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[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 6

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Summary: Talking about the past isn’t easy for everybody. But when you trust someone, it can be therapeutic and healing to the heart.

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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +3.3k

Warnings: Angst & comfort❤️‍🩹 Mentions of parent loss and parent abandonment. Mentions of domestic violence. Brief making out scene. Mentions of virginity/first time sex.

A/N: Chapter 6 here we go. Honestly I never thought I’ll go this further🙃 glad I did tho. As always thank u so much for your support and your comments and likes and reblogs, means the world to me!

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Javier Peña was usually always angry and stressed due to the nature of his demanding and complicated work. You were used to see him walking around the office with a frown on his handsome face, leaving the base hurry, his gun tucked on his back, ready for whatever danger the next raid had to offer. He was professional and he was seriously committed with his work and his duties, he was focused on the reason that brought him to Colombia and he was certainly determined to catch Escobar.

However, every time he entered the room where you were, his whole world just lighted up. And now that you had became officially his girlfriend, he was just in a good mood most of the time.

Three days ago, you had accepted him to be your beloved one, and a sense of contentment filled Javier's from that day, a sharp contrast to his typically high-stress life as a DEA agent in Colombia. He still carried the weight of his mission, but your presence made it more manageable. The love and companionship you offered were precious to him, and he cherished every moment you spent together.

Javier wasn't going to lie to himself; he was used to satisfying his sexual needs quite frequently. Given how much he loved and desired you, taking things slow with you might indeed be the most challenging thing he had ever done. However, he wasn't a hormonal teenager, he was a grown ass man, he could keep his dick in his man pants and he could take care of himself.

He hadn't mentioned the idea of going to his or your apartment again, as he was waiting for you to take that step. He didn't dare to ask you such a personal question, but he had also spent the last two nights wondering if you wanted to wait because you might still be a virgin. It was something he had never thought about before, as he genuinely didn't care whether you were or not. He was well aware that both men and women had the right to enjoy their sexuality freely and willingly, and that included you. When he asked you if Diego knew where you lived, and you confirmed it, his mind naturally jumped to the assumption that something might had happened.

Now he needed to know if you were a virgin, just to be aware of your needs and what you expected from him. He was willing to wait for you, he can be patient when it's worth the wait. You were worthy.

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At the end of the workday, while you were organizing the documents you had translated into their corresponding file cabinets and preparing to pack your belongings, Javier appeared in your office. He had a cigarette between his lips and was still dressed in his suit.

"Hey," he announced himself, causing you to turn around with a wide smile. You rushed into his open arms, wrapping yours around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. "Does that mean you missed me?" he asked playfully.

"I don't know, what does this tell you?" You responded in a lower voice, leaning in again to place another sweet and gentle kiss on him. His hands encircled your waist, squeezing your soft flesh, and he deepened the kiss.

Javier and Steve had been invited to spend the entire day at the Colombian Embassy, attending countless meetings with the new American Ambassador for Colombia. You hadn't seen him all day until now. He hadn't even had time to pick you up from your apartment in the morning, so you had missed him dearly.

"Maybe I should make you miss me more often," he suggested as you broke the contact, his hands pulling you closer.

"Don't you dare," you playfully responded, smoothing his suit and adjusting his tie. "You look handsome, though" you added casually, but when you looked up at him again, you noticed a change in his eyes. They had darkened, and a devilish grin now adorned his face. His playful demeanor took a more seductive turn.

You couldn't deny the chemistry between you two. Every moment with Javier was electric, and your attraction to him was undeniable. His scent, a mix of cologne, cigarettes, and the faintest hint of danger, drew you in. Your heart raced as his lips found yours again in a passionate kiss, and the room seemed to close in around you as he pressed you against the desk, his hands firmly gripping your hips.

Reluctantly, you pushed Javier back slightly, your hands still resting on his strong chest.

"Javi, I..." you began, but he silenced you with another soft kiss.

"I know, bonita," he murmured, his voice still tinged with desire. "It's okay." He took a step back, but his eyes remained fixed on you as his hands moved to hold yours. "I was wondering if you'd like to grab your favorite arepas for takeout and then spend the night at my place."

You hesitated, your mind filled with memories of past experiences that had left you wary of such propositions. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea," you started, your concerns etched on your face.

Javier gave you the most irresistible puppy-dog eyes as he gently lifted your chin with a finger. "Bonita, it's just dinner and share my bed," he reassured. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want, unless you ask me to. Please, you don't even know my apartment yet."

His sincerity and the allure of spending more time with him won you over. A smile crept across your face as you gave a small nod. "Alright, Javi. But if you get any funny ideas, you'll have to answer to me."

Javier grinned, his eyes lighting up. "I promise, bonita. No funny business, unless you're up for it," he swore and winked at you.

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The night sky was pouring rain as you followed Javier to his apartment. Luckily you had an umbrella, which you used to protect the both of you, holding onto his arm as you entered the building. However, your shoes were soaking, causing you to slipped as you tried to cross the hallway to his apartment.

After he found the key and opened the door, he stepped aside, gallantly allowing you to enter first. When he turned on the lights, you were welcomed by a bachelor apartment. The place smelled just like him: a mix of male cologne, cigarettes, whiskey, and a subtle woody undertone.

Javier's apartment had a rugged yet inviting feel to it. The living area was adorned with masculine touches and minimalist decoration. The kitchen appeared almost untouched, leather couches provided ample seating, and a center table with an ashtray took center stage. By the window, there was a small bar table, which gave you a hint that this was indeed a bachelor pad. There where photos nowhere to be seen.

Javier and you took off your shoes and then he gestured toward the living area with a smile. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll go grab our arepas. Anything to drink?" He seemed genuinely excited to have you in his space, his earlier promise of not pushing things evident in his demeanor.

"Will you have coffee by any chance?" you asked, and he nodded.

"Sure, darling," he said as he placed the plastic bag on the table and began setting up an improvised coffee maker on the stove burner. You offered to help, but he insisted you make yourself comfortable on his couch.

A couple of minutes later, he returned to you with a plate of arepas and two mugs of hot coffee. Your shared love for coffee was one of those quirky things that made your connection special. Neither of you was deterred by caffeine late in the evening; it seemed to have no impact on your or Javi's sleep.

"So," you began, sipping your coffee, "how was your day?"

Javi shook his head as he took a bite of an arepa. "Terrible," he muttered when he swallowed the food, "there were so many people. You know, the suit-and-tie assholes who act like catching Escobar is as simple as catching a fuckin' cat."

Javi's expression grew more animated as he spoke. "I swear, they sit in those conference rooms, drinking their fancy coffees, and spouting off about how they'd handle it differently, like it's a damn board game. It's frustrating, dealing with people who have no idea what it's like on the ground."

You nodded, understanding the frustration. "It's easy to have opinions when you're not the one out there, facing the danger."

He smiled, appreciating your understanding.

As you gazed at Javier, your admiration for him deepened. His dedication to his work, the pursuit of justice, and the fight against the drug cartels was nothing short of heroic in your eyes.

You marveled at his unwavering commitment to making the world a better place, even in the face of danger and uncertainty. He was a symbol of bravery and hard work, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride to have him in your life.

His strength, both physically and emotionally, resonated with you. You couldn't imagine the weight of the responsibilities he carried as a DEA agent.

"Your parents must be so proud of you," you said, as you felt a pang of jealousy. You wished you had that kind of affection.

However, you noticed how his eyes suddenly saddened as he bit slowly into his food and looked at you as if he were deciding whether or not to tell you something related to your mention of his family. You and Javier had talked about a lot of things through the time you had known each other, but family hadn't been part of the conversation yet. Both of you had a dark side to that soft spot.

"I hope so," he said finally, "I had to leave my father alone at his ranch back in Laredo, my mother passed away when I was fifteen," he explained. "I can only hope that everything is worth it."

You felt regretful for mentioning his family as soon as you heard him. You could see the pain in his features, memories returning to his mind.

"Oh, Javi, I'm so sorry," you said, suddenly losing your appetite. "I had no idea..."

"Don't worry, bonita," he assured you, softening his eyes, taking your hand to plant a kiss on it. You wouldn't push him to tell you something he wasn't ready to share with you.

However, Javier leaned back on the leather couch, his eyes distant for a moment.

"My father inherited the family business his grandfather started," he began, lighting a cigarette, "he runs a cattle ranch. He was a strict but loving father." He let smoke escape from his mouth, the movement accentuating his sharp jaw. "My mother, she was the real heart of the family, always caring for everyone. There was just the three of us on a big and prosperous ranch. They gave me a beautiful childhood. I learned from them the value of hard work."

A lightning bolt struck in the distance as he continued to open his heart, and the room filled with the smoke from his cigarette. "That was until she was diagnosed with cancer, and she didn't make it within the next six months. Her loss was so sudden, unexpected. It was a tough time, and after she was gone, things changed. I had to grow up fast and take on more responsibilities."

You listened intently, your heart going out to him as he shared a part of his life that he had kept hidden.

"I've always had a good relationship with my father," he admitted, a hint of guilt in his voice. "I felt torn leaving the ranch, but my father encouraged me to pursue my career, just as my mother would have wanted. We talk on the phone regularly; he's the one who keeps me grounded."

You nodded, understanding that the ranch was more than just a place for Javier; it was a part of his identity and a connection to his family. The ache of missing his mother and the responsibilities he had shouldered at a young age had shaped him into the man you knew today, strong and compassionate.

There was a moment of silence, announcing the end of his anecdote. Having shared a significant part of his own family story, he wanted to know more about you. "What about your family, bonita?" he inquired, looking into your eyes with genuine interest. "If you're comfortable, I'd like to hear about them."

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to open up about your own family experiences. Eventually, you decided it was the right moment to share a piece of your own past.

"Well, I have two lovely older sisters, Sara and Silvia" you began, your voice slightly trembled, "but my relationship with my parents was complicated. We were the ideal picture of a perfect, happy family only when we were in front of others.'' Your voice quivered as you continued, and Javier sat closer, his presence a source of comfort, but he maintained a respectful silence as you shared your past.

"The truth was that my father was a violent, drunk man, and my mother was a strict and very religious woman," you explained, your eyes reflecting the pain of those memories. "She always hoped that our faith would save us from our struggles, but it wasn't that simple."

"As for my father, he left us when I was ten," you continued, your fingers toying with a strand of your hair. "But my relationship with my mother remained strained. She blamed me and my sisters for our father's abandonment. The pressure of her faith and our family's problems made things more difficult."

Javier's gaze remained fixed on you, his brown eyes filled with empathy. "Mi abuelo, my mother's father, was also very religious," you continued, a touch of warmth in your voice as you remembered your grandfather. "But he was so kind and cared so much for his only granddaughters after a family full of boys. He took care of us, and despite my mother's refusal to allow us to study, he paid for the three of us to go to university."

His hand reached out to gently touch yours, offering silent support.

"He and my sisters encouraged me to leave home and follow my dreams, although my mother still doesn't speak to me. She thinks I'm a whore and a stray for having left home 'without getting married,'" you explained. You got lost in the memories of your parents' fights and how you used to hide in the closet with Sara as Silvia played loud music in your shared room to shield her younger sisters from the screams and blows. ''I heard my father remarried and has two sons, but I can't be sure, he never came back to look for us.''

Javier listened to your story with understanding. He could see the pain in your eyes, and it made him want to protect you from the world. You had both shared your deepest scars, and the connection between you had deepened.

After a brief moment of silence, he gently whispered, "Thank you for sharing that with me, bonita."

"You too, Javi. I'm glad that you trust me," you said, leaning in to place a kiss on his soft lips. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the rain outside providing a soothing backdrop to your intimate conversation.

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You weren't sure how things began to heat up. It began with innocent caresses, leading to deeper kisses, and then you found yourself reclined on the length of his couch, his body almost over you, kissing your neck as his hands squeezed your thigh.

Javier was waiting for you to stop him. He would stop immediately if you just pushed him back or said "no." He was waiting for you to take the next step or to put an end to it. And when you didn't, he simply decided to go further and see what would happen.

One of his hands reached to cup one of your breast over the fabric of your dress. You moan in the middle of a kiss as he massaged your soft flesh gentle but confident. Then, he workshiped your body along your waist and hips, until he reached the hem of your dress, lifting it just enough to travel on the soft skin of your bare inner thighs. You whimpered in his ear, causing a shiver to run down his back.

But as soon as you felt his broad hand cupping your core, you gasped and gentle pushed him back.

"Wait," you pleaded as you tried to sit up straight again, catching your breath. He gave you space, pulling back. "Javi, I can't..." you said, trying to find the right words. You noticed how he tried to cover the bulge in his pants with a knitted blanket as if it was nothing. But you knew it was something. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... you know, I..."

"No, I am sorry," he said, his voice doing its best to sound composed. "I promised you there wouldn't be any funny business. I just let myself carried away."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you," you began to explain, "I do, Javi, but I don't feel I'm ready in this moment... I've never been with anyone before, it's just complicated..."

Javier's expression shifted from intense to soft and understanding. "First of all, you don't have to explain anything to me. Secondly, thank you for trusting me enough to share that with me. I don't want you to feel pressured in any way, mi vida. I respect your choices."

You met his eyes, relieved by his response. "I appreciate that, Javi. I've just had some complicated experiences in the past, and I wanted my first time to be with someone special, someone I really care about." Your hand reached for his cheek, brushing a thumb on his growing facial hair. "I care about you and I want to be with you eventually, I just need a little more time," you assured.

A tender smile spread across Javier's face, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm honored that you've shared this with me. I promise to be patient and to take things at your pace," he murmured, showing his understanding and support.

"Javi," you said, cheeks burning red, as you noticed he was having a tough time trying to conceal his desires. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Javier chuckled softly, clearly appreciating the humor in the situation. "Yeah, maybe I should," he replied with a lighthearted grin. "I'll be back in a minute. Don't go anywhere."

You flushed. "Don't worry, I'm not planning an escape."

He disappeared into what looked like his bedroom, and you couldn't help but giggle to yourself. The situation had shifted, but it was comforting to know that Javier respected your boundaries and was willing to take things at a pace that made you comfortable.

A moment later, Javi returned with his hair wet and dressed in sleeping pants and a t-shirt. You realized that you had never seen him like this before: so homely, relaxed, vulnerable, simple.

You couldn't help but smile at the contrast between the fierce DEA agent you knew and the cozy, relaxed man he was right now.  You were used to seeing him in his usual shirts, jeans, and boots for raids, or suits and business shoes for meetings. The man in front of you looked like he had never used a firearm before, like he had never chased a drug dealer. He looked just like an ordinary early-middle-aged man.

As Javier settled down next to you on the couch, he let out a contented sigh. "This feels good," he admitted, looking around his own apartment as if he was appreciating it in a new light.You nodded in agreement, appreciating this intimate moment of vulnerability. It was a side of him you cherished, and it only made you feel closer to him.With a sense of peace, you snuggled up beside Javier on the couch, and you both enjoyed the simple comfort of being together in his cozy apartment, where for a while, the challenges of your lives were left behind.

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[lionlena]

I'll protect you... (bc you're mine) JavierPeñaxchubby!f!reader

OMG. I can't believe I managed to write this. It's almost past midnight (in my country) but I had to finish this. Inspired by a wonderful oneshot DESERVE IT  by @creedslove​ I wrote something similar.

It wasn't supposed to be smute but I blame it on you @creedslove​ (You are wonderful and thank you for helping and listening to me)

So chubby!reader accidentally had a date with Escobar's man. While talking to her boss and agents, one of the CIA agents insults her. Javier comes to her defense. She thinks Javi is only doing it out of pity, but... Hmmm... Read this ;)

Warnings: +18, NSFW, angst, fluff, some swearing, derogatory comments about a woman's appearance, mild anxiety, oral sex, dirty smut, possesive dark!Javier (but just a little bit) implied unprotected p in v

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When you entered the embassy in the morning, you were in an excellent mood. You had a great date the day before. At the bar you met a nice Colombian who bought you a drink. You danced with him a few times and he promised you that you would see each other again soon. However, your good mood was quickly ruined when your boss summoned you to a meeting in his office.

You didn't know what you did wrong. You were an ordinary administrative worker and you did your job very conscientiously. Your mouth went dry as you walked into your boss's office. There were two CIA agents there, but there was also Javier Peña. He was leaning against the desk in his skinny jeans and navy blue shirt. Oh god, that man was so hot. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. The truth was, you were crazy about him. Every time you brought him some papers to sign, you got butterflies in your stomach. At the same time, you felt that you had no chance with him. You knew his reputation. Besides, you didn't think Javier was attracted to women of your type.

Sure, you were beautiful. But you knew you had more pounds than other women. You weren't tall or thin.

"Y/N we need to talk."

Your boss's stern voice snapped you back to reality. What have you done wrong? You mixed up the documents? Maybe you gave something that belonged to the DEA to the CIA. Or vice versa.

"What happened?" you asked with a slightly trembling voice.

CIA agent Josh showed you a photo of you and Leonardo outside the bar.

"So what, are you dating Escobar's sicario?!"

"What?!"

You felt weak and your heart was beating like crazy.

"This man works for Pablo Escobar."

You heard Javier's voice. Unlike Josh, he spoke calmly to you. And you were really grateful to him for that.

"I... I really didn't know." You looked at your boss. "I swear... I met him a few days ago at the store... He was kind and helped me get something from the top shelf" You heard Josh snort and felt even worse. "Yesterday... He recognized me, he bought me a drink... That's it..."

"Did you tell him you work at the embassy?" asked Adam, the other CIA agent.

You shook your head in "no".

Josh slammed his hand on the desk and you jumped. You didn't even notice that Javier was standing right next to you.

"Then he must have known that. Otherwise why would he be hitting on you. Look at you?! What other reason would he have?"

Tears stung your eyes and you couldn't say anything. Fortunately, you didn't have to.

"Hey! Aren't you exaggerating?"

You heard Javier and looked at him surprised. He looked really pissed off.

"Is it so strange that he approached a pretty woman? I don't blame him."

"You go for everything, Peña." Josh barked back.

"And you, you're blind and stupid! And you're waving your little dick..."

"Gentlemen! Enough!" Your boss's scream interrupted the argument. "You're acting like children." His gaze fell on you. "Y/N you can go for now. If there's any doubt I'll call you back."

 You almost ran out of the office. You had to hide. You weren't able to sit down at your desk and work normally after all that. Of course, you chose the women's restroom as your hiding place. You locked yourself in the cabin and let the tears run down your cheeks.

You knew what your body looked like and for years you learned to accept it. You were on the right track, but... One asshole ruined everything. You heard a knock and screamed

"Occupied."

"Everything's all right?"

You couldn't believe whose voice you were hearing. You quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks even though Javier couldn't see you anyway.

"This is the women's restroom, agent Peña"

You heard a soft sigh on the other side, and though you couldn't see him, you had the impression that he leaned against the door.

"Josh is an asshole, but he's right about one thing... That sicario might know you work here. You need to be careful Y/N. Don't go to that bar again."

"Ok." you whined. "Can you leave me now?"

"Yeah, but... You just know where to find me. And... There's no point in crying over a dick like Josh."

You didn't answer, and Javier stood outside the door for a few more minutes. You finally heard him leave and breathed a sigh of relief. You didn't want his sympathy, but also... He seemed so nice and sincere that you felt a little better.

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You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. Josh's words came back to you like a nightmare. You couldn't even eat anything. Because of all this, you didn't make it with the documents and stayed overtime.

When you left the embassy in the evening you saw Javier leaning against the car. He looked like he was waiting for someone. As soon as he saw you, he threw out his cigarette and quickly made his way towards you.

"I'll give you a lift." - he said.

You were really surprised by his behavior.

"I'll be fine." You replied a bit coldly.

"Y/N, this really isn't a good idea. Personally, I wanted you to get protection."

You snorted and said:

"From whom? Leonardo? Josh? Or you?"

You didn't want to be mean to him. But you were tired and sure that Javier just felt sorry for you.

"Hey, I really just want to help you."

"But I don't need it. I don't need your sympathy!" You groaned and just walked past him.

 But you soon regretted it. The streets seemed strangely quiet and somehow darker. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you passed the alcoves. Colombia was a dangerous country. People were kidnapped straight from the streets... Sometimes even during the day. You saw a group of young men in the distance and you thought Leonardo was among them. You stood still and started shaking.

What if everyone was right? He knew you worked at the embassy and wanted to get information out of you? Paranoid thoughts ran like crazy through your head. You decided to run towards the embassy. But when you turned sharply, you hit in a solid body. You screamed as you felt a grip on your shoulder.

"Y/N, relax, it's me, Javi!"

You opened your eyes and instinctively grabbed his leather jacket.

"What is wrong?" he asked, his hand going immediately to the gun.

You glanced behind you at the group of young men and realized that most of them were kids. "I thought I saw Leonardo." you whispered.

Javier sighed and pulled you closer. He put his arm around you protectively.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. But will you at least let me protect you now?"

You nodded your head and snuggled closer to him. You were really scared, and his body felt like a safe place. He slowly started to lead you towards where he left his car.

 "Did you follow me?" you asked after a moment.

"Well... I was more like protecting you. I wanted to make sure you got home safely. And to tell you that I didn't stand up for you because I felt sorry for you. I did it because I thought you were an attractive, hot woman."

 You were in shock. You felt your cheeks burn. As if that wasn't enough, Javier's hand gripped your hip tighter.

 "And I would do anything to prove it to you."

"Everything?" it slipped from your mouth.

Javi stopped, looked down at you and licked his lips.

"Everything, mi dulce"

He cupped your chin with his hand and then bent down and kissed you deeply. For only a split second, you thought you should push him away. But he was so sweet. When he pulled away from you, he shoved his knee between your legs, and you looked around nervously. You were still on the street. It was empty, but you were still worried.

"I want you to ride me." he whispered close to your ear. "I want to eat you, bite you and lick you. I want your whole body."

"Javi" you groaned.

His words and the pressure of his leg made you wet. You clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you from drowning.

"Come on, baby. Say you want it too. I'll obey your every command."

"I want...I want you to take me to your place."

You didn't need to say any more. He hugged you again and began to lead you quickly to the car. Like a real gentleman he opened the door for you and waited for you to sit down. Who would have expected that from Javier? As he took the driver's seat, you could see he was already half hard. You also couldn't wait. As if that wasn't enough, he grabbed your thigh with his free hand and began to travel up your leg.

You felt a little anxious. Now that you're in his car... with hot Agent Peña. You started thinking too much. He's had so many women before you. What if you fail him? You didn't even realize you were so nervous until he spoke up.

"If you've changed your mind, no problem. I'll drive you home." His voice was so gentle it was hard to believe.

"I... It's nothing."

 You looked down at his hand. Your skirt was pulled up and exposed your plump thigh. As if reading your mind, Javier began to gently stroke your leg and said:

"There's no reason why you should have a complex"

Then he took your hand and placed it on his bulging crotch.

"If you don't believe me, at least believe my dick. He doesn't lie."

 You couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Javiert smiled smugly when he saw that he had made you feel better.

"As soon as you're in my bed, I'll make all those bad thoughts disappear from your mind, hermosa."

 At his words, you felt yourself warming up again. When you finally arrived, Javi clung to your back. He hurriedly opened the door and began to undress. He threw aside his jacket and shirt. He took off his shoes then sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap. He started to run his hands under your shirt. He squeezed your breasts and covered your neck with kisses. He grabbed your shirt and looked at you with his brown eyes.

"Can we get rid of this?" he asked gently.

You nodded and he took off your bra as well. You saw how his eyes sparkled with delight when he saw your naked breasts.

"You're so delicious, baby. I don't know where to begin."

He started licking and kissing your breasts as you writhed on his lap. He teased your nipples, pinched them and bit them gently with his teeth. You grabbed his hair and started moaning. He pulled away from you and hooked his thumbs up the waistband of your skirt.

"Can we move on?"

"Yes!"

He laughed at your reaction.

"So impatient. Relax, I'll give you everything."

 You got up from his lap and he helped you get rid of the rest of your clothes. You felt so exposed for a moment, but the way he was looking at you... Oh god. He looked like a hungry animal. He ran his hands over your body in awe. He grabbed your hips and pulled you to him. He kissed you deeply and then switched places with you. You sat down on the couch and he knelt in front of you. He placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs apart.

"So pretty." he said to himself and started kissing your thighs.

 After a while you felt his warm breath on your pussy. You threw your head back as his tongue began to curl around your clit. You grabbed Javier's head. You didn't know if you wanted to push him away or hold him. You've never felt like this before. His mustache tickled your sensitive labia, stimulating you even more. You started to squirm, but his strong hands gripped your thighs. His fingers dug into your skin. You knew he'd leave bruises all over you, and you had no problem with that. You felt yourself leaking as his tongue began to dig inside of you.

"Javi... I..."

"Yes, cum for me. Feed me."

You groaned deeply as the shock ran through you. Your legs were shaking and Javi continued to lick you as you slowly came out of your orgasm. As you tried to catch your breath, he rested his head on your thigh and looked at you like a puppy. Your juices were running down his chin and he looked so pleased you almost forgot he was still wearing his pants.

"Javier?"

"Hmm, cariño?"

"You said I'd get anything I want."

He smiled and nodded.

"What do you want, princesa?"

"I wanna ride you."

His eyes turned almost black with desire. He immediately got up and extended his hand to you. Seeing the question in your eyes, he said:

"I don't think you want to do it here. The bed will be more comfortable."

You nodded your head and grabbed his hand. As he led you to the bedroom, he immediately took off his pants and his penis popped out and stood proudly. Droplets of pre-cum glistened at the tip. He was wonderful and you were not surprised that women were so eager to return to his bed.

"Do you like what you see?"

You nodded and he walked over to you and gripped your hips tightly.

"And you know what I like? Your body marked with my marks so every fucking sicario knows you're mine."

You shivered hearing his possessive voice. You screamed as Javier bit your arm.

"If any more of Escobar's men come near you, they'll find his body dumped in a ditch with a bullet in his head. From now on, I'll protect you because you're mine."

His words made your pussy clench around the emptiness.

"Javi please..."

"Say it!"

"I'm yours."

"Yes, you are mine. And I am yours. And now you will get what you want."

He pulled you onto the bed. He lay down on his back. You sat on top of him and he placed his hands on your lap. He bit his bottom lip and kept his eyes on you. You slid your fingers into your pussy, collecting the moisture and then smearing it on his cock. He gasped and moved his hips. You felt you had complete power over him, but you didn't want to tease him. You were so on fire that you needed him inside you. You got up and grabbed his cock in your hand. You were slowly going down. You moaned as it filled you up. You placed your hands on his chest to gain some leverage and started riding him. His moans mingled with yours. Javier's hands were squeezing your breasts and you felt yourself getting closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

"I'm close..." you groaned.

"Yes, yes honey... I'll be right behind you."

You threw your head back as the electricity from your pussy shot through your entire body. Javier got up and wrapped his arms around your body digging into your pussy. You clenched around his cock and he let out a growl and felt his cum fill you. You fell on the bed together.

After a few minutes, Javier sat down and reached for a cigarette. As he smoked, you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. His hand was stroking your hair and he was right about the bad thoughts. He threw them all away. You forgot Leonardo, Josh... Everything. Javier was the only thing on your mind. You felt sleepy. Javier covered you with a blanket and whispered:

"Sleep, mi amor. Tomorrow I'll drive you to work and make sure no one hurts you."

"Thank you Javi." you whispered.

The last thing you felt before falling asleep was a gentle kiss on your head.

*

A few days later, you heard an amazing rumor. You immediately ran to Javier. He was just making coffee. When he saw you, he smiled widely.

"Princessa"

"Javi, do you know what happened?" Without waiting for his response, you added "Apparently someone called Josh's wife and told her about his hooker trips. Do you know anything about that?"

"I?" Javi looked awfully proud of himself. "Who could have done this? Some really bad man."

He walked over to you and grabbed your ass with one hand, squeezing tightly. You jumped slightly.

"Javi" you hissed. "Not here"

Not caring about your words at all, he whispered directly into your ear:

"Mine."

*

Next part: Part 2  (but be warned, Javier will turn into a toxic asshole who will control the reader)

#javier pena x reader #javier pena #narcos #javier pena fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #chubby!reader #hurt/comfort #javier is so sweet #pedro pascal characters

[magz]

Quoted from "Let's Talk Palestine" (instagram channel)

February 29, 2024 update:

• Gaza death toll surpasses 30,000, around 25,000 being women and children. Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor estimates the real number including the thousands buried under the rubble at over 38,000

• Israeli forces opened fire on hundreds of Palestinians awaiting “life saving aid” in Gaza City killing 112 and injuring 760

🇺🇳 Algeria requested a UN Security Council closed meeting on today’s massacre in northern Gaza; Secretary General statement affirmed the UN condemns the massacre and is “appalled” by the total death toll in Gaza

• 10 children in Gaza killed by starvation this week; UNRWA says aid “decreased by half” since the Jan. ICJ South Africa v Israel case

• Haaretz: Crowd of Israeli settlers protesting at Beit Hanoun crossing “broke through” the military checkpoint, entering northern Gaza to call on the gov’t Gaza settlements — some made it 500m before being stopped by Israeli police. While Israeli protesters continue blocking aid trucks at Karem Abu Salem crossing

March 1, 2024 update:

🚨🇳🇮 Nicaragua v Germany ICJ case

Nicaragua filed a case at the ICJ accusing Germany of facilitating genocide and violating its obligations under the genocide convention by providing political, financial & military support to Israel + halting funding to UNRWA.

Further arguing Germany’s complicity in war crimes, the illegal occupation of Palestine, and Israel’s apartheid regime through its long-standing support of Israel.

Nicaragua requests the ICJ to issue emergency provisional measures for Germany to:

• Immediately halt all aid and military assistance to Israel that violates the genocide convention & international humanitarian law

•Ensure already delivered weapons aren’t used to commit genocide or violate international humanitarian law

• Resume funding to UNRWA + ensure humanitarian aid reaches Palestinians

This case is a warning to all countries that they can be held accountable, as their unconditional financial & military support to Israel makes them complicit in genocide.

• 193 Palestinians killed, 920 injured in Gaza in the past 24 hours

🇺🇸 US to airdrop aid to Gaza in the “coming days”; it’s important to note that airdrops aren’t the most effective means to deliver aid, WHO stresses the safest and easiest way is by land through crossings which Israel has deliberately blocked from entering Gaza

🇨🇴 Colombian president announces suspension of all arms purchases from Israel and accused Israel of genocide in direct response to yesterday’s ‘flour massacre’ where Israeli forces fired at Palestinians awaiting aid trucks in Gaza City, killing 115 Palestinians and injuring 760

🇪🇺 EU to reinstate funding to UNRWA by sending $ 54.2m next week – EU Foreign Policy Chief says this indicates the EU acknowledges UNRWA as “irreplaceable”

• Hamas says 7 Israeli hostages have been killed by recent Israeli bombing; several hostages have been killed by Israeli attacks since Oct 7, including 3 who were shot by Israeli forces

#text post #o post #palestine #genocide

[mirambles]

Rocky Aur Rani Ki Prem Kahaani - An honest review

I watched Rocky aur Rani ki Prem Kahaani because everyone I know on social media and few close folks in my real life said it was very entertaining - funny, progressive, feminist , and it showed gender equality.

So I was taken aback, because the general sentiment for KJo movies should be ‘It’s so shit, but I love it’ - that is a sentiment I can live with because we all have our guilty pleasures.

KJo has his audience who love the shit he pulls off every time he ‘directs’ a film with toxic masculinity, regressive female leads , justifying infidelity (always the answer to unhappy marriages) , glorifying Indian culture, where he adds 30 mins of melodrama and lectures to make the characters redeem themselves. Kjo’s movies are as lame as they can be, but people love them. I get it - ‘this shit is so bad, it’s so good’ category of films. Guilty pleasures are exactly this!

So sell me his new offering in exactly this manner - but all reviews and social media comments were glowing words of praise of how he has addressed today’s issues and it’s a progressive film. Are people suffering from amnesia or have they not watched better Bollywood films? Because I have a whole list of films you should watch that actually deal with ‘progressive’ mindsets - way before Kjo’s time!

Rani is a feminist. A FL as feisty news anchor who gives a 5 min lecture on men’s gaze, objectification of women and rape culture, but does an absolute U-turn 5 mins later by objectifying a handsome man in front of her. This is gender equality. Tit for Tat.

Wearing open back blouses to work is sign of new age feminism (Will I get trolled for sounding old school - has KJo ever stepped inside a corporate workspace - who dresses like Rani does?) What’s next? Women CEOs wearing bikinis? And why not get all men to dress like Rocky Randhawa - that would be peak gender equality in dress code at workplace.

Infidelity is the answer to all unhappy marriages. Remember KANK? Yes, let’s repeat that here, but let’s twist it into unrequited love between the senior citizens. Then add memory loss and illness excuse to get the 80yr old grandpa smooch his 75yr old ex-lover in front of his wife and entire family. The issue is not old age love, age is never a restriction to fall in love, the issue here is infidelity. But if this isn’t cringe enough, let’s completely destroy the most beautiful romantic number in Bollywood by playing it in the background to immortalise infidelity and later lust under the garb of love.

Let’s get back to our feminism torch bearer Rani, who has now jumped from knowing the guy for two meetings to lusting over him. She is honest with herself (not with Rocky mind you, because at no point have they had any conversation about themselves) that she is in it purely for the physical attraction, it’s just a fling for her. She is an elitist , feminist, Colombian grad, Bengali Girl (who has a terrible Bengali accent) and the crude, can’t speak English well, Gucci/Fendi wearing, Ferrari driving, protein shake drinking, loud Punjabi boy doesn’t match up to her standards. Kjo’s new level of feminism - make women pull the exact shit on men that men have put women through for decades. Tit for Tat! Gender Equality.

Btw at this point I still don’t know why Rocky loves Rani - love at first sight is always about the looks and physical attraction, so convince me why he loves her - because isn’t he this walking-talking green flag just by being understanding of his grandpa’s feelings and calling out Rani checking him out. A walking green flag who gets his grandpa’s ex-lover and his grandpa together to help his grandpa get better - because love is the cure for all illnesses. All doctors and medical researchers have been wasting their time on getting degrees and super specialisations - please enter Kjo’s school of love.

So now Rani realises she is in love - when and why and what changed her feelings from lust to love - I do not know. She drives on a 4-lane highway in the opposite direction - woman should have died there for her reckless driving, but she lives to propose to Rocky on a f&*king Highway! Bollywood I love you for pulling off this shit.

This is supposed to be the pivotal point in their relationship where she professes her love to him, going down on one knee (because hey you see role reversal - she is the feminist, the alpha female) and telling Rocky everything that HE IS NOT , listing her resume and her exes’. Therefore implying he doesn’t deserve her, but she is taking the high road and still falling for him. All the reasons she lists that she loves about him are actually about his physical aspects = Lust. She doesn’t list one meaningful quality that she actually ‘loves’ about him.

It is at this point that I gave up on the film, because after this RRKPK became a collation of scenes dedicated to social media trending topics:

1. Women burdened with household work

2. Women not liberated enough to pursue their dreams

3. Women being fat shamed

4. Cancel culture

5. Men being shamed for pursuing classical dancing (KJo research FFS - 50% of India’s top kathak dancers are males right from 1940s! )

Each topic got 1-2 scenes, tweets converted to preachy dialogues uttered by our ‘feminist’ queen and zero closures or character growth.

The only thing that works in this movie - is Ranveer , not his character, but him! He is effortless in this role, his comic timing is superb, needs some work on emotions.

Alia is a shadow of her awesome self on screen post her marriage to Ranbir. It hurts to say this, cause I have loved her in all her movies except SOTY.

Can people age gracefully, I couldn’t bear to look at Shabana Azmi and Jaya B - former was gorgeous as hell in her younger days, now is swollen with all the Botox fillers! Jaya has forgotten to act completely. Dharmendra should not even be acting anymore.

What was the point of rest of the cast? Only Alia’s dad was a decent act.

The one thing I absolutely love in KJo movies is the music and songs! These were crap too. What Jhumka? Because ruining all the songs from ‘The Golden’ decade of Bollywood was not enough, so they made a terrible mashup of Badtameez Dil & Jhumka Gira Re and killed both the songs in one go! Takes some skill doing this - well done!

Why this long rant if I disliked the movie so much, that too KJo movies? I wouldn’t have written one, if the reviews and comments were honest about the movie being average, typical entertainment; but the moment people praised it to nth level of being socially relevant with feminist heroine and gender equality - they deserved to be called out for their shallow thought process thinking that KJo actually cares about any of this stuff.

Worst people think this is ‘quintessential’ Bollywood. Please watch better films - like Amitabh’s roaring 70s, the romance films of 90s, the fun comedies, the glorious slice of life films from Hrishida, the Yash Chopra multistarrers - that’s quintessential, genuine, charm of Bollywood.

Lastly before I wrap this up - RRKPK when literally translated is Love Story of Rocky and Rani. I spent 2.5 hours on this shit show and I still don’t know the answer to why and how they fell in love! They didn’t have one decent conversation about themselves! The latter half is about them wooing their families. The film should have been aptly titled ‘Randhawa and Chatterjee Ki Prem Kahaani’ - It’s all about loving your family - K3G Part 2!

#rocky aur rani ki prem kahani #rrkpk #karan johar #ranveer singh #alia bhatt #shabana azmi #Jaya Bhaduri #dharmendra #film review #honest review #Bollywood #kabhi khushi kabhie gham #hindi films

[vague-humanoid]

Colombian authorities said Israeli tourists would stay at hotels and take yacht trips and go to drug and alcohol-fueled private parties where women and minors were offered as “sex slaves.”

The children and teens were paid $63-126 for each “meeting” with Israeli tourists, and were forced to join a WhatsApp group called “Purim,” presumably named for the drunken celebrations that take place around the Jewish holiday, the Ynet news site reported.

#this has to be sacrilege #csa mention #sex tourism #colonialism

[mrvlbimbo]

A Series of Nights pt 4

Night four (a night out)

Pt 3

“Ohmygod, we slept together,” she gasped out, scrambling up from her position and grabbing his shoulders excitedly. 

“I think I’d remember that,” he chuckled, not sure what she was getting at. His foul mood was nowhere to be seen that morning, which was a nice change of pace. 

“No dumbass, we slept. Like for the first time in a month I got a decent night's rest,” she explained, shaking his shoulders. Her eyes were lit up with excitement and he couldn’t help but laugh again. 

AKA

partners awkwardly share a bed because its the only way for them to make the nightmares go away, chaos ensues

The next few weeks were soured with killings by the narcos. Pablo Escobar had been slighted by the Colombian government and he clearly wasn’t taking it well. When the dust first settled Javier tried to look on the bright side, this assassination made the cartel a more legitimate threat and it gave them more validity in their war against the narcos. 

Things were going well with the three partners. Although Murphy didn’t let up on his teasing, they had seemingly managed to convince him nothing was going on with them…yet. 

Steve spent the most time with the two of them and it wasn’t hard for him to see that there was some lingering tension. He wasn’t a body language expert but the way their eyes trailed over each other's bodies when they thought no one was watching was downright feral.  

So he spent his free time teasing them. And maybe he was a bit too interested and when he came home after a long day of work to tell his wife all about how his coworkers were obviously in love it was a bit weird. She of course found it endearing at first. But over time the waiting game started to annoy Connie as well and the two reluctant lovebirds gained another fan. 

With the two of them scheming, it was only a matter of time before they came up with a plan to get the oblivious agents together. Steve invited his coworkers out for a drink and Connie tagged alone, essentially making it a double date. 

Javier opted to meet them there, wanting to bring his own car so he could leave when he felt inclined. The rest of them loaded into Steve’s car. The two women quickly caught up, having known each other well enough back when Steve and his partner were working in Miami. Connie of course would not stop asking about Javier which she found a bit suspicious but not too much. She hadn’t met the man and it was natural for her to be curious about her husband's other partner. 

“Sooooo, Steve tells me you’ve got some workplace romance going on with one Javier Peña.” Connie giggled, pushing the other woman for details about her budding affair with the playboy agent. 

“Your husband is a nosey little gossip, Connie. There's nothing going on between me and Peña.” She couldn't help the little smirk that pulled at the corners of her lips. The idea of having a “workplace romance’ with agent Peña wasn't a bad thing to think about. 

“Well maybe not yet,” Steve mutters, causing her to give him an unamused look, rolling her eyes and groaning at his persistence. Connie takes that as her signal to get up and grab them some drinks. 

“What's that supposed to mean?” she snapped, glaring across the table at her partner. 

He didn't respond, instead just giving her a knowing look and an infuriating little smirk. That was until Connie came back with a whole platter of shots. They took turns knocking them back until the plate was just about empty and then they got back to the conversation at hand. 

“It's obvious you two have the hots for each other,” he scoffed, words slurring a little bit under the influence of the tequila he had downed. 

“And how do you figure that?” there was less venom in her words now, a genuine interest peeking through. If she was being too obvious about her ‘barely-there’ crush she wanted to know. But she also wanted to know if there was any chance the feeling was mutual. 

“Oh Javi, I just can’t sleep without you,” he speaks in a downright dreadful impression of her, his southern accent poorly impersonating a breathy feminine tone she rarely if ever spoke in. “That's how you sound,” he asserted. 

“I do not.” She couldn't help but giggle at his little display, blushing at the idea of her coming onto Javi so brazenly. Maybe it would work, she had just enough drinks in her to consider it. 

“Oh and don't even get me started on him.” She sat forward in her seat at that. Connie smiled at her obvious interest when Steve mentioned the other man and how he might feel about her. “The way he looks at you should be considered public indecency. Plus I dont think I’ve ever seen him smile like he does when you’re giving him grief.” 

“Speak of the devil,” Connie added as the man in question strided through the door. 

He walked in like he owned the place, looking around passively until he noticed the people he was looking for. 

He looked calm but the breath was sucked out of his lungs when he sat down next to his partner and noticed her far too short red dress. It was fitted with a deep v and a slit in the side so it just barely covered everything that needed to be covered. 

He grabbed a shot glass off the table and threw it back before he even spoke. He meant to stay sober that night and for the most part he did but he needed that first shot to take a bit of the edge off. “You clean up nice,” his partner commented, trailing her hand over his arm absentmindedly as she took a shot of her own. 

He could already tell her and Steve had had a bit too much to drink before he got there. He cursed himself for the extra few minutes he spent in front of the mirror deciding on what button up shirt and jeans combo he would wear that night. Connie spoke up, being the only one not a bit intoxicated. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Agent Peña. Your partners have told me a lot about you,” she commented, giving the other woman a knowing look. 

“All bad I assume,” he joked, placing a hand on his partner’s shoulder as if he was asking for confirmation. 

“I can’t believe you think so little of me, Javi,” she scolded, slurring her words a bit as she swayed in her seat. 

His body heated up at the nickname. Plenty of people called him that but it was different hearing it from her lips. She rarely called him by his first name anyways, opting for his last name instead. 

“Let's dance!” Steve offered, tugging his wife out of the booth after him. Clearly he wanted to get his hands on her in a way that was appropriate for a public setting and that was the best way to do so. 

Javier looked over at the woman sitting next to him and grinned. “You gonna dance with me, partner?” he teased, lacing his fingers with her and standing. 

She stood shakily and followed him to the dancefloor, stumbling over her feet and leaning against him heavily. She swayed against him to the music, taking in the distinctive smell of his cologne and his firm hands on her waist. The bumping music of the bar was the only sound between them, both knowing any conversation would make the whole thing awkward. 

Their close proximity and the friction of dancing was bound to cause a situation for Javier. He excused himself before he could get himself in trouble for grinding his very obvious erection on her ass. 

When he returned she was at the bar with another glass of something dark. She sipped it down quickly and placed it next to another empty glass that hadn’t been taken yet. Before he could take the seat beside her another man seemed to have the same idea. 

He glared at them from across the bar, hot anger coursing through his body. He wasn't the jealous type, he had no room to be. None of the women he was with ever had any implication of exclusivity. He didn’t mind it that way, he knew he was the best so he didn’t need to be the only one. 

It wasn’t jealousy he was feeling, it was rage. She was well past drunk and this creep was looming over her, staring her down with a predatory gaze. Javi was gritting his teeth when the man leaned closer to her and put his hand on her leg.

She shrunk away from him, not able to get up from her seat in her drunken haze. She looked scared and confused, he saw red.

He wanted to rush over there and punch the guy in the jaw, but he needed to handle this with tact. Instead he calmly walked over and took her face in his hand, “How's my girl?” he murmured in her ear, so close his lips were brushing her cheek in a closed mouth kiss. 

“Javi!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and trying to pull him closer to her. By now the man who was bothering her was long gone, giving the two of them a glare from across the bar. 

 “Come on. Let’s get you home,” he grumbled, dragging her out of the bar. 

He draped an arm around her shoulder to keep her steady as he led her to the car. She giggled as she stumbled over herself, leaning most of her weight onto his chest. 

She haphazardly fell into the car once the door was open, trying to pull him in after her. He stood firmly, pulling out of her grasp so he could get into the driver's seat. 

The tense air of the ride home was broken by the weight of a small hand trailing over Javier’s thigh. His breath hitched as he coaxed her hand off his leg and back into her own lap, intertwining their fingers to keep her still. 

“Hands to yourself,” he scolded. She was clearly very drunk and he didn’t want her trying anything she would be embarrassed about in the morning. 

Unfortunately, there was no way he could keep her from opening her mouth, which was made evident after he had herded her into her apartment. She fell onto the couch with a huff. “Take my clothes off,” she whined, missing the way his eyes widened at her comment due to her being utterly shitfaced.

“Let's get you to bed,” he replied, ignoring her request. He grabbed her waist and manhandled her over his shoulder so he could carry her into the bedroom. 

He set her down on the bed in a less than gentle manner. She grumbled at that and tugged at the straps of her dress. “No outside clothes on my bed,” she slurred, waving her arms in the air as a sign for him to help her out of the dress. He groaned and stepped closer so he was at the edge of the bed. Closing his eyes, he reached out and pulled the dress over her head. 

When he didn’t hear her moving to change into any sleeping clothes, he opened his eyes but looked over her shoulder instead of at her. “Put some clothes on,” he commanded. 

“No. Feels better like this,” she replied, crawling under the covers and nuzzling into the soft sheets. 

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, not having planned to spend his night babysitting his drunk coworker. Lost in his own thoughts, he barely noticed when she reached for his hand. 

“What's a pretty thing like you doing here?” she slurred, both of her eyes snapped shut and then opened in a lazy attempt to wink. 

He wasn’t sure if she meant in the apartment, in this city, or in the country of Columbia. Or maybe she didn’t mean anything at all, that was the most likely thing. He had been called many things by many women but pretty was not often one of them. 

He pulled his hand out of her weak grasp and stripped his clothes off so he could get into bed. As soon as he was under the covers she pressed herself into his side, stroking a hand over his chest. He took a sharp inhale and wrapped his arm around her in return. 

“So pretty,” she mused, bringing her hand up to cradle his face and bring his eyes to her. “You gonna show me a good time?” she ran her finger over his lips, a clear look of lust in her eyes. “I’ve been trying to fuck you for weeks now,” she whispered, leaning closer so their lips were almost touching. 

“You’re drunk,” he stated, not wanting to hear anymore of her intoxicating words because he knew they weren't true. 

“Am not,” she slurred, accepting his rejection and snuggling into his side. He was acutely aware that she was completely naked save for a pair of lace underwear, which made it feel more scandalous if anything. 

He tried to steady out his breathing as she quickly fell asleep next to him and he wondered if this was some sort of divine punishment for his womanizing ways. 

The next morning was eventful to say the least. While Javier expected to wake up in the position he went to bed in, that isn’t what happened. He woke to a cold and empty bed. It was what he was used to with her but somehow it still surprised him. 

He put his jeans on and stepped into the kitchen. He was greeted by the sight of her in that damn robe. It was always just a bit too short and a bit too tight, but with her straining to grab a bowl from a high shelf it was covering pretty much nothing. 

The gentlemanly thing to do would be to help her, and so in a sleep ridden haze that’s what he did. He absentmindedly placed a hand on her exposed hip as he reached over her to grab the bowl. 

She took a shaky breath in at the contact of his hand and his chest pressing to her back. “Thank you,” she murmured.  

“Sure thing,” he replied simply, staying there for a moment even after the bowl was safely on the counter. His voice was a bit loud and she clearly winced at the words. 

“You ok?” he questioned. 

“Hungover,” she groaned, leaning back into his touch. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to the feeling of her pressed against him. 

“Yeah. You were very drunk last night.” He laughed a bit, remembering her drunken antics. 

She spun around frantically, her face only an inch from his chest. He stepped back a bit but put his hands on the counter beside her so she was still caged between him and the cabinets. Her eyes widened with realization when she saw the smirk on his face. “Oh my god! Did we?” 

“Oh believe me, you’d remember,” he replied, the sly grin on his face growing wider. 

“Javi!” She exclaimed, her face burning with embarrassment. It was rare he saw her shaken like this, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t kinda cute to see her go shy from something as simple as the idea of having sex with him. 

“Plus I’d never take advantage of you like that. Even if you were practically throwing yourself at me,” he assured her, the teasing  tone not leaving his voice for more than a second. 

“I was NOT,” she yelped, trying her best to defend herself from embarrassment even though she was clearly failing. 

“No? I seem to remember you saying that you want to fuck me. Is that true?,” he questioned, leaning close to her and whispering in her ear. His voice was raspy from the morning as well as lust. 

“I'm busy, Javi. Stop distracting me,” she whined, turning around and grabbing the bowl along with the rest of the supplies for pancakes. 

“Oh believe me. I can distract you all day baby,” he whispered, hands ghosting up and down her hips and waist. 

“Nope. Nuh uh. Not gonna happen. Don’t even bother.” Her words said one thing but the way she pushed her hips back into his grip said another. 

He huffed and stepped away from the counter, ego slightly bruised at how quick she had shut him down. He sat patiently as she fixed breakfast, content to watch the way she hurried around the kitchen. The domesticity of it all was strangely turning him on, but pretty much everything she did turned him on.

#javier pena #javier pena smut #javier pena x reader #narcos #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

[cositapreciosa]

Meeting Chepe in New York and him bring you back to Cali for a party/meeting the rest of the gang 👀

Red lipstick

Chepe Santacruz x female!reader (infidelity/cheating, mention of Y/N, mention of drug use, the usual for the show), 3679 words

a/n : - Yo Élise, where were you all this time? Were you dead?

- *cue to picture of that dry-ass taxidermy fox* seasonal depression my dude

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

You can see it as a business meeting, an opportunity for you to go bigger.

That is what Chepe had said to you one day as you met him for your usual drop. Offering you a trip to Colombia, to meet the big ones from overseas, those that completed his inner circle. You had been reselling for him for a few years now, never once coming to a dollar short and definitely ranking in the profit. Probably the best card you got in your deck, Santacruz, am I not?

You never were looking to make it big in this type of business. Selling just enough to be sure to stay afloat, pay your mortgage, feed the people you love, and buy those pieces of jewelry, that a year ago would have been for you a rent’s worth, just because you liked how they shined when you passed the counter display. Greed, envy, lust. It had crawled in your veins fast, venomous, pumping in your blood. Still, just enough to always buy your favorite, to-die-for, 90$ red lipstick every time it ran out, but never enough to get cocky, stupid, reckless.

You loved luxury, lived in it, smelled like it, but you always remembered how red your blood was, how easy it could be spilled. You saw the way the government was knocking more and more doors down, came for the smaller ones before fishing for the big sharks, but all the others didn’t. It’s a war, sweetheart, Chepe had called it, a war on drugs. Teeth filled with gold, snorting all types of white powders, guns-a-blazing, cuffed and judged by justice just as fast. There’s a quiet side to riches that those men never understood. It was what had separated you from the others who had climbed the ranks with you over the years, you had realized. Maybe that’s why you are here today, setting foot down a jet on Colombian soil, or maybe it was just the start of the hardest fall of your life.

As you looked at your shoes, already full of dust, you wondered if there was a time you had ever seen so much dirt on a landing strip before. You don’t have much time to think about it or to worry about the wind pushing your hair or the dirt in your mouth, that Chepe is already in front of you, arms wide open,

‘’ Bienvenido en la capital mundial de la salsa, sweetheart. ‘’

Your smile is bright, pulling at your cheeks, lips painted red, welcoming. A deadly trap. Chepe knows all of this, the facade that goes in the character you play. The survival instinct, the street smart. You made it this far didn’t you?

‘’ Well, I’m more of a bachata dancer myself, but I can make salsa work. ‘’

You had fucked him once. When his wife had been away, doing whatever she did when she went on those trips of hers. All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony. Maybe it had been more than once. Maybe you didn’t feel so bad because you knew she most likely did the same when she claimed she was going on shopping trips with friends. You could always tell with those women for some reason, you could see it in their eyes, it wasn’t hard to miss. You could see it in his too, how he had always known. If he cared or not was still the missing piece.

You take his extended hand to jump off the last step. The heat is heavy, weirdly humid, and dry at the same time. Still, his hand is steady, not a bead of sweat on his forehead, his usually heavy coat switched for a striped shirt. Colombiano born and raised. You did tell him stripes looked good on him once.

This is it, you thought, no turning back, the top of the ladder. The top of the food chain. You just have to shake hands and smile.

.

The ride to civilization had been bumpy, long, and trying your best to understand your driver with the thickest Costeño accent you had ever heard. A fair price to pay for landing on an illegal dirt patch in the middle of a Colombian jungle.

Chepe had left you with his driver and a bodyguard back at the landing field, slipping you in the passenger seat, making sure your hair didn’t get stuck in the door as he closed it,

‘’ I trust those two with my life. I’ll pick you up at the hotel tommorow ? ‘’

All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony.

‘’ How else am I supposed to empty the mini-bar then? ‘’

Hands gripping your waist, pining you against the shower wall.

It's later that day after he's been gone for hours and your lipstick has been reapplied, that he calls your room phone. You press your lips together, spreading the color evenly, as it rings some more. You take your finger up to your mouth, swiping the excess stain with your nail. Done. Your heels click on the marble floors on your way out of the bathroom,

‘’ Miss me already? ‘’

It's a party, he had said, near the water, you’ll love it.

He scoffs, as you disconnected the call. The more 6 o’clock gets near, the more all of your being screams at you to leave, clawing at your mind to run, not to look back. You know you should, that he would let you call it off and go back home. But the more you want it, the more you itch to open the safe where your passport is locked, and the more you realize you can’t.

You won’t.

The ride over there is less bumping than when you first got here. Jetlag is busting your ass, and your concealer is working hard to keep it unnoticed. Chepe is dressed up for the occasion as always. Chains, gold rings, a nice striped long-sleeved shirt. Maybe you’ll take all of it off tonight.

He’s driving this time, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. You’re not sure if you like how familiar the move feels. Domestic. Wrong and right at the same time.

‘’ If this is about my wife, ‘’ he had said, with his arms around you, his chin in your hair, ‘’ I’ll leave her. ‘’

You had mentioned stopping everything when he had dropped by earlier. If I actually do this and meet them, I don’t think I can keep fucking you if I want to be taken seriously. Panic clawing at your chest, the reality of your work, the constant threats. There was no way for this to end well for you. For him.

‘’ Ask me and I’ll do it. I’ll call her right now. ‘’

He smelled like cigar and cologne, his palms sneaking under your shirt, warm on your stomach, soft, grounding,

‘’ This is not about her, ‘’ you had explained, head falling on his shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, ‘’ This is about me, Chepe. About my work. Credibility. ‘’

His other hand pulled at your skirt, feeling the lace underneath. He molds you to him, unbelievably closer now. You felt him shiver against you, felt his breath behind your ear, the goosebump on your arms,

‘’ Tell me, ‘’ he had started with a groan, bringing the material over your waist, his other hand gently wrapping around your throat,

‘’ Tell me whoever dares, and I’ll make sure myself they never speak again. ‘’

You don’t doubt his words for a second.

The automatic light illuminates the garage as soon as Chepe drives the car in. You’ve never seen a garage this big. Cars lined up left to right, every one of them shinier than the other. What a waste of space.

He maneuvers his between two bright red-looking expensive ones. His toothpick rolls on his lips, leaning back against his seat, one hand on the wheel, as he changes gears. He couldn’t care less if he scratched one. Pocket change.

‘’ I probably should have stayed in my room and gotten another 8 hours of sleep. ‘’

He laughs, hearty, loud, deep, as if you’ve just told him the funniest joke of the night. His thumb rubs your thigh,

‘’ Are you going to stand me up? At your own party? ‘’

His attempt at lightening up the mood. In a way, it does, pushing your insecurities and anxieties to the side for a second. He can tell you hesitate, putting off the moment you step out of the car and have to do the grown-up illegal things you have gotten yourself into. You’re not that tired, caffeinated for two, and ready to throw punches if needed. Not that you would have to, with Chepe hot on your heels wherever you go, but it feels like it could calm you down, give you back some control maybe,

‘’ Oh, you’d do just fine I am sure. ‘’ you try to smile back.

You stay silent for a while, more like seconds really, but it feels relaxing and comforting. His hand is still warm on your skin. You always appreciated how he could understand those moments, never feeling like he had to fill it with words.

His thumb presses slightly on the inside of your thigh, bringing your attention back to him. It is darker now in the car, the automatic light having shut off seconds ago,

‘’ I wish I could introduce you as mine. ‘’

You can make out his side profile, the way his fingers drum on the wheel. You sigh,

‘’ José- ‘’

‘’ Ya, por favor, ‘’ he pleads, annoyed, ‘’ You always do this. ‘’

His hand comes up to scratch his stubble, moving down to where his neck meets his shoulder. He massages the skin, before his arm drops, defeated. Chepe moves in his seat, knees turning slightly to your side of the car. He leans toward you and you don’t understand why you feel nervous all of sudden. Anxious.

Homesick.

‘’ I know you think I’m not genuine. That I’m only saying this to make you happy. ‘’

For the first time in months, you don’t know what to say. He is right. Absolutely and utterly right. You don’t believe him when he says it. When he promises you travels, family parties, a career, a ring. You don’t believe easily, and you know what happens to the other women who naively listen and nod. You have seen it happen time and time again.

You sigh, falling back into your seat, trying to disappear inside the leather behind your back,

‘’ I like you a lot, Chepe. ‘’

You sigh, you don’t know where you are going with this. You can’t seem to be thinking ahead, about what you should say or not. Weirdly enough, in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, in an unknown garage, in a village you have forgotten the name of already, next to him, you feel safe. You don’t feel like you should tiptoe around his feelings, yours for that matter.

Your head rolls to the side to meet his gaze, your fingertips raising to touch his face. His brown eyes are on you, pupils blown from the darkness. Sharp nails follow his cheekbone softly, moving up to his freshly cut hair, pushing the loose grey strands back into place. His hand is on your wrist now, going up and down as he caresses the skin,

‘’ A lot. ‘’ you scoff, you realize.

So do I, he wants to say, Y yo a ti, his silence means. You want to lean in, break the space between you, kiss him, end this conversation and force him to bring you inside. You meet his eyes again as your nails roam behind his ear. You know he would let you, but here, today, you don’t think this is what you want,

‘’ We are being honest here, right? ‘’ he whispers, like a secret being shared between you two. You nod softly,

‘’ Talk to me. Tell me. ‘’ The truth, he means, how you really feel about this, ‘’ I’ve got all night. ‘’

You know he means it. Chepe would stay in this car all night if you decided to, he can tell how different the moment has gotten. Twenty minutes ago you would have laughed to tears, reapplied your lipstick, and gotten out of the car. The facade that goes in the character you play. He is still not sure what changed, but it makes him want you to be honest with him, to be true to what you know. Goosebumps spreads across your arm, following the warmth of his palm,

‘’ I want it. ‘’ you begin, toes wiggling inside your heel, trying to keep your knee from bouncing, ‘’ When you say you want to introduce me as yours. ‘’

It takes all his being not to surge forward to take your face between his hands. Then let me, let me. Your breath comes out shaky when you exhale as if you had been holding it for the last minute,

‘’ I am being honest, ‘’ you reassured, he knows you are. You had had deep conversations with Chepe before, nights spent sitting on your balcony, smoking and talking about life and all the things in between. His past, yours. Colombia, New York. Your hand falls to his neck, gently stroking his stubble with your thumb. It’s rough and it’s keeping you grounded, in the car, with him,

‘’ I wouldn’t mind if you did. ‘’ you admit, ‘’ I’d let you. ‘’

You don’t feel weak for telling him like you thought you would. Chepe brings your palm to his mouth, kissing the skin softly. Saying anything else would ruin the moment, and you are thankful he stays silent again. You can hear the music inside, voices laughing and screaming behind the closed door, and you know it is time for you to go and join the crowd. Do what you came here to do in the first place.

You lean between the seats, the cup holder pushing painfully against your ribs, and your hand falls from his lips as you rest your head against his shoulder. His shirt is coarse on your cheek and his fingers soft when he intertwines them with yours. Your thumbnail traces shapes on the back of his hand while you speak again,

‘’ I don’t think I’ve ever been this anxious in my whole life. ‘’

‘’ I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you were up for it. ‘’

You hmm, and he can feel the sound vibrate through his shoulder,

‘’ It’s what you do back home, but here. Your Spanish is great, you’ll fit right in, mija. ‘’ he reassures,‘’ I’ll take care of you. ‘’

He emphasizes the words by gently squeezing your joint hands. You know he will, he always does. You know lots of things about him and that lying, to you at least, is not something he would do. We are being honest here, right? You reluctantly let him go, motioning to him to go ahead, body pulling away, your hand sliding back to your thigh. As he gets out of the car, the lights illuminate the garage again. Bright, blinding. Your eyes follow him around the hood of the car until he reaches your door, pulling it open,

‘’ Let’s do some work now, hm? ‘’

He presents his hand to you, his heart skipping a beat when you accept it, pressing yours against his while your swing your legs to the side to get out.

One step after the other, your heels click on the cement as you walk towards the door that leads inside the house. Breathe, smile, shake hands, repeat. Chepe’s hand reaches blindly for you behind him, and you grab it, just like he expects you to do. Blood is pumping in your ears, so loud that it is almost overtaking the music around you. This is exactly where you want to be, precisely what you planned. Inhale with the nose, and exhale through the mouth. It doesn’t come as fast as you would’ve liked, but slowly, air fills up your lungs. It is a weird feeling, really, how after only a few breaths you can feel your body tingle, calm and lightheaded. Revigorated. All part of the facade.

Your smile doesn’t falter when you meet the first few people, low associates, executants. It is bright, all white teeth and red lipstick. They make no comment, no sarcastic remarks about Chepe’s hand on your back, you let him lower it, let it curve around your waist. His eyes burning and threatening enough that no one dares to look for too long.

Your cheeks hurt, jaw a bit sore from speaking Spanish for the past hour, but the wine feels good and bitter down your throat, helping make those meetings bearable. Chepe is beaming, all laughs and handshakes, like a true socialite, a fish in water. You enjoy watching him more than you do partake in this whole thing. It is different for him here, and you can tell. You thought you would have been the last one arriving at the house, and as much as Chepe shuts down any remarks about the time you spent in the garage and as much as you pretend not to understand what they imply, you know words have already spread in the villa. Staying civilized in this jungle is harder than you would have thought.

It happens merely minutes after Chepe excuses himself to fill up your drink, the shift in the room. How everyone stands taller, pushes their shoulders back, sobering up. Whoever supplier Chepe left you with does not have eyes for you anymore. Here they are. The lions.

You see Pacho first, in the corner of your eye. You can tell it is him, from his silk shirt to his waxed brown shoes, from Chepe’s stories, there is no doubt in your mind. You have to bite first, you think, use this fake confidence to your advantage, and make this meeting yours. Your new wannabe-gangster friend had already abandoned you the second they entered the room. You have no choice but to stand your ground and stay tall too.

You force a smile on your cheeks as you turn to him, charming and warm. Pain and Chepe’s absence be damned. Pacho’s smile mirrors your own, like an old friend, a deadly trap. You like him already, you decide, not so different from you, you can tell. Cunning. Smart.

Your glass of wine is quickly put back in your hands, splashing around in the cup, as your man pushes at the guests around you to meet Pacho’s embrace with a laugh. They exchange quickly in Spanish, how are you doing, how’s the weather over there ? You let them catch up, soaking in how easily the moment flows, perfectly happy to stand on the sideline.

Chepe half turns to you, still going on to Pacho about this plane story of his that you have been waiting for the punchline for a while now. His hand finds your waist, absently bringing you closer to the two of them.

‘’ Hermano, ‘’ he begins, ‘’ Let me introduce you. ‘’

You don’t know what burns more, his warm fingers pressing gently into your skin or how Pacho’s eyes catch him doing it. You had agreed to this, but still, stares and looking eyes make you feel uncomfortable. He leads, you remind yourself, he knows, let him.

‘’ This is Y/N, ‘’ Chepe smiles, chest puffed out, proud, ‘’ My favorite partner in crime. ‘’

Pacho’s eyes are back on you, not on Chepe, not on his hand on your back. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The air feels lighter, your fingers regain color around your glass. You let yourself fall back slightly into Chepe’s embrace, putting some of your weight on him. You share some stories about Pacho’s favorite clubs in New York, how you have to change entry port from now on after the last DEA bust, and how the margins are still going up even though.

‘’ You want another? ‘’ Chepe leans towards you, softly speaking the words in your ear, nodding to your empty cup,

‘’ I’d love that. ‘’ you say back, turning, nose almost catching his, ‘’ Maybe white this time, please? ‘’

‘’ Por supuesto, reina. ‘’

You don’t miss how Pacho’s eyes flicker back for a second on Chepe as he leaves. Pacho clears his throat, looking at you over his whiskey,

‘’ So, ‘’ he starts, ‘’ Favorite partner, favorite reina. ‘’

You nod, sending a smile his way, playful, trying to keep it civilized,

‘’ I’m his favorite lie detector too. I’m never wrong.‘’

Pacho laughs, thank god. He holds out his hand to you, and you put yours in his, giving it a nice shake,

‘’ You take care of him good? ‘’

His hand is firm in yours, he makes no move to withdraw, standing there, a step closer now. You get it then, why his handshake is so strong, why his eyes are sharp and serious, menacing. Brotherhood.

‘’ I do. ‘’ you stand your ground, hand unmoving, arm strong and chin up, ‘’ As he does to me. ‘’

He lets go of your hand as he turns to discard his drink, switching it for two champagne glasses that he swiftly takes from a nearby waiter,

‘’ Good. Good.‘’

You watch him look around, almost bored, unimpressed by all the festivities. Pacho takes a sip first, nodding in approval before holding up the second flute toward you for you to grab,

‘’ You know what I think, Y/N? ‘’

He smiles at you, knowing, sincere. He toasts the rim of his glass against yours, making a stream of bubbles burst from the bottom,

‘’ I think you and I will do great things around here. ‘’

#chepe x reader #chepe santacruz x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #narcos colombia imagine #narcos imagines #a trip to France and half a school year later #almost sold my kidney for this one #enjoy

[camry-nnnn]

Have you ever had an artist you loved so much that you could listen to every song they ever made? This is my top ten discographies of all time (in no particular order). Music is subjective and so I choose a variety of different genres with different personalities who I think have the most impactful careers.

Type O Negative: An American gothic metal band formed in 1989. Although problematic I am yet to skip a song by them, while their discography is small it doesn’t make it any less memorable and impactful. Not only is the lead singer gorgeous his deep voice makes listening all the more enjoyable.

XG: A girl group from Japan debuting in 2021 consisting of 7 members. Although a fairly new group they already have quite a few singles out and a mini album on the way, each song has its own vibe still keeping it upbeat and fun. Their music is all about women empowerment and not caring about societal beauty standards, ‘your beautiful in your own way’.

Charli XCX: English singer song writer, primarily known for her upbeat pop music. I have been listening to Charli XCX since 2014 and still haven’t got sick of any of her songs, they are a go to when I need a hype song or even just to cheer myself up, certainly one to dance to.

Bjork: Icelandic singer known for her outlandish persona and eccentric sound. Although you may not like her music it is appreciated and recognized by everyone, one the most famous discographies to ever exist. Her music has inspired many other successful artists who you most likely listen to, she has such an iconic sound and presence that people will still talk about for generations to come.

Frank Ocean: American singer and rapper known for his popular R&B sound. Another artist with a small discography but certainly a famous one, Frank gained attention during late 2000’s and 2010’s and is still continuing to grow. His sound is one of my personal favourites, my friends mum introduced him to me and he will forever be attached to a good memory.

Rina Sawayama: A Japanese singer songwriter, known for her pop and experimental sound she sings about her opinions and who she is as a queer Asian woman. Her older music is more of an indie sound but in recent years it has changed to the pop sound she is more commonly grouped in.

Mac Miller: American rapper and producer who died a tragic death leaving behind one of the greatest discographies ever created. I am yet to meet someone who hates his music, its for everyone. Perfect for group hangouts, by yourself, and a great way to make a girl think your cool.

Erykah Badu: American singer and rapper, the face of neo soul. Her soothing earthy music makes for a perfect chill afternoon and a nice smoke sesh. Even though her discography is lengthy it doesn’t take away from the fact its brilliant, every song has a different feeling. Erykah is truly a creative genius.

Audrey Nuna: American R&B rapper and singer. I’ve only recently discovered Audrey but she has quickly become a personal inspiration, through bouncy beats and smooth vocals its hard not to enjoy her music.

Kali Uchis: Colombian singer and song writer. Her raise in fame came from 2018 album ‘Isolation’ and features with other big artists such as, Tyler, the creator. She’s most commonly known for her soft light vocals and Spanish lyrics over the top of synth beats.

#music #spotify #musicians #discography #music blog #music recs #songs

[pxperplxnets]

meetings and butterflies.

summary: alana finally goes to visit sebastian in italy. she meets conrad and immediately develops a crush on him.

pairing: conrad laursen x alana diaz.

conrad and alana character descriptions

word count: 884

warnings: none.

lowercase intended!

part two.

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alana had known sebastian for as long as she had memory, and she was finally going to one of his races. she was at a family trip fairly close to monza, so when sebastian invited her to an all included prema experience she couldn't say no.

she got to the colombian’s apartment three days before the race, where she was warmly welcomed by sebastian. after a well deserved long hug, the boy informed her that they would be going to the prema headquarters where she would meet the other drivers.

   as the building came to view, the girl grew more and more nervous. there were some hot and talented people out there, but she was just herself. boring old alana.

she shrugged those feelings off as she remembered her mothers words “you might not know how to drive a race car, but just remember the time we took sebas surfing.” the memory made her giggle softly as they both hopped off the car and started walking over to the building.

“¿y tú de que te ries?” (what are you laughing at?) he asked, a smile creeping off his lips “me acordé de cuando te lleve a surfear” (i remembered the time i took you surfing) she laughed harder when she saw the smile fall off of his face, making him roll his eyes before entering the building.

they walked around for a while, introducing her to different people, all of whom were very welcoming to her.

when they got into the driver's trailer, there were three people already there. a short girl -who she recognized as hamda- and two boys who she didn't immediately recognize.

one of them caught her eye. he was blonde and really tall. ‘pretty’ was her first though. sebastian introduced her briefly, and as the pretty guy -conrad- went to greet her first, the latina in alana got the best of her as she leaned in to kiss his cheek, something that she was used to but he definitely wasn't. at least judging for how red his face was when he moved back.

the other two introduced themselves as kirill and hamda, the latter expressing how happy she was to have another girl with her, even if it was only for a few days.

as everyone moved on to do their respective tasks, alana stood by sebastian.

“no me habías dicho que el danés era tan guapo” (you hadn’t told me that the danish one was so handsome) she joked, speaking in spanish so no one but her friend would understand “con lo rojo que se puso hace rato me parece que piensa lo mismo de ti, pero hey, no me lo robes” (judging of how red he went earlier i would think he thinks the same about you, but hey, don’t steal him from me) sebastian said with a mocking tone in his voice, glaring at her playfully.

alana laughed faintly, her eyes drifting to the tall danish as he laughed next to kirill. conrad noticed her staring and looked back at her with a smile. with the little confidence he could gather, he winked in her direction before turning back to his conversation.

the day passed and she got more and more comfortable with everyone. she quickly got close to hamda, since they were the only young women there.

she shared multiple conversations with conrad, who seemed to only gain confidence with her every stutter and blush. at one point, he even looked like he was enjoying how nervous she seemed to get when he would look directly into her eyes. since when did pretty girls get nervous about him? it was always the older guys, never him. but there alana was, made a stuttering mess with just a smile. he liked it. a lot.

at the end of the day, when sebastian and her were walking towards the car that would take them back home, she had to stop as she heard her name being called.

“alana!” her heart skipped a beat at the sound of conrad’s voice calling her name. she turned to his direction, seeing him jogging slightly towards her “conrad?” she questioned, feeling light butterflies in her stomach

“yeah, sorry to get you like this, but could i have your number?” her cheeks stinged with colour for a moment before answering “uhm, yeah, for sure” he smiled before giving her his phone, ready to put the number in a contact that she read as ‘alana<3’. she put her phone number in before giving the object back to him.

“there you go” she smiled “thanks, uhm, would you-” he took a deep breath before looking at her eyes again “would you like to hangout tomorrow after prema? like, just you and me?” he sounded so nervous alana almost let out an audible awe “yeah, of course. text me the details?”

just as he was about to speak, he got interrupted by a screaming sebastian “conrad, mate, hurry up, i'm hungry and i have to take her with me!” conrad laughed a little before turning to the other boy “sorry! i had to take my chance with the pretty girl!” with that said, he bent down and kissed her cheek “bye, i'll see you tomorrow” he smiled before turning away, leaving her to walk to the car with butterflies flying around her stomach.

as soon as the car started moving, she got a text from an unknown number that made her smile like an idiot.

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you’re insanely pretty

oh, its conrad btw

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author’s note:

this is the first one shot i’ve written, i hope you liked it!

any feedback would be appreciated<3

#f4 #conrad laursen #f4oneshots #conradlaursenoneshots #prema #prema racing #premaoneshots. #conrad laursen x oc #alana diaz #sebastian montoya #conrad x alana

[januarywearsblack]

Tell Us More Tuesday

My OC post for @onlycodcanjudgeme

Cora "Sunshine" Araceli Jameson

She/her & Pansexual

Birthday: August 1st (Leo)

Eyes: Brown, left. Blue, right

Hair: Auburn/Red

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 150 lbs

Hometown: Sitka, Alaska

Face claim: Kat Dennings

Cora's mother, Daniela, was a Colombian immigrant who joined the US Army and later was recruited into G Squadron of Delta Force. She was proficient in espionage, reconnaissance, and surveillance. After working jointly with the Army Ranger Wing, she began a romance with Harrison, one of the Rangers. Daniela was unaware of her pregnancy until she was nearly five months along when various symptoms began to show. Worried about bringing unnecessary attention to themselves during a mission, Harrison and Daniela kept it secret aside from trusted friends-- Carter Jameson (Delta Force, partner with Daniela) and Keely Jameson (Combat medic). They became Cora's "godparents" and not long later her adoptive parents. Unfortunately, when Daniela goes into labor, there was an ambush. Daniela bleeds out during birth, Harrison is killed. Carter and Keely manage to take newborn Cora to an exfil site. They then settle in Sitka, Alaska in an attempt to protect their daughter.

During childhood, Cora was taught various skills: use of weapons, hunting, survival, basic medical aide, close-quarter combat. This was done for protection. Her parents did not want her to go down the path that leads to war, however, they knew Cora would benefit from the training. Over the years, singing and dancing became Cora's main focus. She was an exceptional ballet dancer. Her skills even landed her doing performances internationally. It seemed that the call to war was unheard.

When Cora was 18, she preformed in Russia. She became close friends with Elena, another ballet dancer. After the show, the two of them were chatting outside of the venue when a van pulled up. Cora kept her guard up but did not want to frighten Elena. A mysterious man exits the van then approaches the women complimenting them on their performance. While Cora and Elena were distracted, a couple other men attacked from the shadows. The back of the van slides open. Elena is unable to fight back or escape. Instincts kick in, Cora manages to fight off the ones attempting to drag her away. During the struggle, Cora sees Elena forced into the back of the van. The mysterious man said to Cora, "I'm sure we will meet again." He joins the group and the van speeds off. This is the moment Cora decides to abandon her ballet career and join the military.

After joining, Cora ends up in the same position as her mother-- Squadron G of Delta Force. When she discovers the same man who trafficked her friend, she becomes obsessed with hunting him and the trafficking ring down. This is forbidden by her superiors as they need to focus on the mission at hand. Vengeance becomes Cora's only focus leading her to go AWOL then later becoming a mercenary.

Her abilities and willingness to dive deeper to fight the evils of the world catch the attention of Price, who meets Cora when she unexpectedly assists in a covert mission. She is asked to join TF 141 and she cautiously accepts.

Cora carries a lot of guilt and shame starting from her birth, to losing Elena, going AWOL, and doing exactly what her parents worked hard to prevent. She sees working for TF 141 as possible redemption.

Personality wise, Cora is upbeat and sociable. She is a huge asset when it comes to networking. Need guns? She knows a guy. Can't get access to a certain event/place? Hold up, she can make some calls. Best street tacos? The vendor knows her by name. Her seemingly positive attitude is a front for all of the anger, guilt and shame. It's all about coping.

Joining TF 141 brought on a new challenge for Cora. This Ghost guy... there's something interesting about him.

Soooo later on Cora and Ghost do form a close relationship, leading to a romantic one. Their clashing personalities compliment each other. The need for feeling safe and unconditional love brings them together.

#tellusmoreCOD #call of duty oc #modern warfare 2 oc #simon ghost riley x oc #i think i'm too late for this but i'm posting anyway sorry

[dgct2]

Season 3 Kristin Gaines

I started this project as a celebration of Alexa's birthday which is May 28th. This set features the 16 episodes before Dylan McDermott joins the show as Remy Scott.

As always click on the link to go to my gif-set. Please like or reblog if you want to keep them. Do not use the gifs for anything else. It took me a long time to make them.

COMPLETED: May 28th, 2023

Other Kristin Threads

Season 3 Remy & Kristin - 3x17 to 3x22.

Season 4 Remy & Kristin - 4x01 to 4x22.

3x01 Exposed

A local FBI case involving two murdered women and a sea of powerful men turns into a manhunt for the dangerous leader of a far-reaching criminal enterprise.

This is Part 3 of the 1st FBI Crossover. Alexa Davalos joins the show as Kristin Gaines. This crossover would also be the introduction of Luke Kleintank as Scott Forrester on FBI International. Alexa and Luke starred opposite each other in Prime Video's alt history thriller The Man In The Castle. That is my next set of gif sets that I will be working on.

3x02 Patriots

New Fugitive Task Force member Kristin Gaines joins Jess and the team as they head to DC to find a dangerous fugitive from the January 6 Capitol riot.

3x03 Tough Love

When a judge known for serving harsh sentences to juveniles is murdered, the team looks into his lengthy list of cases in the hunt for his killer; Kristin faces family hurdles while resettling with her teenage daughter in New York City.

3x04 Inherited

The team must determine if the kidnapping of a young Chinese-American woman is a random hate crime or if she was specifically targeted; Jess and Sarah struggle with Tali's continued rebellious streak.

Trivia: We meet CIA Agent Kevin Miller in this episode. Kristin asks him about the interest the Chinese have in CRISPR tech. Kevin will show up later in 3x22 A Man Without A Country.

3x05 Unhinged

After a deadly fire at an arcade, the team discovers the blaze was just the first step in an intricate plan to exact revenge on one of the victims; Hana rejoins the team, finding new adjustments in all aspects of her life.

Trivia: There is a blooper in this episode. When Hana and Kristin are talking to the loan shark you can see a wedding ring on Kristin's hand. Later when Kristin talks to Hana and Sheryll she tells that she's divorced from Nick.

3x06 Lovesick

The team attempts to hunt down a family annihilator before he continues his murder spree; Barnes' intrusive mother puts pressure on her marriage.

3x07 Gladiator

The team investigates the murder of a professional basketball player's wife, who was a famous lifestyle guru; Kristin and her ex-husband grow closer; special agent Isobel Castille checks in with the team on the high-profile case.

3x08 Sport Of Kings

After a prized Kentucky racehorse is stolen and its groomer is taken hostage, the team quickly learns they may be the only ones who consider the young woman's safety a priority over the horse's; Byron returns to celebrate the holidays with Jess.

3x09 Run Hide Fight

While holiday shopping, Barnes and Jess are caught in the middle of a mall shooting; Gaines, Hana and Ortiz try to help from the outside, knowing their team's family members are inside and at risk.

Trivia: This episode marks the introduction of David Hudgins as the new showrunner for FBI Most Wanted. It is also the first episode that follows a new format of jumping right into the action.

3x10 Incendiary

The team hunts for a young man who is using napalm-style bombs to attack his targets; with Tali away, Jess and Sarah begin to adjust to their empty nest.

3x11 Hunter

The task force chases a killer who plays a twisted game of cat and mouse with his victims; Hana shares something personal about herself with her new roommate, Ortiz.

3x12 El Pincho ( 7 Parts )

The team searches for a notorious Colombian drug lord after he escapes from a U.S. prison; Kristin begins to open up to her ex-husband about her past.

Trivia: This is the episode that delves into Kristin's past in Miami. We'll learn more in 4x03 Succession.

3x13 Overlooked

The team searches for a businessman wanted for murder and an embezzlement scheme; Jess takes advantage of his empty nest to properly court Sarah.

3x14 Shattered

The team pursues an abusive man who is on the hunt for an ex-girlfriend trying to escape him; Jess and Sarah make plans to take their dream vacation together.

Trivia: This is the final episode with Julian McMahon as SSA Jess LaCroix.

3x15 Incel

The team must track down a murderous member of the incel community targeting those he believes never give him a chance; Barnes, Hana, Ortiz and Kristin deal with their grief in the wake of Jess' death.

Alexa Davalos is marked as the lead actor for this episode. This is the first time in the FBI verse. She was the lead actor on The Man In The High Castle.

3x16 Decriminalized

The team gets called to Vermont after a married couple who grow illegal marijuana massacres their employees; Barnes begins to regret not taking any time off to bond with her new baby.

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[camilorico]

About Karol G - the Woman who Rose to the Top of the Reggaeton World

One artist that I have been listening to non-stop lately is a Latin artist who goes by the name of Karol G. You may have heard her name as she has become famous not only in Latin America but globally. Karol G is a Colombian artist of mainly the reggaeton, Latin trap and hip-hop genres. Reggaeton is defined as a music genre that blends Jamaican influences of reggae music with Latin American dance hall music and hip-hop influences. Throughout her career, Karol G has collaborated with many well-known artists in Latin America, but in the U.S. as well, which have helped boost her to the global status she maintains now. 

Her first hit was “Ahora Me Llama” (Now He Calls Me) featuring Puerto Rican trap artist Bad Bunny in 2017. She continued to produce more hits such as “Culpables” (Guilty) in 2018 with Anuel AA, another famous trap artist like Bad Bunny. There were rumors about her dating Anuel after they released that song, so by the end of 2018, the two released a song together confirming their dating relationship to the public called “Secreto” (Secret) which was another success. The two had a “power couple” status commonly compared to Beyonce and Jay-Z’s level in Latin America. Karol G continued to release more hits such as “China” in 2019, which was a collaboration with Anuel AA, Daddy Yankee, Ozuna, and J Balvin - all who are popular Latin reggaeton/trap artists, “Tusa” (Heartbreak) with Nicki Minaj in 2019, “Bichota” (Bad B*tch) in 2020, “Provenza” (Provence) in 2021, and she featured in Becky G’s song “MAMIII” in 2022. To clarify, these are only some of her top hits which had charted the billboards and even won her Grammy Awards, Billboard Music Awards, etc.

As we can clearly see, Karol G did not fail to stay relevant in the music industry since her breakthrough in 2017, with a new release or feature every consecutive year. However she did not immediately start out in the limelight when she began pursuing her music career. Karol G’s real name is Carolina Giraldo Navarro and she was born and raised in Colombia. She was first recognized for her musical talents when she performed on the Colombian version of The X-Factor in her country when she was 14 years old, and a few years later, she had her first record contract with Colombian company Flamingo Records and Puerto Rican company Diamond Music, and by then she chose her artist name to be Karol G. She released a few songs from 2007 to 2010 but they were not very successful, so she continued to study music at the University of Antioquia in Colombia. Karol G then traveled to Universal Studios in Miami, Florida where she presented her project but was rejected to be signed for a record due to her gender. Karol comments about it in an interview with PAPER magazine, "About nine years ago, I went to Miami for the first time; my parents got me a meeting [with the label]. I presented my project,’ she says, ‘and they liked it. But they said I could maybe be a songwriter, but a woman making reggaeton? That wouldn't work.’”.

This is because reggaeton has always been a male-dominated genre so not many women have become popular in the genre, with a few exceptions like Dominican artist Natti Natasha, Mexican-American artist Becky G, and Puerto Rican artist Ivy Queen, who became famous in the early 2000s and is known as the “Queen of Reggaeton”. However, it can be safely said that there are many more mainstream male reggaeton artists, like the artists I had previously mentioned. Even the “King of Reggaeton”, Daddy Yankee, who you have probably heard of before, is more globally known than the “Queen of Reggaeton”. In fact, I even asked my friend, who was born and raised in Dominican Republic until he migrated to New Jersey at 16 years old, if he knew who Ivy Queen was, and he said he did not know her, but of course when I mentioned I was writing about "reggaeton", the first person he thought of was Daddy Yankee.

However Karol G was not deterred by the rejection and continued to perform wherever she could back in Colombia with the support of her father, but by 2014 she moved to New York to try to boost her career in America again. Karol G saw an advertisement for business administration classes on the subway, which helped her learn more about the industry. From that time until she released “Ahora Me Llama” (Now He Calls Me) with Bad Bunny in 2017, Karol G released some more songs, one of them called “Ricos Besos” (Sweet Kisses) which was a hit in Colombia, and she signed with Universal Music Latino. Karol G created a strong foundation for her career which can explain how she is flourishing now as a global reggaeton icon and did not end up as a “one-hit wonder”. 

I personally admire Karol G a lot because she is a strong advocate for woman empowerment and breaking the misogynistic boundaries of the reggaeton genre, which she has demonstrated through her rise to the top of the reggaeton world with songs confidently embracing her femininity and sexuality.

From just looking at some of the lyrics from her breakthrough song “Ahora Me Llama” (Now He Calls Me), Karol G states, “Yo soy dueña de mi vida, a mí nadie me manda” (I am the owner of my life, no one controls me). Marty Preciado of NPR Music describes this song as, “A bass-heavy, unapologetic trap anthem to the power of femininity, soiled in hi-hats and heavy sub-bass, the song challenges hegemonic masculinity, singing about respect, love and sex-positive decisions… Karol G confidently states about the ownership, control and enjoyment of her life, femininity and sexuality.”

Another one of her biggest hits, “Tusa” (Heartbreak) became a global anthem for women, as the reggaeton song is about a woman trying to get over her ex and heal and to remind her to “know her worth”. The collaboration with Nicki Minaj, who has been globally known as the "Queen of Rap" for years and is never ashamed to express her sexuality and boost confidence in fellow women, makes the song an even more powerful piece of motivation to help women move on to bigger and better things.

Karol G’s song, “Bichota” (Bad B*tch) is another viral anthem of femininity where she created her own unique term from Puerto Rican word “bichote” which means “a powerful drug dealer”, to “a strong and empowered woman”. She explained further in an interview on the “The Tonight Show” with Jimmy Fallon, “I wanted to create a ‘bichota’ but its meaning is going to be: a bitch boss girl, powerful, great, incredible, doing her things by herself, you know?”.

The last track that I think really shows Karol G’s support for women is not a part of any of her albums, since she was the featured artist, but “MAMIII” by Becky G is a reggaeton track about female empowerment for ending a toxic relationship, which many women can relate to. 

I think these four songs that I mentioned were really unique in the reggaeton genre because since it is such a male-dominated genre, there are not many reggaeton songs about women ending toxic relationships or female empowerment. In fact, it is a very common trend in reggaeton for male artists to over-sexualize and objectify women in their songs instead, so the fact that Karol G made all these four songs that basically diss men and motivate women into hits, shows that the genre is moving in a new direction.

Altogether, Karol G is such an inspiring icon for women, proving that she overcame barriers due to her gender by making a name for herself in a genre that has barely been touched by women. I think it is important to recognize that she is truly changing the industry through her consistent billboard chart-topping hits, her creation of “bichota”, a new female-empowering term, and just her overall loyal global fanbase. In fact, the same company that rejected Karol, Universal Studios, actually offered her a contract 7 years later because of her global status, so I think she is living proof that anything is possible with hard work and dedication.

I would like to end this blog post with a motivating quote that Karol G said in an interview with the LA Times, “For years, I heard that women do not do reggaeton. Reggaeton and urban music belong to men, but as a woman, you belong to men. Now women are on another level. We are well prepared to lead. We've earned it and we're going to fight for it”. Hopefully we can continue to see Karol G progress with even more hits and be able to break the boundaries of reggaeton with her large influence. If you would like to take a listen to some of Karol G's music, I have linked her Spotify playlist below!

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[ryuzakemo128]

The Angel Of Death

Chapter Twenty Three: Second Stage Of Grief: Anger

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Chapter Summary: Red has been going through the five stages of grief.

Trigger Warning: Mention of violence and death.

Red and her opponent walked into the ring, Alfie didn't watch and Aberama wasn't within eyeshot from what she could see. She could unleash her anger into her fighting, and no one would be any the wiser. If they thought she was angry before, she is beyond angry now.

The fight started out evenly enough, with both women sizing each other up and throwing a few punches to feel each other out. But it quickly became clear that Red was the more skilled fighter. Effortlessly dodged the Colombian’s punches and countered with quick, precise blows that seemed to hurt her more than the Colombian was used to. As the fight went on, Red started to toy with her opponent, landing whatever punches she wanted and making the Colombian look sloppy and out of control. The Columbian was getting tired, and Red was just getting warmed up.

As the fight continues, Red's anger began to swell up and slip into her fighting. The match slowly started to get bloodier than the previous ones held there. Red's smirk was devious and her need to win had conquered all her senses. She knows she is going to kill this woman, and she relishes the thought.

For a long time, the two women fought evenly. Blood flowed from both their noses and mouths, and they were both battered and bruised. But eventually, the Red's superior skills began to take their toll. The Colombian was winded, her punches losing their power. The Colombian matriarch tries to fight back, but she is no match for the Red's vicious attack. She is beaten down, and finally, when she is lying on the ground, helpless, the Red delivers the final, fatal blow.

It would have been over sooner had they kept her friend alive, but unfortunately for their business and everything else that was important related to the underground fighting business they had would be in ruins.

Alfie and Aberama went to see the aftermath of Red's fight. Red had won, the business the mafia had set up there promptly ruined and disheveled about losing their leader.

"I told you I would win."

"You told us a lot of things," Alfie replied, "Did you end up taking that gun of hers?"

"Yeah, a real beauty this one. But not the time to really look at it."

"I have a feeling if we wait too long. They'll throw us in there too," Aberama told the two of them.

Red, Aberama and Alfie snuck out of the arena, to get both Red's and Galina's things from the boss's office. Red had to move on, but the anger remained bubbling and boiling, simmering in a metaphorical pot.

The return home, it wasn't like any other as her friend is dead and she was stuck with a homicidal Jewish man for a good while. Aberama wasn't much better in terms of first impressions either. Although meeting in an underground fighting arena wouldn't make her look any good either. Not like she had any control over it at the time.

She never felt more alone in the world than she did right then and there. She hadn't killed in that way before, never had her back against the wall and had the need to kill. Galina kept her away from things like that since she died it meant more of those moments and her condition would likely get worse from that day forward.

"Red's not the same since her friend died," The secretary spoke to Thomas, "I haven't seen her eat in days either. She pays me well, but she doesn't say much other than weirdly encouraging things about how I should improve my writing."

Thomas walked over to Red's office, "She already tried killing herself Sir, don't try to push her anymore than she has already." She had Galina's and Red's armory turned into more of a vault. Until Red has processed through every single stage of grief. Red was banned from her own gun arsenal by her own secretary.

"You don't have to help me you know"

"You pay me, you gave me this job and I intend to keep this job."

"There are higher paying jobs for skilled and trained women like yourself." Red responded causing her to laugh.

"I don't think you understand how high paying this job is," The woman confused Red further, "This job has paid for my children's education. Put food on the table, you taught me how to read, write and how to defend myself."

"We teach anyone willing to learn. Well I do now, since she has passed away." Red explained, "You know this better than anyone else. As you have met half a dozen that worked in this area alone."

"So you can't be serious," She urged Red to speak more.

"Not anymore. Not after that lecture." Red jokingly remarked putting a pot of tea on.

"Mister Shelby is here, he wanted to speak with you," The woman spoke calmly opening the door revealing Thomas waiting on the other side.

"Thomas come in, come in, Red says gesturing towards her office.

"You are drunk" Thomas spoke walking into her office.

"Only slightly drunk," Red says in defense.

"Why is your arsenal locked up then?" Thomas questioned.

"My lovely secretary decided it would be better for my health and until I have grieved my friends death to the point of acceptance. I will have access to it again." Red explained, "Before you go there, no I'm not firing her."

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[yutaleks]

theres this colombian coworker i sat next to on friday and she was hilarious n gorgeous ! when our shift ended, as she was getting ready to leave, she started a rather insightful monologue which went like: (wont translate it, doesnt hit the same in english) "aunque no lo parezca, soy una señora. tengo 31 años. como todos los sabados, me voy a ir de fiesta, a disfrutar la vida, y es lo que tienen que hacer ustedes mujercitas también. salgan, no cedan al vicio, no caigan en las mentiras de los hombres, y no se droguen. o droguense, pero con cuidado. chaito." HAHA well is she lying? she's got a point! mención honoraria al momento en que faltaban 15 min para q se termine nuestra jornada y a ella se le escapo un "quince minutos y me voy a la mIERRRdaaa ay perdón" un poquito fuerte en medio de la ofi AKJAKJSJKAKJ encima con el acento re fuerte y la tonadita la amé I love when women !! - cannibal anon

HAHAHAHA. Anon I love Colombian women so much they are so FUNNY. I hope my Colombian sense of humor translates some times. There’s no way to really convey in English how funny the way Colombians talk is. Pero llamándose una señora y nada más tiene 31??? She should be in the club (/j) HAHA. “Droguense pero con cuidado” DYINGGGGGG she was so right. Everything she said ✅✅✅ y no puedo exagerar que los colombianos dicen “pa la mierda” as often as they breathe. It’s just how we are 🤧

I think the worst thing about living in America is that I didn’t get the strong accent ☹️ when I meet randos in public and tell them I’m Colombian they clock me immediately “but you’re American aren’t you?” Like… ok maybe!! But not really!! Please 🥲

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