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pascals-doll · 2 months

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like you mad at me

javìer peña x reader

🫧 lovely gif by @ilovejavierpena ! (took me a min to find the post again 💔)

🫧GO ON STRETCH THAT COOCHIE OUT LIKE U MAD ATTA BITCH 😩 sexyy red been stuck in my head!! based on all those sex scenes in narcos, I KNOW THATMAN FUCK LIKE HE MAD

🫧 pedro pascal speaking spanish ouuuu voy a llorar hasta que se me caigan los ojos

🫧 spanish keywords for my non-spanish speakers

-mirame: look at me

- lo adoro: i adore it

- bebesita/cielto: heaven/baby

- gatita tan linda: such a pretty kitty

-dentro de/ de que hablas: inside of / what are u talking about

🫧 description: literally just smut, slutty smut, angry sex, dom!javier, husband!javier, sub!reader, rough sex, backshots!, unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling, face grabbing, mentions of spanking kink, reader speaks spanish, mentions of putting a baby in reader at the end!, little bit of breathe play (if u squint frfr), javier is stressed and angry, no use of y/n, use of pet names (cielito, bebesita, good girl) javi just desverves good pussy

you knew being a DEA agent was not a very easy job, especially with the rise of colombian drug dealers.

he needed to come home to blow off some steam, it was just human.

in fact, you even encouraged your husband of an idea you’ve had in mind.

one night you knew your beloved husband, Javíer came home because the slamming of your front door rung through your shared home.

you knew it must’ve not been a good day, you get up from the couch.

you began to walk, turning the corner once you reached it turning towards where the front door is.

there he was, running a hand through his roughed up hair tucking away his gun in the drawer he always leaves it in.

he looked up at you with dead eyes, a tense broad frame, and furrowed eyebrows.

you came up to him, you open your arms to him causing him to lean in slightly as you immediately embrace him.

he cursed under his breath, you knew it was from his frustrations ”mi amor, how about we release some of that stress and anger” you whisper in his ear. you could tell by his face he was confused.

“de que hablas?” poor javì, he was just so tired. you gave him a soft smile.

you began to massage his broad shoulders, finding his muscular pressure points. you made sure to put slight pressure and squeeze.

“fuck me like you mad at me, baby”

ever since then, he does exactly that.

you were sure your neighbors hated you, they had too by now.

but the both of you could give less of a fuck.

you were too busy screaming into your pillow as javìer pounded into you.

his hand keeping your head down as he fucks you doggy-style ruthlessly.

your face was so far into the pillow, feeling his grip on the back of your neck. you had completely drooled all over yourself and the pillow as your moans and incoherent words were muffled.

you reach your arm back, giving him two taps on his hip signaling him that you couldnt breathe.

he pushed your face into the pillow once more before grabbing you by your now disheveled hair.

“how does my cock feel-” Javìer began, leaning down to connect his sticky back to yours.

“fuck!-dentro de ese gatita tan linda” his vile accent spits out as your hands reach up to claw at the headboard of your shared bed.

Javìer’s cock was fucking in and out of you at a devilish pace, his hips not halting; not even for a second.

“J-Javi! fuck!” you cry out, literal tears streaming down your face at the feeling of his cock hitting you as his hand burned into your hair was mind-boggling.

he had his other hand on your hip, using that one to scoop you up against him by your stomach; bodies completely pressed together.

you were completely encaged by him, one hand still in your hair and the other wrapped around your stomach as his cock continues to pound you.

the sound of skin slapping just got louder throughout the room.

“such a good girl. the most per-perfect-letting m’use this sweet pussy” he praises, almost moaning out himself as your wet warm cunt clenches around him.

“g-god! f-fuck! s’fast!” you babble out as you try your hardest to keep your head up, Javìer lets go of your hair, his other hand now going to your neck.

he let his hand rest there softly as his hips began to stutter, his hot breathy grunts ringing through your ear.

Javìer detaches his chest away from your back momentarily, his dick moving from inside you aswell.

“i adore you.” such a sweet sentence being spit out so harshly; slamming his cock back into you.

you cry out “oh my! Javí!” his lips peppered kisses throughout your sticky neck and shoulder; not caring.

“i adore your soul. i adore your body. everything you do-lo adoro” he grits out, the hand that was around your stomach now going down to slightly lift your leg; causing you to arch down more.

he was fucking you in such a mean way while being so loving.

the new angle he was pistoling his dick into you from had you seeing stars as he stretched you out more as if that was possible.

you could hear Javíer’s grunts and groans turn rougher and into deep short breaths.

your pussy took him perfectly, loving the way his hips slapped against your ass so meanly, his hands gripping your hips and ass, sometimes even spanking you till your ass turns cherry.

your hands claw at the bedsheets as you slightly spread the leg he was holding, engulfing him completely; to his balls even feeling his bush against your juiced up cunt.

the action caused his hips to stutter, signaling he was close.

the hand that was resting on your neck, now goes up to grab your face: slightly gripping your jaw.

Javíer’s hips continue to thrust into you as your voice goes hoarse, turning your yelps into just above-silent squeals and pleas causing you to shut your eyes.

“mírame.” his low tone sends your shaking body shivers. you open your eyes but the overstimulation being too much to keep them open.

“dije-mírame!” he grunts out loudly, you force your eyes open; never leaving his.

you admire his mouth slightly agape, his hair and forehead glistening, the way his mustache looked, and his deep eyes concentrated on your face; just as much as he was taking you in.

“ay! ay-mph! gonna cum!” you moan out, your mind barely hanging on to any conscious-sense.

“c’mon, cielito, c’mon” Javìer encourages, getting close to his release aswell.

you share the room as you and Javíer take it over with the sounds of both of your moans combining as the sound of skin-slapping dies down.

once he pumped you full of his warm white load. he fell onto the bed, bringing you with him.

“how do you feel, amor?” Javíer asks you, one hand massaging the hair he was once pulling while the other loving fondled your breasts as your legs interlocked.

your mind was still beyond processing and answering.

you gave him a weak nod which caused him to give you a soft smile.

“i’ll ask in the morning bebésita, lets hope i fucked a baby into you.”

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loquaciousferret · 1 year

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Little Games

Summary: Agent Peña reaches breaking point after your not-so-subtle teasing around the office, deciding to teach you a lesson you won't be quick to forget.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, degradation, name-calling, rough unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, Javi being mean. As always- maybe more! Read at own risk

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Javi pulled me out of my Joel thots today, enjoy this short piece of filth

MINORS DO NOT PRESS KEEP READING

“Cut the shit!” Javi’s palm slams into the wall behind your head.

You could see how the man would be terrifyingly intimidating, if this hadn’t been your goal all along.

“What’s wrong, agent?” You gaze back at him innocently with wide eyes, his cock twitching just at the sight.

“Don’t give me that.” He snaps, grabbing your wrist and pinning it against the wall after you had tried to reach out and push his chest back lightly to create space between you.

You blinked. You wouldn’t give in yet.

“Just admit it.” He hisses through gritted teeth, “You may be stupid but not too stupid to know what you’re doing.”

You can barely keep a straight face, it’s practically painful trying to hold back the defiant smirk that wants to creep its way onto your lips.

“I’m sorry Agent, don’t you think I’m doing a good job?” You said, holding on to the pretence a little longer.

“Cut the act.” His tone is menacing. “You know you do a great job, staying late whenever I do, doing my paperwork faster than any of the other agents just so you can come back and see me sooner. Hovering around me in those ridiculously short skirts, driving me crazy. Maybe HR should talk to you like a grown up about professional dress codes.”

“You don’t like how I dress?” You said, playing dumb for him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gripped your jaw and tilted your face up to him.

“Is this a game to you?”

Involuntarily, your tongue darts out to lick your lips. He can’t bear to look at you any longer and spins you round so you face the wall.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” His hand was roughly separating your thighs, spreading your legs forcefully. “Maybe you’ll learn not to start something if you don’t plan on finishing it.”

You moaned as one of his large hands started to put pressure on your already wet pussy, through your thin underwear. He pushed it aside and thrusted two fingers inside you roughly. You gasped and he hissed at you to “Cierra el Pico.”

Of course he had seen you coming from a mile away that morning, wearing a black pencil skirt that barely grazed your mid thigh, and a white blouse under your blazer that clearly showed the outline of your lace bra. Most of the department were away at an incident, and management had been scheduled in with the President. Being a secretary, you knew everyone’s schedules, and you knew today was the perfect day to take your little game with Agent Peña up a notch. He would already be in a bad mood, frustrated that he had been benched while most of the other agents were out potentially getting into some action today. You used this existing frustration to your advantage and that’s how you ended up here right under his grasp where you had wanted to be all along.

You heard him unbuckling his belt with his free hand and you shuddered with excitement. He removed his fingers from inside you and gripped your panties, pulling them down your legs roughly. You stepped out of them when they hit your ankles and he picked them up, stuffing them into his pocket. You smirked, suspecting that he wouldn’t return them following this encounter.

He pressed on your upper back, folding you more so that your ass stuck out and your chest was pressed to the wall. Your breathing faltered as he slid his erection through your wet folds and lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you with no mercy and you whined, unprepared after using his fingers on you for such a short time.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” He sneered.

He immediately set a punishingly harsh pace, pressing you hard into the wall as you held both your hips, guiding you back onto his cock to increase the force of each rough thrust of his cock.

You chewed on your lip to silence your moans of pleasure, there was only one locked door between yourself and Javier and a corridor that could contain government officials at any moment.

“Is this what you thought would happen when you started your little game, huh?” He goaded, continuing to slam into you harshly.

You couldn’t come up with anything clever to say in response, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving you.

“You can dress up and pretend to be whoever you want but look at you now, huh. Just a whore under all those fancy clothes as soon as someone sticks their cock inside you.”

“Only you, Sir.” You manage to get out, releasing a stifled moan.

He scoffs at that but the intensity of his thrusts somehow increased, as if the idea turned him on even more. If this wasn’t him at his worst then you didn’t think you would be able to handle whatever that would feel like.

He kept one hand on your hip but moved the other round your front to play with your clit, rubbing and applying pressure in circles around the sensitive spot.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” He challenged.

You nodded, unable to speak for fear of crying out in pleasure.

“Really? After all that teasing? You think I should make you feel good?” He chuckled.

“I think I’d rather leave you frustrated all day, let you play with yourself tonight and wish it was me touching you.”

You whined, “Please, Javi-“

“Listen to yourself,” He taunted, and you could hear his smirk. “Willing to beg for it, you little whore.”

As soon as your orgasm started to build, your legs stiffening and your pussy clenching around him, he removed his fingers from your clit.

You whined at the loss of contact and he laughed and tutted, “This is what happens when you try and involve me in your slutty little games.”

He went quiet then, done taunting you and instead focussed on chasing his own release, slamming his cock into you as deep as it could go, your warm tight cunt getting him closer to his orgasm with every single thrust.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, remind you all day what I did to you.”

You nodded, whining, your pleasure reaching an absolute high.

After a few more thrusts, his pace faltered, and you felt his warm release inside you as he grunted, stilling inside you while he caught his breath.

He pulled out of you and you felt his load trickling down your inner thigh slowly.

“Make yourself presentable.” He ordered as he tucked his cock back inside his jeans and refastened his belt. “And leave me alone, I have more important things to do today than deal with you.”

He unlocked the door and slipped out of the disused file room back into the office. Your mind was already whirring, planning on how you could get him to do this to you again.

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grnherbs · 1 year

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that's right baby, say my name.

minors dni! nsft & eighteen plus only !

javier peña <3

word count: i have no idea i wrote this out in tumblr, roughly 1k ?

warnings: eighteen plus! hand cuffs, roughness?, degradation, face slapping once, minor tit play, female fingering, name calling, piv, cockwarming?

he presses you up against the wall, hands behind your back and you hear the metallic jingle of handcuffs, feeling them click around your wrists, the cold metal was a shock to the humidity of Colombian heat.

you felt a his face close to yours, hot and his breath went down your back. "you've got me running around this damn city looking for your ass" he whispers in your ear. "y, aquí estas, breakin' into my fuckin house".

he was flushed, jeans hanging low on his hips, barely enough time to have got out of bed and dressed before he had you pinned in your current position. "mi amor, you know better than this," he chastised and you felt his bare chest near your arms from the way he had you.

"javi" you said softly with a faux whine "you're hurting me", to which he responds flatly, with resonance of a chuckle, "you're breaking my fuckin' heart, baby" and he grabs you, hauling you up over his shoulder, carrying you from the kitchen to the lounge, chucking you onto the couch.

"what am i going to do with you?" he rubs his hands over his face, before moving them over his eyes in frustration. he moves down to hold his hand, twisting the rings that lay on his fingers. "what the hell are you even doing here? i could get into so much shit for even seeing you."

you look up, catching his gaze in yours, "javi please, i just had to see you, I've missed you".

he scoffs at this and sits next to you with a sigh, "missed me have you, cariño?" he turns his face to look at you once more, muttering under his breath "fuckin' missed me...".

the silence fills the room and he groans, like he's fighting with himself. eventually he speaks up to your surprise. "a la mierda.." you look up in surprise at this and his lips are latched onto yours, to which you let out a shocked moan, pushing back against him.

he reaches round you to undo the cuffs, but grabs your arms before you can move them to pin them beside your head. deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and he lets out another moan, his body pressed to yours.

eventually he pulls away and he grabs you, sitting you on his lap, leg each side of his, and you feel his hard on pressing into you. he takes his hand and trails it up your body from your legs, to your stomach, kissing and sucking on your neck as he does, his hand reaches up and he squeezes your tits, playing with the nipple, evident through your thin shirt.

you grind downwards onto him, your skirt flayed out, thin underwear and denim barely stopping the sensation it sends through you and him. his hand comes up to rest on your jaw and he pulls it back, slapping you round the face gently, just to surprise you.

"still like it rough from me huh?" he acknowledges your moan to it. "una sucia puta" he pulls you up, pulling your skirt down and lifting your shirt over your head before grinding you back down onto him. he takes you in fully, eyes raking your body in everyway.

kissing your tits again, he sucks on them, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. "please javi, i need you". he lets out another dark chuckle at this "oh baby, what do you need?" he teases, grinding up into you again.

"you, baby, please" and he nods, leaning you down onto the couch, so you're body in under him, he rips off your underwear, running his finger up your cunt, collecting the wetness and rubbing it onto your clit, making your legs jolt. he moves his finger down, playing with your entrance, before placing a finger inside you, smirking at your moan, as you grip his neck.

"oh buena chica, my angel" he teased, moving it in and out at a steady pace, adoring the way your body moved under his and he sees your hands working their way down his own body, unzipping the fly on his jeans, and moving your hand into them, over his boxers to cup his hard cock, bucking into your hand.

he removes his finger, much to your dismay, standing up and kicking his jeans and boxers off at once, standing over you and stroking his cock, he looked beautiful, and for a second you'd thought you had died, taking in the sight. he smiled at your reaction, leaning down to kiss you, clambering on top of you.

you reach up to run your hands through his hair and he looks at you with adoration. "my beautiful girl" he kisses you softly, distracting you from the feeling of his cock lining up with you. without warning he thrusts into you. both of you letting out a moan at the feeling. "ah mierda, so .. fucking tight" he buried his head into your shoulder and you scratch up his back, getting used to the small burn of the stretch.

looking up and into your eyes, you nodded to him and he propped himself up on once arm, beginning to rock into you, the feeling overwhelming you both. he was always so hard for you, "cmon baby, wanna hear you" he encourages and you begin to moan out for him.

"javi please, just use me" you blurt out and he obliged, rocking back and forth into you, his hips rolling to meet yours hitting every spot just perfectly, practically made for you. "javi, please you feel so fucking good" and he groans into your ear.

"thats it baby, say my name, tell everyone whose cock you're crying for huh?" he strokes your hair, before moving his hand down to play with your clit, sending a near electric pulse through your body, having you moaning his name so loudly, you were sure to have woken the neighbours up "that's right mi cariño, say it, say my name when you cum"

he knew your body like the back of his hand now and he felt you clenching round him, the feeling was perfect and the next thing you knew was heat as you release finally, soaking his cock with yourself "ah! javi, fuck"

he stutters out a moan, following closely behind you, his body collapsing gently on you, cock still nestled warmly inside. he places a kiss to your forehead.

"god, you're gonna be the death of me"

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tommysversion · 1 year

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Not His Favourite ( Javier Peña x Reader 🌶️🌶️ )

CW: contains dirty talk, unsafe sex, biting, spanking, daddy kink, cum play, and other adult content. MDNI.

If asked, he doesn’t have favourites. He knows he’s a good looking man, and beyond that, he knows how to sweet talk. If asked, he’d say it’s part of his job: to know how to get what he wants from anyone, with little resistance.

The truth of it is a little less complex; he’s a man of simple taste, likes the simple pleasures in life, and he’s good at charming the literal panties off most women he meets. No need to be smug about it.

And then there’s you. His definitive Not Favourite, if asked. It’s not like he goes back to you, time and time and time again, even though it’s a risk. He’s mindful that he could be putting you in danger, but you don’t care, and the lure of you in his bed overrides any sort of intelligent thought he might usually have. He’s not a stupid man, far from it, but where you’re concerned? It’s not his mind he’s thinking with.

It doesn’t help that you can read him like a book, more than happy to play along to his moods and desires. Honestly, the night he found you in that bar was probably a damn lucky day. Unlike today, which he’d very much like to forget about: with your oh so helpful assistance, of course.

He raises a fist and knocks on your door. It takes you a moment to answer, but not long enough for him to worry.

“Javi…” you greet him by nickname, all made up and dressed in the cutest damn minidress he’s ever seen on you, a pair of heels dangling from your left hand.

“You were working tonight?”

You give him a sheepish look, then stand aside to let him pass. He toes the door shut behind him, makes sure to lock it.

“I can call out,” you offer, a conspiratorial smirk on your face. He almost feels bad; you’d probably make a decent pay check if you went to work, but hell, it’s not like he won’t “accidentally” leave some money behind for your time.

“Best do that.” He agrees, cornering you; he doesn’t give you a chance to respond, leans down and devours your mouth before you get the time.

Your hands slide up his arms, slow, loop around his neck, pulling him closer. You know damn well there’s no feeling in this, you’re just one of his girls, just one of his favourites, and that’s perfectly fine with you.

His tongue slips into your mouth, backing you up through your apartment. He’s memorised the entire damn layout, the smartass. All the better to get you where he wants you. You hop up, wrap your legs around his waist, let him carry you instead. Admittedly, you have a less than innocent reasoning for doing so; when he’s carrying you like this, you can grind yourself against the growing bulge in his pants.

He groans into the kiss, one hand reaching down to slap your ass where your dress has ridden up your thighs. He likes the sound you make whenever he does that, far more than he’ll ever care to admit.

You reach your room; he practically tosses you down onto your bed, which gives you a pretty good indication as to how this is going to go. That is to say, hard and rough and fast, if you know Javi as well as you think you do. You couldn’t tell anyone what his favourite colour was, or what his mama’s name was, but hell, you could tell what he liked in bed, and that was good enough for you.

He gets his shirt off, practically throws it aside before he’s on top of you, pressing you down into the mattress with his strong, firm body, his mouth latched onto your collarbone, biting and sucking a mark into sensitive skin.

“Javi!” You half protest; you’ll have to break out your most expensive concealer for work now. Nobody’s going to pay big tips to a stripper who’s clearly marked as someone’s property. In saying that, it’s not as if you truly mind, and he knows it, which is why he doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied.

He pulls your dress down, exposing your bare chest to the humidity of the air, smirking slightly before he leans down, sucks a sensitive nipple into his mouth, bites it gently.

You gasp out, your hands moving to his hair; he stops you before you get there, pinning your hands above your head.

“No touching.” His tongue flicks out, teases your nipple again before he pulls away. Keeps your hands pinned with one hand, finds the handcuffs in his back pocket. You smirk, not seeing them just yet.

“Gonna make me?”

He retrieves the cuffs, gives you a look that can only be described as smug as he locks your left hand to the bed frame, pinned so you can’t touch him. He’s in a forgiving mood though, leaves your right hand free.

“Don’t make me play bad cop, baby.” His hands tease across your thighs, pushing your dress up even further so it sits around your waist. “Though this outfit choice… definitely got me thinking all sorts of ways.”

All sorts of ways he definitely shouldn’t be thinking, if he’s honest. He can feel his cock throbbing and aching against his pants; unbuckling his belt, he tosses that aside, unzips his pants, frees himself, sighs at the brief reprieve from discomfort.

It truly is brief, though; he catches sight of your silk panties, soaked with your arousal at the sight of him. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he strokes himself slowly as he reaches out to touch you, thumb teasing your clit through the fabric.

“Dammit, Javi…” you almost whine it, drawing another smirk from him as he slides the silk to the side, spreads the growing wetness with his fingers.

“That all you got for me?” He asks, “must not be doing a good enough job…”

He doesn’t give you any warning before he plunges two fingers into you, buried to the knuckle, drawing a delicious moan from your lips.

“That’s better.” His cock throbs in his hand, almost in time with your sweet cunt fluttering around his fingers. “Look at you. So needy for me, baby. Haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You look up at him with half closed eyes, lips parted, not daring to touch him yet; you know he won’t let you anyway, not until he’s buried to the hilt inside you, and oh, how you want that. How you need that.

He watches you for a moment, curling his fingers, dragging them out slowly then pressing back in again, right to the knuckle.

“Wish I could take a picture of this moment, keep it in my head forever. You look so damn pretty like this.” If he’s not careful, he could come just from this, from fucking you with his fingers while he edges himself with his hand.

“Javi…” you whimper, and he gives in, curling and twisting his fingers, stroking your sweet spot until you come apart for him, your back arching off the bed, lips parted in a delicious scream of pleasure as you tighten around his fingers.

He pulls them out while you’re still twitching, wipes your juices along his cock slowly.

“I’d say you’re ready for me, baby. Wouldn’t you?”

He leans down, settles himself between your thighs like he belongs there. Drags the head of his cock, glistening with his own arousal and your wetness, across your soaked slit.

“Mm,” you agree, resisting the urge to stroke his back; not yet. Not yet. You know how to control yourself.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Mm? That’s not the right words, baby, and you know it.” He teases you again, pressing the tip of his cock into you, then pulling away. It takes every goddamn shred of self control that he has to do so, but he manages it. “Let’s try again, yes? Are you ready for me baby?”

You pout at him.

“Yes, officer?” You hedge a guess, mind still hazy from your climax. Javi is a simple man, truly, his kinks are easily memorised.

He shakes his head. “Try again, carino.”

Oh. OH. You get the hint almost at once, a slight blush colouring your cheeks as you peek up at him through heavily mascara coated lashes. He’s being such a fucking tease, rubbing the head of himself against your over sensitive clit, making you wriggle beneath him.

“Please, papi?” You ask, voice soft and breathy. It’s not usually something you’d be into, but Javi… somehow he makes it work for you.

“That’s it, baby,” he agrees, and sinks his cock deep into your waiting, achingly soft cunt.

“Fuck…” he groans it as he fills you, lets you wrap your legs right around his waist, “you feel so fucking good, carino…”

You gasp out, finally letting your free hand wander to his back, settling there. He doesn’t object, never objects to your hands on him when he’s buried inside you like this.

He doesn’t give you an adjustment period; he knows you better than that, knows you can take him. He’s rough from the get go, setting an almost brutal pace, but you love it.

“Fucking hell, baby, feel so goddamn good… look at you, taking my cock so well…” he moans it into your ear, half in English, half Spanish. Your brain automatically registers the translations, even in your pleasured state.

“You feel amazing, Javi,” you gasp, lean up to kiss him, a deep kiss that feels endless, like you could drown in it, drown in him. He almost laughs, almost, because he knows, trust me, he knows, he can tell just how amazing he is by the look on your face, the way you tighten around him every time he goes a little deeper, a little harder.

“You want more, huh?”

“Please, papi, I need you…”

His cock throbs almost painfully inside you; fuck, just when he thought you couldn’t surprise him, you come out with something like that, completely without prompting.

“Beg for me so prettily, carino…” he groans, lifts your hips up so he can get deeper inside you, harder and faster. He’s aware of the nails of your hand digging into the muscle of his back, but he doesn’t care. He’ll gladly trade some scratches up his back for the intense pleasure he gets from you, from the feel and touch and smell of you.

“Harder…” you beg him, and he complies, slowing down so he can drag himself out of you, inch by inch, before he slams back in, again and again, watching the way you arch off the bed to press against him before he drops his head to your throat, nuzzling into you, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites in his wake.

Every sound you make is sweet music to his ears, and quite frankly, it’ll keep him going for days - and nights - to come.

“Gonna cum for me?” He practically purrs it in your ear, “cum for your daddy, baby.”

You whimper, every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, and it’s all his fault. All. His. Fault. You’re absolutely powerless to resist him, can feel your climax racing towards its peak, and there’s nothing you can do to prevent it.

You pull against the cuffs holding your left hand in place, your free hand twisting into the bedsheets as you tighten around him, soak every inch of his cock as you pulse around him, arched up beneath him.

“You feel so good,” you manage to get out, “so amazing… fuck, Javi…”

He can’t contain himself much longer; he leans down to kiss you again, messy and hungry and desperate as his hips collide with yours, again and again, until he feels himself throbbing and aching as he empties himself inside of you, hips slowly coming to a stop. He groans softly, presses himself nice and deep to keep any of his cum from leaking out of you.

“So damn good, baby…” he sighs, looking down at the utter mess he’s made of you. You’re covered in bites and bruises where he’d kissed and sucked marks into your skin, but that’s exactly how he likes you.

“Not so bad yourself,” you say, stroking along his arm as he reaches into his pocket for the keys to the cuffs.

With a low, almost obscene groan, he pulls out of you so he can free your left hand. You can feel his release dripping out of you onto the sheets, reach down and catch some on your fingers, pressing them back inside your aching heat.

He catches sight of you, smirks.

“Keep doing that and I might think you wanna keep me around.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, rubs the angry circle around your wrist where the cuffs had bitten into skin.

You shrug.

“Isn’t that the point?” You roll onto your side, watching him, amused.

He smirks at you. Buttons up his pants. Gets up to find his shirt. “I don’t have favourites, carino.”

You smirk a knowing smirk of your own, sitting up to watch him. Your dress and panties are ruined, there’s no way you’re going to work tonight. Not in this state.

“Keep telling yourself that, Javi.” You say as he heads for the door; you can swear you hear him swear softly under his breath as he walks away.

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josephquinnswhore · 1 year

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Saviour

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader.

Summary: Escobar's men kidnap and torture you because of your acquaintance to Javier. Could you ever heal from such brutality?

Word Count: 4k

Content Warning: kidnapping, torture, sexual assault, paranoia, flashbacks, ptsd. Typical narcos violence.

Note: If you or anyone you know has been a victim or assume please report it. Or you can call your local sexual assault hotline. You are NOT alone, and progress is not linear, you are strong, you have a life worth living. I am a victim of sexual assault; I liked the 10 years later concept as it’s been 10 years this year for me since I was sexually assaulted.

"Gracias," you offered the young waitress before you, as she put your and Javier coffee on the table in front of you. With your two freezing hands you cupped your hands around the boiling cup, grateful for some relief of the bite the cold kissing your fingers with. Even with a hoodie and track pants, you were freezing, it was meant to be a warm day, regardless, it was 6:00am. The sun barely visible on the horizon, buildings meet the sky before the sun. Javier, on the other hand, was in a simple yellow button up shirt, covered with a brown leather vest and jeans, how he wasn't shivering you never understood.

"Good coffee?" You asked meeting his eyes as he licked the coffee of his lips after a mouthful of his long black. You tried to stifle a smile as you watched him roll his eyes at you, "every morning it's the same y/n." Is his typical answer, today he decided to fuck with you. "Actually, think I'll try yours today." Before you could comprehend what he said he snatched your cup and took gulp, purposefully making a painstakingly loud slurping sound, sighing loudly as he put the near empty cup before you. You watched him in disbelief, finally lifting your slack jaw off the table, "unbelievable Peña, estúpido." Asshole.

You were met with a sly smile as you both stood, departing for the day, his hand rested on your shoulder as he shrugged, "sorry Hermosa." Beautiful. Your face lit up as if you were sitting next to a furnace, face red and feeling the full effect of his words. Just trying to get out of trouble, you think. "It's fine, you can make it up to me tomorrow morning, Peña." You walked together to the end of the street about to depart, the sun has slowly started rising above the tall buildings that previously stood in its way, some warmth fueling your body. "Actually, I wanted to invite you for dinner and drinks tonight. I could use the company."

Inside your head you were yelling with excitement, jumping into his arms and kissing him, accepting the offer graciously with a kiss shared between you. Snapping out of your imagination, you were met with expectant eyes and one of Javier's hands under your chin, hiding the worry he felt behind them. "Count me in, see you at 8?" You replied with a small smile. A boyish grin spread across his face as he started to walk down the hill away from you, "See you there Cariño." You couldn't hide the smile once you turned away, heading on your own work adventure for the day. What you failed to notice was two men watching the interaction between you that morning, watching you depart and follow you to work.

"Great job today everyone! Recuerda completar completar tu tarea.” Remember to complete your homework. A course of laughter from the class of teenagers, erupted as you dismissed them, waving them goodbye as they left the small building. Volunteering to teach undereducated locals living in poverty was your passion, it gave you an everlasting sense of pride that you get to help them, that you make a difference. You checked your watch as you gathered your paperwork to put into your desk for tomorrow's lesson, 6:00pm it reads. You still had time to get home, shower and make yourself look presentable for Javier.

Reaching into your back pockets, you retrieved your car keys, annoyingly they slip from your fingers, the lack of sunlight making it difficult to see, your bare fingertips grazing the found when, ah gotcha! You wrap your fingers around the key and bring it up to the door to unlock it-

You were suddenly gasping for air as a massive pressure situated around your throat, you started thrashing in a panic, only to bump into something-someone, you tried to scream only to have a dirty rag bought up to your mouth and covered your nose. Your vision was blurring and you were starting to see double of everything as black spots accompanied the already struggling eyesight to form a picture of your surroundings. Your keys and book bag dropped to the ground as you lost all strength to stay conscious. As you struggle to stay conscious the only thing on your mind was Javier, then darkness found you and consumed you fully.

Javier had waited until 8:30pm until he became frantic, ringing your mobile in hopes to contact you, with no luck, ringing Steve to see if he'd heard from you.

The candles on the table burning furiously, becoming more wax than there was candle left, the takeout on the table becoming stale in the cold air inside Javier's apartment, the cracked open wine, as a result of Javier's restlessness waiting for you to arrive. His mind plagued with thoughts.

Maybe you forgot, maybe you went home, maybe you were held back, maybe you're just NOT interested in being around him in your spare time.

But none of those thoughts made sense to Javier, you were exceptional with communicating to him and you were always on time, "if you weren't early you were late", you would always say. Which fulled Javier's panic, this being completely out of character, it being dark and late, not to mention he was in the middle of fighting a war with the narcos. The situation became dire as he realised he kept a tracker in your scrunchie you wore everyday. He told himself it was ‘just in case’ truthfully, it was because he wanted some peace of mind, thankfully it was practically a staple of your outfits, a weird thing he liked about you, you were consistent. Logging into his phone he began pacing as he checked your location, he tracked you to a part of town that had him on edge, only 2.5 miles from your apartment, this was an area swamped with men who worked for the narcos, hitmen, assassins, recruited child soldiers, they all accumulated in this area as to keep their heads out of the government radar. You knew the dangers of that area, he knew you wouldn't just wonder into that part of town, you were in danger, he knew it, felt it. He dialled Colonel Carrillo biting his fingernails as he stormed out of his apartment into his car. "It's urgent Carrillo, bring men with you, sending you the location now." He desperately spat out before Carrillo could get a word out.

Javier pulled up two streets over where Carrillo met him with three more of his men, men he-they could trust. “Y/n’s location lead me here, be prepared for violent retaliation. Entender?” Understood?

You had no idea how long you'd been held captive by these animals. The smell of smoke filled the air, filling your lungs of thick tar. Loud music blasting, their gleeful shrieks of joy and amusement when they realise you're awake, a coldness had your hands in its grasp as you realised you were in steel shackles, a thick line leading straight into the wall. Before you could take any more details in, scream filled the air, your screams. A burning sensation was all you could feel, your skin being victim to what felt like molten lava being poured over your body. The stiff ache from your body leaving you limp and weak, all you could do was blink. Your body felt numb after a few minutes of whatever they mutated your body with. You tried to hide inside of your head, desperate to escape reality and the world closing in around you, you just wanted it to end, you begged for death himself to take you away.

Your body was tossed around by a man whom you didn't get a good look at, only hearing his muffled voice cheering to the other men, "me saldre con la mía con esta puta." I'll have my way with this whore. The men cheered him on as he roughly inserted himself into you, sobbing silently was all you could muster, you had no strength, no fight left in you as this man ravishing you slapped your face and pulled your hair from behind.

You didn't notice the moment three men stormed into the door to your left, immediately firing shots at the perpetrators, leaving them dead within a matter of seconds. You didn't notice the man as he slumped behind you onto the floor, his body limp and lifeless behind you.

A shadow of a man approaching you had you curling into yourself, knowing you couldn't take much more of this brutality, sobbing and uncontrollable shaking, the urge to fall asleep and never wake up.

Suddenly two hands were on your face, cupping them around your cheeks and you cried out, "no more please." Javier found himself flinching at this, his heart being pulled into a million pieces at the state of you. "Y/n." You knew at that moment it was Javier, but you couldn't meet his eyes, shame and guilt filled your being as he found you like this, you lie there feeling completely helpless and alone.

"Te voy a sacar de aqui ok, lo prometo." I'm going to get you out of here ok, promise.

His eyes scanned your body and saw the injuries, nothing life threatening, but he knew this would take a much harder toll on you mentally. His vest was wrapped around your bare body quickly, swiftly picking you up into his arms and carrying you to his car.

Javier ran the warm cloth over your bare body, cleaning your wounds as you sat in the tub in his bathroom. The silence becoming too much for him, he had a million questions but knew it wouldn't be helpful, it would in fact be harmful to you right now. So, he decided to shove those thoughts to the back of his head and spend all his time into cleaning you up and taking care of you.

Once out of the bathtub, the mix of red water had run desperately down the drain. As Javier bandaged you up and applied rubbing alcohol which you barely flinched at, Javier was beginning to see how this would affect you mentally, the toll it had taken. The burn marks from cigars, the stab marks from a small utensil, what he couldn't figure, possibly a screwdriver. Red and purple bruises covered your back, face and legs. The physical marks would heal, the mental scarring would stay for life.

"You should eat, Hermosa." To his suggestion you barely shook your head, food not an option as you knew you couldn’t stomach it.

Javier was silent beside you as he led you to his bedroom, slightly messy and a chaotic tone to it, it was perfectly Javier. "You can stay with me Cariño, I'll be in the lounge room. You're safe now." You sat silently on the edge of the bed, hands in your lap and eyes finding your fingernails to fixate on, you finally spoke when Javier neared the doorway, "w-wait," your voice was meek and tears fell down your face, he turned around and rushed to you immediately, kneeling down to you, waiting for you, willing to do anything for you. "Stay, please, I don’t want to be alone. Need you.” His large hands, abnormally warm, caresses your face as tears fell down his own face, something you knew you would never see from Javier, probably ever. You'd never seen him cry until now, not in the 4 years you'd known him.

He lies down on one side of the bed, you finally lie down beside him, apart but pinkies touching, you needed him, you needed to know he was here, and you were safe. He obliged, he needed you to feel safe with him, a wave of relief washed over him as you curled your pinkie around his own, the small gesture meaning more than he could say to you right now.

He listened to your labored breathing wishing he could have done more, you tried to relax so that Javier could fall asleep, and after a few hours he did, as did you.

The smell of smoke was thick in your lungs, you frantically looked around for Javier and he was nowhere to be seen, only the sticky windows clad with newspaper and the laughter of the men who had hurt you surrounded you as they took times mutilating your body.

Javier woke immediately at the sound of your screams, something he knew it would come to haunt him, his hand automatically reaching for his pistol beside the bed, scanning the room for intruders, when he found none, he realized what was happening, and his face fell into a deep frown as tears welled in his lash line.

His hands held your shoulders as he gently shook you, your arms flailing as you woke up in horror, a familiar voice pulling you out of your fears.

"I've got you, Cariño.”

The familiar smell of Javier grounded you, his body against yours in seconds, his arms around you tight enough to know he's got you, but not hurting you. Your breathing matched his after minutes of feeling him, listening to his heartbeat, finally able to bring yourself back to reality. Javier was here with you, and you were safe.

After a few minutes of silence and Javier holding you, his breathing became shaky, debating in his head wondering he should tell you, but you deserved the truth, you deserved to know it was his fault this happened to you.

“Y/n.." Javier's uncertainty caught your attention, in this instance his eyes couldn't meet your own, filled with silent tears as they fell down his face. "It's my fault they attacked you... we received intel from one of our insiders, they attacked you because..." Javier choked back tears as the guilt ate him alive, your hand finding his own and holding it to your chest, encouraging him to continue.

"Because they thought we were together. They targeted you because of me, I'll never forgive myself."

You frowned and Javier looked at you, thinking the worst by the look on your face, thinking you blame him, you hate him because of this, not that he would blame you.

"Javi this isn't on you.. this could never be your fault." Your lip quivered as you took a shaky breath, "all I could think about was you, you kept me alive through it all. I love you Javier." His eyes searched yours as your lips met his, the kiss wet from both of your tears, it being the most passion you've both felt. You had each other, at least.

1 day after the attack...

Aroma filled the apartment, Javier cooked for you, you could easily say it wasn't a 5-star meal, but you appreciated the effort, nonetheless. You reluctantly took a few bites of food, your body rejecting it before you could swallow. In tears once again, "m sorry Javi." Javier helped you clean up and shook his head rejecting your apology, "no apologies from you, Hermosa."

Javier called the DEA and told them he would be taking time off, that in itself was a big deal for you, that didn’t go unappreciated. You felt safe with him around, when he was gone for only minutes at a time, you would be peering through curtain bangs peeking through the window, checking the doors are locked, hiding under the bed. Your paranoia seemed to overcome you and Javier not once lost his calm with you.

1 week after the attack...

Yes, it had taken you 1 week, 7 entire days of Javier begging you to be looked over by a doctor, someone he trusted personally to look over your wounds, a small infection from a cigar burn was treated immediately and the doctor left you with the ointment to treat it, 3 times a day every day. You were glad Javier fought for your health. You had nightmares, every single night since, sometimes multiple times a night, you for the most part wouldn’t allow him to touch you, he was okay with this. He was still helping you shower, apply ointment and keeping your mind busy by playing card games, baking your favorite muffins (complete fail) but ended in you both laughing a little. Things seemed to be getting better day by day.

1 month after the attack...

Your infection was completely healed, like most of the scars on your body had. The scars in your mind were still fresh, feeling like every day they were being ripped open as you still struggle with nightmares and occasional peering out of the window. You were finally beginning to hold down food and fruit smoothies, trying to get your weight back up to what it was beforehand, as you had lost quite a bit. You had started seeing a virtual therapist via videocall and it had seemed to be helpful as they’d diagnosed you with PTSD, they were helping you a lot, even giving you their personal number to text whenever you needed, day by day the weight on your shoulders seemed to feel less and less. Until you hear guns firing in the middle of the night and you’re sent straight into a panic attack, you flee straight under the bed and Javier is trying to pry you out for over half an hour, that night was filled with night terrors, being held by Javier and hot chocolates, watching movies till 3am.

1 year after the attack...

Javier had officially asked you to be his girlfriend, after his devotion to you and putting his life on hold for yours, how could you say no. He was terrified to say the least, he had learnt your favorite meal and made it from scratch, a few glasses of your favorite wine were essential for this date, for his nerves (and because you liked it). He was relieved when you accepted as if he didn't believe you'd been in love with him this entire time. He had asked you to dance, it was a slow song that crated an incredibly intimate moment between the two of you, no words needed to be spoken, you both could feel the love stewing between you, how the happier days were looking forward, how your eyes were brighter than they were at the beginning, he swore one day he would make you, his wife. You made love for the first time, he was slow, considerate, kept asking for your consent to continue, spent hours making you feel loved, searched your eyes for any doubt, regret or fear, but only found love.

5 years after the attack...

You both had moved to England after Javier surprised you with plane tickets, your bags already packed, he was hopeful you'd agree, both of you starting to start a new life together, hopefully easing some burden off your shoulders if you were out and away from where you'd attached your trauma. He knew you couldn’t heal properly if you were in the environment you were trying to heal from.

You'd moved to a small country house built of brick with a big meadow, after weeks of begging Javier had agreed that you should adopt a cat, a rescue called "mouse" he was a grey and white 3 year old that was missing one eye. You figured you could help each other through the troubles you'd been through, which you did, mouse came to trust you within weeks and you never felt alone with mouse lying on your chest every morning.

Javier would never admit it but he came to love mouse as much as you do.

He was so proud of you when you finally realised you were ready to tell your story to Javier, what happened that day. You both broke down and he blamed himself, a lot. But the next morning you both knew it would be easier to move on, you could talk about your trauma and Javier learnt to forgive himself.

8 years after the attack…

You couldn't help the tremble of your hand as you looked at the tiny + that appeared on the pregnancy test after minutes of waiting, your heart felt heavy and you wondered how Javier would react, he never mentioned wanting children. Maybe this would be the breaking point after all you've been through.

Javier found the test buried in the bin half sticking out and confronted you, he was absolutely terrified, you confirmed it and both started crying, he knew immediately he wanted to have this baby with you, he wanted to have a family, the whole works. Even though your bump wasn't visible, he knelt down and kissed your stomach, "I love you kid, you and your mama are my world."

He spent every night of your pregnancy talking to your growing baby up until she was born, Javier named her "Esperanza Peña." Hope. It was that same night your daughter was born that Javier proposed to you, he knew once his daughter was born he never wanted to leave either of you. He was a fantastic dad, he changed her nappies, sang and danced with her, let you sleep overnight to do the feeds. Cried with her when she was hurt, laughed when she giggled, loved her with his whole heart.

10 years after the attack...

Here you were, watching your daughter throwing flower petals down the isle, her brown hair bouncing on her shoulders, her pastel pink gown swaying in the gentle autumn breeze. Javier immediately softening his pose and his eyes swelling with tears and heart with pride seeing how much his daughter had grown in 2 years. He gave Esperanza a kiss and she joined your family that were seated. Your entrance song started playing, you walked down the isle clutching bouquet of flowers that consisted of whites, yellows and pinks, your fitted white dress dragging about 10 feet behind you, the sheer veil in front of your face keeping you partially hidden. The lace looked beautiful on your skin, your subtle make up and half up hairdo had Javier sobbing, his eyes watching you so intently, so full of love and warmth, the sparkle in his eyes had never left all these years. He loved you now more than ever.

Naturally there was no hesitation for you both to say “I do." With that you shared your first kiss as a married couple, surrounded by loved ones, family, friends.

During your honeymoon, which was spent on a private island all expenses paid, you had turned down a cocktail, which had Javier raising his eyebrows in confusion, expectant on an answer. You exhaled a shaky breath as you handed him the pregnancy test that read + positive. He had to stop himself from tackling you into the bed of the hotel that night. Tears of happiness and disbelief fell from his lash line. “Thank you for making me a father and a husband, Hermosa.” You smiled as you thought ‘thank you for not leaving me at the altar.’ You caressed his cheek lovingly and smiled, “thank you for being my saviour, hermoso.”

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lionlena · 1 month

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Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

🍳 Joel Miller

Joel is not the best cook. Of course, he had to learn how to cook for Sarah, but he always kept things simple.

He is a supporter of one-pot meals. What he cooks for you is really delicious, but simple. There is no culinary madness about it. That's why Joel prefers it when you make dinner.

But it doesn't bother you anyway. Especially since Joel loves making breakfast for you. Whenever he can, he will get up earlier and make you a delicious breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles... Everything you like.

And if he finishes making breakfast and you're still asleep, he'll bring you breakfast in bed. He will kiss your forehead and whisper, "Get up, baby girl. I made you coffee and breakfast."

From time to time, Joel will also take you to your favorite little restaurant. This way neither of you has to cook and you can enjoy your time together.

🍽️ Oberyn Martell

Cooking is the last skill he needs, which is why he can't cook. As a prince, he never had to worry about this. Food was always served to him on silver trays. Even when he was a warrior, he didn't have to worry about it.

Of course, if he and you find yourself in a wild desert, he can easily hunt something and roast it over a fire. He would never let his Queen starve to death.

However, you can't count on Oberyn to stand in the kitchen and prepare something for you.

On the other hand, you don't have to do this either. Just tell the servants what you want and your dish will be brought to you after a few minutes.

Oberyn loves to surprise you and organize picnics for you. By the river, in an oasis in the desert, in the gardens... Once he even organized an evening picnic for you on the roof of the palace.

🌮 Javier Peña

Cooking isn't something he's great at. But he is a specialist in making drinks.

For most of his adult life, Javier learned to eat out or buy home-cooked meals.

However, it's not like Javier can't cook anything. There are a few special dishes that his mom taught him to make. And although Javier may feel insecure about his culinary skills at the beginning of your relationship, the longer you are together, the more willing he will be to prepare these dishes for you.

If you cook, you can always count on Javier to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After all, he doesn't want your beautiful nails to get damaged.

You just have to sit on the couch and enjoy the drink he prepares for you.

🥞 Jack Daniels

This may come as a surprise, but Jack is very good at cooking. All because he was a mama's boy when he was a kid. He loved helping his mom in the kitchen and cooking with her.

Now he loves cooking for you and you can't help but admire how Jack transforms in the kitchen.

It's so cute to see him without a stetson and jacket, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and wearing an apron with the "Kiss the Cook" written on it.

Sometimes you just can't help yourself and hug him from behind and then steal a piece of carrot or sausage. You then hear his scolding voice: "Sugar, don't steal... Remember your manners."

But you know he's actually smiling and it doesn't bother him at all.

But what Jack does even better than dinner is... Cakes and desserts! You've never eaten such delicious muffins, desserts, croissants... Jack always watches with a wide smile as you eat these sweets, knowing full well that you will reward him later...

🍴 Dave York

Dave doesn't cook, he doesn't even try to learn. He thinks you're better suited for it because you're a woman.

Don't get me wrong, Dave is not some fucking misogynist. He will support you in your career and support your passion and women's rights. He doesn't think that women are only good for cooking and bearing children, but... Dave grew up in a traditional home with a traditional division of roles. And he just never felt like cooking.

You don't even know if he's bad at it because he's just never tried it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't help you with other household chores. Dave doesn't mind cleaning. In fact, he's actually really good at it, because it's part of his job (cleaning up the crime scene). He can also do laundry or iron his shirts without any problems, but... He stays away from the kitchen.

But that doesn't mean you have to cook all the time. If you don't feel like it, no problem. Dave will make sure to take you out to a restaurant or order takeout at least three times a week. You are his princess and he will never let you think otherwise.

Besides, the kitchen is sometimes not meant for cooking (if you know what I mean.)

🍔 Frankie Morales

To say that Frankie is a disaster in the kitchen is an understatement. Frankie tries really hard, but he can burn anything... You never thought that somebody could burn scrambled eggs.

But he is a great helper in the kitchen. Nobody cuts vegetables as quickly and precisely as Frankie. To top it off, he never has a problem doing shopping for groceries. He doesn't even need a list. Just tell him what dish you want to make and he will know what to buy.

Frankie also knows all the best places to eat cheap and delicious food.

But surprisingly. Frankie is excellent at making barbecue. You don't understand how this is possible, but it is. And no one makes burgers as delicious as Frankie.

🍲 Din Djarin

Din hardly cooks. Most often, he makes broth and always adds too few spices. Sometimes he will also roast what he hunt over the fire, but he doesn't care what he eats.

Years spent as a bounty hunter and many planets visited had taught him to eat anything. Literally everything. Sometimes you think Din's stomach is made of beskar too.

Unfortunately for you, Grogu also has some strange food preferences (like father like son). You've seen him eat a frog more than once! But he, like you, thinks that soup with live 'octopus' is not normal!

That's why you forced Din to add a kitchen to your little house on Nevarro.

"Yes, Din, we need a kitchen!"

And you like cooking, especially for Grogu, who always accompanies you in the kitchen, because this little one is always hungry. But Din appreciates your cooking too, and you know it when he sneaks up behind you while you're cooking and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

🥗 Marcus Pike

Marcus loves cooking for you! And he's great at it, he just needs to have time for it. He used to order takeaway food very often, but not because he didn't like cooking, because he didn't have time.

But since you became his wife, he slowed down, wanting to focus more on family life. Cooking is his form of love language.

Sometimes you even have to force him out of the kitchen and tell him that this time you will make dinner. But even then, Marcus will offer to help you with cleaning and washing the dishes.

Marcus loves experimenting in the kitchen. He doesn't always get everything right, but you always praise him because you love seeing his happy smile and his eyes shining with joy.

If you get pregnant, Marcus will fulfill your strangest kitchen whims.

🧇 Javi G

Javi (like Oberyn) never had to learn to cook, he always had cooks or could afford expensive catering. However, Javi is not against cooking, especially if it makes you happy.

Just tell him what kind of dishes you like. Italian? Mexican? Chinese? No problem. Javi will hire a top chef to give him a cooking lesso.

Then he will proudly cook you your favorite dish. He will watch with impatience and nervousness as you take your first bite. When you tell him that something is delicious, Javi will go crazy with joy.

Of course, he won't finish with just one dish. After all this is Javi! Your hyperactive, passionate husband. So you can count on lots of interesting dishes cooked with love.

But of course Javi will also take you to expensive restaurants. Sometimes he just wants to spend more time with you and hold your hand while you wait for someone else to cook for you.

For the first time, I am ready to cheat on my husband Oberyn with my husband Jack or with Marcus… Oberyn, don't look at me like that, if it weren't for the servants, we would eat fried scorpions every day…

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

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lundenloves · 10 months

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couples counselling II

Did someone say angst? Gimme an A, gimme an N— no? Okay. Listen I never claimed to be happy, and this is further proof. Welcome new readers, *leans on doorframe alluringly* I love writing character demise. Happy reading, kids.

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part one | masterlist

javier being dismissive and nonchalant again. everyone calm down and stay together, this is a guided tour, follow the red flag i’m holding as we explore the peña mind.

The first seven days: in a word, torture. Well, not quite but it certainly came close by the amplified scoffs, sighs and arguments. Javier hadn’t managed to let go of the fact this whole thing was Aleta’s actual idea, a poor one at that, mumbling profanities to himself the moment he had stepped out the door. She followed behind him, refusing to walk by his side when he was being such an ignorant fuck about the whole thing.

“You want this to work?” He stopped, turning to face her in the middle of the parking lot — palms faced up in question. The sun had caught his glare, somehow injecting it with an extra dose of inconvenience just to add salt to the wound. “Huh, pateadora?”

Aleta cringed at the derogatory nickname he had used. Kicker. He’d coined it in El Paso following an onslaught of kicks to his shin under tables for inappropriate conversations, and he couldn't resist but stamp the name onto her. Like a medal to an athlete. She fucking hated it. “Get off the fucking road, pendejo.”

“Then walk with me.” His eyes followed her, condescendingly shaking his head when she’d pushed him from his stoppage. “Hardly asking for salvation, here.” Aleta groaned frustratedly at his mutter, rounding the car to enter the passenger side.

“No. You’re asking for death.”

Javier leaned his head against the steering wheel, finding his shoulders vibrating in laughter. This really was fucking ridiculous. He hit the dash with a thud, sitting back in his seat and pushing arms across his broad chest.

“This won’t work, you know.” He said, eyes fixed onto the near empty parking lot ahead of them.

Aleta studied his features, sighing at the familiar crease by his eyes and the way it loosened when he’d momentarily lifted his brow. The finger that traced across his bottom lip, then down to his jaw, smoothing over his cheek in visible stress.

“That’s only because you don’t want it to work.”

He’d snorted at that. “I’m paying two-hundred an hour for it, Aleta.”

“Fucking show interest then.” She berated loudly.

And to be fair, they’d tried. They really had tried on the task given to them. But staring at someone who literally boils your blood with a snap of his fingers was hard to do, Javier likewise, finding anything a better option than conceding to the request.

And admittedly, he’d been ducking out of it a bit. Purposely staying later at the office and tiptoeing around the house so as to not wake her when he had eventually gotten home late. He knew it would result in a chewing next Sunday at the session. He just didn’t care.

So one night when he had come home to find her sitting in the kitchen, it was endgame.

“Shit.” He dropped his jacket to the kitchen table, clutching a hand to his chest. “What the fuck are you doing?” A deep frown set across his brow, opening the fridge for a bottle of water before turning to look at her over his shoulder.

“Sit.” She near ordered, pushing out a chair for him with her foot.

He turned around. “Why.” Eyes cast downward to the floor with a sharp exhale before placing his hands on his hips purposefully. “It’s late.”

“Puto, sientas.”

Javier stared at her for a moment, his eyes twitching at her energy. He kicked the chair further wide of her leg, sitting down with his hand centre on the table. She locked eyes with him and he let out a long sigh, dropping his head to hang between his shoulders.

“You’re not trying. She asked us to try.” Aleta leaned forward onto the table, watching as he swiped his hand back toward himself.

“And you’re pushing mountains?” He quipped, sitting back and planting his feet a far distance from one another. “This isn’t a one way thing.”

“That’s what i’m fuckin’ saying, pendejo.”

Javier rubbed his face, dragging his skin down in fatigue before turning to her. “Well then let her deal with it.” An accusatory palm had been gestured toward the door, as if the Doctor was standing outside. “I don’t know why you're so insistent on us. We can’t even fucking look at eachother.” His arms thrown ahead of himself to emphasise the point.

“Fuck you.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong.” The side of his lip tugged upward at her lack of reaction, both of his hands landing flat on the table. And for a moment, a slight moment — Aleta had thought that was it for them.

And it would've been if she couldn't read Javier well, the minute flaring of his nostrils and the way he inwardly sighed, his features softening and passing as eerie hostility to anyone but the woman opposite him.

He was scared of it all.

And that’s exactly what the Doctor had clocked onto in that session come Sunday. Her notes were pointedly placed by her chair instead of her lap. It was the first thing Javier had noticed when walking in, failing to hide the crease between his brows.

“Mr and Mrs Peña.” She nodded with a stiff smile.

Javier sat back on the deep sofa, maintaining the same distance to his wife as before and looking up to the ceiling in anticipation of more headaches. The muscles in his arms flexed when his hands had been pushed through his hair, joining at his nape. “Mornin’.” He grumbled.

The Doctor took a moment before clearing her throat. “How did you get on with what we discussed?”

“We tried.”

“No we didn’t. Not really.” Javier spoke, receiving a lengthy glare from his wife.

“We did.” She bit back, wasting no time. “He’s just scared of it all.” Her words came like a dagger to Javi’s masculinity, like she’d just clawed it back and shoved him in front of a crowd. He returned his eyes to the scene before him, looking at her like a kicked dog. The Doctor tilted her head at Aleta’s words before looking to Javier.

“Does loss scare you?” Her soft tone angered him.

“No.” He replied dryly, shifting in his seat.

The Doctor allowed for his denial, her eyes flitting to Aleta who had subtly nodded as if to confirm he was lying. “He picked up extra hours. Again.”

“I already had those hours.” His arms crossed tight over his chest again in self-preservation. “I told you, I don’t know why we’re still trying. This is fucking stupid.”

Aleta bit on her lip, a projecting smile forming. “You’re the one who's paying.” Her attempt to mask the brewing anger was not working. Javier sat forward, looking toward the Doctor to ignore his wife.

“I’m paying because all you do is fucking complain.”

“And you believe the love isn’t there anymore, Javier?” There came an interception from Aleta’s pending bite, flicking a few pages deeper in her notes before looking up to him.

“No, it’s gone.” He cleared his throat while resting his elbows on his knees, looking to the floor over joined hands.

“Is that what you want?”

Javier's jaw ticked, rubbing the back of his neck before shrugging silently. His face remaining stiff, eyes stuck to the vinyl flooring as if a certain death would occur upon his looking up. “I don’t really care.” The nonchalance in his voice was expected.

“That’s bullshit.” Aleta interrupted strongly. “You fuckin’ know it is, Javi.”

He looked back at her. “Is it?” A hand ran up his neck and over his hair with a grin, her sudden reaction setting him off. “Or is that what you want? You want this whole thing to blow over?”

“That’s not what we’re here for.”

“No, we're here to waste time.” He silenced her, shaking his head before looking back to the Doctor who gave a weak smile.

“This won’t work if both parties aren’t cooperating.” She only added salt to Aleta’s wounds, the pressing of her lips rounding the words off like a fucking punch to the gut.

Javier clapped his hands once, dropping them to his thighs. “That’ll be us then.” He said, digging into his pockets to source a cigarette.

“Will it shit.”

His wife’s tone was brash, her pupils blown in impatience as he caught eyes with her. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip before sticking the cigarette to it, “I can smoke in here, right?”

The white coat opposite him nodded, shifting a few papers across her lap and back to the table. Shaking her head, she asked, “What’s the ideal outcome for you two.”

“To not kill each other.” Javier mused like this whole thing was a joke, tapping the heel of his boot on the floor. A long trail of smoke danced above his cigarette, absorbing Aleta’s attention more than his remark.

“Aleta?”

“For him to stop lying.”

She hadn’t blinked, still in a daze for the smoke.

Javier only looked at her, his eyes squinting before taking a slow drag in thought. Knee once again betraying him for the way it bounced up and down, and the quietness of her voice tightening his jaw.

“I think you two need to talk. With no avoidance.”

He snorted.

“Here. You’ll talk here.” She clicked her pen on a notebook that had been opened to a fresh page. “Javier, tell Aleta something you like about her.”

The instruction made him sigh, sitting back on the sofa and looking up in contemplation for a little too long. “Her lips.”

“Vice versa.”

“I like his eyes.”

“Who loved first?”

“Me.” Javier answered shortly, his eyes shifting toward hers for a split second.

“Recall it.”

Aleta figured out what was going on pretty quickly. It was a solemn attempt to reignite the memories in Javi’s head, maybe create a spark for a flame of their marriage to continue on.

He puffed out a breath, dropping his shoulders and looking back up toward the ceiling. “She didn’t like me, kept pushing me away.” The smoke of his cigarette came with the words, exhalation pushing them up to cloud. “But I was persistent. I wanted her.”

“Why did you want her?”

He sat forward, almost laughing with a tilt of his head. “She made me nervous.”

Aleta’s eyes averted to the floor.

“No one made me feel like that.”

The room fell quiet and for the first time, it was allowed. The white coat encouraged the way they stared at one another. Javier rubbed at his temple, leaning forward but looking back to his wife who stared down at him.

He was a stoic person.

And the breakdown of their marriage forced him to close back up. The feeling of losing that primal safety contributing to the resurface of nonchalance and disinterest.

He knew that she was aware of it.

Which only pushed him further off that cliff.

“Why did you give him a chance?”

Aleta laughed. “I don’t know.” Her smile slowly faded into a shadow, nostrils flaring in evidence to her upset.

No one had asked that before.

“How about we wrap this one up…” A smile came empathetically, closing her notebook and the matching folder titled Peña. “I just want you two to talk. That’s all.”

Javier stubbed his cigarette out in the provided ashtray, rubbing his face. “Alright.” He answered for his wife.

“And what I asked last week too. Maybe try that again.” Aleta nodded absently, unfreezing from her trance and standing up to follow Javi who held the door open. “See you next Sunday.”

Fuck. This.

It felt like Deja Vu by the time they had reached the parking lot again. Javier stood in the middle of it once more, a cigarette clung to his lip while looking back at Aleta. The long inhale he took felt futile by the way it was instantly sighed out, hand placed on his hip.

“I told you, it’s not going to work.”

“Ten years. Javier. Fucking ten years.”

His eyes looked black from where she was standing. And the calmness of his movements was telling against her building rage for every passing day, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want her.

“You really don’t want this?”

One side of his lip turned downward for the nod he gave, as if this is what he was trying to say all along. He shook his head, “No. I don’t.” Arms dropping to his sides in defeat.

He just wasn’t scared enough.

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Cockwarming with any of Pedro’s characters?

Falling asleep after a round with him, he’s still inside you so you’ll be ready when you wake up for the next round

Bestie, that's pure Javier Peña 🤌

Imagine how his hands would grip your sides, the way his hips thrust against yours, he's balls deep buried into your cunt, your clit is swollen and sensitive from all the stimulation Javier had done, he just loved making you cum over and over before entering you. The sound of skin against skin is so obscene, just not more obscene than your moans, whimpers and your voice calling his name like a prayer. Javi wasn't one to moan, but he grunted, groaned and praised you. God, that man was a praiser

"Just like that, querida, fuck mi amor, you are so beautiful"

"I love your tight wet pussy, cariño"

"cum for me, hermosa"

You give him another orgasm, shooting Javi to his own, he just couldn't resist your walls milking his cock dry, his heavy balls quivered and his load was deep inside of you. He panted, trying to catch his breath and pulled you to his lap, before lying on his back and dragging your body along with his. He was still deep inside of you, his nose sinking into your hair, smelling your scent at the same time he hasn't eased his grip around you at all. He loved all of you, because you were his.

"Take a rest now, cariño, you were so good for me"

He whispered into your ear, still inside of you.

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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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I am in need of some fluff after your Dave York angst KILLED ME lol sooooo may i humbly request fluff prompt #20:

"Thank you" || "For what?" || "For coming into my life"

with Javi Peña or Frankie Morales, your choice 🥺💗

sadie!! part two for dave is up! (just so you know, enjoy this little slice of fluff first if you prefer 😉)

I had to go with Mr. Peña, I’m in a mood, and I just want to shower that man with love.

also put this under The Ranch universe cuz I want to live there

sleepover saturday

soft spot

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Javier Peña has one soft spot. Well, technically two. One physical, one mental.

The physical one, it’s your secret weapon. He can still remember the day you found it, early on in your relationship, and the reaction he’d had was so forceful you said aloud that you’d saved the information for later. It’s specific to you, he’s noticed; other woman have kissed him there, nipped at his skin, but he’s never had the same reaction before.

It’s right behind his ear, the left side of his neck. Right where his ear starts to curve down towards his shoulder, where the skin is thinner, more sensitive.

And the mental one? You. Plain and simple. Javier always swore he’d never fall so hard for a woman, not after everything that happened with Lorraine, the guilt he’d carried with him for years, the regret that seemed to coat him like a second skin. After Colombia, he knew he was no good for anyone, riddled with stress, both post-traumatic and current.

But then…you.

You, who appeared to him like something out a of a dream, with your smart mouth and your sparkling eyes. You, who seemed to know what he was feeling without him needing to speak the words aloud. Little things, like knowing exactly when he was ready to leave a party, when he needed to just relax in the quiet for a moment, when he needed to yell and scream and vent about one thing or another. You knew him better than he knew himself, it was plain to see, and it was even plainer to see that there was absolutely nothing Javier Peña wouldn’t do for you.

His soft spot.

It was an accident, in truth, the way you’d stumbled upon the physical spot. Things were…heated, the two of you stripped down on his couch, his hands everywhere and yours following suit. You were on top of him, hips rolling in a way that made him see stars behind his eyes, and you’d grabbed his face in your hands, kissing him messily as you ground down into him. He was distracted, too caught up in the contours of your body, mapping you out with his fingers. You felt so good, and he couldn’t get enough. He knew right from that night he was hooked on you, addicted, more strung out than any drug the world could throw his way. You were it.

Then you hooked your hand around the side of his face, thumb prodding at his cheek, fingers slipping behind his ear, and you just brushed the spot. Not even a nip or a kiss or anything like that, just a gentle caress.

And he came.

It hit him like a freight train, his entire body seizing with the force of it has he spilled into you. He’d grappled for your body, pulling you against his chest, growling into your collar and gasping your name. You’d let out this airy laugh, stroking the spot again, seeming to revel in the way it made him shiver.

“Damn,” you’d whispered, tilting your head to the side, removing your hand only to replace it with your mouth, kissing the spot softly. He’d gripped your hips so hard you were sure to have bruises. “Just like that, huh?”

“It’s you, querida,” he’d breathed out, tipping his head back against the couch, letting you continue your assault, grateful when you gave him some reprieve, continuing a path along his throat, covering his neck with your affection. “I’ve never—” He gasped, body reacting as you moved your hips again, returning to the spot. “You.”

“Me,” you’d murmured, laving your tongue over the spot. “What about me?”

He honestly thought about telling you he loved you right then and there, but the time didn’t feel right. No, the admission didn’t come until later, until he’d learned every inch of you, until he couldn’t hold back the words any longer.

Fast forward, and it’s nearly a year since you moved in with him, on the ranch, the pair of you sharing the home Javier grew up in. It’s hell sometimes, dealing with the land and the animals and all the chores and aches that come with it, but it’s home.

It’s you, and it’s home.

It’s a quiet night, for once, and you’re both basking in it. You ordered pizza, cracked open a bottle of wine, ate on the couch. You found some old re-runs on TV to watch, some mindless sitcom you’ve both seen a million times. It’s comfortable as all hell, and after the pizza has been demolished, you both sprawl out, Javi on his back, you on his stomach. He’s got one arm around you, the other occupied with the remote, and he fits his other hand in the back pocket of your jeans, thumb reaching up to stroke your bare skin where your shirt has ridden up.

You make a little happy noise as you cuddle close to him, one hand skirting up his side. “Javier Peña, are you trying to cop a feel?”

He snorts, squeezing your ass. “Aren’t I always?”

You laugh back and tilt your head back, until your lips are grazing the underside of his chin. “I’d let you, but I’m so tired I might just pass out right here.”

“Could I interest you in a good old-fashioned make out instead?” he asks, pulling his hand from your pocket to rub along your curves. You grin, nodding, and Javier adjusts, moving himself lower on the couch so you can move up, until your lips slot together.

It’s slow and languid and comfortable as all hell. He lets his hands wander, squeezing and rubbing at every inch he can reach. “You feel nice,” he whispers against your mouth.

You smile again, kissing his lips once more before you’re pulling back slightly, swiping your thumb over his moustache as you lean to the side, diving for his throat. He lets you, tilting his head back slightly, savouring in your slow affection, your hands roaming his body just as much as his own. When your lips land on the spot behind his ear, his whole body reacts, just like it’s had the first time, but it’s different.

It floods his body with warmth, something bright and delicious starting in his chest and spreading through his limbs. Your second kiss is even softer, the third a mere blush of your lips. He can feel you starting to slip, your body moving even slower as you settle your head back onto his shoulder.

“You feel nice, too,” you murmur, and the words are almost slurred with sleepiness.

Javier chuckles, resuming his exploration of your body. He rubs circles into your back and you groan, sinking even deeper into his touches. “You comfortable, querida?”

“It’s you,” you mumble, fitting your face against his throat. “Of course, I’m comfortable.”

He chuckles again, holding you close. Silence settles over you, especially when he turns the volume down, feels your breathing even out against his chest. It’s a moment before he speaks, the words hushed.

“Querida?”

You sigh, the noise drenched with sleep. “Yes, Javi?”

“Thank you.”

He looks down to see your face scrunched, your brow furrowed as you adjust yourself slightly on his chest. “For what?”

“For coming into my life,” he murmurs, leaning in to whisper the words into your hair. “For loving me.”

“Don’t have to thank me for that, silly,” you whisper back, squeezing him a little. “But you’re welcome.”

Javier just chuckles, the noise turning into a sigh when you arch your neck, kiss the spot behind his ear again.

His soft spot.

You.

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babygirlism!

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𝗣𝗢𝗩: Javier gets jealous when at a dinner to discuss topics about capturing a big criminal, you winked at Steve.

In Javier’s mind: Oh my doll is playing rough, we'll see if she can keep playing when I make her moan and scream with pleasure in my bed.

In Steve’s mind: Y/n is going to be mine, she likes me... I know it.

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ellus986 · 4 months

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Swept of my feet part 4

Javier Pena x reader

Note: you work with Pena and Murphy to take down Escobar.

Warning: unprotected sex, speak of violance

You knew all along what went down between Javi and the los pepes, yet you didn’t say a word. Your heart ached after him as he was sent home, you couldn’t even celebrate Escobar’s death. Yet it wasn’t your time to go home.

“You really about to just stay in Bogota and carry on with a new drug cartel’s case?” Steve ask as he is packing his own stuff in the embassy.

“If you can get in touch with him, please forward my new number to him!” You knew what was the under lying question here.

“Don’t you want to go after him?” He doesn’t understands you.

“More than anything, but I know that he would want someone to countinue this… people are still dying from this, he would want me to carry on…” you sight as you have a break. “I hate that they made us loose all contact with eachother, but I know this is temporary, we will somehow find the way to eachother, I have no doubt about that!”

“I will give him your number if I can get in contact with him before you, if you can, please let me know you all are okay!” He hugs you before walking out. You watch him trough the window with tears in your eyes. The end of an area.

Few weeks later:

You are sitting in his chair and your heart is beating so fast. You are already waiting for more than an hour in there, when he steps in the door.

“You thought you can get rid of me?” You ask as he glaces over you suprised. “Ain’t that easy!”

He speeds in your way, in the time he gets there, you are already on your feet. He kisses you like his life depends on it. “I though I lost you…” he can’t keep his hands to himself. “It was hell without you, chica!” He mumbles between kisses.

“I knew we would find the way back to eachother!” You shiver under his touch. “Your heart belongs to mine!” You wishper, while getting his suit down, starting to unbotton his shirt. His shaky hands are under your flowery dress.

“How did you know?” He wants to get you panties down, but he forgets everything as he realises you don’t have any on. “Chica, you were waiting for me like this?”

“All day long!” You giggle as he pushes down his pants and boxers. Even you knew him as a man who loved to please you before entering you, he do not waiste anytime, he just puts you up on his desk and slides into you. “Javier!” You scream, bitting your lips in a failed atempt to not be heard by the whole embassy, while he fucks you hard and fast.

“I missed you so much, chica!” He mumble smoving even faster, like his life depend on it. “ Te amo, mi amor!” He groans, and you know very well that the walls are not that thick to hold all the noises back you are making, still couldn’t care less.

“Yo también te amo!” You scream as your climax hits you like a train. You could never imagine how it would effect you feeling him again after being away from eachother almost for a month.

“Y/N!” His voice is huskier than ever as he comes inside you. You spend the next few minutes shaking, resting pressed to eachother before he pulls out, and start to get dressed.

“I will see you later, we are neightbors again!” You giggle, as you smooth your dress down, still feeling him dripping from the inside of you. “Make yourself at home, I will be in my office!” You walk out before he could say anything. The people standing on the hallway are giving you looks, you defenetly were loud. Atleast everyone will know not to even try to get your man. He is 30 minutes in the embassy and you already marked your teratory, very classy of you.

Later that night:

“I see noone cut your hair since you were gone!” You brush your fingers through his messy locks, as it was longer than it used to be. For a long time now you were the one cuting it, even before you two ever hooked up.

“Noone knows how to cut it, just you, chica!” His answer smooths your soul.

You guide him to one of the kitchen chairs and make him sit, while looking for your good scissors. He smiles at you as you walk to him, and your heart skips a beat. As you start to trim his hair the heat keeps buggering you, until you decide to take down your dress. His eyes are dreamy until they met with all the purple patches on your body.

“Who did this to you!” He hops up grabing your cheeks, almost leading into a bloody scene as you just pull away your open scissors.

“Relax… it is nothing!” You smooth some hair out of his face. “I don’t know if you recall, but after this wasn’t a secret anymore…” you gravitate your finger between the two of you. “… we did not care who sees us in town. Well the whores who’s undivided income came from you didn’t like that!” You giggle as it was funny in a way.

“Not undivided!” He looks offended.

“Okay, almost undivided income… back to the point, as you were sent home, they thought it would be a good idea to show me who is more superior…” you can see how on edge is he. “Long story short three of them attacked me, I shoted once, everyone walked away alive, they never tried to bother me, or look me in the eyes when I walked by them.” You sound proud, you feel proud.

“Esta es mi chica…” he mumbles still concerned, but somewhat proud.

To be continued…

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