#javier peña drabble

[joelsgreys]

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

Javier Peña x DEA Agent Female Reader

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

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

*ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS AT THE END.

word count: 2.9k

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

12 Days of Pedro Masterlist

Javier Peña doesn’t do Christmas.

He especially doesn’t do Christmas in Bogotá.

He doesn’t see the point even acknowledging it.

There are more important things on his mind.

Capturing Pablo Escobar.

Dismantling the dangerous Medellín Cartel.

Living long enough to tell the fucking tale.

Those were his priorities while in Colombia.

Not decking the halls with boughs of holly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s a homemade what now?”

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

Amused, he’d raised an eyebrow at her.

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

Sighing, Connie rolled her eyes at him once more.

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

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

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

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

Because he’s doing this for you.

Because he knows you love Christmas.

Because he knows you’ve been feeling homesick.

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

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

Laughing, Javier leaned forward on his stool.

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

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

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

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

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

The unmistakable sadness in your eyes.

You were tough as fucking nails.

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

But Javier knew your family was your weakness.

His weakness?

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

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

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

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

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

“Yo hablaré con Messina, cariño.”

“No hay caso para eso, Javier.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He squints, taking a better look at the ornament.

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

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

“Who?” he’d asked, stupidly.

“Clara. You know, from The Nutcracker?”

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

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

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

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

Lip rolling between his teeth, he stifles a laugh.

You must have seen his Wrangler parked outside.

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

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

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

You approach him, your hands curled into fists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Javi continues to hold out his hand and waits.

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

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

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

“Cierra tus ojos.”

“Javier, I don’t want—”

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

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

And not just because it’s a job requirement.

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

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

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

Your own startled gasp cuts you off mid sentence.

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

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

His surprise had left you speechless.

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

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

“Do you like it?” he asks, softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nervously, his throat bobs. “Yeah?”

“Why did you do this for me?”

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

“But why?”

You know why.

But you need to hear him say it.

You need to hear it from his own mouth.

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

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

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

Your hand curls around his red plaid flannel.

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

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

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

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

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

Javier’s chuckles softly.

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

He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Javi, what the hell are you—?”

He grins, holding the mistletoe above your heads.

“Connie said this might come in handy.”

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

“Ven aqui, Peña.”

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

He tastes like yours.

And he feels like home.

diver credit to @saradika-graphics ❤️

Translations

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

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

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

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

Cierra tus ojos. - Close your eyes.

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

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

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

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

Ven aqui, Peña. - Come here, Peña.

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[creedslove]

LONGING ✨

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: His longing for you is going to be the death of him, especially if he thinks he isn't good enough

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of paid sex

A/N: it's been a long time since I managed to write something more than a headcanon, but you know, it feels I'm back, modestly and Pedro Pascal and his smooth clean shaven plus mustache face is to blame for my return, it has awakened something in me

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Javier was embarrassed, ashamed and mortified. He didn't want to do that, to ask you that, but at the same time he really did. More than that, he was desperate, he needed to ask and to know your answer. When he stepped inside your apartment earlier, all he could think of was standing by your side and taking care of you, while you went through another one of your dreadful migraine episodes. At first he was really torn between showing up or not, worried that would make him look like a sick lovey puppy, but at the same time, it was exactly what he was and even if he couldn't be with you in that way, he still wanted to be a part of it and enjoy some time with you, allowing himself to pretend there was something more than just the bond you two shared over a total unexpected friendship that grew between you both. He liked spending time with you overall, more so when you were alright, excited and willing to have a drink, go out, dance or just act as the only ray of sunshine that truly mattered in his life; but there was something about just standing silently next to you, making you a cup of tea and playing with your strands of hair very gently it made him come running to you every single time he sensed you weren't doing that well.

No matter if the lights were dimmed, if the TV was low and you were lying on the couch, your head on his lap as his fingers ran through your hair and he could just enjoy how cozy everything around him was. He still had a question, a doubt hammering his chest and it made him uneasy, needing to let it go and just get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

“Cariño…” Javi's voice was soft as you opened your eyes at his calling, it always made you flutter to be addressed like that by him “...can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, Javi…”

“I-I like this woman… I don't know how to approach her, and what should I do?”

There he said it. It was out in the open, his pathetic question aimed at you with a slightly shaken voice, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he felt himself back in the seventh grade. He needed to know, he needed to open up and tell you you were that woman, he needed to see if he had any chance with you, but then, he couldn't bring himself into doing it, it was paralyzing, because it wasn't just lust, or a silly crush, it was more than that, it was craving, passion, love.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh softly, not sure where that joke was coming from. Why was Javier talking like an inexperienced schoolboy was a mystery to you, so raising your head from his lap and sitting straight up on the couch, staring at him with a confused frown, you could see there was no laughter, not even a smirk, he was completely serious about his question and you felt unsure what to say.

“Oh.. you mean that?! I'm sorry..” you chuckled a little embarrassed and licked your lips thinking of what to say next, being honest was always the best and the go to option between the two of you “well, Javi that's surprising, I mean, you are Javier Peña, women like you, not the other way around you know what I mean? You can get any girl you want, so this one just made you lost?”

Javi took a deep breath and ran his hand through his jaw, looking at you and nodding, making it so obvious his discomfort.

“Yeah…” his hand traveled through his hair still shyly “I just like her, for real… thought it wouldn't happen to me, the idea of, you know, being in love seemed so distant. I don't know what to do”

“Is this like Lorraine?”

Javi chuckled at that; the only love reference you ever got from him was a woman he left at the altar when he wasn't much more than a teenager. He was a mess, not being able to develop a single meaningful relationship in his life and suddenly aiming for it with you, while you weren't even aware of that. Shaking his head, he looked into your eyes

“No, Lorraine was different… I liked her, but I didn't love her. I was also younger, immature and a real dick, but that was long ago and she forgave me and found a decent man to build a family with. This is different now, I don't know what to do, what to say, I feel I'm not enough…”

“Well Javi…”

“All I'm saying is that I feel I'm not worthy, you know? What could I do so she would see I'm real..”

“You can always stop the whoring, Javi”

You shrugged and smiled, sort of joking at the same time he tilted his head and watched you attentively, he wasn't expecting that answer but now he got it, he was intrigued.

“What I mean is that if you want to show this girl you like her, you gotta stop going after any women, no prostitutes, that kind of stuff. You see, if it were me for example, it would be a deal breaker, I wouldn't want to be with a man who does that. No offense Javi, you are a great guy, but in a romantic sense I guess no woman would be okay with knowing their boyfriend is well-known all over the whorehouses in Bogota… it would be embarrassing, humiliating even, to know whenever you get into a place with your boyfriend everyone knows he's been sleeping around”

Javier went silent. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he stared into your eyes. That's what you thought of him; he knew you didn't mean to offend him, you knew you didn't judge him for his ways of life, as long as you remained in the friendship area. It was as clear as the sky you would never be involved with him. He couldn't even blame you for it, only himself for ever thinking he could have a shot with you. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't necessarily offended, he was simply disappointed in himself and his unrealistic expectations, he was heartbroken because he had ruined everything before he could even start it.

“Y-you think she wouldn't be with me because of that?”

You noticed how upset Javi seemed and you immediately regretted the words you'd said. You were so used to being honest and straightforward towards him, it didn't even occur to you your words could hurt him. Words never seemed to hurt Javier Peña in the first place, so why was that so different? It didn't make any sense to you, sighing you looked into his beautiful sad eyes once more.

“I don't know her, Javi… maybe this isn't a big deal for her, all I'm saying is that if it were me, I wouldn't be okay with it, I guess, but you're a wonderful man, no matter what and if she's worthy of you, she'll love and accept you no matter what”

“You think I'm disgusting?”

His words broke your heart, you could never think that of him, he was your Javi, and even if you didn't agree with his way of living, you cared about him. Placing your hands on his cheek and caressing them gently.

“Of course not, Javi… I am just jealous I guess, I wouldn't want that many women around my man, and I think you deserve so much better than that. You are handsome, sweet, intelligent, you shouldn't have to pay for that, you should be able to have a family…”

You said sweetly and Javi gave you a sweet, sad smile, you didn't know if he agreed or not, but he held your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. He'd always been so gentle with you, he was often much better than you deserved it. Whoever that girl was, she was damn lucky.

“Do you mean that, cariño?”

“Yes, amor…”

Javi's heart raced as you called him that. Amor. Love. Could it possibly be it? Perhaps he did have a chance?

“You know Javi, the embassy ball is coming, maybe you should invite your girl to come with you” you suggested and he chuckled, it was his turn to place his hands on your cheeks, always dwarfing them with how big he was compared to you. Javi still wondered if you were playing hard to get or if you really hadn't realized you were his girl.

“You're right cariño, but I could invite anyone in the world, and none of them would be as beautiful as you are”

He loved you, his heart ached from the longing he felt, he didn't know if he had a chance with you, sometimes he thought so, and sometimes he was sure you were way out of his league, but one thing he knew for sure: he'd love you for the rest of his life no matter what.

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[lokischocolatefountain]

Sundress

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yours.”

“Mhmm?”

“Mhmm.”

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

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

“Rude!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Around all the posters of half naked women?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or not.

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

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

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

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

“Worth it for this pussy.”

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

Life was good.

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Series Masterlist

#pedro pascal #narcos fic #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier pena narcos #javier pena smut #javier peña x you #javier peña fic #javier peña fluff #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña drabble #javier peña x ofc #javier peña x y/n #javier pena imagine #javier pena fic #javier pena x reader #javi peña #all that i've inflicted on the world

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

CONGRATS 🌟🌟🌟

Don't go on that date for Javier Peña?

Jealousy, Jealousy.

2. "Don't go on that date."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. this is entirely inspired by the fact that i am obsessed with javi's nose. that's all.

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 604

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Javier rolls sideways and lands on his back next to you. The both of you are drenched in sweat, chests heaving, sheets are strewn around you, legs tangled together.

You catch your breath and sit up, shuffling to the edge of the bed. Just as you go to stand up, he grabs your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"We don't do sleepovers, Javi."

"I know that. But you usually at least lie here for like 5 minutes."

"You going soft on me, Peña?"

"Quite the opposite, actually," he winks.

You scoff and stand up, ignoring the way you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your body.

"If you must know, I have a date."

Javier is stunned into silence.

"I've just fucked you within an inch of your life, and you're going on a date?"

Now you're stunned into silence.

"Javi... I'm allowed to date. We agreed that this... thing was casual. You suggested the whole 'no strings attached' idea."

"Forgive me if I don't like the thought of you going to see some guy with my cum dripping down your thighs."

You wince at his crudeness, but it also weirdly turns you on. He rarely gets possessive with you, but when he does, it's a sight to behold.

"Hermosa," he drawls, low and sultry. He's still got a hold of your wrist, and he tugs you back towards him.

"Javi," you half plead, half whine.

"Don't go on that date."

"Javi-"

"Sit on my face instead."

"Javi."

"That's my name, cariño."

The arrogance is rolling off him in waves, confronting and unavoidable. His cockiness is almost suffocating you. It certainly doesn't help the ache between your legs.

"I can't cancel on him, Javi. He's a nice guy. He's actually looking to date, for a relationship - not whatever this is."

Instead of protesting, Javier just laughs.

"What is so fucking funny?"

"It's just sweet that you think anyone could make you come the way I do."

You roll your eyes at him, and beg yourself to wriggle loose from his grip before he breaks down your barriers.

"Well, I won't know until I try."

Javi doesn't like that. He pulls you closer, grabbing at your hips so you're straddling him. He rocks you back and forth over his hardening cock, making you whine.

"Don't go on that date," he whispers against your lips. "Stay here, and I'll let you ride my face the way I know you like."

How can you say no to an offer like that?

"You better make me come so hard I see stars, Javier Peña."

"Always do," he winks.

In one swift motion, he lies down and pulls you up his body. You're hovering over his face when he pulls you down, grabbing fistfuls of your ass.

That man knows how to play you like a fiddle. Within mere minutes, he's got you writhing and moaning, tongue lapping at you like he's starved. Your clit drags along the gorgeous curve of his nose, hitting it just right. He wasn't wrong. No one can make you come the way he can.

He groans against you, and the vibrations send you over the edge. You're gripping his hair, rocking your hips back and forth with reckless abandon. He loves when you get needy like this.

"Fuck, I love when you use me," he rasps when you lift your hips slightly. "Good fucking girl."

You go to roll off of him, but he pulls you back.

"You didn't think I was going to make you cancel your date for just one orgasm, did you, hermosa?"

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[glossgojo]

javi fucking a cartel don’s daughter, telling himself it’s to gain intel but really it’s the way you scream his name and suck him in like he’s the only man who’s ever existed.

he’s addicted to you, he comes crawling back to you whenever he gets a moment of peace. you’re not like his other escapades. you’re kind and warm and good and he tells himself you’re just part of the system, you’ll fuck him over one day, but he can’t think about that when he’s burying himself in the warmth of your cunt or coating your tongue. or when you’re tearing up from feeling so good and javier has to stop himself from asking you to be his, so he holds onto whatever he was feeling.

and javi knew exactly what it was, he knew he’d spent far too many nights between your legs, getting off just by your taste and voice, to warrant any casual feelings but he would deal with that later. right now he would enjoy making you feel like you reached god.

a/n: the urge to make a one-shot about cartel don’s daughter!reader and javier …lemme know what y’all think

#javier pena #javier peña #javier pena imagine #javier peña drabble #javier peña x y/n #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #narcos javier #except i only watched like two episodes #pls dont hate me #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader

[inkdrinkerworld]

rattled - javier peña

cw: smut, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, edging, kinda mean!javi, 18+ONLLY MDNI

If Javi didn’t want to be pissed off, he shouldn’t have made it so easy for you to do so.

Even before you were together, Javi got riled when it came to you at the drop of a hat.

An agent spoke with you and put his hand on your arm? Javi was seeing red.

You having to flirt with some of the narcotraficantes you were trying to catch? Javi was almost blue in the face as Murphy held him back from rushing in.

It was too easy and you had fun pissing him off.

Now that you were together, if you only said, “Peña” rather than, “Papí” or “Javi” if you were at work, Javier was pissed and on edge all day.

So this morning, when he woke up already stressed- just like the rest of you were- you figured why not poke around him just enough that he finds a way to relieve stress in ways you both enjoyed.

It started with leaving just barely any coffee in the pot at home.

“Amor, de verdad?” you shrug, as you finish off yours and pass him the empty cup.

“Use my mug.”

You took the last cold water from the fridge and didn’t even drink it, no. You used it to cool the back of your neck after a raid gone wrong.

“Baby, you’re pushing your luck now.”

Then, you’d chosen midday to put on a skirt, the Colombian summer heat finally getting to you.

“Javier Peña, stop looking at me like a gazelle.”

The skirt was made of a light cotton, one that Javi had picked out when you had just started dating. The moment he saw you in it he was on to you- but he let you play your game.

He only shakes his head, a look that’s easy enough for you to decipher on his face.

You’re talking to Murphy when he interrupts and makes a quiet comment about bending you over and to fuck with him you murmur,

“Javier, escuchame. Cállate, por favor.”

Your tone is playful but there’s a seriousness to it that makes Javi lean into you.

His lips brushing your ear, breath warm as it hits the back of your neck making you shiver.

It’s almost like Steve disappears in thin air because he’s not there when Javier whispers in your ear.

“Amor,” his hand holds the small of your back and you can’t help but lean into him. “Cuidate, you’ll get yourself in trouble with that mouth.”

The words fly out of you with ease, “Who am I gonna be in trouble with Peña?”

He shakes his head and leans in to whisper, “Yo amor, con yo.”

He shouldn’t have said a thing because for the rest of the day, you ramp up how much you tease him.

By the end of the day, Javier is hard, tired and pissed off to the extreme with you.

You’re having a cup of coffee at your desk when he comes from the bathroom, eyes dark with lust as he spots your crossed legs and red heels.

“Amor, baño ahora.”

“Qué?” You know exactly why he wants you in there, but what’s a few more buttons to push?

He stoops down, knees bent and hands holding onto your thigh, “Bathroom now, baby. Don’t make me say it again.”

Javier really knows exactly what to say to bring out the best in you.

“De qué, papí? De qué.”

You’re lucky Murphy isn’t in the ‘office’ when Javier slams your cup on the desk and all but hauls you off to the bathroom.

“De qué, amorcita?” Javi flicks the lock with ease, pressing your body against the door in one motion. “You spent all day being a little fucking brat. You know that?”

You grin, red lips spreading into a smirk that Javier wants to ruin so bad.

“A brat, Javi?” you play with the collar of his shirt and he chuckles at the way your eyes widen and shine innocently.

“Yeah baby, a brat. But, good news for you, I know how to take care of brats.”

If Javi was going to take easy on you then, you spoiled it when you asked,

“Promise?”

Javi doesn’t waste time, your pants are pulled down and he groans, forehead touching your belly when he sees your red underwear.

“Baby,” you don’t get much more softness from him after that, and a kiss to your stomach before he rips your panties away.

“Hola, bonita.” he whispers before brushing his nose against your clit, making you gasp.

Javier should be giving out lessons to men on how to eat pussy.

There’s something incredibly intimate and carnal about the way he does it. His hands push your thighs apart, hooking one on his shoulder and pressing the other into the door.

His mouth kisses, licks and sucks at your core, your whines only encouraging him further.

“Javi,” you cry when his lips wrap around your clit. He’s unrelenting in his ministrations and when his fingers prod at your entrance before sinking into you, you swear your soul transcends.

It’s something special to have Javi play with your body like this. To have him know every single one of your spots that gets your eyes rolled back and your head swimming with thoughts of just him as he guides you to an orgasm.

It crests quickly as Javi hits that one spot and you have to bite on your fist to muffle the scream that threatens to climb from your throat but it never comes.

Neither do you.

Javier pulls away at the very last second and you whine, trying to force his head back onto you until he bites at your thigh.

“No amor, ha iniciado esto.”

God you’ve never wanted to stomp your foot more than now.

You’re about to when he slaps your cunt making you gasp.

“Para, quiero a mi niña buena.” he says it so softly you would think he isn’t punishing you, but then his fingers slip back into you and crook at just the right angle to have your response dying on your lips.

“Javier Peña, por favor.”

He chuckles at how desperate you sound.

“No.” He says, eyes trained to your face as he fingers you to the brink of another orgasm that gets ripped away.

Your eyebrow and upper lip is pebbled with sweat and as you watch Javi on his knees in front of you, you wonder if you can plead your way out of any more of this torture.

Javier knows you though, and he stands up pulling his pants to his ankles.

“Turn around,” you can have an out here you realise. As Javi waits for you to follow instruction, but you also know if you push just a little more; you’ll get what you both want.

“Do it yourself, Peña.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs your arm, “You can never just do what you’re told can you?”

He turns you around, hand on the back of your head as he presses your face into the door.

“Where’s the fun in that Javi? You remember what that is, sí?”

Javi doesn’t spare you at all, he kicks your legs apart and lines up with your entrance.

“We’ll see how much fun you’re having in a minute, muñeca.”

Your nails scratch at the door as Javi fucks into. He’s so big that the breath you suck in is stuck in your throat.

When he thrusts again he has to use his other hand to cover your mouth.

Your whines are loud even muffled by his hand but that’s not for lack of trying to be quiet. Javi just knows how to fuck you and he’s taking advantage of that fact.

“Baby, callate.” you don’t have to see to know that your boyfriend is smirking as he fucks you.

“Javi,” it’s garbled and muffled against his palm but he hears you clearly.

“Sí mi amor?” you can’t say what it is you want to because his thrusts turn wicked and brush against that spongy part of you that sends your brain fuzzy. “¿Qué necesitas?”

He’s mocking you, you know it but you can’t fight him when he fucks you like this. Like his life depends on it. Like he’s an addict and you’re the fix.

“¿Te gusta cuando te follo así? ¿Cuándo llegó a este punto?”

You feel your knees tremble as he shifts the angle of his hips to continuously hit your cervix.

Your brain is muddled with the sound of him fucking into you and everything he’s whispering in your ear.

“Javi,” you sob into his palm as his hand moves from the back of your head to your clit. “I’m close.” you beg but Javi has other plans.

“No amor,” he pulls out just before you come again and watches rather proudly as your thighs shake. “Querías ser un mocoso, muñeca. Esto es lo que les sucede a los mocosos, ¿o lo olvidaste?”

He waits till your thighs stop shaking to turn you around. Javi hooks one of your legs around his waist as he lines up with you.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, and show me my good girl, I’ll let you come this time.”

You nod as he pushes back into you, hands clawing at his shoulders. “Javi please,” you whine leaning in to kiss him. “Bésame.”

He shakes his head, “No,” he covers your mouth with his palm for a second time as he fucks into you hard and fast.

You’re sure if he was wearing a thinner shirt there’d be half crescent nail marks in his shoulder where your fingernails are digging into him.

“Eso es amor,” he coos as he watches your pussy suck his cock back into you with every thrust. “You’re remembering.” he teases but you don’t care.

Not when your orgasm is hanging in the balance.

“You close baby?”

He is too, his thrusts are sloppy and you can see his thighs shake a little.

“Sí Javi,” you moan, his hand wrapping around your neck as he pulls you away from the door to fuck your harder. “Fuck fuck! Javi right there.” you cry, holding onto the hand on your neck.

“You gonna be a brat again?” he asks, and you shake your head, trying your hardest not to come before he gives you permission.

“Am I gonna get my good girl after this?” you nod, gasping as it becomes harder and harder to withhold your orgasm.

“Come.” he commands and your body listens, a silent scream as Javi chokes you a little harder.

His orgasm isn’t far behind and as he pumps you full, he buries his face in your neck. His teeth nip and bite at the skin on your neck, hiding his groans from anyone else till he’s spent.

“Bésame.” You breathe harshly and he laughs, tipping your chin up with his thumb before brushing his nose against yours.

“That how you ask?”

“Bésame por favor por el amor de dios Javier Peña.”

He laughs even more before pressing his lips against yours and even though sex is something special with him- the kiss feels like more.

It’s soft and sweet and a little messy but that’s Javi.

“Mejor?” he asks and you nod, setting your shaky legs down.

“Gracias papí.” you laugh as he shows you your tattered underwear. “Javi, this is denim.”

He smacks your ass before pulling up your jeans for you.

“Should’ve been my good girl from the jump.” he kisses your belly before buttoning your jeans. “It’s like a fucking second skin.” he groans and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Feeling better?” he asks and you nod, hooking your arms behind his neck.

“Are you?” Javier nods, kissing you one last time.

“You’re always what I need muñeca, siempre.” He watches you fix your hair in the mirror, already preparing for some kind of quip or smartass comment from you when you smirk at him.

“Need me again when we get outta here.”

He smacks your ass as you walk out, not really caring if anyone sees.

#javierpena #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #javier pena x black!reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña drabble #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña x black!reader #javier peña smut #javier peña x yn #javier peña imagine #javier peña one shot #javier peña x you #javier peña blurb #javier peña

[dovedewdrop]

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

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

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

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

#felt very odd to not write this in second person🥴 #guess who’s watching narcos again for the 600th time #*points at self*😊 #could cry just think about him #the stubble on his jaw and his neck poking out of his shirt and him #pedro pascal🤎 #narcos #javier peña #javier peña drabble #javier peña x reader #javier peña fluff

[littlepadika]

🛏 and Javi P please 🙂🥹

🛌- Sleep headcanon + Javier Peña

he snores. not loudly. just enough that you can hear him breathing and it's soothing. when he's not there it feels wrong not to have that soft sound in your ear.

when you bring up his snoring in a teasing way he denies it. he grumbles someting under his breath like "allergies... big nose..." but later grins and snorts loudly to tease you.

"Javi!" You squeal, squirming out of his hold but not before he plants a wet kiss on your cheek.

"nevermind that you talk in your sleep, bebita."

"I do not!"

#javier peña drabble #ask padika #anon #ask game 👉🏼👈🏼

[jpbpxma]

hush;

content warnings/tags: nsfw, contains smut, exhibition kink, sex at a movie theatre, javier peña x reader.

"Stop it, there's people here," Javier whispers, voice stern and eyes serious as he looks at you. "Stop what? " You whisper back innocently while repeating the action, making him grab your wrist. A shaky breath escapes him when you cup your palm around his already semi hard cock. His reaction makes you more confident as you rub his erection over his jeans and Javier reacts right away, twitching under your palm and letting out a deep groan. Luckily there weren't many people out today to watch the reshowing of some random crime thriller movie.

"Baby, seriously, I don't want to get kicked out," Javier nearly grinds out, trying to keep his voice steady. You pout and mutter under your breath about how you were in the back of the theatre and nowhere near anyone else, anyways. Crossing your arms over your chest, you return your attention back to the movie refusing to further acknowledge Javier’s presence. You hear him chuckle, but turns back to concentrate on the movie. Eventually you find yourself getting sucked into the movie, as well, until you feel his hand, that was resting on your knee, move up slowly.

Still annoyed with his prior rejection, you ignore him with a huff. Despite this, when his hand moves up under your skirt so it's in between your upper thighs, you find yourself parting your legs involuntarily. "You are so cute, you know that? Part of why I can't resist you," Javier whispers lowly into your ear while nibbling on it. Tracing slowly along your slit over you panties and he lets out a quiet 'Oh? ' upon discovering your dampness. You hold yourself back from whining but your body betrays you when you buck your hips just to chase any amount of friction.

He turns his body completely towards you now, movie long forgotten, sliding his fingers over your clit. You tremble at the contact, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. "Please," you let out so quietly, he wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't inches away from your face. Without warning, Javier pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, stroking the velvet walls by curling his fingers. Your mouth hangs open, captured in a silent moan as he begins thrusting languidly inside.

You're so focused at the feeling of his fingers, with your head thrown back and your eyes closed, that your moans start to get louder without you realizing. Javier takes his fingers out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You open your eyes to protest when you see a few heads turned around looking at your direction to see what the disturbance is. Feeling your face warm up, you sink lower in your seat. Javier just looks over at you amused, "See, you have to be quiet, mi amor, otherwise this isn't going to work."

Once everyone's back focused on the movie, Javier turns to you and spreads your legs again but sinks three of his fingers inside this time. Luckily the actress starts screaming in fear loudly at the same time because you couldn't help but let out a long, drawn out moan. His pace is brutal as he slams his fingers repeatedly into your dripping pussy as you hope no one could hear the wet sounds it was making. He uses the upper part of his palm to press circles on your clit and with each passing second, your thighs shake harder in an effort to keep yourself upright.

"I'm gonna- fuck! " You mewl silently, grabbing onto his shirt as you come completely undone. The orgasm leaves you breathless, wave after wave threatening to knock you over while he prolongs the pleasure. Your mind is hazy with lust that makes it impossible to keep your eyes open. You're still trembling as Javier kisses you on the cheek, putting a piece of hair behind your ear. "Satisfied? " he murmurs, as he moves to wipe his fingers on a stray napkin but decides to just put his fingers in his mouth and suck them clean himself. "Not... yet," you reply, breathlessly - further turned on by his actions.

You get up slightly to slide over the arm rest and sit down on his lap, pressing your ass to grind against his now fully hard erection. Javier jerks forward with a sharp intake of breath but catches on right away; he lifts you up gently to take his cock out of the zipper of his jeans. "Oh, someone's eager now," you whisper smugly. "It's actually kind of hot," he whispers back, surprising himself. You pfft but continue to hover over his lap, holding onto the arm rests as he strokes his length a few times, angles the head on your entrance, pushing your panties to the side and pulling you down so you sink down onto his cock slowly.

You shudder, knees crossing together as he groans deeply behind you, "Fuuuck, you feel so fucking good." He's sweet enough to wait until you're well adjusted to not move but you're beyond turned on at this point, especially knowing you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. You moan mutedly as you fuck yourself onto his cock. Javier understood quickly and he started pounding himself up into you with increased tempo, his hips slapping against your ass. Thankfully, the movie was at its climax and loud enough to tune out the sinful sounds.

You're both so into it, you end up meeting halfway as you move down on his cock and he thrusts up into you. "Shit, ah- harder, Javi," you whimper, your moans getting loud again. He reaches his arms around you, one to clap over your mouth and one to grip one of your breasts, so he can hit deeper inside you. You're so out of it, lost in your own pleasure that you're barely moving now, Javier doing all the work as he easily bounces you up and down with the grip he has on you.

"Mmmh," your cry muffled as your body jolts when the head of his cock brushes against your g-spot. Javier knows you well enough by now to know when he's hit the right spot, he groans breathily as he increases his speed, deliberately angling his strokes to abuse the spot. It isn't long before you feel your body vibrating from an impending orgasm, the coil in your stomach tightening as your head begins to swim with pleasure. Javier’s hand that grips your breast snakes down to play with your clit, swiping in tandem with his thrusts.

You didn't have time to warn him when the second orgasm crashes over you, your loud moans muffled by his hand as you fall back into his chest, your eyes screwed shut and teeth gritted. The sensation of you clenching around him was enough to send him into his own orgasm with a last roll of his hips and he comes with a deep groan of your name, chest flush against your back, his hips stuttering to a complete stop. 

The movie continues to play, nearing the end of the climax. You're both breathing heavily, his arms around your waist as the back of your head lies on his shoulder. When you finally come down from your high, you fix your clothes and slide back to your own seat, not failing to notice the couple three rows down and in the corner smirking at the two of you. "Hey, at least we gave them a good show," Javier whispers to you with a wink.

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[creedslove]

been on a javier peña binge and your joel boy dad drabble made my mind think...

javier peña being a boy dad? 🥺🥺🥺

Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: this is too precious my darling, thank you for this lovely request ❤️

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Javier never saw himself as a father, he assumed it would happen eventually as it seemed to happen to everyone, although he never really thought he had the slightest talent for it. Looking back at his childhood memories and his own relationship with his father, he didn't know if he actually had in him to have a decent role in fatherhood. When you broke the news to him, that you were carrying his baby, Javi had to sit down and take a huge breath. Life was simpler at that time, you and him were about to get married, living a quiet and easy life in Laredo, away from the dangerous streets of Colombia and drug cartels. And yet, he felt more challenged than never. He was used to dealing with bad guys and crime, he had been trained for that, however, he hadn't been trained to handle little babies, diaper changes or preparing formula. And suddenly, the man who would never shy away from Pablo Escobar, was terrified of a baby.

He wouldn't run away from his responsibility at all, Javier wasn't like that, he was a good soon-to-be husband and followed you to every single one of your appointments, he made sure to remodel the baby room as best as you wanted him to. When you both picked a name Gabriel, but eventually only called him Gabe in a short and sweet way, Javi was still getting used to the idea, to know he was having a boy, it both amused and scared him. On one hand, he knew exactly what he never wanted to do to his son, taking in the shaky relationship he had with Chucho, but he also knew exactly things he didn't want to see Gabe doing, because he had done it before and just now that he was about to become a dad, he realized how painful it was to his own.

Javi would rest his head on your stomach every single night, sighing happily as he talked to his sweet little Gabe, telling him the wonderful things he would meet in the world in a little while. Javier had seen the worst, so he wanted nothing but to see his son meeting the best things he could. He loved that little thing more than he ever thought it would be possible, and he couldn't wait to see his little face.

When Gabe was born, Javi was the happiest he'd ever felt, of course things were challenging and scary, but overall, he was enjoying fatherhood much more than he thought he would.

The years passed by fast and his little Gabe was three now. He was adorable, looking a lot like you, same beautiful smile, and hair, getting only the brown eyes from his daddy, which was your doom as you couldn't handle Javi's puppy eyes, let alone your son's.

Gabe and his dad, shared a special bond, as the little boy grew more and more into a ranch boy just like Javier was at his age, he would wait by the fence every single afternoon just to see his daddy arrive, Javier would pick him up and they would go pet the horses, because Gabe loved them, but they were still big and scary for him to go alone. Javi loved that kind of welcome home tradition, the only times his boy hadn't welcomed him were the ones he was sick, so it filled him with happiness to get home and see him by the fence. The moment he saw his daddy's truck, he clapped excitedly and rushed to Javi as soon as he was out of the car

"Daddy!!!!" He squealed at the top of his little lungs and smiled big as he was lifted up. He wrapped his arms around Javier's neck and snuggled him

"Let's play horses, daddy!" He tilted his head adorably and Javi agreed, taking his boy to the stables. He would never be able to say no to his son, he loved him, just as Gabe loved him. You had given Javier Peña a perfect family and he wanted to show you his gratitude every single day for the rest of his life, because now, it was definitely worth living.

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A/N: I want to give Javi a beautiful family too 🥺

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[lokischocolatefountain]

Sickness and Health

A married!Javi Drabble based on this request

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Rating: All fluff except for a few inappropriate words

A/N: I had to use this gif because I couldn’t think of anything for sick Javi. Just imagine he’s wiping his snot instead of his sweat (you’re welcome for the new mental association I’ve created)🤪. I got this request a month ago and I’m writing it only now 🙈 Sorry anon requester, but I hope you see this and like it 💜

I’ll be fine, he said. It’s just allergies, he said. My god querida, stop mothering me, he said. Yet here he was, flopped on the sofa with a leg on the floor as he snored. The man never came home before her. There were times when he’d come home briefly in the morning to shower and put on a fresh set of clothes before bolting out the door with nothing to spare her other than a rushed kiss. And now here he was at 5 PM, sleeping.

She placed a hand on his forehead, wincing when she found him burning up. Not to say she told him so, but she told him so. But he would hear none of it. The man dropped her off at work with the promise that he’d take an Advil if he needed before driving away to the embassy. He probably forgot. Or his promise was made just to placate her, stop her from being the nagging wife.

She didn’t quite know how to do it, the wife thing. Was she supposed to force a pill down his throat? Would she be the annoying nagging wife men talked shit about to their friends if she did? Was she supposed to leave him be? Would she be a bad wife for neglecting him and letting him go to work ill?

Knowing the man, he probably didn’t have anything to eat. His only intake was whiskey and tobacco from all the smoking he did. Was she supposed to pack him lunch? Send food to the embassy? She didn’t know. He never asked for anything and was happy to eat what she gave him when he came home. She provided dinner, leaving it on the table and leaving a note on his bed reminding him to eat it. Sometimes she managed to force a glass of OJ into his hand in the morning. But that was all. Lunch was a big question mark. What he ate when in Medellin was a blind spot.

Retrieving some chicken, carrot, celery and broth from the refrigerator, she got to work. With some time, spices and low music playing on the radio, the soup was ready to be served.

She poured some into a bowl, placed it on the coffee table and hovered over him. Beads of sweat had collected on his forehead, either from the hot weather or his sickness. Messy black hair stuck to his forehead and she reached over and pushed it back.

“Javi…”

Nothing. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently. “Javi?” He stayed still as a rock. Goddamn. The man usually woke up at the slightest noise. A bullet could leave a gun two miles away and he would hear it. It was rare that he slept at all, so when he did, she did everything in her power to keep his surroundings quiet.

“Mi amor…” she called, caressing his sweat soaked forehead. “Come on, get up. You need to eat something.”

He trembled under her touch and whined something incomprehensible. She tried again, called his name while giving gentle rubs to his shoulders. “…hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know,” she said, smiling at his half-awake form. He looked so sweet like this, so innocent and childlike. She wanted to pick him up like he was a puppy and give him a million kisses. He might be a big bad federal agent but sleeping on their couch like this, he was her little puppy.

“… ‘s the paperwork and…Wysession…la Quica…umm and yeah what do I think?” He mumbled, making her laugh. This fucker would not survive without his job. It took a few more tries and sweet words, some of which embarrassing enough that she’d never repeat to him if he were awake. His eyes opened a little, his mumbling about work dimmed down and he spoke her name.

“Yeah. It’s me. Get up. I made soup. You should have some, have a Tylenol and sleep on the bed. Okay?”

“What time is it?” He asked, sitting up suddenly.

“Six thirty three.” The man always wanted the exact time. No rounding up or down. It was unnerving.

He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palms. “Fuck. Got an early meeting at eight with Noonan. Gonna be late. She’ll kill me,” he said, getting up. He hunched over the couch, hand gripping on to the leather of the headrest for support as his other hand clutches his head.

“8 PM is not an early meeting. Unless you’re talking about a meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? Wait, what’s the time?”

“Six thirty. In the evening. You have a bad fever and you were asleep on the couch when I got home at five.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah. Fuck. Now sit down and have some soup. You can’t have Tylenol on an empty stomach.”

“Actually, I can. The body absorbs it faster on an empty stomach.”

“Alright buddy, sit down and have the soup,” she said, coaxing him to sit next to her on the couch. He sat a bit too close to her, leaning on her shoulder and placing his weight on her.

“Feel like absolute shit,” he said, dipping the spoon into the bowl of hot soup. He blew on it once and then twice before drinking it. “So good.”

“Thank you, baby,” he said, pulling her to his side. She did not want to contract whatever he had and proximity would increase the chances of infection. But she didn’t have the heart to push him away. Even on a normal day, the man liked physical contact with her. It could be anything from a hand on her back when they were out in public to full on cuddling her in bed. He just showed his affection through touch. She didn’t want to deny him affection when he was so vulnerable and soft.

He drank it down quietly, wincing every now and then from his headache. He even surprised her by asking for a second helping and she gave it to him gladly, even topping his bowl up another time when he wasn’t looking.

“Now Tylenol.”

“Nooo,” he whined, flopping back on the backrest of the couch. “Hate pills.”

She laughed and popped a pill out of the foil wrapper before handing a glass of water to him. “Aww, is the big baby afraid of pills?”

“Not scared,” he pouted and folded his arms over his chest, looking like a petulant three year old. Good god. Was this really the man being paid by the US government to catch Escobar? Or was he the secret sweet cuddly twin to her grumpy sassy Javi?

“Right. Definitely not scared. Now have it.”

“I’ll be fine without it. Just need to sleep.”

“Sure, Dr. Peña. If you say so,” she teased. She was definitely noting down all the details of his behavior in her head to tease him with later. “Can you have the liquid Tylenol?” She asked, recalling seeing a bottle of it in their medicine cabinet.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said, getting up to go fetch the Tylenol for him. Before she could step away, his hand wrapped around her wrist. She looked back at him to find him staring at her with those big brown eyes, all wide and precious. He was still grumpy, but less intimidating and more adorable. “I need to take my hand with me, Agente…”

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t go. I miss you.”

“It’ll just be gone for a minute. I’ll get you your Tylenol and be right back.” Huffing, he finally let go of her hand. When she returned, he smiled up at her lazily before grabbing both her wrists.

“Javi…I can’t give you your medicine if you don’t let go of my hand.”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of this too. There is no plan C, Javier. Pill or this,” she said, holding up the bottle of the liquid acetaminophen.

“That tastes like shit.”

“Yeah. You’ll survive.”

“I wooooon’t,” he whined, pulling her onto his lap. He may be very sick, but he was still strong and worse, unaware of how much force he exerted. She fell with her face forward, smushing into his chest. She made a low sound of satisfaction before wrapping his arms around her and settling his chin on her head.

“Bebito…”

“‘m not your bebito. I’m your husband.”

“Yeah yeah. Then stop acting like a bebito, bebito.”

“Don’t do this to me. That thing tastes vile. Tastes like shit. Like, like horse shit mixed in with rat poison.”

“God, you drama queen,” she teased, adjusting herself on his lap to sit up properly. “It’s just 20 ml. Have some of it, drink some water to wash the taste off and go to bed. God knows you need the rest.”

“Fine. On one condition.”

“Uh huh?”

“Bit of whiskey after the medicine.”

Absolutely not.

“Of course, baby. All the whiskey you want,” she lied through her sweet smile. She did not have the energy to argue with a gigantic baby she couldn’t yell at. She’d make him have the medicine first and figure out the rest when she had to.

At the mention of whiskey, he smiled wider than the day they got married and happily let go of her wrists. She hissed at the dull pain around them, flushing when she realized just how strong he was. Yet he never used such strength on her, handling her gentler than this even when she asked for rough treatment. She’d have to ask for more the next time… she looked away from him embarrassed. The man was sick and delirious, for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t the most appropriate time to be horny.

“Tilt your head back,” she ordered and he followed immediately, exposing his neck to her. “Now open your mouth,” she said, bringing the little cup of the liquid to his lips. It went alright for the first second, but when it touched his tastebuds, he gagged and groaned.

“Uhh that was fucking disgusting!”

“That was just 10 ml. You need another 10 for the full dosage.”

“No, no, no. Please don’t do this,” he begged before sticking his tongue out as though casting out the organ for making him experience the medicine’s taste.

“Please, Javier… Just one more, okay?” She said, pouring him the other half of the dose. “Imagine you’re taking a tequila shot.”

“Then it should be on your bellybutton with salt on your tits and a lemon wedge between your lips.”

Horndog

“Suuure. You couldn’t tell it was evening and not morning just half an hour back but you think you can do a body shot, huh?”

“Absolutely can. You didn’t know me in college. Plus I’ll do anything to lick your tits,” he said, his eyes looking too adorable for the things he said. Shouldn’t he be too sick to be horny?

“Alright big guy, open up” she said, tipping his chin back and forcing the rest of his medicine down his throat. He groaned and whined once more and summoned a couple demons with the sounds he produced.

“Tequila?” He asked, pouting as he fixed his puppy dog eyes on her.

“Sure. Go sit on the bed and I’ll bring you the goods,” she said, helping him get off the couch.

“Perfect. You’re the best wife, you know that?”

“I’m your only wife. You don’t have much else to compare me to, do you?”

“Fine, I’ll get more wives. Test the hypo- hypo…tenuse?” He asked, squinting.

“Hypothesis.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said hypotenuse. That’s the longest side of a right angled triangle.”

“The fuck,” he said under his breath, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom. When she’d gotten him to lie down, he pulled her to himself and held her to his chest. She was yet to have dinner and there was a tv program she’d wanted to watch before bed. But with his arms around her and his lips mumbling in his sleep, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

It wasn’t often that she got to be wrapped up in his arms at this early hour. Why fight it when she could savor it.

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hi! i’ve never done a request but i would like a smut with javier peña with 23 and e. (i hope the request is in the correct format) thank you ❣️

After Hours.

23. "Good girl" / "Perfect girl" & e. Heatwave

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1050

Warnings - smut. cursing. javi is a menace.

Author's Note - I know i've taken a hiatus from writing mini fics to focus on my big series fics, but I got this request and had to write it asap. what can I say, I'm a sucker for my javi. honoured to be your first request my love!! <3

written as a part of my drabble/mini fic series, for my 500 followers/1k celebration!!

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There's just something about Javi when he's hot.

Colombia is warm, on any given day. But this summer, it's sweltering.

There's minimal air conditioning in the precinct, meaning the place is like sauna. Sweat is dripping down your back, plastering your hair to your face, sticking your thighs to your leather chair. Everyone's lethargic. It feels like the world is moving in slow motion.

Javier isn't helping. He's rolled his sleeves up his forearms, exposing gorgeous, corded muscle. His hair is damp, curling at the ends, falling in front of his face. He keeps panting, taking these deep, heavy breaths. Every now and again, he releases a deep groan that rumbles in his chest.

It's torture.

He's never looked more handsome. You're convinced that half of your body heat has been caused by Javier, not the humidity. It only gets worse throughout the day. There's a fire lit within you, and Javi's only adding to the kindling.

You undo the first few buttons of your blouse, fanning yourself with a case file. Mostly everyone is leaving the precinct, going home as soon as the clock hits five. You've opted to stay, completely behind on your mountain of paperwork. You look across the room briefly, and see that Javi's still at his desk, choosing to stay too.

The two of you are the only ones left, working in comfortable silence. The heat doesn't let up, swallowing you both slowly but steadily. You look over at Javier to see that he's unbuttoned his shirt, his chest almost fully exposed. For a fleeting moment, you imagine sinking your teeth into the flesh of it. Man, you need to cool off.

You're lost in your thoughts when Javi sits down on your desk, making you jump.

"What are you thinkin' about, hermosa?" he drawls. "It's got you blushin'."

"Nothing," you reply defiantly.

"No? You see, you got a look in your eye. I know that look. I've seen a lot of women give me that look."

"Oh yeah? All your whores?"

"Now, now, cariño. Don't get jealous. Although, it does look good on you."

Javier slides along the desk until he's at the edge of it, as close to you as he can be. From this distance, he's got a nice view directly down your blouse. You catch him staring, and quirk a brow.

"Do you mind?" you tease, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"Oh, hermosa," he drawls lowly. "You wouldn't be showin' all this cleavage if you didn't want me to see."

"I got too hot, you perv. We're in a damn heatwave."

"It is hot in here, now that you mention it," he murmurs, tracing his fingers up your arm, towards your collarbone. "Maybe we should cool you off a little."

He runs his fingertips over your throat gently, until he reaches the collar of your blouse. He slips it off your shoulder, and leans forward, kissing a gentle kiss to your bare skin.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, sweet thing," he whispers against your neck.

You whine in response, and tangle a hand in his hair, pulling him into you.

"Don't stop. Please, Javi."

"Oh, I think you sayin' my name like that is the prettiest sound I've ever heard," he smirks.

Javier kicks your chair out from the desk, and moves to settle on his knees between your legs. He licks a stripe from your ankle to your upper thigh, groaning when he tastes the salt on your skin.

"Javi," you breathe. "What if someone walks in?"

"Relax, hermosa," he reassures against your leg. "No one comes back to work on a Friday night."

"You better hope that's true-" Javier cuts you off by mouthing at you over your underwear, revelling in the dampness of the fabric.

"You taste so fuckin' sweet," he murmurs in disbelief. "Waited to do this for so long."

"You have?" you question shakily, keeping your hand firmly planted in his hair.

"I think of you everytime I touch myself, hermosa. You're all I can think about. You, you, always you."

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulls them off, shoving them into his pocket. Javi wastes no time, diving straight into you with vigour. You tug at his hair instinctively and he groans, deep and guttural. The vibrations make you keen.

Javier slips a finger into you, panting when he feels how warm you are. He thrusts in and out steadily, before adding a second. He curls them on the up stroke, chuckling when he hits a certain spot.

"Oh, baby," he coos. "Right there? Is that it, hmm?"

You nod in response, hips writhing in the chair.

"Where are your words, pretty girl? Have I made you dumb, huh? Always knew you'd be so pliant, so obedient. Isn't that right, honey?"

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, yes. All for you, Javi."

"Fuck," he groans. "Good girl. My perfect girl."

He can tell you're close when your thighs start to shake. You tug him closer to you by his brown curls, fingers tightening and pulling.

"You're almost there, aren't you? Atta girl," he encourages, speeding up the rhythm of his digits. His other hand moves to splay across your abdomen, pushing your hips down to stop you from moving.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me. I want it. Come on, sweet thing. Fuck, please, honey."

His low, rumbled words are what push you over the edge. Your hips buck and your grip on him tightens, white hot pleasure burning through your veins. He talks you through it, whispering praises and encouragements until you go slack.

"You're a goddamn liar," you tell him when you've caught your breath.

"Hmm?" he murmurs from where he's looking up at you with those chocolate eyes, resting his head against your thigh.

"You said you'd cool me off. You've made me ten times fucking hotter, asshole."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through your bones where you're connected.

"You wanna come home with me, take a cold shower?"

You laugh in disbelief, shoving at his shoulder playfully.

"Fine. But only because your apartment is closer than mine."

"No other reason?" he winks, grabbing your hands to help you to your feet.

"No other reason."

You both know that's a lie.

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[thetriumphantpanda]

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

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

Watcha think?

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

Pairing | Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word Count | 1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ven por mi bebe.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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[inkdrinkerworld]

somewhere tropical

a/n: this is my first try at him so i hope it’s not too ooc!! enjoy

you’re laying next to javi when the idea strikes you.

he’s smoking a cigarette, the smoke making the room hazy as you shuffle closer to him.

“javi, do you think we could go somewhere that you could speak spanish to me all the time, when this is over?”

maybe the question is bred from exhaustion because you’re not even close to catching pablo escobar but you can’t stop thinking about it.

“amor qué?” javier almost chokes on the inhale he takes of his cigarette as he laughs.

you bury your nose into his bare chest as you repeat, “i wanna go somewhere you can speak to me in spanish everyday.”

his hand cups the nape of your neck and pulls you out of hiding.

“i can speak to you in spanish everyday, baby. no matter where we go.”

you nod, leaning up to rub your nose along his. “i know, but imagine if we were living somewhere tropical too. somewhere like honduras or guatemala or even chile.”

he laughs a little again, pressing his smiling lips against yours.

“i think you want to go somewhere you can get fruit year round.”

you hide again and javi knows he’s found your ulterior motive under the first one.

“please? plus you sound so much better speaking in spanish.”

he tilts your chin up again, “sabes que si hablo español cada día te necesitas aprender.”

he stubs out his cigarette on the window sill and watches you as you debate your answer.

you shake your head, “te entiendo muy bien javi,” he knows it too. “solo quieres oírme hablar más.”

he kisses you slowly this time, tongue leaving over yours. javier has a way of clearing your mind with his lips and it’s an intoxicating thing to be kissed by him.

“eso es exactamente lo que quieres muñeca, ¿no?” you’re breathless when he pulls away, your lips still chasing his.

“doesn’t matter, can we?”

javier strokes your jaw as he takes a moment to envision a life much simpler than the one you’re currently living and the allure of something slow, something mundane and something colourful with you is a dream.

“claro mi vida.”

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[arielstruggles]

Late Nights, Stolen Kisses

a/n: I'm in the midst of a Javier P brainrot and i can't stop thinking about him. So here is a little drabble. (mostly for myself ) sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. Enjoy!

Pairing: Javi p x reader

warnings: none, pure fluff, no use of y/n.

He works hard, he works too much. He never promised you that he’ll be around all the time and you never once picked up a fight about this. But when he comes back from work late at night and sees you fell asleep on the couch, a book in your hand dangling and food on the table waiting for him he felt like a total dick. He was not a good husband. Not at all. You fixed the table around usual time but he was late, again. Food gone cold, yet still you refused to eat without him. He gives out an exasperated breath. He had no right to put you through to this life but he was too in love with you to let you go, since the day you have met. He crouches down by the couch and grabs the book by your hand, kisses your temple and thinks how pretty you looked. “cariño, wake up.” He murmurs. He was conflicted to wake you up or carry you to bed. A part of him wanted you to wake up because he had a shitty day and needs your comfort but a part of him knows it’s selfish to do so. “Baby, wake up.” He murmurs one more time. He could have woken you up if he raised his voice slightly instead of whispering or he could nudge you but you were like an angel, he couldn’t bear. He lifts you up in his arms and takes you to the bed, puts you carefully under the covers, steals a kiss from you. He sits on the edge of the bed, gets lost in his thoughts, so lost that when you woke up and sneakily crawled towards him and wrapped your arms around his back, he gets startled. “hi there handsome.” You whisper, burrowing your face on his back. “hello hermosa.” He replies, “you were sleeping, didn’t want to wake you up.” “it’s alright, you know you can wake me up. I prepare the table on purpose.” “I know, and it makes me feel like a dick.” You giggle. “Did not mean to.” “I know.” You enjoy each other’s company for a bit. These rare moments with him are your favorites, probably his too. For a split second, you are the only people on this planet. Though he hates to reflect his work issues on you, you know him all too well. “Rough day?” you ask. He simply nods. “Go get changed baby, I’ll wait for you to sleep.” You assure. Though he is reluctant to leave your arms he obeys your request. He quickly changes and slides under the covers right next to you, takes you in his arms. It’s a silent assurance, he promises you that whatever happens, he will be sleeping next to you at the end of the day. “Javi?” “Yeah?” “Can you tell me a bedtime story.” “How old are you again? 3?” he mocks, you laugh. Gives you a quick kiss on the lips when you get comfortable in his arms and rest your head on his chest then he starts to tell you a stupid, made up tale. You know he never refuses your requests. You fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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[beskarandblasters]

Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge - Masterlist

If you’d like to join the challenge check out this post! Divider by @saradika-graphics 🤍

Debut 🦋

Fearless ✨

The Way I Loved You + Frankie Morales - @hellfire-state-of-mind

The Other Side Of The Door + Javier Peña - @trulybetty

Today Was A Fairytale + Javi Gutierrez - @starjedi86

Speak Now 💜

Enchanted to Meet You (Enchanted) - Din Djarin by @beskarandblasters

27 Seconds (Last Kiss) - Marcus Pike by @hellfire-state-of-mind

Red 🧣

Begin Again - Joel Miller by @sweetenerobert

Come Back…Be Here + ‘Tis The Damn Season + Frankie Morales - @the-orange-tabby-cat

Better Man - Javier Peña by @dancingtotuyo

1989 🗽

When we go crashing down (Style) - Dave York by @janaispunk

When the sun came up, you were looking at me (Out of the Woods) - Din Djarin by @freelancearsonist

Wildest Dreams + Joel Miller - @planet-marz1

Worth It For Once (Slut!) - Frankie Morales by @burntheedges

Reputation 🐍

Delicate + Joel Miller - @noxturnalpascal

In shades of gray and candlelight (Getaway Car) - Marcus Pike by @freelancearsonist

Dress + Javier Peña - @notpetewentzx

Call It What You Want - Joel Miller - @beardedjoel

Lover 🏹

Cruel Summer - Dieter Bravo - @fhatbhabie

Paper Rings - Joel Miller by @whocaresstillthelouvre

False God - Ezra by @xdaddysprincessxx

Daylight + Frankie Morales - @sweetenerobert

Folklore 🪩

The 1 + Dieter Bravo - @schnarfer

Cardigan - Joel Miller by @always-andromeda

Exile + Javi Gutierrez - @polaroidpascal

August + Joel Miller - @hellishjoel

Clandestine (Illicit Affairs) - Mr. Ben by @hellfire-state-of-mind

Invisible String - Din Djarin by @saradika

Evermore 🍂

Champagne Problems + Frankie Morales or Javier Peña - @proxima-writes

Come Back…Be Here + ‘Tis The Damn Season + Frankie Morales - @the-orange-tabby-cat

No Body, No Crime - Tim Rockford by @theetherealbloom

Midnights 🌃

And I Lost You (Maroon) - Joel Miller by @lotusbxtch

Trembling/Famished/Hollow/Gone (Midnight Rain) - Frankie Morales by @thirtysevenodddogs

Constellations in his eyes (High Infidelity) - Dave York by @janaispunk

The Tortured Poets Department 🖋️

Down Bad - Joel Miller - @whocaresstillthelouvre

But Daddy I Love Him + Joel Miller - @proxima-writes

Fresh Out The Slammer + Javier Peña - @freelancearsonist

Guilty as Sin? - Din Djarin - @beskarandblasters

loml + Marcus Pike - @dancingtotuyo

Clara Bow + Dieter Bravo - @joelsgreenflannel

The Black Dog + Dave York - @janaispunk

I Look In People’s Windows + Frankie Morales - @thelightsandtheroses

Moodboards 🖼️

August + Joel Miller - @joelsgreenflannel

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