Liquid Courage (Javier Peña x F!Reader Drabble)
t/w: drunk javi, sexual tension/sexual descriptions, needy/desperate javi
a/n: i got very drunk last night and wrote this, i hope you like it! any ideas for some drabbles send them to my asks and i might try to write them! thanks! sorry it’s not more, i was really drunk and kept losing myself while writing LOL
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You were quickly shaken from the peaceful slumber you had found yourself in. Work was definitely a bit of a handful, what with all of the files you needed to pull for anyone that asked. Yet, today seemed even more incessant than the others as you had to rush up and down and up down every staircase in the building. Your hands doing the best they could to hold each file as close to your body as you could, holding it tight against your chest as you kept running to and fro.
The knocking was loud. Incessant. You blinked away the sleep that held itself behind your eyes. Not even fully comprehending that you had fallen asleep on your couch as soon as you stepped in the door. Not even out of your shoes, as the black heels hung loosely off of your toes from the end of the couch.
But you did your best to kick them back onto your feet as you slowly rose from the dark black leather, rubbing your eyes as you gazed across to the clock that hung itself in your kitchen.
2:36 AM.
No matter what was on the other side of that door, it had to either be extremely important, or some sort of ace murderer.
Yet thank whoever is above for small favors as you did your best to clack over to your front door, peeking through your small peep hole to see an all too familiar face.
Javier Peña.
A long sigh pushed itself from your lips as you knew that not unlocking the door would result in more trouble tomorrow. Your hand gently moved to the deadbolt, clicking it undone and no sooner than you had opened the door did you feel the agents hands running along your hips and pulling you close.
No sooner than you had laid eyes on him, were his lips devouring yours. Pushing himself past the threshold of your front door as he gave a soft whine against your lips.
Absolutely unexpected.
Though, you could not say you were upset, feeling yourself melt against the agent slowly. Your hands moved to grip onto the leather of his jacket, pushing him back slightly, as the taste of whiskey on his lips was unmistakable.
"Mmn, Peña.." You whispered, feeling his lips crash against yours again, teeth clashing together as it was fueled by desperation.
You pushed back one more time, your eyes peering over his own. Half lidded and clouded in a haze you'd never seen before.
"You're drunk.." you whispered, questioning even yourself at the way you wanted to just taste him again. But, it just didn't feel completely right.
A whine.. A WHINE, escaped Javier's throat as he looked to you, his chocolate depths peering into b what felt like your core, "Not that drunk... Please..."
Peña's hands tightened on your hips as he rolled his own against you. The strain in his always too tight jeans evident as you felt him grind against your thigh.
How was this the same agent you saw so confident and snarky each and every day?
"Please..." He repeated, his hips still moving on their own, moving in a small rhythm as he continued to push his hardening length against the plush of your thighs.
"Need you.." He plead, pulling you in again, this time kissing along your jaw as he kicked the door closed behind him.
You wanted so desperately to give in. Every nerve ending in your body alight with a need for him.
"Mmn, I will.. If you take it slow and come down a bit first.." You had whispered against the shell of his ear, having to pull yourself back from his nips and bites along your soft jaw.
Another whine, this one frustrated and quiet as his fingers pushed tighter into the plush of your hips. Having found his way under the hem of your work shirt as he went.
"I promise.." You whispered, rutting your hips forward to meet his own. Giving him some acknowledgement of your own of how badly you wanted to let go of that control and just let him. Let him do as he wished to your body.
But, you couldn't. Not right now.
It was the beginnings of what was looking to be a long evening.
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LFRP - Evander Winsome
Perpetually trapped between a sense of idleness and reckless, impulsive abandon, Evander never met a bad idea he didn’t want to take out to dinner. He’s done his level best to leave a dark past behind, but he can’t help it if the air feels cooler and the light a little brighter when you’re standing in the shade. It used to be that every day broke with him begging the question “Just how bored do I wanna be?” Now, he can’t seem to catch a godsdamn break. That’s okay though, theft adventure keeps the ennui at bay.
THE BASICS –––
Name: Evander Winsome
Age: 27
Nameday: 12th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon
Race: Midlander Hyur
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good, though he’s not always convinced on the “Good” part.
Marital Status: “It’s complicated. I mean, it’s not complicated to me, but everyone else seems to think it is."
Server: Balmung
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––
Hair: Chestnut Brown; looks to be in perpetual need of a trim
Eyes: Amber
Height: 5′9
Build: Evander has a swimmer’s physique: Long, lean, broad-shouldered and tapering to a narrow waist. Given his lifestyle, he might have trouble maintaining that as he gets older, but for now he’s gifted with a metabolism that lets him get away with precious little intentional maintenance.
Common Accessories: Far too many flasks; ignition keys and controls for various vehicles and small automata; his drone, Valencia; his dumb hat; a gold pendant in the shape of a swan, its neck crooked long; lockpicks; a multitool or three.
PERSONAL –––
Profession: Evander will admit to being a courier, a searcher, a seeker, a finder or something along those lines. If you need something, he can track it down and get it from one place to another. He doesn’t think of himself as much of a fighter, but he’s growing more comfortable with bodyguard work. He’s also a picklock, a safecracker and a burglar, though he’s not as quick to advertise all that.
Hobbies: He loves being around people, and he loves indulging. As far as he’s concerned, drinking and eating count as hobbies. Left to his own devices, he’s a tinker, an avid reader (particularly of romance novels, particularly the works of Quill Quivers [@worldofquillquivers] and Summer Bellmayne [@thefreelanceangel]), and often fond of especially stupid wagers, though straightforward gambling doesn't interest him as much.
Languages: He’s only fluent in Eorzean Common but he knows a smattering of Old Elezen and loves picking up bits and pieces of whatever he can along the way.
Residence: His Goblet apartment is under near-constant renovation. He’s got a room he rents from his Free Company, but it’s barely furnished aside from an astonishing array of liquor bottles, shipping crates and a huge canopy bed.
Birthplace: Limsa Lominsa
Patron Deity: He’s always personally felt a call toward Nymeia and Byregot, but feels its his duty to venerate Oschon, for some reason. He doesn’t much like to talk about it.
RELATIONSHIPS –––
Spouse: “I thought we went over this?”
Children: “Gods, I hope not.”
Parents: “Never knew ‘em.”
Siblings: “My brother raised me. I wish he was still here. You’d have liked him.”
Other Relatives: “Nope. None that I know of. That whole ‘orphan’ thing, y’know?”
Pets: “I take care of a monstrous, wonderful little sheep named Doctor One and a surprisingly intelligent smallshell named Saint Barnabus, who seems to have recently taken on another crab named Klaus as a tenant. There’s also my little drone, Valencia. A lot of people might not count her, but I do.”
TRAITS –––
* Bold your character’s answer.
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––
Smoking Habit: Definitely not a habit. He might take something if offered, but he won’t seek it out on his own and he’s more likely to politely decline.
Drugs: Yes. Not anything and everything, and not all the time, but yes. Doors were made to be open, and that includes the doors of perception.
Alcohol: Evander doesn’t have a drinking problem except for when he can’t get a drink.
RP HOOKS –––
Contemptible Youth: Evander grew up amongst a gang of orphans in Limsa Lominsa. Were you a fellow Limsan wharf rat? Were you a criminal? Did you just spend a lot of time in the wrong parts of town? It’s been a while, but you might recognize him.
Easy Mark: Evander often finds it easier to fly under the radar and avoid notice. To this end, he often tries to exude an air of hapless gullibility. Feel free to try and rope him into some con or scheme!
Yeah, Okay: These are Evander’s words to live by. It’s not that he can’t say no, so much as he’s learned that “yes” is usually the more interesting answer. Catch him in the right mood, and he’s likely to go along with almost any hare-brained plan.
Old Habits Die Hard: A part of him yearns to live a good, decent, upright life. The problem is that part of him gets bored very quickly. Lately, he’s found himself increasingly likely to drawn to less-than-legal endeavors to keep himself occupied.
People Person: Whether it’s meeting someone new, getting to know an old friend better, or even making a new rival, frenemy or worse, he just loves people at the end of the day. Don’t be shy. You don’t need an excuse. Just come say hi!
CONTACT INFORMATION –––
It’s not too hard to get a hold of me through tumblr. I mean, you’re already here, aren’t you? Just shoot me a message!
If you see me in game, I love walk ups, drive-bys, tells, whatever! Please, by all means feel free to say something, whether you want to interact in character or just say hi! It almost always makes my day.
I have Discord and I usually really like RPing there, though I kind of like to get to chat a little through another venue first. I sometimes, very rarely, wander through one of the big Discord servers out there, and if you find me out in the wild you can feel free to say hi there, too.
Finally, I’m based in the US (CST, GMT-6) but work most weeknight evenings and spend much of my weekends doing TTRPG stuff. My work is often flexible that I can chat or RP, or even get in game from time to time, but it's not always a given. It might sound like I'm hard to get a hold of, but I'm almost always happy to have a chat. If you catch me in game, you should definitely come say hello!
Notes –––
You can find Evander’s carrd here.
If you want to read some of the stuff I’ve written, you can check my spotty participation in the FFXIVWrite 2020 challenge right here. my even spottier 2021 here, and my surprisingly decent 2022 over here.
I might have some alts here soon. You never know!
If you want to be bothered by my OOC blog, you'll find that over at @justlikethefish.
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