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garbinge · 11 months

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Superman (1)

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: 5 times Character A (Javi) helped Character B (Reader), and one time Character B (Reader) helped character A (Javi). Javi helps you cope with your parents fighting.

A/N: This is part 1 of 6 of this mini series I’ve had on the back burner for months!!! Just a little childhood friends to lovers. <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, pining, angst, drinking/

Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @narcolini @justreblogginfics

Part 2, Part 3

The screaming had been going on for hours. Your headache was now numbing and making it impossible to have a single clear thought. There were no more quiet activities to keep you occupied, you had run out of them. Reading every magazine you owned, skimming through books… you could attempt something else but making noise would just make it worse. When your parents were reminded of your presence in the house, one would think the fighting would stop but it actually did quite the opposite. It turned into an argument on the fact that they were arguing and now your name would get thrown into the mix. It had been such a pattern that you unfortunately knew so well. It was a fucking cliche, but when you heard your name get thrown around you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

Rolling over in bed, you stared at the digital clock on the bed stand, the red light of the numbers mocking you. It was 2 in the morning. 2:37 to be exact. You sighed and had to think, would they ever take a break? Even for some fucking food or water. But they were on round 12 of arguing over the same shit for the 4th time this week and you knew there wasn’t much of an end in sight. Ripping the sheets off, you grabbed a sweatshirt to throw over your pjs, it was the beginning of spring in Texas so the days were hot but the nights were cold. Without thinking you grabbed your superman slipper socks and made your way to the window. Timing was key here, you waited for a loud scream, maybe even the sound of furniture moving, something that would be loud enough to cover the noise of your window opening. You didn’t have to wait long, the sound of something slamming that would have normally made you flinch was when you slid the window wide open. Your face scrunched up, hoping that the sound didn’t alert your parents. The fighting continued, letting you know you were in the clear so you made your way out of the window, singing praises that your room was located on the first floor, making sneaking out easy.

You tiptoed next door, navigating your way over to the window of your best friend’s room. With a light hand you tapped against the window, not able to see in due to the curtains being drawn closed. Seconds passed as you waited on an answer until you tapped on the window again, this time a little harder hoping it would alert him. There was shuffling that could be heard on the other side of the window, when the curtains moved you saw Javi, his face was half asleep but also filled with a sense of urgency. His shoulders dropped when he saw it was you and he was opening the window immediately.

“You fuckin’ scared me.” Javi held the curtain open with his back as his hand extended out to let you in.

“Scared you? Please, the number of times you’ve snuck up on me, not to mention just the thought of getting in the car with you let alone driving with you? I’ll call us even.” You jumped down from the window, still holding Javi’s hand.

“They fighting again?” Javi ignored your comment about his driving, he knew you wouldn’t come over this late for nothing.

“4th time this week.” You fell back on his bed, resting your hands on your abdomen.

Javi laid down next to you, both of you staring up to the ceiling, somehow in the short few seconds you weren’t looking at him, he had grabbed a snack. The sound of munching made you look over at him, your forehead wrinkled from a frown.

“Ding dong?” He offered you a hostess baked treat.

Chuckling softly, your eyes bounced back and forth between him and the hostess cake. Grabbing it while shaking your head, you whispered toward him, “You’re a ding dong.”

Javi exhaled out a scoff that had a hint of humor in it. “You wanna talk about it?” He changed his tone pretty quickly, looking back at you.

“Not much to say.”

Javi nodded, bringing the cake up to his mouth to take a bite. “You wanna go somewhere?”

Your head snapped to look at him. “It’s 3 AM, where would we go? Plus isn’t your dad home?”

“We could go for a walk?” he shrugged, “the ranch is huge, plus, my dad isn’t even home.”

Letting yourself sit up on your elbows you raised your voice now at him. “And you still made me go through the window?!”

“How was I supposed to know you were coming over at 3AM? You were already there. No point telling you to go to the door.”

“Where is he? Your dad?” You were confused. Chucho was always here, the ranch was his prized possession, his life’s work. He didn’t just leave on vacations, he wasn’t the type.

“Picking up a cow or a pig or a dog or a chicken.” Javi let the craziest sentence flow out of his mouth in the most monotone voice.

“So your dad decided to take an overnight trip to pick up an animal?” You were on the edge of laughing, but it was believable, he would do anything for the farm.

“You know him, he loves his ranch.” Javi was standing up now, grabbing a beer from a cooler he had stashed under his bed. “You want one?”

Extending your hand out, you grabbed the beer and cracked it open. “Alright Peña, let’s go for a walk.”

You were up next to him now taking a sip of the beer, eager to go on whatever little adventure awaited you both. His arm bent against his side just for you to hook your own arm to his as you left his house and made your way to the fields.

It was quiet, the sound of cicadas were the only thing you could hear and both of your steps on the gravel and then the grass. It was refreshing, after sitting in that house full of screaming for hours you didn’t realize all you needed was a moment of quiet. Javi had brought the cooler out with him, it was small, only housing 6 beers, 2 of which you were already indulging in.

You made your way over to the flatbed farm truck that was left in the middle of the field with hay on it. Javi jumped on the truck bed first, letting his beer rest on the edge and using the tire to boost himself up. He crouched down and gave you his hand, prompting you to use the tire as well. Your beer stayed in your other hand, risking spillage as Javi pulled you up. When you thought your footing was stable, you let go of Javi’s hand before realizing you weren’t as settled as originally thought. Slipping back down, he caught your arm letting his other arm wrap around your waist and stabled you on the truck.

“You already drunk?” He was looking down at you.

“No. I just don’t have a habit of climbing up on farming equipment.” Letting your eyes roll as you moved your beer in front of Javi’s face, you gave him a smirk. “Didn’t spill my beer though.”

Javi chuckled, picking up and finishing his own can of beer and making his way to lean against the body of the truck.

“Can you believe we’re graduating in a month?” The statement had excitement and wonder behind it as you kicked pieces of hay off the truck before making your way over to him.

“Can’t wait.” He brought a new beer to his lips.

You laid down, placing your head across his knees. “You can’t wait to leave me behind?” Joking, you reached your hand over your head and slapped his thigh.

“Been stuck with you for what? 6 years? I could use a break.”

“7. You’ve been stuck with me for 7 years.” You huffed and it got silent again.

After a few minutes passed, Javi spoke up. “You know I’m kidding, right?” He was a little nervous that you took what he said to heart.

“Mhm.” Trying to hold your seriousness was a tough task, but you were trying to fool him into thinking you were mad at him.

He said your name in a way that was impossible for you not to let out a smile. “Relax, I know. Plus you’re staying local for college so you’re not getting rid of me just yet, Peña.”

“Good.” It was one word but it was comforting and yet he decided to make you feel even better with his next set of words. “Yesterday and days before.”

That was the most comforting thing he could have said, a statement solely for the radio and your friendship...that only you two would understand. Which is why you responded, “Till forever, on it goes.”

Javi was truly your one best friend. You met in middle school after moving to Texas with your parents due to a career change for your father that put you right across the block from The Peña’s. Your mother forced you to come with her to introduce your family to the neighbors, saying it was polite and courteous. The irony in it was that your father didn’t join, but that was far from the start with their issues.

Javi answered the door, Chucho, his father, joining shortly after. You offered up a sad attempt at a wave which caught Chucho’s eyes. A smile came to his face, which you later learned was rare for the man. But at some point between the moment you left their front porch and the moment you were on the sidewalk trailing behind your mother, Javi had followed after you. He asked if you wanted a beer, it was 12 year old Javi’s version of a joke and your mom was quick to bite. She laughed out loud and told Javi he was charming, and if nothing else, he got you out of trailing your mom around for the next hour to everyone on the block. But it was far from nothing else. That day changed your life and you remembered it so clearly, you both sat on the front porch of his house, eating popsicles in the Texas heat. You only talked about one thing, his favorite song. Have You Ever Seen The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival. It became your favorite by default. Before you went home that day, Javi took your arm and grabbed a pen. “Yesterday and days before.” He wrote the lyrics in his chicken scratch handwriting. You followed suit, choosing a set of lyrics that followed soon after his. “Till forever, on it goes.”

That day changed everything, the two of you did everything together. You walked to school, you shared a locker, you switched lunches, joined the same electives. And that was middle school. When high school came along, things changed, not for better or for worse, they just were different. You hung out a lot, but not everyday like before. Javi had his time tied up with girls and work, while you had your time tied up with work and extracurriculars at school. You both made new friends, different friends, but you made time for each other with ease. Teasing one another for the current roster of girls Javi was seeing or the current club you had enrolled in.

You were brought out of the memory when Javi was taking out a small portable radio. He must have slipped it into the cooler since the two missing beers offered up enough space. Creedence Clearwater Revival was playing, not your guys’ song, but the album where it was from. Javi laid his head back, looking up at the clear sky. He began counting stars to the beat of the songs in his head, tapping his foot along too. You joined him, but instead of looking at the stars, you closed your eyes. Even with the music, this was peaceful, even more peaceful than the silence earlier. Songs played on, what felt like hours had passed but it had barely been 15 minutes and you were fading asleep. You would have been up all night if you stayed home, even if the fighting stopped.

Stirring awake, you were expecting to be chilly from the outside weather and greeted with a sky full of stars but instead you saw an array of playboy and magazine cutouts. Knowing that ceiling anywhere, you knew you were back in Javi’s room, asleep on his bed. He had to have carried you back, and being so tired it must not have woken you up.

“I fell asleep.” You stated in a groggy voice.

“Lightweight. 1 beer and you’re passing out.” Javi joked in a serious voice. By the sound of it, you could tell he hadn’t fallen back asleep. Rolling over, your eyes searched for him, he was on the floor, looking at his college acceptance folder.

“Having second thoughts?” Extending your arm out you grabbed the folder to look at it, examining all the information on his major and minor.

He didn’t answer, just watched you as you read everything over. “You know I think it’s a good fit. You're smart, you know how to read people.” He offered a nod, clearly not wanting to talk about it and you let it be, taking the opportunity to stretch after handing him back the folder.

His eyes moved down to see you stretching, your legs peeking out from the blanket. Javi caught a look at your socks and smiled. For a minute he thought about saying nothing and not making fun of you, but part of him knew you would take it in good fun.

“Nice socks.” His voice was dripping in sarcasm.

“Thanks, you like ‘em?” You kicked your feet up fully now out of the blanket.

“Superman, huh?”

“He’s always been my favorite superhero.” You said tilting your head and staring at the socks that you had waited in line for along with a comic at some point over the last year. “Besides you, of course, Peña.”

That comment made him laugh. “I’m not a superhero.” Now standing, his head was nodding towards you, telling you to move over in the bed. You obliged, leaving him enough room to squeeze next to you.

“I’m not going to argue with you. Whether you want to believe it or not, Javi, tonight, you are my superhero.”

The room got silent again, the only noise was the comforter and the sheets wrinkling as you turned to face the wall and fall asleep. You began to fade back to sleep when you felt Javi kiss the crown of your head and then face the other way.

“Goodnight, Cariño.” Javi said in a whisper but you had been awake just enough that you smiled before falling into what might have been the best sleep of your life.

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ariisheresstuff · 10 months

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Hiii i have a Javier Pena request if thats ok?🤍

I was wondering if you could do something where like Javi is a bit dismissive of the reader, but also not mean just ignores them or talks over them and they think he doesnt like them..

then shes on a mission and she gets injured and hes panicking back at the office. Shouting at steve to know where you are etc. then you come into the office like bruised and bloody and he rushes to you, protective. And he takes you to his and cleans you up, eventually leading to fluffy romantic smut and ending with cuddles and admitting his feelings for you

Scared Feelings

Pairings: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Genre: Angsty + Smut

Warnings: Blood, mentions of dying, cuts, wounds etc. MINORS DNI sex, cursing, naked, cum, you know the drill

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A/N: Ty for this lovely request! Enjoy! <3

You have been working with agent Peña and agent Murphy for some time. Ever since you three have been on with this Escobar case. This was probably the most serious and risk taking cases you have been on since you started working as a DEA agent. Murphy was a sweetheart around you, being a gentlemen and making sure you’re doing what you’re supposed to be doing. Javi on the other hand, let’s just say you guys don’t talk that much. You wouldn’t consider yourself friends. Sure you two greet each other but it’s very awkward and the tension is very sharp for no reason. Steve tried asking you what’s been the issue between you and Javi but you can’t seem to know why he doesn’t like you. You brush it off mostly, not wanting it to effect you so much.

It’s been months since you guys haven’t caught Escobar and everyone was getting frustrated.

“If we don’t find this son of a bitch, we all are going into a shithole.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.

“We tried everything, nothing. His guys are talking, what else is there to do. He’s too smart for us.” You said as you took a drag from your cigarette,

“Then we outta risk it.” Javi said making you and Steve turn to look at him,

“Then what? Have us die and make shit more complicated here?”

Javi scoffed at Steve’s remark, “This is our job Steve, we’re meant to risk our lives.” You said making Steve sigh, he ran a hand through his mess blonde locks as he shook his head. “Fuck it.”

You were assigned a mission downtown where apparently one of Escobar’s closet henchmen was meeting up with someone relative to Escobar. Unfortunately, Steve and Javi were ordered to stay back at the office and signal out radio stations to get any phone call information from Escobar. You assigned with other DEA agents, you just wished you were with Steve and Javi even though Steve was most likely better to be around in these types of situations. “Currently downtown, no signs of any suspicion yet.” You said over the Walkie-Talkie to Steve

“Copy that.”

“You think she can handle this?” Javi asked as he took a drag from his cigarette

“Of course she can, you think she can’t?”

Javi shrugged “Just saying, she’s never done it without us before.”

Steve smirked as he looked at his partner

“What?”

“You like her, don’t ya?

Javi choked on the smoke from his cigarette “The fuck? What’s your problem?”

Steve just wheezed as Javi was turning red “Aw, come on man, I know you do. Is that why you’re always quiet around her?”

Javi sighed as he leaned back in his chair giving Steve the finger “Shut the fuck up man.” Steve just shrugged as he continued to snicker making Javi grumble.

“He’s on the move.” You said into the Walkie-Talkie as you got out of the vehicle and crouched as you slowly made your way over to the guy, Steve jumped at your voice “Copy that kid, stay hidden.”

“On it.” You signaled the other agents to go in different directions and to follow your lead no matter what. You noticed the guy giving the dude some clear bag with something in it. You couldn’t tell what. “Target in sight.”

“See? Piece of cake for her.” Javi rolled his eyes as him and Steve continued on getting any radio signal but also keeping the lookout for you. You were about to stand up but to only feel someone yank you to the ground. You yelped in surprise as you tried to fight back. Apparently you were tricked. The guy had more of Escobar’s henchmen surrounding the area you were at watching. “I’m down! It’s a trap!” You managed to say in the Walkie-Talkie while confusing to get the guy off of you. Javi’s eyes widened at that as Steve stood up grabbing the Walkie-Talkie. “Y/N! Hey! Kid! What’s going on!” You didn’t have time to answer as you were struggling with some guy on top of you with a gun.

“Perra estúpida, ¿crees que nos engañaste?” Stupid bitch, you think you outsmarted us? The guy said while punching you in the stomach making you yelp in pain, you tried to grab his fist but he was much more stronger than you. You quickly grabbed the Walkie-Talkie trying to respond back to Steve

“Send backup! Send backup!” You yelled as the man grabbed the Walkie-Talkie as started hitting you in the head with it before breaking it.

“Y/N! Hey! Y/N answer me! Shit!” Steve quickly got up to and ran to his and Javi’s office to grab his gun

“The fuck is happening?” Javi asked while also grabbing his gun

“She’s in trouble, it was a trap.”

“Fuck.” Javi said quietly, him and Steve exited the office was about to exit the building when Messina blocked their way

“And where do you think you two are going?”

“Y/N is in trouble boss, she needs backup.”

“I will take care of that, you two aren’t going anywhere.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Messina gave Javi a look

“Yes I am Agent Peña. We need you two signaling in the radio room right now.”

“But Y/N is in serious trouble right now Messina.” Steve said as he was getting frustrated knowing you were in danger.

“I understand that agent Murphy, but we are sending backup right now. I ordered you both a job, correct?”

Javi shook his head as he sighed “Yes Ma’am.” Messina nodded her hand

“Fantastic.” She dismissed them both as they walked back to the radio room.

“Fucking bullshit, she’s in trouble right now and she isn’t doing shit to help her. Fuck!” Javi slammed his gun down on the table harshly as he bounced his leg,

“Javi, calm down. Y/N is a strong one.”

“Anything could happen to her Steve.”

Steve gave Javi this look, “Who Are you and what you have with Javier Peña?”

“Fuck, I don’t have time for this Steve.”

Steve bit down a smile “Knew you liked her man.” He whispered knowing Javi couldn’t hear him.

“Ah!” You yelped as the guy that was broke your Walkie-Talkie slammed you into a wall. Where is Steve? Where is Javi? You kept thinking they weren’t coming. Tears were clouding your vision, you never been in this type of situation before for any mission you were assigned.

“Suéltame pedazo de mierda!” Let go of me you piece of shit! Your nose was bleeding as well as the side of your head from being pushed down in the cement of the sidewalk, you had bruises everywhere. The tears started to fall as you prayed for someone to save you. You jumped at every gunshot that rang around your surroundings, event DEA agent that was working with you was either dead or saving themselves. The guy grabbed you by the throat as he began to block your airway. You gasped for air as you grabbed onto the hand that was around your throat, punching at him to the best of your ability.

“Hora de morir perra DEA.” Time to die DEA bitch his other hand reached down to his gun as he aimed it towards your temple.Your heart was racing as you thought about the last seconds of living, you closed your eyes as the tears began to fall harder “Please…” you gasped out as you felt the coolness of the gun stick harder into your head when all of a sudden a long bang rang through your ears. You body jolted as you felt to ground. Blood splattered all over you as you froze. The guy was laying dead with a gunshot to his head. Your breathing was uneven as you couldn’t process what just happened. You heard the sirens and saw flashing lights appear to view. More DEA agents were sent as they were helping you and the others settle everything. One of them helped you into another car to drive you back to the station. You were shaking the whole and couldn’t even speak with how traumatized you were from the scene.

Javi was pacing around the office while Steve watched him. Javi went through at least two packs of cigarettes in the last few hours. That’s how scared he was for you. He couldn’t even believe he was showing how much he cares about you.

“Dude she’s fine. I’m sure she’s ok-

“How the fuck do you know that Murphy?” Javi snapped at him as his hands started to shake, “it’s been three fucking hours since we heard anything. You call that okay?”

“Javi, the more you think this, the worse it becomes for you.” “I need to know if she’s safe or not or so help me—

he was interrupted by the door opening, he jolted up to see Messina. “We got her.”

Javi and Steve sprinted to the entrance of the office to see you wrapped in a blanket all hurt and scared. You looked up at the two men with tears falling down your face and your bottom lip trembling. “Gosh kid.” Steve muttered as he was the first to pull you into a tight hug and he rubbed your back and shushed your whimpers to calm you down.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know—

“Stop. It’s not your fault. None of this is Y/N.” He gave your shoulders a squeeze as gave you a small smile as you sniffled. You then turned to Javi who had a worried look on his face. Your smile faded as you looked into his brown eyes. He walked up to you slowly before he wrapped his arms around you as he hugged you as well. You body tightened as you froze. Javi never hugged you before.

“I’m glad you’re okay cariño.” He whispered into your ear making sure Steve and the others didn’t hear him. Your body relaxed in his touch as you hid your smile in his chest as you hugged him back. You both pulled away after a few seconds as you gave Javi and Steve a smile making them smile back at you. You all turned towards the entrance as you watched all the men that attacked in handcuffs be sent away into rooms. You felt the heavy weight on your shoulders release knowing that you were safe. Steve was first one to break the silence.

“Well, it’s time for me to head home. Got a wife and kid to deal with.” He said with a snicker making you smile.

“Tell Connie I said hi.”

Steve nodded as he brought you into one last hug for tonight

“If you need anything, you call me. Anything.”

You nodded at Steve as kissed his cheek as a way of saying thank you. Steve smiled as he squeezed your shoulder as a way of saying bye before waving off Javi and telling him about seeing him tomorrow. Now it was just you and Javi. You swayed around as you looked at your fingers. Too shy to start conversation.

“So you heading home or…”

you jumped lightly at his suddenly voice before looking up at him.

“Oh, um I walked here this morning. I’m fine with walking my apartment isn’t far—

“Like hell you’re walking home after what just happened. Come I’ll take you.” You didn’t have a chance to respond as you shrugged before grabbing your things from your desk before walking up to Javi.

“This isn’t my apartment Jav.” You looked out the window to see his and Steve’s apartment, he turn off the car before stepping out and helping you.

“I know, just figured you needed a drink after tonight. Besides I have stuff to help your wounds and shit.”

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks tingle at that face that he wants to help you. You didn’t say anything before walking up to him as he lead the way to his apartment. You both made it to his floor as he got out his door keys before opening up the door. He stepped to the side as he gave you a small smile “Ladies first.” You giggled as you stepped into his dark apartment

“Why thank you kind sir.” You teased back making Javi chuckle a bit. You looked around his apartment. “Nice apartment.”

“It’s nothing.” You sat down on his couch as he went to the kitchen to get you a drink. You winced as you felt your bruises becoming worse. You sort of forgot about them. Javi came back with a glass of whiskey. You thanked him as he set his own drink down before going down the hall. You drank the strong liquor in silence as you enjoyed the strong bitter taste. You licked your lips as you set the cup back down as Javi came back with a first aid kit. “Javi, I’m fine really. You don’t need to do all of this.” He shook his head

“I know, I just feel like it’s best to see you in good hands rather than suffering.” He sat next to you as he grabbed out a few cotton ball and peroxide. You sighed before nodding

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me cariño.”

Cariño

Something about that name made butterflies appear in your stomach and your cheeks became all red.

You winced as the peroxide was stinging your open wound that was on your cheek. “Sorry.” Javi said as he quickly cleaned up the cut

“It’s okay.”

He set a bandaid on your cheek before giving you a soft smile “You’re all patched up.” You smiled, happy that it was over.

“Wow Javi. Maybe you should be in the medical field instead.” You teased as he shook his head while chuckling. You watched him as he put away the first aid and came back with more whiskey. You watched him fill up both of your cups with golden brown liquid as he took out his cigarette packs. He lit one up as he laid back. You both sat in silence for a while before you spoke up. “Javi?” He hummed in response, you sighed as you felt your heart appear in your throat. “How come you never spoken to me?” Javi felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at you, it caught him off guard. So you did notice it. He thought to himself. He set down his cigarette on the ash tray as he rubbed his hands together.

“Listen. It was nothing about me being against you. No hate towards you or anything like that. It’s just… ever since you came around, I’ve felt nervous being around you.” You gave him a frown making him panic “Not in a bad way, it’s just— fuck— you make me feel these types of things I never experienced before.” Your eyes went wide as you felt your heart tighten,

“W-what do you mean.” Javi sighed as he felt himself getting hot and sweaty. It’s now or never.

“I have these feelings around you. Like deep feelings.” You mouth went dry as you understood what Javi was saying, you swallowed.

“You like me?” Javi looked down as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Yes.” He said quietly but for you to still hear, you froze. “I’m sorry if you felt like I didn’t like you or seemed disrespectful around you. I was just nervous about messing up around you and you thinking I was some dick or something.” You but your lip as you tried to hide the smile appearing on your lips watching him ramble on. “Steve was teasing me about liking you and shit. I’m just a dick for telling you earlier I’m sorr— you cut Javi off as you grabbed the side of his face as smashed your lips on his. It caught Javi off guard as he made a surprised noise and tensing up. He then was brought back down to earth before he relaxed as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. You sighed as your hands traveled to his hair as he cupped your face bringing your face closer and deeper. Javi groaned as you moaned lightly. You both pulled for air but not enough to where your lips were still touching. You both were panting as you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Was that enough to answer?” You said as Javi chuckled. You leaned your forehead on his as he started to slowly kiss down your neck.

“Hmmm, I don’t know cariño. I think I still don’t understand. Maybe you should show me.” He growled as he started to nip at your neck making you jolt and whine slowly. You crawled into his lap as you started to grind your hips on his already hard cock. Javi groaned as he yanked off his shirt and pants and helping you out of yours. His mouth watered as he stared at your bra. He looked up at you with permission making you nod as you continued to grind on him and moaning.

Javi’s hands were shaking in excitement as he took off your bra with one hand. You looked at him with wide eyes as he smirked at your expression. “Javier you naught menace. How in the hell do you know how to do that?” You nipples hardened at the cool air,

“I may have some experience.” You shook your head as he chuckled lowly. He continued to kiss down your neck before trying to find your sweet spot. You moaned as you rain your fingers through his hair. Hickeys and bite marks scattered all over your neck. Your body jolted as you yelped. “Mmm found it.” You cum right then and there as Javi helped you roll your hips on his hard bulge.

“Javi.”

“What’s wrong baby?”

“N-need you.” Javi chuckled

“Oh you need me?” You nodded as you watched him move down to your tits. You moaned a bit louder as he started to squeeze each tit like a stressing hall. “Words baby.” You whined

“Yes, I-I need you Javi.” He smirked as he continued to play with your boobs. He leaned down as he brought a nipple in his mouth “Oh fuck, Javi.” You moaned as he swirled his tongue over the hardening bud.

“Beautiful. The most beautiful tits ever baby. Gosh, you’re so fucking hot.” You felt yourself getting more wet at his praising.

“Oh fuck! Javi!” You yelped as Javi switched positions with you. You were now laying on the couch as Javi hovered over you. He leaned down as he smashed his lips on yours. You both moaned as you both were grinding your hips together.

“Bet that pussy of yours is all wet for me.” You furrowed your eyes-brows as you nodded at him making him smirk. “Bet you want me to fucking eat you out till your screaming my name Hm?” You quickly nodded at him

“Please Javi, I-I want you to eat my pussy. Please baby I’ll do anything.”

“Good girl begging like the good princess you are.” He leaned down to kiss you as he shoved his tongue in your mouth. You moaned as you wrapped your tongue around his. Spit coming out on the sides of your mouth as your teeth were clanking with his form how rough your make out was. Javi released the kiss as he started to kiss down your body. You shivered from his kisses as he praised you with words

“So beautiful, so sexy, you’re all mine cariño. All.Fucking.Mine.” He growled as he got lower, he kissed around your belly making you whimper as he got to your thighs. Your thugs started to shake making Javi hold them as he kissed your inner thighs so slowly making you squirm.

“Javi please, d-don’t tease me.”

“But where’s the fun in that baby?” He continued to tease you for a while before he started to go to where you needed him most. Your body started to shake from excitement. Javi licked his lips as he admired your lacy panties. He dragged a finger over your lips making you jolt, he then slowly started to rub your clot through your underwear.

“Oh! Fuck!” Javi licked his lips

“Gosh you’re so fucking sexy squirmy for me like a pathetic slut aren’t you mi amor?” You felt butterflies coming in your stomach at the nickname. He then leaned down to press the softest kiss to your clit making you cry out. He dove his nose into your slit as he inhaled your scent. He groaned. “Gosh you smell so good and sweet baby. You want me to taste you?” You nodded quickly making him chuckle. “Don’t worry baby, I will be tasting you.” In a split second he ripped off your underwear. You didn’t even care at this point. He didn’t give you a warning before he dove into your pussy. You moaned so loud it echoed around the living room. Your fingers dove into his messy locks as you grinder on his face.

“Oh shit! Oh my god. Javi you’re so good. Oh my god- baby!” Javi hummed into your pussy as he entered in two fingers into your slit. He then started to kiss your clit multiple times before he sucked on it. Hard. You felt yourself get dizzy as you felt your orgasm coming.

“Shit baby, the most wettest, most beautiful pussy. You gonna come cariño?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” He felt You tightened around his fingers. He started to finger you more faster as he continued to suck on your clit.

“Let go for me baby. Cum all over my face.”

Your legs shook as your fingers yanked into his locks. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you saw white.The coil in your tummy snapped as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Javi helped you ride out your high as he continued to kitten lick your clit and slit. You jolted as he continued to lick your clit. You whimpered as you pulled him from the back of his neck back to your face, you smashed your lips on him making him groan. You whined as you tasted yourself on him, you plunged your tongue into his mouth making him growl as he cupped your face. You both pulled away with a string of spit connecting your lips. Your hands were reaching down to take his cock out of his boxers, he then stopped you as he grabbed your wrist gently before shaking his head as he smiled at you. “Not tonight baby, I need to be inside you.” You whined as you smirked at him before pecking his lips twice. You laid back down only making him shake his again. You gave him a frown. “I want you to ride me baby.” You felt butterflies again at his low tone making you smile before nodding at him. You quickly got on his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You admired how toned and sort of buff he was. You smiled as you started to touch his shoulders and biceps making him chuckle. “You like what you see cariño?” You giggled as you kissed his neck

“Never realized how strong you were Javi.” Javi smirked at you as he aligned his cock to your entrance. His hands were on your hips as you stared into his eyes. Him staring back at you.

“You ready?” He asked quietly as you nodded, he nodded with you as he slowly started to sink into you. Your body jolted at the feeling before you let out a surprised moan. Javi groaned as his grip tightened on your hips. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight mi amor.”

“O-oh, fuck— Javi, you’re so big.” He chuckled as he helped you move your hips slowly.

“Feels good baby?” You nodded as you started to bounce on his cock, “Need words cariño.” You whined

“Y-yes Javi, feels so good. Fuck! Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop. Never.” He growled as he kissed and sucked on your neck. Your bouncing got faster as Javi moved your hips. Your fingers tugging onto his hair. You felt hot and sweaty. You’re moaning got louder as so did Javi’s.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum. Can I cum inside you mi amor?” Javi groaned out. You looked down at him as you started to feel tears form in your eyes from the overstimulation. You nodded your head rapidly.

“Please!please! Please cum inside me Javi! I wanna feel your cum.” Javi smashed his lips on yours hard as he helped you grind harder and faster on his dick. Your moaning picked up as the tears fell down your red cheeks. Javi slapped your ass making you jump.

“Cum with me baby. Fucking cum.” You cried out as your body started to shake. Your mouth was open with no sound coming out. You both paused your movements before you both moaned and groaned together. Your bodies started to shake uncontrollably. Javi groaned loud and deep in your neck as you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer.

“Oh shit, mmmm fuck.” You moaned out, Javi panted in your neck as his hands rubbed your back.

“Shit.” Javi muttered out. Your legs felt like jello as you stayed wrapped in his arms with his cock still in you. You kissed Javi’s temple as you ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down. You’re bodies all sticky and hot. Javi then pulled out of you making you whine at the loss of contact and making Javi whimper at the coolness hitting him. He jolted as he calmed his breathing down. He reached over to grab his pack of cigarettes before lighting one up. He laid down with you on his chest. You sighed as you stared up at him, admiring his bare chest and him smoking. You both laid there in silence. You rested your head on his chest as you relaxed at the sound of his heartbeat.

“Javi?”

“What’s wrong cariño?” His voice rumbled through his chest making it vibrate. You looked up at him to see him staring back at you. It only made you smile.

“Nothing. Just… does this mean something?” Javi exhaled a fog of smoke as he gave you a smile

“What do you think mi amor?”

“I’m assuming maybe?” You teased making him roll his eyes at you before chuckling. You chuckled back as you sat up to be closer to him. You took the cigarette from his hand as you inhaled, you stared into his eyes as you exhaled. Javi hummed as he cupped your face. You finished the cigarette before placing it on the ashtray.

“You are something, you know that?” You shrugged at him as you played with his hair,

“I’ve been told.” Javi smiled at you before pulling your face closer to his as you both shared a loving, long kiss. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, him wrapping his around your back. You both continued the kiss as you snuggled into his warm embrace. Slowly falling asleep in each other’s touch.

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𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀.

↳ summary: When the DEA picks you up during a drugs bust, Agent Peña tries unconventional interrogation methods to force you to spill the information you have.

↳ pairing: javier peña x f!reader

↳ [2.4k words] content: 18+ MDNI. Mentions of Pablo Escobar, Dickhead!Javi, Dub-con (uneven power dynamic — consent isn’t asked of reader but she is willing <3), spanking (both hand and belt), edging. Rough p in v sex, unprotected sex, cumshot. This is a @beskarbabs remaster - original post date 2021.

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“The phrase butter wouldn't melt in his/her mouth describes someone who appears demure, innocent or sincere but is, in fact, unkind, devious or insincere. The idea is that the person in question is so calm, cool and collected that butter wouldn't even melt in his mouth.”

The door abruptly opening cuts through the hour-long silence and jolts you in your seat. The stunted movement remind you of the irritating ache in the joints of your shoulders and the painfully tight metal cuffs around your wrists that keep you restrained. The DEA agent that stands before you watches with a vacant gaze, refusing to speak at first. His broad biceps bulge as he crosses his arms across his chest, weight shifting onto one foot.

The DEA had been trying to get you to talk for a good four hours now. They'd sent in a young, blonde American with a strong southern drawl who introduced himself as Agent Murphy. Despite his coercion, you refused to do much more than look at him with a fatigued and inattentive expression. He'd given up pressing you after some time before sending in who he called 'Carillo'. He was ruthless, threatening to deport you, to expose you to the rival cartels and have them deal with you - however violent that may be. He, too, had been unable to obtain any information.

So they had sent in who you assumed were the 'big guns'. Though, you found quiet confidence in the fact it was a man wearing a salmon-pink shirt and yellow aviators - not the most daunting get-up you'd seen. He’s far from intimidating as Carillo had been, but he’s certainly handsome. Laying some files on the desk, he rests his palms flat on the table as he leans down to look you in the eyes.

"You may want to start talking," he begins his interrogation, and you glance down at your lap, dejected. You’re confident he knows the score. He's been through this before with countless cartel members. From the very bottom of the pecking order to the closest aids of el patron, you don’t talk about cartel business to authorities. You faced death if you did- public execution. Keeping your lips sealed, you’re unable to look at him for fear of this new agent somehow managing to piece you together.

It was stupid. He couldn't read your mind, obviously, but you were exhausted and under severe pressure.

He looks you over, chocolatey gaze lingering longer than it should. He observes your reluctance to talk, the way you seem fearful to detail your ordeal.

The agent raises a cigarette to his lips, lighting up as he paces behind you. Staring ahead of you, you attempt to smother any sign of weakness— any reason to close in on you. Instead, you jump in surprise when you feel his breath against the shell of your ear.

"I can get you out of this mess, Preciosa. I just need some information,” he murmurs, fingers gliding down your forearms in a ghost-like touch to your wrist. You feel his thumb trace the curve of the too-tight cuffs that restrain you to the chair, and you wince as he traces the bruising skin there. Pausing momentarily, he considers his next move before taking out a key to unlock them.

A moan of relief escapes your lips as you feel the blood rush back into your wrists. You pull your arms around the chair again, rolling your shoulders to relieve the pain that had been building there. Fuck, that felt so much better-

A hand takes your chin, forcing you to look at the agent who had released you. Shock floods your body, as not even Carillo, who had been rather aggressive, had touched you.

"You're going to start talking. You hear me?" He speaks, his tone demanding yet eerily soft.

You hadn't intended to become a part of the Cartel scene, but desperation and need for money had beaten you down. So, when a man approached you and offered to pay money in exchange for you sitting in his taxi as a passenger through the streets of Medellin, you swore it was a blessing. You had been careless and accepted the offer before even realising what you’d signed up for. Had you known you would be serving as a front for the Kingpin of Medellin, Pablo Escobar, who would lay in the trunk of the taxi as it ferried him around the city, you wouldn't have agreed to anything.

Needless to say, there was no backing out of a deal with the devil. Especially when you were the shield for Satan himself. That still stood, even when the Drug Enforcement Agency caught with one of Escobar's closest allies. The DEA had noticed you in the taxi multiple times during their stake-outs of the streets of Medellin and thus had ordered your arrest. With an explanation, you were facing deportation and life imprisonment. Without an explanation - execution.

The agent exhales smoke from his cigarette, tapping his foot on the floor to signal he’s waiting. You clear your throat weakly, beginning to state your case.

"I promise I haven't done anyth-"

"You will address me with 'Agent Peña' before you speak. Do you understand?" he asks you. You stare at him, abdomen twisting with his authoritative tone, but equally shocked by what he said. Without a leg to stand on, you mutter gently 'Yes, Agent Peña'.

"Good," he murmurs, stroking his thumb down your jaw as he gazes into your eyes. You feel your heart stutter, taken by his audacious attitude. He abruptly pulls your face forward, closing the space between you swiftly as a mouthwatering scent of vanilla enters your senses. You note the slightly artificial tinge to the smell. Was that his aftershave?

"I suggest that you start telling me why you were with those men," he whispers, taking in the details of your lips as he speaks. You part them slowly, considering your next move. Would they protect you if you did? You'd often heard of 'rats' being safeguarded by the US government...

You decide not to take the risk.

"Agent Peña, I don't know anythi-" you gasp as he pulls you forward by your wrists, throwing you over the freezing metal table. Before you have the chance to sit back up, his hand is pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the surface. Your raised heart rate causes your breath to come out in soft pants, the respiration causing the shiny desk to fog up. What-?!

"You can't keep lying to me like this. I'll get an answer," he murmurs, the irritation evident in his voice as he begins palming at your ass through your denim jeans. You wriggle your hips, trying to break free, but he spanks you hard, enough for your skin to prickle and sting through the denim. You cry out in shock, attempting to look over your shoulder at the agent.

"Remember, Hermosa; I can get you out of this mess. I can find you a place to go..." His words are feather soft, but his tone is stern as you feel his fingers slip between your legs, searching for your clit through your jeans. Your back arches as he finds it, a soft moan trickling from your lips as he focuses his attention there and waits expectantly for some form of confession.

When he doesn't receive it, he spanks you again, harder this time. You sob out, pressing your forehead to the desk that's quickly warming up under your burning skin.

"You look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, sweetheart. But we know better, don't we?" he questions, stroking the prickling pain his smack caused. You flush red at that, feeling him squeeze your ass gently. You can't tell if he's talking about your criminal record or your sexual interests - regardless, he reaches his hand around your front and down the waistband of your jeans.

"You're so wet," he says, a smirk evident from the sound of his voice as he traces your pussy with the tips of his fingers through your soaked underwear, "I've barely even touched you." You whine in embarrassment, closing your eyes tight at the pleasure that arcs up your spine.

"Tell me why you were there," he commands, focusing his touch on your clit once again. Your toes curl in your shoes, pining as he grinds his hard cock against your ass.

"I-... I made a d-deal!" you choke out a sob as he pinches your clit. There's a pause as Agent Peña seems to consider what you said before he's unbuttoning your jeans with deft fingers.

"Continue."

"I can't say- fuck- I can't say anything-!” You moan out as he pushes your panties to the side, slipping his fingers into your soaked cunt within seconds.

"Be a good girl..." he goads, pressing the heel of his palm into your clit as the pads of his fingertips feel at your walls. You're beginning to aggravate him; you can hear it in his voice.

"I can't!" you moan loudly, pushing your hips to take his fingers deeper. Agent Peña doesn't even hesitate as you hear his belt unbuckle and his zip come down with his free hand.

"So unsuspecting. Aren't you? You look so innocent... But look at you," he growls in a voice as thick as honey, taking his fingers out of you and spanking you hard again, "Such a filthy girl."

You press your cheek to the table, still pinned down on your front as he kicks your feet apart and slips down your jeans.

You hear a groan as he feels at your ass again, observing the red marks his hands have made under the dim lighting. Peña grips at your ass and the back of your thighs roughly, taking in the view of you in your panties. You whimper, pushing your hips back with the need to be filled by his fingers again.

"You haven’t given me what I want," he scolds you lightly, too invested in the view to put any real effort into it as he slips down your panties. You feel your slick stick to the inside of your thighs as he pulls your underwear away from your core, replaced quickly by his fingers as they begin to slowly circle your clit.

"Agent Peña..." you beg, wanting more- needing more than just his fingers. Instead, you hear the crack of leather against your skin before you truly feel it, but the onslaught of burning, skin-splitting pain is enough for you to yelp. It hurts, but the sting combined with his dexterous fingers hurtles you towards orgasm much quicker.

You're soaking his fingers, and he can feel your walls tightening around him. He removes his digits, once again not allowing you to cum despite the tears of desperation that slip down your face.

"Tell me, and I'll let you cum," he insists, hand rubbing your prickling skin in an attempt to ease the pain. You gasp weakly, gripping the edge of the table as you fall apart, needing his cock inside of you.

"I rode in the back of the taxi. I was a c-cover for Pablo Escob-bar. He was in the trunk!" You babble, yelping as he grips your ass.

"Could you give me the addresses of where you went in that taxi?" Peña asked, gently pinning the side of your head to the desk but amping up the intensity of his interrogation.

"I-I can remember s-some!" You cry out as he impales you on his cock in reward for opening up. He splits you open, the ache between your legs delicious with the mix of your overstimulated clit. You grip the edge of the desk to brace yourself as he allows you to adjust to the length of his cock, which is already throbbing at the tightness of your cunt around him.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate," he practically coos, wrapping your hair around his fingers. You keen at his words, tilting your hips slightly.

That's all Agent Peña needs. Tugging on your hair, he uses it as leverage to piston his hips into you as he holds your hip in an iron-tight hold with his free hand. He uses this grip to tilt your hips upwards so your balance on your tiptoes. You moan loudly, overwhelmed at the sensation as his cock fills you just right.

"This is what you like, isn't it?" He tightens the grip hard enough that you'll leave this room with his fingerprints imprinted on your skin, "You look so innocent, but you just want a dick to cum on, don't you?"

You mewl, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust as he steadily spits utter filth at you.

"D-Don't st-stop," you choke out, holding on for dear life as mind-numbing bliss creeps its way up your spine, settling- building. The agent grunts with the exertion, noting the way you push your hips back with each thrust in an attempt to take him even deeper.

"Fuck, you're such a little slut!” he growls, spanking you again as you cry brokenly. His hips pound into you so fucking hard, still using your hair as leverage as the pain and the pleasure all build to an earth-shattering crescendo.

You cum so hard that your body crumples inwards, everything fading as heat rips through you. The rapture is so great that your toes curl in your shoes to the point they cramp up. It's eviscerating; your entire body just overwhelmed by the pleasure to the point you can't even hear your own loud sobbing.

"F-Fuck-!" Peña growls, dick throbbing as it pulls out of you, leaving you breathless as you hear a groan rip through the DEA Agents' throat. He cums, spurting thick ropes over your back as he continues to jerk himself off with one hand, the other keeping himself steady with his palm on the desk beside your waist.

Finally, you're both still and quiet, the only noise being that of yours and Peña's heavy breathing as the two of you try to collect yourselves. He clears his throat after a while, tucking himself back into his pants. Laying on your front still, dazed from the dicking down you just received, you hear him mumble under his breath.

"Could you give me those addresses please?"

... At least he asked nicely.

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Day 10 ”Toys” - Pt 2 of “Who does this Belong To?”

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. Specific Warnings: Overstimulation, wand vibrator, unprotected PiV(Do Better), Papi Kink, Dom!Javi, Sub!reader, spanking, choking(mild), degradation (lots of it, Javi has a filthy mouth), come play(sort of??), bratty reader. Mentions of Infidelity and male masturbation

Sorry this is late, I was so busy with birthday stuff and I went back to work today and it’s just been a mess. But I hope you enjoy this! Thank you once again to the amazing @pastelnap and @wannab-urs for beta-ing for me!

Two weeks ago you’d felt so proud of yourself as you listened to Javi whine and come over his fingers as you left your shared apartment. Two weeks, and he hadn’t said a thing about it.

Until now.

Javi slams the door behind you as he captures your lips in his own, the kiss is possessive, hungry, and has you gasping for air. You push back against Javi, trying to convey that you want to go to bed, but he only pins you to the door more firmly.

“No.”

His tone is gruff as he wedges his knee between yours as he brings your wrists together over your head. His thigh presses firmly against your core as Javi leans back to look at you. Your lips are swollen and puffy as you pant up at him.

His dark eyes are hooded, his lips part a little as he smirks down at you. You arch your back as you grind yourself over his muscular thigh. His free hand closes around your throat, gentle enough to not leave a mark, but domineering enough to make you chase the pressure on your windpipe.

“Need you to tell me your safe word hermosa.”

“Gringo.”

“Fuck, you’re a bad woman.”

“Would you rather I say Steve?”

“¡Híjole! You’re going to pay for that mi amor.”

He leans in to nip at your jaw, his moustache raking delightfully against your cheek and you whine at the friction as his teeth sear marks into your skin. His tongue soothes over the sore flesh with tenderness and you’re a panting whining mess by the time he reaches your ear.

“You have two minutes to get to the bed, strip bare, arms above your head. Face down, ass up. Go.”

Javi releases you and walks off into the spare room he uses as an office when things get too hot at the office, or if he wants to be able to get up late and fuck you before work. You hesitate for a moment but as soon as his door is closed you practically leap over the sofa to get to your shared bedroom.

You strip off, throwing everyting in the hamper in the coner of the room and throw yourself onto the bed. You follow every instruction to the letter, doing no more or less than Javi commanded. You’re on your knees, thighs clamped tightly together, hands together up near the pillows. You wait, trying not to squirm in anticipation as you know if Javi catches you moving, you’re already in his bad books.

After a few agonsing minutes you hear the bedroom door close with a click. You hold steady, even though your whole body trembles in gentle quakes, like waves jostling a boat on the open ocean. But Javi is uncharacteristically silent as you try to keep your head. You want to turn and ask what’s taking so long, but you were being the perfect plaything tonight.

From the word “No.” you had realised this was payback for two weeks ago, when you punished him for kissing someone else. So, you were resisting every urge to be your usual bratty self. You know that when either of you take near-complete control like you had, there was always a reaction. A reverse swing of the pendulum of consensual power-play between you.

Then you hear it, a soft, whining drone behind you. It’s almost enough to make you turn, but you bury your head in the sheets grinding your teeth together as you try and figure out what you had in store.

“Open.”

Javi taps the each of your asscheeks ass twice, no nonsense, you do as you’re told. You shift your knees, easing forward on the sheets so that your thighs spread out for him. The humid air hits your exposed core and you sigh in anticipation.

You expect Javi to just take you, it’s something you both love. Even if you’re sore the next day, sometimes having a fraught, frantic fuck without prep was what you both needed. But what happens next has you reeling.

The firm press of something broad and vibrating against your clit makes your whole body convulse. It’s so much, a rolling, unrelenting ripple of sensation through your aching bundle of nerves. You whimper and whine as you struggle to maintain control over your body.

“How’s that feel hermosa?” Javi lilts from behind you. You can feel him hovering just behind you on the bed, careful not to touch you with anything but the wand.

“So good, fuck Javi.” You mewl as your orgasm builds so quickly you can barely think. You’re drooling into the sheets as you tremble whilst trying to stay still, following instructions like a good girl.

The crack of Javi’s free hand against your asscheek has you coming hard. The combined euphoric stimulation of your clit and the slap of his broad hand on your skin shoots pleasure straight to your core. You shake and tremble as you come down through your high and you fully expect Javi to pull the wand away and fuck you now.

The high-pitched whine doesn’t stop, if anything it gets louder as you feel the vibrations build against your aching clit. Javi chuckles as he sees you struggling to stay still. You whimper as you feel yourself building up again through the near-painful stimulation.

“Javi please, let me have a second to-,”

“No.”

Javi cuts you off by landing another heavy spank on your other asscheek.

“Javi!” You cry out as your walls flutter around nothing, your pussy desperate to be filled as the overstimulation has tears rolling down your cheek.

“Am I going to have to gag that pretty little mouth?”

Javi growls as he soothes his broad palm over your reddening flesh, his touch grounding you as you feel another orgasm building deep inside you.

“No, I’ll be quiet I promise.”

“No what?”

“No Papí.” You whine as your fingers and toes curl and your cunt squeezes around nothing as your second orgasm rips through you. You whimper and whine as Javi moves the wand back and forth, giving your clit a brief respite as he teases your entrance with it.

“Good girl.”

You hear the telltale sound of his belt coming undone and heat rushes to your cheeks and pricks at the tips of your ears as you realise he’s still fully dressed.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” He purrs as he taps your shoulder gently, “You’re going to keep this wand on your clit while I use you like a little fuck toy, understand?”

“Yes Papí, I’ll be good, do whatever you want.”

Your voice is weak and pathetic as you stutter through the continued overstimulation. Javi loves doing this to you, pushing you past your limits, but this is something else. This is intense.

“Good girl, remembering her fucking manners, now take it.”

You’re not sure if he meant the wand or his cock but the moment you take hold of the vibrator Javi plunges his cock deep inside you without warning. You bury your face in the sheets to muffle the wail of pleasure that rips through you as he splits you open. Your knees go weak, but Javi holds you firm, one hand on your shoulder, forcing you back onto his cock with every thrust. His other hand steadies you by your hip.

“Don’t even think about moving it away bebita.”

Javi snaps his hips against your ass and you hear his desperate, breathy groans as he rakes his thick cock through your slick walls. He’s close. Your cunt aches with overstimulated bliss as the vibrations sear into your swollen clit and you whimper and moan as each thrust only intensifies the pressure building deep in your core.

“You’re my perfect little cocksleve, choking me with this tight little pussy. Fuckin’ made for me to ruin.”

Javi growls through clenched teeth, his voice tight as he nears his release. The hot breathy moans and tight whining grunts are music to your ears as you come undone around him. Your body goes limp as your vision blurs. You drop the wand but Javi doesn’t seem to care anymore as his hips stutter and still inside you with a deep, throaty groan spilling from his lips.

You feel him come inside you, filling you up and spilling out of your pussy as he pulls out. You whine at the loss of sensation as your heart hammers in your chest, threatening to explode form the way your body is shaking and convulsing from three overstimulated orgasms. You roll onto your back, still trembling as you look up at Javi, his face a picture of triumph.

“Naughty girl.”

Javi scolds you gently but the buzzing of the wand stops as he turns it off and drops it over the edge of the bed. You hiss as he spreads your legs gently before running a finger up through your combined spend. He gently gatheres the combined slick and come on his finger and presses it slowly back into your cunt.

“Papí, please, no more.” You beg as you clamp your thighs around his forearm.

“You ready to tap out? What’s your safe word baby?” Javi’s voice loses all bravado, the silky sweetness a wild juxtaposition to the fact his middle finger is still buried to the knuckle inside you, plugging your pussy so you don’t leak any more of his come.

“Nuh-uh.” You whine, as much as you’re sore and aching for a rest, you never back down so easily with Javi.

“Looks like Papí needs to teach you another lesson.”

You groan at your own stubbornness but you know Javi is going to make it worth your while.

It’s going to be a long night.

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Javier Peña Headcannons

LONG TIME NO SEE/TALK!!

To make a long story short, I got the big sad and yeah :( But I’m back now and it’s time for headcannons on my hyperfixation!! AKA: PEDRO PASCAL! So- Right now- I’m going to give my Headcannons on Javier Peña. Arguably one of- if not- the hottest Pedro Character- If you don’t know him He’s from the Netflix show Narcos. It’s amazing 1000/10. Would recomend. ANYWAY- WITHOUT FURTHER ADO ON TO THE HC’S!!

WARNINGS: THIS WILL HAVE EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!! Mentions of sex, 1 non-con-ish hc (Not really cuz specified if you consent beforehand?), and pregnancy talk, swearing, etc!! I tried making this GN! But if I slipped up please tell me😭

(Gif not mine! Credit to og poster^^)

- He may not be one to settle down- But when he finds that special someone- He doesn’t cheat. He actually hates them quite a lot. But- if he see’s you at a bar and you let it spill your partner is either cheating or not treating you well, he’ll show you how someone should treat you.

- This may not come as a surprise but he’s protective of you- Like- this man has no problem slipping his arm around your waist in a crowded bar. If he see’s someone getting a bit too close to you he’ll pull up closer to you, pull you into a heated kiss, which of course, scares the other people off <3

- Despite all this protectiveness and possessiveness, he’s scared to start a relationship with you. It’s not like he’s new to this, but it certinally feels new. After all, the last relationship he was in, he left the girl at the alter. But you also feel different. And he doesn’t want to scare you off.

- Even telling you about how he left Lorraine, he’s scared. Somehow ex’s came up. You spilled about yours before asking him. He’s very hesitant, and you assure him, if he doesn’t want to tell, he doesn’t have to. But it felt unfair to leave you in the dark. He’s fully ready for you to dump him after the words leave lips. But you know he didn’t leave her for fun. He had a dream, and she didn’t fit in it. She wanted him to stay in Texas. But you, you just want what he wants. And he see’s that. Needless to say- he’s quite shocked when you don’t break up with him.

- His love language is definitely is physical touch. He loves running his hands up and down your body. Pulling you close, burying his head in your chest, running his hands through your hair or down your back, giving you massages (on his days off), etc.

- While you’re in Colombia, he doesn’t have much time for Quality time, but as soon as you go back to Texas with him, he spends as much time as he can. That’s one of the reasons he didn’t take on Mexico.

- He also loves showering you with words of affirmation. But, like quality time, he can’t do that much in Colombia. Though he loves calling you at the office almost every hour- if he can- just to remind you how in love with you he is.

- Again, he can’t do many acts of service in Colombia, but in his time with you he tries to do all he can. He’ll do simple things like helping you in the car, carying your bag if you’re out walking/shoping with him, doing the dishes (if he’s lucky enough to get off that early), etc.

- And of course giving gifts. He loves giving you gifts. It can be as simple as ordering flowers on his way to work and having them delivered to you later. Or it can be more expensive. Like- buying you a designer bag. He insists on getting you the best. Even going as far as taking note on what you find nice when you’re out with him just so he could buy you them later and gift them to you.

- Now what he likes recieving? He loves physical touch and acts of service. He loves it when he can feel your hands all over him. The way you cling to him in your sleep. The way you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him into a kiss when he gets home. The way you tug on his hair and leave scratches down his back. He loves it all.

- And don’t even get me started on acts of service! He loves coming home to see you doing the dishes, cooking, or fuck, even cleaning! He wouldn’t admit it at first, but he loves the thought of you being a stay at home partner. Don’t get him wrong- He’s all for you working and perusing your dreams, but domesticity looked good on you.

- He hates when he works later than normal and comes home to see you already asleep. He’d find you either passed out at the table- waiting for him to have dinner- or in bed, all curled up and hugging one of his pillows just to feel like he’s there. And it breaks his heart every time because he knows he has to leave before you even get up. </3

- He doesn’t like kids. Well, at first. When you two first start dating kids are out of the question. Unless, you already have them. But over time he starts thinking more about it. It starts as innocent thoughts of you holding a child in your arms, feeding them, changing diapers, all that stuff. But it slowly develops into more. He can’t help the thoughts of knocking you up. He’d start pulling out later and later. Then it turns to dirty talk. “M’ gonna knock a baby in you cariño.. Would you like that? Wanna carry my child for 9 months?” Regardless if you can bear kids or not.

- This might not come as a surprise- but he loves to tease you. He’ll work you up just to get you on the edge, only to stop when you’re about to cum. Knowing exactly how to get you to beg.

- He’s definitely into some temperature play. Weather it be running cold ice cubes against your perky nipples, making them harden more. Or lighting a candle, tilting it above your body and watching you squirm as the wax drips down, groaning as he sees the wax harden on any part of your body.

- IF YOU CONSENT BEFOREHAND: He loves to crawl into bed when he gets home and fuck you awake (though he’d always claim it was an accident he woke you up). Since he stopped sleeping with his informants, his stress has been piling up. And you always look so peaceful sleeping. He can’t resist his thoughts as he climbs in bed, pulling you close to him. It would start out as nothing more than innocently trying to sleep away the stress. But if you moved or let out any sort of noise, it’d be impossible for him to go to sleep.

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pedrostylez · 7 months

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How The Crow Flies Masterlist

Javier Peña x fem!reader x Frankie Morales crossover

An old saying; the most direct route of travel.

Working your way up from the bottom while in Florida seemed like a walk in the park compared to moving to Columbia to help the US catch the Cali Cartel. Your boss, Javier Peña, sets you on a mission he’s trying to keep under the radar to catch Gabriel Lorea to see who on his team is screwing him over, and maybe to get a little cash on the side for his troubles.

While you’re trying to infiltrate Lorea’s home in the jungle, fronting as a working girl for his security guards to gain more information, Frankie Morales hides in the trees with the rest of his group, desperate for the money hiding in the walls. He thinks he can use you to his advantage.

Overall Chapter Warnings and Disclaimers: 18+ only. I am not responsible for what you read on the internet. You have been warned! Locations and descriptions of places may be inaccurate in comparison to each story (Narcos and Triple Frontier). Timelines are obviously different between the two stories, so we are going to meet in the middle and say we are in the early 2000s. These are not necessarily canon characters in regard to how they act, how they treat people, and their current relationships. Frankie has no daughter or girlfriend/wife, mean!Frankie, mean!Javier, violence, dubcon, smut, anger, fighting, PTSD, and other mature themes.

Please support by commenting, sending me thoughts, and reblogging. I appreciate every single one of you!

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This story is complete-thank you for reading <3

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I'm not sure if this might get any interaction at all!! But pls the Javier girls send help and use your amazing powers to help me find a fanfic. I roughly remember it was about Javier being sent back to America, and he goes to live with his dad. But the reader lives with his dad because their families were close since e they were young, also the reader and Javier have like beef, because like when they were in high school or something they started to drift apart cause he got popular. But the reader still wanted to be friends with javi, also the reader has a crush on him (no duh he so 🤤🤤) so she ask to meet up with him to confess to him, but his friends were there and they made fun of the reader appearance (not sure specified but I think it was a reader being a little more on the chubbier side, cause I'm a chubby girlie 😞) and he laughs with them at her. And they kinda ignored each other, untill be comes back from Colombia. So they kinda live together, and his dad picks up on the awkwardness and like forces him to make up with her so they eventually made up and the spicy scene takes place 😍😍😍and the end! ¡!!!

Pls do help me find the fic, it's been haunting me since I read it 😔😔🫶

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Renegada♱

Taglist: @707otto @juxt4p0siti0n @arcticversed (If you want to be added in this fic, just tell me in reply )

Pairings: Amado Carrillo Fuentes x f!reader(Latina Reader) x Walt Breslin [From Narcos: Mexico TV Series]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Synopsis : Everything that was happening on Aruba Island wasn't right at all. You know damn well when Amado kissed you. And when you heard the sound of the gunshots behind you

AN : I was almost giving up on updating this fic until I found new comments. Thank you to those who still enjoy my work. I will try to update as long as there are people waiting to read.

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[5]ᅳ 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐢́𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐨 ✟

"Amado Carrillo Fuentes is more like a businessman than a drug lord. His background is clean compared to others in the same industry. This man is cautious and stays under the radar all the time. We need to know everything about him. Every detail matters.

That's a summary given by Bill Carter in the last meeting before you leave Mexico tonight.

And when the time comes, you have to leave everything about yourself behind. From now on, you'll have to breathe under the name of Camilla, a musician from Cuba. And it will be like this until you can safely return to Mexico again, if there are no mistakes during that time.

Amado's fascination with airplanes is more than what you imagined. You realize this when you're brought to his private airport. Lined up are all types and sizes of planes, totaling no less than a hundred. Every plane here belongs to Amado. Also, it's the same plane used to secretly smuggle tons of cocaine into America every year.

El Señor de los Cielos is the nickname drug dealers use to refer to Amado, the most powerful man both on land and in the sky. The man on top of the food chain

And this same man is waiting for you in front of a private jet. It's not difficult to notice him, with his flowing hair and the same old black shirt you first met him in, now covered with a bomber jacket. A satisfied smile passes through his sunglasses when you step out of the car. You briefly catch Amado's eye before flashing a smile back at him.

Starting the drama with a beautiful face and a survival instinct, just follow a few simple rules: just hold hands, just smile, and just turn a blind eye and pretend to fuck him a few times. Just run away before getting caught.

Throughout the time you step straight into him, you never know what you're really getting into.

Life can change suddenly and easily. One day you're still a CIA officer, and the next you become the partner of a criminal. And what will happen next? How many bombs will explode in front of you? How many people will die in your life? And when will death finally become yours?

You can't find answers to these questions.

Lately, you've often imagined the end of yourself, from the moment you closed your eyes to the moment you woke up—every pain you've ever experienced in the past, which still remains and continues to haunt you. It will never disappear until the end comes for you, just like it did for others before.

The end must come one day. And for the law enforcer who fights against the dark power all the time, there's no way this story will end well. Either with you or with Amado.

You know. You're prepared, unwaveringly. But it still turns out worse than expected.

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Aruba Island, Kingdom of the Netherlands

1600 (Military Time) *Three Hours Before the Incident*

Although it's approaching evening, the sunlight on Aruba Island is still bright and clear, no different from the afternoon. The scene in the travel magazine doesn't seem exaggerated at all when seen with your own eyes. The clean white sandy beaches, lush green coconut trees, and crystal-clear blue sea reflect the shimmering sun. It's breathtakingly beautiful here, and the atmosphere is just right—neither too quiet nor too bustling like the seas in Miami or Thailand.

This place is suitable for tourism, you think, and also suitable for opening a cocaine market for these tourists.

But Amado's purpose for coming to Aruba Island remains unclear, something you must urgently investigate while there's still a chance.

For you, every second is crucial and calculated, tension infiltrating every action.

But for Amado, it's the opposite. He seems completely at ease. You can tell from the relaxed smile on his face all the time.

You glance at Amado thoughtfully, not hiding your slight surprise as you see him change into a blue Hawaiian shirt, yellow shorts, and slip on sunglasses with a smile. He blends seamlessly with the other tourists. For you, this is quite a surprising and unexpected look compared to his usual all-black attire.

"What wrong, Mija?[1] You're staring at me too much, I'm starting to blush," he said, raising his eyebrows with a playful smile after handing you the Esquites[2] he bought from the nearby store. "Or am I so handsome that I'm stunning you?"

You chuckled and took the Esquites from his hand, then pretended to glance at him with a half-serious look. "It's not that much," you shrugged. "Just... average."

"Average? No, Mija. You should say, You look so handsome, Amado!"

You burst into laughter again, genuinely amused by this man's incredible sense of humor.

The dark stories you've heard about the drug wars in Mexico seem like distant memories here. There's no violence, no gunfire or explosions, and no cocaine.

And your date, who was enjoying Esquites by the seaside with you at this moment, was hardly anything like a world-class drug dealer.

But beneath the seemingly ordinary and charming nature of Amado Carrillo Fuentes, you know what he's capable of and how dangerous he is.

Honey trapping [3] is another important method to access intelligence for secret agents worldwide. It's not your expertise compared to other spies, but you're confident that you can do it just as well. You intentionally charm him without going too far, being both a good speaker and listener, creating an atmosphere that's relaxed and friendly. Every conversation you have leads him to tell you what you want to know.

However, Amado's responses barely provide any significant information for the mission. It seems more like casual chit-chat. If it weren't for the fact that he is exceptionally clever and cautious, it would mean that he must be a very inane person.

Of course, you're damn sure he's not stupid. Amado is a true master of deception. What you can do is make him like you enough to let his guard down a bit, and that's the ultimate challenge of this mission.

There's still plenty of time. You think. And maybe...that was the first mistake that led to bad things in ways you never expected.

"I want you to answer truthfully, Mija."

That sounds like just another normal question from Amado, but not for you. You blinked slightly as you caught a hint of seriousness in his tone. Yet, you still pretended to smile as if everything were normal. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I do, right?"

For a moment, you hesitated. But you managed to maintain your composure, even though your heart was pounding with excitement and anxiety.

You couldn't predict why he asked you this question. You weren't sure if it was just one of Amado's tests, or worse, if he was starting to suspect you. But regardless, your answer would undoubtedly affect the entire mission, one way or another.

Because Amado was clear about wanting the truth. Ultimately, you chose to take the risk and answer as he desired. You softly reply, "i think I can figured as much."

"And aren't you afraid of me? Even when you know what I do?"

It could be either a threat or a challenge from the drug lord. You could feel Amado's piercing gaze, scrutinizing. However, this time, you handled it better than before. You turned to face him, inching closer without a hint of fear, even if just a little.

"Should I be afraid then?"

"Of course, you should be terrified, Mija," Amado's arms wrapped around your waist slowly, pulling your body closer until there was no space between you. The mingling sensation of his breath tickling your face, combined with the scent of cologne and cigarettes, made your heart race in a way different from before, clear and distinct.

It was too close—much closer than you thought. A slight flutter of nervousness crossed your mind, but you couldn't retreat, especially when you were under his tight arms.

Amado was too smart. He deliberately blocked off every escape route for you.

"My life has encountered many terrifying things,There's nothing left in this world that can make me scared anymore."

That was another truth you decided to reveal to him.

Certainly, you were afraid of the mission failing. But that didn't mean you were afraid of Amado. Years of CIA work exposed you to countless horrors. You had killed many and lost many. So, what reason did you have to fear someone like him?

It wasn't just Amado who tried to test or challenge you. You chose to do the same. It was a slight defiance and a steady gaze that showed your refusal to submit. That was enough to create even more surprise for the man known as the biggest in the drug trade, a man whom everyone else bowed to out of fear.

The sun had disappeared from the sky, gradually dimming Amado's face with shadows. However, his eyes still sparkled, no different from the streetlights. You tried hard to read his thoughts from his expression, but it was too difficult. You didn't know what he was thinking or what he would do next.

But his decision in the end surprised you.

His lips pressed against yours, catching you off guard. It was a brief kiss, yet long enough to make you feel and remember every detail. the stubble of his beard, the bitter taste of cigarettes lingering on his tongue, the warm and humid heat in his mouth, intense with desire until your body trembled.

It felt as though your lips were being burned by an invisible flame, and the fire still smoldered deep within even after he pulled away. His hand lingered on your cheek, trailing slowly down to your chin, before using his thumb to touch your lower lip. Amado's eyes never left yours, and beneath those intense gazes, there was something dangerous and alluring hidden within.

"Will you dance with me?"

Even though you knew how dangerous he was, Amado was undeniably romantic. That was something you had to admit.

Nothing could be more romantic than dancing on the beach at night. And Amado knew it well. The moonlight shining brightly in the sky, the breeze blowing through your hair and skin, and the sweet melody of Latin music floating in the air. His large hand rested on the small of your back, and his arm wrapped comfortably around your waist, gently guiding your body to sway to the rhythm.

This time, there were no tests or challenge like before. "Just dancing with me" Amado said before pulling you back into his embrace.

The dance proceeded quietly and calmly. The word 'calm' felt strangely out of place for a CIA like you. It was like a phrase that didn't exist in your life, But what was happening now might be the closest thing you could think of—a feeling of relaxation and comfort as you laid your head on his chest, and his thumb to massage your back.

This wasn't right at all.

Standing in a country where you hardly knew, in a street where you had forgotten the name, you felt safe next to a man you knew was dangerous. It wasn't something you should feel at a time like this with someone like him. You should say something, focus on the mission as you should, but at the same time, you didn't want to ruin what was happening. And Amado probably felt the same. He was silent, saying nothing, Everything between you and him was so quiet that you could hear the music, the laughter of other dancing couples nearby, the sound of the waves, and the sound of his breath blowing on your neck.

...Before the sound of the gunshots rang out.

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[1] Mija in Spanish means "daughter." However, in a slang context, it can mean "dear” or “honey"

[2]Esquites Another name for it is "elote en vaso" or "elote" (specifically in America). It's a well-known Mexican street food made with grilled corn, mayonnaise, spices, and cheese.

[3] Honey trapping is a method of investigation or espionage that has been used since World War II. It involves deception through the use of romantic or sexual relationships with a target individual who possesses important information or resources.

#narcos: mexico #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos mexico netflix #narcos x reader #amado carrillo fuentes x reader #amado carrillo fuentes x you #narcos fic #narcos mexico fanfic #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos: mexico tv series #walt breslin #walt breslin x you #walt breslin x reader #jose maria yazpik #scoot mcnairy #Renegada♱

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pvnkesttt · 2 months

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poly!katipō au: joel/spidey!thena/javier headcanons. (pt1)

summary: some hcs regarding the poly relationship between joel, spidey!athena and javier. hope y'all enjoy!

pairing: joel miller/spidey!athena kallis/javier peña . (OC)

warnings: minors dni. poly relationships/healthy poly dynamic. mfm relationships. age gap. fluff. praise kinks. other kinks mentioned. allusions/mentions to sex, kinda smutty. if any of these things isn't your cup of tea, that's fine!

notes: got a kick of this pair and thought why not make a side au for this AU within the katipō-verse! so, here we are, some hcs for this poly pair and....yeah! hope y'all enjoy. :))

part 2 here.

tlou-verse: a masterlist.

first things first, the age gap with these three! athena is a couple years out of college while balancing life as a wildlife biologist and The Katipō which makes her around 25/26. Joel is around his late 40s, early 50s, I'd say 47/48 and Javier is 37!

In this AU, Joel and Athena have an already established relationship, Joel knows that Athena is The Katipō and the two live with one another, all in love and happy!

pre poly-relationship, Javier is downstairs apartment neighbors with Joel and Athena AND also works as a police detective.

once the relationships starts setting in, however, he finds himself moving in with the both of them.

The first time both Joel and Athena meet Javier is on their way back from dinner, the two have heard of the detective himself and his reputation but never properly met him before.

Athena is the first to speak up when meeting him, her voice being familiar to Javier which, it is! Because she had saved him from an attack before....as The Katipō but, he didn't know it at the time.

Joel is a bit of a grump during the whole meeting, making sure to keep Athena close against him, Javier notices and keeps his distance the whole time.

The meeting is what really kicks off the future of these three.

When the relationship first begins, though, all three make sure to ease into things slowly, they don't want to rush anything or do something that'd make the other feel uncomfortable.

The relationship is especially new for Javier, not only because he's entering the life of an already established relationship but he's also never been in a steady relationship such as the one he has now. He's always slept around and never really felt worthy of love before but, this relationship changed that.

In the relationship, it's Joel who's the most dominant in the relationship when it comes to Athena. Even before Javier entered the picture, Joel was quite dominant already although, he's a gentle dom too.

As for Javier? He's a bit of a playful dom with Athena though, he doesn't mind being a switch either.

Athena starts off as a bottom in the relationship but, overtime, gains the confidence to become a switch. The guys help with that confidence but are patient with Athena, they want to make sure she's comfortable enough.

PDA wise, it's a bit complicated in the beginning because Joel never minded showing affection with Athena in general but also likes to make most of the intimacy private. It's a different story with Javier because he really doesn't mind the PDA one bit. as time goes on, though, Joel starts feeling more comfortable about the PDA and realizes that it doesn't matter what people think, he's just happy to have Athena in his life.

Both Javier and Joel always manage to see eye to eye when it comes to Athena, their love for her is equal and respect one another when it comes to that. They're both protective and worship her immensely, always wanting to keep Athena safe even if she handle her own as a hero of Seattle. They make her feel safe and that proves just how utterly devoted and in love they are with her, how healthy it makes their relationship with her.

There are different forms of kisses that Joel and Javier love to give Athena. For Joel, he mostly loves giving her the forehead kisses, always cradles her head when doing so, lovessss giving her good morning kisses as well. Javier gives Athena lots of cheek kisses, sometimes belly kisses too. Both give her hand kisses a lot and she gives them back.

During sex, they give her plenty of kisses all over her body, showing how much they worship her.

Because Athena had saved Javier as "The Katipō" once before, both she, him and Joel jokingly talk about how he was her "Damsel in Distress" in that moment whenever it's brought up in conversation.

Speaking of, while it did interfere with a few things such as his job and how it affected his relationship with Athena, he winded up being okay with the fact Athena was out saving the world. All he wants is for her to be safe.

end notes: okay! so this turned out longer than I expected and had to be split into two parts so, you can find part two here! hope you enjoyed the first part. :))

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euporiadollx · 2 months

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Some graphics from my Griselda book “Querencia” on Wattpad <3

#narcos #dario sepulveda #griselda blanco #griselda #narcos mexico #alberto guerra #barbara mori #fanfic #griselda netflix #wattpad

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garbinge · 11 months

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Superman Chapter Index

Summary: 5 times Character A (Javi) helped Character B (Reader), and one time Character B (Reader) helped character A (Javi).

6 part series! Updates coming!

Part 1: Javi helps you cope with your parents fighting. Part 2: Javi helps you at a college party. Part 3: Javi helps you get a job Part 4: Javi helps you at a work event. Part 5 Part 6

#javier peña #Javier Pena #javi peña #javier pena fanfic #narcos #narcos netflix #narcos fanfiction #narcos fanfic #Narcos Netflix Fanfic

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ariisheresstuff · 11 months

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I’m Never Leaving You

Pairings: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Summary: You just have given birth to your first newborn, a baby girl. It’s been a dream to start a family with Javi. But after a couple of weeks after having your daughter, Javi has been on the go with his missions and cases. You’re scared that he’s never gonna come back from a mission and leave you alone with your daughter.

Genre: Comfort, slight angst

Warnings: Mentions of death, crying, nothing that needs a trigger warning idk (NOT PROOFREAD I’m lazy💀)

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A/N: My requests are open, have a good day! <3

You groaned as you heard the sound of your two week old daughter screaming her lungs out at three in the morning. You slowly sat up as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Clearly fighting the urge of sleep. You felt a hand rub your wrist, you looked down to see your husband awake. “I got her hermosa. Go back to sleep.” “You sure?” “Yes cariño, you need sleep.” You laid back down as your eyes drooped. Javi sat up and placed a kiss on your temple. He got out of bed before yawning and stretching. He walked out of the room to enter the room across. He walked into his daughter’s nursery as she continued to wail. He leaned over the crib to see his daughter squirming the best she can only at two weeks. Javi slowly and carefully picked up the small child and placed her on his bare chest. His hands supporting her head as she leaned into her father’s neck still crying. “¿Que paso, mi princesa?” What’s happened, my princess? He placed a kiss on her head that was growing tons of dark hair. He gently shushed the crying infant as she squirmed in his hold. Javi started to hiccup as her cries died down. “You’re okay mi amor, daddy’s right here.” He whispered as she walked around her nursery to get her calm down. She started to make little noises as her crying settled. He rubbed her onesie covered back as she started to fall back asleep. Javi softly hummed a tune for a few minutes before he decided that she was asleep. He walked back over to her crib and softly placed her in the crib. He smiled as he admired his sweet baby girl peacefully sleeping. He rubbed a finger over her rosy cheek “Buenas noches, mi amor.” Good night, my love. He turned away as he walked out of the nursery and walked back into your shared bedroom. He laid back on his side as he pulled you into his chest. “Just needed her daddy’s attention.” Javi joked as he ran his fingers through your hair “The daddy’s girl she is.” You mumbled with your eyes still closed, Javi chuckled. “Damn right she is.” You scoffed as you lightly punched him in the shoulder making him laugh “Don’t start Javi.” “I’m just fucking with you Cariño.” He kissed your forehead before the both of you dozed back off to sleep.

You groaned lightly to the brightness that entered through the bedroom, you stretched your arm out to find your husband but only found an empty side. You frowned. At work again? He hasn’t been taking a break from work until after you had your daughter. You wished he would just think about himself. You sighed before getting up and checking on your daughter. You entered her nursery to hear her making the usual noises baby makes. You smiled seeing her awake, her brown eyes staring at you. “Good morning mi amor. You sleep well?” You cooed at her before picking her up as she squealed lightly. You frowned at the fact that Javi isn’t here to enjoy a day with his daughter and you. You know his job is strict but you just wish he could have some time with his family.

Javi sighed as he rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Ever since this Escobar case has been starting, Javi and his team have been on the go catching this guy and his workers. “Well, don’t you look like shit.” Javi looked up to see his partner Steve with a smirk as he sat by his desk. “Try being away from your daughter who was just born asshole.” Steve just shrugged, “Sorry man, must suck.” Javi just sighed as he took a drag from his cigarette. “Anything today?” “Apparently one of Escobar’s workers are in the town paying off some dealer.” “So I’m assuming we gotta go and catch this son of a bitch.” “Point for Peña.” Steve smirked “Jesus fuck.” Javi sighed as he stood up grabbing his gun, getting ready for another mission. “Are you coming or not Murphy?” Steve gave Javi a teasing smirk before grabbing his gun and standing up “Now that’s the spirit Javi.” “Can I just shoot you?” Javi snarled, not in no mood for Steve’s teasing remarks. “Might start some shit, if you wanna risk it go for it.” Javi just rolled his eyes as he and Steve exited the office and getting into their truck.

You quietly shushed your daughter who was fussing lightly in her sleep, it was almost 3 in the morning. You hated when Javi was gone for the whole night, you feared the worst. “Daddy’s coming home soon mi amor.” You told your daughter who was falling in and out of sleep due to her father not being here. Javi always put his daughter to sleep, but it wasn’t the same when he wasn’t here. Javi did call you earlier to let you know that he has a mission today, it didn’t sound too serious but you didn’t think it would take the whole night. You sighed as you rubbed your daughters back as you sat down on the couch. That’s when you heard the front door unlocking, you heard Javi groaned tiredly as he opened the door. You sighed in relief as you stood up, “Hey.” Javi jumped lightly hearing your voice, expecting you to be asleep. “Jesus baby, almost gave me a heart attack.” He joked as you apologized, “What are you still doing up?” He whispered Not wanting to frighten his daughter who he assumed was sleeping. “Little miss couldn’t sleep without her daddy.” You said as you both looked down to look at your daughter who had her eyes opened. She cooed seeing her father as he raised her little arms towards him. Javi smiled, happily taking his daughter from your arms. “Mi amor, daddy missed you. You missed me? Hmm? My precious little bean.” Javi bounded the infant as he pecked her chubby cheeks, Javi closed his eyes as he relaxed. Finally home with his wife and daughter. You smiled lightly enjoying the sight of the man you love with your daughter, enjoying their moment. Your daughter instantly fell asleep in her fathers arms. “I’ll put her to bed.” Javi whispered to you before pecking your temple, you watched him go as you walked into your bedroom you shared with Javi.

As you got ready for bed you couldn’t help but feel this wave of sadness hit you. You didn’t even hear Javi walk in the room, too busy from your thoughts. “Baby?” You jumped at his voice “Sorry.” “You okay?” Javi asked you with a softer voice l, he walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug. “It’s nothing, I was just thinking.” “Thinking of what mi amor?” You sighed feeling your eyes burn from the tears approaching. Javi started to rub your back, that’s when it broke you. You started to sob into his chest. It made Javi jump, he wasn’t expecting you to cry. He quickly shushed you as he continued to rub your back and place kisses on your hairline. “Hey, it’s okay hermosa.” “I-I’m sorry, it-it’s I-just- “It’s what baby? Please tell me.” Javi cupped your face making you look at him, he wiped your tear away with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. It broke him seeing you so upset. You stared into his chocolate eyes as you hiccuped. He slowly leaned down to kiss your lips, helping you calm down. “What is bothering my lovely wife?” You sighed as you started. “I-it’s- I’m scared.” “Scared of what my love?” You looked down as you sniffled, “I’m scared you’re not gonna come home one day.” Your voice cracked as you said that, Javi immediately knew what you were talking about. “Baby…” “I’m scared that one day you’re gonna be dead and I’m not gonna know a-and about our daughter- “Hey. Stop talking like that. I’m serious.” Javi cut you off as he looked at you, “I know I’ve been busy with this case, and I know this is the most dangerous case I’ve been on. Hell, I’m risking my life to protect this country and I’m protecting you and our daughter. I’m scared too baby, and I know you are too. I’m sorry you’re between this and I wish you weren’t.” “I just wanna go home.” “I know baby, I do too. But I promise, once this case is done. We’ll go home where it’s safe, and we’ll start our family. Okay?” You nodded as Javi kissed your forehead before pulling you in for a hug, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he rubbed your back. “I love you, you know that?” You nodded “Words can’t describe the love I have for you Y/N.” You smiled in the hug at how caring your husband was. “I love you tons too Javi. Always have and always will.” You said as you looked up at your lover, you smiled at him making him smile back. You both leaned in for a kiss, a slow loving one. You both pulled away slowly for air, “Let’s get ready for bed hmm? I took the day off tomorrow.” You smiled at that making Javi chuckle, he took your hand as he led you to the bed. “Get comfy, I’ll be in bed in a few.” You nodded, “Hey.” “What?” You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt as you slammed your lips on his. It surprised Javi a bit before he relaxed, enjoying the kiss. You smirked as you pulled away from him, “Should’ve known.” He teased making you laugh, you watched him as he entered the bathroom. “I love you Javi.” He turned to face you, giving you a smile “And I love you more cariño.” You both smiled at each other before letting him go get ready to join you. You smiled as you laid down on the comfy bed. You sighed feeling loved and happy knowing that Javi would always be there with you.

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✰ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀

↳ summary: a bad day at work drives you to drink. When a stranger offers to be your drinking partner for the night, you realise that he’s the solution to your problems.

↳ pairing: javier peña x f!reader

↳ [6.7k words] content: 18+ MDNI. Alcohol, diabolical attempts at flirting. Fingering, oral ( m & f receiving ), p in v sex, twist at the end! This is a @beskarbabs remaster — original post date 2021.

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Cigarette smoke and aged whiskey assault your nostrils, the acrid scents singeing the inside of your nose the moment you walk through the doorway and step into the bar. Your aching muscles buzz at the microdose of nicotine, driving you forward despite the exhaustion that desperately tries to pull your throbbing body back to your apartment and the comfort of your bed.

Peering inside, you find the older patrons at the counter smoking cigars while engaged in small talk that you can’t discern from this far away. The smouldering ends pinched between their fingers add to the already significant, smoky haze that blurs the ceiling above your head. Neon lights douse the foggy air with a crimson overlay, and classic Spanish guitar music plays quietly from the radio in the corner of the room. Public houses in the middle of Medellín were busy most nights, but this was a Monday evening, and most of the sticky tabletops were vacant. Desperate to unwind after the taxing work, you resign yourself to the smell of tobacco.

As you reach the bar, you pull your coin purse from your pocket and pinch the zipper between your thumb and forefinger. You can’t help glancing at it as though it may explode in your face. You’re almost out of money; the account is running on empty. Considering you are yet to make a significant breakthrough for your boss and the mission he levied on you, you couldn’t exactly act shocked. You only get money when you provide what he requests. Sure, it probably broke every trading law in the book, but that was the ‘contract’ you’d signed.

You settle onto a stool separate from the rest of the customers and mumble your request to the bartender for a shot of tequila. Sliding over the exact amount of pesos needed to cover the drink over the tacky countertop covered in alcoholic liquid and cigarette burns, you let out a shaky sigh. You couldn't be giving away any tips with how little money you had. In reality, you shouldn't have even walked through the door, but you were desperate to unwind, even just for a little while. It wasn’t ideal, but you could always turn off the television for a week to prevent the electricity bill from racking up more than you could afford – those telenovelas were shit anyway.

Tapping at the surface of the serving area with your nails, you wait impatiently on the drink. You can’t even recall the last time events at work drove you to drink; you usually excelled at meeting your boss's demands. Business had been turbulent recently, the constant violence that plagued the streets of Medellín causing significant strain in your line of work. You rub at your temples with the pads of your thumbs in exasperation as you feel the irritation begin to mount again, nipping uncomfortably at the edges of your mind in the form of a headache.

"You look like shit," the barman points out honestly, and the laugh you return is bitter. If anyone else had ‘blessed’ you with such a compliment, you’d be throwing the tequila into their eyes– but it was too fucking expensive to pass up, and you knew Jose well. He speaks the truth, ugly as it is. You'd been coming to this bar since you moved to Medellín, and you’d never entered the doors as anguished as you are now. He passes over the shot of tequila, and you thank him tacitly with a nod.

"I do," you admit with a sigh of indignation, continuing to tap your nail on the cool, smooth side of the shot glass.

"Lover? Family? Work?" Jose probes, watching you as he polishes a pint glass with a microfibre cloth. You shrug awkwardly, considering just how much you could safely indulge him.

"Work, but it's not that important," you dismiss with a wave of your hand, and he thankfully takes the hint, nodding and walking to serve the older men at the end of the bar attempting to wave him over.

You pick up your shot glass and knock it back with a wince, mildly enjoying the burn in the back of your throat. It adds to the warmth on your skin, the humid summer air having already dampened your brow with sweat. Leaning into the comfort of it, you take a moment to appreciate the taste and the immediate ease of the work pressure that had been silently crushing you.

Tracing the rim of the empty shot glass with your fingertip as you wait for Jose to finish serving the elderly gentlemen, you consider ordering a refill. You don’t plan on getting drunk, but you hope to relax a little. Recently, you’d spent so many evenings staring up at the ceiling while silently bargaining with the plasterboard to let you sleep. The dark circles taking root under your eyes are mildly concerning. Eventually, you decide on just enough to drink to get you tipsy enough to fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow in your apartment.

"Need another, Hermosa?" A gravelly voice speaks up over your shoulder. Twisting in the stool, you take a glimpse back at the person who spoke—a handsome man dressed in a red button-down shirt and tight-fitted denim jeans that look as though they went out of fashion a decade ago and yet look delicious strapped across his thighs. He has yellow-tinted aviators tucked into the collar of his button-down, which you observe is unbuttoned far enough that it exposes more of his bronze-tanned skin and flashes his collarbone.

"I do, actually," you hum with a smile, taking him in. He’s easy on the eyes, and you aren't exactly about to turn down a free drink, so you decided to play along with his game. You playfully gaze into those wandering eyes through your lashes, and his sultry lips pull up into a smirk.

The handsome stranger clicks his fingers with self-assured arrogance, grabbing the attention of the barman, Jose, almost instantly. His American accent, laced with a southern twang, slips seamlessly into Spanish, ordering you another tequila shot and himself a glass of whiskey as he settles down on the stool beside you. All the while, his eyes remain rooted to you, taking in the curves and plains of your body. The hubris this man gives off is excessive, and yet it suits him well. It is clear to you he knew how attractive he was, and how to use it to his advantage.

"That's very kind of you, sir," you thank him politely, turning in your stool to face him. He arches his eyebrow a little at that, lips tugging his smile wider. The honorifics seemed to please him.

"Well, I couldn't help but notice you were all alone," he drags his eyes over the length of your body, clearly enjoying drinking in the view, "So I thought I'd join you. You were staring into oblivion looking as though you were waiting for Prince Charming to save you from a miserable day."

"Oh, are you saying you are my Prince Charming?" You quiz with an arched eyebrow, keeping up with his teasing. You rest your chin on the balls of your palm and balance your elbow on the countertop. A sparkle dances in the warmth of his irises, amused by your ability to match his flirtatious taunts.

"Why don't you wait and see?" He keeps his eyes on yours, and his voice drops to a thrilling, gruff tone that sparks excitement down your spine. He’s bold and brazen, and you find yourself already warming to this stranger’s charms. He turns back to the counter, breaking the spell momentarily as Jose approaches with your drinks.

While he speaks to the bartender and thanks him for his service, you mindlessly drop your gaze to his hand and spot something that piques your interest. When he pulls out his leather-bound wallet to pay, you note his identification cards, driver's licence, bank card and recognise the flash of a silver badge too. Etched into the shape of a shield, the badge very clearly states in bold, midnight blue writing that the dashing stranger beside you belonged to the DEA—a Drug Enforcement Officer. You sit back slightly on your stool, observing the man as he hands over a few pesos notes and pushes your drink over the counter to you.

"Cheers, Hermosa," he nods to you, taking up his whiskey and holding it aloft for you to tap your glass against. You waste no time picking up the shot and clinking glasses before knocking back your drink with a grimace. It burns your tongue and heats your stomach lining. He sips at his, swirling the amber liquid around the crystal glass slowly as he takes in the view of your body again.

You purse your lips, glancing around the room for a second to act indifferent, despite the fact you are now very much interested in this stranger. "So, what is the name of my Prince Charming?" You urge him to talk about himself. He smirks at your questioning, undeniably assuming this meant he’d hooked you in this ‘pick-up game’.

"Javier," he answers, sipping his whiskey again as you repeat it back to him with a hum. You trace the rim of your shot glass with your fingertip absentmindedly. The man before you had captured your attention enough for you to escape boredom for just a little while at least. It could get interesting from here on.

"Prince Javier works for the DEA too?" You ask with a knowing smirk. He pauses, glancing at the wallet in his palm. “I didn’t realise they hired royalty.”

"You're observant," Javier says cautiously, his voice suddenly guarded as he places his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans. You shrug, keeping the light and flirty atmosphere between you as Javier rests his forearm on the countertop, still holding his glass of whiskey.

"I have to be. Can't be too careful when a random man is buying me a drink," you point out, indicating you felt safe around him now you knew his occupation.

"But I'm not just a random man, Hermosa. I'm Prince Charming," He winks at you, but also finds himself grimacing at the clunky attempt at flirtatious raillery. It triggers a giggle through you, shaking your head as you twist the shot glass over the countertop with a grin.

"So you keep saying. Why don't you prove it by sticking around and having a few more drinks with me?" You ask in a coy tone while slowly inching forward and tracing shapes on the back of his palm with the tip of your index finger, the pad wet with remnants of your tequila shot that coated the rim of the glass. His eyes flit between your touch to the curve of your lips as a cheeky smile stretches across his mouth.

"Only if you let me buy you another drink," he raises his eyebrows.

"I like the sound of that, Javier."

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The hours fly by, and the hands on the clock on the wall complete two rotations by the time you notice. Javier had moved his stool closer to yours and ramped up the flirting the more he drank. You’d both bounced off each other, conversations about family and interests flowing smoother than the alcohol between you. It’s way past one o'clock in the morning, yet neither of you seemed to tire, invigorated by each other's presence.

You had told him about your funniest stories, and he, in turn, spun you a tale from when he was back in Texas as a teenager, leaving his high school sweetheart at the altar to fight the narcotics epidemic in Columbia— You hang onto his every word, clasping his palm in your own.

At this stage, the two of you had been through quite a few glasses of tequila and whiskey, and while Javier is clearly feeling the effects of his drinks, you maintain a constant tipsiness. You had been pacing yourself, not wanting to look a fool in front of such a handsome man.

Despite his intoxication, Javier was still charming and had been showering you with so many compliments that you had lost count. During the shared drinks and life stories, the two of you had settled on the nickname Princesa despite you giving him your name, given he insisted upon making himself out to be ‘Prince Charming’. It was cringe, but the two of you found the funny side in your drunken states.

"Mhm, Javi- I like your dress shirt," you muse, reaching over to smooth the collar. Your fingertips trace the tanned skin just beyond the fabric, noting the heat that rolls from him.

"You do?" He watches you closely, taking a drag from a cigarette he had lit a few minutes ago. He claimed it was because he was craving the nicotine, but you hadn’t failed to notice how his jeans looked a whole lot tighter.

It was subtle at first. You hadn't been able to stop yourself, moving your hand to his bicep as you laughed, with Javier returning your touches by stroking his hand up and down your thigh while you converse. It had been give and take, teasing touches and lingering gazes adding to the sexually charged atmosphere between you. The circles he thumbed across your knee had settled butterflies in the pit of your stomach, the hungry eye he’d aimed at you heating your cheeks.

"I do. It suits you," you trace your hand down the front of his shirt and across his sternum as you look up at Javier through your lashes. His pupils blow wide, swallowing the warm brown of his irises and watching you hungrily as you circle the buttons of his shirt with your fingertips. You knew that you were driving him crazy; he’d been giving you this look for hours— like he'd been ready to throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of there around an hour ago.

His hand drags up your thigh slowly, settling on the hip of your skirt as he pulls you to the edge of your stool. It tears a gasp of surprise when your noses bump. He makes no effort to remove himself from your personal space, and you can smell the whisky on his breath. It’s strong, the heavy, woody scent swimming in your mind as you sink your teeth into your lower lip.

He groans softly.

"Princesa, this bar is closing soon. Would you like to come back to my apartment?" He says it so casually, as though he isn't implying anything at all. Like he was just asking you back for another drink, his body, however, betrays the unceremonious offer. His eyes are hungry, and his hand squeezes at your hip, underlining the question and almost leaving you light-headed.

"I'd like that," you whisper, gazing back into his brown eyes, your own heavy-lidded with want. He smirks and gets so close, *so close* that you swear he’s going to kiss you until he’s patting at your hip before standing. He thanks the bartender, leaving you light-headed and giving a small wave before Javi practically drags you to the door. The red lighting in the bar bleeds into the street, the dark of the outside punctuated by the yellowish glow of the sparse street lamps.

"I assume you don't live very far away?" You ask quietly as he walks alongside you. He shakes his head and gives a small smile.

"No. I only live around the corner, actually."

Well, that was convenient.

You both walk in relative silence after that, taking in the quiet street and the sounds of the city in the background. Loud drunkards stumble out of the closing bars as the owners begin to throw them out, and there’s the distant sound of cars driving on the main roads.

Distracted by the ‘music’ of Medellin, you felt the back of Javier’s hands brush your knuckles gently, skimming the skin in a feather-light touch. It’s such an innocent connection, and yet the touch sparks heat in between your legs and lights up your spine. You don’t even need to look up at him to see if he feels the same way; the excitement crackles thickly in the slither of distance between your bodies.

You both walk into the apartment's hallway, walking to one of the doors on the first floor, directly opposite the entry door. Room number 3. It's a pleasant apartment complex, unremarkable, clean and quiet, with stairs leading to other floors.

Finally, Javier pulls his keys out of his jeans pocket, and he looks at you. Those fucking eyes drag over your body again, unashamed in how they drink you in and savour the view. You watch, anxious with anticipation and chewing on your lip, as he slips the key into the lock. The click echoes in the small hallway.

The nerves begin to kick in a little now, and you start shifting your weight from one foot onto the other as you wait impatiently. Javi looks at you with such an intense hunger that you feel the warmth pooling deep down in your abdomen. It feels as though he’s sparking your nerves set alight, blooming across your skin that was begging for his touch. You’re sure you’re sweating, a soft sheen clinging the fabric of your clothes to your body.

He takes his time as he steps towards you, and you try to steady your breath as he closes the space between the two of you with ease. Tingles of excitement tickle your skin as he takes you by the hip, his large palm swallowing your side and anchoring you against his chest gently. He backs you against the door, which he hasn't yet opened.

The hand on the curve of your pelvis is dangerously slow as it skims your body, trailing his fingertips from your hip across your waist and tracing the edge of your breast until it settles, cupping the side of your neck gently. Javier’s thumb brushes your throat delicately as he stares fixedly into your eyes.

"Javi," you whimper, breathing shallowly as you watch him touch you delicately.

"You're such a tease, Princesa. Kept touching me, kept giving me these looks like you wanted me to bend you over the counter right there in that bar," his voice is gruff, and you feel yourself throb at his filthy words. You’re beginning to think you wouldn't have complained if he had; grasping the edge of the countertop, wailing as he took you from behind in front of the patrons and claimed you for himsel-

Javier uses his gentle grip on your throat to pull you impossibly closer, so your nose brushes with his. Once again, you can smell the whiskey on his breath, but also the scent of what you assumed was his aftershave. It was citrusy and mixed with the smell of the cigarettes he had been smoking in the bar. You wanted so desperately to kiss at his neck and take in that scent deeper, drag the tip of your nose against his jugular and sink your teeth in.

"Is this okay?" He asks under his breath, wanting to be sure this is what you wanted. Before your mind even has the time to process the query through the haze of citrus fruit and cigarette smoke, you’re nodding your head with a soft whimper. Tilting your head up to chase his mouth, you gaze into his eyes in a desperate, silent plea. He takes in your expression for just a moment, relishing the evident arousal he draws from you and then smirks, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours in a soft brush of a kiss.

Javier controls the kiss, still clasping your throat gently as he keeps the kiss soft. His moustache brushes your skin slightly, and yet you don't mind it; you're too lost in his touch to care. His tongue slips into your mouth, tracing over your own and taking in your taste as he leans you back while fumbling for the door knob to open the door into the hallway. You're both stumbling in the darkness, with Javi blindly feeling against the wall to turn on the lights. You pull him closer by the collar of his red button-down, his aviator glasses clattering to the floor and skidding beneath some of the furniture. He groans, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth and guiding you towards the bedroom.

The kiss is rough now, all teeth and tongue as you move your fingers on one hand into his hair, the other gripping the open collar of his shirt. He nudges the door open with his shoulder with practised ease, not once breaking away from the kiss in the process. He edges you towards the bed, carefully helping you lay down when the backs of your knees hit the mattress. Javi climbs over you with a soft groan of praise at the sight of you beneath him, the sound making your body almost vibrate with need.

"You're such a minx. Could barely keep it together this long," he growls in your ear, spreading your thighs with his palms and slotting his hips between them. His lips trace against your neck, kissing gently over your throat.

"Fuck, Javi, "you breathe out, a crack of white-hot pleasure running down your spine as he wastes no time in sucking marks onto your neck that you are sure will be a violent purple tomorrow. Already your body craves him, arching against the mattress to chase more of his touch, to pull him impossibly closer.

Javier’s hand shifts further, slipping beneath your skirt and brushing his thumb across your soaked lace underwear. The pad presses against your swollen clit, and he chuckles as your body jolts in shock at the sudden stimulation. Javi anchors his free hand to your pelvis to push your hips down, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

"You're so wet, Hermosa. Your panties are soaked," he whispers as your hips grind into his palm, desperate for more friction. The burning need in your abdomen has you babbling, begging to be filled. You’re not even sure that you’re making any sense any more; the only words spilling from your lips are a pathetic mixture of ‘Javi’ and ‘please’ and curses all strung together.

"Do you want to get off on my fingers? Is that what you want?" He rasps, rubbing tight little circles through the fabric that makes you choke out a needy, sinful little whine. It’s like you can’t suck in enough air to your lungs, toes curling at the build-up of pleasure in your core. Fuck yes, that's what you wanted, but you found yourself utterly inept at trying to form words while he teased your clit like this, slowly and teasingly circling it with the pad of his calloused fingers. He's dragging out wails of bliss from your shuddering chest with each brush of the bundle of nerves.

"Please, Javi, plea-" you're cut off, eyes rolling back into your skull as your panties are pushed to the side, and his finger slowly slides into you. You feel every individual ridge of each knuckle as it stretches you, adding a bite of dull pain to the tingling pleasure burning through your cunt. Javier watches your expression as your mouth falls open, brows knitting together. Your hands reach up, gripping at his red button-down as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly.

It's like your brain short-circuits. He seems to know every part of your body that makes you feel good, not once missing those pleasure points that make your toes curl with each gentle thrust of his fingers. Your hips are again rising off the bed, legs spreading wider, desperate to take him deeper. Javi waits until you're clenching around his digits before he pulls them out despite your pine of protest. He's teasing you, repeatedly giving you hardly any time to enjoy the full feeling and then pulling his fingers out again, leaving you begging for more.

"Javi!" You beg, breaking off into a sob. You need his touch so badly, the pulsing ache between your legs almost painful. He ignores your pleas, hooking his fingers unto the waistband of your underwear and sliding them down your thighs achingly slowly. He tosses them somewhere on the other side of the room and hikes your skirt up to your hips, too impatient to battle with the zip to rid you of it entirely. Subconsciously, you lean into his kisses, fingers making quick work of his button-down and sliding it slowly off of his shoulders and down his arms to reveal his carved biceps and a white undershirt. He pulls back and yanks this over his head, discarding it in the same general direction he had thrown your lace. Even in the dimly lit bedroom, you can still make out the delicious expanse of tanned skin on his chest and toned stomach. Before you have the chance to taste it, craving to leave kisses across his sternum, his head is trailing down your body. He's mouthing at your thighs, gripping your hips to hold them in place as you sit up on your forearms to watch him.

"Or do you want to get off on my tongue?" He murmurs, the lewd sound that escapes your throat in answer louder than you expect it to be. Javier clutches your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders and causing your breath to hitch in your throat with anticipation.

Then his nose brushes over your clit, followed by the warmth of his tongue dragging a stripe over the length of your cunt and eliciting a soft moan from you. Despite your best efforts to restrain yourself, your fingers found themselves in his dark curls, pulling slightly to ground yourself as the tip of his tongue swiped over your clit. He moans at your taste, causing a familiar, buzzing sensation that has you clenching around nothing. Fuck, he felt heavenly, tongue moving lazily against your clit as he built that electrifying arousal.

"Don't stop," you beg him, gripping tighter at his hair and pushing his face deeper, almost terrified he’ll stop. Javi doesn't miss a beat, instantly fulfilling your wordless desire for more by slipping his fingers back inside of you and sucking on your clit. He's brutal, not giving you a moment's rest as he continues stimulating your throbbing bundle of nerves while moving his fingers in and out of you. It's so good, a coil of bliss working its way at the base of your spine and causing you to lose any form of inhibition. You use his hair to anchor him as you shift your hips, attempting to ride his face for more friction to satiate the growing wave of ecstasy between your thighs.

His teeth graze at your clit, and suddenly your mind is wavering as it goes blank.

"Shit-"you gasp out, feeling your climax build tightly between your legs as you desperately pull at his hair.

"Fuck, please, pl-please-"you gasp out, a sound of elation caught in your throat as his fingertips brush a spot inside of you, which drives your hips from the mattress entirely. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you tip headfirst into your blinding orgasm. You’re enraptured, caught in the most intense sensation of bliss as your ears ring, cumming against Javier's mouth. He continues to tongue your clit, your legs trembling, and your back lifts off the bed as you keen, tears streaming down your face. Javi keeps at it until you're sobbing, grasping at his hair and forcing him back. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, his moustache slick and glistening with your cum.

"You taste so fucking good, Princesa," he purrs, watching you as you float back down from your high and into your spasm-wracked body. He takes your face in his palm and moves back up towards your face, kissing you gently while settling onto the mattress beside you. You can taste yourself, musky and heady, yet it's so good with the hint of woodsy whiskey still lingering on his tongue.

You wind your arms around his neck, pulling Javier closer while he fumbles his belt. You know he must be struggling in those painfully tight jeans, his cock straining against the denim, so you trace your fingertips against the zipper. Pulling it down ever so slowly, you watch as Javi pulls the belt from the loops.

As you slide your hands down into his pants, you feel for the waistline of his boxers to dip your fingers underneath. The further you move down, however, you're shocked to find he's not wearing any at all. You pause, minding the arousal that floods back between your thighs at his brazen choice. When you look at Javi, he's smirking at your expression, the cheeky bastard.

"Are you really not wearing any boxers?" You whisper, staring at him in shock.

"Easier access," he muses, enjoying your surprise. Heat prickles the skin of your cheeks, and you focus on tugging his jeans past his hips. Javier helps you pull them off entirely as you concentrate on the throbbing urgency of his cock. The head of his dick is flushed red, needy after almost three hours of incessant teasing. Tentatively, you take his length into your palm to stroke him, and Javier lets out a soft groan as he lays his head back against the pillows. His breath is shaky, hand gripping at your hips again as you pump his cock slowly.

"Fuck," he breathes out, eyes rolling back into their sockets as you run your tongue over the head of his dick, tasting the salty precum leaking from the tip. You keep your mouth busy, taking him deeper as you use one hand to unzip your bunched-up skirt and wiggle out of it, kicking it off the mattress somewhere onto the floor over the side of the bed. His fingers slowly card through your hair, but do not apply any pressure.

You whimper softly, hollowing your cheeks as you take the rest of him into your hand and begin to jerk him off slowly. Javier tilts his head back further into the soft down of his pillows, hips twitching slightly as he attempts not to thrust down your throat. The moans that creep up your throat send vibrations from base to tip, and Javier releases soft gasps of shock as your tongue traces the veins on the underside of his thick cock.

"Dios mío, Princesa," he growls, lifting your head off of him and flipping you suddenly onto your back. You yelp in surprise, Javier quickly grasping the base of his twitching length to stave off any impending orgasm.

"If you keep doing that, I'll cum," he rasps, lips tracing the shell of your ear as you wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling your thighs around his waist, Javi reaches for one of the drawers on his nightstand. You pat him quickly on the chest, stopping him.

"It's okay," you whisper, and he looks down at you in surprise.

“Princes-“

"I'm on contraception.” You swear that even in the dark, you see his pupils dilate as he stares at you. Avidly, he lines himself up with your folds, holding your face in his palm and smoothing your cheekbone with his thumb. Brushing the head of his cock up against your clit, Javier groans as he watches you jolt slightly, still hyper-sensitive from that mind-shattering orgasm. You slowly trace your fingers down the shaved skin of his chest, eyes pleading with him to fill you.

Javi begins to sink his hips heavily, cock pushing at your entrance and stretching your walls deliciously. You whine, head cocking back into the pillows and exposing your throat for him to kiss while you adjust to the sting between your legs. Javier holds your hips in his hands, rubbing circles into your skin soothingly as you grow accustomed to the intrusion. By the time he's sheathed fully inside you, you're convinced he's split you open, begging for him to start moving.

And then he does, slamming his cock into you and setting a cruel pace. He feels so fucking good, the pleasure so intense and the slam of his hips so heavy that you can feel your walls fluttering around his cock already. He's stoking the fire twisting between your thighs and making you feel so full that your eyes are out of focus, tears welling up in them.

Javier pulls back from your throat, looking over your body with a ragged groan as he uses his grip on your sides to pull you back onto his cock harder. The overwhelming waves of bliss grow maddening as his tight hold on your waist leaves a dull, painful sensation, and you're almost sure you'll have bruises the shape of his fingerprints in the morning, complete with swirls and arches. You can feel Javi pulse inside you and grinds his hips, attempting to find that earth-shattering spot inside of you again.

"Fuck, you look so good like this; keep your eyes on me," he demands, wanting to see the build-up of pleasure in your eyes. You roll your hips, whimpering at the way he commands you. Soon, with your combined efforts, the head of his cock is knocking up against your cervix, and the pressure has you wheezing out his name with a sharp intake of air. Javi takes this moment to brush his thumb over your clit, growling when he sees your eyes roll back into your skull at the sudden fervour you feel that's bringing you closer and closer to climax.

Then he brushes against something inside of you that makes your nerves light up, and you're sobbing desperately, eyes squeezing shut and trying so hard to chase that high. Javier pulls his calloused hands over your stomach, pressing down on the pliant skin there to feel himself move in and out of you at a rapid pace. Your pleasure is threatening to spill over, sparking at the base of your spine, and suddenly it's too much to hold back.

"Javi-"you beg, voice catching in your throat.

"Come on, Hermosa. Come on, give it to me," he purrs, brushing his thumb against your clit one more time and suddenly— oh, suddenly, you're there. Time seems to slow down for a moment, suspended in the air until it crashes down on you. It’s so intense, so overwhelming that you have tears streaming down your cheeks, cumming with a keen of his name. Your cunt is pulsing and tightening around Javi's cock, and he's growling out a moan as he goes rigid inside of you, pumping you full of his cum. He's shuddering, and his fingers dig tightly into your waist.

For a moment, the two of you stay still, Javi leaning over you and peppering your chin with soft, open-mouthed kisses. As the afterglow kicks in, you're giggling, covering your face with your palms as the delirium kicks in. You hear Javi chuckle to himself, pressing his lips to your hairline and wiping away the sheen of sweat at your temple.

As you come down from your high, you relax into the covers of the bed, entirely spent. Exhaustion is ebbing at your mind, your breath still heavy as Javi pulls out of you with a haggard groan and holds you close to him. You both don't say anything to each other at first, too blissed out to form a sentence.

Javi kisses your forehead over and over, brushing his hand along your bruised side in an attempt to ease the painful ache his fingers left behind. You find yourself leaning into his touch, allowing yourself to revel in the post-orgasm bliss.

"Do you need some water?" He asks you softly, stroking your hair back, to which you shake your head no but thank him quietly for his consideration. He nods and gently pulls the thin cotton covers over your body as he settles in beside you. You both lay in each other’s silent company, Javi's thumb tracing lazy patterns on the skin of your abdomen as his eyes slip closed, alcohol and blissful exhaustion causing him to fall into sleep relatively quickly.

The room is quiet, Javi's breathing the only sound you can make out. You lay perfectly still for at least ten minutes, feeling the man beside you ease into unconsciousness. With his breathing slowed and his thumb eventually stilling at your side, you assume sleep has him in a tight grasp. Ever so gently, you ease out of his hold, slipping out of bed and picking up your clothes. You’re careful to be silent — the last thing you needed was him waking up and discovering what you were about to do.

A part of you feels terrible, using Javier this way. He'd been kind enough to buy you drinks. Instead, fear motivates you to put one foot in front of the other, the bare soles of your feet padded across the floor towards the bedroom door. Your boss, Pablo Escobar, had demanded information on DEA agents from you and the other women he had hired, and you daren’t argue, fearful of the bullets that you were almost certain had your name etched into them. Having bumped into Javier at the bar, it was a stroke of luck akin to striking gold; a stay of execution.

Don Pablo had hired a group of women into his staff only recently. Well known for hiring only men, like most drug lords in Columbia, he knew the women he hired would not come under the scrutiny of the DEA or the Columbian police. With the support of the American government, the DEA was closing in on him, and the Medellin cartel at a frightening pace, and he was in dire need of some form of information to get ahead of the gringos - stat.

Without the suspicion of the police, you had managed to get around relatively quickly, but finding the information without talking to anyone and alerting people of Don Pablo's covert mission was a much more challenging task than anticipated. You had carried on regardless, motivated by knowing you wouldn't get paid unless you handed over relative information to Escobar and his cousin Gustavo. You were getting pretty desperate for both the money and your life, knowing Escobar was anything but forgiving. Javier just happened to step into the line of fire.

You find your way back to the living room in the darkness and grab at anything you can see that could be of value. Papers that had Escobar's name on them and had multiple attack plans regarding the cartel's drugs labs in the Amazon Rainforest lay in the drawers of the desk underneath the television and a recording device that was set on the table. When you play it, the sound of Javier and his partner, whom he referred to as 'Murphy’ in the bar, floats quietly from the speakers.

Covert recordings of sicarios' conversations played, revealing the code words Pablo and his men used that the two partners had managed to decipher and use to their advantage.

You could almost laugh at how careless Javier had been to allow you into his house with all of this information just strewn about in the open, but you suppose he thought that you weren't a threat. No one did.

You take the items you snatched from Javier's apartment and slip out into the humid street once again. As you walk back to your apartment, you can’t help but think back to the conversation you and Javier had at the bar. The one where he claimed he was "Prince Charming saving you from a miserable day." You realise, looking back on it, that he had done precisely that. Prince Charming had unknowingly given you all the information you needed for a payout from Escobar and managed to save you from the end of a pistol barrel.

And you try to convince yourself of your shamelessness, insisting to yourself that you aren’t exactly the princess he’s looking for.

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Framing Escobar Chapter 3 Light Leak

Specific Warnings: This chapter has some sexual suggestions, allusions to violence, mostly just scene setting and fluff. General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Summary: Javier is gone by the time you wake up and you take to the streets of Colombia on your own.

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You roll awake with a groan to the sun glaring through the gap in your thin, ageing beige curtains, you make a note of getting some blackout ones when you get the chance. You’re a little crestfallen as you notice Javier is nowhere to be seen, but you try not to dwell on it. It was a one-night stand, a fucking good one, and maybe he had something else to do. But it worries you more than you want to admit.

You put on a pot of coffee before showering and dressing for the day, the weather is decidedly gloomy, thick, dark clouds hang heavy in the sky. You throw on a pair of faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt with the slogan, I love Colombia written across your chest. You slip into your sneakers as you sling the camera bag around your neck and pour a cup of coffee.

You nurse it slowly as you hear Javier’s door open and close across from yours. You wince at the sound, both because it startled you, and that it confirmed what Javi had said last night.

The walls are paper thin, damn it.

You shake your head, hoping Steve wouldn’t rib you too much about it. You finish up the coffee as you wait for the appropriate amount of time to pass to follow Javier. You head down the stairs with a spring in your step and to your surprise you bump into Steve. You assumed he would have ridden with Javier to the DEA building.

“Morning,” Steve drawls as he gives you a knowing look, “You kids have fun last night?”

“I’m less than a decade younger than you both, besides, aren’t you two the same age?” You ask, dodging the question for now.

“I’m a whole year older than him, besides, you didn’t answer my question.” Steve needles you and you glare at him as you try not to let the embarrassment show on your face.

“None of your business Murphy.” You bark, not letting him get under you skin, or at least trying not to.

“That’s the spirit, you need a ride into work?” He asks with that Labrador look he gives Connie when he’s trying to make up for something. It’s funny how a simple dinner could tell you so much about someone.

“Yeah, is Javier going to be with us today?” You try not to sound desperate and needy, but you can hear it in your tone. If he did hear it, he ignores it as he begins to walk out into the street. You jog to catch up to walk with him.

“Nah he’s got a meeting with a CI, he doesn’t let me get involved in that.” Steve grumbles as he unlocks the truck, leaning over the steering column to unlock your door and you climb in.

“You two been partners long?” You ask as Steve pulls away into the busy streets of Bogotá.

“Not long at all, few weeks? A month? Still don’t think he trusts the Gringo.” He admits with a grimace.

“¿Hablas español?” You ask him with a sly smile and you watch the red blush creep over his pale cheeks.

“No, lo siento.” He grumbles and you try not to lord it over him too much.

“Well you’re going to have to learn, Gringo.” You tease and you see him shake his head, his moustache bristling with a soft chuckle.

“You’re not wrong sweetheart, I’m going to have to drop you off in town, I’ve got some business that I don’t need a reporter for.” He says with the slightest venom in his voice.

“Photographer, not a reporter.” You correct him and jab him in the arm as you pull into the garage, “Anyway, I’ll be heading off then, no point me hanging around. I’d like to walk around, catch my bearings.”

“You sure? I don’t mind.”

“I’ve got to try and look like a tourist Steve, rocking up somewhere in a known DEA agent’s truck might not send off the right signals.” You say, pointing to the t-shirt you were wearing.

“Good point, alright, but any trouble, you know the number for the DEA agent line?” He asks seriously now, his eyes hard and cold as ice.

“Got it memorised boss.” You say without thinking and Steve chuckles.

“Don’t go calling Javi that, he’ll never let you live it down.”

“Got it, see you later.” You say as you hop out of the cab and head off into the centre of Bogotá.

The clouds clear by midday and you regret not wearing shorts but maybe the sweaty, poorly dressed look would lean into the tourist vibe you were going for. You sit in a small plaza, half a beef empanada in one hand, book in the other as you try and take a break. Try being the operative word.

All day you’d either been so engrossed in your work that you’d almost got run over by a cab, or mulling over your night with Javier, and the lack of communication since, it was torture. So you decided to force the issue, opening up the book and forcing yourself to eat something.

You’ve already filled three rolls of film, still making sure you had plenty of dummy rolls to hand over if needed. You savour the empanada like it’s the best thing you’d ever tasted, the corn-meal casing completely changing the flavour of the pastry from the doughy, bland, Americanised stuff you’d had back home.

Today’s favourite shot is of the little old lady selling produce at a stall to the Western edge of the plaza, you take a few shots, trying to adjust your camera settings to the glorious sunshine that now bathed the city. The DEA gave you 100 and 400 ISO film stock, daytime and evening stock, but nothing in between, which is just you being picky, as you know how to make both those work but it’s a lot more effort, more margin for error. You look back up and the old lady is gone, replaced by a couple embracing like there is no-one else in the world around them.

On a whim you snap a photo of the scene, you hope you can capture a nice depth of field effect, to mirror the blur of the world around them, to capture the feeling of no-one else mattering. You adjust the aperture of your lens to f2.2 so that it’s nice and wide, and snap a series of photos of the couple.

You’re confident you get a few and swap out the film with a fresh one as you realise you’ve filled the roll. You mark the dummy rolls with green electrical tape and reseal them before depositing them in the bag, but this one you mark red, which meant you were going to develop it. You had gotten some snaps of street art that you were eager to see, and the couple just completed the roll nicely.

You get the camera set back up you raise it to take another few snaps, on the off chance they were still there. Your heart seizes in your chest as you recognise the man through the view finder, his eyes dark, fixed on you.

Javi.

You feel the deep, primal head of jealousy rear up and swallow you whole as she woman turns to you, wondering what had caught Javi’s attention. But you were already up, lens cap attached, camera stowed, and were practically jogging back onto the street. You get half-way back to the Embassy building before you realise that you’ve left your book but you don’t care, you could buy another copy. The tears sting at your eyes but you don’t let them fall.

He doesn’t deserve your tears.

You scold yourself internally as you flash your pass to security and head down to the basement, you’re grateful for the tape deck and the taste of the other agents and technician who do their own development. You flick through the clearly re-labelled cassettes, the red light makes covers near-impossible to read, so you smile at the improvised labelling to make it easier to distinguish the tapes. The deck closes with a click, Mick Jagger’s melancholic rasp filling your ears as Gimme Shelter lilts through the speakers, giving you some background noise to develop the few red marked films, ones you want to develop as you hummed along.

The process always takes longer than you remember, but you don’t mind, switching out the tapes as you reached the end of one, then another, and another. Sifting through The Stones, Elvis, Pat Benatar, and Nina Simone. You work through the tedious process with a smile on your face. You make sure the negatives scale perfectly, that the grain levels were low, and that every negative you developed meant something. Professor Thomas had called it perfectionism, you call it dedication to the art.

You finish up, stowing developed photographs in a manilla envelope, and you are more than ready for bed, developing on your own at quantity is tiresome and your eyes are dry and sore from the strain. You clean up the dark room as best you can and make for the exit. You gather up the developed images in their envelope and head out. You check your watch and realise it’s already ten. You rub your eyes lids with a groan as you head home. The walk home is tedious, pushing your already well worked feet but you press on, your mind drifting too easily to Javi.

As you cross the threshold of the apartment building you hear it, the rhythmic thumping and carnal moans, you think it’s ironic that you were in that exact same situation only last night as you shake your head, smiling to yourself. You hear the creak of the Murphy’s door as you reach the stairs and you turn to see Connie looking at you.

“You ok darlin’?” She asks, a yawn escaping her mouth, she seems like she had been up some time.

“All good, long day.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Ok hon, get some sleep, remember we’re always here.” Connie said with a hollow chuckle and you try and understand why she sounds sad, but you’re exhausted, so heavy with the weight of sleep that it took you reaching your front door, the snapping sound of you turning the key in the lock, before you heard it. A woman’s voice, calling out in Spanish from across the hall, the words obvious enough that you don’t need to speak Spanish to hear what was going on.

“Oh Javier, fuck, Javier.”

Your hand hovers over the doorknob, you try to ignore it but the lewd sounds of Javi and the woman he’s with are deafening. You stumble into your apartment in a daze, you try not to feel jealous. You and Javi hooked up, big deal, but a naïve part of you hoped that it was just the beginning of something. The stale air of your apartment is cloying, heavy in your lungs as you let your hands ball into fists.

Idiot, you’re so, stupid. Stupid, stupid.

You berate yourself as you throw your camera bag and envelope of photos onto the tired sofa in the middle of the open plan room that serves as your kitchen, diner, and living room. The dusty apartment needs some TLC and you decide that right now is the perfect time to do so. You rip open the packaging on the rubber gloves you had bought the other day at the market, and crack a sad smile at how ridiculously domestic you had been. You’d bought all kinds of cleaners and detergents, a mop, a broom, dustpan and brush. The works.

You clean for hours, Pat Benatar and Kate Bush switched out on your Walkman once they reached their end. You grab a pencil and rewind the spent Hounds of Love cassette as you load Crimes of Passion into the tape deck. It’s a thoughtless, mundane task, taking a few minutes to make sure you don’t jam the cassette. It was both a break from the cleaning, and a tactile task that you could just focus on for a short while so your mind didn’t wander back to Javi. You re-attach the foam padded headphones and clip the Walkman back onto your belt.

***

You check your watch as you finish scrubbing the grouting in the bathroom, the deep mould stains refusing to budge after your valiant attempts. It’s three in the morning, your house smells like a deep cleaned crime scene, and you’re still not settled enough for bed.

You shower quickly before grabbing a beer from the fridge, you slump down on the sofa next to your camera bag and pick up the folder of photos you had developed earlier. A few are a little shaky in their framing, the DEA’s equipment was older than the College’s so some of the process was guess work.

You smile at the photograph of the teenagers you caught graffitiing the side of a government building, they had smiled and posed with their work before running off. It’s a shame you only had black and white stock, you remember the bright hues of the street art being bold, a little garish but striking nonetheless. Your gaze falls to the photo of Javi and the woman, you assume, is in bed with now and you smile despite it all. The depth of field effect you had tried to create was perfect. The woman’s long, dark waves in perfect focus, the strong hand on her hip wrinkling her dress captured in minute detail. Javi’s dark curls and strong shoulders framing her against the soft blur of the world behind them.

As much as it pains you to see him with someone else, you love the photo, it’s exactly the kind of artsy photography your professor always thought pointless. But there was something beautiful about soloing out a couple in the throes of passion, or a single pristine rose, with nothing but the blur of the world behind them. And this one was one of your best attempts at capturing it.

The slam of a door startles you and you look up, eye on your front door as you try to remember if you locked it. Your hand reaches into the concealed pocket in your camera bag and you pull the revolver out slowly. You’re sure it’s Javier’s door, but you can’t help feeling on edge. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, the long day, or the fact that you were still simmering away with jealousy. No matter the reason, you are wired. You hear high-heeled footsteps fade down the hall and you breathe a sigh of relief.

The knock at your door startles you more than anything else this evening and you feel your heart smashing against your rib cage like you had just run a marathon. You don’t move, you know it’s going to be him.

Here to apologise pendejo?

You think to yourself, as you implore every fibre of your being to be strong, to not get up and open the door. You have more self-respect than that, you aren’t going to be toyed with, no matter how much you want to see him. He calls your name through the door and you wince, you love the way he says your name, it fans the pilot light of desire in your chest just enough that you almost get up but you take a deep breath and steel yourself.

“Seriously, open the fucking door.” He growls as he tries the doorknob. Desire is snubbed out by the blunt, heavy weight of anger that bears down on you. You march up to the door, furious that this man, who had the audacity to loudly fuck another woman across the hall, is now trying to force himself into your apartment.

“Fuck you Peña.” You bark at the closed door, your keys in the lock as you focus on them dangling from the aggressive jostling at the doorknob.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, this is about work, let me in or I’m breaking in.” He snaps back and you grit your teeth, you wonder if he’s just saying that, if he’s just trying to get into your apartment, but you realise that you have to be objective. You know how to throw a good punch, so if he’s lying to you, you’ll make him regret it.

“Fine.” You concede defeat and open the door. You meet his hard eyes with a glare, he tries to push past you to enter the apartment but you strike his sternum with the flat of your palm, holding it there in protest.

“Say what you need to say asshole, then fuck off.” You hiss as you channel all of your hatred, scorn, jealousy into a withering look that makes him raise his eyebrows in surprise. His hand comes up to grab your wrist but instead of letting him touch the soft, sensitive skin where you knew your pulse was hammering like a bass drum, you shove him with a second hand, pushing him back into the hallway.

“Calm down, you’re acting like a child.” He says with an exasperated sigh, and that tips you over the edge.

How dare he be the one to accuse you of poor behaviour.

“Me? Childish? I’m not the one whose breath smells like pussy.” You hiss, the cheap whiskey, and cigarettes almost cover it but you could smell her. The heady, pleasantly musky smell of her arousal couldn’t be doused in whiskey or cigarettes.

He growls at you deep in his chest as he tries to push past you again but you simply won’t let him push you around like this. You adjust your footing and twist your hips slightly before swinging a right hook into his smug, beautiful jaw. He doesn’t see it coming until it’s too late and you see the shock in his eyes as your first two knuckles collide with his face, the crack is deafening in the enclosed hallway.

Javier stumbles back, stunned at how hard you punch. You wince as the pain shoots through your hand, you know a slap would have been the sensible choice, but you were willing to risk the pain that every punch brought, no matter how well landed.

“¡Maldita puta!.” He snarls as he regains his balance but he keeps his distance this time, finally getting it through his thick skull that you weren’t fucking around.

“Yep, that’s me, a fucking bitch,” You see Javier seethe as you use his words agains him, “Now what do you want Javi, it’s late.” You cross your arms over your chest, feet planted defensively across the doorway so he couldn’t easily try to push past you again. Your hand is throbbing and you notice the blood seeping from the broken skin already.

“I don’t want to do this in the hall, please just let me in.” Javier bargains, his voice strained as he rubs his jaw as it starts to swell.

“No.” You stare him down as you watch the curve of his jaw begin to discolour to a nasty mauve.

“Then come into my apartment, stop being so fucking stubborn.” He runs his one hand along the line of his jaw once more, wincing as he presses gingerly against the bruising flesh. You feel your knuckles weeping freely where the hard line of his jaw had split your skin.

“Yes, because that’s a good idea.” You retort, you know how the apartment will smell, how it will feel, because it was how your apartment was last night.

“Fine we’re going to Murphy’s then, Connie will hate me for this but Steve needs to hear this too.” Javi concedes defeat and turns towards the stairs without another word. You follow behind him, locking your door before anything else. You clench and unclench your fist as you feel the swelling on the knuckles, you needed ice, or a bag of peas.

Javi was at the Murphy’s door by the time you got to the bottom of the stairs, Connie was furious, until she saw the bruising and swelling and tenderly touched the skin, examining it in a soft, yet no-nonsense way that only a nurse could make look both caring and judgemental at the same time.

“Come in, you too hon, I can’t say I didn’t anticipate this.” Connie calls to you and you can’t help but smile at her tone. She isn’t mad at you, that much you could tell. You follow Javier through into the Murphy’s living room and can’t help but let a melancholy smile spread across your lips. Only last night had you entered this room, nervous and fawning. Tonight you were simply bitter.

“So you met his CI then?” Steve asks you as he yawns, padding into the room in just a pair of sweatpants. You avert your gaze form his sculpted abs, he and Connie made a handsome couple, you think, not for the first time.

“Nope, but I can smell her all over him.” You growl as you take a seat on a sofa at Connie’s insistence. You would have preferred to stand but you didn’t argue.

“Ah, probably heard her too then?” Steve says with the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up Murphy.” Javier barks as he glares at his partner.

“We all heard her.” Connie chimes in as she comes back from the kitchen with a first aid kit.

“Anyway,” You take command of the conversation, eager to keep this interaction short and sweet, “Peña said he had something to talk about, work stuff.” He shoots you a look, yet again having the gall to be annoyed at you.

“I know where Escobar is going to be tomorrow, we need to get there, she needs to take photos.” He rattles off as Connie hands him a bag of peas after wiping down the swollen area with a warm towel.

“Let’s see your hand.” She ordered you and you see the wicked grin on her face as she turns away from Javier. She mouths “Impressive.” At you and you try and stifle your grin as she holds up your hand. She cleans the split skin with antiseptic and applies a tight bandage over your knuckles before looking you over, checking to see if there were any other injuries to attend to. No peas or ice for you.

“Glad you didn’t hit her back Javi, I’d have your balls if you did.” Connie says flatly but she winks at you as she turns to Steve, “My work here is done, I’m going back to bed, make sure they don’t start swinging for each other again yeah?” Connie asks Steve with a playful tone but Javier huffs.

“I didn’t swing at all, she’s just feral.” He argues but both Steve and Connie shoot him a look that silences him.

“Night Javi, behave, night hon, don’t kill him please.” Connie calls over her shoulder as she disappears into the bedroom. You allow yourself to smile at her words but reluctantly turn to Javier who is pouting like a child.

“So, what was so important you were ready to break into my apartment agent Peña?” You ask, trying to calm yourself to deal with the task at hand. Your fist is throbbing as the adrenaline leaves your system, you’re grateful for the remote shutter release you’d been given as your hand won’t be stable enough to snap photos for a few days without irritating the broken skin. If you could move them at all with all the swelling.

“There’s a big party going on in Medellín tomorrow night, all of the cartel bosses are going to be there, they’ve pulled every prostitute in Bogotá for it, something big is going down.” Javier explains to Steve, not addressing you.

“Shit, that’s big,” Steve nods, “Alright, both of you get in the truck, we’re taking this to Noonan now, we don’t have time to waste.”

The ride to the Embassy is thick with tension, no-one speaks, the smell of chemicals, cigarettes, and pussy still burning in your nostrils like a taunt. You close your eyes and try and relax, knowing that this was a big deal, Steve insisted you come, for some reason, but you’re too tired to care. Soon you’re escorted into the Ambassador’s office, standing awkwardly behind Steve and Javier as there are only two seats on this side of the desk .

“What the hell is so damned important this couldn’t wait until the morning, and why is your jaw busted?” Noonan asks Javier bitingly but her eyes flick to your bandaged hand and she allows her stern face to soften a fraction as she connects the dots, “Never mind, just get to the point.”

Javier pleads with Noonan and eventually she concedes to allow them to stake out the hotel, she then turns her gaze to you and she tuts.

“But why her?” She looks you up and down, still in your clothes from the day before, your hair a mess, and a busted hand to boot. You would have cared any other day about your appearance but right now you just want to sleep.

“She’s an incredible photographer, and she’ll be able to slip under the radar a little more easily in the hotel, get another angle on the Narcos as Steve gets some snaps from our vantage point.” Javi vouches for you and you stifle a scoff at how easy he can call you feral in one breath, and incredible in another.

“Alright fine, here’s the paperwork.” She sighs as she scrawls her signature on a few different pieces of paper, “Now fuck off, I’m going back to bed.”

“One last thing, my informant is trying to get a US visa, can you help her?” Javier asks and you feel a little twinge of guilt as you see the look on his face. There’s desperation in his voice.

“You’re bothering me.” Is all Noonan says before walking out of her office. The defeat on Javier’s face further quells some of the rage you had been harbouring for the last few hours. The three of you leave the office together, you trail behind as Steve and Javier talk.

“So is your informant, Helena, really a prostitute?” Steve asks teasingly. “Everybody’s got to work for somebody.” Peña replies with a shrug as he turns to watch a secretary walk by, checking out her ass unashamedly until his gaze meets yours and he falters. You shrug at him, too tired to care who he was fucking with his eyes. It certainly wasn’t you anymore.

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'' Home '' (Narcos)

pair: steve murphy • javier peña (narcos)

genre: fic, lgbtq+

audience: teen

contains: fruity ppl, steve murphy out of the shower, serious but steady javier peña, fluff, obscene language, mention/use of alcohol, mention of drugs, mentions of connie and olivia, flirty peña, slight angst?, dumbass steve, no one confesses shit, so fucking cheesy, peña talking spanish, persecution, MARVEL MENTIONED.

word count: 3.6k

enjoy! ;)

It had been a long, really long years for Steve.

Steve had moved to Texas after finishing off Escobar like almost 4 years ago, what he didn't know was that his former (and only) best friend lived in his same building, he discovered it a few weeks ago when both of they had met at the entrance of the building. They greeted each other, hugged, and Peña invited him to a coffee. Steve must have admitted that he missed him a lot, too much, but he wouldn't say it to his face. Not yet, at least.

The thing, Javier had left the DEA and they had won. At least, that's what we all thought. The Texan updated the American, telling him about the things that happened since he arrived in Texas until now. All that was the same day they met again, and they had a long night of alcohol, coffee, food and chisme. Steve felt like home. He really did.

Peña the night before today had suggested that Steve should move into his apartment since it had two rooms. Steve happily accepted, the rent was shared between them.

Steve found a somewhat mediocre but well-paying job 10 km from his house, it was an office job as a secretary in a appliance company. He didn't work on weekends.

Compared to Peña, he had found work as a librarian, but he was 'unemployed' at the moment so he couldn't do much...

They were having something to eat on a terrace, each one asking each other about something or other about life and health, until the topic of love came up to life.

──── So, what about Connie? How's Olivia? ──── Peña took a sip of his non-alcoholic beer in case he had to drive at any moment, raising one of his eyebrows curiously.

Steve just showed a shy and clear smile, taking a bite of a mixed sandwich that he was carrying between his fingers.

──── Dunno, we broke up a while ago. It was before we could catch Escobar, way before. All I know is that Olivia's almost 5 years old and I get to see her next month. ──── The blonde's blue eyes lit up slightly. For some reason, that made Peña's heart warm.

──── I didn't know you broke up. I'm sorry. But at least you get to see her. I haven't seen Olivia for a while. ──── He remembered the time he had to take care of her when she was 2 years old, he did felt like she was a miracle. He seemed to have this face of hating little children, but he actually had a certain charisma with them.

──── It's okay dude. Sometimes in life you achieve things and other times you lose them. I got through it. ──── Steve smirked slightly while taking another bite of his sandwich. Peña felt a confusing but yet warm emotion when he saw Steve smile or laugh. Since when was his smile so fucking pretty and charming?

Peña carefully bit into his sandwich, not looking at Steve.

──── So what about you? Are you into anyone at all? ──── Steve asked.

The Texan opened his eyes in surprise as he almost choked on that piece of food he had previously chewed. He stifled a sigh after coughing for a while, even Steve got scared. Why the hell had he reacted like that? If the answer was simple enough, he believed.

──── N-Nope. I'm an old bachelor, and I haven't been with prostitutes either. ──── He coughed again while laughing and hiding his true feelings and thoughts that not even himself recognized.

Steve couldn't help it and laughed at Peña's obvious but confusing nerves. Peña looked away with a very slight blush, somewhat embarrassed by what had happened.

──── But, being honest. I think I do like someone. I'm not sure. ──── Peña admitted, smiling sadly, taking another sip of his beer. Steve seemed curious.

──── Well, then spit it out Peña. ────

Javi's nerves increased as he tried to compose himself, thinking of how to send him a hint. What are you? Fucking fifteen?

──── Well, h-...She's blonde. Like- ugh. I don't even know how to start. ──── Peña sighed deeply when he felt the stranger's oceanic eyes on him, closing his eyes to begin.

──── She is beautiful. I could say that I feel really lucky to have her. I've known her for a few years, but I feel like I've known her for a lifetime. She is blonde, yes, but she is not a blonde like it stands out a lot, it's a honey blonde, I feel like it would smell like cologne and lavender. just like her. She is tall, and when she smiles small but noticeable dimples form. And she has these blue eyes that when I look at them, it seems that I am reflecting in them and I see waves breaking in the port, a calm and beautiful sea, just like her. ──── Peña cleared his throat, now finally looking at Murphy who was apparently really attentive, even surprised. Surprised by Javi's passion.

──── Wow. That was-. Wow. I'd wish someone would tell those things about me. ──── Steve complained jokingly.

──── Yeah, haha. The thing is that there's no woman. ──── Javier admitted the last thing in a whisper, averting his gaze, praying that Steve hadn't heard him. He looked at him curiously.

──── Nothing. Just forget it. ──── The one with brown hair left the money on the table to give Steve the signal to go. ──── I'll tell you the plan on the way. ────

A totally unknown person had called Peña about an issue, more about the issue of drug traffickers and the already executed Cali Cartel. Despite no longer being in the DEA, he wanted to settle things to get away from all that stuff. He still possessed his gun.

Steve was in the driver's seat because Pena had said he would be back in a few minutes, so he didn't bother getting out or moving the car. The engine resonated while still running, since he had turned on the heating since it was starting to get cold.

He took a drag on his half-filled cigarette, now sighing, letting the smoke leave his system. He looked up at the sky, which had beautiful colors like shades of orange, pink and red. The sun was going to set soon and they were 30 kilometers away from home, the trip was going to be a bit long.

Steve was thoughtful, but not even he knew why. He was thinking about Peña, thinking about how he had gotten there, what he would have been through if he had never met him, and where he would be if it wasn't because of him. I was really grateful to have a best friend like him. So attentive, willing, ambitious, attractive, desirable and handsome-

BANG!

──── What the fuck? ──── The American turned to look out the window next to the passenger seat. Shouts and insults in Spanish could be heard on the other side of the opaque fence. More shots were seen, that made his breathing stop for a moment fearing the worst.

But, his knot disappeared when he saw Peña jump the pole with the gun in hand, running as he headed to the car.

──── We gotta go dude! ──── He said agitatedly into the distance as he ran and frowned. Murphy was very confused. And worried.

──── What? What's going on? Are you hurt? Why there where so many shots? Wh- ──── The oldest was interrupted by Peña, who before getting into the car he shouted.

──── Floor it, Murphy! ────

And finally that scream brought him back to reality in a few seconds. He released the handbrake, backed up quickly to take a run, and floored it. They immediately left along the road, skidding as they heard more bullets almost going through the car.

Peña quickly came out of the window and shot the two cars behind them, leaving them without wheels and mobility. Peña put the rest of his body inside, sighing deeply with his eyes wide open. They both remembered the old times.

──── Virgen Santa. ──── Peña said in a sigh, trying to calm down.

──── What the fuck just happened, Javier? ────

Oh right. Shit.

──── Uhm. Remember when I told you about that mysterious guy calling me for leaving this all behind? Well- things went out wrong. At least they're not really big, they're like just 20 people. We're okay. ──── Peña smiled slightly, leaving his hands under his neck. He closed his eyes, calm.

Steve took that relaxation away from Javi as he turned the car into the emergency corridor. He looked at Peña after putting on the handbrake. The sun reflected his face in a spectacular way, that made Peña a little nervous, feeling fluttered.

──── "We're okay"? Javier, we've could died. We're not that young anymore, and we aren't in the DEA anymore to be so carefree and sure of the problems we get into or create. I came here to get away from everything, and live in peace. But it seems that you just want to lead me to your misery. ──── His blue eyes penetrated Peña's gaze, whose eyes were wide open.

He opened his mouth wanting to explain everything but not being able to say even "I". Peña looked with regret at Murphy, who deep down felt bad and bitter for scolding Peña, but he was right. The Texan's heart became smaller as if it was squeezed hard.

──── I-I'm sorry. ──── He stuttered with ellipses in between, not knowing what else to say. It was the first time he was like this in front of someone.

The American just released the handbrake and got back on the road. He never looked at Peña again, but he looked at Murphy the entire time. They didn't even speak the rest of the trip. Peña felt his throat way too tight like to talk now.

It was 6 PM. It'd gotten dark and the atmosphere in the apartment was tense and heavy. Kinda.

It was cold, very cold. Javi was watching a movie in the living room while he was covered with a soft passion red blanket, it only covered his legs. And the heating didn't work properly.

Meanwhile, Steve was in the shower splashing himself with hot water. The Texan had left food on the counter just in case, while he ate some dry cereals, which were his favorite snacks.

The bathroom door opened.

Steve had a towel tied around his waist, still somewhat wet across his torso, back and hair. He approached Peña and sat next to him watching the movie for a few seconds. It was his favourite movie.

──── This is my favourite movie. ──── He broke the ice as he spoke with a neutral face, settling down.

──── Dr. Strange? I've seen it like, 5 times now. Didn't know you were into Marvel. ──── Peña commented as he went back to chewing on his snacks, now feeling somewhat calmer seeing that Steve was talking to him again. How odd.

Steve looked at the bowl of cereal, grabbed a handful and put it in his mouth. Peña smirked.

──── I've been into Marvel for a while. Didn't know you were into Marvel. That's funny. ──── He also smirked.

Peña stopped looking at the screen while Steve was attentive despite having seen the movie about 17 times. Peña sighed deeply, putting the bowl of cereal aside.

──── I'm sorry about- ────

──── Save it. ────

Steve interrupted Javier with a small smile on his lips, without showing his teeth. He looked carefully at the stranger, taking his eyes off the television. The half Colombian got slightly nervous.

──── I'm not mad at you, I'm the one who should be saying sorry. I said awful things and I'm sorry. We're both here to forget things and that's how's gonna stay. But if you need help, count on me. ──── Javi's heart began to race rapidly again. To hide his nervousness, he laughed and gave Steve a light push on the shoulder. The American snorted a laugh.

──── You're being so cheesy about it. Ew. ──── Peña replied "bitterly", now laughing again.

──── Yeah, it was too soft, even for me. Sorry dude. ──── Steve raised his shoulders with a smile on his lips, that smile that Peña loved so much, the smile that illuminated his worst days.

──── Nunca pares de sonreír. ──── Peña said in his native language as he closed his eyes and leaned his back against the back of the sofa. Steve got a little closer to him so he could snuggle under the blanket starting to getting cold. He should definitely get some clothes on.

──── The hell did you say? I just understood 'smile' and 'stop'. Do you want me to stop smiling or sum'? ──── He raised an eyebrow curiously as he asked "hurt", not removing that smile of his from his face.

──── I said that you should never stop smiling. ─── Peña answered, now hearing a laugh from his partner. That made his smile bigger, and his stomach get butterflies.

──── Now who's the cheesy one? ──── Murphy teased.

──── Oh fuck off. ──── Peña laughed at him again, getting kinda fluttered cause of that statement.

Now he wasn't cold. He was warm. He was next to the person who'd made him feel warm every single time he'd see him. His home.

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