to burst out laughing. “What?”

“Alright party-animals, focus up. We’re looking for-” Joel starts before you cut him off.

“Speaking of party animals.” You point across the quad to a group of monkeys running through grass.

“Woah! Monkeys!” Ellie exclaims.

“Someone must have let them out of the lab when things went south.” Joel comments.

The monkeys quickly scamper across the field and into some alleyway, eager to avoid the unfamiliar intruders.

…

“What about you Joel, did you ever go to college?” Ellie says after a lull in conversation.

“No, you don’t need that for contracting.” He responds.

“Did you always want to be a contractor?” She asks.

“Well,” he pauses. “When I was a kid, I wanted to be a singer.”

“Shut up.” Ellie says as the two of you start laughing.

“Why is that funny?” You quickly attempt to straighten your face out as Joel looks back and asks.

“You gotta sing something now.” Ellie says.

“No.” Joel responds playfully.

“Come on… we’re not gonna laugh.” You add to the girl’s pestering.

“You’re already laughing.” He states plainly.

“Okay… true.” Ellie admits in defeat.

…

The halls of the university buildings exude a emptiness you’ve never quite gotten used to. Even after all these years, seeing places once full of life be so, well, dead just feels off.

Of course, not everything here is dead. Vines climb along the interior walls, stretching towards broken skylights. Once well-manicured accent trees have roots that spill out of their pots and into the cracked tile below.

Thankfully, the campus was largely free of infected. Less thankfully, it also appeared to be free of any Fireflies. Your search for signs of life had remained largely unfruitful until…

A cacophony of metal clangs rang out as Joel pushed the laboratory door forward. A troop of monkeys quickly exits out of the shattered windows. Ellie playfully avoids the metal pans scattered about as you begin to investigate.

You find yourself standing in front of a wall filled with opened metal cages. Undoubtedly the ones which once contained the furry inhabitants of the university. As you stare at the rows, you imagine the person who freed them. Was it someone who was researching them? Who saw them daily and chose to risk their life to free them? The campus would have been heavily populated, it must have been a matter of hours before it was taken over by infected, if not less. Or maybe it was just some student who didn’t realize how serious the situation was, who thought it would be funny to add to the chaos.

“Shit,” Joel’s words drew you from your thoughts.

“What?” You reply as you begin walking over to see what he’s looking at. He hands you a piece of paper, taking the time you read it to inspect a set of dog tags on the table.

“Shit.” You repeat.

“Yep.” He agrees.

“What? What is it?” Ellie asks, coming away from the window.

“Fireflies aren’t here, kid.” Joel says.

“Well where are they?” Ellie says, distressed.

“Fucking Utah.” You reply flatly.

She rolls her eyes, although you’re not sure if she actually knows where Utah is.

“What’s the plan then?” You look to Joel.

“I guess we're going to Utah.” He says as he starts to make his way back out of the lab.

Ellie’s groan of frustration is accented by your growing headache. You zip up your jacket, unsure if the air has gotten cooler or if the exhaustion of the day has just caught up to you.

Although there’s honestly a part of you that’s glad you didn’t find anything. It’s not entirely clear what lies at the end of this journey.

“So… you went to a lot of parties, huh?” Joel comments quietly to you as you avoid rubble.

“Shut it,” Your laugh following the comment turns into a cascade of coughs.

“Y’alright?” Joel asks, placing a hand on your back.

“Yeah, of course. Just y’know, the dust again.” He nods slowly, more hesitant to accept that answer the second time around.

…

You return to the two horses, both safe and sound. Ellie’s already petting “her” horse's snout.

You place your foot in the stirrup, arm readied on the horse's back to help pull yourself up.

“You sure you’re alright?” Joel asks, noticing your hesitation.

“I’m fine,” you sigh as you attempt to step onto the horse. “Just a bit…” lightheaded, lightheaded was the word you were going for, although Joel seemed to get the idea. As you went up all the seemed to rush to your head, or was it away from? Whichever direction caused your hands to feel fuzzy and vision to blacken.

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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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He Won’t Have You | Marc Spector x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Hurt Comfort, Smut

Paring: Sub-Top!Marc Spector x Power Bottom!Male Reader

Warnings: Anal sex (Reader receiving), Blowjob (Reader receiving), Light teasing, Rimming (Reader receiving), Strong language, Unprotected sex

Word Count: 1,002

~ Requests are open ~ Taglist is open

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

The crest of the night began to show with the moon above casting its pale light into the bedroom where you lay reading. Marc left as the evening had just begun to settle and you knew he wouldn’t be home until late into the night, so you kept yourself occupied with the time you had.

You were fairly engrossed with your book, the bedside lamp emitting its warm glow when the window opened letting in a cool draft. It was Marc, still clad in his Moon Knight suit, eyes glowing their signature shade of silver. “Someone’s home late.” Your tone was flat but still held an air of playfulness and sarcasm as you closed your book. “I know. Sorry honey.” Marc sighed as the bandaging around his body receded, planting a kiss on your forehead before walking into the bathroom to discard his clothes.

After exiting the bathroom in only his briefs, Marc sat on his side of the bed with a deep exhale. You could tell something was eating away at him, so you decided to walk to him. “Hey, what’s going on?” You carded your fingers through his curls as you stood in front of him. Marc could only lean into your chest as his arms made their way around your waist, prompting you to wrap your arms around him and place a kiss on the crown of his head.

After a few minutes of comforting silence, Marc lifted his head and you sat beside him, still keeping an arm around his shoulders. “It’s just,” Marc sighed and shook his head as his mind started racing. “When Konshu’s done with me, I... I don’t want him goin’ after you.” Marc looked into your eyes after he spoke with a look crossed between protective and desperation. “Oh, baby,” You placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to lean into it. “Hey, no matter what happens, I’ll always be right here beside you, and we’ll get through it together.” You reassured him before tenderly kissing his lips.

The passion began to slowly rise as Marc snaked his arms around your hips, slowly guiding you to the mattress while kissing you. While you were under him, his tongue made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. You were both left panting for air as Marc broke the kiss. “He won’t have you. I won’t let him.” Marc’s words were breathy as he spoke, making a vow to both you and himself. “Oh yeah?” A light smirk pulled at your lips as you hooked a finger around the dog tags that hung from his neck. Marc hummed a response that indirectly came through as a whimper before you pulled him into another heated kiss.

Marc’s lips eventually left yours and kissed their way down to your jawline, then your neck, to your chest and stomach before stopping above the waistband of your underwear. He looked into your eyes, silently asking for permission. “Go ahead.” With that, Marc’s fingers found themselves underneath your underwear, pulling them down to reveal your semi-hard cock. He placed more kisses on your inner thighs before licking the shaft of your dick to take it in his mouth. “Fuuuuck” You moaned out in ecstasy as Marc took all of you into the warmth of his mouth. Your hands placed themselves in Marc’s hair yet again as his head went up and down forcing you to lean your head back in pleasure.

Feeling yourself getting close to your limit, you lightly pulled Marc off of your cock by his hair, leaving him breathing heavily. “Good boy.” You breathily praised Marc as he made his way further down to your hole, lifting your legs over his broad shoulders in the process. He kissed the tight muscle before fully licking it, releasing moans as hums against your skin. “Oh fuck, just like that. Get me ready for you.” More moans fell from your mouth as Marc continued eating out your hole, slipping his tongue inside and licking your inner walls.

As soon as you both felt your hole was ready, Marc lifted himself to his knees, pulled your legs around his waist, aligned his hard dick with your hole, and pulled a deep moan from both of you as he slowly pushed inside you. “Oh my god baby.” Marc groaned into your ear as he bottomed out against your ass, leaning above you to rest from the overwhelming pleasure. “Does that feel good?” Your question elicited another whimper from Marc, so deep in euphoria that he couldn’t respond in another way.

After a few moments of regaining himself, Marc began to thrust inside you filling the room with the sounds of moans and his skin against yours. Your moans grew louder as his cock began hitting your sweet spot. “Fuck Marc, right there. Don’t stop.” You had to separate each phrase because of the intense waves of pleasure surging through your body.

Marc was close to his breaking point shown by his moans sounding increasingly closer to pleas for release. “Fuck, please honey I’m so close.” “Yeah? Me too, keep going, baby.” The need for relief became too much to bear as Marc continued and with a final thrust, you both shot your loads of warm, sticky cum, his inside your hole and yours on your torso. Marc almost collapsed, stopping himself with his arms just above you.

Both of you were a panting mess as you came down from your high, letting out a light chuckle as you gently placed a hand on his cheek. Marc placed a loving kiss on the base of your palm before resting his forehead against yours with a calm smile on his face. “I’m gonna go take another shower. And you’re coming with me.” A playful smirk adorned your face as Marc placed another loving kiss on your lips.

After getting up, Marc followed you to the bathroom knowing that you’ll never leave him and he won’t let Konshu come anywhere near you.

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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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Hey everyone! Just posted another chapter to my lovely "the cordyceps that keep us apart" joel x male reader fanfic over on ao3! please go ahead and check it out and leave your thoughts <3

the cordyceps that keep us apart (12065 words) by anxious_24_7 Chapters: 8/12 Fandom: The Last of Us (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Joel (The Last of Us)/Reader, Joel & Sarah (The Last of Us), Reader & Sarah (The Last of Us) Characters: Joel (The Last of Us), Sarah (The Last of Us), Reader, Male Reader Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, male reader - Freeform, Prostitution, Internalized Homophobia, <- just a mention of how joel used to feel, Blow Jobs, no beta we die like men, Condoms, Lube, Safe Sane and Consensual, i promise the sex gets much more kinky in 20 years, Morning After, Joel is a good dad, Age Difference, Angst, Joel is just trying his best okay, SORRY YALL, but - Freeform, Angst with a Happy Ending, eventually, Come Swallowing Summary: Joel ends up getting a male hooker on a warm night in late July for a night of release while Sarah is out at a slumber party. It's meant to be a quick night of release, but he ends up biting off more than he can chew and develops a crush on him. Follow the journey of the relationship they develop and pick back up 20 years later after the apocalypse hit.

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bluebirdsboi · 9 months

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maybe the night

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summary: you miss jake lockley.

pairing: jake lockley x male reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ warning, unrpotected s3x, shower s3x, top!jake, l-bombs

a/n: sorry for being ia i was very sick (still a bit sick) wanted to post something but i dont have anything finished so i made this to update u guys [still working on your requests i promise!!]

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Jake comes home after a normal night. Taking in cab passengers gaining new information from the streets of London that Marc can use. He arrives in your shared flat finding you snuggled up in your bed, the blue sheets covering your toes up to your nose.

He sat next to you, removing his leather gloves so he can run his fingers through your hair and touch your warm cheeks. You slept so peacefully, Jake wanted to wrap his arms around you as you two shared the bed but he knew how much you hated it when he slept in with his outside clothes.

Out of the three of them, Jake was the most romantic when it comes to gifts but the least you spent time with. He’s usually out at night, barely saying goodbye, and on the off chance you see each other it’s when you were already preparing for bed, but the moment you wake up there would always be flowers on the kitchen counter.

“–Jake?” you turned, eyes fluttering.

“Shit, sorry for waking you sweets,” he whispered. “Was gonna get ready for bed.”

“Want me to draw you a bath?” you asked.

“No it’s alright, you should go back to sleep,” he said, drawing the sheets back to your shoulders, but you insisted. Jake rolled his eyes but you pouted, come on I can’t go back to sleep easily anyway, you pleaded. After the back and forth he finally gave in.

You made sure the water was a bit hot, his preference, and used a clean-smelling bath bomb. You helped unbutton his white shirt and his tie, his eyes glued to you as you finished the task. Your fingers were cold when they touched his almost feverish skin, Jake shuddered from the contact.

Jake hopped onto the tub sinking into the soapy water. Sat behind the tub as you put shampoo on his hair. You massaged your fingers through his scalp over and over as suds foamed around your fingers. Jake’s eyes rolled back from the calming sensation of your fingers.

“How’s your night?” you asked.

“Tiring,” he said. “Barely any news regarding those disappearances.”

“I heard that the cops don’t have intel on it too,” you said as you scooped water to his hair. “Marc speculates it's those vampire gangs.”

Whenever the two of you talked it was always Steven who said this, Marc said that, never really just about the two of you. Jake knew it was about time he sparked a conversation that didn’t involve the other two—no offense.

“I love it when you use this shampoo on me,” he smiled.

“Why?” you furrowed your brows, he always asked you to use it on him but you had never asked why.

“Cause it smells like you.”

You chuckled under your breath. Jake, always flirting. You felt sad that you haven’t spent that much time lately, but maybe tonight you could have something for yourselves. You rinse his hair free of the suds, his curls clinging onto his forehead. He just lets you wash his hair, Jake took the moment of solemnity and closed his eyes to relax. He was surprised when you left a kiss on his cheek, your warm lips on his face.

You stand to grab a towel before he takes your wrist. He gestured for you to join him, fine, you said. Gently undressing, his eyes gazed all over your nakedness, taking in the sight. He guides you to the tub and the two of you lay down in the water, your back to his chest. His arms wrap around your torso, securing him to you. He places kisses all over your shoulders while his hand traces circles all over your belly.

“Thanks for the bath, sweets,” he whispered in between kisses.

“I figured we don’t usually spend much time with each other,” you said. “I wanted to spend some time with just us.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said.

You turned around to straddle his thighs. His hands guide your hips under the water. You bent down to kiss him on the lips, his wet curls sticking to your forehead, his mustache tickling your face. Your hands trace his smooth chest, down to his soft belly.

He sits up so your ass is on his sex, slowly hardening underneath your touch. Your hands wrap around his neck to gather some stability, your fingers peering through the hair on his nape. He leaves kisses all over your neck, sucking on the skin lightly. You feel yourself harden under his touch as well, his fingers forming a ring around your sex.

His cock hits the crease in between your ass, achingly hard. You shift your body so that your cocks are parallel to each other. You wrap both your hands around the hardness to form a tightness. You stroke your cocks, water splashing on your torsos.

Your cocks start to leak pre cum from the stroking, your lips glued to each other getting more languid by the second, the room filling with the sounds of moaning and water splashing. Jake’s back started to sore from the porcelain tub.

“I don’t think this tub is built for fucking,” he said. You chuckled in agreement. You two stand when he pulls you toward the shower. He pins you to the tiled wall, turning on the shower in the process. Hot water trickles down his back as he spits on his cock, lubing it in preparation. You turn around to present your hole to him, your hands pressed on the wall with your back arched for him.

He kneels to spit on your ass, tracing his wet fingers on the rim of your hole before he presses the digit inside you. He inserts another to stretch you, his cock was quite girthy so the preparations would help greatly. He stands up and lines his sex to your hole, slowly entering the member into you.

You feel the tightness envelop his girth as his hands clench on your waist, hot water sprinkling on your back before he thrusts forward. You cry from the pressure before he pulls back out and enters you again. His hips moved slowly at first, taking in the feeling of your warm walls on his aching cock.

“You’re so tight, sweets,” he groaned, pushing and pulling on your waist. He lets out curses and sounds of pleasure. He takes his hand to your cock, stroking it in the same rhythm as his hips. You cry out when he hits your sensitive spot, your knees weakening.

“Fuck you’re so good, Jake,” you moan, this arouses him more, quickening his pace. You let out moans from the sudden shift in pace, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes.

“You can take it, sweets, I know you can,” he coos.

He suddenly pulls out, and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. He turns you around to face him, he looks at you, cheeks flushed, and kisses your swollen lips. He takes your thighs and lords you up to the wall, your legs wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you again, your back rising and falling against the tiled wall.

“Jake—fuck,” you moaned. You take his face so he’s looking up at you, your thumb caressing his cheeks. You kiss him with saliva dripping down the side of your lip. You gasped from his fast pace, his head going to your neck placing hickeys.

“You’re so pretty, sweets,” he moans. His hips slap onto your skin. “So beautiful.”

His hips thrust faster even more, your eyes watering as you cry out. Your nails dig into the skin on his back as he fucks his fill into you. You’d think with the water you’d start to slip, but Jake’s hands on your thighs were gripping tight, steadily holding you as his cock drills into your hole.

“I’m—close,” you gasp.

Jake thrusts a few more, his hips hard-hitting your skin before his cum empties into your hole, his grunts filling the small space. You let out a cry before you cum too, shooting in between your bellies.

He puts you down gently, your legs like jelly. You two kiss as you begin to shower. You helped him lather the soap all over your bodies, he took extra care in cleaning up your behind. After you shower, you get ready for bed. Always taking time for your skincare routine in front of the vanity. Jake was doing his routine thanks to Steven, who made it a rule that skincare is a must no matter who is in control.

“I love you, sweets,” he said, smiling through the mirror. “Like a lot actually, I hope you don’t forget that whenever I’m busy.”

You stood up to hug his back, arms wrapped around his torso. “Of course, I love you too Jake,” you kiss his cheek. “A lot."

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Nascent | Miguel O’Hara x Male Reader

Fandom: Spider-verse

Genre: Fluff | Florist/Tattoo Artist AU

Paring: Florist!Miguel O’Hara x Tattoo Artist!Male Reader

Warnings: Needles

Word Count: 933

Requests are open

GIF From: geamering (tenor)

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Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexuals, or want all racists dead

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miguel just trying to be the dom in all his relationships until he meets you, he becomes a sobbing mess and his knees go weak just by the sight of you. 😩😩

I am back almost a month later with a new theme .. so sorry for keeping you waiting for this

(I hope it isn't too out of character but I will make Miguel cry a little, either way).

You knew Miguel had his eyes on you since you joined the society. It was hard not to notice when it was mutual.

When he finally approached you, you let him play his little game as he pressed you against the wall and nipped at your lip. You stayed silent whenever he froze in response to your hands on his body.

You let Miguel straddle your hips and watched him bounce on his fingers before pressing the head of your cock against his prepped hole. You knew his façade would slip soon — he couldn't even make eye contact with you.

Your hands fly to Miguel's waist when his legs look like they're about to give out. He pries your hands off of him and presses them beside your head, to the wall your back rests against. "N-no touching.." He stutters out through groans.

"You don't sound very confident." You hiss when Miguel's claws dig into your wrists. He doesn't respond verbally. He closes his eyes for a moment and slowly pushes himself back up, until the head of your cock is barely caught onto his rim. He drops down and groans when your cockhead presses against his prostate before gliding past, filling him up. He tries to repeat the process, and you watch him, "your thighs are shaking, Miguel."

Miguel slumps against you and loosens the grip he has on your wrists, "...I'm sorry."

You pull your hands free and grip his hair, pulling his head back, "I didn't catch that."

Miguel swallows and screws his eyes shut when you force him to make eye contact with you, "I'm sorry!"

"Are you? Look at me, Miguel." He finally looks at you and you find yourself smiling despite the faint sting of your wrists.

"Swear! I swear I'm sorry!" He spits out with his eyebrows knitted together. He really looks like he's about to cry.

You don't reply and push him until his back is against the floor. You pull your hips back and thrust forward, keeping your eyes trained on Miguel's. Your cock keeps hitting his battered prostate and Miguel can't keep himself from locking his legs around your waist when you wrap a hand around his cock. He cums almost immediately with a moan he tries to keep in by biting his lip. Your movements don't let up and Miguel doesn't know what to do with himself when you keep fisting his overstimulated cock.

He tucks his face into his elbow. You pause when you hear a sniffle.

"Are you crying?"

Miguel stiffens and he tilts his head back further, still hiding his face, "No.. No, I'm not," he says, but the warble in his voice gives him away.

#fanfic #fanfiction #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #x reader #x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader

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How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

A/N: This is just filth, as well as the Oscar Isaac obsession hitting me hard. Anyway, these are a bunch of Oscar Isaac characters and headcanons on how they like to be fucked, enjoy!! Characters in this list: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago García and Miguel O'Hara.

This is obviously nsfw.

Top male reader. Sub or dom depending on the character.

Steven Grant

Steven’s preferences depend on what you want, he’ll do anything you want.

He loves it when you go gentle on him, treating him like he’s made of glass, running your hands through his hair.

You two can last hours like this, indulging on each other’s bodies, biting at each other softly.

These sessions tend to also be filled with some soft laughter and many, many praises, it’s your way of letting Steven know how much you love him, how pretty you think he is…

He whimpers a lot, he’s still unused to the amount of love you give him during these moments and every kiss is electrifying.

It’s not unusual to end up with faint scratches on your back after a session like this, he always apologizes profusely the day after but you honestly love how you make your man feel so amazing that he digs his nails into your back.

His favorite position is the good old missionary, he just loves how he gets a close look at you.

Sometimes though, he wants it rough and you give it to him.

Here, he doesn’t whimper, instead he moans and sometimes even screams.

As for where he wants you to cum, inside him is the go to place, he feels completely yours when you do that and loves feeling it leak out of him.

Marc Spector

Marc is a bit of a different story, he’s more dominant over you.

He’d love edging you with his hole, he knows how much you want to cum and he doesn’t let you, he’s slightly sadistic.

You’re his best stress reliever, a service top is all Marc’s ever wanted.

He’d definitely call you a “good boy” while he rides you, if you’re lucky, he lets you hold his waist.

He looks you in the eyes a lot and very intensely, it's to assert further control on you.

His favorite position would be riding, it’s the way he can have control over you.

But sometimes, he just wants to be fucked hard just like Steven, to fuck every thought out of his pretty little head, only this time the scratches on your back are deeper, more noticeable and redder, which is still hot…

He’s not much for foreplay, he prefers to get right into the action, he’s stressed a lot of the time and only more anticipation for him doesn’t help at all, give the man some dick please.

He grunts a lot during sex, "Fuck yeah" he'd grunt while you pound deeply into him, knowing it's best not to stop.

He also likes sucking you off… which makes sense, considering he loves you cumming on his face while he looks at you with the most dominant and intense eyes.

Jake Lockley

The most feral, deranged and dominant out of all the moon boys by far.

It’s not unusual for Jake to tie you up and edge you for literal hours, surrendering to him as you fill his sadistic urges.

He gets off on your begging, the fact that your cock borderline aches.

Sometimes he doesn’t even cum, he just likes to see you weak.

Other times, all he wants to do is use you.

His favorite position is where he rides you and he bounces furiously up and down your cock, normally with tied hands, he likes to have you vulnerable.

He wants to ride you, cum first, then you cum inside him and he leaves.

However, a lot of the time when he gets up he kisses your temple and says “good boy” before he leaves, cum running down his legs.

It makes you feel so used, like a toy almost, and you can’t act like you don’t like it.

Poe Dameron

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

He knows everything that he has to do to break you, and so he can use you for his pleasure.

That cocky little grin of his… not even while getting fucked he doesn’t have it on him.

The way he’d throw his head back and he’d say “Ahh.. fuck yeah…” while riding you.

He’s a huge fan of riding you, but sometimes he lets you fuck yourself dumb with his ass in mating press, pumping load after load into the man.

He wants to hear your pretty whimpers, nothing turns on Poe more than his top whimpering.

He’d let you indulge yourself with his body, licking and sucking everywhere, he especially loves it when you play with his nipples while he rides you.

He uses the term “good boy” for you a lot during sex. He knows it can make you crazy and submit even further to him.

He just has such an effect on you that gets you craving him, and the craving gets so pent up you have no hope of dominating the man, considering you get so subby as soon as his walls wrap around your cock.

He’d want you to cum inside him, as a sign that he owns you, a subtle reminder that even if you’re the top in the relationship.. you’re his bitch.

Santiago García

He’s a huge switch, sex between you two is improvised, you decide who’s dominant when the time comes, normally you just fall into whatever role is natural in that specific time.

Unlike Marc, he’s all up for foreplay, he loves sex to last as long as humanly possible between you two.

He speaks Spanish if he's really needy for you, "Por favor.. por favor" and if he has an amazing orgasm, he'll scream "¡Te amo!" sometimes.

His weak spot is the scar on his neck, it’s the one spot that when you kiss makes him instantly yours.

It’s amazing for him, for some time, he can let go of everything haunting him and he can focus on just you and your dick in him.

He used to be very big on doggystyle but his knees have gotten worse with the years, so it’s only a rare occurrence, but he’s found a new muse: cuddlefucking.

His orgasms are always so strong when he’s with you, and he clenches so tightly around you.

When he decides to be dominant, he almost talks you through it and he gives you a look that makes you only more and more obedient with each thrust…

When he decides to be submissive, he has a similar air to Steven, it’s very touchy sex where you wrap your arms around him.

His neck is the best place to kiss while you fuck him, and the vibration of his whimpers on you just tops it off, you love making your man feel good.

The cuddling normally gets you too lazy to pull out, so you cum inside, however sometimes he likes to swallow your load.

Miguel O’Hara

(I know he’s not REALLY an Oscar Isaac character, but he’s voiced by him and Oscar seems to like him a lot so I guess he’s part of the gang now)

Poor little baby needs his stress to be pounded out of his pretty head.

He’s the biggest fan of rough sex, it’s rare you two have a soft session the whole time. But not like you mind, you love seeing him weak while you fuck him into oblivion.

Miguel’s prostate is extremely sensitive, which leads to him grunting loudly and screaming if you’re in private.

He’s submissive most of the time, having someone else have to take control is a stress reliever for him, but he can power bottom sometimes.

It’s not hard to make him go cock drunk, especially after heavy teasing. He just wants to be mercilessly pounded by you.

He’s very sensitive in his nipples too, he can cum from stimulation there alone…

His favorite position is mating press, you just overpower him so gracefully.

When he’s a power bottom, he rides you in reverse cowgirl, he knows how crazy you are for his ass and feeds into that.

He loves it when you cum inside him, he feels like he’s yours when you do that. Sometimes, he even plugs his ass so he can keep inside of him.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oscar isaac #x reader #x male reader #steven grant x male reader #marc spector x male reader #jake lockley x male reader #poe dameron x male reader #santiago garcia x male reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #marvel #star wars #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #mcu #atsv #triple frontier

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Triple Frontier Masterlist | Last Updated:

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#fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #triple frontier #frankie morales #santiago garcia

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Nascent | Miguel O’Hara x Male Reader

Fandom: Spider-verse

Genre: Fluff | Florist/Tattoo Artist AU

Paring: Florist!Miguel O’Hara x Tattoo Artist!Male Reader

Warnings: Needles

Word Count: 933

Requests are open

GIF From: geamering (tenor)

The streets of Nueva York seemed bustling even in the evening. The warm light streaming through the window provided peace of mind as you drew up new flash designs while listening to music.

As time went by, you naturally became increasingly tired and you already finished with your sessions for the day, so you told your coworkers that you're heading out early. While walking down the sidewalk, you noticed a flower shop just two buildings down from the tattoo parlor you worked at. They weren’t closed yet, so you decided to walk in and browse. The designs you drew were almost always of flowers or an ornate design that somehow incorporated flowers, which is why you took the opportunity to find some inspiration.

The inside of the building was adorned with a multitude of beautiful flower arrangements. You were captivated by all the different types of flowers and different pigments, but there was one arrangement that had you completely enamored. It was an arrangement that had a Blue Spider Lily as the main flower. “That one’s one of my favorites.” A deep voice spoke from across the room. You looked up at its owner to see a tall man with dark brown pushed-back hair, and gorgeous, deep brown eyes. “Oh, yeah, it’s a really pretty piece.” A flustered chuckle accented your response. “I appreciate it. I’m Miguel, by the way.” His tone was warm as he extended his hand. “(Y/n).” As you shook hands, you could feel the callouses that formed on Miguel’s hand, but he was still gentle with you.

The following interaction between you two seemed to flow almost effortlessly, with you eventually admitting that you are a tattoo artist and you were perusing for inspiration. You just couldn’t help how easy it was to talk to Miguel, hanging onto every word he spoke. He shared some arrangements with some of his favorite flowers, which coincidentally were also some of your favorites, only drawing you more into him.

After leaving, you made a mental note to visit the flower shop on your days off or whenever you could leave the tattoo parlor early, both for inspiration but now with an added motive of seeing Miguel.

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Weeks went by from when you first stopped by the flower shop, growing closer to Miguel with each visit. Seeing his smile always had its way of brightening your day, no matter how stressful it may have been. Miguel also made his efforts to connect with you by extending your conversations as long as he could, letting you stay a few minutes after closing to sketch, and even bringing you a mini bouquet when he stopped by the tattoo parlor.

One day, you were in the flower shop, with Miguel sketching another arrangement as the store was about to close when he made a lighthearted jab as you were drawing. “How many times have you come in here just to not order anything?” A small smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned against the counter with an eyebrow raised. You couldn’t deny the truth, as a breathy chuckle left your mouth. “Okay, how about this? I can give you a free tattoo to make up for it.” You knew Miguel didn’t mind your drawing and flower observing too much, but you still wanted to compensate somehow. The tattoo didn’t have to be an extravagant one, just something to show your gratitude. “Deal.” Miguel patted your shoulder with a smile on his face as he walked to the back of the store.

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The next evening, you took it upon yourself to close the tattoo parlor, letting your coworkers leave a little earlier and drawing up more designs to pass your alone time.

Around ten minutes before you closed the parlor was when Miguel walked in. Welcoming him, you let him settle into the tattoo bed while you gathered all of your materials. Once you were done, you transferred a flash design of a Spider Lily onto his shoulder and started your tattoo machine. The constant drone of the needle became background noise as you worked on Miguel’s arm. You could feel the finer details of his rather large shoulder under your gloves and the subtle warmth radiating from him. A faint heat crept onto your cheeks from the intimacy of the situation. Neither of you were uncomfortable, though. Miguel settled into your touch, stealing glances while you worked.

As a comfortable silence fell over you two, a question kept nagging at the back of Miguel’s mind. He’d grown fond of you over the past weeks and didn’t want to limit your interactions to whenever either of you were in each other’s shop. “Hey, can I ask you something?” Miguel felt vaguely nervous as he waited for your response. “Go for it.” You kept your focus on the tattoo while answering. “You’re a really great guy. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out one day?” A tentative sigh linked Miguel’s sentences to prepare himself for a “no”. You removed the needle from his skin and sat upright to look at him for a moment. You had no idea if he shared the same feelings you had for him, and yet here he was asking you on a date. However, there was no doubt in your mind that you liked Miguel. “I’d love to.” Your disbelief peaked through your words and was shown by the somewhat shocked look on your face. With that, small chuckles escaped both of you as you returned to your work on Miguel’s shoulder with fond smiles decorating your faces.

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A/N: Hey guys. So, first things first, I apologize if this fic isn’t that great. This is my first time writing for this AU (and really any AU in a long time) and I tried to keep Miguel as in character as possible, but I still think he’s an OOC. So overall, I’m sorry if this fic isn’t great, but in other news, I’m now writing for Triple Frontier so you can request fic for those characters. Also similar to my second blog, I’m opening a taglist, so if you want to be tagged in any future fics for any fandom, just send me an ask of a DM so I can add you.

That’s all for current updates, so as always, thank you for reading <3

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