#narcos blurb

[intoanotherworld23]

In The Middle

Summary: Javier decides to let Steve join in

Warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral female receiving, voyeurism, dom Javier, slightly dom Steve, submissive reader, praise kink, dirty talk, implied threesome

A/N: haven’t written for Javier in what seems like ages so here is for all my Javier Pena girls! Reblogs and comments are always encouraged and appreciated to help support your fellow writers! My tag list for Pedro is always open so feel free to join! Thanks everyone so much! XOXO

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Feeling completely lost and overwhelmed as hands gripped the sheets beneath you. Knees bent with your legs spread wide open muscles burning from the stretch. Javier and Steve looking up at your disheveled face. A panting and sweaty mess.

"That's it cariño, that's such a good girl for us." Soft praises echoing in your ear as Javier sinks three fingers inside of you while Steve kisses your legs.

Steve’s jeans were starting to become tighter as he watched you unfold because of them. Wanting to pull himself out and slip his cock between those lips. The mere visual had a shiver running up his spine.

"Can you feel his fingers inside that tight cunt?" Steve speaks up as he kisses your hips a mocking tone in his voice. Twisting your face in the most innocent way making both men snicker. Javier curving his fingers up making you gasp as Steve keeps a firm grip on you to keep your body still. Trailing sweet and lingering little kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"Poor baby can't speak." His voice barely above a whisper like he just wanted you to hear him. Javier exchanging glances between you two as he thrusted his fingers harder so he was currently knuckle deep inside of you.

"Can you speak? Can you do that for us baby?" Javier wanted to hear your sweet voice and knew you were struggling right now.

Giving them both a nod in reassurance to let them know you were alright. Soft lips kissing your cheeks as you reached to grab each man. Fisting Steve’s shirt sure to leave crinkles. The other hand tugging on Javier’s hair as the palm of his hand brushed against your clit.

"Javi I want your tongue." Whining pathetically  Javier smirking up at you while Steve started pinching your nipples into nubs.

"Of course, anything for my pretty girl." Swiftly removing his fingers feeling incredible empty at the sudden loss whimpering that it hurt and you needed to feel him.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

"There you go sweetheart." Steve chuckles in your ear as you fully let yourself go. "It's okay, I got you."

And you know that he does. Javier trusted Steve with his life and that he would do anything to keep you safe, and made sure you were well taken care of. Javier had always fantasized how you would act with Steve so close and intimate. Thankful now that he approached his fellow detective with the idea who was quick to agree.

Javier was putting in quick work right now. He wanted it so badly he was desperate to have you cumming on his tongue. Typically he liked to take his time, and edge you until you were a mess. But today, he wanted your orgasm.

"I know you're so close." A loud moan slipping out of your mouth echoing around the room. Writhing between the two men as Steve reaches a hand down to rub circles on your clit as Javier thrusts his thick tongue in your sensitive cunt.

The closer you get the more your legs start to tremble and shake, and the more intense Javier eats your cunt out like a starving animal. The two men look to each other with determination on their faces. You can feel yourself starting to slip.

"Oh fuck." Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching. Javier looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and that Steve was here to witness it.

Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Javier could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line. Steve really felt honored that he was here to be a part of this even though he would have loved to feel you around him.

"That's it cariño, let go for us."  A low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the spectacular orgasm you just experienced. But for some reason though it still wasn't enough.

Feeling a pair of lips kissing your thigh and another kissing your neck. Javier’s touch was always so gentle as he helped ease you through the orgasm. Both men taking in your sweaty and messy look like you were a work of art. A tear running down your cheek only to have Steve wipe it away.

"Still need more don't you cariño?" Javier looking between your legs to see how drenched you still were you cunt clenching around air only further confirming what he knew.

"Yes Javi please it hurts." Whimpering as you started to grind your hips against the bed pressing your thighs together to help ease the pressure you felt.

"Then let's give her more Steve."

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[talaok]

Heyy, first, I'd like to say that I really love your writing, keep it up!

And I'd like to make a request, I know we all went crazy over Pedro on SNL (he looked so handsome!!!), and I would love to read a Pedro x Reader behind the scenes of the show, her watching, supporting, and being proud of Pedro, and then the two of them going out together to the SNL after party, dancing, kissing, enjoying each other's company, very fluffy, and a bit of smut at the end?

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

warnings: very very faint allusion to smut

a/n: he did look handsome and thank you so much love <3 (and yes this ask skipped the line bc as always it wouldn't have made sense for me to post it in two weeks)

It was incredible how nervous he was. He'd done this already, and yet he was acting like a kid like at his first recital.

"you're gonna do amazing baby" you promised, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek "Now go out there and have fun"

His eyes anxiously danced around your face

"my heart's beating so fast" he huffed a laugh

"I know" you smiled, stoking his cheek "but remember, you have nothing to be scared of, you've done this already, and you were amazing at it, so just relax"

"ok" he took a breathy sigh "yeah, you're right. I can do this"

"that's it" you grinned, but before you could say anything more he was kissing you like it was the last time he ever could.

"Pedro?" his assistant's voice brought you back to reality "It's time"

You smiled as he leaned away.

"I love you" he promised, the honesty of that statement shining through his eyes

"I love you too baby" you murmured "Now go!" you said, giving him a playful push "Break a leg!"

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As you already knew, everything went perfectly smoothly, he and Bad Bunny were an amazing duo, and you could just see how well they got on even with the cameras off.

The monologue was perfect, and you didn't miss any opportunity to cheer and laugh every time you could, but as much as you'd loved it... nothing could top the Ms. Flores sketch.

You loved it last time, and you loved it this time too.

Even just seeing him in the costume made you laugh (you had filled your camera roll with photos of him) but then combined with the actual sketch... it was just perfection.

You almost didn't want him to change, you kind of liked the constant teasing of calling him mama and telling him just how sexy he was, but unfortunately, he did change.

Imagine what a look that must have been for the afterparty instead of that old shirt he wore everywhere.

But then again, considering how much he was sweating from the dancing maybe it was a good call.

"thank you for tonight" he spoke over the music, as the song changed to a slower one "I couldn't have done it without you sweetheart"

"oh stop" you rolled your eyes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you swayed to the music "You would have been amazing regardless." you smiled "I'm surprised they haven't offered you a role as a permanent part of the cast yet"

"No I'm serious" he laughed softly "I don't know if I would have gotten on that stage without you"

"baby..." you cooed, touched by his words "I love you. I'm always gonna be there for you"

"and me for you" he murmured, before kissing you.

You could only vaguely feel everyone around you and hear the music, it was just you and him.

He always made you feel like that.

"I've just realized I was so anxious for tonight that I haven't told you how beautiful you look yet," he said, making you blush faintly.

"You look beautiful too" you murmured, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips "Not as much as you did when you were dressed as Ms. Flores, but you're not so bad"

He couldn't help but laugh at that

"You'll never let that go, will you?"

"nope" you chuckled, earning another kiss, this time deeper and much... hungrier.

You whimpered into his mouth as his hand on your back started traveling dangerously low.

"baby-"

"you're gorgeous sugar"

you bit down a grin at that

"I know that look"

"what look" he silenced you with another kiss "I'm not doing anything" he breathed, his lips now on your neck

And as much as you weren't completely conscious of everyone around you, a part of your brain still was.

"I think it's time we go home baby" you whispered

"yeah" he nodded, meeting his lips with yours again "Yeah I think it is"

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[peterparkersnose]

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[namorslutfanfiction]

Hi it’s me again! You asked me to send multiple asks so here I am! So how about a couple blurbs for Rafa? One with #4 and another with #30 from the prompt list? Thank you friend 💜💜

Hey hey. So this first one turned into a whole mammoth. So I'm going to post #4 as it's own fic. And will post #30 as a separate post. It will just be easier to add to my Masterlist.

Summary: It's your birthday and Rafa has a gift for you, after months of the two of you fighting like cats.

You could practically feel Rafa losing his mind across the crowded club. For months the both of you had been at each others throats. In private you would find yourselves down each others throats in angry hook ups. Your disdain and attraction was palpable to everyone who had to watch you fight like neighborhood cats over the weed that Miguel had you both cultivating. Outside of your tenuous relationship with Rafa, the rest of the boys respected you. To the rest of the men you were one of the boys, except tonight. Tonight you had let Sofia and her girls dress you up as an apology gift. And while you hated the rich bitch's guts, she had taste and an eye for slutty clothing. Impressive considering she didn't have the curves to fill them out, but you did.

The tight, low-cut, and back baring dress fit you like a glove and left little to the imagination. This was a stark contrast to your normal outfits of jeans, boots, and flannels. It wasn't that you couldn't dress up, it was that it was pointless in your field. You however knew that you cleaned up well, and from the wolf whistles that had filled the club from your fellow narcos, they knew it too. You were in the middle of the dancefloor being fed drinks and dancing with everyone who took your hand. With the work you did and the men you surrounded yourself with it was rare for you to immerse yourself in your feminine wiles. But today was your birthday and it was time to party.

You glanced across the room as you danced with Chapo who was being as protective as an older brother. You locked eyes with Rafa who was deftly ignoring Sofia who was perched on the couch next to him, failing to grab his attention. It had been easy to pull Rafa in your direction after Sofia's betrayal. It made you scoff in disgust when she came back begging for the curly haired man's forgiveness. But he treated her like a whore now, instead of some goddess.

When Amado took your hand and stole you away from Chapo you followed. You disliked Amado but you knew it would get a rise out of the other narco. Rafa was always his sexiest when he was angry. He was such a cocky, self absorbed bastard but he was great in bed and had gotten you hooked on his chaotic nature after that first explosive hook up.

It had happened after weeks of tension, bickering, and threatening to kill each other. A late night when you couldn't sleep so you had been in the field, smoking a blunt, and basking in the cold desert night.

"Brujita, what are you doing out here? It's dangerous for a woman to be out here at night," Rafa circled you, his gold glinting in the light of the moon. You scoffed and blew smoke at him. He was more calm than he usually was in your presence as he stepped up close to you, his chest nearly touching yours, "There are coyotes out here you know."

"Don't pretend like you care whether or not I get eaten by coyotes. If I did you'd probably throw a party," You smirked at the dark man, annoyed that your eyes were drawn to his lips. The heady smell of weed was thick now that you had nearly burnt your blunt to a nub. You took one more long drag before tossing the butt to the ground and grinding it into the dirt with your boot heel. "I'll leave your precious little field now, cabron. But remember it wouldn't have grown this fast or this quickly without me."

You turned, walking down the aisle of plants. You expected him to shout some insult at you but instead he came up behind you and wrapped his hand around your throat, pointing a gun to your temple. Rafa's back was pressed to your front as he dug the tip of the handgun into the side of your head, "Pinche perra. I should have killed you when you came looking for your traitor brother. We don't need you anymore. We have everything and the crop is bigger than anything you could have ever done on your own you arrogant whore."

You knew you surprised him when you laughed. Rafa's hand may have been at your throat but he wasn't restricting your air way. "Do it then, puto. Like I give a fuck."

Rafa pushed you away and you turned to face him. The high making you reckless. The memories of your brother on what would have been his birthday making you hysterical. You grabbed the gun's nozzle and pointed it at your chest, pressing it up against your skin. "Come on, Quintero. Pull the trigger. I'll say 'hi' to my brother for you."

Rafa raised an eyebrow, "You're crazy."

You were sweating and getting more frustrated by the second. He looked so fuckable with that stupid ass look on his face. You unbuttoned the last few buttons of your flannel and tossed it on the ground, leaving you in your bra and jeans. You didn't miss the way that Rafa looked at your full chest. His gun was lowered toward the ground now but you took the barrel once more and brought it up to your face. Looking him in the eye, you opened your mouth and licked the tip of the gun seductively. Rafa's irises blew out to the edges of his pupil.

You burst out laughing again as you pushed the gun off to the side and grabbed the Narco's gold chain and yanked him close so you could speak into his ear. "Before you kill me maybe we could have some fun. Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me sometimes. I've thought about it too, hate fucking you after one of our fights. I'd love to choke you while I show you what a good fuck really is, because whatever you were doing with that skank Sophia was pathetic."

Rafa's hand found your throat again and pushed you up against one of the plants. You grinned at him, knowing that her betrayal was still fresh, even if Miguel had gotten him out of it as always. The narco was breathing hard, enraged, and pressed up close to you. You snaked your hand down his other arm, prying his gun from his hand and dropping it to the floor. The thump of it hitting the dirt was the only sound besides your heaving breaths and the rustle of leaves.

You guided Rafa's other hand to your throat, "You're too much of a pussy to fuck me so might as well kill me now and get it over with."

Pulling him even closer by his biceps as his hands wrapped around your throat, you rocked your hips against his, feeling his rage fueled hard on. His eyes flicked down to your lips then met your gaze. "Fucking bitch."

Rafa's whisper was lost as his lips crashed against yours. He caged you up against the plant as he bit and licked and sucked his way to your bra. He shoved it aside and suckled hard on your nipple, nipping at it as his hand undid your jeans. You were impatient. The high and turmoil had turned you on and left your panties wet. As much as you would have loved to make him kneel and eat your cunt you wanted to be filled.

You pushed him off and turned, pushing your jeans to your knees and bending over slightly. Rafa was ready behind you, the sound of his buckle being undone and his pants being pushed down was followed by the feel of him thrusting his cock into your wet pussy. You gasped at the sensation. Fuck he was bigger than you thought.

The tan man fisted your hair and pulled you back against his chest, while the other held your hip. He let out a litany of curses as he fucked you mercilessly. When he bit down on you throat you couldn't help but cry out loudly, clenching down on his cock. Your orgasm hit you like a train and sent you spasming. If he hadn't been holding you up so he could continue fucking you, your legs would have given out.

He lasted awhile longer and you taunted him the whole time. "That's right, pendejo. You may hate me but you like fucking me more don't you."

You reached back and turned, pulling his lips to yours. "Come on, Quintero, fuck me like you want me dead."

You were only able to kiss him for a moment before he pushed you to bend forward, your head in the plant, smelling strongly of weed, as he pounded into you. He held your shoulders as he thrust deep and hard. The angle and the sound of him panting, telling you that you were a bitch but you had a good pussy, sent you over the edge again. With another few thrusts Rafa filled you. When he pulled out you only took a moment to catch your breath before shrugging out of his hold. You dressed without looking at him or speaking a word then walked away.

You shook your head, bringing yourself back to the present. The music was loud and Amado was behind you, holding you too close. Your skin was just beginning to crawl when Rafa appeared before you. Without a word, Rafa wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you to stand behind him.

Amado laughed and raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement, "I was just having fun man. She didn't seem to mind."

Rafa growled, "Walk away."

Amado glanced at Rafa's hand that was wrapped around his gun, then nodded and made his way to another part of the dance floor.

"You're so jealous. It's like how you say you love me without saying it." You poked fun at the Narco who still had a firm grip on your wrist. Feeling good from the drinks and weed you impulsively pressed your body up against his side and hugged his arm between your bodies.

Rafa looked down at you, expression unreadable. "I'll kill you."

You giggled and then pulled him along, "Then fuck me like you want me dead. You know that's how I like it best."

His lips upturned the slightest bit as you led him to the back of the club and up some stairs. You glanced around and paused at the door, looking over the balcony. "Where's the rich bitch?"

Rafa pushed you up the last step and pushed the door open around you, the warmth of him enveloping your bare back as he whispered in your ear, "I sent her to get drinks. It's the only way I could get away from that witch."

Rafa pushed you gently into the room and kicked the door closed behind you. The floor to ceiling windows of the room were tinted so no one could see inside, but you could see the bustling party down below. It was invigorating knowing how close you were to so many people. Rafa was right behind you, his presence sending a pleasing shiver down your spine. You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist as he started kissing your neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh. You felt his hips moving against your own as he guided you to the couch and then threw you on to it.

His jeans were tented noticeably and you hated how damn good he looked. Menacing and sensual while he took off his shirt and unbuckled his pants. He set his gun down on the coffee table as he knelt down over you. "It's annoying how horny I've been since you came in looking like this. Who knew you could look so fuckable?"

Rafa's hands travelled down your body. First pushing your hair out of the way and over your shoulder. His dark hand gripped your jaw to kiss you slowly and with tongue. Then he held you down by your neck with one hand while the other travelled down the deep v of your dress. His finger tips gliding down your sternum between your breasts. Before he pushed the fabric aside and exposed them to the cool air of the private room. He intentionally pinched your nipples hard before finding the short hem of your dress and pushing it up to your waist.

"Easy access, I thought it would be convenient," You moaned out, as he fondled your bare pussy, not a string of an undergarment in sight.

"Consider this your birthday present," Rafa whispered as he teased your clit. His lips found yours for a moment before he kissed down your neck, chest, belly, then knelt down and made a home between your thighs.

Your fingers immediately gripped his thick curls as his tongue glided through your wetness. You had thought he would fuck you quickly like all the other times but this was different, he was savoring it, savoring you. His tongue delved into your weeping hole and you cried out. Your nerve endings were exploding with pleasure. His grip on your thighs was so hard it was almost painful but you didn't doubt that the way you yanked at his hair was equally as uncomfortable.

You relinquished your tight grip on his hair to sit up and look down at him. His deep dark eyes looking up at you from between your legs, his curls bouncing slightly, and his nose bumping against your clit all while he tongue fucked you was more than you could bare. You came hard, moaning his name like he owned you just as the door burst open.

"Rafa!" Sofia was standing at the doorway, a drink in each hand, and a shocked expression on her face. You didn't care to react, still coming down from your orgasmic high. You turned your head to her direction while Rafa sat back on his heels.

"Put the drinks on the table and leave," Rafa barked at her.

Sofia looked like she might cry but also like she could kill him. She hesitated, making Rafa pick up his gun and point it at her. As he did so he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. "You're interrupting her birthday present. So leave the drinks and get the fuck out of my sight. And don't you dare think about throwing them at her or I'll kill you where you stand, you arrogant bitch."

Sofia stomped forward and deposited the drinks on the table, making them spill slightly with the force at which she slammed them down. Rafa watched her turn and head for the door, all while fingering you and teasing your clit with his other hand. He called after her, "Close the door."

As soon as the door was latched, the narco grabbed one shot and threw it back. He took the other, taking it into his mouth and not swallowing. Rafa hovered over you, still working your pussy with one hand as he kissed your lips and fed you the shot with his mouth. The way he was consuming you, the way he had so viciously gotten rid of Sophia, and even the way he had gotten rid of Amado was overwhelming you. You needed his cock inside of you.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathy and moaning as his fingers played with you, "Gimme your cock, Rafa. I want the rest of my present."

"Fuck you like I want you dead, right?" Rafa grinned deviously. He latched his lips around one of your nipples, making you arch up against him. You heard his boots fall to the ground followed by his jeans. He sat up and swiftly pulled off your strappy heels. You couldn't help but admire his strong torso, tan skin, and his hard cock that he fisted in his hands.

The sight of his swollen tip and the dripping precum made you eager. Sitting up you simultaneously pushed him to sit back on the couch and threw your leg over his lap. Without a moment of hesitation you impaled yourself on his hard cock making the both of you groan in pleasure. Wasting no time you started to ride him, fingers threaded through his hair for leverage. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your rocking as the sounds of your fucking filled the room. The sounds of the club were muffled but the bass of the music was pounding in the walls.

You melted into the sensations. The feel of skin on skin. The wet slap of your hips slamming into his. The depth at which his cock delved inside of you. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss before he took a turn to suck a mark into your neck, then the tops of your breasts. Your dress was crumpled at your waist, forgotten and useless.

Your orgasm came in a heavy wave of pleasure that had your hips stuttering. But Rafa held you close and rammed his hips upward, fucking you through your peak. He didn't stop when your spasming and clenching ceased. Instead he turned you down onto the couch, your sensitive nipples rubbing up against the fabric as he got on top of you. You bit the couch cushion preparing yourself for when he would stop running his fingers down your back, and cease his kisses on your shoulders. He guided his tip back to your pussy, his chest pressed against your back. Rafa thrust into your pussy from behind, his arms bracing himself above you.

He let out a laugh as he held your hip and then fisted your hair, nipping at your ear he whispered, "You're such a good little bitch when you want to be. Look at you taking me like the whore that you are. Loving it."

You chuckled between moans, turning your head so he could hear you, "Don't pretend you don't love how my pussy feels wrapped around you. Cum for me, Rafa. You said this was your present to me."

His pace quickened, making you cry out as you came again. But Rafa roared as he thrusted hard and deep three more times, spilling inside of you. He stilled, heaving breaths filling the room as he came down. He pulled out and flipped you over gently. Rafa pushed your hair off your sweaty forehead and kissed your cheek. He glanced down as he dipped his fingers between your legs. "You look your best with my cum dripping out of you."

You mewled as he glided a finger into your mess of a cunt and then pulled it out. Rafa brought it to your lips and you obediently took his finger into your mouth and licked it clean. He surprised you by kissing you deeply, tongues dancing against each other as your juices mingled.

When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled you half way on top of him, your leg draped over his and your head on his shoulder. Rafa sighed as you slowly succumb to post coital exhaustion. The tender kiss on your forehead surprised you. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was a soft whisper of "Happy Birthday, preciosa."

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Well that took a life of it's own.

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[spacecowboyhotch]

May I request BIRDS from the first prompt list, with our man Javier Peña ❤️

Summer Song

prompt: [ BIRDS ] A song in the tree outside, at the crack of dawn. 

pairing: javier peña x gn!reader

contents: waking up at the crack of dawn (yes, this is offense to me as a woman who loves sleep), allusions to ptsd if you squint

wc: 492

an: ngl, as a resident bird hater, defending this bird was tough but thank you for requesting this anon, javi deserves the sweetest softest existence after all he’s been through!

summer blurbs prompts + masterlist | misc. masterlist

Javier hated the bird that sat outside his window. Every single day like clockwork, it would start to sing just as the sun began to peek over the horizon.

He struggles with sleep enough, always falling asleep late after being paralyzed by the dark recollections of his mind. He could deal with once or twice a week, a few days in a row even, but every day since he’s come back from Colombia this bird has driven him crazy with soft, sweet notes that anyone else would enjoy.

That you enjoy.

Yes— he hated the bird until he met you, until he saw how you saw the beauty in it and its song.

His heart changed one of the first times you decided to stay over. As always, the bird began to sing, perched on the branch that comes nearest to Javi’s window. You blinked awake, glancing over at Javi who hadn’t come to just yet. Slinking out of his bed, you’d made your way to the window, watched the bird sing with curious eyes.

It was a combination of that noisy bird and the loss of your warmth that finally woke him.

“What are you doing up?” He asked sleepily, running a hand through his bedhead.

“This little guy says it’s time to started the day.”

“You listen to birds do you?”

“To nature,” You quip, rolling your eyes playfully. “C’mere. Watch the way the sun paints the sky, you’ll see.”

He did see that day when he joined you at the window— each melody the bird sang somehow explained each color that stained the sky.

Since then, it’s sort of become your tradition. Each time you stay over your eyes open before the bird can begin to sing— it’s just enough time to perch on Javi’s window sill for the perfect view of the sunrise.

“You know that bird probably hates me,” He murmurs into your ear one morning. He presses a soft kiss to your skin, unable to help himself.

“The feeling is mutual, is it not?” You ask teasingly, noting how he’s always slower to get out of bed, a little quieter than you during these moments.

Javi sighs. “It used to be. I threw rocks at him once.”

“Javi,” You say in scolding, brows raised at him.

“Excuse me for wanting to sleep past 5 a.m.”

You laugh softly, turning back to look at the sky that’s filled with orange and yellow. “What changed?”

“You.”

You’re at a loss for words, your head turning so that you can catch his gaze. And as you try to formulate a response, you realize that there’s nothing you could say to explain the way his words have made you feel. Your head feels a little dizzy in the best way, your heart warm. Instead of trying to speak you lean forward, kissing him gently. By the way he kisses you back, you know that Javi understands.

He always understands.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x gn!reader #javier peña fanfiction #narcos fanfiction #arson writes narcos #summer blurbs #anon

[illfoandillfie]

after Javi moves back to Texas, betting your friends that you can get the infamous man’s number at the bar, but getting a lot more

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 10

Another great prompt! Hopefully I've done it justice

Warnings: suggestive themes and talk of sex but nothing explicit, minimal editing.

The first Friday night of the month meant it was girl’s night out. You and your best friends would get dressed up, head out, and drink and dance until the early hours of the morning. In the past you’d all used it as a chance to find hook ups but things had changed a little since both Katrina and Larissa had actually met guys worth dating. It left you as the only single one but they both acted as your wingwomen, helping you pick out the best of the club goers to flirt with. But, tradition stated that the night should always begin at a small local bar, a little on the seedy side but not too gross. It catered to a different clientele than the clubs you’d head to later so it was rare to meet anyone there who you might want to pick up, but the drinks were reasonably priced and you could get a plate of fries or wings if you wanted to fill up a little. If you were lucky there’d be one or two men you could make eyes at across the room or convince to buy you a drink, help you get into the groove of flirting and give you a little confidence injection before you moved onto the big leagues. But it wasn’t often you were lucky.  

“No hotties here tonight,” you sighed, reaching for your quarter full glass.   “Hey that one guy who offered to buy you a drink was kind of cute,”  “You just think that cause he’s your boyfriend’s twin.”  There was laughter round the table as Katrina nodded guiltily.  “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll get you laid. Although I still think you should give that guy you work with a chance.”  “Ugh no, too awkward. I want to meet someone the old fashioned way – grinding on them to club music and only learning their name aftrer we’ve fucked.”  You all laughed again and fell into a conversation about where you’d head once you’d finished your drinks. But you quickly stopped listening. Your eyes had been drawn to the door as someone new arrived. He headed straight for the bar and you watched him sit down and order, a bottle of beer placed in front of him.  “Well hold on girls, things might have just changed.” You nodded towards the man who was looking around the place. You got the impression he was new to the area.   “Isn’t that that Peña guy?” Katrina said, shooting a look at Larissa.  “No way, Javier Peña? is he back?”  “Yeah arrived a couple of weeks ago, doesn’t look like he has any plans to leave from what I’ve heard.”  You had no idea who Javier Peña was, but you did know he was hot.   “You can do better,” Katrina said with a shake of her head, her disapproval evident.   You looked over to the bar again, “I bet his moustache would feel good between my thighs.”  Larissa laughed and Katrina shot her a look.   “He’s a dick Y/N. Everyone says so.”  “Yeah,” Larissa added reluctantly, “Apparently he’s a total womanizer.”  “I don’t mind if he wants to womanize me for a night.” At the look Katrina gave you, you snorted and added, “Am I the only one with eyes here? He’s fucking hot.”  “He left someone at the alter.”  “Do I look like I want to get married?”  “I heard he’s been with hundreds of women, and half of them he paid.”  “That sounds like an exaggeration,” you rolled your eyes, “But even if it’s true, a hundred women can’t be wrong.”  “No way, you cannot be into him still,” Katrina laughed, “He’s totally infamous for being a man slut.”  “Stop selling him I’m already interested,” you laughed, waving aside her arguments. 

“Can you help me out here?” Katrina shot at Larissa who’s spent most of the back and forth laughing and egging you each on.   “Oh sure,” she turned to you, “What makes you think you could even pull him?”  “Excuse me?”  “Don’t encourage her,” Katrina pleaded.  “You heard me.”  “Um, bitch! Have you seen me?”  “Why don’t we finish up here and find a club instead?”  “Oh stop worrying, Trina. He sounds like the harmless sort of sleaze.”  “No one’s leaving. Except me. I’m gonna go to that bar and get his number.”  “I don’t think you will but good luck.”  “Alright lets make this interesting.”  “Seriously guys?” Katrina threw up her hands in exasperation.  “I like the way you think Y/N. Alright, loser has to buy the winner’s drinks for the rest of the night.”  “You’re so on.”  Katrina just sighed. 

When you got to the bar you stood close to where Javier was, pushed yourself up on your toes and leaned on the counter to order a new drink. You hoped it would draw attention to the short length of your dress. And it paid off because out of the corner of your eye you saw him turn to look at your ass before he slid some money across the bar and announced your drink was on him.   You smiled sweetly, “Thank you, that’s awful kind. Are you new around here? Don’t think I’ve seen youround before.”  “Not new. But it’s been a while.”  You were pleased you had an in and began making polite chit chat finding out he’d been in Colombia, asking if it was as nice as everyone said.   After about a minute he stopped you, “We don’t have to play this game.”  “Umm, what game?”  “I know I have a certain reputation around these parts. The way I left, of course I do. But let’s just call a spade a spade. You wanna come back to mine?”  You were entirely taken aback. His forwardness was not at all what you’d expected, nothing like what you were used to. But he was right, that’s what you wanted. You would have settled for his number to win your bet but the minute he’d walked in you’d wanted more.   “Well?”  “Give me a minute to tell my friend’s I’m leaving and then I’m yours.”

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #javier pena x reader #javi pena imagine #gonna go ahead and apologise skfksjfkfjf idk that i really wrote javi particularly well/in character #like maybe he comes off a little more jack 🤷‍♀️ #idk its been a hot minute since i watched narcos or read any javo fics

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

how about hot interrogation scene with edging and steve murphy? i feel KNOW he would enjoy it 🤤🔥

I don’t even know if i’ve ever written steve, which is a crime in itself.

smut warning!!

You whine, and it’s the first noise you’ve made in hours.

“Ah. There she is.”

The smirk on his face is lethal, all dark and mischievous.

“Come on, baby,” he continues. “I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want. Mutually beneficial.”

When you don’t reply, he sinks back onto his knees between your legs. Pressing a kiss into your knee, he licks his way up your inner thigh, nudging your core with his nose.

“Agent Murphy.”

It’s barely a whisper, but it makes Steve grin something wicked.

“Yeah, angel?”

His tone is all soft and laced with faux concern, sickly sweet and honeyed. You blink rapidly as the tears begin to fall down your cheeks, whether you want them to or not.

“Pretty girl. Hey, look at me.”

He grabs your jaw, squeezing ever so slightly.

“This can all be over right now, if you just tell me the name of your guy. One name, that’s all I want. Tell me, and I’ll make you come so hard you see stars. Over, and over, and over.”

Your loyalty is wavering. This blonde man with his big blue eyes is making it harder and harder for you to remember the cause you’re fighting for. All you can focus on is his big, warm, gun calloused hand that’s currently splayed across your thigh, as he uses his other one to slip a finger into you.

You shake your head, but you’re not sure you’ve even convinced yourself.

“It’s okay,” he coos. “We’ll stay here all night if we have to. Something tells me you wouldn’t mind all that much.”

You want to deny it. You can’t.

#murph writes blurbs #steve murphy x reader #steve murphy smut #steve murphy x reader smut #steve murphy x you #steve murphy imagine #steve murphy x y/n #steve murphy x oc #steve murphy blurb #steve murphy oneshot #narcos smut #narcos x reader #narcos x reader smut #narcos imagine #narcos x you

[ripcupid]

➤random Ellie blurb that came to me while watching a Javier edit. It’s that one scene from Narcos w Javi yk but w Ellie. Didn’t reread cause it’s 2 am ➤still working on something else but kinda busy rn and don’t have time to focus on something long.

“Did you have a good day today?” Ellie whispers against your skin, pulling down the straps of your tank top. 

You nod, letting out a soft moan when she nibbles on your neck. "Tell me about it."

"It was so boring without you," you whine with a pout, caressing the back of her head. Ellie hums, pulling down your shirt to reveal your covered tits to her hungry eyes. “Missed you so much, El,” you gasp, dropping your head back as she leaves feather-light kisses on your chest. Ellie pulls back to tug your shirt over your head. 

“Really, baby?” She grins, sliding down the straps of your bra off your arms, letting it fall to the floor. You nod eagerly with a pout. "I missed you too." You reach for the hem of her shirt, wanting to feel her skin against yours. She chuckles and helps you pull it off, revealing her freckled skin. Ellie's fingers trace around your nipple, pinching it gently as she leans in to kiss your chest. You whimper, feeling a dull ache between your legs. Her lips move to your nipples teasing the bud with the tips of her tongue while looking up at you. You arch your back, tangling your hands in her hair, urging her to continue. As she takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking and flicking it with her tongue, your hips begin to rock involuntarily.

You let out a moan, leaning back using your arm to keep yourself propped up. Ellie moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. You can feel yourself getting wetter and more needy as she continues to suck and tease. Your breathing becomes heavier as Ellie's hand sneaks down to your thigh, squeezing it gently. You let out a soft gasp as her fingers trail higher, grazing over your panties. "Let me make you feel good," she whispers, rubbing your cunt through the fabric. "Please," You nod, unable to resist her. Ellie leans in closer, her lips hovering over yours as she slides your underwear to the slide, dragging her finger through your slick folds.

Ellie groans feeling how wet you are for her. She brings her finger to her mouth, tasting your arousal before returning it to your clit. "Missed how sweet you taste," she murmurs against your lips. You gasp against her lips at the contact making her grin. "Keep your eyes on me, okay?" she whispers, before pressing her lips to yours in a heated kiss. You hold her face in between your hands,  deepening the kiss before breaking away to catch your breath. You look into her eyes, flicking them down to where her fingers rub circles around your clit. You whimper in pleasure, grinding your hips against her hand. 

"Such a pretty little pussy," she whispers before sliding a finger inside you and leaning in to kiss and lick your neck. You moan running your hand through her hair, feeling the pressure build up inside your belly. As she adds another finger, you arch your back and let out a loud gasp. She curls her fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your eyes  roll back. You grips onto the couch cushions, riding her fingers until you can't take it anymore.

She kisses you softly as she continues to move her fingers against your clit, swallowing every whimper and whine before leaning you back onto the couch. Ellie removes her fingers as you pant under her, bring them to her mouth and licking them clean. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as your eyes flutter close, trying to control your breathing. Ellie grins at you mischievously before leaning in to kiss you again, her lips kissing down your body. Her knees hit the floor as she settles between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs. She spreads your thighs further apart, pulling down your underwear, exposing your wetness to her hungry gaze. "You gonna let me taste you?" she whispers, kissing and kneading your thighs, her breath hot against your skin. 

"Please," you whimper, still sensitive from before. Ellie chuckles, kissing your clit gently, teasing it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth. You arch your back, moaning loudly as she continues to suck your clit. Your hands grip the cushions tightly as she lifts your legs to your chest, giving her better access to your cunt, delving deeper into you with her tongue, You reach for her head, caressing her hair as you grind against her face. Your mouth hangs open, moans slipping from your lips uncontrollably as Ellie laps at your pussy with fervor.

She groans against you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel your orgasm building once again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. You gasp as Ellie adds a finger, curling it just right to hit your sweet spot. With a loud cry, you come undone, your thighs shaking in her grasp. Ellie slows down, continuing to lick and kiss your sensitive clit until you try to push her away gently, the sensitivity becoming too much to bear.

You come down from your high, panting heavily and feeling completely spent. Ellie crawls up to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and whispering words of praise and adoration. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her close. Ellie pulls you back into her lap as she sits back down on the couch, stroking your hair. You rest your head on her shoulder, tucking your face in her neck. 

#ellie williams tlou2 #the last of us #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #smut #the last of us smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #tlou 2 #tlou ellie #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #the last of us 2 #ellie williams

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in December, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

Christmas Tree Farm (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Headcanons for Poe with someone shy and quiet - @ivystoryweaver

🔥Santa Baby (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Moon Knight

🔥Somnophilia (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @juneknight

Perks of Being a Wallflower (Jake Lockley x Plus Size!F!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Blossoms & Whiskers (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

It's Cold Outside (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥My Turn (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥Study Buddy (Uni!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

The Old Oak (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @mccn-bcys

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

🔥Divine Nights (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @moonlight-prose

🔥Helpless (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Audible (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @juneknight

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥Always Yours, Never Mine (Yandere Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor (new chapter means it gets rec-ed again 😌)

🔥Scratches and Bites (Miguel O'Hara x Spidergirl!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥After Dark (Dark!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

Ex Machina

🔥Centerpiece (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Accidental Kiss (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

🔥Kinktober Day 9 (Pegging) (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

🔥(Not) Good Enough (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @midgardian-witch

🔥Sugar & Spice (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Untitled Soft Nathan blurb (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Triple Frontier

🔥Santi & Aftercare (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

Narcos

🔥Tied Together (Javier Peña x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Mojave

🔥Cruel Intentions (Jack x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Won't Back Down

🔥High Tension (Youth Pastor!Michael Perry x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Inside Llewyn Davis

Untitled Sweet, Fluffy blurb (Llewyn Davis x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

#poe dameron x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #jack mojave x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #nathan bateman x reader #llewyn davis x reader #santiago garcia x reader #javier pena x reader #michael perry x reader #fic rec

[featherandferns]

hurricanes (fic)

jj maybank x fem!reader | angst central

content warning: mentions of drinking and drug use; mentions of sex; arguments and fights; unhealthy relationship

word count: 7k.

blurb: for so many of your memories, bad and good, it feels as if hurricanes are at the forefront. One night, during the midst of a storm, JJ comes to your house, seemingly to bring you one last memory of him.

You hate hurricanes.

They’re unruly and unpredictable; thrashing and destroying anything in their path. Chaos incarnated.

From inside your house, the windows rattle from a vicious blow of wind. Sighing, you leave the comfort of your bedroom to go to the kitchen. There’s no chance you’re getting to sleep anyway. Better brew a pot of coffee and maybe get some homework done throughout the night. As you stand over the machine, waiting for it to brew, you look out the window. It’s dark. Rain is splattered across the glass, droplets chasing after one another in an undisclosed race. You manage to make out your reflection. Bags under your eyes. Clothes hanging sadly on your body. Only recently had you managed to start eating well again, putting on weight and getting through more than one meal a day. So, knowing the effort that you’ve been making, you manage a smile.

The t-shirt you’re wearing is one of your favourites. It holds memories: the fit of laugher that had you in tears one night at a bonfire; the day you got your first A on an exam; a date with JJ. Your finger comes to tease at the collar, fingering the fabric, your smile growing from the memories. It felt nice to finally reminisce about your ex-boyfriend without wanting to crumble. Without the thought feeling like someone was twisting the knife that had yet to be eased out of your chest.

The coffee machine stops buzzing. You look down, coming back to yourself, and pour yourself a cup of coffee from the glass mug. Moving to sit on the sitting room sofa, reaching for the remote, you decide to try and distract yourself with a show. Your parents aren’t home and brother’s at college, granting an empty, quiet house. As you flick through the options on Netflix, you hesitate on one. Narcos. JJ loved that series. Had you watch some of the episodes with him – explaining the characters’ motives and filling in the plot-points from whatever you’d missed. A part of you deliberates watching it and letting yourself slip into some fantasy that JJ is sat by your side on the sofa, his hand comfortably on your knee, eyes glued to the screen. But you don’t. There’re new shows to watch, so why go back on the old? Settling on some Netflix-own drama, you sigh and have a sip of your coffee.

“No way, John B actually thinks he’s found the Royal Merchant,” you snort.

JJ shrugs. “That’s what he says.”

“Where?”

“At the bottom of the ocean,” JJ replies.

“No doy, idiot. I mean where abouts at the bottom of the ocean?” You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Oh! Somewhere off the continental drift,” JJ tells you.

He’s opened a bottle of beer for you and is passing it over. The two of you are lounging on your dad’s fishing boat, taking advantage of the nice weather.

“Bullshit,” you say, taking a swig.

“I’m telling you; he’s found it. The stuff in that motel room safe was fucking insane. The cops just pocketing the cash, too?”

“Cops are dirty: shock horror,” you sarcastically return.

JJ laughs with a nod. Then, smiling at you, he says, "well, all I know is when we find the Merchant-”

“-If-”

“When!” he corrects loudly, making you laugh. Then he’s shuffling up so he’s sat right next to you, hooking an arm comfortably around your waist. “When we find it, I’m using my share of gold to spoil my girl rotten.”

“Oh?” You prompt, raising a brow at him with a grin. He nods down at you.

“Mhm. I’m talking fancy dinners and expensive jewellery and that perfume you always check out whenever we’re at the mall but never buy.”

“It’s overpriced,” you brush off, rolling your eyes.

“It’d smell perfect on you,” JJ affirms. Makes your cheeks go warm.

Nudging him with your elbow, the bone digging softly into the flesh of his abs, you say, “well, I guess I could get on board with that then.”

“Just you wait until we find it,” JJ promises, raising his bottle in a silent toast.

Rolling your eyes lovingly at his ways, you lift yours to clink the neck of your bottle against his. JJ leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, sweet and summer-filled, with the lingering taste of beer. You gladly kiss him back, sinking into the familiar feel of your boyfriend. This is going to be the best summer yet.

About ten minutes into the second episode, you think you hear a knock at the door. No; it’ll be a branch having blown away in the breeze. Sighing, you go back to the show, coffee nearly finished and luke-warm. Then, it comes again. Two short raps. Pausing the show, you turn and frown at the door. You can see it from the sofa. There’s a pause, maybe a minute, and then three knocks. You get up and make your way to the door, deliberating who in the hell could be coming to your house in the middle of a hurricane at (you glance to the clock on the hallway as you go) ten to midnight?

As you undo the latch on the door and twist the key to unlock it, you feel your gut twist. It’s as if it knows something you don’t. Then, pulling the door open, wincing against the cold and the wind and the rain from outside as it fights its way in, you come face to face with JJ. The sight of him makes you colder than the weather ever could.

“JJ?”

“Can I come in?”

“Wh—”

Your voice trials off, throat running dry, and you glance back into the house for some reason, as if the coat-stand might have the answers. Looking back to him, brain muddled, you see how he’s leaning against the wall of the entryway. How he’s holding his flask in his hand, the lid unscrewed, and you close your eyes with a sigh.

The rational part of you screams to close the door on him. Do the right thing, the hard thing, and turn him away as if you have barely acknowledged him being there. But it’s not that simple. Nothing is, the moment any sort of feeling has been involved, and you find yourself looking into his red-rimmed eyes. You’re not sure if he’s high or he’s been crying.

“Please,” he says, voice quiet as if defeated. “I just wanna talk.”

He’s dripping from head to toe, drenched from the rain. Hair sticking to his forehead, leaking water down the back of his neck. Hands shaking from the cold and the booze. Wordlessly, you open the door fully and step to the side, making space for him to walk in. After he catches on and enters, you catch a whiff of his cologne. Musky yet fresh; so wonderfully him. It makes one of the scabbed cuts on your heart crack open. Closing the door, fighting to keep in the warmth, you sigh and face JJ. He’s standing there awkwardly, unsure of where you want him to go. He’s barely able to keep his balance right, fumbling from leaning his weight on one leg to the other.

You gesture to the kitchen. “Go sit down. I’m gonna grab you a towel.”

JJ nods and does as you say, heading into the kitchen. You try not to spiral in your thoughts as you go to the boiler closet, fishing out a fresh bath towel. There’s only one thought that you can’t seem to silence. What is he doing here?

A part of you still feels as though you can hear the wind of the storm beating against the thin walls of the police tent. The sirens and the chatter and the panic. The chaos of trying to help John B and Sarah escape, and the never-ending torture of waiting for any news. That they escaped. That they were caught. That they were even alive.

That was a week ago now.

JJ’s not answering his phone. You haven’t been sleeping well. Your nights are nothing but restless, nightmares plaguing you about all the ‘what ifs’ and the guilt of waving them off in the boat, practically sending them off to their grave. It’s a lot for a seventeen-year-old to burden. Your parents tried their best to help you. They brought you breakfast the first morning that you stayed back at your house (they’d let you crash at the Chateau with the others for a couple of days at first, understanding that all your friends needed one another at that time), and never forced you to come down for dinner. Wallowing felt about the best you could do. You just wished it wasn’t so lonely.

Sighing, ending the call that never stopped ringing, you glance over to your trainers. Since coming back from the Chateau, you haven’t left your house once. Hell, you’d barely left your bed. Then you’re staring at your phone again. At the string of missed calls and ignored texts from JJ. You knew him well and knew how easily he could slip when things changed for the worse. John B was like a brother to JJ. Their bond was so close that it sometimes challenged your own and JJ’s, though never in a malicious way.

Getting up, you put on your trainers and lace them up. You had to check that JJ’s okay.

The air feels fresh on your skin, like a plant gulping down water after days in a drought. You bask in the rays of sun that push through the cloudy overhead. Walking to JJ’s was familiar and quick. Soon enough, you’re trudging up his front lawn and walking around to his window. He’d always told you to come in via there. You never knew where his dad was and what state he might be in, but the odds were low on his being passed out in JJ’s room. The windows always unlocked and you force it up and open with a grunt. Then, you’re climbing on JJ’s desk and glancing around his room. He’s not in there.

What is in there is countless empty beer cans and bottles. The useless ends of joints and cigarettes. It smells musty and sad, like nobody had cracked a window in days. You sigh and kick some stuff out of the way (used clothing and trash) so you can reach his bedroom door. Gently easing it open, you glance into the hallway and through to the sitting room. On the coffee table, you can make out the toes of JJ’s boots. Taking your chances that his dad isn’t home, you walk down the hall to the sitting room.

JJ’s passed out on the sofa. His head is leant back, mouth parted in silent snores, and in his hand is an empty beer bottle. The sitting room is just as bad as his bedroom, maybe even worse. It stinks of weed and alcohol and mould. Everything about all of it terrifies you. You didn’t think he’d sunk this low, so fast. Why hadn’t he reached out to you?

He gets an email and his phone pings, making you glance to it. It’s on the coffee table. There on the home screen are the several missed call notifications and ignored texts from you. If it were any other situation, you’d label yourself as psycho. But you knew something was wrong. Could feel it in your gut.

“JJ,” you say. Clearing your throat, louder, you repeat, “JJ.”

He doesn’t stir.

You reach out a hand to shake his boot.

“JJ, wake up.”

Nothing.

Sighing, you walk around so you’re stood at his side and lean down to shake his shoulders gently, hoping to ease him awake.

“Wake up, JJ.”

He jolts awake with a gasp, eyes flying open. His hands come to your forearms in a tight grip, reflexively, and you try to pull away. The moment he registers it’s you, he let’s go. He mumbles your name, voice still thick with sleep.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

JJ frowns. He rubs at his face and pushes some of his uncombed hair back. His breath smells like stale liquor; it half makes you want to cringe.

“Why?”

“Because I’m worried about you. And, I guess I was right,” you say, looking to the pandemonium of the room.

JJ gets to his feet and shakes his head. He’s walking towards the kitchen and you follow.

“You didn’t need to, alright? I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, JJ,” you tell him.

He pulls open the fridge. His back is to you. The shirt he wears looks creased and well-worn, as if he hadn’t taken it off for days. It reminds you of everything that happened and just how raw the wounds must be for JJ. How much deeper they are, too. 

“Look, I know this is hard for you,” you tell him gently.

JJ grabs a beer and closes the fridge. Cracking open the can, he turns and rests his back against it, taking a swig. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not ‘fine’, JJ,” you say.

JJ shrugs and has another gulp.

“Why didn’t you talk to me?” you ask. Gesturing to him, you add, “you look like you haven’t slept in days, JJ.”

“What’re you gonna do? Sing me to sleep?” he snorts. He’s drunk.

“That’s not the point, JayJ. My parents would’ve let you stay over. I don’t like the thought of you here by yourself.”

“I’m not something that needs fixing, alright? I can take care of myself,” JJ tells you, his voice becoming tighter.

“I’m not saying you need fixing—”

“Are you sure? Cause it sounds like you’re pitying me pretty bad right now,” JJ cuts in. His eyes are narrowed at you as if accusing you of some conspiracy.

Trying to remind yourself of the abundance of emotions he must be feeling right now, alongside the fact that he’s drunk and possibly high, you do your best to keep your calm.

“Of course I’m pitying you, JJ. In the way that a girlfriend would pity her boyfriend who’s dealing with some fucking awful loss,” you tell him.

“He’s not dead, alright? Don’t talk about him like he is,” JJ bitterly mumbles, looking down at his boots.

“We don’t know that, JJ—”

“Well, you don’t know that he is dead, alright? So stop talking about it like you want it to be true!” he explodes. He stalks towards you, angry. “Do you want him to be dead, huh? So you have a little project to work on? So you can come visit your scum of a boyfriend and do your charity work, to make yourself feel better. To distract you from your own shitty insecurities?”

“Why are you saying this, JJ?” you whisper, taken aback. He’s never spoken to you like this. Ever. Not even when the two of you argue. In truth, you don’t argue. Merely bicker, with it all resolved within the day. Nothing malicious and intentional, with words sharpened to cut. The way he’s looking at you right now – as he stands over you, shoulders rigid as if preparing for a scrap – is terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“I don’t want you here, okay? I didn’t ask for you to come here.”

“You want me to leave then?”

“Yeah, I do, actually.”

“You do?”

“Yes. That’s what I fucking said,” JJ seethes. You find yourself pushing back, getting in his face just as much.

“Fine. Drink yourself fucking blind for all I care,” you spit back.

It’s only been a week, and already a chip has been chiselled into the sculpture that was your relationship. The first crack in the mausoleum.

JJ’s sat at the round kitchen table, shivering like an orphan, and you have to keep yourself from instinctively wrapping the towel around his shoulders. Instead, you place it in front of him. He’s put the flask away, it seems.

“Thanks,” JJ mumbles, taking it.

As he rubs his hair dry, you head to the coffee machine. He needs to sober up and you’d found that coffee always worked for him. Hell, you could do with another cup too, perhaps just to keep your hands busy.

“It’s crazy out there,” JJ eventually says, hesitant to start a conversation. You close your eyes at the sound of his voice. “Brian’s throwing a tantrum.”

You’re half-tuned in, mostly lost in the droning of the coffee machine as it brews. You look down at your hands to find that you’ve been messing with the skin around your nails. It was a nervous habit you had, and one that hadn’t shone through in a couple of months. Not since you and JJ had ended things.

The coffee is done all too soon. Pouring two mugs worth, you brace yourself as if preparing for a slap as you turn to face JJ at the table. His hair is now damp, no longer dripping down his face. Wet clothes are still stuck to his skin, outlining the perfection of his body, and you have to force your eyes away. It’s hard to think that only two months ago you would be blessed enough to be able to run your hands under his shirt, along the smooth, salt-scrubbed skin of his stomach. What once brought you pleasure in thought now only brought pain.

Taking the seat opposite him, you slide his mug over and take a shaking sip of your own. Your eyes are down, focused on the table-top, tracing the scratch marks in the wood, but you somehow know JJ’s watching you. Can feel his eyes following you.

“Thanks for letting me in.”

“You said you wanted to talk,” you reply.

JJ nods: you catch it in your peripheral. “I do.”

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Us,” JJ says. You close your eyes. You were worried he’d say that.

“There’s nothing for us to talk about, JJ. There isn’t an ‘us’, anymore, okay?” you sigh. JJ’s already shaking his head.

“There is. You know there is,” he returns in a pleading tone. “Things can go back to how they were again.”

“What?” you almost whisper, brows furrowing in confusion.

“John B and Sarah are back now and…And everything can go back to how it was,” JJ tells you, almost hopeful.

You shake your head, lips pressed in a deep frown. Your fingers press against the hot porcelain of the mug.

“JJ. That’s not how this works.”

“I know things got messed up. That it’s my fault that they did, alright? That everything got messed up after John B…”

Died.

Your eyes dart up to meet his. There’re fresh tears gathering in the waterline. It’s weird seeing JJ cry so openly. He only did it once or twice in your relationship, in front of you. He never seemed willing to let you see that side of him, as if it might make him weak. You notice how his hand twitches away from the mug, as if he might reach out for yours, but something in him decides not to. Instead, the two of you keep your distance; a formal width of space, sat on either side of the table, not daring to cross into the others’.

“We can go back to how we were,” JJ privately says.

Your purse your lips, eyes slipping shut a moment to gather your thoughts. Perhaps this is how Eve felt, when the serpent tried to tempt her with the fruit. Here sits the only guy you’ve ever loved, extending an invitation back into the past, of a time when you were happy, and breathing didn’t hurt, and the thought of romance wasn’t something you shunned. But you can’t go back to the past. Time is forever moving forward, continuous and unchanging, and the sooner you make peace with that, the sooner it can start to heal your wounds.

You never spoke about that first fight. Never acknowledged it, really. JJ just showed up at your house, a couple days later, seemingly sober, and you both decided to move forward. You brushed it under the rug as a slip-up. That he needed to reel out of control a little in order to let himself recover, like the way the earth needs a good thunderstorm during summer to replenish the plants. I mean, how were you to know that it was the beginning of the end?

It was the day after you'd made the memorial at the chateau. Yourself and JJ had slept over at the house, after making love on the pull-out. The moment his hands were on your body, it felt like a silent apology for the fight, and you'd let yourself forget all about it. Waking up tangled in his hold, legs a knotted mess and arm tingling with pins-and-needles from his weight, you can't help but smile. It was the nearest thing to normalcy you'd felt in a long time, since Sarah and John B went missing at sea.

"Morning," you mumble sleepily the moment you feel JJ stir. He presses a kiss to your forehead. His skin smells of dry sweat.

"Hey," JJ rasps.

"You want breakfast?"

"What's on the menu?"

You can hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing grin to his words, and it makes you chuckle tiredly. This was the JJ you missed. As one of his hands moves to grope at your ass, you're laughing, gently pushing him off you.

"Perv," you mutter as you get up. Steal his t-shirt from the floor and pull it on.

You trudge to the kitchen, shoving your messed up hair out of your face, and open the cupboards to search for something good. There's no point looking in the fridge; majority of the things in there will be spoiled. This is the first time any of you have been back at the chateau since a couple of days after the incident.

Grabbing a can of soup, you decide it's better than nothing (though far from a classic breakfast). The drawers and counters are a mess. You sigh as you search for a can opener, coming up empty.

"You got your pocket knife with you?" you ask JJ.

He's lounging on the pull-out, scrolling through his phone. The only thing keeping him decent is the blanket that's half-arsedly flung over his waist. You missed seeing him like this, and the sight has you smiling.

"Should be in the left pocket of my shorts," he mumbles in reply, absentmindedly.

You wander over and drop to a squat, digging through his cargo shorts. Nothing, nothing...Your fingers feel something plastic and tactile. Frowning, you pull it out. It's a small plastic baggy containing a white powder. You're not stupid. It's either coke or ketamine. Your frown seems to deepen. Standing up, you hold it up.

"What's this?"

JJ looks up. Spots the bag. Takes in your expression. "Nothing."

"JJ," you say, tone nothing short of serious.

He sighs and rubs at his face, as if finding an excuse to avoid eye contact. "Look, it's fine, alright? I just need a little pick me up, now and then."

"This isn't a pick-me-up, JJ," you say. You know you sound angry, but why shouldn't you be? JJ having an addictive personality was no secret to anyone. His drinking was bad enough. Adding drugs like cocaine to the mix, and your worry trebled.

“What? Are you telling me what I can and can’t do now?” JJ asks. His voice borders on a scoff.

“This is dangerous, JJ.”

“I’m scared straight, hun. Thanks,” he mutters. Leaning forward, he snatches the baggy from you.

“I don’t like the thought of you taking that stuff, JayJ. It’s a slippery slope,” you slowly reply, trying to level your temper.

JJ sighs impatiently, rolling his eyes. It doesn’t help calm the storm brewing inside of you.

“Why’d you always have to ruin everything, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“Things were finally starting to go back to normal and you have to fucking fixate on another thing. I swear to God, I never do anything right by you. I mean, I’d just gotten over you losing your shit at me the other day—”

“Gotten over it? I’m sorry, let me just check I’m hearing this right?” you interrupt, shifting your weight. “You got over the fact that your girlfriend had to track you down in person to check you were okay, to find you drunk and passed out? Then you yell at me for coming and tell me to leave, several times. And you remember me being the villain in all of that?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You didn’t do some fucking FBI work to find me; I was in my own Goddamn house.”

“Not the point, JJ,” you loudly counter.

JJ rolls his eyes at you and moves to stand, pulling on a pair of boxers. “You’re such a bitch sometimes, you know that?”

You stare at him. Did you just hear him right? Before you can ask or even respond, JJ’s walking out onto the porch as if you’re not in the midst of an argument.

You watch as he grabs a leftover vape that’s laying on the window ledge. There still seems to be some power left in it. He takes a couple of hits. You simply stare after him. It seems useless to follow. Useless to keep chipping away at this fight that you’re bound to lose. So, instead, you turn back to the kitchen and let the distance between the two of you gape. Another argument unresolved.

Opening your eyes again, meeting his that shimmer blue in the low light of your kitchen, you can’t bring yourself to do anything but frown, your expression the image of sympathy. 'We can go back to how we were.'

“We can’t, JJ,” you whisper.

“Who says we can’t?”

“I say we can’t,” you reply.

“You don’t understand,” JJ tells you, as if ignoring your words entirely. You’re shaking your head, staring down into your coffee, but it doesn’t seem to deter him from continuing. “I can’t picture my life without you in it. These past couple months have felt like there’s a lack there or something. Like something’s missing. And something is missing. You are. You’ve always been there for me, even before we were together. I don’t…I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on with my life without you in it.”

You’re crying now. Silent tears fall down your face. Muffled pain.

The touch of his hand on yours feels electric, but not in a good way. Not in the way it used to. It’s like the shock that it thrills inside of you, which once was excitement, is now merely pain. You half want to jolt your hand back, but that would be too dramatic. Too much.

“Please. Please,” JJ’s begging, crying too. “I just need you in my life.”

“I don’t understand how,” you tell him, voice wet. You meet his gaze again. It feels almost too painful to maintain it for too long. “I can’t be your friend again, JJ. And I definitely can’t be your girlfriend again. So how am I meant to be in your life?”

“You just can! You just have to be there! You have to be there for me!”

Your lip quivers.

He gathers himself, exhaling slowly. “You just…Have to.”

Have to. Like there wasn’t any other way. Like his planet doesn’t spin without you and his universe is empty of planets and stars. Like his world is void of life and you’re the water that can make his plants bloom again. But it doesn’t bring you joy like it would’ve months ago, to hear him say that. It’s too much, too late. Antique coins lose their value.

“I mean…Don’t you miss me?”

Your vision focuses on his tear-streaked face again. Hair still damp. Cheeks pink and nose red.

“Of course I miss you,” you whisper, half-insulted that he’d even ask that. Can’t he see how much this is tearing you apart? “I miss all of it.”

“You don’t have to though,” JJ says. “We can go back to how it was.”

You finally look back down to see his hand still atop of yours. Touch gentle and kind. He used to be kind to you, all the time. Never would raise his voice at you and would never make you cry. But after John B and Sarah vanished, their deaths presumed, it was like something in him snapped. It’s easier to destroy a sandcastle than to build it, and JJ seemed hellbent on destroying whatever bond the two of you had - the love the both of you shared - rather than trying to protect it.

Your relationship with JJ was delipidating. Like a temple built on an eroding cliff, what was once beautiful and serene is now crumbling away, brick by brick. Pope and Kiara and even a stranger in the Goddamn street can see how dysfunctional it is. What was once affection and care is now venom and pain. And yet, underneath all the animosity, there’s still a love that keeps the two of you in place, fighting for things to stay together. After every blowout, one of you ends up in tears and the other is ironically the only person who can comfort them. Then comes the kisses and the apologies and the make-up sex, and the promises to not fight again, and to do better, and to fix what you have. But it’s all a fiction. The next fight comes and it’s uglier still.

JJ seems almost unrecognisable to you most days. The drinking and the drugs and the recklessness is hideous. Brings a pain to your heart that can only be rivalled by the one that comes when you fight. Pope and Kiara don’t see it as much as you do. It’s like he tapers it down for them, only giving them a glimpse. But you’ve always had the honour of seeing every part of JJ, including this. When you beg for him to stop drinking, to try and get himself under control, he goes on the defence. JJ’s words shoot to kill when he’s mad. And it’s like the venom in his words brings out an ugly side of you, too. Infects you with his anger until you're lashing out. When you’re in blind fury, you don’t care what you say, so long as it’s painful. Words that you’d never think come flying out of your mouth. Things you’d never mean are said with nothing short of conviction. About him. About his dad. About him being like his dad. About John B too, sometimes. About it being JJ’s fault. But he doesn’t hold back either. About you. About you and your parents. About you and your exes. About you and John B too, sometimes. It’s ugly and painful and evil.

But it was always words. Sticks and stones, right? You can sooth any cut from a slander with an apology said through soft kisses and softer caresses. Overlay the memory of an insult with sweet-nothings and moans of affirmation. Only words. So, when the next inevitable fight comes with the two of you at his house, after JJ does something particularly stupid at a kegger after flirting with a girl right in front of you to make you jealous, all because you’d said something the other night, you prepare for the hurl of abuse.

“I was just fucking talking to her!” JJ shouts.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “You were practically drooling all over her.”

“Drooling!?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re fucking delusional, you know that?” he chuckles darkly.

“I’m delusional?”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Are you seriously calling your own girlfriend crazy, right now? Do you know how Goddamn sexist that is?” you snap.

JJ shakes his head and does that all-too-familiar walk to his kitchen. You follow as per. It’s like the two of you follow a script when you fight. Insult, jab, insult, jab, drink, jab, insult, cry, silence, drink, comfort, kiss, sex, apologies, promises, sleep. It’s tiresome and it’s pathetic but you don’t want to leave it, because if you do, then you have to face the alternative. You have to face having nothing. No arguments and no JJ. Somehow, arguing with JJ is better than not having him to talk to at all.

But with every fight comes the fading hope that this rough patch will pass, and you’ll be out of the woods, stronger than before.

“Don’t walk away from me, JJ!”

“Stop screaming at me like a psycho bitch!” he shouts back, slamming the fridge door shut. Beer bottle now in hand.

“Don’t call me a bitch, you asshole!” you scream. "Don't you dare drink that!"

JJ laughs at you. "God, it is adorable how you think I give a shit about anything you say to me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry that I actually give a shit about your health! Clearly you don't, snorting any fucking thing you can get your hands-on like some deadbeat junkie."

JJ isn't replying. Won't fight back. Drinking from his bottle like he can't even hear you. Makes you angrier. Say something, do something.

"Guess you're just living up to the family-traits though, huh? Like father like Goddamn son. No wonder your mom left you."

It takes you a moment to realise what made you stop shouting. What made your breath get caught halfway in your throat, heart thumping loudly in your ears. Then, your eyes are slowly drifting down to the floor, to the side of your feet.

Shards of the broken bottle are scattered on the floor. Beer drips down the wall, spills onto the floorboards, pools around the pieces of glass. The sound of shattering was so loud when it hit the wall. No wonder; it happened right by your ear. It was practically inches from your face.

The shock subsides enough to let tears come. You let out a shuddering breath as the reality hits that it could’ve hit you in the face. That could’ve been your face.

When your eyes come to focus again, moving to glance up into JJ’s, he looks just as shocked as you. Just as horrified.

“Baby…”

He starts towards you.

You hold up a hand, prompting him to stop, and take a wobbly step backwards.

“Don’t,” you rasp. You sound terrified. Half don't recognise your own voice.

That could’ve been your face.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to,” JJ whispers, his voice breaking. “I didn’t…I don’t know why I did that. I…”

Your eyes lower to the ground as your hand gradually falls limp by your side. You look to the glass and beer on the floor. How ironically poetic.

“What are we doing, JJ?”

“I don’t…I don’t know,” he hopelessly replies.

You shake your head. Eyes still fixated on the broken bottle. “I don’t…I don’t think this is love anymore, JJ.”

“Don’t say that,” JJ says.

“It can’t be,” you continue, ignorant to his pleas. JJ comes towards you once more and you shake your head, turning away from him before he can make a grab for your hands. “I can’t keep doing this.”

“I know,” he says.

His arms wrap around your waist. He hugs you against him, nestles his face in your hair, presses some kisses against your scalp. There’s the inconsistent drip of his tears.

“I’m sorry,” he’s mumbling into your hair. “I’m sorry. I won’t do that again. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to, okay? I’m so sorry, baby.”

But it’s too late, isn’t it?

Before it was words and that was torturous enough. It was painful when he’d say things to you that he knew would hurt, sure, but you’ve never been afraid of him before. But this, now…You can’t go back. You can’t ever go back from that. It’s with a terrifying thought and a fresh wave of tears that you come to the realisation that you’re scared of JJ. You’re scared of the only person who you’re supposed to find comfort and love in. How does that even happen to someone?

“I know you are,” you eventually say in reply to all his apologies.

JJ pauses, settling on pressing more kisses to your head, squeezing his arms around you tighter, closer, as if trying to stop you from slipping away. But a vase covered in cracks can’t hold water in. You push his arms off you and break yourself free from his hold.

“But I can’t do this anymore.”

He mumbles your name. When you don’t turn, heading to grab your jacket from the sofa, he says it again, loud and desperate. You know he’s crying. He’s sobbing. So are you.

“Please, please don't leave me.”

It hurts. It all just fucking hurts. You head for the door. Shake off his hand as it clasps around your wrist.

“Please, baby. We can make this right, okay? We can fix it. I can fix this. Just don't leave me.”

It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, walking out his door. In fact, you think a part of your soul dies a little as you do. Left haunting his house is the ghost of your past self that you’ll spend forever trying to find again.

You carefully inch your hand out of his touch and get up, walking to the sink, mug in hand. JJ’s sighing. You catch in the reflection of the window as he hangs his head, palms covering his face. Pouring the leftover coffee down the drain, you try and gather your thoughts and feelings. They all conclude into one.

“I think you should leave now, JJ,” you weakly announce.

Your eyes glance at the window's reflection in time to catch his head lift. Then, you’re looking back down into the sink. Remnants of coffee sit stagnant in the basin. More tears fall.

“What?”

“I really think you need to leave,” you repeat.

“Baby,” JJ says, getting up. He’s walking over to you and your heart sinks.

“Don’t call me that, JJ,” you tell him. But there’s no conviction in your tone. How can there be, when all you are is a crying, fragile mess.

“Baby, please,” he repeats, ignoring you once more. His arms are wrapping around your waist, hugging you against him. It's painful deja vu. You shake your hand and put down the coffee mug, moving to try and push his arms off you. It feels claustrophobic.

“Stop calling me that,” you whimper.

This all hurts so much. The knife is twisting and turning and driving deeper and deeper.

“I don’t want you to call me that anymore.”

“I don’t understand,” JJ says. “If we both miss each other then why can’t we just go back to how it was? I can make it up to you. I can be better, this time. I can get clean. I'll be sober for you. I'll do anything.”

Finally, you managed to break free from his hold. You turn around, placing an arm on his chest to maintain some distance. His hands are still open, as if waiting to catch you.

“That’s not that point, JJ,” you tell him.

“Then what is the point? Why is this so easy for you? I mean, did you ever love me at all? Why aren’t you as torn up about all of this like I am? Did you ever care?”

His tone is turning sour, just the way it used to during your fights. It all comes screaming back to you. The desperation and the battles and the pure exhaustion of trying to hold onto a handful of sand, that only will inevitably slip through your fingers. But it makes the emotions catch fire. Searing hot pain.

“Of course I did!” you burst, eyes wet and voice fire. JJ takes a small step back, startled. “Of course I loved you and of course I miss you! I miss all of it, okay? I miss the way we were and the way you used to look at me. I miss you when I go to sleep and I miss you when I wake up. But I can’t have you in my life anymore, JJ. All the shit that happened between us leaves a sour taste in my mouth, and I can’t erase the past like it didn’t happen. Even if we did move forward, the past is always going to be there. There’s no way to get rid of that!”

JJ’s sobbing, looking away from you. You realise that you’re crying too. Hard and heavy and can barely catch your breath.

“I mean, God, JJ. Do you know how selfish it is for you to be here right now?”

His head darts back to face you. Emotions a mess, you feel your forlorn expression morph into a demented smile. Through a tearful, self-deprecating laugh, you manage out:

“I was barely just holding it together. Barely just surviving, and then you come here and say all these things to me and have this assumption that what you want is what’s right. But it isn’t, for either of us.”

“But we could just—"

“No! We can’t be together again, JJ!”

Letting out a shuddering breath, you hear your words almost echo around the room. JJ’s staring at you. Both of you are heartbroken. What a pitiful, pathetic mess it has all become.

“We can’t, okay?” you repeat, voice softer. Anger gone.

JJ purses his lips and looks down at the floor. You watch as he nods, closing his eyes as he does, as if he’s admitted something to himself.

“Okay,” he whispers. Sniffs harshly. Wipes at his face. You do the same. “Okay.”

This isn’t how you want it to end. You don’t want him to walk out the door with this as his last memory of you. You can’t keep letting the season end on a bad episode. So, slowly, you reach out a hand to grab for one of his. His arms are hanging by his side, defeated. At the touch of your fingers, his instinctively wrap around yours, and he raises his head to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. The tears have now subsided, for the most part.

He gives a quivering smile. Bitter-sweet and painful. “Me too.”

He squeezes your hand in his. Now, there’s almost nothing. No zip of excitement or sooth of comfort, and no jolt of pain. Just…JJ.

“I don’t want you to hate me for—”

“I could never hate you,” you say, cutting him off. Smiling yourself, the expression a mirror-reflection of his, you nod. “There’s gonna be a part of me that’s always gonna love you, JayJ. You were my first everything, and that doesn’t go away. Ever. I’ll always be rooting for you and I’m always gonna care for you. But…I have to do it from a distance now, okay? It’s the only way either of us can move on with our lives.”

JJ swallows your words like one might swallow medicine. Unpleasant at the time but affirms a healthy future.

"I know," he nods. "I'm always gonna love you too."

You find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck. Holding him in a hug, tight and secure. His arms coil around your waist and he squeezes you back. The two of you know this will probably be the last time you ever embrace. Ever get to hold him, and him hold you. Neither of you wants to waste it, but neither of you wants to drag it out, in fear that they may never let go. As you pull away, JJ presses a brief, fleeting kiss to your cheek.

Standing in front of one another, once more, you remember the hurricane. The windows are rattling in their frames, rain battering down on them. It’s intense out there.

“You want me to stay?” JJ wonders softly.

You frown.

“I mean-” He gesture to the hurricane-induced storm outside. “I know how you hate them.”

You smile, eyes flitting down. Shaking your head, you sigh. “I need to face them on my own now, I think.”

JJ chuckles soberly. Nodding in understanding, he takes a step or two back. His hands slip into his pockets.

“Then…I guess I should leave.”

“Are you gonna be okay walking home?” you ask. You meant what you said: you’ll always care for him.

JJ nods, smiling brighter still. There’s still the shadow of pain that haunts the expression though.

“Yeah. You know me, I live on the edge.”

With his wink to accompany his sardonic words, you give a soggy laugh. JJ grants you a small wave and another smile. Your favourite smile. Your favourite person. Then, he’s turning around and walking himself to the front door. You hear the gust of wind battle into the house as he opens it, and the hearty slam as he forces it closed.

Standing stoic in the kitchen as if stupefied, you stare after him.

It’s done.

No more new memories. Only the old, to have and to hold, to care for and to cherish. Right now, they’re painful and visceral, but give it time, and they’ll be digestible. You can comb through them and smile and reminisce. Beneath almost every emotion is a tinge of happiness, be it grief or anger. Heartbreak will simply be the same.

Walking back to the living room, you cuddle up under a blanket on the sofa and snuggle against the cushions. Flicking the television back on, you sigh, sit, and continue watching your new show.

From inside the chateau, the windows rattle from a vicious blow of wind.

“What are you doing?” JJ snorts. His voice sounds like it’s come from the doorway.

You look up from the spot you’ve claimed on the floor, cocooned in a blanket. Your cheeks are wet from tears and JJ’s face becomes void of humour, instead morphing into concern.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he worries, quickly coming over to you.

“It’s dumb,” you sniffle.

JJ shakes his head as he lowers to his knees, wrapping you into his arms. “It's not dumb.”

“You don’t know what it is yet.”

“Well, even if it is dumb, I won’t love you any less. Just might judge you a little, is all.”

You gently batt at his stomach at his stupid joke, making him chuckle.

“What is it?” he asks again, shifting so he can look you in the eyes.

Your rolling your eyes at your ways when you answer. “I hate hurricanes. I guess I have a fear of them or whatever you wanna call it.”

“A fear?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, wiping your wet face.

JJ nods, humming in understanding. He glances around the room a moment and you find yourself inching closer to him for shelter. A flash of lightning shoots a dart of light in the room and you can’t withhold your pathetic, childlike whimper, closing your eyes. Then comes the doomsday thunder. It’s a short pause between the two; means it’s getting closer.

“Here,” JJ says, getting to his feet. He holds out a hand for you and helps you up. “I got an idea.”

“You do?” You say.

You tug the blanket around your shoulders like a shawl. JJ starts moving the sofas and furniture into a weird arrangement. You simply stand back and watch.

“My mamma used to do this for me,” JJ says through a grunt. “Whenever I was scared.”

“JJ Maybank? Scared?” You jest.

He rolls his eyes as he perfects the formation of the armchair, smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Hard to believe, I know.”

“What were you scared of?”

“The dark. And the monsters in my dad’s closet,” JJ replies. He’s now grabbing any blanket he can find.

“The monsters?” you repeat, humour clear in your voice.

“Hey, I didn’t make fun of your current fear of hurricanes, did I?” JJ warns, pointing at you.

You nod and hold your hands up in surrender. That’s fair. “So, what did your mamma used to do then?”

“She’d make me blanket forts,” he says. “To hide from the monsters and the dark.”

“A blanket fort?” you check, smiling.

He’s dragging a blanket over the sofas to make a shelter. You catch on and start to gather some of the throw pillows and couch cushions to make it cosy on the floor, whilst JJ finishes on the structure.

“Yeah. It’s like one of my favourite memories I have of her. She’d make them real cosy and then we’d watch a movie, and I’d be safe.”

When it’s all finished, JJ turns to you and grins. Gesturing proudly to his creation – bumpy as it is – you grin, giggling a little. “Ta da!”

“A Maybank tradition,” you say.

He climbs into the fort and settles on the cushions. The light from the lamp casts through the blanket to give the faintest glow. Holding out his hand, you take it with a laugh and move to sit beside him. He shifts you so you can lay with your head resting on his chest. His arm loops around your waist and you place a hand on his side. It’s quiet in here. The rainfall is barely audible and the thunder is muffled. It feels like its own world, safe from anything else. Safe with JJ.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“So, what’d ya think?”

“I think this might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever done, Maybank,” you reply, looking up at him.

JJ grins. “Just wait ‘til we get that gold. The blanket forts are gonna be insane.”

You laugh and shake your head. JJ falls into an extravagant daydream of the forts he’ll build for you: with drawbridges and dragons and all sorts of ridiculous crap, that you know he’s only spewing because it’ll get a laugh out of you. Settling against his chest, feeling the rumble of his voice and shaking of his laughs through his t-shirt, you smile. What a sweetly clandestine memory to share.   

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[talaok]

Can you write a pedro x sick!reader story, but the reader doesn't just have a little cold im talking SICK reader. Like rushing to the emergency room hurt/comfort kinda thing.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

a/n: ok first of all im incredibly sorry for the wait, genuinely im really really sorry. and secondly im not 100% sure i did what you had in mind, which makes me feel like shit even more, so if it's not, you can tell me and ill try to write it again 

"Sir I need you to calm down"

"I will as soon as you answer my questions"

"sir," the paramedic said more sternly now "I've already told you I'm not a doctor so I cannot answer your questions, now please calm down"

And he wanted to fight more and beg that woman to answer his questions because, after all, the only one he cared about was: Is she gonna be ok?

But your eyelids fluttered and the ambulance took a turn and all the sudden he couldn't talk or think or do anything anymore but take your hand in his and start a low chant of the only thing he would allow himself to think, the only thing that still made him able to breathe oxygen into his lungs:

You're gonna be okay, sweetheart, he whispered, his words verging on prayer as he squeezed your hand and watched your beautiful face pale more and more You're gonna be just fine

__ __ __

And as it turns out, his prayers were answered.

"the surgery went well, she's gonna make a full recovery"

He had no words, all he could do was smile like a fucking idiot while he passed a hand through his hair.

She's ok

She's ok

She's ok

That's all his brain was able to muster up, and then for some reason he was hugging the doctor.

"thank you" he grinned "Thank you so much doctor-" he smiled, leaning away "Can I-can I see her?"

The woman cleared her throat, clearly taken aback a bit "Yes," she nodded "she's in the first room on the left, but just so you know the anesthesia is still wearing off so-"

"yes, yes, thank you so much doctor," he couldn't wait for her to finish as he was sprinting to the room already "thank you!" he said one last time, finally opening the door to your room.

He had to stop for a moment and look at you lying on the hospital bed, looking just as perfect as ever.

She's ok

"hey" he spoke softly, approaching your bed, and seeing a smile slowly part your mouth.

"hey"

"How are you feeling?" he asked, moving some hair out of your face and letting his hand linger on your cheek

"not great"

"I'm sorry" he cooed, taking your hand in his and feeling you squeeze it as your eyes watered "What's wrong?" he panicked "Does it hurt- do I call the doctor-?"

"no" you sniffled as a tear fled your eye "I just-"

"what is it, sweetheart?"

"I was just... I was s-so scared"

"oh baby" he murmured, bringing your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss on it "I'm so sorry" he cooed "I can't even begin to imagine how scary that must have been... but hey" he offered you a soft smile as he crouched down to be at your level "you're ok now, there's nothing to worry about anymore" he promised, gently kissing your forehead "you can relax now. I'm here for you, whatever you need you just ask, ok?"

"ok" you nodded, taking a breath "thank you... for everything" you murmured, looking into his kind eyes "for this, for calling the ambulance, for being here for me... just- thank you"

He didn't know what to say, so all he did was kiss you,

"I love you" he smiled "and sugar... don't you ever think about scaring me like that again"

You couldn't help but snort at that

"oh so this is about you then?" you joked

"damn right it is" he laughed in that way he could only do with you "they were about to have to assist two people in that ambulance," he said jokingly (although it was the truth) "and I think I was annoying one of the paramedics so much that I was about to get thrown out"

"oh no what did you do?"

"let's not think about that now," he said, the smile on his lips not able to go away from the first second he saw you

"Baby..." you tilted your head, scolding him silently

"I've brought you a kit-kat" he smiled that smile of his that made you forget what you were talking about every single time 

"You did?" it was as if your eyes sparkled

"Of course" he nodded, handing you the candy bar "I'm not sure you can eat it, we're gonna have to ask the doctor, but I wanted you to have something you liked when you woke up"

Your eyes watered again, but this time, for an entirely different reason

"I love you" you whispered

"I love you more, sweetheart"

#its at times like this that i wonder why people follow me #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #dad!pedro pascal #fluff #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x fem reader #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal fanfic #the last of us #narcos #pedro pascal fandom

[peterparkersnose]

Domestically

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of weapons, body insecurity, fluff

a/n javier pena pls. enjoy my first javi fic, i like keeping them short for the short attention span girlies 

summary Javi get’s locked out of his apartment and disrupts Y/N’s night off

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It was the quietist night you have encountered in a while. An occasional dog bark, a possible distant gunshot (or car backfire). The Colombian air was cool and had a smell of winter in it. October was coming to a close. And the best thing about tonight is that it was your night off.

You had finished drying your hair from your shower. Happily, you decided to go for your favorite at-home outfit: black biker shorts and an old oversized baseball tee shirt you stole from your dad in the states. The perfect at home combo for the bipolar weather and nights like this.

Your hair had already started to frizz, you could never escape the frizz. Besides for copious amounts of hair products that you loaded onto your head every morning, this was your natural state. You placed your contacts in their case and made sure your glasses were in range. You dreaded the things, but you didn’t feel like tripping on anything on the way to your bathroom at four am.

Alarm was set, work outfit for tomorrow was set, meds were taken and door was locked. Lights out at 9pm. Your idea of a perfect night.

You felt your dream coming to a close as a loud banging noise got louder and louder. Finally, it was enough to register that it wasn’t coming from the dream. Grabbing your gun from under the bed, you checked to make sure there were bullets in it. You crammed your glasses on your face and tip toed your way through your dimly lit apartment.

The sound was coming from outside.

Your door handle was shaking. As you got closer, you heard the familiar “Goddamnit Y/N,” grunting from outside the door.

Peña.

A sigh released from your mouth as you opened the door. You placed the gun on your table next to the door.

“Can you let me-” he began to say, meeting your eyes.

He took in every inch of you like he had never seen you before. Your beautiful hair in disarray. The thick black frames resting on your perfect nose. The such casual attire took him aback.

His stomach churned, he got nauseous and anxious and excited and turned on all at the same time. It was something he had always felt inklings of around you, but now they proved themselves to be more than inklings. The feeling he had only felt for you. No other girl he had ever been with compares to what this feels like. Not even close.

Javier Peña realized he was in love.

In love with his co-worker.

Y/N felt the pit in her stomach grow larger by the second. “Please stop staring,” you muttered out almost as a whisper, crossing your hands awkwardly across your torso.

He seemed to snap back into reality. “Oh, I-I’m here because I left my key at the office and I know your just a floor away and…”

Javier couldn’t get past the fact that he was seeing you in your infamous glasses that you swore up and down nobody would ever see you in.

You noticed the blush rising off of his cheeks. He wasn’t judging- was he checking you out?

“Yeah, one sec.” you sighed, motioning for him to come in. You two had exchanged apartment keys when you first moved in for emergencies. He lived a floor below you in your complex.

“I’m sorry for before,” he apologized. “Before?” you asked, your mind scanning the events of today. You rummaged through your junk drawer as he stood awkwardly in your kitchen. Straightening your back, you turned to meet his gaze.

“Like thirty seconds ago,” he spit out, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve just never seen you like this. Like-” he hesitated, searching for the right word to say. It was rare when Javier Peña was speechless.

“Domestically?” you asked him, smirking at your witty response. You tilted your hips slightly against your kitchen table.

His eyes widened in response, agreeing with you.

“Here,” you smiled, dropping the key in his hand.

His eyes met yours and he had trapped you in his gaze. Your breathe shuttered as he looked you up and down once again.

“Domestically, yeah.” he whispered slowly.

The magical force pulled the two of you together. “Why did you stare,” you finally asked, breaking the longing silence. “When you first came to my door?”

“You want an honest answer?” he asked you, you could feel his breathe on you now that he was so close. You shook your head slowly and swallowed.

“Because I could get used to seeing that every day,”

A chill went down your spine.

“Thanks for the key.” he said, taking his hand off your waist. You didn’t even notice that his arm wrapped around your hips until the cold absence of it made itself known.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, cariño.”

He closed your door softly as you stood stunned in the kitchen.

Y/N L/N realized she was in love.

In love with her co worker.

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[runnning-outof-time]

K’s Reading List — FEBRUARY

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

February was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

**some fics may no longer be available for various reasons**

💜 — denotes a story written for my 4k celebration

@fkmarrycill

The Promise of Spring - Tommy Shelby x Lizzie Shelby — 💜

@noforkingclue

Wrong Shirts - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@zablife

Tommy’s Obsession - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-Worker, Spy - John Shelby x Reader headcanons

@garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — some chapters contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

@justrainandcoffee / @/raincoffeeandfandoms

I Do - Alfie Solomons x OC

Dream of Me - Luca Changretta x OC

@writeroutoftime

Tommy Shelby blurb

@userlando

baby, that’s the thrill - Steve Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes! — from the show Narcos

@little-diable

In My Arms - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@holacia3

Javier Peña blurb — from the show Narcos

@deanstead

Low Effort - Jay Halstead x Reader — from the show Chicago PD

@look-at-the-soul

Because of you - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader — 💜

@darklydeliciousdesires

Tommy Shelby Blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@mayfieldss

Your needs, my needs - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@peakyswritings

Caught in ‘4-Cakes’ - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 💜

#k’s recs #k’s fic recs #k’s reading list #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x oc #completely forgot to post this yesterday……yikes

[namorslutfanfiction]

1 & 15 with our curly haired beauty Rafa maybe?👀

Here's 1

"Tell me you love me." Rafa's whisper was desperate. He'd cornered you at your nephews birthday party. The party goers were focused on the kids and of course Felix had his own things to worry about. He didn't need to find out that his best friend and his sister were currently in a closet somewhere.

"Rafa, let's not do this here. I can visit you at your place tomorrow. But please please don't do this right now." You pushed the narco away from you. He looked angry but also more sad than you had ever seen them. You were frustrated and also felt slightly guilty but you ignored that.

"You really don't love me do you? Was I just your way of getting back at your brother?" Rafa looked like he had just had an epiphany and started laughing. "We've been doing this for a year! A year of hiding and running around and all the things you said we were going to do together. I killed people for you!"

"You act like I was the only one manipulating people Rafa. I know you only started fucking me to get back at that rich brat Sofia. You could honestly have done better, Rafa." You shot back.

"That was only in the beginning. I haven't given a shit about Sofia since that first night we slept together," Rafa softened again.

It was infuriating how your heart ached for him. It wasn't supposed to have gotten this far and for this long. "Rafa, I do care about you. But this is not the place for us to figure out whatever we are. There's something big happening with my brother and I don't want you to get involved."

"I'm his partner, of course I'm involved," Rafa shot back, frustration evident.

"Do you know he's trying to get into cocaine transport?" You asked him, expecting the surprise that took over his face. "You aren't that close to him anymore. I don't want him finding out about us because it might give him another reason to push you out."

Rafa leaned up against the door of the closet, contemplating what he had just heard. You watched him realize what Felix's new business venture would mean for him and his weed. You cupped his cheek and met his gaze. "Fucking with you may have started because I knew it would annoy Felix the most. But do you really think I would have kept this going for so long if I didn't have a reason."

You kissed him softly and he instinctively returned the kiss. You pulled away and held his face in your hands. "Before Felix finds out about us I need to make sure that your weed will be able to stand on its own without my brother's focus. I'm protecting you, do you understand?"

"Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me or tell me you love me. One or the other," Rafa insisted, not believing you.

You looked at him, taking in the handsome man who had been part of your life longer than anyone but your brother. The man you had grown so close to in the past year despite all your efforts to stay detached. You knew you had hurt him as you led him on. Glued to his side one week then off doing who knows what the next. You'd treat him better eventually, when you knew he was safe. But you would give him something to cling to. "I love you, Rafael Caro Quintero. And I will show you just how much tomorrow when I visit your home. But today I need to go out there and celebrate my nephew's birthday."

You pulled him down by his lapel for a heated and passionate kiss that left Rafa out of breath and trying to kiss you again. You pushed him away, "I'll leave first. Wait 5 minutes before you leave the closet. I will see you tomorrow, mi amor."

Rafa stole another kiss, his demeanor now happier and giddy and so in love, "I'll do whatever you want, bonita. I can't wait until tomorrow."

You hesitated at the door and turned to him one last time, "I promise you, Rafa, we'll be together in the open, soon. Just wait for me, okay. Te amo."

With those words you left the closet and didn't turn back.

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Here's 15 SMUT

You couldn't help but gasp as Rafa kissed his way down your body. You wanted more than anything to thread your fingers through his hair and hold him close. You pulled at the ropes that tied you to the bed to no avail.

When Rafa settled between your legs and ran the flat of his tongue up your slit you struggled to stifle the moan. He laid his head on your inner thigh and with the barest tip of his finger grazed your sensitive skin, pulling away as you tried to rock into his touch. You looked down at him regretting letting him do this.

He had insisted that he wanted to try being in control. Rafa was normally so welcoming to your need to tease and play with him. You experimented but your love making always leant toward your dominant side. But he'd gotten it into his head, for some reason, that he wanted to tie you up and have his way with you. So here you were, tied to your large bed, naked and spread like an eagle for him to have his way with.

Rafa straddled your thigh, cupping your pussy with one hand as he leaned over you and nipped at your nipple. He was still fully dressed and you were craving his skin on yours. You mewled as he laved at your breasts and finally dipped a finger inside of you. He was smiling as he rutted against your thigh, his hard on pressing into you.

You watched him as he pulled his finger from you and stuck it in his mouth. He made a show of licking it clean before he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. The dark man was still slowly rutting against your thigh as you squirmed for more friction between your legs. Rafa smiled at you as he glided his fingers along your torso, cupping your breasts. "You look so needy, baby. I like it."

You gasped when he wrapped a hand around your throat and found your clit with the other. He drew languid circles around the nub, pulled away, then did it again, teasing you mercilessly. You moaned in frustration, "I think I liked you better when you were on your knees and begging for mercy."

Rafa chuckled loudly as he muffled your comment with his lips. You were savoring the taste of his tongue when you felt him unbuckle his pants. When he pulled away and leant back on his knees you could see his hard cock now out in the open. You watched him step off the bed and kick off his jeans. Followed by him moving to each of your ankles and untying them.

You didn't move, unsure of what was coming but you were eager for whatever it was. His fingertips danced along your legs as he crawled back up the bed. You breathed out his name, begging him with your eyes for more. Rafa hovered over you, whispering words of adoration as he covered your face, neck, and shoulders with kisses. You felt him untie one of your hands from the bedpost but keep the rope around your wrist.

"Turn, mi amor," He whispered as he guided you. Rafa untied your other wrist but as you turned he pulled your wrists together and tied them to each other behind your back. You were surprised that he chose this but you didn't bother to ask as he distracted you with more kisses and caresses.

The narco's cock was nudging at your pussy as he pulled you up to a kneeling position. He kept your torso up by a firm hand on your tied wrists and his hand cupping the front of your throat. You felt totally at his mercy as he slid his cock home. He fucked you viciously, spanking you as he thrust into you at a punishing pace. It had never been like this before. So brutal and animalistic and all consuming. Your orgasms hit you one after the other as Rafa used you. You could do nothing but take all that he gave you.

By the time you were nestled in his arms, barely conscious as he pulled you close and showered you with kisses and 'I love you's, you had no more regrets. Maybe you'd have to let him have control more often. You were sore, a mess between your legs, and completely and utterly satisfied.

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#Blurbs #ask game #short fic #rafa caro quintero #rafa caro x reader #rafa caro quintero x reader #narcos mexico

[redahlia-writes]

pedro pascal masterlist

* contains explicit smut (my entire blog is 18+) - masterlist

din djarin (the mandalorian)

your shape in the dark. | series | ao3 only

darling (there’s a place for me).

jat’at. *

watching the world form the sidelines.*

unwind. *

when you hold me.

cupid & psyche. | series *

the rockrose and the thistle. * | wild blue yonder. *

lover, you should’ve come over.

sorry, baby. *

battle cries. *

frankie “catfish” morales (triple frontier)

catch.

you make loving fun. | series *

javi gutierrez (the unbearable weight of massive talent)

it’s all happening.

javier peña (narcos)

hold you like soft water.

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream.

never let me go. (blurb)

poema xiv. *

stand by me.

practical magic.

joel miller (the last of us)

only if for a night.

work song.

be still my foolish heart.

oberyn martell (game of thrones)

little prince. * | sweet one. *

#pedro pascal characters #din djarin x reader #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x oc #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell x y/n #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you

[thatredheadwriter]

Who?

javier peña x reader

This is pure smut (with a little fluff at the end because I can’t resist). During the pursuit of recreational pleasure, you accidentally call Javier something new.

This is an NSFW blurb for female reader with Javier Peña of Narcos. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

Lots of pet names

dom!Javier Peña

dom/sub dynamics

Dirty talk

Unprotected P in V sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

Established FWB relationship

Daddy kink (title only)

Creampie

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You babbled incoherently as Javi fucked you from above. His hot breath fanned your face as he pounded into you ruthlessly. He’d hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle was finding spots you didn’t even know you had.

“Such a good girl, takin’ it for me like this, princesa,” he purrs, one of his massive hands coming to squeeze your tit, the other firmly gripping your hip in a way that you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

“Ah, fuck…Javi,” you cried, clawing for him, needing to feel him over every inch of you. He happily obliged, changing the angle yet again and throwing you even deeper into bliss.

In all your confused pleadings of, ‘please’ and ‘more’ and other half-formed words, you almost missed it when it slipped past your lips.

“Shit, daddy. Feels so good,” you panted, clawing at his shoulders.

But then he stopped completely, halfway inside you, and looked at you with his brow furrowed.

“What’d you say?” he asked, searching your face as if he could find the words there.

You stuttered and tried to hide your face in the pillow, but he was persistent. The hand that wasn’t holding his weight up off of you came to cup your jaw, forcing you to face him.

“Princesa,” the word rolled off his tongue so smoothly, “What was that you called me?”

“I…I called you daddy,” you confessed, your face burning in shame, tears building at your waterline. Javi and you had the kink conversation fairly early in your ‘mutually beneficial recreational partnership’ as you’d dubbed it, but you never brought up your daddy kink. It was so niche and you’d never met anyone else who was into it. Besides, it’s not like Javi needed anything else to add to his toolkit. He already made you cum faster, harder, and more often than any other partner before him, a fact he was very proud of.

His face softened, and he smiled. “Oh, bebita, you could have told me.”

You gasped as he pulled nearly all the way out before filling you back to the hilt.

“Just needed daddy to fuck you dumb, eh?” he grinned as he resumed his earlier pace, his hand slipping from your jaw to wipe a tear that slipped from your eye.

You nodded, brain going to mush when he called himself daddy. That combined with the sight of him above you, sweaty and gorgeous had your orgasm building even faster than usual.

“Who fucks you this good?” he growled in your ear, hand returning to your hip.

“You, daddy!” you all but sob, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging the way you’ve learned he secretly loves.

“Fuck, that’s right. This is my pussy, bebita.”

“Only yours,” you nod in agreement, so close to cumming already it burns like a white-hot coil inside you. But try as you might, your brain couldn’t function well enough to string words together to warn him.

As if Javi didn’t already know from the flutter of your walls around his cock to the way your bit your bottom lip and whined so lowly that if he wasn’t listening for it, he’d miss it over his own heavy breathing and the sound of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum for me, princesa?” he asked, his thumb moving to where it could rub hard and fast on your clit.

You nodded furiously, barely able to do even that before the dam broke and every muscle in your body was tensing and relaxing in careful coordination. Some part of you was aware that words were still coming out of your mouth, but you had no clue what it was you were saying.

It was Javi’s voice that brought you back, low in your ear. “Solo papi te folla tan bien,” he growled.

As you came down from your high, Javi was still chasing his, but he did remove this thumb from your oversensitive nub, giving you a touch of reprieve. You tugged on his hair once more and pressed lazy kisses to the line of his jaw.

Finally, he came, thrusting hard and not stopping until every last drop was fucked up into you.

Javi rolled to the side, thick arms bringing you with him so he could keep you close without crushing you under his weight.

“Shit, where were you keeping that, princesa?” he huffed a laugh, brushing some stray hair from your face.

You curled into his shoulder, trying to hide your embarrassment, “I didn’t think you’d be into it.”

“Hey,’ he captured your chin in one of his rough hands, placing a kiss to your lips before pulling back to look you in the eye, “You can call me whatever you want, bebita, as long as you keep making those pretty noises for me.”

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