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userlando · 1 year
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✧・゚ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥
steve murphy x female!reader summary ⤍ work is piling on, bogotá is suffering from a heatwave and all you want is steve murphy. warnings ⤍ 18+ (mdni), co-workers to lovers, explicit language & smut, public sex, unprotected sex (piv) a/n ⤍ surprise surprise, of course i'd circle back to steve murphy some day. hope i made it justice. prob won't be the last i write of him since this was a lot of fun, so hope you enjoy this one lovies <3
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It was brain meltingly hot in the office today, perspiration on your forehead and bra uncomfortably pinching your torso, to the point where it was almost antagonising you. It had been hot the moment you got out of bed this morning, and it hadn’t gotten any better throughout the day even though you’d opted to stay back in the office and work on the mountain of stacked papers that only seemed to grow by the hour on your desk.
You’d think that the heatwave would settle when people had begun to filter out, emptying the office space little by little. But the sun was still shining tauntingly through the windows and the floor fans were doing their best to keep up.
You glared at said fans, watching them spin round and round with the occasional squeal. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against your chair, ignoring the discomfort of your shirt sticking to your back and reaching out for the nearest folder you could use to fan yourself with. The people in the office could really use an extra two swipes of deodorant and cut back on the cigarettes. The odours were starting to settle in your nose in the most unpleasant way and you didn’t know how much longer you could stand it.
It was clear that you weren’t going to get much work done anymore, but you’d be damned if you stepped foot outside the building with the sun still beating down on the city of Bogotá and you had a feeling that your apartment wasn’t much better than… this. It had too many large windows with afternoon sun.
Your freezer contained ice lollies though, something you’d craved all day. And your apartment offered you the liberty of wearing a long tank top with no pants and no bra. But it didn’t have Steve Murphy.
Steve Murphy, who was sitting across from you with his back leaned against his chair in a similar position to yours. He was reading from a folder, eyebrows tightly knit the way they always got when he was concentrating and you took a moment to silently admire the arch of his nose and the inviting pink of his lips. His hair had been styled halfheartedly in the morning, but it was now sticking up from running his fingers through it and the strand were clumped up together from the sweat and moisture in the air. Nobody made sweating look as good as Steve did. It should’ve pissed you off but it was a sight for sore eyes.
Your thoughts stuttered to a halt when he stuck a chewed up pen in his mouth and bit into it, looking a little annoyed all of a sudden and you knew he’d finally given up on making sense of the endless amount of scripts and documents you’d spent the last three days pouring through. Carrillo was truly a closeted sadist for assigning you so much work to go through in such little time.
There was a small clearing of a throat from the side and you glanced to the left, feeling like a kid who’d gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Javier wasn’t looking at you, but there was a small smile playing on his lips that let you know that he’d definitely caught you ogling the blond man sitting in front of you. You reached your leg out and kicked him in the shin, earning a startled yelp from him and a questioning glance from Steve.
“Sorry,” you said with no remorse in your voice. “Muscle spasm.”
Javier narrowed his eyes at you like he could see right through your bullshit, flicking a stack of papers on his desk before picking some new ones up to read through. You could’ve bet a few bucks that he wasn’t reading through them as intently as he had been two hours ago. His mind had already checked out for the day, as had yours. You couldn’t blame him.
The three of you worked in moderate silence and the occasional annoyed grunt and comment thrown into the air, for the next hour. The sun was finally starting to set, casting shadows in the moderately empty office but you were getting more agitated by the second.
The heat was getting to you and fucking Steve couldn’t stop chewing his lip and touching his neck.
It all took you back to that one godforsaken night a few weeks ago. You’d gone out with the two of them for a drink, and Javier had wandered off at some point; Mumbling something about getting laid. And he’d subsequently left the two of you alone at the bar with more drinks in your systems than necessary and sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.
You’d sworn to never involve work and pleasure when you transferred to Colombia to work on catching the drug lord, and yet you’d found yourself pressed up against a wall in the far back of the bar and your tongue shoved down your partners throat. The taste of whiskey on his tongue had been intoxicating, everything about him had been irresistible. But it had been a one time thing, that’s where you set your boundary and Steve had respected it in his own way. He hadn’t tried anything with you, but there had been the occasional eye contact and suggestive comment. You’d be a filthy liar if you said you didn’t enjoy it just a tiny bit.
You must’ve started fidgeting in your chair because you caught Steve glancing up, not picking his head up from where it was slumped. The sight of him looking at you through his lashes made something in your stomach squirm.
“What?” You mouthed, biting the inside of your lip when his lips transformed into a smirk. It was like he could read your thoughts in your eyes. “Fucker.”
His smile got wider somehow, and he quickly managed to tamper it down when Javier suddenly sighed loudly. You both turned your gazed toward him, just in time to watch how he stood up from his chair and picked up a few folders.
“Need to make copies.” He explained, as if one of you had asked him. Javier didn’t need your permission though, nonchalantly grabbing his blazer and walking out of the room and you had a feeling that was the last you’d see of him for tonight.
You glanced back at Steve to catch him already staring at you, and you tried to not feel so self-conscious about the way your hair was probably a damp mess and your face sweaty. It looked good on Steve, but you couldn’t pull it off like he did.
“You done with that?” He asked, like you hadn’t been having a staring contest and you gave him a questioning arch of the eyebrows until he clarified by nodding at a folder by your arm.
“Have at it.” You sighed, handing it over to him before standing up from your chair.
It scraped against the floor and you glanced around to see if you’d disturbed anyone with the obnoxious sound. Aside from a few officers on the other side of the room, it was completely empty. And that made something redhot run through your blood.
You walked over to the water tank to fill your mug up with water cold enough to give you a brain freeze, thinking about maybe taking off and going home. Javier had once again left you alone with Murphy, and the heat was melting the last of your common sense.
There had been one close call where Carrillo had paired you and Steve together for a stakeout; monitoring a warehouse on the outskirts for any signs of drug transportations, but you’d smoothly gotten out of it and had Peña jump in instead. There was no telling what would happen if they put you and Steve in a car during the night with nothing but the two of you to keep each other company.
It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t been friends before the bar incident, it was quite the opposite. Being a woman in this field was tough, but Steve had - along with Javi - welcomed you like his own surprisingly quickly.
There were only so many times you could carpool and watch a shitty movie cuddled up on the couch before you started treading over dangerous water. A phone call home didn’t bring you the same comfort as greasy food on the couch after a long day of chasing ghosts and criminals. It was easy to feel homesick when alone, so it was a good thing that you had your partners a few doors down if you ever needed them.
“It’s way too fucking hot to work.” Steve complained and you gave a laugh with a nod. He flicked the papers onto the desk and leaned all the way back on his chair and you took that as a sign that he - much like you - was done with work.
You rounded the corner of the desk and tried not stare too hard at his arms when he reached up to rest his hands on the back of his head. His biceps were bulging a little too invitingly, and you had to shake yourself as you perched on the edge of his desk. There was no mistaking his wandering gaze as he slowly looked up your legs, to your upper body until he reached your eyes and you raised your eyebrows to show him that you’d caught him looking.
He didn’t seem too embarrassed though, judging by the slow smile forming on his face.
“Might be time to call it for tonight.” You said, glancing around the half-empty office. “Not like we’re gonna make any more progress than we’ve done today.”
Steve made a sound in his throat like he agreed with your sentiment, happily accepting the mug of water when you handed it to him. You watched him take a sip, throat bobbing as he swallowed and you suddenly felt a little too hot under your clothes.
“D’you wanna head over to mine? Grab a beer and just kick back.” He asked, glancing up at you and you nodded slowly.
“Sure.” You watched him stand up, shuffling papers and folders around in a poor attempt to organise his desk before giving up and reaching for a packet of cigarettes. He stuck one between his teeth and lit it up. “Do you think Javi will be back?”
Steve looked at you with an are you serious? look, and you tried not to think about how hot he looked with a cigarette hanging from between his lips. Cocky looked so good on him.
“You’re lucky if you see him any more today.” He replied, grabbing his jacket and pushing in his chair.
You made a sound of agreement and walked around the desk, picking your bag up and showing a few folders inside it before the both of you were set to go home.
It couldn’t have been in your head, the tension in the air as the both of you walked out of the office. It felt like you were barely hanging onto a thread and it seemed to grow even thinner when the blond man touched your waist as he let you pass by him first through a doorway.
The two of you locked eyes for a split second and that confirmed everything that you needed to know. And that’s what you used as an excuse as your eyes flickered back and forth until you found a door that you knew lead to a documentation room, not hesitating for a split second as you reached your hand back and blindly grabbed Steve’s hand in yours.
He let you lead him way too easily, your hand shaking a little as you turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. And that’s when Steve took over, putting more of his body weight on your back to help you get into the room faster. You didn’t think of how unethical it was, or how it was such a bad idea to hook up once again with your partner at your workplace, of all places.
You didn’t even think of how absolutely stifling it was in the small room, too focused on the way Steve was staring you down like a predator eyeing it’s prey. He closed the door and turned the lock without taking his eyes off of you, and it was dark but not dark enough for you to miss the smirk playing on his lips as he walked you backwards.
You reached your hands out to grab at his disheveled tie, yanking hard enough for a breath to escape his lips before you settled your mouth over his in a heated kiss. There was a loud bang as he placed a hand flat against the metal drawers by your head to keep himself from stumbling into you, a moan creeping its way up his throat and you revelled in the taste of his tongue.
It was warm inside, suffocating really, but you needed more. You needed him closer and on you. He didn’t have any problems with complying when you snuck an arm around his torso and had the other one grab at his hair, turning your head slightly so he could lick deeper into your mouth.
You could taste the coffee he’d been sipping on a few hours ago and smell his aftershave that transported you back to that night at the bar where you’d been in a position just like this. He slid his mouth down your cheek, jaw and pressed sucking kisses and licks against the side of your throat. It was hard to stay still when the sharpness of his moustache hairs pricked and scratched your sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, always smell so good, baby.” He was panting, and so were you.
There was no doubt that he could feel your heart beating in your throat, right under his lips where he was definitely sucking a mark that wasn’t gonna fade within the next week. It should’ve made you furious, because that meant scarves and long collars in this unbearable weather but it only made you keen and pull him in closer. The thought of him marking you up for your co-workers to see, for Javier to give off that infuriatingly smug grin and for Steve to proudly parade around; Knowing he did that.
You were a proud woman, having worked your ass off to get where you were today and you’d be damned if you were to be seen as someone other than their own person. But something about fooling around with Steve; Breaking the obvious unspoken rule that wasn’t really a rule. Not really. Rules were hardly a thing to follow within these walls if they weren’t reinforced by the colonel himself.
“Steve, you better fuck me now or I’ll scream.” You tried to sound threatening, but your voice sounded too breathy and it only made Steve laugh like he knew he had you right where he wanted you.
“So needy,” he whispered, pulling his head up to look at you and you reached forward to steal a kiss from his lips that he was all too happy to give. Hearing and feeling him sigh happily against you made your stomach feel like it was bottoming out, all the feelings you’d been trying to hold in, spilling out.
He brought his hands to the front of your torso, squeezing at the swell of your tits over your shirt and sliding his hands down your quivering stomach until he got to the button of your jeans, letting out a noise of frustration. You watched him unbutton your jeans with a smile, taking your chance to grab at his messy hair and tilt his head to the side so you could kiss the delicate skin of his neck.
You didn’t see it, but you could feel his hands falter where they were struggling to unbutton your jeans, his head throwing back for a few seconds like he was trying to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. You could’ve taken mercy on him and help him get you out of your pants, but it was a little too enjoyable for you to kiss and nibble at his throat and earlobe. You’d only hooked up twice now, but it didn’t take a genius to find his sweet spot seeing as it was right beneath his ear.
“Couldn’t have worn a damn skirt.” You heard him mutter as he crouched and you grinned.
“Not very —“
“Practical. Yeah, I know. So you’ve said.” You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could hear the eye roll in his voice and it made you smile even harder. Steve could be an asshole, but you’d be damned liar if you said that he wasn’t a good listener.
He finally pulled back and yanked your jeans down your legs, crouching down to help you out of them, one leg at a time. You ran your fingers through his hair and almost recoiled when he glanced up at you from his crouched position; Caught off-guard by the softness in them. The blue of his eyes made something fierce squeeze in your chest and you let out a small whimper when he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss between your legs, over your panties.
You watched him kiss his way up, and it felt like coming home when he finally reached your lips and pried then open with his own. There was no doubt that the man could kiss, and you loved every second of it.
It made you jump a little when he pulled your panties to the side, the pads of his fingers swiping through the mess that he’d created. He let out a shuddered breath against your lips and rocked back just far enough to look at you without the both of you going crosseyed.
“I don’t have a condom on me.” He murmured, and if you’d looked hard enough then you would’ve seen remorse in the blue of his eyes.
You tried to collect your thoughts but it was difficult when his fingers were circling your clit. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you ripped a hole in it.
“I’m on the pill,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up a little as his eyebrows climbed on his forehead. “And I’m clean. I trust you.”
He searched your eyes for a moment, and it would’ve almost been tender if it wasn’t for the fact that he got two fingers up your cunt and was fucking into you like he was testing out how wet you were.
It felt like an eternity when he finally nodded, offering you a small smile and a quick kiss.
“I’m clean too.” He pushed his fingers deep, making you gasp and buck into him. “And there hasn’t been anyone else after you. Or even before you.”
The implication was there, and you revelled in his confession because those had been thoughts that had been plaguing you for a hot moment. Javi had his line of women to call and you didn’t know if that was the case for Steve. You spent a lot of time together outside of work, but there were still gaps in time where he could’ve hooked up with whomever he pleased. This job was hard and it put a whole lot of pressure on your shoulders, so much so that the average person would cave from it. It was only normal to seek basic human intimacy and lose yourself in it, even if it was only for a night or an hour.
It made your belly turn a little sour whenever you thought of it, you just didn’t want to admit it out loud because that would somehow make it seem real. Make your feelings for him real. You weren’t sure what that meant.
Crossing the line with your partner a second time went against everything you’d believed in. You never wanted to get involved with anyone like this because your work was dangerous enough, add a person you cared for into the mix and it made it even more terrifying.
“Hey, you with me?” Steve’s gentle voice brought you back from your inner turmoil and you blinked at him, giving him a nod.
“Yeah, I’m here.” You replied, giving him a small smile when his lips turned up in reassurance. “Come on, I’m ready. Fuck me please, Steve.”
Steve groaned like he’d never heard anything sweeter, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up between you. He didn’t even hesitate to slip his digits inside his mouth to clean them off and you felt your entire body heat up at the crude sight. It reminded you of all the nights where you’d go out to grab a bite after work and he’d be licking his fingers clean from frying oil and grease. You’d found it a turn on then, and it certainly was a turn on now.
“You’re an asshole.” You giggled at the filthy smile playing on his lips, getting your hands on his trousers and unbuttoning them.
You glanced between the two of you and stuck your hand inside his underwear to fish him out, heartbeat picking up at the weight and warmth of him in your hands. You could hear him breathing against the side of your head, pressing his lips against your temple and making a piss poor attempt of stifling his moan when you got a good grip on him and slid your hand to the base.
“Feel so good in my hand, Steve.” You hummed, closing your eyes and marvelling in the press of his body when his hand started giving out to the weight. He was moaning quietly into your ear, voice rough and raspy as you jacked him off. “Can’t wait to feel it inside of me.”
He hummed out a drawn out groan, bending a little at the knees to get a good grip on your right thigh and hauling it up over his hip. The new angle allowed him to nudge against you and you gasped, leaning into it.
You were too busy looking between the two of you, and you didn’t register his other hand sliding up to cup your cheek until you were staring right into his eyes in the darkness. He was observing you, you realised. The moment felt a little too intimate to have in a decrepit room after office hours, but you didn’t dare to look away from his gaze.
His thumb ran over the bottom of your lip. “You okay?”
You couldn’t help but smile, nodding your head to show him that yeah, of course you’re okay.
“I’m more than okay. Now, come on before the janitor makes his rounds.” You urged him, earning a startled laugh from the man.
“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded, gripping himself and leaning a little more of his weight against you so he could notch right against your hole.
Your eyes fluttered closed when he pressed in, feeling him filling you up quicker than you expected but there was something about the burn that made you want more. So you didn’t protest, only gripping his shoulders tighter until he bottomed out.
Steve was watching your face the entire time, eyes struggling to stay open because fuck, the heat and the tightness of you gripping him made him feel like he’d died and entered the pearly gates of whatever heaven existed. The small hitches in your breathing was like music to him, and he longed for the day he could get you in his bed and fuck you properly until he had you moaning without the fear of being caught.
You were a loud one, that’s what he’d garnered from the one occasion you’d hooked up. But you were still holding back and he could tell by the way you gnawed at your lips and bit incomplete circles into his shoulders that did fuck all to silence your pretty sounds.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He murmured in encouragement when he started thrusting, hips meeting yours in the awkward angle but he knew he was hitting something good and deep inside of you. It was written all over your face. “Clenchin’ up so nicely around me. What a pretty sight you are.”
“Steve.” You moaned, treading your fingers in the strands of his damp hair and bringing his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss.
It was all teeth and tongue, noses bumping and teeth knocking but it made you weak in the knees all the same. You indulged yourself for a few moments, letting yourself get lost in his taste and touch before breaking the kiss, leaning your forehead against his and watching him through blurry eyes as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Seeing Steve lost in the feeling, hips working against yours and arms grabbing at you to keep you steady and hold you close was a marvel to see. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get tired of the little pinched expression on his face when something felt particularly good for him; How his mouth would drop open into a little O and his eyebrows would draw together. Kind of like how they did when he’d sit across from you at your desks while he struggled to read Spanish.
Your stomach was knotting up, the telltale sign of your end nearing and you let go of his shoulder with one hand to shove it between your bodies and hook your hand into your panties.
The touch of your fingers against your clit made you clench, which made Steve’s thrust stutter and his breath get punched out of him.
“Keep going,” he encouraged you, nodding his head and jostling your head in the process form where it was leaned against his. “Touch yourself for me, wanna feel you come.”
It was cliché, and ridiculous how fast you neared the edge of oblivion at the whispered words he was speaking against your mouth. They sounded so demanding, breathless and absolutely filthy.
There was a second of desperation where the two of you clung to each other, his hips bruising yours and his hands no doubt leaving marks as he pulled you tight to his body. Your hand cramped up and you had just enough time to lean toward his shoulder and bite down before you were sent over the edge with a muffled shout.
You heard a distinct guttural moan, and you couldn’t tell if it was coming from you or Steve thanks to the sound of the blood rushing in your ears. But you could absolutely feel how he buried himself inside of you and let himself go, your already sensitive body shaking where it was slumped against his.
There was no telling who was holding up who, but you suspected that he was doing the brunt of the work because you couldn’t feel your fucking legs and your mouth was still open against his shoulder. You picked your head up when your senses slowly started seeking back into your body, making a sound in your throat when you realised that you’d been drooling.
Steve tilted his head to the side at the noise, gaze following yours and he let out an exhausted laugh.
“Is it weird if I find that hot?” He asked, voice hoarse and low and you laughed.
“Shut up,” you winced as he slowly let your leg back down on the grimy floor, slipping out of you in the process. “Oh, gross.”
Steve snorted, cupping a hand against your cheek and pressing a kiss against the side of your head. You bit back a smile at the tender gesture, busying yourself with adjusting your underwear so you didn’t have to look at him.
He didn’t say anything as the both of you got cleaned up as best you could, redressing yourselves and you didn’t want to chance a glance at him just yet. You didn’t know what you’d find written on his face; whatever emotion or expression it would hold. You weren’t quite ready to face it just yet.
You watched his back as he walked up to the door, eyebrows raising in amusement when he cracked the door open and peeked outside into the hallway. He must’ve deemed it clear, because he slid it open and stepped to the side, reaching a hand out to gesture you to get a move on.
You didn’t waste any time to slip back outside again, the hallway feeling much cooler than the stifling confines of the documentation room. There was nothing you craved more than a shower at that moment, feeling sticky all over. And the fact that you were absolutely ruining what was left to salvage of your underwear.
“Are we still on for that beer?” Steve asked, distracting you from your wandering thoughts and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.
His hair was looking worse for wear, cheeks flushed and lips bitten raw and pink. There was no way that anyone could take a look at you and not think that you’d been screwing each others brains out. You almost feared looking in a mirror, afraid of what you’d find in terms of marks and scratches.
“I hope you have some at your place because all I have is milk.” You replied, earning a small shoulder bump from the man next to you.
“I’ve got you.” He opened the door leading the way out to the street. “Besides, I’ve got better fans in my apartment.”
You couldn’t argue with that. Yours was only days away from falling apart into pieces. You just hoped that yours wouldn’t break down tonight when this heatwave was still active and raging. You’d actually cry.
Steve unlocked his door and opened the passenger door for you, regarding you with a look in his eyes that made you stop in your tracks.
“What?”
“Would you wanna stay over tonight?” He asked, forehead wrinkling and your eyebrows raised.
He looked almost nervous. Uncertain. Like he didn’t know whether you were going to blow him off or take him up on his offer. It made you pause as you searched his face, and you didn’t know why you suddenly felt an overwhelming rush of adoration but it made your knees shake a little.
“You mean sleep in your bed?” You asked, voice lilting into a teasing tone and it made Steve smirk.
You watched him tilt his head back and forth, as if he was unsure but the smile on his lips was playful and it made you feel a little giddy.
“Amongst other things.” He replied and you laughed.
“Scandalous.”
Steve narrowed his eyes, tongue in cheek as he struggled to refrain from smiling too big. You turned and started to climb into his truck, the sound of a loud smack making you let out a loud yelp. You didn’t even register the slight pain in your asscheeks until you’d turned fully and sat down on the seat; Realising that he’d just slapped you.
“You’re a sleaze, y’know that?” You glared at him, but Steve only grinned like he was proud of himself.
He pushed the door open even wider and crowded your space, sliding his hands up your cheeks to cup them and bring your face to his. You blinked up at him, a little breathless at the sight of his blue eyes so close up to yours.
“You still like me, don’t you?” He murmured, corner of his lips tugging and you couldn’t help but press a kiss against it; Watching it transform into a smile.
“Just a little.” You lied, earning a longer kiss from him.
“I’ll take that.”
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flightlessangelwings · 5 months
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Ktober 2023 Day 31- Free choice
Fee use orgy with the Narcos boys
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Horacio Carrillo x Javier Peña x Steve Murphy x fem!reader
Word count- 2.9k
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), restraints, blindfold, free use, group sex, piv, anal, oral, pussy slapping, overstim, multiple orgasms, fingering, praise, no use of y/n (there's a lot in this one so please let me know if I forgot anything!)
About this reader- stated to be involved with both Carrillos but I left it vague so it's open to interpretation, also mentioned she used to be involved with Javi but again it's open to interpretation, hinted to be bisexual but can be left up to you how you read it, no physical descriptions other than body parts
Notes- Going out with a bang here literally lol! Oh I had so much fun with this one so I hope y'all have just as much fun reading it! And by far this is the longest fic of the month. Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!
@flightlessangelwings-updates is myupdate blog so please follow that too and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on my new fics!
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“Peña. Murphy. My office,” Colonel Carrillo ordered the two men. It was late in the day, and only a skeleton crew still lingered behind. 
The two agents looked at each other with a serious expression before they silently stood and followed the Colonel. He seemed stiff, and his expression was unreadable. Neither Steve nor Javi knew what to make of him at that moment. 
Carrillo glanced around the empty office as half the lights shut off on their own, leaving the three men in shadows. He inhaled deeply, puffing out his chest as he did so.
Once Javier and Steve reached the doorway of Carrillo’s office, he paused and turned to them, “It has come to my attention that the two of you have been working too hard lately.”
“And?” Steve huffed as he crossed his arms. Javier mirrored the action.
Carrillo flashed a smirk before he opened his office door, “This way.”
Javier and Steve exchanged one last glance before they followed into the dark office. Carrillo was right behind them, and they noticed that he closed and locked the door before he flicked the lights on. And when the two men laid eyes on what surprise the colonel had in store for them, their mouths dropped open in shock.
“Hello boys,” you purred from where you were laid out on the desk.
“Wait a second,” Steve sounded flustered as he tripped over his words.
Javier just grinned, “I didn’t think you had it in you,” he turned to address you by name, “How did you get roped into this?”
“This is some shit Javi would think up. Not you,” Steve interjected.
Carrillo raised his hands in surrender as his eyes dropped to the floor, “This was her idea actually,” he sounded uncharacteristically sheepish at the confession.
The grin never left your face, entertained by the expression of shock and confusion on Steve and Javier’s faces. Finding you naked and tied to Carrillo’s desk was the last thing they expected. But, you had a feeling this was just the perfect remedy they needed.
“Horacio has been under a lot of pressure lately,” you explained, “Juliana and I can tell when he’s off. And… We came up with this arrangement,” you shimmied your shoulders as much as you could while bound by Carrillo’s tight binds, letting the rest explain itself.
Steve and Javier looked at Carrillo. Then, Steve turned to Javier, “How do you know her then?”
“We have a history,” Javier left it at that. His eyes never left the Colonel, though, surprised to find you of all people involved with him. 
“Wait, wait,” Steve protested, “I have a wife, you know.”
“You could have brought her too,” you smirked, giving Steve a wink when his eyes locked with yours.
That made Steve blush. Javier covered his face to hide the proud smirk at the fact that you accomplished that. But, his own gaze wandered back to your tied, naked figure spread out of Carrillo’s desk. He clenched his fist as he thought about everything he would easily do to you while you were like that. He couldn’t help the thoughts that popped into his head.
Feeling his gaze on you, you looked up to meet his eyes and your breath caught in your chest for a moment. It wasn’t until you saw Carrillo move from around him and saunter over to you that you remembered to breathe again.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” Carrillo’s commanding voice broke the tension in the room, “She is here for us to use. Get whatever shit you’re holding onto out. And tomorrow, we start fresh.” 
Carrillo looked you over, admiring his handiwork. He reached out and gently caressed your body with the back of his hand, causing you to gasp. Your eyes fluttered shut as you savored the light, teasing touch of him, and goosebumps erupted on your skin wherever his hand grazed. Knowing exactly what spots drove you wild, Carrillo gave you light pinches and squeezes, murmuring your name with praise.
“You know your signal if you need to stop,” he spoke softly in your ear as he pulled something out of his pocket.
“I do,” you whispered back as you opened your eyes and were met with his handsome face just inches from yours.
“Good,” Carrillo leaned in and kissed you deeply as he yanked the bandana in his hand taut. Vaguely, you both heard groaning from the other end of the room, and you knew the others were enjoying the little display. He broke away from the kiss, placing one last light one between your eyes before he tied the bandana securely around them, blocking your vision and leaving you even more helpless.
You couldn’t stop the moan as a rush of excitement ran through your veins. It had been a secret fantasy for this to happen, and when the opportunity presented itself, you jumped on it. You arched your back as you felt a hand, Carrillo’s, ran across your chest and stomach, tracing a random pattern until it grabbed your breast firmly. You cried out as he pinched your nipple and rolled it between his calloused fingers.
Javier and Steve watched with sharp eyes as Carrillo caressed your body. They felt the heat all the way on the other side of the office, and they felt just as captivated as you were. Javier had no qualms about what Carrillo proposed from the start, and he unbuttoned his shirt and belt without another word. Even Steve, who was hesitant at first, felt drawn to you, and he too loosened his shirt.
“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Carrillo smirked with pride as he squeezed your breasts again, making you moan. 
The way Carrillo had you tied left you on full display for the men in the room. Your legs were tied to each corner of the desk, spreading them wide and leaving your dripping pussy fully exposed. Your arms were tied together above your head at the other end of the desk, pushing your breasts up. The binds were so tight that you could barely even wriggle from side to side, but you assured Carrillo before he went to get the other two that you were comfortable like this. 
You were going to be here for a while after all. 
“She is,” Javier murmured as his eyes landed on your cunt. His cock involuntarily twitched in his pants, but all he could think about was devouring your pussy.
Faintly, Steve hummed in agreement as he unzipped his pants.
Javier dropped down to his knees, careful not to touch you so that it would come as a surprise when he finally did. It took a great deal of restraint, but once he was settled between your bound parted legs, he reeled forward and covered your pussy with his mouth, immediately sucking at you hard. You let out a loud scream and arched your back at the sensation.
“That’s it,” Carrillo cooed as he watched Javier lick at your folds. 
Without your sight, every move was a surprise, and it only turned you on more. Feeling the tongue against your clit drove you wild, and your moans quickly grew louder and louder. Suddenly, you felt another pair of hands on your breasts, and you cried out when your mind caught up to you and you realized all three men were touching you now. 
Not knowing who was where added to the thrill for you. Yet, you had a feeling that it was Javier who was currently between your legs, licking and sucking at you with abandon. The two pairs of hands that caressed your breasts kneaded you harder, and one hand trailed up your body to push two fingers into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the digits, running your tongue up and down and sucking at the tip without hesitation. The groan the hand’s owner let out went right to your core.
Javier groaned into you, feeling the pulse of need. He grabbed your thighs and picked up his pace with his tongue, rolling it up and down your folds before pushing it into your entrance a few times. His cock ached with need as he tasted you, but he wanted to make you fall apart first. And soon, once his tongue hit your clit again, Javier got what he wanted.
You came without warning, your legs shaking on either side of Javier’s face as you screamed loudly around the finger in your mouth. In the darkness of your blindfold, you saw stars as Javier didn’t relent, working you through your orgasm until a second one hit before you even came down from the first.
Javier broke away with a loud breath, taking in fresh air for the first time. He sat back and admired his handiwork as your pussy glistened before him. He murmured your name as his hand caressed your cunt, running his fingers up and down a few times before he pushed two inside of you.
“That’s it,” he purred as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, making you moan again.
But, just as he was about to pick up his pace, Carrillo grabbed his wrist and forced him out of you, causing both you and Javier to let out sounds of protest. Carrillo looked at Javier with a sharp expression as he shook his head. The message was loud and clear without the words needed: don’t hog her.
Carrillo chose not to speak on purpose, he wanted to keep you guessing who was where, and he wanted every action to surprise you. Without your sight or ability to move, he accomplished just that. 
You whimpered when you felt one pair of hands break off of your breast, but immediately screamed when you felt a hand slap your pussy. You jolted in your restraints as the hand slapped your pussy again and you cried out in pleasure.
Steve watched as Carrillo slapped your pussy again, and he couldn’t ignore his down needs. So, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed his pants down to his ankles, freeing his cock. He stroked it a few times before he gently slapped your cheek with it in a silent order for you to open your mouth. You complied, parting your lips for whoever was next to you, and Steve couldn’t help but praise you.
“Good girl,” he groaned as he slipped his cock past your lips and into your mouth. He let out a low growl as your warmth engulfed him, and you played with his cock with your tongue. Fuck, you were good at this, he thought. 
While your mouth was busy with Steve, Carrillo and Javier turned their attention to between your legs. Both men ran their fingers along your already spent cunt, causing you to gasp around Steve’s cock. But, their next action took you even more off guard.
You felt two fingers enter your pussy, easily since you were already so turned on and wet from cumming twice. You moaned around Steve’s cock as you felt the thick fingers fill you up, and your mouth dropped open when they crooked and hit that sweet spot inside you. As those fingers continued to massage the inside of you, you felt another finger poke at your other hole, making you gasp.
Slowly, carefully, the finger entered you, and you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt a hand on your breast, squeezing and caressing your sensitive skin while the other fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. Tears filled your eyes as you felt a second finger enter your backside, stretching you out even more. 
All three men watched with awe as you took two fingers in each hole while Steve’s cock stayed in your mouth. You looked so beautiful like this, completely helpless for whatever the men wanted, and it only made them want you more. Steve couldn’t stop himself, and he grabbed your head and thrust his cock deeper down your throat as his emotions overwhelmed him.
Javier and Carrillo watched with burning gazes as Steve fucked your face, and in that moment neither of them could wait any longer. They glanced at each other and nodded, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Slowly, they each pulled their fingers out of you, and they knew you let out a whine around Steve’s cock.
The two men quickly stripped themselves, holding their cocks in their hands and reading themselves for you. It took a little maneuvering, but Jaiver and Carrillo found a way to enter you at the same time. Both of them lifted your hips slightly to expose your body more to them and in doing so gave them the perfect angle to fuck you.
One entered you right after the other, filling you to the brim. You gasped around Steve’s cock as you felt both your holes being filled simultaneously. Tears soaked the bandana as the other two cocks filled you, and you had no idea who took you where. Steve froze for a moment, lost in awe as he watched the other two fill you, and he pulled out of you for a moment to let the screams flow freely.
You gasped for a moment, and it took a second for you to realize that your mouth was free. But when the two cocks pushed deeper inside of you, you let out a loud scream that echoed in Carrillo’s office. Pain mixed with pleasure as you had never felt more filed, and you knew you were safe when you felt hands caressed and roamed all over your body, and you heard soft words of encouragement from all three of them, though you weren't sure which direction each voice came from.
“You’re doing so well, querida.”
“That’s it, just a little bit more.”
“Such a good girl. So fuckin’ pretty.”
Just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more full, Steve thrust his cock back into your mouth, pushing it deeper down your throat and almost making you gag. You felt like a ragdoll as the three of them all started to rock their cocks in and out of you, all at different rhythms and speeds. Never in your life had you felt so helpless, and never if your life had you been more turned on.
Moans and groans filled the room as Steve, Javier and Carrillo all fucked you at the same time. It almost turned into a competition on who could cum first, and who could fill you up the most. They all let out growls as they eyed each other before turning their attention back to you. Losing themselves in the moment, all three men fucked you harder and faster, all chasing their own climaxes.
And the way all three growled went a pulse of need through your entire body, making you clench around all of them.
Steve came first, letting out a loud groan that gave him away to you as he filled your mouth. “Fuck!” he grunted as he watched as you swallowed as much as you could. His hips stuttered as he grabbed your head and yanked you against his hips. You made an obscene noise around his cock as you gasped, but you couldn’t do anything to stop him. Not that you wanted to.
When he was spent, Steve pulled out of you, leaving a trail of spit and seed as the only thing to still connect you both. He watched as your mouth dropped open, taking in a deep breath of air, and his cum splattered all across your lips. You looked a mess, but fuck you looked gorgeous. Steve gently cradled your head, “Good job, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Carrillo watched with a grin, but when you clenched around him, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He picked up his pace and he growled a mix of curses and praises. His hips slapped against your body as he lost control and after just a few more thrusts, he came hard deep inside you. You gasped as you felt him fill you up, and you moaned as a shiver ran up your spine.
Javier rocked into you even harder, determined to make you cum along with him. He felt your inner muscles clench around him, gripping his cock hard. He reached for your clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure when he felt like he wasn’t going to last any longer.
It didn’t take long for Javier to get what he wanted, and you screamed as your third orgasm crashed into you. Javier kept up his pace as his own followed right behind, his groans drowned out by your cries of pleasure. He kept his pace up and long as he could until he buried his cock fully inside you with one final grunt.
All three men stayed still for a moment, catching their breaths. Carrillo and Javier stayed buried inside you, neither wanting to leave you just yet. But, Carrillo could tell you were getting sore at this angle, and he tapped Javier, indicating what you needed. Slowly, reluctantly, they both pulled out of you, causing you to gasp and whimper.
“It’s alright, querida,” Carrillo’s soothing voice comforted you.
“Are you alright?” Javier asked.
“Never fucking better,” you replied with a soft smirk once you caught your breath. You let out another sharp exhale when you felt hands all over your body once more.
“Ok, I’ll admit,” Steve interjected, “That was fucking hot… And just what I needed.”
Javier nodded in agreement as he eyes trailed up and down your figure, “You were amazing, cariño,” he purred. 
“Good,” Carrillo’s tone dropped, “Because we aren’t finished here yet…” 
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clawdeewritesfanfic · 26 days
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Swinging
Javier Peña x plussized!f!Reader x Steve Murphy x Connie Murphy
Rating: Explicit. MDNI, 18+ Word Count: 3k+
Summary: Connie and Steve come over to play!
Warnings: slight canon divergent (Connie had Olivia instead of them adopting), swinging, drinking mention, dubcon (bc of the drinking but like, no ones drunk and the activity was planned before hand but like ~just to be safe~), playful ass swat, smut, dick sucking, pussy eating, fingering, protected PiV, pet names: baby, honey, cariño, mi amor, Connie breastfeeds and that's all I'm saying on that, no use of Y/N.
A/N: Last chapter in this world. I honestly had to fight myself to get it out and while @toxicanonymity 's love for the series pushed me through (this chapter is basically for her) idk if I can do anymore for these 4. Beta'd by the wonderful @sweetercalypso who did a beautiful job with helping me 'say' what I wanted to 'say' lmao.
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“See I told you Murph, prettiest fucking picture.” Javi runs his hand over your head, down and around so he can cup your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
You pull off his cock with a wet pop, stroke him slowly as you lean into his hand. “You’ve been talking about this?”
He huffs. “Of course. All fuckin’ week.”
You widen your eyes and bat your lashes. “You know what would be prettier?” Biting your lip you scoot over on the carpet. Hmmm? “Connie, kneeling here, gagging on your cock as I finger her wet little pussy.”
“Fuck.” Both men moan as the words leave your mouth.
You look over at Steve, his eyes blown wide and trained on you, his hands buried in Connie’s hair. At Connie who was looking between Javi’s face, his cock, and then you hungrily. “You don’t mind, do ya Steve? Give yourself a moment to… calm down.”
A bright smile affixes to his face. “The whole reason for tonight, wasn’t it?” He releases Connie’s hair and tilts his head towards you and Javi. “Go on baby, show them you’ve been practicing.” She releases him and licks her lips as she scoots over to you, you watch as her breasts jiggle with her movement, bouncing gently; bigger, fuller than before Olivia. They were just a handful before, for your hands at least, and you often fantasized about being able to fit the whole thing in your mouth.
Once she settles, you lean forward, brushing her hair to the side and pressing your lips against her soft shoulder, your other hand sliding across her hip to her stomach, splaying your fingers across her soft belly. Gently gathering her hair in your fist, you push Connie forward, chin on her shoulder, “Saw how well you were taking Steve, being such a good girl. Taking that big cock in your throat,” you murmur, watching as she grabs hold of Javi, the way his cock jolts in her hand, Javi’s dark eyes flicking from her to you and back as Connie’s lips part and she takes his tip in her mouth with a moan.
Javi’s head falls back, “Oh fuck Connie, baby. Just like that.” His hands fist the sheets on either side of himself as Connie lowers her head, hollowing her cheeks as she goes. You just watch, hand still in her hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding. The hand on her stomach dips down, plays with the band of her pretty little blue panties, the ones that match Steve’s eyes. An open mouthed kiss to her shoulder as your fingers dip under the band, through her coarse curls and into the dampness of her sex.
Tongue gliding across her shoulder and up her neck, your fingers search out her clit, applying the barest amount of pressure and circling. Connie widens her knees for you, moaning with her lips still around Javi, her hips chasing your fingers as you kiss and suck at her neck. “So wet already, Connie?” You whisper, looking over to see her head down, nose buried in Javi’s sparse hair. “Look at you, taking Javi’s cock like it’s nothin’.”
“Hey!” Javi moans out as he pushes himself up on his elbows.
She pulls off with a pop, stroking his cock and turning to look at you, a string of saliva at the corner of her mouth. “I had a good teacher.” You lean forward, pressing your lips against hers, licking into her mouth, tasting Steve and Javi on her tongue.
Pulling back slightly, your gaze flicks to Steve, his eyes half lidded as he watches you two, his weeping, beautiful cock in hand. “And you had a good partner to practice with.”
Steve licks his lips. “Why don’t y’all get up here on the bed, get comfortable?”
Connie moans as your fingers do another pass on her clit. “But I haven’t made Connie come yet,” you pout up at him.
“Come on baby, you can make me come on the bed.” Connie reaches down and grabs your wrist.
Javi leans forward. “Let me taste, carino.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, “Maybe I wanna taste Javi, did you think of that?” Holding your hand up between you, you lean forward, sliding your fingers against each other, tongue out, heading for your pointer finger. Javi mimics you, grabbing your wrist from Connie - who scoots back to her spot by Steve.
“Good thing you have two fingers covered then.” He pops your middle finger in his mouth, tongue swirling around the digit and moaning, prompting you to quickly pop your pointing finger in your mouth. Your lips connect with Javi’s as you suck Connie’s come off your fingers.
Javi pulls your hand away from your mouth and plants his lips on yours as he pulls you up into his lap, trapping his cock between the two of you as you straddle his lap.
With a growl, he rolls you onto the mattress, gently bumping into Steve and Connie who’d already found their places on the bed, Steve’s hand between Connie’s legs as he murmurs in her ear. Your eyes trail up from his hand to her chest.
“Connie, you’re leaking honey.” You shove Javi’s shoulder to get him to sit up.
Her eyes pop open and she looks down. “Aw shit. I fed and pumped before we left for dinner. Thought I’d be fine until her nighttime feeding.” 
Steve removes his hands and reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing a tissue for her. You watch a few drops leak down across her stomach. “Do you need to go pump?” 
Connie dabs at her chest and sighs. “I probably should, or at least go in the bathroom and express it into the sink. Not like Olivia can have it anyway since I drank at dinner.”
Your mouth starts to salivate. “Have you tasted it?” Your eyes lock onto Steves.
He smiles. “It’s kinda like sugar water? Sometimes like cantaloupe or cucumbers. Depends on what she’s had to eat that day.”
Javi sits up, interested as well. “And expressing it is just… milking yourself?”
“Basically, but it shouldn’t take me long-” She starts to get off the bed.
“Now hold on there, sweetheart.” Javi reaches out, grabbing onto her hand gently as his eyes flicker towards you to assess your interest. “Could we… help you with it?”
“Or does that weird you out?” you interject, seeing the unreadable look on her face. 
“N-no. It doesn’t weird me out. I thought it’d weird you guys out if y’all were sucking on them and then suddenly milk in your mouth.” 
She cups Javi’s jaw. “Is that what you want?” Talking softly, her gaze slides over to you. “What you both want?”
“If only you knew how long I wanted to taste your pretty little tits.” Javi stands, still holding her hand to his chest. “Do you need anything? For after?” 
Connie shakes her head and Javi kisses her hand before dropping it and rounds the bed, climbing in and settling down on the other side. “If you wanna lay here, then mi amor, you next to her? Steve behind you? Then we can really get this show on the road before you two have to go back upstairs.”
Steve helps Connie out of her panties before she crawls over, giving her a little swat as you grab the other cheek and squeeze, feeling your clit throb at the sight of her wet hole. 
“You know Connie…” Your voice trails off as she looks at you over her shoulder, and the image makes your heart thud in your chest.
“Yeah?”
“Your husband got to play for two nights, I think you’re due for a weekend away from the baby.” 
Javi helps Connie get comfortable, his mouth immediately latching onto a breast with a deep moan, his hand gliding down her stomach to her pussy.
“Didn’t get two whole nights.” Steve grumbles as he leans back on the headboard.
Tearing your eyes away from your husband and your best friend, you crawl over to Steve and kneel beside him, wrapping a hand around his cock.
“Not like we’re gonna be fucking her the whole time,” you murmur into his ear. “I helped her with the throat thing, maybe in those two nights I can help her with the ass thing.” 
He closes his eyes and leans his head back, moaning as you jerk him off. 
“Just think about it – Javi fucking her cunt, you in her ass, me on Javi’s face.” His cock twitches in your hand and you smile. “Or you and Javi can switch places, and you can eat me out while you fuck your wife’s pretty cunt.”
“Ah- fuck baby,” He groans, putting his hand over yours and stopping your movement. “You better stop that if you want me to fuck your pretty cunt.”
A hand lands gently on your back as Connie moans your name. Steve tilts his head towards Connie, the corners of his mouth tilting into a smile, and you give him a firm squeeze before rolling over and laying next to her. Milk trickles down her breast and you lap it up, the sweet taste of the milk mixing with the salty taste of the day’s sweat on her skin. Connie moans, gripping onto Javi’s head as he suckles on her tit, his fingers buried between her thighs.
Latching onto her other breast, your hand moves down to join Javi’s, nudging this thumb from her clit to take over, her body writhing under the both of you. You feel Steve move, the bed dipping as he scoots down and settles between your thighs.
Milk floods your mouth. Steve was right, a little sweet, but it’s warmer and more watery than you were expecting. Your fingers gently circle her clit as Javi whispers in her ear. You can’t hear the growling words he shares with her, but you feel his hand moving below yours and you can guess what he’s doing as Connie’s body gives a little jolt and a long drawn out moan passes from her lips. Steve’s tongue parts your lips as he swipes at your clit, pulling the same sound from you.
“Such a good girl,” Javi growls against Connie’s neck. “Letting me fill both her tight holes.”
“Ugh fuck, harder, please, I’m so close,” Connie moans, burying her face in Javi’s hair.
“Harder? S’that what you want?”
“Mmhmm.”
“You heard her, mi amor.” 
You did, and while Steve was eating you out, he heard as well, his mouth working faster on you, harder, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. He pushes a thick finger into your slick hole, then adds another after a few pumps, pushing deep, curling them, dragging them out slowly. You moan around Connie’s nipple, your fingers faltering on her clit as Steve works.
Connie’s body stiffens under your touch, her mouth falling open as a whine tears through her. You can hear Javi whispering to her, can feel her body responding to his filthy words, his lips right up against her ear.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuck, I’m coming!” Javi covers her mouth with his, swallowing her shouts.
Her noises push you closer and closer to your own orgasm. You remove your hand from her clit and lay back on the bed as she bucks beside you. Your fingers work through Steve’s hair as you pull him closer, rubbing your pussy against his face. 
“Oh God, Steve, fuck,” whimpering, you screw your eyes shut.
“Nuh-uh baby, eyes on me.” His fingers and mouth slow down, and you know if you don’t look, he’ll stop. You pry your eyes open and push up on your elbows, looking down at his smiling face as the pressure builds inside you.
“Good girl, just like that.” He lowers his mouth once more, sucking your clit between his lips and flicking his tongue against it. Your hips buck with each swipe, perfectly timed to match the drag of his fingers.
Nails digging into your own palms, you keep your eyes on his, and it isn’t long until the pressure that was building low in your belly boils over and you come, walls squeezing his fingers, Steve’s name tumbling repeatedly from your mouth until Connie’s lips crash on yours. Her hand gropes at your chest as your body shakes with aftershocks, Steve’s hand and mouth slowly working you through it.
Steve finally removes himself from your body, pressing kisses to your thighs before sitting up. Connie sighs happily against your lips before laying her head down on the pillow next to you, her hand resting on your chest, her other hand grabbing onto yours before the both of you dissolve into a fit of giggles and soft touches.
“We definitely should’ve done this sooner,” you whisper to her, folding your hands over hers.
“Well, we’re doing it now. Better late than never, you know?” 
Then she’s pulled away from you with a laugh and the bed bounces as Javi and Steve move almost as one, condoms in hand, moving between the other wifes legs.
You watch Steve’s face, his blown out eyes traveling up your body. He smiles when he gets to your face, bending low until his lips meet yours, tongue pushing into your mouth, dancing around yours. You cup the back of his head, fingers combing through his hair, your other hand clutching at his back as your legs wrap around his waist.
He pulls back and trails kisses down your jaw, your neck, slowly sitting up. You look up at his flushed face, his hair plastered to his forehead, eyes blown wide. You squeeze him with your thighs and moan. “Fuck me, Steve.” 
From the movement beside you, you know that Connie and Javi have already started fucking, and god it made you so wet thinking about Javi fucking her. But right now your sights are locked onto Steve as he rips open the condom and slides it on, as he rubs his cock through your folds and then lines up at your entrance.
“This what you want, baby?” 
You whimper and nod as you grab onto the backs of your thighs to hold yourself open for him. He moans ‘fuck’ and slowly pushes into you.
You watch his face as his cock fills you up, your pussy stretching to accommodate him; scooting himself closer to you on his knees.
“Oh- fuck.” He bottoms out and you stretch your legs to rest on his shoulders, grabbing onto the back of his head and pulling him down for a kiss. 
“God, you’re so deep,” you whisper to him between kisses.
Steve moves slowly, dragging his cock out and snapping back into you with a grunt. “Feel so fucking good baby, so tight.”
“Faster, please.” Whining, you nip at his jaw, pulling him closer to you.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. Gonna make this last, baby. Wanna feel this tight little pussy around me for as long as I can.”
He feels so good, so big, so deep inside you. His cock is practically kissing your cervix at this angle, gently brushing up against your g-spot with each stroke. “God, fuck, Steve.” 
Clinging to his shoulders, practically bent in half, you hold onto him, pressure building slowly in your belly.
The bed bounces and Connie’s hair falls against your shoulders. You and Steve look over to see that she’s now face down on the bed, Javi pounding into her as he grips her hips, the bed muffling her sounds but Javi’s grunts and growls filling the room.
He sees you watching and smiles. “You like watching me fuck your friend cariño? And look at you, getting fucked by another man. How’s he feel, mi amor?”
You look back to Steve, cup his face with your hands and look into his eyes. “He feels wonderful, thank you.”
Steve kisses your hand and then looks over to Connie, grabs her ass and squeezes. “How are you, baby?”
“God, fuck, harder Javi, harder, harder, please.”
Javi smirks at Steve. “I think she’s doing good amigo. She’s gonna sleep so good tonight, you’re gonna be on feeding duty.”
You look from Javi and Connie, to Steve who was now sitting up, not moving, just watching his wife get fucked, like he forgot his dick was in you. You let your legs fall from his shoulders and sit up on your elbows, that drags Steve’s eyes back to you.
“Sorry.” He grins and reaches for your legs.
“Nuh-uh.” You wrap yourself around his waist. “Switch places with me.”
He leans down, wraps his arms around you, and switches places with you quickly, staying inside you, and lays down. Adjusting yourself, you grind against him to give your clit some friction, sighing happily as you move. His hands fall down to your hips, slowly moving you back and forth. Hands on his chest, you brace yourself and start moving faster. Javi and Connie shake the bed, Connie’s moans flowing through you, straight to your core. Hearing your partner has always made you come faster, but listening to your husband pleasure another?
“Ah fuck,” Steve moans, reaches up to grope your breast. “Come on baby, come on.”
You smile, lean down and press a kiss to his chest. “What happened to taking it slow?”
He wraps his strong arms around you and holds you down, sweaty chest against sweaty chest, his hips thrusting against you. He mashes his lips against your head. “Mmmm, feel too good.” 
Tilting your head up, you press kisses to his chin and neck. His cock pounds into you, pounding all thoughts out of your head except how good he feels. Burying your face in his chest, you hold on, whimpering; Connie’s cries of ecstasy mingle with Javi’s grunts, with Steve’s huffs as he fucks you.
“Ooohhh, oh fuck Steve,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel it start to crest.
“I know baby, come on.” Steve growls at you, his fingers digging into your hips. A few more thrusts and then euphoria washes over you. You walls squeeze his cock as you come wordlessly, mouth open. 
“Fuck. There you are, atta girl. Fuck, you’re so…ughhhmmm” You feel him pulsing inside you, his hips slowing, and then stopping. “Fuck.” He starts petting and kissing at your head, as you lay on him, rising and falling with his heavy pants. You open your eyes to see Connie laying next to you, her face turned to you with a smile.
Javi comes into view, pressing a kiss to Connie’s head, then leaning over and placing one on yours, then, to your surprise, a quick one to Steve’s shoulder. “You okay baby?” You nod.
“Okay, I’ll get the washcloths to clean up.” A soft, reassuring hand to your back, and then he’s off to the bathroom.
You reach out to push the hair out of Connie’s face, tucking it behind her ear. “You okay?”
She laughs and scoots closer to you and Steve. “Fantastic. When can we do this again?”
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wysteria-clad · 1 year
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'I want a baby' challenge with Boyd characters
Steve Murphy
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Quinn Mckenna
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Donald Pierce
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The Corinthian
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Ty Shaw
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mlmxreader · 1 year
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Exhaustion | Steve Murphy x m!reader
@areyouwaiting asked: “For fuck’s sake… alright, I’ll patch you up” and "Stop biting your lip" for Steve Murphy x male reader cause I just remembered how hot that bitch is
thanks <33
summary: Steve's tired, and you're tired, but it seems like neither of you can catch a break when a phone call comes.
tws: swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption
MASH was playing on the television as you relaxed on the sofa, swigging a beer and thanking your lucky stars that you didn't have to go to work for another two days; an old copy of All Quiet on the Western Front sat on the table beside you, the corner of the most recent page turned and folded and next to it, the beer left a soft ring of shining condensation on the light coloured oak. The door unlocked right as the adverts came on, forcing you to turn around and take your feet off of the sofa as you watched it open, Steve walking in with a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair and clenched his jaw; he had been to see Connie after work, had a few beers with her and talked about his day, asked her about her new boyfriend and listened attentively as she explained that he was an army surgeon, a Captain, and that he was lovely, she was in love and as Steve looked at you now, he realised he was, too. Handsome as ever, even with the marks of exhaustion painted across your features. Steve couldn't even attempt to keep the smile from his face as he tilted his head and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest and just looking at you. You, his dashing and charming and dazzling and handsome boyfriend. Thank fuck Peña had introduced you.
You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat as you took a swig from the bottle and placed it back beside the book, trying not to yawn as you stretched and got up; it felt like your bones had not been moved for years, stiff in the joints and aching as you made your way over to Steve, taking his face in your hands and gently running your thumb up and down his cheek as you smiled. You were both so tired, so exhausted and so spent that just looking at one another was enough for the moment.
It was enough until Steve cleared his throat, and dared to speak. "Do we have any more beer?"
You pulled away, letting that yawn finally get the better of you as you nodded and dragged yourself over to the fridge, opening it and grabbing him one. His fingertips ghosted yours as you handed him the bottle. "You're not hurt this time, are you?"
Steve shook his head as he cracked the bottle open with a lighter and flicked the cap into the bin. "No, just a little tired... y'know, Connie suggested we go on a double date."
"Not this week," you said weakly, grabbing the cigarettes and lighting one up. The ending theme tune to the show played, nearly blaring from the television. "I'm sorry, you know I love Connie and I'd love to meet that Benjamin guy, but... I'm fucking exhausted."
"She'll understand," he replied quietly, coming to stand beside you with his head on your shoulder. "She knows we don't exactly work easy jobs. We can figure out a day."
You nodded again, humming quietly as you leaned your head against his and sighed heavily, the cigarette smoke streaming from your lips as you closed your eyes for a moment. "Yeah, I'm sure we can."
Steve was about to speak, about to grumble something so soft and so gentle when the phone rang; although sluggish, you did your best to rush over to the phone, picking it up and frowning as you listened to the person on the other end, the cigarette dangling from your lips. You hummed and you nodded as Steve watched you carefully, but then you took a look around and sighed heavily.
"Oh, for fuck's sake... alright, I'll patch you up," you huffed. "Yeah, yeah, of course you'll fucking pay me for it... yeah, I know, alright. Alright, yeah. Yeah, it's just me and Steve... yeah, okay. Alright. In a bit."
You practically slammed the phone down, looking at Steve as you took the cigarette from your lips and started to chew at the inside of your top lip, brows furrowed. "Fuckin' Carrillo got himself in a scrap."
Steve swallowed thickly, licking his lips as he sniffled a little before nodding slowly. "He okay?"
"Just the usual," you explained, although the exhaustion was easy to hear in your voice, "nothing too bad that it can't be helped, thankfully."
"Stop biting your lip," Steve said softly, crossing the room over to you and sighing as he dared to take note of just how fucking tired you looked. "Why didn't you say no? You're exhausted."
"Because it's Horacio," you huffed. "And as much as it knackers me out, he's my mate, and I gotta... I gotta help him."
"I'll help," he told you. "If you're gonna tire yourself out more... might as well give you a hand."
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Lionhearted
Steve Murphy x gn!reader
Word count 2,7k
Warnings: Werecreature AU, Were-lion!Steve, whump, aftermath of a shooting, blood, wounds, magic and self-healing, sort of a kiss from a lion (that’s a thing now, yup)
A/N: It’s been a moment since I’ve written anything, but Sam ( @green-socks​ ) and I started talking about were-lion Steve Murphy and things kind of spiraled from there. I have to give her all the credit, because without Sam, I don’t think I would’ve been able to put two words together for this one or any other story. This is for you darling, thank you for giving me the bump and breathing life into this ❤️ 
It’s not beta’ed, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone. It’s also set somewhere within canon events while ignoring several things that happen in the canon. I don’t make the rules, the supernatural just swept me away.  
I hope you enjoy! 
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He feels like he’s underwater. 
His ears are clogged, no longer ringing but full of pressure. His eyes are watery, making everything blurry and wobbly and his body feels like it weighs a ton. The only things reminding him of reality are the pulsing, bleeding, and throbbing sensations on his lower belly, the stickiness of his blood, and the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his fever-hot skin. 
The wound.
In an instant, Steve is launched backward to see the sicario turn in his heels again and aim at the DEA agents with his gun. Then suddenly his memory jumps forward and it’s an all-blinding flash and a bang and everything hurts. 
Something yanks his shoulder - someone, his mind corrects - bringing him back to reality, and Steve groans in pain. His feet drag, slipping in the hot concrete as he is pulled around yet another corner. 
“Fucking gringo, trying to play the hero and getting in the way of a fucking bullet! Fuck you Murphy, we are not dragging your dead ass body out of the comuna, you hear me?!” 
Steve barely listens to the words of his partner Javier Peña cursing at him. It’s nothing new, the other man is always grumbling and moaning and bitching at him. That all can wait, he has more important things to worry about now. Steve’s blurry blue eyes try to focus, barely making out the shape running in front of him and Peña, gun aimed forward to secure the route.
You. 
The very reason he jumped when the gun was cocked and why the bullet hit him and not its intended target. 
He’s been halfway in love with you since the first time you entered his and Javier’s room, with the no-fucks-given attitude and quick banter with a foul mouth that could rival even the dirtiest sailor knocking him dead on his ass from the get-go. And the longer he’s gotten to spend in your company, the larger his feelings have grown until they are ready to burst out of his chest at any given moment. 
But he’s sure you don’t return his feelings. Sure, you flirt lightly with both him and Peña, as one does to survive this hell, but it didn’t mean anything. It was just harmless teasing between partners. He sighs internally, his pining was bordering on pathetic really. But he’d done what any man in love would do, protect the person he loves and he has zero regrets about that one. 
“Better… me…” He wheezes and Peña snorts next to his ear. 
“Better none of us, you idiot. But I know.” Peña mumbles, all too familiar with the candle his blonde partner holds for the third member of their team. It might’ve come up during a few of their more liquid excursions to the local bar late at night. He sighs softly, before tucking Murphy closer to him. 
“C’mon, we got to get you to a hospital. Agent!” Javier yells, making Steve wince and groan again when the shorter man jerks him forward again. “Any luck finding a vehicle?”
“None!” You yell back, eyes scanning the area to locate a car. 
“No… hos… hospital,” Steve croaks, the beast inside him rattling at the cages for the opportunity to be let out. It’s been agitated ever since the team left the safety of the Embassy to check out the latest tip on locating Escobar and now it’s down-right aggravated at the wound throbbing in his ribs. 
He can tell the beast wants to heal itself, let the magic coursing in his veins work their thing. He’s not immortal, not by any means, but having the ability to heal does come in handy when he’s severely wounded. The power of the supernatural, he thinks wryly but is inclined to agree with the lion. The wound is not deadly, at least not immediately, and trying to find a doctor who is willing to treat supernaturals is hard, even in a place that thrives on the mystic and things that cannot be explained. Him shifting to his lion form privately and letting the magic work it’s thing on the wound is his best bet. 
“Heal… heal fas-faster. As my other... self.”
Steve can feel Peña stiffen beside him before training takes over and the darker man nods. He has told Javier about his condition and abilities a few months back on a stakeout where nothing happened apart from a little liquid courage and, despite the obvious shock from the older man, Javier had taken the fact that his partner is a were-lion on a stride. He hoists the hand under Steve’s armpit up, making the wound jostle again. 
Steve grits his teeth, feeling the warm liquid burst out from between his fingers, and hopes it’s not too late for a shift. It requires tons of energy and he is depleting by the minute. He groans out something illegible, maybe a curse, and that seems to settle the mind of his partner. The look on Peña’s face is grim but determined when he turns to yell at you again.
“Agent! Find us an empty house, now!” 
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You dig through the cabinets at the abandoned house, cursing inwardly when you only encounter dry dust and empty cans. It’s clear that this house has been empty for a while now, looted to the bare bones by people living close by. 
It’s futile, but it gives you something to do while Javi gets Steve settled in the back room, away from the windows so he can rest and stem the bleeding until help arrives. It’s that or until you find something you can use to help your partner, the man you’ve fallen in love with, to survive until you can figure out a way to call for help.
Large boots clack against the cracked floor tiles and the shadow of one of your partners fills the chipped doorway. Tight jeans hug muscular thighs and there are one too many buttons open on Javier’s black shirt when he runs a tired hand across his face. 
“Steve’s settled for now.” He sighs, obviously still feeling the aftereffects of the attack and no doubt blaming himself for it. He’s tired, angry, wired to the tightest string all at once. “Found anything? Booze, gauze, keys to a Corvette?” 
You crack a wry smile before shaking your head for negative. He sighs again before leaning back against the wall, paint chipping and falling on his shoulder. Not that Javier notices it, his eyes are fixed somewhere in the horizon. 
“How soon can we go out in search of help?” You ask, knowing full well all your phones are with your car, miles and miles away from where you are now. One of you would have to venture out in search of something, but it’s dangerous going at it alone. 
“We stay here,” Javier grits out, and anger flares inside you. How can he expect you to do nothing when Steve is bleeding out in the next room?! You bang the cabinet door close a little too harshly and the cracked wood splinters with the force you give it. You pay it no mind, glaring daggers at the man. To his credit, Javi glares right back, not backing an inch.
“Listen to me Agent,” he finally voices out loud, the tense air growing thicker by the second. “Murphy knows what he’s doing, we just gotta give him the time.”
“What time?! Peña, he’s fucking bleeding out in there! We have to do something!” 
“We are.” 
“What the fuck are you talking about?!”
Javier steps closer, placing a hand on your shoulder and searching your eyes until they are locked into his. There is something unknown in his gaze, but you recognize the compassion and the worry he also holds for his partner. 
“We just gotta trust Steve on this, okay? He knows what he’s doing, this is his best shot…” he lets the words drift off and your eyebrows lift up in surprise. 
“His best shot?” You question, the anger in your veins slowly cooling. Javier looks a bit uneasy, unsure how to respond. In the end, he just shrugs helplessly before rubbing the back of his neck. 
“I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it once he’s able, cariño,” the nickname slips from between his lips, and your own curl into a small smile. Maybe in another life, you and Javi might’ve been more than friends, but not when your heart calls for Steve. You both know it and relish the friendship between you that’s been forged in the fires of the Colombian drug war. He’s one of your closest friends and you, like Steve and Javier, would put your life on the line for these two men at any given moment.  
You fall silent after that, standing in the crumbling kitchen while the hot sun blazes through the windows. It isn’t until a large, painful growl rips through the house that you find yourself running towards the back room, Javier hot on your heels. 
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Steve hopes Peña can keep you away, he doesn’t want you to see this. He’s begun the shift but it isn’t easy, the blood loss more severe than he calculated. He’s clinging to his final strength by his fingernails when he urges his lion to come forward faster.
It’s unpleasant on the best of days, but now it seems that his entire body is fighting the transformation from the man to the apex predator he is deep inside. But slowly he wills the lion to step up to the ladder; the gold of his hair has started to grow, spreading down his cheeks and neck, covering him in a mane large and thick that continues down his pectorals and stomach. 
It’s the first moment when his bones start to elongate and expand that Steve can’t hold in the growl of pain any longer. He whips his head up, the mane ruffling around his head as he howls out, his chest doubling in size with his arms turning into legs and paws. It almost takes him out, making him pass out on the floor but he hangs onto his consciousness with bared teeth. 
Steve can hear two sets of feet stomp down the hallway and he wishes he had the energy to crawl up and lock the door, but he doesn’t. He wills the transformation to go even faster, feeling the final step of his tailbone grow and crack but it’s too late. The door to the room opens and even through blurry eyes, Steve can see you stand in the doorway. 
“Holy…” You whisper, rooted to the spot and it’s the first time Steve regrets not being able to talk in this form. He can only growl out his displeasure and sorrow at you seeing him like this. 
A beast. 
A monster.
An abomination. 
A freak.
But you seem to have one final trick up your sleeve. Where many have run before after seeing the huge lion in the same room, with no barriers or safeguards in between, you step closer slowly. He watches silently as you enter the room and walk until you are beside him.  Steve already feels better, his body and the beast working to replace the blood lost and cinching the torn skin back together, but the physical pain is only part of this. You hold his entire being in your hands and you have the ability to wreak far more havoc in him than any bullet could if this encounter goes south.  
“Hey Steve,” you whisper before kneeling next to him. His hearing is better now so he can pick up the awe in your voice. Are you in awe of him, he wonders, confused. Why? What for? He’s used to fear, terror, and hate, not awe. If anyone is in awe, it’s him for you since you don’t seem to fear him at all. You are truly fearless and his heart grows in size. The fact that you are not shying away just cements his love for you. 
You look at his form and the rapidly healing wound on his stomach, brows knitted before your face relaxes completely.
“I can’t believe it! I always thought werewolves were the only supernatural creatures,” you breathe out and hold your hand out to sink into his golden mane. He barely resists the urge to purr, the sensation of your fingers brushing his thick skin heavenly. “But I guess it makes sense. Huh. Never thought I’d see the day. You are a man of many layers, aren’t you Steve Murphy?” You grin and he returns the gesture, showing his large teeth. His action makes you giggle and his heart soars. “You are one adorable lion, that’s for sure.” 
You turn contemplative after that. “Is this why you decided to get in between me and the bullet, your healing skills? Or is there more at play here?” You ask gently, searching his big eyes for confirmation. Your next words come out shy. “Are there warm feelings involved?”
He regrets that he cannot speak, cannot confirm what he feels but something in his gaze must say it to you without actually saying it because the beautiful smile that lights up the room tells him you understand him clearly. “Good. Because my feelings for you are definitely warm, Steve Murphy.” 
Steve turns his massive head, nuzzling closer to you and pressing his paw gently on your knee. He can’t believe it! You seem to accept him as is, literal lion heart and all. And you return his feelings! He’s giddy with it and before he can talk himself out of anything, he jumps forward.
You oomph a little at the weight of a full-grown male lion suddenly trying to act like a house cat but wrap your arm around him, curling your finger deeper into his mane and this time he cannot stop the low growly purr leaving his chest. His head turns in pleasure when you keep scratching him at the right spot. 
“We’ll talk after you’ve healed, okay? I can’t wait to hear all about this,” you mumble happily into his fur and Steve can feel your lips curl into a smile on his skin. “Just focus on getting better now. I need you in top shape, Murphy. I have plans for both of us.” 
Your words send a rush of emotion coursing in his veins and Steve leans more into you until both of you topple to the ground. You burst out laughing and the lion seems to agree, nuzzling into your body while making sure its weight does not crush you. He bumps his head against your chin again, a scratchy tongue peeking out to slobber your cheek in a kiss and you giggle again.  
“Keep it in your pants, Murphy. You can kiss properly later. There’s only so much I can handle while sober.”
Javier’s grumble from the doorway makes the lion lift its gaze up and you swear you can see the large cat giving him the trademark Murphy scowl for the interruption. It makes you laugh more and the dark-haired man shakes his head. 
“I’m off to find us a car. Change back before then, I ain’t fitting a damn lion in the backseat.” With that, Javi is off but not before you spy a little soft smile on his lips. The grump seems to have a soft heart after all. 
You turn to Steve and scratch him more behind his ear and you laugh out loud when it makes his back paw thump rhythmically on the ground. “You heard the man, Murphy.” You quip, pressing a quick kiss on his wet nose. “Change back quick once you are fully healed so we can have a proper first kiss.”
The big cat seems to agree, the glint in his large eye telling you he’d love nothing more than that. 
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hii can I get whiskey w Steve Rogers for oral/face riding?
Adjusting.
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warnings - smut. cursing.
nomad steve makes me feral. that's all. I was feeling this one.
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He's adjusting, to this new life.
He's shy. Taking it one day at a time. Reminding himself to breathe when things get overwhelming.
Soon, he finds his feet. Regains his confidence. Starts asking for things, setting boundaries, taking what he wants a little more.
He keeps surprising you. With his knowledge, new slang he uses, his ability to use a phone. He's a fast learner.
He's braver, now.
He's adjusting.
Trying to get used to the fact that women aren't as seemingly fragile as they were. They run the world more openly, now, and Steve loves it.
He loves you.
Tries to show you how much when he's got you between his sheets, kissing every inch of skin he can find. Gentle, tender, careful.
You tell him that you know he loves you, no matter what. He doesn't have to be so tentative. It doesn't change the way you look at him.
He's in a lust fuelled haze when he finds the courage.
"Sit on my face."
You choke on your breath, gasping for air.
"What?"
"You heard me, honey. Sit on my face. Now."
You've never seen him like this. Frayed at the edges, feral almost. His eyes are as dark as the wet spot between your legs.
You quirk a brow at him in challenge, but he doesn't back down. So you grant him his wish. Crawling up his body until you're hovering over his pretty face, deep gaze focused on you.
"Is this what you want?" you whisper.
"More than anything."
He's practically growling, voice lower and rougher than you've ever heard it. You owe a thanks to whatever has got him so riled up.
He tugs you down to his mouth with two strong hands around your thighs, grip hard enough that you know you'll bruise tomorrow. You can't wait.
You tangle your fingers through his golden blonde locks and tug, whining when he groans, from the depths his chest. The two of you are animalistic, finally tapping into the carnal desires that have been there all along.
You're practically riding the gorgeous ridge of his nose, reveling in the way his tongue slips inside and curls. He might not have much experience with this, but he's always been naturally gifted. He's one of those people that's good at everything.
He's groaning, humming, murmuring, enjoying this just as much as you are. Your hands almost splinter the headboard, skin pulled taut across tense knuckles. You're so close you can taste it, honey sweet and saccharine.
"Good girl. Good fuckin' girl. Come on my face, honey. Please."
It's the broken please that gets you, the desperation in his tone and the tightening grip on your hips. You see stars, dizzying and clear, blood rushing to your head. Steve doesn't let up, determined to see how pretty you look when he finally pushes you to your limit.
You collapse against his chest, leaning into his touch like a kitten. Rough fingertips trace patterns across your back, your arms, your hips. He's waiting for you to give him the green light.
You kiss him with force, tongue sliding into his mouth with no room for protest. You bite his lip and grin. America's golden boy. Lying under you with your come smeared across his face.
He leans up to whisper in your ear, rough tone filled with promise and mischief.
"I love you," he murmurs, tongue gliding across your neck. "Let me fuck you like I don't."
You've never been one to deny him. You're not about to start now.
He's adjusting, after all.
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chaotic-iguana · 9 months
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Summary: Reader suffers from lack of sleep, caused by a recent event. As she continues to overwork herself, she reaches her breaking point with near disastrous results. Starring concerned!steve murphy, chaotic idiot!steve murphy and clueless!reader. javi has my fucking heart though.
Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no use of y/n though)
Rating: M
Wordcount: 2.2k 
Warnings: fluff, mild angst, sort of a panic attack, mild MILD allusions to someone being creepy (not javi though), mild flirting, humour, lots of swearing sorry
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“I swear to fucking god Murphy, if you don’t stop bouncing your leg against the table, I’m slamming your head right into it” is the gospel that flows out of your mouth at 7 am on a Monday morning. Feels like it’s gonna be a great week.
“The hell did I do? You’d think Connie’s cookies would be enough to get you animals off my back, but no, first sign of any damn fire an’ the first person you’d throw in?” Steve huffs. “Murphy”, he repeats mockingly. You scoff and roll your eyes at him, clenching and unclenching your fists in an attempt to talk yourself down from strangling the idiot situated two feet to your left before turning back to the paperwork in front of you. The one-foot-tall, monster stack of paperwork. Right. In. Front. Of. You. And would the golden boys ever do it themselves? If they ever got a moment’s relief from jacking each other off during missions (or however the hell they manage to fumble practically every single little op), maybe. But most of the time, you were stuck with it. Because god forbid the two princesses you were partnered with ever had to so much as lift a pen themselves. Hell would freeze over.
And it isn’t like you mind. At all, really. Half your job is the paperwork, and you’re happy to get it in order - if only to avoid Noonan’s wrath. Besides, what good is an agent if they can’t do their fucking job? In its entirety; not the half-assed shit most of the men did around the embassy. But a single glimpse of yourself in the mirror while rushing to leave the house revealed that these past few weeks of skipping lunch breaks, going home late, and taking files home to work on have been catching up with you - sunken, bloodshot eyes, cracked lips, and bruises smudged under your eyes now, perpetually, since the nightmares had started. Anything to keep you busy, right?
Another aggravating side effect of the amount of work you had taken on apart from the usual? The constant irritation. Marlene’s new nails, Katie’s suspicious last lay, the stupid fucking demon alarm clock that never quite managed to wake you up, the busted tire, the broken coffee machine, Dave from accounting’s downright idiotic whistling, your pen running out of ink, and finally - Murphy’s bouncing knee banging the table every fucking millisecond, practically in tune with the pounding ache beginning to form between your brows. If you were a better person, you’d let these things go. Such is life, right? But since the lack of sleep, the increased workload and general mishappenings had already created this beautiful trifecta of shit just to screw you over, better people could go fuck themselves. As could Murphy. “Don’t use your wife’s cooking as an excuse. I’m telling you, make another sound and die.” you spit out, whirling in your chair because the incessant fucking banging still hasn’t stopped - just in time to catch Peña sauntering in, already smirking.
“Already nailing Murphy’s balls, cariño? Careful, I’ll fall in love, baby.” You can hear the laughter in his crooning voice as he throws it over his shoulder - but you don’t care - can’t care, beyond the spots that seem to be forming at the edges of your vision. Were your fingers always a bit tingly? Or is that a new development, like your tongue suddenly feeling thick and heavy in your mouth, like you’re choking on it? But even though your thoughts feel slow and weighed down by molasses, rage sparks brighter in your mind as Peña’s flirty nicknames and bullshit teasing registers. You push away from your desk, and shoot up from the chair, striding towards the door to get some air - or you try to - because before you know it, your vision is blinded by white and you’re breathing quick, shallow breaths as you lay on the ground trying to figure out what the fuck is happening. Distantly, you can hear someone calling your name but it sounds so far away you barely even register it. Hands wrap around your wrist, your head, attempting to stabilize you, to ground you, as you flail wildly in a panic. A low hum begins to fill your senses, forming words that sound to fuzzy to understand or care about right now, but you lean into it, something in your being telling you it’s safe.
When your sight clears, you’re curled up on the on the floor trembling. Shaking, like a scared fucking child, while Peña kneels to hold you to his chest, repeating the same few phrases over and over: “You’re okay, it’s okay hermosa. You’re safe. Safe. No ones gonna hurt you, it’s over now, okay?” as Murphy stands next to him, watching with panic and a hint of sympathy in his gaze. You scramble away from them both, panting, nearly slipping in your effort to get to your feet. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, pretty. You’re okay” Peña repeats his assurances with his hands held out, palms facing you, as you stand on wobbling knees, wiping at your face.
“‘M fine” is all you whisper to them hoarsely before ducking your head and rushing out of the pathetically cramped room you three work in. You can hear footsteps behind you, but can’t find it in you to turn around - not even at the panicked sounds of your name being called by a familiar voice. You’re making a scene, you know it, but you don’t care. It’s all too much, and you’re too far gone. Reaching the parking lot, you struggle to unlock your car as your trembling fingers drop the keys twice. Swearing, you resolve and pick them up again, pressing them and reaching for the door. But just before your fingers find the handle another hand - much, much larger than yours - splays out on the window to stop you, just as Peña’s signature bedhead comes into view. He looks at you with wide, concerned eyes, his mouth tucked low at the corners, like he’s disappointed. You want to melt, you do, because the melting pot of emotions you have for him make you preen at his worry - but your usual defense mechanisms humble you. And so you sharpen your claws, flash your fangs, and the hackles raise again, leaving a “What, Peña?” to come tumbling out in a tone so sharp it makes you flinch. HIs frown just deepens as his gaze rakes over your form frantically, as if checking for injury. He says nothing, pursing his lips further before snatching your wrist and tugging you behind him as he stalks to his car, opening the side door. You raise a brow at him, and he counters by jerking his head towards the car, scowling slightly. You get in, slightly confused, and wait for him to walk around and get into the drivers seat. “What the fuck, Peña? I just fainted, I’m not senile. And I don’t give a shit how mad you are, you can’t just-just drag me to your car and f-force me to get in. The fuck are you playing at?” you begin to ramble, fury somehow still rising at a dizzying speed. Peña doesn’t respond, just starts driving while looking straight ahead while you continue fumbling over a panicked rant so pathetic it sounds nonsensical to your own ears. “…And what? You just enjoy calling me s-stupid nicknames? You think it’s cute to flirt with me while I’m- while I pass out?” This one makes his nostrils flare, eyes darkening a bit while his jaw tightens just for a second before letting go. You pause for a second, getting your breath while your hands still shake in your lap. “I’m fine, it’s fine. Can I just go home please? I’ve already done the month’s paperwork for all the ops we have planned, and you can just give me the rest post-op. I’m just a bit under the weather, I just need to lie down for a bit.” you start trying to reason, but the stubborn ass just keeps driving, and alarm starts bubbling in your chest again. You look down to your lap while you fiddle with your thumbs, willing to control the irrational fear yelling at you that something’s wrong every second Peña chooses to stay silent.
“Think I was flirting with you while you passed out? Y’think I don’t see it, you working yourself to the fucking bone? Think I can’t see how you’ve stopped eating, honey? Stopped laughing like you used to? Think I don’t know how late you’ve starting going home? As ‘f I’ll ever stop waitin’ for ya to clock out first so I know you’re home okay, baby. You gotta tell me what’s wrong - this is eatin’ you up.“
Peña’s tone softens, but his harsh whisper makes you turn your head to look at him. He sounds so…tortured, as if he’s the one suffering. He glances your way, locking eyes with you for a second before turning his head back to the road. You sit there and practically gape at him, your jaw slack as your head whirls. Peña knows? No, wait, he waits? For you to go home so you’re safe? He cares? What the fuck? Confused, all that comes out of your mouth is a mighty elegant open-mouthed “huh?” before you blink at him, waiting for him to continue.
“You gotta know by now, sweetheart. Gotta see how I’ve been lookin’ at you. You’re the smartest fuckin’ agent I’ve seen, with the balls to take down men I’d sweat to be ‘n the same room with. You swear like a sailor, an’ make me laugh till I’m chokin’ on my own damn cigarette. Tell me what’s hurtin’ you, honey. I can’t promise I’ll fix it, but I can swear to you I’ll damn well try my best.” He responds, turning to hold your gaze as his own eyes widen, and his brows turn down. Puppy eyes, you think. 
Your brain has gone from hazy to too fucking clear in a matter of five minutes, and now it feels like your thoughts are gonna come ripping out of your head. So you just blink at him, again, before reaching an unsteady hand out to cup his cheek. “I’m okay, I swear. Just-you remember that deal I had to cut last month? With the sicario? For intel on that lab?” Peña nods, and you continue. “Fucker led me to a dead end. Ambushed me. O-only got out ‘cause his gun jammed, and his child-soldier ran away. I just-this is so fucking dumb I’ve been in worse but- I can’t get it out of my head. The shit he said to me, the way he looked at me, t-touched me. I should be dead or worse, Peña. And I nearly was.“ you look down again, ashamed of the truth that’s spilling out of your mouth. It’s so small, so weak, you just want to fold into yourself and never come out. Your voice wobbles towards the end, tears filling your eyes as you turn your head away from the man you’ve wanted for so long to save whatever dignity you still have left. “‘N I can’t sleep anymore. Just see- or feel him every time. So thought I’d work for a bit. Clearly didn’t fucking work out, though.” small hiccups have started to punctuate your words, testament to the tears now flowing down your cheeks. Peña pulls up to an unfamiliar building and turns to you.
“‘S Javi, honey. Look at me, pretty baby.” He cradles your chin between his thumb and his forefinger to turn your head towards him. “None of that was stupid, okay? Come lie down at my place. I’ll sit in a damn chair next to you and fight him away if he comes in your dreams, sweetheart, okay? Nothin’ to be ‘fraid of. Never letting any fuckers near you again.” Javi leans in to brush a kiss to your forehead before stepping out of the car and hooking his index and middle finger to beckon you too. You step out of the truck and towards him, smiling while swiping at your face. “Didn’t know this was what the girls meant every time they bragged about sleeping with you” you snark softly, with a teasing grin on your face as you reach him. Javi rolls his eyes playfully before unlocking the door.
“Ain’t gotta do no sleepin’ you don’t want to, honey. You’re here to get some rest. Be a good girl and sleep f’me, and I’ll keep you up for as long as you like after,” he  throws over his shoulder with a matching grin and a wink.
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Feelings are Fatal (Javier Peña x f!Reader)
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A/N: omg whatttttt amhrosina writing a fic about someone not in a marvel show/movie???? whatttt???? the people who know me in person (& one of my fav mutuals) knew this was coming. what can I say? it’s pedro fucking pascal and i've been in love with him since GOT lol enjoy this angst fest!  
request: rosi i noticed that you added pedro pascal to your writing list so im requesting a fic with javi comforting dea reader after a family member/friend dies. soft javi, maybe reader is drinking and theres an established but secret relationship. feel free not to write it if you dont like it but i saw your authors note about pedro and figured i would ask
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Summary: Javi comforts reader after she gets terrible news and is forced to confront the depth of his feelings for her. Steve confronts Javi about his secret relationship.
(Warnings: angst, mentions of death, grief, minor injuries, alcohol, Javi is a grump but is a soft!boy w reader, cursing, lots of cigarettes lol, feelings are hard for javi)
The second you heard the receiver click on the other end of the line, the bulky phone slipped from your hand and tumbled to the floor. The booming crack of the plastic smacking the tile, followed by the trinkle of the pieces cascading across the floor, were the only sounds you could hear in the bullpen. You tried to find something to focus on, eyes glazing over as your heartbeat pounded in your ears. You scanned the area around you, skipping over Murphy’s concerned gaze and landing on Javi’s empty chair.  
Mierda. (Shit.) He was still chasing a lead in Cali, and he wasn’t supposed to be home until early tomorrow morning. It’s not like he would be able to do anything for you right now anyways, considering you were surrounded by people who would out your relationship in half a second if it meant their career might be boosted because of it, but his reassuring presence was something you sorely needed at the moment.  
Your chest tightened as you processed what your dad had just murmured through the phone. You had been sitting when you answered the phone, but at some point, you must’ve stood, because you were currently white knuckling the back of your chair.  
Murphy rolled his chair into your eyeline, waving his hands in the air. Everything around you sounded muffled, almost like you were under water, and you couldn’t focus on anything for longer than a few seconds. You ran through the tricks you knew off the top of your head to stave off a panic attack. You tried to take a deep breath, you counted the tiles on the floor, hell, you even tried to find five things you could see, but the rapidly rising pace of your heartbeat, and the shallow breaths you could barely manage told you your panic attack was in full swing already. 
A gentle presence on your wrist sent a shock through you so prevalent that you snapped to attention and the world suddenly got very loud. Murphy was standing in front of you with wide eyes, murmuring your name, while the lucky few agents that happened to be in the bullpen when your phone rang stood a few feet back, observing you with keen interest. You weren’t stupid enough to believe they cared about your wellbeing. Nosy fuckers.  
Your hands clenched into fists, shaking slightly. The indent of your nails pressing into your palm was a steady ache, one that you absolutely needed if you were going to walk out of the office without incident. And you knew that was where you needed to go. Away from here, away from the DEA’s bullshit bureaucracy, away from Pablo Escobar and his sicarios. You stumbled away from Murphy, turning on your heels when you reached the lip of the bottom stair. You would explain everything to everyone later, when you could think again. ‘If you still have a job later, pendeja (asshole/idiot),’ you thought miserably. 
You barely remember jumping into your front seat, nor starting the car, nor pulling out of the police headquarters lot. You had a vague awareness that you arrived home when you unlocked your front door, but you were stuck in autopilot, and couldn’t bear to think about why you were stuck in autopilot.  
You eyed the bottle of liquor Javi had left in your kitchen the last time he was here and sighed. Yes, you thought, that’s perfect. 
Javi was driving like a maniac, and he didn’t give two shits about it. When Steve had called earlier, he hadn’t been able to give any details about their partner’s bizarre behavior, other than her hasty departure from DEA headquarters after a strange phone call. Steve was puzzled, but otherwise not too concerned about her. Javi, on the other hand, had carefully untangled himself from his business in Cali and hopped on the next available and inconspicuous flight home he could manage.  
He could feel in his gut that something was wrong, and he couldn’t leave his girl hanging, job or no job. He wasn’t any closer to capturing Escobar anyways and had already determined that his trip to Cali was a colossal waste of time and resources before Steve had called him.  
He’d been pulled away from DEA headquarters for long enough, and this was the perfect excuse for him to high tail it out of Cali and come home. He was tired, and he missed his conejita (bunny – term of endearment), and even though he’d never admit it, he missed Murphy’s early morning grumblings too.  
He peeled into the nearest parking spot he could find to the apartment building and hurdled himself out of the driver’s seat. When he entered the building, he eyed the door at the top of the stairs. Dark – either Murphy was still at the office, asleep, or sitting in his apartment in complete darkness. His apartment was also dark, but a soft glow emitted from under his conejita’s door, and he breathed a sigh of relief.  
He considered using the key she had given him for emergencies. Did this count as an emergency? He sure thought so, but he didn’t want to startle her, so he knocked on the door with anxious trepidation. He waited, straining to listen through the door for any sign of life inside the apartment. There was nothing, and then there was the loud crash of something glass hitting the floor, and Javi was through the door before she could let out a yelp.  
She was on her hands and knees, hunched on the floor by her couch. Broken glass was all over the floor around her, though Javi couldn’t tell what she’d broken. He was more concerned for her palms and kneecaps, all of which were being pushed into the broken glass shards with little resistance on her end. He rushed to her side, lifting her off of the glass and into his arms.  
“Javi?” She slurred, raising her chin in a defiant gesture.  
“Cariño (honey), what happened?” He noted the way she slurred her words and the fact that her cheeks were tinted pink. “Have you been drinking?”  
“Have you been drinking, Agent Grumpy?” She pouted, trying to mimic the way Javi’s lips would poke out when he was upset about something.  
Clearly, she’d been drinking, but Javi couldn’t figure out what might’ve spurred this behavior. Out of him, Murphy, and her, she was the most levelheaded of the trio, and the least likely to drown her sorrows in a bottle of liquor. Dread coiled in his gut. Something awful must’ve gone down while he was gone, and he couldn’t help but feel like the idiot that couldn’t keep up. 
“Baby,” he murmured, carefully navigating through the millions of tiny glass shards all over her living room floor, “¿Que paso (what happened)?”  
“I dropped the bottle.” She breathed, clutching onto his shirt with her bloody hands. He didn’t care. He’d use a hundred of his shirts to stop her bleeding. He carefully set her down in a kitchen chair, untangling his limbs from hers. She seemed more alert now, more awake than when he’d busted through the door moments before. The cuts on her hands and knees were probably to blame for that, but Javi couldn’t breathe a sigh of relief yet. First, he had to find a first aid kit.  
Every agent was trained in basic first aid, and if they felt like being kiss-asses, they could take classes to get certified in trauma response. Javi hadn’t felt like being a kiss-ass, but he knew he way around a first aid kit. As he poked around her kitchen and bathroom cabinets, he stuck his head in the hallway every few seconds, checking on her. She was waiting patiently at the kitchen table where he’d left her, but she’d adopted a look that could only be described as “far away”, and his concern was growing by the minute.  
Javi couldn’t figure it out. When they’d talked on the phone this morning, she was fine, chipper even. She was excited that he’d be home soon, and he had promised that he’d make up for the nights they’d lost while he was working in Cali. When her voice had dropped to a whisper, and she revealed that Murphy had just walked into the bullpen thirty minutes early, his breath had hitched in his throat as he almost let the words “I love you” slip from between his lips.  
Javi wasn’t inexperienced with women, but he was sure that she was the only woman in the world that could get him that tongue tied. When the receiver clicked, indicating that she'd hung up, Javi had spent entirely too long staring at the phone in his hands, listening to the dial tone drone on and on as he searched his brain for wherever the hell that had come from.  
But that couldn’t be what was bothering her. Steve had mentioned a phone call, but she’d hung up the phone with him before 8am, and she didn’t start acting weird until almost ten hours later. There had to be someone, something bothering her, and Javi’s chest ached with rage about it. The only person allowed to bother her was him, and he took that job very seriously. 
“Bebé (Baby),” he sighed, propping the medical kit open on the kitchen table, “Will you tell me what’s going on?” 
She swallowed thickly, sighing as he pulled up a chair in front of her. He gently lifted her hands to the light so he could see the cuts. They were shallow, but hands always bled a lot, so both of her palms were stained a deep crimson. She watched him as he began to remove pieces of glass from the cuts, and he waited patiently for her to explain herself. He’d wait for as long as she needed him to. 
The stinging sensation hadn’t left your trembling hands, but you wanted to be tough in front of Javi, so you watched quietly as he wrapped your hands in thick gauze. He’d lit a cigarette two minutes ago, puffing smoke in the air at regular intervals as he worked. When he finally moved on to your knees, which had stopped bleeding ten minutes ago, you tried to figure out exactly what to say to him.  
It wasn’t every day that your significant other’s mom suddenly and inexplicably dies during an evening nap, leaving everyone, especially your significant other, baffled and choked by her loss. His mom had quietly passed away earlier the year before, and he was only gone for two days before returning to Colombia. He hadn’t broached the topic since then, and you weren’t as comfortable with him then as you were now. You could confidently say that you had no idea how this was going to go. 
You took a breath, and before you could talk yourself out of it, mumbled the same words your dad had spoken hours before, causing your world to crumble around you. 
“Mi mamá está muerta. (My mom is dead.)” 
Javi sucked in a breath, lifting his gaze towards yours with a pitiful expression. Tears welled in your eyes, and for the first time since you’d heard the horrible news, you allowed yourself to cry. Javi dropped the gauze on the table and wrapped his muscular arms around your neck, pulling you into his chest.  
“Oh, Cariño,” he cooed, kissing your hair as you sobbed into his shirt, “Lo siento, bebé. (I’m sorry, baby.)” 
His shirt was sure to be irreparably stained now that your blood and tears were soaked into it, but he didn’t seem to mind. He stroked your back, kissed your head, and held you close while you cried and cried into his chest. He’d never seen you so vulnerable before, and a rush of fear shot through you at the thought of him scaring away because of that, but every time you tried to push away from him, he’d tighten his hold on you and urge you to let it out. 
When you finally got a handle on your sobs, Javi pulled back, searching your expression for any further breakage. He’d weather it, this awful storm, for as long as you needed him to. You knew that, and even still, when he began to put the pieces of you back together again, your heart melted at the thought of him.  
Javier Peña was not the guy that women came crying to in the middle of the night. He was the guy you picked up for the one-night stand, the one you’d talk about for years afterwards, the one you’d think about as ‘the one that got away’ until you were too old to remember his name and where he came from. That was Javier Peña, and yet, he was in your kitchen, cleaning up your wounds, healing the part of you that was inexplicably broken. If only Murphy could see you guys now. 
“Cuando es el funeral? (When is the funeral?)” He asked, blotting at the scabs on your knees.  
“Next weekend.” You murmured, wincing as he taped gauze over a particularly deep cut. 
“When mi mamá died,” he started, and you stopped breathing, unwilling to be the one to fuck this conversation up before it even started, “I didn’t let myself mourn the way I should have. I tried to sweep it under the rug, ‘ya know?” 
You nodded, remembering the weeks after his return from Texas. He had thrown himself into his work, which made yours and Murphy’s lives a little easier for a while, though neither of you preferred it that way.  
“Let yourself mourn, Cariño. It’s my biggest regret.” 
“Okay.” You nodded, though you weren’t sure exactly what he meant by that. You spoke before you could stop yourself. “You can still mourn her. There’s not a time limit on grief.”  
It sort of felt like the air was sucked out of the room. You’d never said something so bold to Javi, especially not about his personal life. You were five seconds away from blaming your brashness on the alcohol you’d consumed, even though you’d sobered up fairly quickly once he’d arrived, when he nodded. 
“That’s true, Cariño.” 
You blinked. You must really look like shit if Javi wasn’t actively building walls around himself. Sure, he’d opened up a little throughout the relationship, but he was still working on being vulnerable with you, and he had a lot of work left to do. You knew he was plagued by nightmares – you were too, and who, working this job, wouldn’t be? – but he wouldn’t talk about them with anyone. Instead, he’d pull you closer, kiss you harder, and make you forget why he’d woken in the first place. It was a coping mechanism that both of you recognized as ‘not actually coping’ but neither of you had the resources or the energy to work through that trauma. At least, not yet. 
He lit another cigarette, and you watched him breathe in the smoke deeply. He lifted it toward you, and you eagerly parted your lips, taking a much needed drag. Before Colombia, before Javi, you hadn’t touched a cigarette in your life. After being assigned to team Murphy-Peña, you felt like you had a perpetual cloud of smoke hovering over you at all times.  
Javi brushed his hands together and threw the remaining unused gauze back in the first aid kit. He gently pulled you from your seat, and the slight movement sent a sting through your legs. You were already regretting the alcohol and your hangover hadn’t even started yet. 
“Let’s sleep at my place tonight, Cariño. We’ll clean this up tomorrow.” 
You nodded, teary eyed again. You didn’t want to think about tomorrow, or next week, or any time in the future that didn’t include your mom. If Javi noticed your tears, he didn’t say anything about them, and you were grateful for his wherewithal. He always knew exactly how to handle you, and that was part of the reason you’d fallen in love with him.  
Love. You blanched. Nope. Not thinking about that right now. 
You shrugged the thought away as Javi lifted you bridal style in his arms. Javier Peña didn’t fall in love, and you certainly weren’t going to be the woman to challenge that. 
Bonus Scene: Steve confronting Javi about his secret relationship with you. 
“Are you fucking stupid? You’ve got to be, to pull this bullshit.” 
Javi watched Steve pace across his living room. Again. He’d been walking a hole in the rug for half an hour, and Javi wasn’t sure Steve would be stopping his rant anytime soon.  
Technically, Javi deserved this. Everything Steve was saying was true. He was jeopardizing not only his career, but hers too. The integrity of the investigation against Escobar would be questioned if word got out that two of the three agents assigned to his case were fucking each other. Not to mention how quickly procedure would be thrown out the window if either of them were in danger. There’s a reason why those rules existed. 
But like most things, it wasn’t that simple. Javi hadn’t been able to offer an excuse for when Steve caught him carrying her into his apartment, taped to high hell with gauze and tipsy as all get out. He’d simply shrugged, unlocked the door, and carried her through the frame without a second glance. 
Now, Steve wasn’t stupid, but he chalked up that incident to her being overwhelmed with grief. What friend wouldn’t offer their couch up to their drunk, mourning partner when she needed it? What he didn’t know was how often she slept at Javi’s already. She even had a toothbrush in his bathroom and a stack of books piled on one of the nightstands in his bedroom.  
Steve’s suspicions might’ve grown a little the weekend that she went home to Oceanside for her mother’s funeral. Weekends meant little to the DEA agents working Escobar’s case – every day was another day they could possibly learn information that may or may not give them someone who might know something about Escobar, or not – but Javi was especially fidgety the two days she was off on leave. 
Steve finally demanded to know what the hell was bothering Javi when he caught him staring at her empty seat for the third time in an hour. Javi brushed it off, claiming he hadn’t been sleeping well, but Steve wasn’t so easily persuaded to look the other way again.  
The final straw, the one that prompted the yelling and the insults and the pacing, made Javi’s relationship with her so obvious that there wasn’t a chance in hell he could talk his way out of it. Steve, being the hero best buddy that he was, had heard an alarming thump from Javi’s apartment, and taken it upon himself to investigate. What he hadn’t been expecting to find was his two partners, tangled in each other’s limbs, going at it on the kitchen counter like rabbits.  
Hence, the yelling. 
“I mean, seriously Javi? You could fuck any woman in the world, and you chose the one woman that’s off limits!” 
“Listen, man. I-” 
Javi tried again to interrupt Steve’s rant, to explain himself and what he felt for her. Steve was missing the bigger picture. Javi wasn’t just fucking her, he loved her. He couldn’t figure out if that would make Steve more or less angry about it. 
“You what, man? You what?!” Steve threw his hands in the air, beckoning an excuse that might help him understand why his partners would be such idiots. 
Javi struggled to translate his feelings into words. He hadn’t even told her yet exactly how he felt and saying it now felt weirdly similar to a trial run. He searched his head for the right words to describe what she was to him. 
“I’ve been sleeping.” Javi rested his hands on his hips and sighed, eyes flickering across the ceiling as he realized how incredibly stupid that sounded outside of his brain. “I know I love her, because I can sleep after I’ve talked to her.” 
Steve studied Javi, searching for any signs of deception. He narrowed his eyes when he couldn’t find any. 
“What do you mean you ‘love’ her?” 
“I mean, I fucking love her, man. I don’t know what you want me to say.” Javi was growing restless, tugging at the neckline of his button-down shirt. Conversations like these always made him antsy, and he could feel the temperature in his cheeks rising. 
“You.” Steve cocked a grin, “Javier Peña. In love? I’m not buying it man.” 
“Well, I’m not going to try and convince you.” It was Javi’s turn to throw his hands in the air in distress. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. 
“You actually care about her?” Steve’s expression morphed from disbelief to genuine shock. Javi wished he could take a picture to savor the moment. 
“Are you going to say anything to anyone?”  
Javi would normally never be so obvious about his fears, but he was thinking about her, back in her apartment, probably walking a hole into her rug as she waited for Steve and Javi to hash their shit out. The look on her face when Steve started yelling was enough to make Javi panic, and he was not above begging if it meant keeping her out of trouble. 
“Nah, man.” Steve shook his head, plopping down on Javi’s couch. Javi sagged with relief. “Just don’t make it so obvious. I was suspicious before I walked in on you two.” 
“Yeah, man.” Javi took another drag of his cigarette.  
“Have you told her?” 
“Told her what?” Javi couldn’t keep the bite from his tone. 
“That you love her.” 
Javi envied the ease that Steve managed when he talked about love. Before she’d been transferred to Colombia, Javi had never, in his life, been able to understand why anyone would choose to fall in love. He recognized the signs of it from the years of watching his parents interact, but he’d never experienced it before. When Steve talked about Connie, whether it was a complaint or not, there was always an underlying tone of love in his words. When she showed up, everything Javi had ever thought about love was scrambled, and it terrified him. 
“No.” He blew out a slow trail of smoke. 
Steve nodded slowly in understanding. If anyone in the world could comprehend Javi’s mindset right now, it was the guy he’d spent hours and hours with every day for years. 
“Maybe you should.” 
“Yeah, maybe I should.” 
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intoanotherworld23 · 9 months
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Fighting Fire With Fire
Pairing: Female reader x Javier Pena x Steve Murphy
Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, holy moly this whole thing needs to have a bible thrown at it major smut and sex, use of handcuffs, bondage, oral male and female receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, p in a, threesome, mild spanking, swear words, overstimulation
Summary: Wanting to give them a taste of their own medicine you have the bright idea to ignore Javier and Steve all day, but it ends with you getting punished
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As soon as you saw the black Audi pull up the driveway your stomach dropped. You knew you were in serious trouble, but also for a world of absolute pleasure. Utter excitement coursing through your body at what they were going to do with you.
You had been ignoring Javier and Steve all day, and it was all on purpose. It was hard to do, but you stayed motivated in your plan.
They had been ignorning you all week, and you just wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine. Granted it was work things, but still you felt they still should make time for you.
Granted it wasn't their fault cause they were busy with interviews for their movie, but you still wanted to feel wanted. Ignoring their texts and calls. They clearly didn't appreciate it based on the tone of the messages.
Javier: sweetheart you know we don't like being ignored.
Steve: darling answer your phone. You know we are very busy
Steve: don't make us come home Javier is getting very worried
Steve: this is your last warning sweetheart.
Their words had you feeling all giddy inside knowing you were getting to them. You were fighting fire with fire, but weren't prepared for how big the flames were about to get. You were just desperate to feel their touches.
They were very protective of you so when you decided to not respond it worried them. Taking your safety seriously, so they grabbed their things, and started heading to you no questions asked.
People still didn't understand your relationship with the two movie stars. Everywhere you three went people looked at you, and clear judgement on their faces. Doing your best to ignore them, and remembering that both men loved you.
The door being barged open and seeing Javier’s and Steve’s stern yet lustful gazes had you feeling nervous. A part of you was starting to rethink why you acted the way you did. Javier was the first one to step forward.
"You've been very naughty sweetheart." Javier growled as he crossed his arms across his chest.
Steve stood behind him as his eyes raked up and down your body. His once light eyes now darkened with lust. You were wearing just a shirt barely covering your butt and some lace panties.
"Ignoring us like that isn't very nice. You know what has to happen now." Steve spoke up as he walked forward as well even closer then Javier.
"I'm sorry." You whispered and they just both smirked at you.
Steve was the sympathetic and caring when it came to punishment. Not wanting to push you past your limit. Constantly watching your body language to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.
Whereas Javier was more dominant and loved to punish you and hear you beg. If you didn’t end up shaking with pleasure with tears coming down your cheeks then he wasn’t done.
They were different but they even each other out so they didn't break you completely. Plus the aftercare made it all worth it.
"You're gonna be sorry baby." Both men had these dark looks in their eyes, and it almost scared you. You were definitely turned on more though.
You felt like a helpless animal being cornered by two ravenous beasts. Looking at both of them waiting for them to make their move. Steve and Javier looked to each other before they moved.
Next thing you know Javier and Steve are on you. Javier grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. Steve went into the drawer, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Before you could even protest he had them clasped around your wrists.
Tugging on the cuffs thinking for some reason you could slip out of them. They just chuckled at your weak attempt of getting yourself out of this. Your panties were soaked at this point and it wouldn't take long for them to figure it out.
"What should we do with her first?" Javier looked over at Steve and they just looked at your figure lying there awaiting your punishment.
"I think we need to get a taste of that pussy first." His words had your thighs clenching together.
They knew you loved being eaten out, but this wasn't going to be for your pleasure. It was all for them, and they weren't going to give you what you wanted.
Both men grabbed an ankle and peppered your thighs with sloppy kisses. Looking down watching as their mouth inched closer to your drenched panties. Your breathing had increased as they reached the hem of your panties.
Their lingering kisses had your legs trembling with need. Each leg was being showered with sensual kisses and touches having you mewl like a cat in heat. You probably looked so desperate, but right now you didn't care.
"These need to go." Javier grabbed the sides and pulled them down your legs tossing them to the side.
"She's already soaked." Steve noted looking between your legs your arousal already leaking out of your folds.
The cold breeze hitting your pussy making you whimper. They both went back to kissing around your core, but not kissing where you wanted them to. It was frustrating you but you didn’t want to push it, and then not give you what you want.
They wanted to hear you beg for it. It was all a game to them, and you had to play along with them. You finally snapped when their lips touched just right beside your folds.
"God please. Please Javi. Please Stevie eat my pussy please I'm begging you." You howled tossing your head to the side feeling your cheeks heating up already.
"Did you hear that Javi? Did that sound like begging to you?" Steve’s tone was mocking and Javier just chuckled as they looked up at your writhing body.
"Nope I think our baby girl can do better than that." Javier smirked when he heard your little whimpers.
Between their kisses and sensual touches up and down your legs you felt yourself going crazy. Tugging against the cuffs the cold metal pressing harshly against your skin.
"Fuck please I want both of your tongues on my pussy I want it so badly please. Fuck me with your tongues." You whined bucking your hips upwards hoping they got the hint and would show some mercy.
Without another word Steve pulled your pussy lips apart getting easier access. Licking his lips ready to just devour you whole. Your clit was throbbing being so exposed.
Javier was thrusting his tongue inside you while Steve gave your clit kitten licks. Your mouth hung up as you watched them eat your pussy like starved men. It was the hottest thing you could ever witness, and it was almost hard to believe it was happening to you.
"Oh fuck that feels so good." Biting your lower lip between your teeth and throwing your head back against the pillow.
Javier could feel your walls clenching around his tongue, and decided to add a finger. Steve taking the hint as he sucked your little bundle of nerves hard making you scream out. Your whimpers and moans getting louder.
"Tastes so sweet." Javier mumbled against your folds the vibrations making your back arch off the bed.
Both of their mouths felt so warm against your pussy, your body was melting into the mattress. You didn't know who you wanted more.
Javier was slurping your pussy his hand coming down across your stomach to keep you down. Licking up and down your folds, his beard scratching along your skin. Being so lost in your own pleasure you couldn't tell whose tongue was whose.
"Keep going." You said as your ground your hips against their greedy mouths.
Feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. Pulling against the cuffs desperate to touch them and grip onto their heads.
Just as you felt your orgasm about to hit you it was taken away just as fast. Opening your eyes in confusion you saw them get off the bed. You were so frustrated your pussy was actually starting to ache really badly.
"Bad girls don't get to cum so easily." Javier’s stern tone told you he really wasn't happy with you.
Both men shred their clothing right before your eyes. Their hard cocks slapping against their stomach, and your mouth watered at the sight.
Hands slowly stroking themselves as their eyes looked hungrily in between your legs. Your pussy glistening in the light making them lick their lips.
Wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around them. They knew exactly what they were doing, and definitely wanted you to suffer.
"Mouth or cunt?" Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion until you realized that Javier was talking to Steve.
"I want that smart ass little mouth of hers." He walked over to the side of the bed where your head was you were watching his every move.
Javier got on his knees on the bed and gripped your ankles placing your legs in the air. Without any warning he plunged himself deep inside you making you gasp. Steve took that as an opportunity to push his cock inside your mouth.
"Fucking hell always so tight for our cocks." Javier groaned as he wasted no time thrusting in and out of you.
"Such a good girl for us. Always taking us so well." Steve moaned as he pet your head watching your lips moving up and down his shaft.
"This is in the way." Javier gripped your shirt before ripping it straight down the middle. Exposing your breasts to their hungry gazes.
Your breasts bouncing with every thrust. Javier and Steve didn't waste another second before they each grabbed a breast. Pinching your nipples until they were hard buds under their fingertips.
Your skin slapping against Javier’s pelvis echoing around the room, had your entire body on fire. You just wanted nothing more than to feel and touch their skin.
"Such a cock hungry little whore for us. Always so eager for us." Javier’s words had a shiver running up your spine.
Javier and his filthy words could have you wet within seconds. Javier loved dirty talk and he knew you loved it even more. He found it amusing how such simple words or phrases could have you soaked, and begging him for more.
Moving your tongue up and down Steve’s cock bobbing your head up and down. He was lightly thrusting his hips into your mouth so you could take more of him. Gagging around him a little bit of saliva running down your chin.
You didn't know whose cock you wanted to focus on more. The pounding from Javier had your legs shaking, and your back sweating. You wondered if they were going to let you cum this time or continue their torture.
Your pussy squeezing Javier’s cock as you tried adjusting around him. His grip tightening on your ankles as he kept your legs spread for him. Hitting a deeper angle inside of you. Your moans vibrating on Sebastian making him groan.
"Fuck do that again." Javier then snapped his hips sharply making you squeal around Steve’s cock causing him to growl his cock twitching in your mouth.
They were using you like their own little plaything, and you absolutely loved it. Only they could do this to you, and you had no complaints what so ever.
Javier was thrusting into you roughly making your whole body move the bed rocking back and forth. Which was good for Steve cause it was moving your head making your mouth take more of his cock.
The harder Javier fucked you the more you moaned around Steve. You so badly want to turn your head away so you could watch Javier sliding in and out of you. You always liked to watch as the entered you it turned you on tremendously.
Your pussy was completely soaked making it so much easier for Javier to slam in and out of you. Your juices coating Javier’s cock making him groan at how wet you were the sounds echoing across the room.
"I'm gonna cum." Looking up you saw Sebastian with his head thrown back and eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
You sucked him even harder egging him closer to release wanting to swallow every drop of him. Basking in the triumph that you could make either of them feel this way.
"Make him cum like the good girl you are. Make him cum down your throat and I want you to swallow all of him." Javier commanded you as his thrusts were becoming sloppier and slower.
Taking Steve all the way down your throat you felt him twitching in your mouth followed by his warm cum filling your mouth. Doing what you were told your swallowed all of his release while still slowly licking his cock up and down.
"Such a good fucking girl to us."
“You look so fucking good like this cariño.”
He looked down at you lovingly stroking the cheek while Javier continued to fuck you feeling his own release hitting him. Your pussy squeezing him like a vice, and your orgasm once again coming as well.
Javier let your legs fall beside him as his hand gripped your breasts as he squirted his seed inside of you. Both men groaning above you their foreheads covered in sweat.
Once again your release was ripped from you, and it was really starting to hurt you this time. Being so close, and they were denying you of your orgasm as punishment. Judging by their faces they weren’t done with you yet.
"Please I'm sorry I won't ignore you guys again please I just want to cum so badly." You cried out hoping they would finally give in and end this punishment.
Laying their wiggiling your hips in frustration not having been able to cum. Whining loudly your pussy clenching around air both them having been satisfied but not you.
Your noises getting both their attention. Javier leaning over you uncuffing one hand making you think this torture was over. The ache between your legs even more so than it was before.
"Turn her ass over." Javier turned towards Steve who grinned and was more than happy to flip you on your stomach.
Your pussy was so raw right now you didn't know if you were going to be able to take one of their cocks anymore. You were begging for sweet release, but you were so sensitive already.
The hand that was under your body was then moved back to the headboard to only be cuffed again. Groaning in frustration wiggiling your hips making both men growl at your movements. A hand coming down on your ass hard making you squeal.
"Ass or cunt?" This time Steve asked Javier although you knew what he was going to choose
Your pussy clenching around nothing again but just at the thought of them both being inside you. No matter how many times you took them both it was such a thrilling experience, and mind blowing.
"I want that sweet ass of hers." Javier swatted your ass hard a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the sting.
You felt hands lift your hips up so your ass was in the air. Steve maneuvered his way under you aligning his cock right under your once again soaked entrance. Your wrist that was still cuffed was feeling sore.
Slowly pushing himself inside of you making your mouth hang open as you fully lowered yourself down on him. Steve was not as thick as Javier, but he was longer.
"God this pussy is like heaven. Such a tight little cunt." He groaned as he gripped your hips and started thrusting up into you. Your breasts dangling in his face.
Looking into his eyes as he was moving faster, and slamming into your harder. It felt so intimate and passionate. The way his hands moved up and down your back almost in a soothing way. Moving your hips slamming your pussy down on him so you could feel him even deeper.
Just when you were getting comfortable with Steve you fel the bed dip behind you. Javier grabbed your ass cheeks making sure to spread you wide for him. Opening you up for him even more stretching you as wide as you could handle.
Hearing Javier open a bottle squirting the cold liquid onto your asshole, and feeling him spread some on your ass.
"Shhh sweetheart we're gonna take good care of you." Steve whispered soothingly into your ear.
Both men could feel your muscles tensing under their touches. The difficult was about to happen, and they wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.
“That’s it cariño just relax.” Pumping his cock as his other hand rubbed your puckered asshole in a soothing manner.
Your nerves were all over the place as he placed the tip of his cock at your backside. Steve could senses how nervous you were, and lifted his head up so his mouth could latch onto a nipple. Moaning even louder your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
Pushing his cock inch by inch until he was all the way inside of your ass. Javier was squeezing your ass he let you adjust around him. Closing his eyes to concentrate on not cumming already.
Breathing harshly in and out of your nose as you being were filled to the brim. Your mouth biting down on your outstretched arm almost breaking skin with how intense this feeling was.
"Her ass is almost just as tight as her pussy." Javier groaned as he was slowly pushing in and out of you.
"Such a good girl taking our cocks so well. She was made for us." Steve moaned beneath you his lips moved to your neck sucking on the skin surely leaving a mark.
When Javier was pushing in Steve was pulling out, and vice versa. You were completely stuffed and you were loving it. No words were able to leave your mouth only noises. Javier continued to spit absolute filth to you. Your pussy would clench around Steve making him groan.
Once Javier felt you were okay both men nodded to each other before picking up their thrusts. Javier snapping his pelvis against you, while Steve was thrusting up into you. Lifting your body up and down to meet their powerful cocks.
"Holy fuck oh my god. Your cocks feel so good." You cried out loving the feeling of having them both inside of you.
"You just love our cocks don't you sweetheart." Javier spoke with gritted teeth as he looked down watching as your asshole swallowed his cock.
Both men groaning and grunting as they were fucking your body into oblivion. Your hands gripped the rails as you felt the cuff really digging into your skin, but you didn't care. Pushing past the pain, and feeling only the pleasure.
Your entire body was spent and you didn't know how much more you could take. Just letting them do whatever they needed to do hoping you’d get to feel that orgasm.
"I bet she won't ignore us again huh?" Steve joked making Javier grin behind you to look at the other smirking boy before he turned his attention back to your ass.
"Say it." Javier said smacking your ass sharply the sting more intense.
They weren't letting up with their movements making it almost impossible for you to talk right now, but they wanted your words.
"Say it." Javier spoke louder his hand coming down on your ass even harder.
"I won't ignore you guys again. Please I'm sorry please keep going." You begged and whined not even caring how pathetic you looked.
You were being filled wholly and completely, and you could feel Steve all the way up in your stomach. Not being able to understand how you were always able to take them so deeply. Never getting used to the feeling of them both inside you at the same time.
Feeling the pit of you stomach burning you knew you were getting closer. Your whole body was on fire, and your legs were tingling. Just praying and hoping they would let you cum this time. There was no way you would be able to take another round of not getting release.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum in that tight little cunt of yours." His thrusts were getting rougher along with Javier.
Your entire body being sandwiched between the two ravenous men. All three of you covered in sweat rubbing against each other. Their body hair scratching against your skin pricking you.
"Shit me too. Gonna cum in your ass sweetheart. Fill you up." Javier snarled as he smacked your ass a couple of times making both your holes squeeze around them.
Your toes were curling and you closed your eyes as you finally felt your climax hitting you hard. Crying out into Steve’s chest as your juices coated his cock. Breathing heavily as your entire body was trembling, and your arms shaking.
Hearing your whimpers and feeling your body slump forward, Javier was the first to cum along with Steve. Feeling their release fill you up had you clenching around them again.
Javier slowly pulled out of your raw asshole making you hiss. Steve was next and you knew you were going to be so sore the next day. It was absolutely amazing, and you would gladly do that all over again.
"God fucking damn. Holy fuck that was amazing sweetheart." You didn't know who spoke but all you knew was that you were tired.
Quickly uncuffing you your arm fell limp as they laid your body down softly. Your wrist was so sore and throbbing, but your mind was so drowsy you really didn’t mind it all that much.
Both of them getting into bed, and you had one of them on either side of you. Snuggling into your body wanting to make you were looked after. They were both a little worried they may have pushed you a little too much.
“You okay cariño?” Javier was the first one to speak.
Unable to find your words your mouth was so dry you couldn’t say anything. All you could do was just slowly nod your head up and down in response.
Their hands rubbing your body sensually and adoringly. They both peppered your sweaty and warm skin with light kisses. They were being so gentle with you it made you smile. This was the part that you loved the most out of everything how tender they could be with you.
"Our girl did so good for us."
"Sweetheart we weren't too rough with you were we?" Once again nodding your head to them.
"Good. Now get some rest sweetheart, we aren't done with you yet." You felt both men grinning at you before your eyes snapped wide open.
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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
MasterList
A/N: Ty for this lovely request! Enjoy! <3
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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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Hey! I love your writing🥹 If you’re taking requests, please could I get your take on: female reader & Javi P are in a relationship. She finds out she’s pregnant a couple of weeks before a huge raid and hides it from everyone. During the raid she gets cornered by one of Pablo’s men and screams “I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant” Javi’s hears over the radio, his head snaps up and he takes off running to find her, Steve not far behind. + the aftermath once they get back to the embassy. Thank you ❤️
Crossroads (Javier Peña x AFAB!Reader)
A/n: MY HEART 💔  Thank you to whoever sent this gem in! I promise I’m also working on all the other requests in my inbox. I have them all started as drafts, but I get random bursts of inspiration for one at a time and then this happens. I’m so sorry for those of you patiently waiting - I will get to finishing them. Soon. This one just popped in my inbox and ran away with me... oops?
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Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of possible termination of pregnancy, injury, references to drugs and the cartel. 
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You didn’t know why you hadn’t told Javi. It seemed strange now, to think that you hadn’t told the one person who deserved the most to know. 
Maybe it was denial? Fear? Fear that he’d react badly? Fear he’d react with excitement? 
You couldn’t be sure, but why you hadn’t told him didn’t matter now so much as the fact itself. You hadn’t told Javi you were pregnant, and now it was too late. 
Now, you were stood inside a crappy warehouse, alone, waiting on a contact to confirm intelligence for a raid you had planned for later that night. Sure, you could tell him tonight once this whole mess was over with, but that was dependant on both of you getting out of this operation unscathed - and whilst you were both great agents, you’d learned long ago never to under-estimate the prey you hunted. 
Escobar and his network were intelligent, well connected, and somehow always one step ahead. It was why you relied so heavily on contacts such as the one you were meeting right now.
Only eighteen, Sophia was the daughter of one of Escobar’s runners and desperate to get herself and her family away from the cartel.
She had approached you some weeks ago, begging and pleading for your help fleeing the country. In exchange she had offered the one thing of value she had - intel. Positioned close enough to the organisation to gather information, Sophia was also removed enough not to attract attention or suspicion. Hell, she said none of Escobar’s men even acknowledged her existence unless they wanted a drink, a smoke, or to paw at something during their visits. 
It seemed like a perfect opportunity for everyone involved. Or, it had, should you say… now, staring at your watch as the minutes ticked by with no sign of the young girl, you began to suspect something was wrong. 
God damn it. 
You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you tried to fight the urge to radio out to the surveillance van positioned further down the street. There was no need to get them worked up yet, not when Sophia could just be running late… the last thing you needed was Javi or Steve getting antsy and pulling you out, blowing your cover and fucking up the raid you had planned for later tonight. 
No, those two had always been protective over you, long before you and Javi had started seeing each other romantically. It was frustrating, even if a little flattering at the same time, to know you had two such loyal friends and partners. 
They never held the fact that you were a woman against you, but then again they’d never had cause to. Now? Now you were a walking stereotype. A liability. A pregnant woman carrying her partner’s child whilst trying to run ops in the middle of a war zone… They’d pull you out of the field so fast it would make your head spin - something you had worked too hard to risk. Not until you were certain… certain it was what you wanted, hence your decision to keep things quiet for now. 
In fact, the only person who was aware that something was different about you was Connie, and that was because you had needed her help to confirm it. 
What with her job at the clinic, and being Steve’s wife, Connie was the best option when it came to confirming your fears, rather than trying to risk a visit to a local doctor - one who was likely to talk to whoever would ask, no matter whether it was one of Escobar’s men, or even someone who could feed it back to the embassy. 
No. Connie was your only choice, being both discreet and loyal to a fault - something you had never been more grateful for than now.  That, and she was your closest friend outside of the office. There was no one else you wanted more to be holding your hand whilst you waited to find out if this was actually happening. 
She had also been more than willing to talk you through your options afterwards, promising to honour your wishes no matter what you decided - even if she kept trying to convince you to tell Javi. 
"He deserves to know," she'd sighed softly, holding your hand and wiping away your tears. "He's kind and he loves you. All he'd want is to support you. You know that."
If only you could be so sure of that.
Javi? A baby? The two things didn't seem compatible, even if he did have a soft spot for Olivia, but she wasn't his... a biological child that was yours to raise, protect, and nurture... it was a whole other situation - and given that Javi thought coffee was a food group, a situation you weren't sure he was ready for yet.
Hell, you weren't even sure you were ready for this yet, which was probably why you hadn’t made any decision other than to just carry on working like nothing was wrong until such a time as the answer came to you... if it came to you... or perhaps the universe would answer it for you... 
Why else would you be risking your neck here in this warehouse, late at night, distracting yourself and delaying the inevitable moment where you’d be forced to chose?
After all, inaction was still action in this kind of situation. You knew you couldn't keep putting off the conversation forever, but that didn't make it any easier to know what to say or do in this situation.  
Thankfully, that was the moment you were startled from your spiralling thoughts as footsteps echoed across the room. 
You recognised the sound as someone came in, closing the squeaking rusted door you’d already entered through. 
“Sophia?”
You watched as the girl crept from the darkness, nervously tugging at her sleeves. 
You paused.  
As timid as Sophia had seemed previously when you met one another, you still felt something was off as she moved towards you. It was like the energy rolling off of her was wrong... sending shivers running down your spine as you felt your fingers twitch towards the gun sat at your side. 
“Y/N?”
“Yeah, over here,” you called, “I was starting to think you weren't going to show.” 
It was like watching a rabbit, twitching, with wide eyes, like she was about to bolt at the first sound. “I’m sorry.” 
“Sorry? What for?” you asked. “It’s ok. You could have called to say you were going to be late but-” 
Then you heard it. 
The click as the gun was cocked behind you. 
Without even turning you knew you had been betrayed. 
“Sophia,” you sighed, trying not to let the fury show on your face as you stared at the sobbing girl in front of you. After all, you couldn’t really blame her had you been in her situation. You should have expected it, actually. The call had been far too easy and the information too tantalising for the DEA to pass up. 
Still, that didn’t change the fact you were now here… stuck… held at gun point by the two men who had entered the room when you weren’t looking. 
Shit. 
You really had been distracted tonight and now you were paying the price for your mistakes. 
“I’m sorry.”
The apology was barely audible through the girl’s tears. 
“Me too, kid. Me too.” 
You watched as one of the men kept his gun trained on you, whilst the other marched over to Sophia and shoved the wad of cash into her hand before pushing her out the door in a clear message to beat it. They had what they wanted, as did Sophia - she had her life and her freedom, for now. 
Who knew how long it would actually last... 
Hell, who knew how long you’d last given this sudden change of events? 
The door had barely shut behind her when the man who’d given her the cash turned back towards you. 
“So, you’re the one who’s been snooping around? Trying to get our girl to talk?” he teased, his tone cold and mocking. “Don’t you know what happens to little girls who stick their noses in places it don’t belong?”  
The threat was clear as he grinned, his friend walking around you so that you could see the gun held in his hand, pointing directly at you. 
Your own gun was snatched from its position at your side, tucked instead into the man's jeans for safe keeping.
“Well, lucky for you, the boss wants to know what you know, and where you got that intel from,” your captor continued, his tone oozing with a sick satisfaction. “If you tried to make a rat out of Sophia, who knows who else you’ve got squeaking away in your gringo ear. So, you see, we can’t just kill you, else I’d be pulling this trigger right here and now… but when we’re through with you, you’ll wish I had.” 
You couldn't help it. You flinched as the man nearest you stepped closer, gesturing towards the door with his gun in an obvious signal. 
“Move,” he hissed. “Now.” 
Shit. 
You take a deep breath, trying to remind yourself that you weren’t alone. That your comms were still in place, and that there were still men positioned outside the warehouse. The moment you emerged, with two men holding you at gun point they would be surrounded. 
But would that be before or after they had the chance to pull the trigger and plant a bullet in the back of your skull? 
You’d seen enough of these hostage situations to know how they went down, to know that the hostage didn’t always make it out… the directive was to remove the sicarios - they were the priority. 
Not you. 
It was that thought that made your stomach roll as you began to move, legs shaking so hard you weren’t sure you could stand. 
"Where are we going?” you stammered, you mouth so dry you can hardly form the words. 
“Shut up, bitch," the thug sneered, shoving you forward. You could practically taste his contempt. “Keep walking unless you want me to shoot you in the leg and drag you myself.”  
You knew he’d do it too. He seemed the type to be cruel - to get off on inflicting pain and exercising what tiny slither of power he had. 
However, you also knew that letting these guys move you to a second location was as good as a death sentence. 
No, this was it. 
You had to make your final stand here and now if you even wanted a chance of making it out of this in one piece. 
It was for that reason you said a silent prayer before clenching your fists. Two on one… it wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst odds either. You just had to be smart. After all, they needed you alive for now - they’d foolishly revealed that much. 
You could work with that. 
"You do realise that waiting outside those doors is a whole bunch of DEA agents, right?" you jabbed. "You walk outside with that gun pointed at me and you're dead."
"Shut up, bitch," the man with the gun snapped back sharply. "You think we're gonna fall for that? Nice try. Now, get moving."
"Hey, it's your funeral."
"I said shut up-"
"Dude, maybe we should go out the other way," his colleague interjected, the hesitation exactly what you'd been hoping for. "We can get the van round out the back, off the road and out of sight of any police."
"No."
You took the distraction as your cue.
The moment you felt the gun drop from your back you were on them, throwing the weapon upwards and sending the resulting shot up into the ceiling.
Your foot was next, smashing up between the man’s legs in a well rehearsed manoeuvre, followed by your elbow slamming into the other man's face, stopping him before he could reach for you.
The few precious seconds you'd bought yourself were all you needed to make a run for it, bolting back towards the doors up ahead.
Your fingers reached up, squeezing the switch on the side of the mic you had taped under your collar, ready to call for back up. 
But you never got the chance. 
Your fingers had just grazed the switch when you felt something collide with you from behind. A great weight that sent you crashing down onto the ground, hard. 
You tried to roll over, only to be met with a fist slamming into your face, too fast for you to even try and block him. 
The ferocious assault caused your head to bounce off of the concrete with a sickening thud. Pain exploded, your eyes filling with tears, and your vision blurred as the shock of the impact resonated, unleashing agony that pulsed through your skull. 
A silent cry escaped your lips, full of shock and pain. 
Shit.
Your assailant jumped off of you, following through with a swift, vicious kick to your ribs, knocking all the air from your lungs with the force of the blow. 
Scrunching your eyes tightly, you tried to fight the nausea and pain, to fight for a precious breath. 
“Stop,” you begged, hating how weak you sounded. However, something inside you roared, an urge to fight taking over you - but not just for yourself, but for the future that was growing inside of you... a future you hadn’t been sure of until right now…
Now, as you stood to lose it. 
It suddenly didn’t matter if Javi wanted this baby or not, or if he would be happy or terrified or disappointed. What mattered was that he would never get the chance to be any of those things, to decide for himself, to have the opportunity to choose what life he wanted. 
He needed to know… you couldn’t die here, without him knowing… 
“Stop, please!" you pleaded. "I’m pregnant! I’m pregnant!” 
Without even thinking, you curled your legs in tight, huddling into a ball and trying to block your stomach before he could land the next blow. 
However, it never came.
“Hold on!” your assailant’s partner scolded. "Not here. The boss wants her alive for now.” 
He paused. "The bitch deserves it!"
Then you heard it - the door slamming open. The thundering of boots running across concrete towards you. Orders barked in Spanish. 
You watched as your assailants silently gaped in horror, raising their hands above their heads as they were suddenly surrounded by figures... 
Why was it so hard, all of a sudden, to make things out?
It was hard to distinguish one sound from another, to see anything beyond colours and shapes as your world began to dissolve. The warehouse was replaced by a dark haze that seemed determined to consume you no matter how hard you fought against it.
“Y/N!” 
Javi’s voice echoed in your ears, a swirling sound full of panic, yet it somehow made you feel calm... safe...
“Y/N!” 
“Javi,” you croaked, as you felt yourself slipping into the darkness.  
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Your body had turned into cement. 
That was the first thought that crossed your muddled mind as you felt the beginnings of consciousness returning to you. It was as if every part of you had decided to refuse to respond to your demands, held down by invisible weights. 
You'd been knocked unconscious once or twice before in your lifetime, but this grogginess was a first... an uncomfortable and disconcerting force, trapping you on the brink of the land of living.
You had no choice but to lay there, helplessly listening to the sounds around you, each becoming clearer as your faculties gradually returned
Machinery beeping.
Footsteps passing in the hallway. 
Voices caught in frantic conversations. 
"- Javi, calm down. I know. I'm the one who should be feeling guilty, letting her walk in there by herself." "We all thought the meet was secure, Murphy. How could we know she was gonna turn on us? And Y/N, the crazy, stupid - Why didn't she tell me?" 
Javi’s voice was full of anguish.
"Dude, calm down. Y/N’s the strongest person I know. She’s alive and gonna wake up. You heard the doctor, the swelling in her head is down and she’s going to wake up. That’s all that matters now. You can discuss the baby, and what you’re going to do, later."
The baby? You caught the words, a weird rush of relief flooding through you at the confirmation that your baby was alright... 
Thank god. 
And Javi knew? 
That thought echoed over and over in your mind as you felt yourself beginning to fade back into the darkness from which you had come. 
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Stubble softly scraping the back of your hand was the first thing you noticed when you finally came to. That, and the pressure of someone squeezing your hand tightly. 
You knew the grip without even opening your eyes. You'd felt it often enough, the rough calloused hand holding yours, brushing against you, touching every single part of you... "You've got to wake up, honey," came an also familiar sound, luring you ever closer to the land of the living.
You'd know that voice anywhere, considering it had become your constant companion. It was the first thing you heard every morning and the last thing you heard at night.
"Please," it continued. "I'm so sorry, ok? Sorry for everything - for making you feel like you couldn't tell me about this. Just... shit... I need you to wake up, cause I fucking love you and I can't- can't lose you-"
Somehow, that was all it took. Those words flipped a switch inside you, allowing you to find the strength to peel your eyes open and register the full extent of your surroundings - including the man sat beside you.
Turning your head, you were greeted with a sight so perfect a part of you thought you must still be dreaming.
Javi.
Sat next to you, you realised he had your hand pressed to his cheek, his lips pressing soft kisses to it in between words.  
He didn't seem to notice the fact that you had stirred, so lost in his desperation. It was probably why he jumped, flinching as you reached over with your free hand to run your fingers through his hair.
"I love you too," you croaked in greeting.
“Y/N?”
Javi had never seemed so fragile as he did then. Eyes wide, he looked nothing like the ice-cold DEA agent you often glimpsed in the field. Instead, he looked like one good gust of wind would send him toppling to the ground had he not already been sat down in one of the plastic chairs that you had come to recognise from your repeated visits.
“Javi, where - where am I?" you continued softly, "What happened? What day is it?" "Sssh. It’s alright. It's almost Saturday. You've been unconscious for over twenty-four hours, even if it felt fucking longer.” His hands were warm as they cupped both sides of your face, guiding you towards him as he kissed you like his life depended on it. 
It was as if neither of you could get close enough to one another, you curling yourself eagerly into his side, breathing in the soft scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke.
“I... I’m sorry,” you choked, the words tumbling out of you before you could even realise what you were saying. “It was my fault. I should have known that something was wrong-”
“No,” Javi scolded, tensing at your guilt-ridden tone. "No, don't say that. Don't - don't do that to yourself. This isn't on you. It's a fuck up - a colossal fuck up, yes, but one we didn't see coming. We vetted the source. She was good. We cleared the meet with Carillo and the Ambassador... there was no way we could have prevented this."
"But-?"
"Carino. Stop. Please," he begged. Yes, Javi actually begged and it was enough to stun you into silence. "I just... talking about the meet? I honestly don't care about all that right now. The who, why how of what happened will still fucking be there later... but right now? Now, you're here... you're alive... and you're finally awake."
His tone melted your heart, making you somehow wish you could absorb every ounce of pain he was experiencing. It hurt you, to know you had caused the man you loved such agony. In a way, you'd had a slightly easier time of it, being the one to sleep through the after math of this disaster. He had had the hardest job; waiting, watching, and worrying.
You knew that pain yourself, having experienced it firsthand since your arrival in Colombia. You'd never forget how it had nearly torn you apart, waiting as Javi had been admitted after a close shave in a shoot-out.
Those two days had felt like an eternity. Two days with no news... just sitting and waiting and praying.
“I ... I could hear you, by the way.”
“What?”
“I heard you,” Javi repeated softly, snapping you out of your head and solidly back into the present, “over the radio. I heard what you said when those assholes hit you - about the baby-”
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You froze.
Despite knowing that this moment would inevitably come, now that it was finally upon you, you suddenly wished you were back in the realm of unconsciousness you'd just come from.
"Javi," you began nervously, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, don't be mad at me-"
“-Well, too bad, sweetheart because I am mad. So mad," he exclaimed sharply, "I'm mad at you for not telling me, for putting yourself in danger like that, knowing you're pregnant. I’m not saying you had to decide to keep it or whatever, but it would have been fucking nice to be asked. To know. To not find out after you put yourself on the line." "I- I didn't know what else to do."
“And I’m sorry for making you feel like that,” Javi added swiftly, his tone softening with every passing moment.
It was like watching the air deflating out of a tire, the fear and the rage dissipating almost as quickly as it had first appeared. 
“I get it, why you may not have wanted to tell me... I’m mad at myself that you felt you had to do this alone. I thought you’d trust me enough to know I’d support you, no matter what you decided.”
“I do, Javi,” you sobbed, unable to prevent a tear from escaping your eye. “I just... I got scared and I panicked. I think keeping it secret was more my way of pretending this wasn't real, that I could act like it wasn't happening, that I had more time.”
Silence. 
“Javi, please say something. Anything...” 
"What's there to say? You're pregnant." He shrugged in a desperate attempt to look nonchalant, but you could see the truth. Underneath it all, Javier Peña was utterly terrified.
It didn't matter how much he tried to hide it behind that calm swagger of his, and the crossing of his arms over his chest - you knew him better than anyone. You'd seen him at his very best and his very worst. Such was the lot of living in a war zone, let alone falling in love in one.
Fighting the urge to let your tears escape your burning eyes, you reached over and took his hands in yours. To your relief, he didn't fight you. Instead, he lifted his gaze, his eyes wide and telling you all you needed to know without even asking.
He had obviously spent the last 24 hours mulling the entire situation over and over in his head since the moment he had first heard the news. Lord knows he'd probably imagined each and every possible outcome for the future... your future... "Y/N, I don't know what to say or do. I never even thought about being a parent."
"Me either..." you confessed, relieved to finally be able to say the words aloud to the man who'd needed to hear them the most. "I mean, could the timing be better? yes. I never pictured something like this happening so early on, but it has and now we have a choice to make. To have longer, just the two of us... Or to become a family of three, but either way we'll work it out together. I will love you unconditionally, no matter what you choose but you're my partner, Javi. You have a say in this too. We're a team."
"Y/N," Javi whispered, his voice pained. "I ... I thought I'd lost you... back there in that warehouse, seeing you lying on the ground, knowing I could have lost you, lost this - it was all my worst fears realised." Gently taking your head between his hands, he wiped the tears away. "I love you, too," he declared. "And... if you want this, with me, then I'll try to be a good father."
It was as if a weight had been taken off of you. To know that he was with you, no matter what... that was all you'd ever wanted.
"That's all I can ask for, Javi," you whimpered, failing to hide the playful smile that fell into place, "because let's face it; you don't have much choice anyway, because I'm not going anywhere."
Javi's own signature smirk tugged at his lips. “Good, because I can't lose you... I can't be left with just Murphy. Can you imagine? We'd drive ourselves into an early grave.” 
"Javi!"
It felt blissful for you both the be able to laugh again. To joke like nothing had changed between you, even if it had - for the better, ultimately.
“Speaking of... Where’s Steve?” 
Javi paused. “Went with Connie to get coffee - I feel I should mention that Steve’s pissed you didn't tell him too, you know.”
You groaned. You weren't surprised. “I’ll add him to the list of apologies. Do you think making him and Connie godparents would make it better?” 
“Woah there,” Javi scoffed, the beginning of a smile tugging at his lips. “One day at a time, querida. One day at a time.” 
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Summary; Javier Peña x Fe!Reader -> You meet Peña at a coffee shop but after time passes, he finds out your secret.
Disclaimer: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of death, illusions to smut, swearing (I think, I haven't proof read this - probably spelling mistakes), spanish is in italics.
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You had met Javi one late night in the coffee shop. You were getting the place cleaned up for the morning. Isabella, a regular customer, was sat in the corner with her nose burried deep in her research. The old man who’d you come to know as Pops - a name he told everyone to call him by - was finishing his book closer to the counter. It had been a promise he made to his wife. To read a little, at least, while she was gone. That way they’d have something else to talk about when they met again. Jośe, the young boy who’d run through the door every couple of hours in need of a coffee for his mama and a small cookie for himself, had just left, rushing out of the door going ten miles an hour. 
“Good book, pops?” You asked and he looked up and smiled. 
“Excellent.”
“Good.” You smiled. 
Just as you placed the empty cups from different tables by the counter, the bell above the door rang out. “You open?”
You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah. For a couple minutes.”
“Great.”
He rushed over, you moving the dirty cups from the counter. 
“What can I get for you?” You asked in English. 
“Coffee. Decaf.”
“Coming up.”
Then it hit him. “How’d you know I was American?”
“What?” You looked to him as you changed the filter. “Oh, uh, just a guess.”
He nodded and looked around, suddenly being met with Pops. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sweet.”
You smiled and waved to Pops. “Have a good night.”
“Night.”
“Nice Spanish.”
You smiled. “Thanks. I’ve lived here long enough, I should know.”
“I’m Javier, by the way.”
You smiled back and gave him your name which he repeated. It sounded nice. 
“So, how long have you lived in Columbia?”
“A couple years. Yourself?”
“Same.” 
The conversation ended soon enough when his coffee was paid for - he had something important to get back to. 
But the next night, you were closing up again and he came in. In fact, for the following weeks, he came in around the same time every night; just before closing. 
He started conversations with Pops who would tell Javier the meaning behind all his books. He actually started taking a couple of night classes at the local college. His wife always told him he needed to socialise more. 
She was a people person. 
And Javier would sit there and listen. Pops, clearly, was a man who demanded respect with a single look. Something, over the weeks, you realised Peña had, too. 
During the week, you had heard rumours about Javier. About his job. 
But it was never something you asked him about. You knew more than to ask an American in Columbia if he was working for the government. 
But still, he’d come in every day and order a cup of coffee and smoke his cigarette. You’d both talk and eventually, it got to the point where he’d walk you home. 
It wasn’t far; maybe a couple of blocks. 
You’d tell him why you came to Columbia - your sister. She travelled after college and invited you to join her. But something made you stay. 
He ask where you learnt Spanish. You’d tell him school, mostly, but the practice came in while you worked in the coffee shop. 
Some days, he’d come in during the day and just talk to you. He’d order a coffee here and there but it mostly remained untouched which wasn’t like him. 
Steve had asked questions at work about who Javi was going seeing every day - at first he expected it was to see one of his ‘informants’ but after he began to smell less perfume and more coffee around Peña, it raises his suspicions. 
Peña would give a vague answer but when Steve told Connie, she knew instantly. 
It wasn’t that a woman’s intuition was lost of Peña, it was just something about Connie that scared him. She seemed to know what he was thinking about whenever she looked at him. 
Little did he know, she’d seen him a couple times walk into the same coffee shop and leave with a smile on his face. One Connie nor Steve ever saw on the man’s face. 
But surpringly, it took him a while to ask you on a date. 
Javier wasn’t one for dating. After all, his job didn’t exactly allow it - especially in Columbia - but Connie (and Pops) thought he would have at least done it sooner. After all, the man came in every day for weeks just to simply spend time with you. He’d walk you home and always made sure you were safe. And god help any man that approached the counter and started flirting with you. 
It was like Javier had a radar for those who were flirting with you because each time, not two seconds later, Javier would stroll into the shop and make his way to the counter. Most times, it was like you had a radar for him, too. His coffee would be ready for him to pick up and if the guy wasn’t scared away by the look Peña gave them, he’d order a couple more cups for Steve and Connie (she’d usually come by in the afternoons to check in on him when she had the day off). He’d stay until the guy left and most people who looked away from their books noticed. 
And maybe, in truth, you had noticed a little, too. Most guys tended to scarper when Javi walked in. A few of them would even apologise to him and you for thinking differently. 
Eventually, when he asked you on a date, you said yes. 
He was so nervous. Imagine; Javier Peña, nervous around a woman. Even the heavens wouldn’t believe it. 
But he was. 
He’d asked after he dropped you off at your apartment. His palms were sweating, his mind was racing, and you were right in front of him. 
But the moment you smiled, his nerves eased. 
You smiled at him, nodded and said; “I’d love to.”
He smiled back, a little more confident, and before you opened your door, you kissed his cheek. 
“Goodnight, Javi.”
“Night, hermosa.”
As you closed your door, leaning against it, you smiled but you knew. 
You were in deep trouble. 
It didn’t take too long before you were both…intimate with one another. Four dates, in fact. It was longer than either of you had presumed but it kinda made sense. Mostly, the dates went as follows: 
You’d both ask questions which the other would answer, just simply wanting to know more. Then, you’d take turns picking the restaurant or bar. Next, you’d both head back to the coffee shop - the temp waitress had a family to get back to in the late nights - where you’d wrap your apron around your waist and serve the last couple cups of coffee to the night owls. Finally, Javi would either walk or drive you home (usually walk since he could hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist) and finally would kiss you goodnight. 
It felt different. 
You’d gone on dates before but…they didn’t feel like this. Like…it was the first time but it was also the millionth. 
It felt…natural.
Homely.
A couple more weeks passed and you’d see Javier at least once a day. He always pop into the cafe to either kiss you good morning (when you hadn’t spent the night together - which was a rareity) or to kiss you goodnight which, you weren’t ashamed to admit would always turn into something more. 
One morning, as Javi lay back in bed, the cover draped over his lower half, he watched as you got dressed by the end of the bed. 
But that was when he noticed them. 
How he hadn’t before shocked him. It was like he studied every inch of you - and not only in the night but that morning too - and yet, how did they slip by him. 
“Hermosa?”
You smiled at the nickname before turning to look at him over you shoulder. You just wished you both had the day off. 
“The marks…”
It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about. But then it hit you. 
A memory you wished to forget. 
“They’re just from…” you contemplated telling him. 
He’d understand, right? He never confirmed it fully but you knew he worked as DEA. He’d understand carry a couple extra physical scars from a job, right? 
“They’re nothing, Javi.” 
You heard him shuffle around before you finally felt his hand on your back, tracing them before placing a soft kiss onto a couple, brushing your hair from your shoulders. 
You felt yourself melt into him, his other hand now reaching around your stomach to capture the other side of your waist. 
Slowly, you both lay back but then you remembered. 
You had a job. 
Unfortunately.
Javi groaned. He had one, too. 
You pressed a few kisses to his lips before he moved from on top of you and headed for the bathroom, him leaving you resting on your forearms with a huge blush across your cheeks. 
God, you were falling. 
Hard. 
It would be a while longer until Javier would find out the truth behind those scars; Find out the story that came with them and you. 
And it wasn’t in any way either of you thought it would happen. 
4 months later…
The sun was still burning hot over Columbia. Thankfully, however, the humidity was becoming less close and claustrophobic. 
Yourself and Javi had been going pretty strong. You had met Steve and Connie - albeit a little surprisingly. 
One of your waitresses had cut their hand whilst cutting up some of the breads for lunch later that day. Connie had been passing on the street with Olivia when one of the customers ran out asking for a nurse or doctor. 
Connie came rushing inside. 
After asking for your first aid kit and a space away from the customers, she handed you Olivia who you stood with in the kitchen as Connie cleaned out the wound and did what was necessary. 
“You’re lucky. It doesn’t need stitches. Just keep it wrapped and clean.” 
Your waitress, Elena, looked to you confused. You translated in Spanish and she nodded before thanking Connie. 
You gave Elena the rest of the day and offered Connie a cup of coffee and some food on the house. She thanked you before sitting down at one of the tables and placing Olivia on her lap. 
Yet, by the time you finished up, Javi had come strolling in and was a little shocked to find Connie sat inside. 
And, as suspected, Connie was shocked to find Javi there, too. But then it began to make sense. 
The smell off the coffee shop - it was Javi. 
It was you. 
Later that night, after Connie had insisted, you sat down and had a double date with Connie and Steve at a local place. 
Steve was glad Peña had finally found someone. As much as he himself had enjoyed the single life, there was just something about being married. About having someone to go to when things got too tough. 
And, this was something, if Steve ever said it out loud, Jacier would have to agree with. 
Sometimes it was like you were the only thing keeping him breathing. Keeping his mind awake when all it wanted to do was drown in the crime and the cases he delt with on a daily basis. 
The last six months, from the moment of meeting, it had felt like bliss. 
But sometimes it felt like Javi was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, although you never voiced it, you did, too. 
And finally, late one night in the coffee shop, it did. 
Javi had worked later than he’d wished to have done. His paperwork had kept him back, making seven typing errors in one sentence. 
Most of the time, he wouldn’t bother. But with Messina…everything had to be up to code. 
And legible. 
But as he walked up the street, he found flashing lights outside your coffee shop, a waitress sat by the ambulance getting patched up and no sign of you. 
His heart dropped. 
“Peña?” 
One of the cops recognised him. “I wasn’t aware we’d called the DEA.”
“You…what happened?”
“Oh, uh, robbery. Or, attempted. Two shooters. One deceased.”
“And the other?”
“Hospital.”
“How?”
“The owner faught. One of them came from the back and sneaked up on her. She said she was fine and needs to go home. We’re gonna bring her in for questioning tomorrow.”
Peña nodded, trying his best to keep a clear mind. So you was okay? Why hadn’t you called him? 
As quickly as he could, he ran to his car and sped down the roads towards your apartment. But the closer he seemed to get, the more he began to panic. 
You had faught? 
It wasn’t that he was surprised but…no, he was surprised. Most people when met with two armed gun men didn’t exactly fight against them. Especially when the only other person in the shop had been knocked clean out and now had a severe concussion. 
But you had faught. You had, what? Killed one gun man and injured the other? 
This seemed more than just a robbery, to Peña. He didn’t exactly know why. Maybe it was the fact that the toll hadn’t even been touched. Maybe it was the fact that they’d knocked out one of the waitresses. Maybe it was the gun they had been using - Peña saw them as they got taken in for evidence. 
This couldn’t have just been a robbery. 
Peña didn’t bother knocking. He knew where you kept the spear key and he knew the code. 
He shouted your name as he entered, shutting the door behind him. “Honey?!” 
Javier had to double back as he passed the enterence to you living room. There you were, sat on the sofa, blood splattered across your body, hair, arms and clothes. You had a first aid kit open in front of you. Javier could see the bloody gauzes in a pile in the table. 
“I’m fine-“
He rushed in, pulling you up and hugging you. God, he thought you might have been dead. That the cop had got it wrong and he’d decided to just hear what he wanted to. 
But he didn’t.
You were here. 
You were alive. 
Are.
“Cariño,” Javi’s voice was soft as he took you in. Any anger he had right now could be saved for later. All that mattered was that you was alive. 
You pulled back from him to sit back down. You needed to clean the wound. 
One of the gun men had got you. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad and since it was night, you got away with telling the cop the stain on your uniform was from the kitchens. 
Peña pushed the first aid beside him as he sat on your coffee table, you knees interlocked with his. 
“It doesn’t hurt?” He asked you after a couple of minutes. He was shocked. Most men he’d met would be at least grunting in pain by now. 
You shook your head.
Something changed in Javi. His back became straighter, his gaze more focused. 
“Those scars. How did you get them?”
“Javi.”
“There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“They’re nothing-“
“Bullshit.”
You stared him down. He wouldn’t budge. 
“How did you fight? Those men. One is dead and the other will probably do so in hospital. What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Y/N.”
You bursted. You tried your best to look away as Javi questioned you but when he said your name…
“I was a cop, alright!” You hadn’t meant for it to sound so loud. 
Javi just looked at you. You hadn’t told him? Was this how you got the scars?
You sighed as you looked down. Well, it was out in the open now. 
“I was a cop, back in the states. FBI.” You explained, your voice a little quieter now. “I had a partner, a couple years back. We had been working on a case for months. Turns out, all the information, all the insider stuff he’d found - it had come from him. He wanted into their circle. The people I had seen die, everyone’s families and children and friends had all died because he was the mole. He would tell the group where to find the families, he’d tell us he knew where the groups would be that night. Then he’d go back and inform them that we were on our way. It as fucked up.”
Javi waited for you to continue. 
“Look, I felt something was wrong so I tailed him one night. I put a call in and somehow…he found me one night. He caught be by the shipyard. When my agents finally turned up, I was almost dead. When I woke up in hospital, a guy came in. CIA. I had a bag packed, my life covered up and a plane ticket to wherever I wanted to go.”
“So you came to Columbia?”
“My sister stopped over for three days and I stayed. I don’t know what made me but I did. An agent found me a job at a local place since I wasn’t ready to go into the field or anywhere near it. The job stuck and then I decided to buy the place.”
“And the guys?”
“Local gang, I guess. They look into everyone’s background and they must have thought something was up with mine.”
“Did they say anything?”
“Just that I was American and that I had a dirty secret.”
“They know you were a fed?”
You shook your head. “Probably thought I was an informant or some shit.”
Javier nodded. You could see the worry in his eyes. 
“I’m fine, Javi.”
“You could have told me, you know.”
You looked at him. Maybe. Maybe you could have told him earlier. Maybe you should have told him earlier. But what would that have done? Make him worry more? Make him panic when you were left alone?
You’d been in Columbia a good few years before you met Javi. You were one of the best agents the FBI had in the field and - if you ever wanted it - there was a job waiting for you at the FBI in the states, the CIA or, probably now, the DEA. 
You were protected. By your career, by your knowledge, by your skills and by the fact that you entire past had been burried so deep, not even the Pentagon had access to it. 
Your gaze was both soft and serious. 
“I’m telling you now.”
Over the next hour, Javi went to your bathroom and grabbed a fresh face cloth before getting a bowl of warm water. Sitting back in his place on the table, he held your chin softly, Turing your face so he could wipe away the splats of dried blood. 
Once he finished, he placed the cloth down and turned back when he felt your hand grip his. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Javi just nodded, interlocking his knees with yours once more. “I get it. I do. I just wish…”
“I know.”
You both shared a look with one another. It didn’t need to be said out loud. 
Peña leaned in, and pressed a secure kiss to your lips. 
You would be okay. 
You are alive. 
And, over time, more stories would be revealed. What happened on certain jobs, what scars came from where, what they signified…
But in this moment; it didn’t matter. 
All of that could wait until tomorrow. 
For tonight, he wanted to show you what you meant to him. He’d say the words soon enough, but right now, he just needed to show you. 
And you were okay with that. 
After all, you felt the exact same way. 
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Kinktober 2022: October 16th
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Day 16: Double Penetration // Handjobs // Leather
Javier Peña x F!Reader x Steve Murphy
Rating: Explicit 
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Oral sex (male and female receiving), threesomes, sex clubs, public sex, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration
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You never expect this to happen. Not with them. Pressed up against two firm chests, both men panting in your ears and making you clench around them while they try to give you a moment to adjust to the fact that both of them are buried in your cunt and ass. 
The music pulses around you and there are more than one set of eyes on you. Watching while the three of you meld into a mass of limbs and grunts. Hands gripping you tightly and two mouths pressing to your skin while the alternating rhythm that they set makes you see stars. 
It was supposed to be a routine stakeout. Just watching the discreet club that people continuously filed in and out of. Javier said that Freckles told him something about it being a sex club, but you had laughed it off. Surely there is no way Escobar would have a club like that as a front.  
Yet here you are, the round bed that the three of you are on is luxurious and you should be focused on seeing what is happening between the staff, but Steve is kissing up the back of your neck, the brush of his mustache tickling your skin while Javier plunders your mouth in a kiss designed to steal your soul. 
It was the only way to pretend you weren’t feds. They were alert and had been suspicious, especially of Steve. Your odds were not good considering the security that was surrounding all the doors, obviously armed. 
They hadn’t thought you were serious when you asked for a bed, pulling out some cash and slapping it down on the table. The woman with her tits hanging out of her top starting to shake her head until you had dropped to you knees in front of Steve and pulled his cock out of his jeans to slide it into you mouth. 
You would beg for forgiveness later. Technically Connie was gone, they were separated, but still you needed to apologize to your partner for pulling his cock out to suck in front of everyone without talking to him first. Not that it seems like Steve minds right now, his cock thrusting in and out of your ass and his hiss of pleasure when you clench down on him fills your ear. 
Javi had pulled you away, dragged you up to your feet and his mouth immediately attached to your neck, biting and licking while he cups your tits over your shirt. He has always been faster on the uptake than Steve, or maybe it was because he was horny, but he figured out what you were doing. Apparently agreeing with your methods of averting suspicions. Sometimes you do things you wouldn’t normally do, and that includes fucking your partners. 
Not that it is a burden. Both men are handsome, start opposites, but sexy as homemade sin. Javier is dark and golden, expressive eyes and a scowl that can make you shiver. His anger is tightly wound and slightly thrilling when he finally lets go of it. Painted on jeans and a very nice bulge has always made you wonder what he is packing. It is impressive as it stretches your cunt out and throbs deep with harsh, fast thrusts. 
Steve has blonde hair and blue eyes. Charming on the surface and quicker to blow his top. Stunning in that all-American boy kind of way and a thick hillbilly draw that Javier loves to bust his balls over. 
Opposites, yet still they are taking you apart. Unraveling you in unison until you are nothing but breathless moans and pleas for more, only able to feel what they are doing to you and take what they give you. 
The three of you had moved to the bed, conveniently set up in the middle of the club, obviously wanting to give the others in the club a clear view of what was going to happen. None of you said anything once the woman had smirked and walked away, Javier Peña not watching a woman’s ass as she walked away for once. Instead he was busy starting to undress you. 
Both of them pulled at your clothes, stripping you out of the jeans and button up shirt. Luckily the weapons had been stashed prior to entering and Javi had ducked his head the moment your bra was tossed to the floor to suck on your tits. 
You had gasped, barely able to follow Steve’s silent commands as he strips you out of your pants and boots, stepping out of them only when  he lifts your legs and drags them over your ankles. Your fingers find his hair while he is kneeling down on the floor, tangling into the stands when he lunges forward and devours your cunt like a ripe peach. 
You know your cry was heard by others. You heard them laugh and chatter, but you didn't care. It’s been so long since you'd felt a man’s tongue on your clit and Steve was ravenous, licking and sucking like he was starving and you were his very saving grace, moving a leg up onto his shoulder while Javier bit and sucked on your breasts, making them ache and swell under his attention. 
It was only after you had cum, gasping and cursing while Steve sucked on your clit that they started to remove their own clothes. Exposing so much more skin than you had ever seen from them before. They had changed shirts in front of you, so the sight of their bare chests wasn’t shocking, but from their bare feet to the gorgeous discovery that you are getting an uncut cock from Javier, you had not seen any of the men before then. 
“Javi.” You whimper into his mouth, making him chuckle and bite at your lower lip while his hips keep moving, bending down and thrusting up into you hard enough that your tits bounce and you are hanging on to him for dear life. 
He had been just as glorious in your mouth. Javi’s groan is permanently etched into your brain, just like Steve’s is, when you had bent down when the three of you climbed onto the bed so you could wrap your lips around him. His hissed curse and the way his hand found your jaw made your stomach flop and your cunt bottomed out on itself. 
Steve groaned behind you, hands palming your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so he can stare at you while your head bobbed on his partner's cock. “I want her ass.” He announced, making you moan and rock your hips back in approval. 
All of that led to right now. They had worked their cocks into you slowly, giving you time and sinking into you inch by inch. Steve first since it had been some time since you had anything in your ass. Groaning pure filth into your ears when his hips were flush against your ass. 
Javi had watched with dark, eager eyes. His hooded gaze focused on the two of you while his hand slowly stroked his cock as he awaited his turn. Kissing you softly before he had shuffled forward and notched himself at your entrance before slowly pushing inside. 
You were more full than you have ever been before. Stretched to the max and panting quietly with your forehead pressed against Javi’s shoulder and Steve is pressed right up against your back. 
Now, moving, you feel like you are about to bust. Everything thrust up into you is timed between the two men. One pulling out of you while the other is pushing inside you. Nerves firing and you are gasping and whining in pleasure. Tiny pleas and begging coming from you from both of them for more. More, harder, deeper - just more. This one moment in time is the culmination of a million little fantasies you have entertained about both men and you are going to enjoy every single second of this. 
“Come on.” Steve grunts into your ear, his hands bruising on your hips and you hear his heavy panting. It’s been awhile and you can tell he is barely hanging on behind you. Your ring of muscles contract and he groans again, cock twitching. 
Javi moans and his teeth nip at your pulse, hands full of your breasts while he moves. The pressure of both men spearing up inside you separated by only a thin wall has you poised to scream. 
Several minutes and mindless thrusts later, you shatter. Crying out so loudly that every head in the place turns your way, your body locks up in their arms. Brilliant flashes of light swamp your vision while pleasure pours through every vein and you nearly collapse against Javi when you are done. 
Each man follows soon after, Steve groaning and you feel him push deep, heat flooding deep inside you and his panting your name makes you whimper. Javi manages five or six more thrusts before he is growling, biting your jaw while he pulses inside your cunt. Sighing softly while he rides it out, unable to believe that this happened and once you can get outside this club, you will decide what happens now that everything has changed. 
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The New Guy | Steve Murphy x m!reader
Anonymous asked: All this Steve Murphy talk reminded me to request something for him kdfjkdfjsk
Prompts:
"I've got you, don't worry"
"Fuck off, I’m not scared"
Was thinking something along the lines of the reader being a Rookie and working with Javier and Steve and Steve sort of takes him under his wing
summary: you're the new guy, but while everyone else is perfectly fine with you, Steve treats you a little... differently.
tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of gun violence
You were new to the whole DEA thing, transferred after you had finished your qualifications that were apparently needed for you to head to Columbia, you weren't sure why exactly; you had originally planned on getting down there to study ecology and conservation, and still had the qualifications to do it. But the money was better with the DEA, so you took the job, hoping that you could just lounge around in an office all day and maybe wander around to see the wildlife. You figured it would be easy. But then you were tasked to shadow Javier Peña and Steve Murphy.
Javier was nice, a little bit of a flirt and sometimes too much, but he was nice enough; he always brought you coffee when he got some for himself and Steve, even though he didn't have to. He always made sure that whatever snacks he got for stake outs were suitable for your dietary needs, too. He was nice enough, very handsome. Very charming.
Then there was Steve... fuck. Charming, American accent. Blue eyes that made you weak. Kind. More than kind, he always double checked that Javier had gotten your coffee just the way you liked it, always looked at the ingredients on snacks and warned you if they weren't suitable, always found a snake or two to tell you about. Golden hair and blue eyes and he would sit just a little close at the cramped desk, his shoulder against yours as he let his knee press against yours; he would double check your paperwork, he would buy you a packet of cigarettes every time he got himself one. Steve was... Steve was always good to you.
Javier was more than happy to just let you sit in the car whenever they went to deal with the real dangerous shit, but Steve always insisted that you ought to come along.
"He's just a fucking rookie."
"So?" Steve would put a hand on his hip. "If they see him sat there, they're gonna kill him. He's better off with us."
Javier would then insist that you were Steve's responsibility, that he had to keep an eye on you because even though Javier liked you, he wasn't about to keep an eye on a rookie while getting fucking shot at; you didn't blame him, you would have done the same.
So Steve ended up taking you under his wing, he ended up practically looking after you; his ex wife Connie would occasionally pop in and see you on your days off if Steve couldn't get away. She was lovely. She always brought you something to eat even if you could cook for yourself, telling you that really it was no worry, it was no problem - she kept saying that she was actually happy that Steve had taken a shine to you, and she admitted that if she had met you first... she would have, too. Connie was lovely, and you quite often swung by her place unannounced if you ever needed someone to talk to. She was good like that.
You and Steve were doing overtime tonight, flicking through files and newspapers and reports and everything else you could get your hands on, it was just you and Steve at the office though, well, you and Steve and the cleaning staff; he kept stealing glances at you, his breath hitching in his throat each time he looked at you. He kept swallowing thickly, kept shifting in his seat and kept running a hand through his hair like he had something to say but couldn't work up the gall to actually say it.
You nudged his shoulder, clearing his throat as you tossed a file into his lap. "You okay? You're... fidgety."
"I'm fine," Steve told you, although the way that he clenched his jaw said otherwise. "Is Connie gonna swing by yours later?"
"Yeah," you nodded, eyeing him with suspicion for a second. "She's gonna check on my dogs and snakes for me, make sure everything's okay... I owe her so much for doing shit like that... she, uh, she mentioned that she had a date tomorrow night."
"Yeah, some guy she met," he hummed. "He seems alright. He's clean. Attractive."
You froze a little at the last bit. "What do you mean attractive? Like, you'd date him attractive, or he's just... nice looking?"
"I'd date him," Steve admitted, clearing his throat. "That's, uh, that's not uhm... y'know, I'm, well... y'know, but-"
"It's fine," you dared to laugh softly, shaking your head as you lowered your voice a little, a force of habit. "I'm queer, Steve. You're safe with me, I've got you, don't worry."
"Fuck off, I'm not scared," he growled a little, not knowing that the way he said it sent a jolt down your spine, but then he laughed softly. "Sorry... you're new, and I shouldn't."
"Who cares that I'm new?" You scoffed. "Javier treats me like I've been here for years."
"I care," he said softly, slowly. "You're... you're not like anyone else, (y/n)... you're a good man."
You grumbled a little, daring to shift around just enough so that you could rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you let out a yawn. "So, what? You decided to take me under your wing because I'm good?"
"Well... there's other reasons," Steve admitted with a slight shrug, his gaze going to your lips for a second before he cleared his throat and growled softly under his breath. "I really shouldn't... we're... we work together, and you're new here."
"I don't care about that," you told him quietly, shaking your head. "I mean, if I didn't work here... I'd be down, if you were... I'd... I'd wanna be your boyfriend."
His eyes went a little wide as he looked at you for a second, but then he moved so that he could pull you onto his lap, large hands on your face as he pulled you in; it was instinctive more than anything, and he knew he would regret it the second that your lips were on his... but fuck, you felt so good and he couldn't help it when he slipped his tongue between your lips and how the soft moan that left you made his head spin. He would regret kissing you, you were colleagues, but... but he adored you.
He really adored you and when you pulled away, Steve couldn't help but to miss the feeling of your mouth on his; his chest heaving and his breathing ragged as he looked up at you with those baby blues. Shit, he adored you a lot more than he wanted to admit.
"You would?"
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"Yeah," you nodded, daring to smile at him as you raked a hand through his hair and hummed quietly. "I'd, I'd really like that... if, y'know, if that's what you want, too."
You pulled a cigarette out from your pocket, and let him cup his hands around it while you lit it; he even smiled when you blew a huff of smoke directly into his face.
"What do you say, Murphy?"
"I'd say be a good boyfriend, and give me half of that cigarette," he growled. "And then maybe we can go get coffee."
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