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creativekat · 3 years

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Your Mouth Was Made to Suck My Kiss

Pairing: Daniel Van Ness x F!Reader

Gif by @bendro-pascarnes

Word Count: 1,853

Rating: M **** 18 and up only!! ****

Warnings: hot kisses in the rain; protected sex (danny is a good boy!); missionary then cuddling

A/N: Thank you so much to @the-purity-pen for her encouragement in writing this story. Especially the smut portion. She was the one who told me side characters need love too and I love Daniel Van Ness to the moon and back so I appreciate her giving me this nudge. This is definitely going to end up being a series, even if it’s only for myself!

You never thought you’d fall for a man who wore a suit to work. You worked at a club that was not quite a dive bar, but definitely not upscale. It featured live punk/rock/grunge music and you dressed the part -- Ripped jeans, nose piercing, heavy black boots, short plaid skirts, t-shirts advertising your favorite bands. So, you would have said a man who wore a suit to work was definitely not your type, but then you met Daniel Van Ness.

At 6’4” and 220 lbs of muscle it would have been difficult not to notice him. The fact that he almost literally threw himself into celebrating the music being played was endearing to you. After all, if you hadn’t been working you would have been doing the same thing. In fact, you were a little jealous at the abandon with which he enjoyed himself.

When he took his shot and asked you out, you wrote your phone number on a coaster and tucked it into the pocket of his own equally ripped jeans, and smiled before walking away. When he called the next afternoon you realized he wasn’t about playing games and that made you like him even more.

You met him the following Sunday afternoon at a coffee shop you frequented and, as luck would have it, it was a midpoint between your place and his. You arrived to find him waiting outside and were pleased when he opened the door for you. You considered yourself a feminist but you enjoyed it when a man was thoughtful in little ways. You also noticed when you got to the counter that he waited until you had ordered before proceeding.

When you had gotten your drinks and sat down, you found that he was really easy to talk to. It wasn’t a surprise to you that you loved a lot of the same bands and the same songs by those bands. You both spoke fluently in song lyrics and movie quotes. You found your eyes drawn to the dimple in his chin and the way his eyes never left yours whenever you were speaking. You asked him what he did for a living and it surprised you when he said he worked for the government. He didn’t expand on that information and you didn’t ask even though the mystery of it made you extremely curious.

By the time you left the coffee shop, you were completely smitten with this large pudding cup of a man and you hoped he asked you for a second date. Instead, he asked if you wanted to continue on to get pizza and then go for a walk. You couldn’t think of a single reason to say no, so you nodded your head and when he took your hand you felt a warm rush of heat up your arm. You wondered, briefly, to yourself if sleeping with him on the first date was a bad idea. You had a strong feeling he was trustworthy so you figured you’d see how the rest of the date went.

When it began to rain during your walk Daniel gripped your hand tighter and guided you to the dry safety of a gazebo at the edge of a duck pond. You were soaked by the time you got under the protective awning but you didn’t mind the fact that your hair was dripping and your Nirvana t-shirt was clinging to you. You were having the most fun you’d had in a long while and laughing even as you ran to avoid the sudden torrent.

Your laughter died in your throat when you saw the look in Daniel’s eyes as he looked down at you. His own shirt was clinging to him in all the right places and you only had a moment to lick your lips before the space between you closed. You weren’t sure who made the first move, but it felt like a mutual decision as your lips met and arms wrapped around one another.

He didn’t kiss like a man who wore a suit to work. The lyrics to a Liz Phair song ran through your head, “your kisses are as wicked as an F-16” and you wondered if the following line would match up to him as well. You felt as if you knew what sin tasted like after one kiss and your body was urgently prodding you to explore more. When you pulled away, Daniel tried to follow but you placed your hand on his chest and smiled up at him, suddenly shy at what you were about to ask.

“Should we go to your place or mine to get out of this rain?” His eyebrows raised comically and for a moment you worried you’d made a mistake, but then he leaned in to kiss you again.

Then next time the two of you came up for air, he placed his forehead to yours and whispered, “I live right across the street.”

You laughed when you realized, “this means we’ll have to brave the rain again.”

Daniel laughed as well, shrugging his broad shoulders, “Totally worth it though, right?” He looked at you, questioningly, to make sure you’re both on the same page.

You licked your lips again, nodding because you definitely were. Then you took each other’s hands once again and made the mad dash to the apartment complex across the street. By the time you got inside his place, you were breathless with the sprint from the park and the need you both felt.

Daniel effortlessly lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he kicked the front door closed. He wasted no time in carrying you to his bedroom and the two of you fell onto his bed, your wet clothes soaking the blanket. Neither one of you seemed to care about that as your hands worked to peel your shirts off. Daniel paused briefly to check in with you, “Are you sure about this?” He looked at you intensely, concern etched into his features, and your heart melted.

Nodding, you replied, “Definitely. Do you have condoms?”

Daniel grinned at you and proceeded to reach under you to unclasp your bra. His mouth seared a path across your jawline and down your neck, then your collarbone. He took his time, licking and nipping at your skin as if trying to memorize the taste of you. When he finally swirled his tongue around, first one nipple then the other, your body felt as if it might combust. Breathlessly, you gasped, “Danny… I can’t wait any more… please.”

His face tilted up in your direction. His face reflected the surprise and pleasure at your use of the nickname for him. He loved the sound of it falling from your lips. You blushed briefly then shrugged. It had felt natural and you liked that you felt so at ease with him. With a chuckle, he pushed himself off of you before taking a moment to peel your jeans down your hips then from your legs to the floor.

He reached into the bedside table drawer and grabbed a foil packet while you sat up and helped him out of his jeans. Your breath caught in your lungs as his manhood sprang free and you realized that he lived up to the stereotype regarding tall men. As he rolled the condom on, you laid back and finished undressing by removing your panties.

Daniel took a moment to grab a pillow, lifting your head with one hand and placing the pillow beneath it with the other. Leaning over you, he kissed you once more as he reached between your legs to caress your folds to ensure you were ready for him. Two long fingers dipped into your warmth and his thumb stroked your clit, the friction making you moan into his mouth.

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer, he pulled his hand away and began to press his length into you, taking his time. He kept his eyes on you as he slid into you, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable. You lifted your feet to rest on the mattress, opening yourself up to him, so he could fill you more easily.

You both paused for a moment, smiling, before you bucked your hips encouraging him to continue. That was the only hint he needed as he began to move, pistoning slowly at first. Your mouths met once more and your hands explored one another. His thrusts began to pick up speed and you inched closer to climax.

His hands gripped your hips and your nails dug into the flesh at his shoulders as you crested the wave crying out his name as you came. Daniel didn’t slow down and a moment later was groaning as he emptied himself into the condom then settled on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck. You lay that way for a while, wrapped up in the afterglow of sex, then he carefully withdrew and got up to go to the bathroom.

You sat up as he left the room, looking around his room and wondering what came next. Now that you’d let him fuck you would he become a different person? You really didn’t know him all that well even if you had felt like you did. He returned with a glass of water and leaned in to kiss the top of your head as he handed it to you, “Do you want to stay here tonight?” He opened the top drawer of his dresser and retrieved a pair of boxer shorts. You hadn’t answered yet but he opened a second drawer and pulled out a dry t-shirt for you to borrow.

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” You take the offered Nine Inch Nails shirt and slide it over your head while he steps into his boxers. You grabbed the pillow he’d placed beneath your head earlier and propped it back at the head of the bed then you crawled beneath the comforter. Daniel turned off the overhead light and you felt the bed shift as he climbed into bed next to you. Immediately you felt him reaching for you in the dark and pulling you close. You talked for a bit before you drifted to sleep.

The next morning, you wake to the feeling of Daniel kissing your forehead. You raised your head, fogged with sleep for a moment, before realizing he's fully dressed, in a grey suit, white button-down shirt, and blue tie. Your eyes widened for a moment but then you focused on the fact that he’s telling you that he has to go to work but you were welcome to sleep longer or help yourself to coffee in the kitchen. He kissed you once more before saying good-bye and walking out the door. A moment later, you hear the click of the apartment’s front door closing. You fell back against the pillow thoughtfully.

You never thought you’d fall for a man who wore a suit to work. But, it seemed you were well on your way.

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lavendertales · 3 years

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Wicked game (Javier Peña x f!reader)

Part 16 of Lay It On Me series

summary: during an undercover stakeout, you and Steve talk personal stuff, and when the topic inevitably lands on Javier, the night culminates with a surprising call.

word count: 4.5k

gif: @nickblaine

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Cali was an entirely different story.

Barely three weeks into your mission to put an end to its cartel and you already felt helpless. The Cali cartel was much more resourceful and organized than the Medellin one, much more dangerous, and by that point, it was estimated that they were running about 80% of the cocaine market worldwide.

Which meant the stakes were higher than before, as was the pressure weighing down on you, Steve and Javier.

The rules were poles apart from what you used to know. Since the three of you were in charge of the operation alongside Colonel Hugo Martinez, Chris Feistl and Daniel Van Ness, you had to be utterly professional and shift your entire attention to the operation. Nothing could be left out, nothing could be done randomly. And, being the determined and stubborn person that you were, your number one priority was bringing down the cartel.

“There’s a party tonight,” Hugo announced loudly.

“So, are we all invited or not?” Chris joked.

Unimpressed, Hugo’s face remained impassible whilst looking at the rest of the team.

“We got word that the Rodriguez brothers will be there,” he continued. “And it is also rumored that Pacho Herrera will be there, meaning the big three. What we need is more intel. We cannot arrest them just yet.”

“Why the hell not?” Javier interfered. “We got everything we could need to get our hands on those bastards.”

“Because that’s how we do things here, Peña. With careful consideration. We don’t just throw ourselves head first into danger.”

Visibly displeased, Javier only grunted and kept his mouth shut, staring at the ground. Chris and Daniel, on the other hand, asked more questions, as opposed to how silent the three of you were.

“And because we want to keep things on the low and follow them tonight, figure out where they go into hiding, I’m gonna ask you two to go.”

You and Steve exchanged a somewhat worried look, but replied nothing.

“I’d like you two to go undercover at that party tonight. Simply observe them and follow them when they leave.”

“Why them?” Daniel asked, somewhat disappointed.

“Because they’re smarter than you give them credit for. And they know when to keep their mouths shut. Which is imperative for this particular mission.”

“Alright. I guess we’re partying tonight,” you said.

“Remember, blend in and keep your distance as much as you can.”

“Got it.”

“No interactions at all. We want them to feel like they are in control, as usual.”

“We can pretend we’re just out for some drinks,” Steve suggested.

“Good. You’ll act as if you’re on a date, in the background. No actual drinks. We don’t want anyone’s inhibitions or mental faculties to vanish.”

Both you and Steve chuckled while the team slowly spread out. Javier was the first to exit the conference room, rushing outside for a smoke. Ever since he left Medellin, he promised himself he’d cut the cigarettes, but it seemed that with all the stress and pressure, he needed something to cut the tension. And nicotine and alcohol were the only sources of coping he had left.

“I’ll pick you up at nine?” Steve asked you.

“Sure thing. I’ll give you my address.”

“Still can’t really get used to the surroundings. Feels kinda weird not living on the same floor with Javi.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

You haven’t sounded so harsh and cold in a long time, and you embraced it. You had big things to focus on and not even Javier Peña was going to stand in your way.

“Are you guys okay? You and—”

“We’ve got work to do. We’re in the middle of a war, Murphy. Let’s just do our jobs.”

Steve didn’t bother adding or asking anything else. He knew a refusal when he heard one, and he pushed you no further, despite his instincts telling him that life at the office would be living hell now that you and Javier truly hated each other.

Steve drove you to the venue where the party was being held. When you arrived, a few minutes before ten, the party barely started. Everyone was dancing, talking, drinking and, by the looks of it, smoking heavily. You had to remind yourself that you were supposedly on a date, meant to sit in the back and observe.

“Here, let’s have a seat,” Steve guided you to a small table.

“We can’t talk in English. We have to blend in, and if they hear a couple of gringos here, we’ll stand out immediately.”

“Luego hablamos en español.”

Then we talk in Spanish.

You looked surprised at Steve, who only flashed a bright and proud smile in return.

“No está mal para un Americano, ¿eh?” he continued.

Not bad for an American, huh?

“No está nada mal. ¿Cuándo aprendiste a hablar tan bien?”

Not bad at all. When did you learn to speak such fluent Spanish?

“Todavía estoy aprendiendo.”

I am still learning.

“Tal vez quieras perder el típico acento americano.”

You might want to lose the typical American accent.

“¿Cómo?”

How?

“En inglés, se rueda la R. Pero en español, se pone énfasis en ella.”

In English, you roll your R. But in Spanish, you put emphasis on it.

Steve leaned in over the table and whispered, “Can you teach me how?”

You smiled. “Just hear me talk.”

“Then… talk to me.”

“Eres un gran hombre, Steve Murphy. Un gran amigo, un gran agente... también genial en la cama. Y espero que salgamos vivos de esto porque me gustaría mucho tenerte como amigo en mi vida. Necesito cosas buenas. Necesito buenos amigos como tú.”

You’re a really great man, Steve Murphy. A great friend, a great agent… great in bed, too. And I hope we make it out of this alive because I’d very much like to have you as a friend in my life. I need good things. I need good friends like you.

“What I got from that is that… I’m great—”

“Mhm.”

“And… you sound really good when you talk in Spanish—”

“Also true.”

“And that we’re friends.”

“Yes.”

“I’m confused, I thought this was a date.”

You giggled, and Steve followed suit. Each of you took a few sips from your beers and resumed staring at the crowd. As told, Gilberto and Miguel were there, dancing and making conversations with the other guests. You settled for listening to the music and simply examining every single person there. You looked at their clothes, the hairstyles, the jewelry, everything you could visualize in the dim, colorful lights.

“Hey, listen,” Steve said after a while, moving closer to you. “About what happened with you and me, and—and Javi…”

“Don’t make it weird, Murphy.”

“I wasn’t trying to, I just—“

“Then don’t talk about it. It happened. It was fun, it was great—“

“It was really great.”

You smiled, eager to finish the conversation and move way past it.

“It was… a one-time thing,” you finished. “We are all colleagues, and our main objective right now is to sit here, quietly, and keep tabs on the Rodriguez brothers.”

“Okay, fine. But from where I’m standing, things are far worse between you and him. It’s the worst it’s ever been. You’re not even talking to each other.”

“Why should we? We’re just colleagues.”

“I can see why he used to think he hated you. You really are stubborn like him.”

You frowned, taking another sip of the beer. Slowly, the desire to drown yourself in alcohol overawed you, but you fought it. You were on the job. You couldn’t afford any distractions.

“’Used to think’?” you repeated, incredulous.

“Yes, used to. I told you, you two are two peas in a pot. Same coin. Of course he would hate you, and vice versa. But now… you are just so fucking infuriating with all this ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude. It’s worse than the ‘I hate you’ one. At least that one was sincere.”

“Murphy, don’t push it.”

“All of this could be solved with one conversation. You know that just as much as I do, and he knows that, too.”

“We’ve had the fucking conversation.”

“What?”

You managed to block out the sound, the laughter, all of it. All you could hear were the hysterics from your last conversation with Javier, over a month ago. His husky voice yelling at you how you controlled his every move, his every decision, his hands roaming around your waist, his lips at your neck, whispering how gorgeous you were, your legs around his waist, all of it tore you apart in millions of tiny pieces.

So you blocked it all out.

“We’ve had the conversation,” you repeated. “We agreed it is both of our interest to be colleagues, civil around each other—”

“Civil? You’re not even talking to each other.”

“It’s what’s best.”

“For whom?”

“For me! For both of us! He’s not the guy who commits, and I am not the girl who commits. All I’ve ever been great for are one night stands. And it’s been working flawlessly. I don’t want or need any attachment. Much less to the womanizer of Medellin. And I want to do what is best for me.”

“Denying yourself of the one thing that brings you joy isn’t what’s best.”

You stared furiously at him, finishing your beer and ordering another one right away. Of course you would feel displeased when somebody pointed out exactly what you were doing wrong because you did not need anyone else bringing you down. You did that plenty in your spare time.

But at the very least you did not lose sight of neither Gilberto nor Miguel, their figures still distinguishable in the crowd.

“Se supone que estamos hablando en español,” you reminded him.

“Baila conmigo.”

We’re supposed to be talking in English.

Dance with me.

You sighed, but succumbed nonetheless. Steve was taller than you, so the ratio of height whilst dancing with him was rather enjoyable. But it was also overwhelming to think of the hold he had over your waist as the phantom of Javier’s. It was cruel to him, though he may not have known it, and it was cruel to you, under an entirely different form.

It was simply excruciating. Every touch, regardless who its owner was, made you think of Javier. Every breath, every sound, you could trace it all back to him. So you forced yourself to shut down with alcohol.

“No eres malo,” you remarked amusedly.

You are not bad.

Not bad at all.

“I used to dance with Connie every now and then,” Steve smirked.

“Me doy cuenta. Tienes un buen ritmo.”

I can tell. You have a pretty good rhythm.

Very good, if I remember correctly.

“I miss her,” he sighed, staring off in the distance.

“I wish I could say it gets better in time, but time is a cruel mistress.”

“It sure fucking feels like that.”

“¿Por qué no la llamas?”

Why don’t you call her?

It’s easy for you to do. You’re the guy who says something and then does it.

“Porque… tengo—uh—miedo.”

Because I’m afraid.

“¿Por qué tienes miedo?”

Why are you afraid?

“I’m afraid of hearing her, of wanting to see her when she probably won’t want me.”

You remained silent for a little. The sentiment was cruelly close to your heart as well.

Because if I don’t look at you… then I don’t see the pain in your eyes. The disappointment, the anger or the beauty. Because that way… I don’t feel… things. And that way… my mind isn’t trying to memorize every detail of your face like it’s the last thing I’ll ever see.

Javier’s words were ingrained in your mind like a sharp knife, impossible to remove without causing significant damage. The speech ringed awfully like a goodbye, and once again, you understood it. You reciprocated the sentiment regardless of how much you despised it.

“Estoy dispuesto a apostar que si cogieras el teléfono y la llamaras, te contestaría. Y te escuchará a pesar de todo.”

I am willing to bet that if you picked up the phone and called her, she’d answer. And she’ll hear you regardless.

Steve smiled fondly at you, spinning you around once before bringing you back to his chest. “Thanks.”

“You didn’t get that, did you?”

“I think I did. But I don’t—I don’t wanna think about that tonight.”

“Distraction it is then.”

You danced with Steve for longer than you had anticipated. You must’ve drank about five beers when you finally began to feel drunk, and when you finally sat back down at the table, your vision was somehow on high alert for Gilberto or Miguel.

And when you spotted both of them leaving around two a.m., you and Steve knew it was go time.

Steve drove slowly and steadily, with you dead silent in the passenger’s seat. You managed to calm yourself down and focus on the job again, which was liberating, but not enough.

It was pretty clear that both you and Steve had issues to fight through and you needed to find something to help you cope in all of that debilitating stress. Alcohol wouldn’t cut it, not when you were literally following the Cali cartel’s big bosses to their private headquarters and you needed to stay focused more than anything.

Steve pulled up at the end of a darkened street, at the end of which stood a very lavish villa. You failed to contain your surprise, although the scenery was exactly what you would’ve expected from someone who loved living in style.

“Jesus fucking Christ, they’re not even hiding this,” Steve breathed, examining the surroundings.

“Do you know where we are?”

“I memorized the road to this place. We gotta call Javi.”

You took the phone out of your bag and dial Javier’s number, numb to the flood of emotions that threatened to pass through you.

“Peña.”

“It’s me. We’re—”

“Can you give me Murphy?”

You rolled your eyes and made sure that he heard you sigh annoyingly before passing the phone to Steve.

“Have your precious Murphy,” you whispered under your breath, eyes on the road.

“What the hell was that?” he queried.

“Where are you?”

“Apparently, we’re at the Rodriguez hideout. At least that’s what they call it, but it’s a huge fucking villa, lots of security—”

Steve stopped, and you noticed why. Right before you, the garage door opened and you saw Gilberto, Miguel and Pacho, clear as the sun.

“What’s going on?” Javier cooed.

“We’ve got sight of the Rodriguez brothers. And Pacho.”

“You’re looking at them right now?”

“Right now.”

“Are you safe? Both of you?”

“Yeah, we’re—we’re fine, they can’t see us.”

“Okay, good.”

“Listen, Javi, we can get in there right now and bust them—”

“No, we can’t,” you said.

“You can’t,” Javier agreed.

“I’m buzzed, and we don’t have enough backup.”

“You don’t have any backup. It’s just the two of you, you can’t do it.”

You exchanged a concerned look with Steve, mentally debating for longer than you cared to admit or even want, but you both agreed Javier was right. It was a suicide mission, and you weren’t really on your best behavior.

“Fine,” you cooed.

“Give me Y/N on the phone.”

Steve passed you the phone and you resentfully took it, placing it to your ear. “He knows words,” you said mockingly, wanting to pinch and sting him however you could.

“You have to get out of there. You’ll tell us the address and we’re gonna check it out tomorrow, but you can’t go in there, drunk, no less—”

“I am not drunk, you moron. I’ve had a couple of beers.”

“So that’s about, what, five?”

And then you got mad.

“Do not talk to me like if you know me better than I know myself, Peña. If you’re resorting to hating me and not talking to me, then do that.”

“Just get out of there. Martinez gave clear instructions and we would prefer to have you both alive.”

“Doesn’t sound like it coming from you.”

You only heard Javier’s ragged breath on the other line and you hung up, fuming. It felt like you had been transported back a year, when all you and Javier could do was snap at each other on the smallest grounds you could find and tear each other apart verbally.

Only this time around, the anger vanished within minutes and it was replaced by sorrow.

Unwilling to dive into the topic but very eager to have another drink, stronger, you gestured to Steve to drive you home, and he obeyed. That was the great and refreshing thing about your dynamic with Steve: he was kind and straightforward, and you could share a laugh—or a sweaty night together with another, apparently—without the fear of what tomorrow would bring to you. Javier, on the other hand, could be easily categorized as being too straightforward at times; and at other times, so quiet that it was nearly out of character. You thought you had become acquainted with him and you truly felt like whatever he felt, you did, but lately, he sent too many mixed messages, too many parallels to however it was that he might’ve been feeling like.

And you were tired of trying to guess and wonder.

When you invited Steve upstairs, he instantly accepted. He seemed deep in thought as well, but perhaps for reasons that were entirely different than yours. Neither one of you said much when you poured whiskey in two glasses, chugging it down with each passing minute and finally entertaining yourselves after yet another long day.

“I tell you what,” Steve giggled, cheeks reddened and words slightly slurred. “I call Connie, like you said—”

“Mhm—”

“And you call Javier.”

You burst out laughing even though that hadn’t been your intention. You wanted to stare disapprovingly, to mock him and to openly bash Javier, but instead, you sat on the floor, legs crossed and alcohol running in your bloodstream like an angry river.

“Right now?” you asked.

“Right now.”

“Oh, Steven… don’t you know drunk calls are terrible?”

“Not when it comes to Javier motherfuckin’ Peña.”

You nodded, toasting with Steve for whatever reason. There needn’t be one, though; it was just about lowering your inhibitions and your walls for a little while with a friend.

“Why are you both so fucking stubborn?”

“I get it from my mom. She, uh—once she was set on something, she went through with it. She didn’t use to care.”

“Is—is she—?”

“Dead? No. I just haven’t spoken much to her since I was sixteen.”

Steve frowned, understanding in his drunkenness that you had reached a sensitive topic that you never willingly shared before. He straightened his position as if to listen to you better and patiently waited for an explanation of any sort.

“She kicked me out of the house when I was sixteen,” you said, gaze fixed somewhere in front of you, staring at nothing and yet seeing everything from that one painful moment you just mentioned. “I told her and my father that… I like boys… and girls as well. I told them I like both. I told them I like… people. Actually I hate people, but—but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“She said she’s not gonna raise a mentally ill child, a broken one. Next time I heard from her was when she called to tell me my father died in a motorcycle crash. And then… a few months later to tell me that my uncle was dead, too. And nothing since then. Over ten years.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ… I’m—I am so sorry.”

You shrugged and poured yourself more whiskey. “It’s in the past.”

There was much more Steve would’ve liked to add, to say, yet he couldn’t find the proper words. Everything he planned thoroughly in his mind would’ve came stupid at that time, so he dropped it and indulged you in drinking more. He nearly gasped when he saw you take out the phone and dial.

“What are you doing?” he asked, half dying of curiosity and half concerned.

“Calling Peña like you told me to. If this gets you to talk to Connie, then so be it.”

“Wait, I didn’t think you’d really—”

“Peña.”

“Oh, you sound grumpy. What’s the matter?”

Javier, on the other line, was entirely stunned. He recognized your drunken voice, but he made nothing of it. He was still awake at that ungodly hour and truth be told, he was uncertain whether you were just entertaining yourself or if there was something wrong.

“Having fun from what I hear,” he remarked.

It was hurting him, distressing him in ways it really shouldn’t have. Just the sound of your voice was awakening something in him that he couldn’t recall ever feeling.

“The stakeout is over. Now it’s just a lot of drinking.”

Javier huffed, getting out of bed. He rubbed his forehead and temples, very tempted to get into the car and drive all the way to you. But he didn’t. He faltered, he questioned himself—and you, subsequently—and chose to sit there dumbfounded, phone in hand.

“Did you need anything or—why the hell did you call?”

His words stung and they come out much harsher than he wanted, but he couldn’t take it back. Not with you. You’d see right through his crap and call him out on it without hesitation and relentlessly.

“Steve kind of needs me to do this.”

“He needs you to call me at… two in the morning?”

“Kind of. He said that if I call you now to talk, then he’ll call Connie. Long story.”

“Okay, then… why did you call me?”

“To talk.”

“I can come over.”

This time, you hesitated. Next to you, Steve was listening to every word of what you and he exchanged, but you paid him no attention. You focused on your breaths instead and thought about every single word that you wanted to get out.

“No,” you replied, slightly taken aback by your own boldness in that state. “Because that would require… eye contact, and… we don’t do that, right?”

Javier gulped.

And you heard it.

“I want to,” he admitted, managing to shock even Steve. “I really want to. But—“

But.

“It’s too complicated.”

“Like hell it is!” Steve whispered angrily and you immediately slapped him over his arm.

“It’s really not. We make it complicated because we don’t wanna risk it all in this war. We don’t wanna have something dear to hold onto that can be easily taken away by those fucking narco traficantes. I feel you. I—”

“I know you do.”

You were left without a smart reply and breaths. All air was confined into one painful spot in your throat, not ventilating properly to your lungs, and you forced yourself to clear your throat in hopes of clearance.

“But I do give a shit about you, Javier,” you admitted as well. “You think this is easy for me, saying these things? It’s not. It’s really fucking not. And… part of me is glad you didn’t look at me for months because… I stared enough for the both of us.”

Javier groans your name, the sound a painful reminder of the good times you’ve shared thinking they meant nothing more but stress relief.

“There’s no point in this call, really. We agreed it’s best to drop the whole thing and—”

“Fuck, I—listen, I—I want to try and make things right and be the kind of person you want to… I don’t fucking know, spend time with, if we have it…”

“Then do something about it!” Steve yelled.

Silence.

On the other line, Javier froze. He realized that you were still with Steve, and he thought back to the entire stakeout, how it must’ve went, how the two of you had to play pretend for hours on end and share drinks and laughter—

And he ached again.

But he knew Steve was not terrible like he is. He knew that if there was any man that would treat you right, it would be him.

So he let it happen. He let those intrusive thoughts slide out of his mind and focused on the job instead.

The job comes first, he said once under your hesitant approval. And this made no exception.

“Don’t call me next time at this fucking hour unless there’s a good reason,” he said and hung up.

He knew he was no good and that he was acting like an asshole. But how else was he supposed to function in that war and with you by his side every single day?

Steve tried to catch your attention, but you cut him off immediately.

“I knew this would happen. Every single fucking time we try to talk… either he loses his shit or I lose mine and we end up fighting. This wasn’t any different. And neither of us will change.”

“You two are the most infuriating people I have ever fucking met. I hate you both.”

You kept on drinking, amusement fading from your system. What the hell were you thinking? Calling Javier Peña in the middle of the night without the prospect of it being a booty call was a lost cause.

“You two boneheads are crazy about each other and in your stupid process of ignoring each other you hurt everyone around you, including yourselves,” he said, taking the almost empty bottle of whiskey from you.

“What do you want me to do?! I have tried and tried and, yes, I am—I might just be crazy for this shitty ass man who won’t even say it in return when it’s clear that this is—this is more for him to. We both… fuck, we both know it’s something more, but this fucking… fear, Steve, it’s—it’s crippling.”

“Well, cut it out already. You’re bumming us all out.”

“Yeah, cause being in love with Javier Peña is an easy task. Like you can just—”

And it clicked.

You stared at Steve with a panicked look on your face like you’d just seen the devil himself. You felt shocked, terrified and eased, all at once. The last time you had even thought about the L word was over a decade ago and truthfully, you didn’t believe you would ever say it again. At least not in that context or not to that degree.

But it was true. It was maddeningly true. It had to be.

You were madly in love with him, in spite of everything, and there was no way around it. The second that word slipped out of your mouth, rolling down your tongue and through your vocal chords, you felt it, too. You felt its meaning, its implications and its overwhelming effect on you.

All because of a goddamn office hookup.

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Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Dating Poly Bill and Ted

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis

Poly Billy and Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

#80s movies #80s imagine #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s smut #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanon #80s movie smut #90s movies #90s imagine #90s movie headcanon #90s movie imagine #90s movie headcanons #90s tv show imagine #90s tv headcanons

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Rushingly Bittersweet, (Javier Peña x f!reader) part 1.

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: After the fall of Escobar everything starts happening way too fast for Javier; his raise, his new office, his new team, the Cali cartel's operation, the sudden arrival of a new agent that was transferred to his team for no apparent reason, the way he was falling in love with her almost unintentionally.

And he couldn't seem to stop any of that.

Word count: +2.1k

Series warnings: talks and mentions of misogyny and sexism, cursing, smoking, drinking, eventual sex, cartel shit, watch me make some shit up to fit reader inside the narrative, guns, dea shit, feels, javier actually being a little bit more introspective, just basically me inserting reader into the third season

Chapter warnings: depictions of misogyny and some cursing

A/N: This chapter is set in season three, episode one. // this has been simmering in the back of my head for way too long, i even made a post about it just trying to ease the weight of my thoughts but my mind keeps racing with more things about this exact story, so here goes nothing. THIS GOES ALONG THE CANON OF THE THIRD SEASON kinda (so yeah, spoilers if you haven’t watched it yet), i actually had to watch it to write this because in the end, you’re a fucking DEA agent baby (also please keep in mind that english is not my native language, im really trying for this to be GOOD)

Read on ao3 // fic index // Masterlist // fic playlist

comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated 💓 let me know if you wanna be tagged

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You knew you chose a difficult job, hell, a difficult career, you knew you had to prove yourself, your worth and your abilities countless times, at this point it wasn’t even that much of a surprise anymore. Every time you encountered another man in the office or in the field, you had to spend an incredible amount of time first proving you were capable and you knew what you were doing before even getting to work.

Yet you got comfortable in your previous destination, you had a team, you had people to trust and trusted you back, they knew you were more than capable, you didn’t have to tell them to listen to you or your ideas, you didn’t have to ask for anyone’s approval. You were just another agent.

But now you had to do it all over again.

“Shit” you growled, trying to unwrinkle your blazer with one hand, the flight down to Colombia hadn’t been at all gentle to you and you were tired and cold. Your feet were sore, your back was killing you, you were fighting the desire to get rid of your suit skirt and run to put some pants on, everybody was lying when they said Colombia was a hot place, the air was chilly, and the dress suit you were wearing barely provided any meaningful heat, and the fact that nobody went to pick you up at the airport made you even more frustrated. You were still pulling around your suitcase because apparently the embassy is such a fucking mess that not even one person told you where you were going to live yet.

You showed your badge to the guards at the doors and they let you in without much of a look. You walked right through the lobby into the elevator, sighing in relief. Thanks America and its air conditioned buildings.

The elevator doors opened and you walked straight inside of the DEA offices, they were small, cramped and dark, great, just how you liked your work spaces.

“Hi” you said, approaching the small front desk, the receptionist looked up at you and smiled, it was the first smile you saw in a while and that made you feel a little less frustrated, you pulled out the badge again and showed it to her “can you please direct me to the office of Javier Peña?” you asked.

The girl tilted her head to the left in confusion.

“Are you agent Martin?” she said with her thick american accent, you put the badge again in the pocket of your dress pants and nodded to her.

“Yes, is he– is he expecting me?”

“Not really, but agent Feistl is,” she said, pointing to a cornered desk almost in the back where a blond man was sitting, he looked up at the sound of his name and you sighed again.

“Oh, yeah, I talked to him on the phone, thank you,” you said, smiling a bit back to her while you walked around the unoccupied desks in the front of the office “Feistl” you said his name once you reached his desk, stretching out your hand to shake his “agent Martín” you said “it’s nice to meet you” he looked at you, frowning, but took your hand nonetheless and shook it.

“Chris Feistl” he said, a little taken aback and another man approached both of you “this is my partner, Daniel Van Ness” the larger man gave you a single nod and you shook his hand again.

“You’re agent Martin?” Van Ness said.

Here we go again.

“My last name is Martín, first name Florencia” you said, accentuating the í in your last name, inhaling the tension around and making it your own, yet another time “I’m guessing you were expecting a man?” you dropped, they looked at each other “don’t worry, it happens everytime” you finished with a small grin.

They remained silent, looking at you, yet another time you let them, although for a single moment you actually wondered if there was something wrong with the way you looked; you gave a glance to yourself on the elevator walls on your way up and aside from your hair being close to look like a mess you were ok, you take another second to try to analyze the men in front of you, the way they were standing, the expression on their faces, they were shocked that was for sure, but also… relieved? and somehow… happy?.

“Is there anywhere I can put this?” you asked, glancing at the suitcase.

“You came here all the way from the airport?” Feistl asked, you nodded.

“Yeah, no one showed up so I just grabbed a cab” Van Ness snorted and you looked at him. He didn’t say anything, “where’s my desk?” you asked again, starting to feel more frustrated but also a bit amused when again they didn’t say a thing, “you did get the memo that you’d be getting a new person today, right?” you questioned in a huff, a bit louder, looking at them in utter disbelief. Fucking embassy, fucking DEA.

“Is agent Martin here?” you heard your name being called from behind you, the men in front of you just widened their eyes and looked at you.

“That would be me” you announced, turning around, seeing a tall, tanned skin, sweaty man approaching you, “and you must be Javier Peña” you said, allowing yourself to be more assured, stretching your hand again.

“You are agent Martin” he said, making it sound half like a question, half an assertion, looking at you up and down, he put his hands on his hips, not bothering to take your hand.

“Florencia Martín, yes sir” you dropped down your hand and pronounced your last name again, trying to get american people to pronounce your name was hard, and you hoped at least Javier Peña would understand it, yet he said it wrong. He just stood there and you glanced at him discreetly, he, differently from the men behind you, was a walking ball of frustration, you sympathized and tried to read his posture. He was trying to be cocky but his try died in his eyes, he was shocked, surprised and not at all entertained.

“No wonder why I couldn’t find you in the airport” he growled.

“You were also expecting a man” you affirmed, this time, a small hint of disappointment grew inside your stomach “don’t worry, it happens all the time” you repeated roughly. You turned around to your new partners, not caring and ignoring the look your new boss was giving you “my desk?”

Van Ness pointed a small cubicle behind his and Feislt’s big desks, you suppressed a sigh and walked towards the space, still pulling your fucking suitcase, feeling the looks of three men in your back. You were used to this, you had done it countless times, and you knew you weren’t the only woman that has gone through this. But after spending the time you spent in one single place, with the same people, doing the same thing, after having an amazing partner that had believed in you since the day you almost punched the shit out of him on the academy, after having your own office to work with him, after having faced many masculine faces disapproving you being in the same rooms as them while chasing bad guys, after receiving thousands of condescending looks when you said anything, and yet being capable of raise everybody’s expectations, starting it all over again not only sounded hard, it also sounded exhausting.

Javier couldn’t believe his fucking luck when he looked at you. He certainly was expecting a man, Washington only told him so much and he assumed what everyone did when they heard your last name, in the end it was a masculine name. For some reason he felt guilty when you told him you always get that reaction.

He tried to examine you, ever the analyzer, but he got nothing, not from the way you were still standing in front of the ridiculously small cubicle, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor, or the way you kept putting a thin strand of hair behind your ear and it kept falling in front of your right cheekbone, nothing from the way you reached for the manila folder that was waiting to be picked up or the way your fingers moved around the pages. You seemed unreadable to him and he didn’t like that. Not one bit.

You turned around when you felt his stare, he was still just standing there, looking at you.

“Is this really everything I have to be briefed on?” you questioned him lifting the folder in your left hand. He nodded and turned to the right to walk to his office “well fuck that” you murmured under your breath. You heard Van Ness snorting again and looked at him giving you a small smile, maybe you didn’t say that as quietly as you wanted, you gave him half a grin and he shook his head.

You took off your blazer and sat on the incredibly uncomfortable chair.

“Shit” you whispered again.

“Fuck” Javier said under his breath, loosening his tie and crashing into his chair. He rubbed his eyes with the ball of his hands and sighed. What the fuck did the people at Washington think. He was after a whole fucking cartel, he didn’t have his trusted partner this time, he was alone and he had to lead a team to do that, he had just lost two agents after they were stupid and reckless going around Cali and they dared to send down one random chick in some sort of replacement that for some reason seemed just so small and frail to him.

He was pretty sure you weren’t due to the fact that you were a DEA agent, but when he looked at you the only thing he could notice was the way your eyes were dimmed, maybe due to the fluorescent lights or the fact that you had flown who-knows how many hours to be there, or the way your hands seemed way too delicate to even handle a gun, or how your body looked breakable to the touch.

He didn’t like the way his mind was forming his thoughts about you, it wasn’t right to think that way of a woman- no, a person- no, an agent he had just met, he just knew it was the macho part in him that saw you that way. He knew that if Washington had sent you all the way down to a god forsaken country fighting an unfair war, you had to be capable to endure it.

Javier scratched his stubble and reached for the thinest folder he had on his desk, it was your file. He grinned when he opened it, unbelieving of the almost non existent amount of information it had about you. It did have your full name, though, so, mistaking you for a guy was indeed his fault, just because he didn’t read the file before.

He browsed through the last locations you had been sent to and raised his eyebrows when he saw the amount of time you’d spent in the last place. No wonder why you were being so reluctant about everything you saw and how you were being treated. He remembered how he felt when he was a newcomer and he remembered what he had to go through with Steve when he first came to the country, it was awful, and even without the language barrier, as your file said you did speak spanish, he assumed you must feel like an outcast. It was never easy, arriving at a place where everything seemed like it belonged there but you.

Javier closed the file and threw it back to the pile of manila folders in front of him. He did have his doubts about you, and surely he was wondering why he had only been sent that joke of a file and nothing else, and he didn’t want to make your stay in Colombia or at the embassy a living hell, but he did want to see what you were able to do, he couldn’t wait for you to show him what you had in you.

That last thought sent him for a bit through a deliciously nasty tangent, and he had to bring himself back to the initial train of thought: you.

You were now his. No– you were now in his team. He was now your boss. He couldn’t think of you in any other way even if sometimes it couldn’t be avoided.

Javier rubbed his lower lip with his thumb, wondering what were you working on before arriving, trying to think what was happening in México that made you stay that long.

And a question was forming in his head… What the hell did you do to be sent to Colombia?

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Day 10: Used Tea Bags - Javier Pena

This takes place during season 3 of Narcos. Honestly I love season 3 Javier when he’s the boss and even more stressed and I just want to rub his shoulders and tell him it’s all going to be okay.

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader

Rating: 18+ language and implied sexual situations.

November Writing Challenge Masterlist (Holy crap I am 1/3 of the way done!)

Day 9: No, you don’t - Maxwell Lord

It was late, the sounds of cumbia played through the open window from the bar down the street. The well worn kitchen table is covered in maps, half drunken cups of coffee, a chipped plate is covered in cigarette butts, some still smoldering, and on another is several used tea bags bleeding onto the plate. The world should be sleeping but not here, here there were plans to be made.

Javier Pena kneeled next to the coffee table flanked by Trujillo, and Colonel Hugo Martinez on his left and Chris Feistl and Daniel Van Ness on his right. A map of Cali with different routes to the airport are highlighted. The Cali police force are crooked as hell so they needed a way around them, if they got in there and actually found Gilberto Rodriquez they needed to figure a way to get him out of Cali and back to Bogota without any corruption. The only way to do that was to plan everything in secret.

You had been assigned to work with Javier upon his return to Columbia as his assistant. Everyone had warned you before he got there about Agent Pena, saying he was an asshole, womanizer, and should have gone to jail for his involvement with Los Pepes. But, you tried to go into it with an open mind.

When you first introduced yourself the only thing that stuck out to you was how exhausted he looked and not just physically. His eyes held a weariness that couldn’t fade from only a good night's rest. He was reluctant at first to accept any help whether it be in the form of a cup of coffee, an ashtray, or a file he had left on your desk the night before.

But you never gave up, always thinking one step ahead of him. You handed him a file before he even asked for it, you brought him lunch before he starved to death in his office, and you always knew when he was low on cigarettes because a new pack would appear on his desk. He tried to tell you he was quitting but you both knew that was bull shit.

When Feistl and Van Ness made their connection to ‘Natalia’ the informant inside the Cali cartel things began to move quickly. It became apparent that they needed to work under the radar on this one. They needed to find somewhere they could meet but would also be discreet and before Javier could even asked you offered your apartment as ground zero for taking down Gilberto Rodriquez. The small government provided apartment wasn’t meant to hold more than maybe two people but over the past few nights it held at least ten at all times. Not only the Colonel, and Trujillo but Pena, the DEA guys, and several loyal members of Search Bloc.

At this point you're sure your neighbors believe you’ve become a prostitute from the revolving door of men who come through your door during the night. Especially Senora Rivera who yesterday morning gave you a rosary before telling you she is praying that you don’t get any diseases from the men you keep company. What a charming neighbor she is. You're tempted to bake her some chocolate chip cookies and ask a few Search Bloc guys to deliver them but you know that will only make it worse.

Javi is going over the plan for the twelfth time that night and you're in the kitchen making another pot of coffee. You yawn silently to yourself before pouring the steaming magic into the cups and putting them on the tray to bring them to the men in the living room. They nod there thanks and you return the gesture taking the remaining two cups over to the window and tapping lightly. On the fire escape are two armed Search Bloc members keeping their eyes open onto the street below. They take the cups gratefully before thanking you.

“Estrella, can you come over here?” Javier calls you.

You turn raising one eyebrow at the nickname but you don’t correct him, “Si, what’s up?”

“I want you to sit down and listen to the plan, if there is anything you think we missed or does not add up I need you to tell me. People’s lives could be at stake if we make any mistakes.”

Feistl sighs loudly running his hands over his face, “Pena why the hell are you going to explain this to her? She’s not going to understand any of this!”

You have to bite your tongue before you say something you regret. Luckily the looks the other men give him are enough to shut him up. “Because idiot it’s good to get a fresh set of eyes on these things, and she can always see things before I even think them so sit down, shut up, and let her listen. I’m sorry Estrella, can you sit please?” he gestures to the seat across from him.

You sit down and nod your head. Javier proceeds to go through the entire plan again. Describing the whole thing from beginning to end, it was truly brilliant to use a poultry truck to transport Rodriquez to the airport, no one would be looking for a poultry truck….Except for any of the crooked Cali cops that see him being arrested.

You interrupt Javier, “What about two trucks?”

“What do you mean Estrella?”

You try to prevent the blush that is slowly creeping up your neck from the new nickname, “I mean using the poultry truck is brilliant but why not have two trucks a decoy to mislead them. Someone else can drive the other truck and lead the cops on a wild goose chase while the truck containing Rodriquez goes to the airport.”

The Colonel grabs a new cigarette before lighting it, “that's’ damn genius, they will see the truck when we arrest Gilberto but they won’t know there are two. We get them to follow the wrong truck and we are in the clear,” he smiles at you, the first smile you had seen on his face.

Javier is just about beaming at you from across the table and you listen for several more hours as they rework the plan to include your idea. When they finish each man feels like the best plan has been laid forward and they break up the group to go home. Tomorrow would be a big day for them all and they would need to be on the road to Cali by ten AM if they wanted their plan to work.

You walk everyone to the door, and as they leave one by one they thank you for the use of your apartment until they are all gone except for Javier and Fiestl. “Hey boss, are you leaving soon? I want to have a private talk with our hostess,” Fiestl asks gesturing with his thumb toward you.

You frantically shake your head no begging Javier not to leave you alone with the DEA agent, “Actually I have some more things to finalize before we leave tomorrow, just ignore me it will be like I’m not even here,” he smirks at you and you are half tempted to walk across the room and slap the smirk off his face.

Chris turns to you, “So uhm listen, I know that this is all really scary for you, but I want to let you know that we are all going to be ok. And I was kind of wondering when we get back if you’d like to go out and get a drink?”

You try not to let the cringe show on your face, “Oh uhm Chris, thank you but I don’t really drink and uhm…” you're trying to think of some other excuse when you lock eyes with Javier across the room. Gone is the smirk and instead you see something dark in his eyes, unwavering, and you know what to say, “I’m actually already with someone else, it’s not really a public thing but I’m really serious about him.”

Chris’s right arm comes up to scratch the back of his head, and he lets out an awkward chuckle. “It’s ok, you don’t have to lie to me. I understand.”

“I’m not lying. This guy he...he drives me crazy, he’s better than any drug on the market I...I’m already taken, I’m his.” You can feel the burning gaze of the man on the couch and it takes all your strength not to look at him,

Chris lowers his head nodding before turning towards the door turning at the last moment to say, “he’s a lucky man then, goodnight,” before he leaves shutting the door behind him.

You don’t turn away from the door scared to death of what you will see behind you. You are so focused on keeping your breathing level you don’t notice Javier has gotten up and is now behind you. You let out a small yelp when he spins you around to face him. “Did you mean it?” His voice is raspy and deep from years of smoking and his cologne is deep and strong in your lungs.

You're worried your voice will betray you but you need to get this out, “Yes...you do drive me absolutely insane, but we both know what’s been going on here, I’m yours...I’ve always been yours,” you whisper.

The hands on your waist slide against your lower back pulling you even closer to him. You can smell the smoke, and coffee on his breath and you try to calm down your heartbeat but it’s useless when he looks you in the eyes and says, “mine.”

You crash together, his mouth is fused to your own and every single one of your senses is screaming Javier. His taste, his touch, his smell it’s all overwhelming and you cry out when you feel him grope your breast through your shirt. His lips move towards your neck and begin nipping as his tongue tracing along the same path to the curve of your ear, “bedroom?” The raspy question breaks you from the haze and you pull him towards the small bedroom.

The whole way your lips never break from his skin even though you both aren’t the most graceful and when you both land in the bed with a small grunt that’s the last discomfort you felt for the night, from then on it was all pleasure.

When the sunlight streams through the sheer curtains the next morning, illuminating the bed in the warm glow of the morning. Rough calloused fingers trace patterns over the top of your exposed back and you smile before nuzzling yourself further in the warmth of Javier’s chest. He smells like smoke, leather, and cologne; an intoxicating combination.

“I have to leave soon,” his voice is raspy and heavy from sleep.

“I know...but I really wish you didn’t have too,” you tell him, pulling back to look into his eyes, “but when you come back you will be the man who took down Gilberto Rodriguez.”

“This better work,” he sighs, “or else I will probably be sent back stateside, I messed up once already, they aren’t going to let me do it again.”

“You're going to succeed! Don’t be so defeatist, your amazing at what you do your-”

“Would you come with me?” he asks so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“What?” you whisper.

He takes a few minutes to collect himself before he asks again, “if I get sent home, would you come with me back to Texas? I...I am not the same person I was when I first came here. Yes, I drink too much, I smoke too much, and I can be a real asshole but I’ve never been shy about what I want. I want you Estrella.”

You have to remind yourself to breathe before you close your eyes letting out a small sigh, “Yes, yes I would go with you Javi. Remember what I said last night? I’m yours.”

He pulls you back towards his chest, putting a finger underneath your chin and fusing your lips together he only pulls back once to repeat the same thing he told you the night before, “mine.”

Day 11: Walking the dog- William Miller

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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today (Javier x Reader) [smut]

Title: today Length: 3,200 Warnings: Angst, rough sex (shower sex, biting, unprotected), lots of fluff, parenthood, blood. Summary: Set a year after maybe, Javier and Reader come to terms with their relationship. Notes: So I’m literally terrified that this drabble will not hold up to the glory of maybe and I almost didn’t publish this. BUT I AM CAUSE YOLO. Shoutout to @rzrcrst for providing me with the best possible name for the baby.

The morning sun still managed to get through your opaque curtains, cutting harsh shadows across your bedroom as it shone brightly past the vinyl blinds. You nestled a little deeper into your pillow, trying to cling to those last few precious moments of sleep. Any second now your daughter would start crying — the new normal for your daily sunrises.

Javier, however, seemed determined to find a new morning ritual.

Now that you were awake, the possessive arm that he always kept wrapped around you had started to move downwards. Fingertips trailing over your stomach, tracing over the stretchmarks there, worshipping your soft flesh. You sighed softly as his hand moved lower beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts, slipping between your thighs.

“Morning,” He whispered as he pressed his lips to your shoulder as he dragged his fingers between your folds. You had lost count of how many mornings he had tried, in vain, to initiate sex. You could feel his stiff cock straining through his boxers and pressing against the back of your thigh as he curled close behind you.

You reached behind you, pushing your fingers through his hair as you parted your thighs for him. As much as you wanted him, you knew it wasn’t meant to be. Like clockwork your daughter would start crying — ruining any chance for waking up in your favorite fashion.

Three. Two. One.

Javier pressed his face into the crook of your neck and groaned, “Every damn morning.” He complained, pulling his hand out from between your thighs, releasing you so you could go to her.

It had been months. You had still been pregnant the last time you had Javier between your thighs. You missed it — desperately — but there just wasn’t any time.

No one at the DEA knew who the father was. You had both decided, early on, that it was for the best. Sure, some of the guys treated you like a two-bit whore when you said you didn’t know who the father was, but at least they weren’t trying to edge you out of the department because you were fucking your partner.

By the time you emerged from the nursery with a freshly changed and fed baby, Javier was already showered and dressed, sitting at your kitchen table nursing a cup of black coffee. You gave him a sympathetic smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Maybe tonight?”

Javier pursed his lips and shook his head. “I got stuck on the stakeout.” He took a sip of his coffee, before sitting it further up on the table so he could take Josie from you. He held her up in the air, much to her enjoyment. She adored him, almost as much as he adored her.

“I just fed her,” You warned him, running your hand over his shoulders before you headed towards the fridge to retrieve milk for your cereal.

“I don’t know how people do it,” Javier remarked, glancing back over his shoulder at you. “I had friends back home in Texas who had kids stacked up.”

You laughed as you moved to settle down beside him at the table. “Yeah...I have no idea how people have Irish twins.” You made a face. “If she’s not screaming, we’re both too tired...”

“I can’t believe I’m admitting this aloud, but I’m getting fucking tired of my own hand.” He complained, before showering his daughter with kisses as he bounced her on his lap.

“Her first word is going to be fucking if you’re not careful,” You teased. “Which is ironic, all things considered.”

Javier gave you a dirty look, though his lips still quirked upwards with amusement. “She’s going to be four months old in a week.” He reminded you.

“I know.” You propped your chin up on your palm as you watched him with her. No one at the office knew what he was like within the safety of your apartment. “How late do you think it’ll be tonight?”

“Probably late enough that I’ll just go take a shower and head into the office.”

You nodded, scooping up some cereal then. “I figured.”

“You do still want—“

“Yes.” You answered before he could even finish the sentence. “I keep hoping one morning she won’t interrupt us.”

“Knowing us, we’d just worry about why she wasn’t crying.” Javier rolled his eyes, before talking in a teasing voice to her. “Little Miss Josie enjoys interrupting mommy and daddy. Don’t you?” He tickled her sides and she squealed and giggled. He glanced up at you, “You’re sure…?”

“Javi.” You laughed, your cheeks turning red. “Trust me, I miss it just as much as you do.”

He smirked. “You’re driving me crazy, baby.” Javier snorted, glancing down at his daughter. “You too, Josie.”

“Luckily it’s a short drive.” You taunted with a self-satisfied grin, finishing off the last of your cereal and holding your hands out for her. “Good luck tonight, in case we don’t get a moment alone at work.”

Javier rose to his feet, settling his hand at your hip as he looked between you and Josie. “I’m gonna miss my girls tonight.”

“We’re going to miss you too.” You tilted your chin, smiling up at him as he leaned down to kiss you. Josie squawked over not being the center of attention, her chubby little hands grabbing at your faces.

“And I’ll see you tomorrow, lil’ miss.” He took her from you once more, playfully lifting Josie up in the air just to make her giggle. Javier grinned at you as he cradled her against his chest. Despite all of his initial hesitations about parenthood — he’d become an incredible father. You were fairly certain Josie was well on her way to being a daddy’s girl, just from how her sweet face lit up whenever he was around.

——

The rest of the day went by in a blur.

You dropped Josie off at the sitter down the hall from your apartment, a sweet older woman who you were certain Josie would grow up to call her abuelita. The nice part was that she had zero connections with the DEA, which meant both you and Javier were listed as her emergency contacts. One of the few places he was free to be acknowledged as her father.

Work dragged on for an eternity. Javier spent most of the day in and out of meetings in preparation for the stakeout, looking more stressed than usual. Especially when the CIA showed up for one of the late-afternoon briefings.

“Seems like a shit show,” You remarked to Javi as he came back from the break room with a styrofoam cup of stale coffee.

He grunted his response as he sank down at his desk across from you, glowering in your direction. “You have no idea.”

You weren’t alone in the bullpen of desks.

Chris, one of the lower level DEA agents, chimed in. “I guess every stakeout can’t be at a brothel. Eh, Peña?” He laughed, like it was the funniest damn thing he’d ever said.

“Damn shame.” Javier offered with a blasé tone, sipping at his coffee. Even though you’d lowered your gaze back to the mounting stack of papers on your desk, you knew he was watching you.

You’d managed to keep the charade in place for a year now, but sometimes it felt like the universe was testing your patience. Mostly it was just Chris, trying desperately to seem like he fit in around the office. He was obviously supposed to fill the void that Murphy left behind, but instead, he just became the gopher for whatever task Javier wasn’t in the mood to put up with.

“How’s the kiddo?” Chris asked as he leaned back in his seat and propped his legs up on his desk.

“She’s fine.” You answered crisply, offering a faint smile before shuffling your papers like you were busy.

“My girl’s been nagging me about kids. I told her — I don’t know if that’s for me. You know?” He wadded up a piece of paper and chucked it across the room, where it joined a pile of crumpled papers that hadn’t made it into the bin. “When’d you decide kids weren’t for you, Peña?”

Javier snorted, “I ain’t dead yet.”

Dissatisfied with Javier’s answer, Chris turned his attention back to you. “Well, I think it’s real modern of you to be a working mom. “I think Van Ness was raised by a single mom. He turned out okay.”

“I’m sure Josie will turn out just like her mom,” Javier interjected, getting up from his desk to throw Chris’ paper mess away in the bin. He passed behind your desk and gave your shoulder a friendly squeeze, though you knew exactly what those three little squeezes meant. “I hate to abandon this riveting conversation, but I gotta head out.” He nodded his head towards Chris, before leaving with a lingering look in your direction.

——

The little chain attached to your bedside lamp clinked against the metal base as it swung freely. The warm golden light cut through the darkness of your bedroom, casting ominous shadows across Javier’s face as he stood in the doorway. You were relieved, at first, to see him — until you took account of the dark stains that colored his pale blue shirt. The crimson that was smeared across his cheek.

“Javi—” You started, throwing your covers back as you moved towards him. “What the hell happened?” Your eyes raked over him, looking for the source of the blood. “Are you hurt?”

“Daniel.” He answered lowly, “He got shot.”

Javier flinched when you reached out to touch him, his hand flying up to grab your wrists. He squeezed it tightly, just this side of pain. You could feel the tension radiating off of him, the barely contained rage flowing through him. The after-effects of a firefight.

“Don’t.” Javier warned as you started to reach out for him with the hand that wasn’t caught in his vice-like grip.

“Tell me what happened.”

He looked away, brows furrowed and his jaw working tightly. “The intel was bad. Shit was a setup.” He loosened his hold on your wrist, letting his arms drop down by his sides. “He’ll live. Barely.”

“Good.” Your heart was still racing from the alarm of being awoken in the middle of the night. Javier was lucky you recognized his footsteps, otherwise, you would’ve been forced to use the gun in your nightstand. “You didn’t answer me.”

“I’m fine.” He gritted out, but you knew that wasn’t the case. Maybe he was physically unharmed, but his demeanor told another story. He’d been through hell and back and his first instinct was to come home to you. Bloodied and brooding, you were the person he sought out when nothing made sense.

Javier didn’t pull away when you reached for him again. You brushed your fingertips over his forehead, trailing them down along the rise of his cheekbone. His expression softened subtly as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered, taking his hand into yours. “You need a shower.” Not only was he covered in blood, but you could smell the adrenaline-fueled sweat clinging to his skin.

He nodded stiffly and let you guide him out of your bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. His clothes came off easily, his ruined shirt abandoned on the floor, joined moments later by his dark denim jeans that were darkened in spots by Daniel’s blood.

Neither of you spoke as you helped him undress. Words just weren’t necessary as you turned the shower on and watched him step behind the sliding glass door. Nothing even needed to be said when you followed him in, still dressed in your sleep shorts and a tank top.

The warm water washed the blood off his skin, turning the water red around your bare feet. You dragged a washcloth over his neck and jaw, wiping away what the water couldn’t claim. Your soft touches couldn’t ease all of the tension in his body. He was holding it all in, desperate to keep control of his emotions.

Javier crowded you back against the wall of the shower, breathing raggedly as he stared down at you — like a predator with its prey. Something snapped; the tension, the desire, the rush of emotions. His fingers clawed at your sleep shorts, dragging the damp fabric down your hips. You surged up to kiss him, fingers curling around the back of his neck as your mouth slanted against his. A clash of teeth, a twist of tongues, desperate and bruising and fueled by a need.

He tore at your tank top, freeing one breast and roughly palming at it. It had been months since you’d been touched like this. Any attempt at intimacy had come from early morning interrupted fumbles and half-asleep groping that inevitably ended in snoring.

“Please.” You hissed out, fingernails dragging down the back of his neck, pressing close to him. His rigid cock was trapped between your bellies and you groaned at the mere thought of having him in you again.

Javier’s teeth dragged over your bottom lip with just enough pressure that you were certain your lip would be swollen tomorrow. You didn’t care. You’d wear the marks he gave you, in trade for the ones he wore that were beneath the skin.

His fingers twisted in your hair, a harsh grip as he turned you around to face the wall. Your tender breasts pressed against the cool tile, a shiver racing down your spine. He kissed the back of your neck, tongue tracing water droplets that cling to your shoulder. His teeth found purchase on a tender spot of skin where your neck became your shoulder and you tried not to cry out.

You wanted Josie to stay asleep. You needed Javier too much to stop.

His fingers grabbed at your thigh, fingers pressing into soft flesh harshly enough to bruise. He used his knee to nudge your legs apart wider, positioning you just right.

Javier released his grip on your hair, using his hand to cover your mouth. Your teeth scraped against his palm, finding purchase in the skin to muffle the moan that escaped you as he guided his cock into you. He pressed in until your ass was pressed against his hips — filling you completely.

You pried his hand off your mouth, panting out his name. He wasn’t moving and you desperately needed him to move. You clenched around him, trying to spur him on and it worked.

He fucked you like his life depended on it. All of that tension he’d balled up inside of himself came flooding out of him with every brutal snap of his hips. You were trapped between the wall and his cock — fingers grabbed at the forearm he had securely wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned against him.

His other hand was wedged between your thighs, roughly stroking at your clit in time with his pace. It almost hurt, how hard you came apart for him. Your body bowed back against his chest, hands uselessly grabbing at the wet shower wall for support.

Javier’s teeth left a mark on your shoulder as he followed behind you. All it took was two sharp thrusts and you felt him spill within you, his cock throbbing as you clenched around him desperately. The water had gone cold above you, but that wasn’t the only reason you were trembling. Despite how roughly he had handled you, in the aftermath he lavished your tender skin with soft kisses and touches, trying to ease the pain he’d caused.

It wasn’t until Javier’s cock slid out of you and you were able to turn around to face him that you saw how red his eyes were. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve mistaken his tears for the water droplets flowing down his cheeks from the showerhead. But you knew him. Better than anyone else did.

Javier wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You didn’t care how cold the water got above you, you played with his hair and held him while he sobbed into your shoulder.

——

When the first light of morning crept in through your windows, you were surprised to find the bed empty beside you. Instinctively, you got out of bed and made your way down the hall to the nursery. Your heart clenched as you pushed the door open and found Javier inside.

He was sound asleep on the floor beside Josie’s crib, his hand wedged between the gap in the bars. Josie had fallen asleep with her little hand wrapped around his fingers. You quietly stepped further inside, leaving the door partially open so the sound of the door shutting wouldn’t disturb them. You moved towards the rocking chair in the corner of the room, taking the blanket off the arm. As you turned back around, Javier stirred — blinking groggily up at you.

You pressed a finger to your lips to keep him quiet as you sat down on the floor beside him. You unfolded the blanket over your laps, settling yourself into his side, resting your cheek against his chest.

Javier kissed the top of your head, curling his arm around your shoulders. “I want to tell them.” He whispered into your hair.

You shifted beside him so you could cup his cheek, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “Then we’ll tell them today.”

Daniel getting shot had broken something within him. He hadn’t said it, but you knew. You understood it. That fear. Now that you had a kid, the DEA didn’t put you into as many dangerous situations — but Javi was still out there getting shot at, playing Russian Roulette with his life. It could’ve easily been Javier who had gotten shot last night and you wouldn’t have known until you walked into work and read a report.

“Javi,” You started, tracing your fingertips over his collarbone as you watched him.

“Mhm?”

“I want you to move in.”

Javier grinned back at you, his fingers squeezing your shoulder three short times. “Thought you’d never ask, baby.”

Josie whimpered softly in her crib and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I was wondering when that was going to happen.”

Javier got up to get her before joining you on the floor again, leaning back against the crib. “You’re going to get so sick of me.” He said in a teasing voice to Josie as he propped her up against his bent knees. “Daddy’s going to be here all the time now.”

You scooted close, resting your head on his shoulder. “I don’t think she could ever get sick of you.”

“What about you?”

“Jury’s out on that one.” You pulled back a little to look at him, lips pursed together thoughtfully. “There’s always the potential.”

The morning felt like any other.

Javier dressed while Josie nursed. He had coffee made and on the table when you came into the kitchen. He entertained the baby while you made yourself a bowl of cereal.

But today he didn’t leave before you.

Today, your car didn’t leave the parking lot.

Today, Javi drove to work with his hand on your thigh, rubbing those annoying little circles of his into your leg.

Today, you stole a kiss from him in the elevator.

Today, you didn’t care what anyone thought.

Today, Javier wasn’t just your partner — he was Josie’s father.

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lavendertales · 3 years

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Hii! Can u do a jealous s3 javier peña one where reader is his partner and they've been dating for a while and Van Ness tries to flirt w her but javi's not having it🤭 x

Ohhhhh jealous and protective Javi is one of my absolute weaknesses 🤭

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Rules at the embassy might’ve been strict, but for someone as important as Javier, he managed to slither around the rules and bend them a little for you and him.

You’d been dating for a while and you made it well known to all of your colleagues and superiors. You and Javier discussed it previously and agreed that it was best to get it over with, “make it official”, as it were, and have every obstacle in the way removed.

But naturally, not every obstacle can be removed. Or predicted, for that matter.

Daniel Van Ness was working below you and Javier, and he was a fairly good agent. He did the job and minded his business. So whatever influence he was under when he decided that flirting with you, in front of everyone, was a good idea, he needed to quit it.

Especially since Javier had an astounding reputation following him throughout both Colombia and the United States. He was recognized as one of the agents who took down Pablo Escobar, and his name was seemingly bedazzled with honorifics.

And he had a brilliant work ethic. It would’ve been only fair to assume that he had those same instincts over his work and life partner.

But Daniel seemed to be set in his ways and search for means to lose his job or get knocked out. He shamelessly approached you at the office as you were reviewing the plans for the stakeout being planned that Friday, flashing a coy smile in your direction. You slowly shifted your eyes onto him, replying with a casual and polite smile instead.

“Hello there,” you greeted him, slightly confused.

“Hey, Y/N. You look very beautiful today. Very elegant and pretty.”

You frowned, confusion increasing steadily, but surely. “Thank you.”

When his gaze on you didn’t cease to exist, you turned more towards him, unsure if you should be amused or concerned.

“Did you... need something?”

“How about we go for a drink after work, hmm?” he propositioned you.

“Why do I get the feeling this isn’t an amiable suggestion?”

“Depends.”

“On what, exactly?”

“On how you want it to end. Or where.”

You chuckled, full-on uncomfortable with the situation. “Look, Dan, I’m not interested. I appreciate it, but I’m off the market.”

He huffed in dismay. “What’s Peña got that I don’t?”

“You’d be surprised.”

The answer came from Javier himself. He sucked in his cheeks and stared Van Ness down in a way that allowed room for absolutely no counter argument or discussion. He was pissed, and the message was smeared all over his face and his body language.

You laid back over your desk, arms crossed at your chest, smiling. This is gonna be interesting, you laughed to yourself.

“I didn’t see you there, boss,” Van Ness tried to joke.

“Next time you won’t get to see a single fucking thing if you come at Y/N again like that.”

Javier’s voice was dark, dominant and grave, easily asserting his higher position. Growling and putting his hands up, surrendering, Van Ness left, throwing one last glance at you. Javier made him increase his speed by making a fast movement at him, muttering a “Get the fuck out of here before I kick your fuckin’ ass” and returning to you.

“Let me know if he bothers you again,” he said, pecking your cheek.

“Don’t fight at the workplace, honey, that’s distasteful.”

“I’m gonna fire him, then kick his ass. How’s that?”

“Whatever floats your boat, baby,” you kissed him quickly on the lips, smirking.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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College AU Week 1 Day 2 - Javier Pena

A/N: Day 2 of the January AU challenge and 300 follower celebration! I had so much fun writing this one and if you want a second smutty part I could be persuaded to do it. Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like. :)

Pairing: Javier Pena x female reader

Warning: 18 + (language, mentions of drug/alcohol use, reader has an ex boyfriend)

My Masterlist

My friend dragged me to this party, and I just saw my ex quick make out with me.

Javier readjusted the tie in the mirror again for the twelfth time before ripping it off and opening up the top three buttons of the shirt. Tugging on his trusty leather jacket over the shirt and holstering his gun. Javier spent his life working as an on-campus security guard at the local University. Breaking up parties with underage drinking, busting students for narcotics use, and making sure they felt safe on campus. He took great pride in his job, and the pay wasn't awful. Although as he's gotten older over the last few years, he felt something was missing from his life.

He joined some of the dating sites and apps that his buddy Steve, a history professor, suggested. Steve had met his wife, Connie, on one of the sites, and they seemed happy with their new baby girl Olivia so why not. It was a disaster. The dates were dull and expensive, each of them expecting him to dish out for them. He still slept with all of them, but nothing lasted for more than an evening of fun. It was cheaper and easier to pick someone up in a bar than find a relationship with someone.

The newest guard at the station Daniel Van Ness had begged him to get out of the faculty party he had been assigned. Javier hated them just as much as the recruit, but by now, he had a few friends on the faculty, and it wouldn't be a total bore. He just needed to make sure no students crashed the party and that anyone who drank too much got home safe and not behind the wheel. It wasn't the most ideal event, but every dollar he made went back into the house fund. Javier had the goal of buying a house this year, and he was so close to making his goal.

*******

Across town, you readjusted the straps on your purple dress for the twelfth time. Faculty events were the bane of your existence. As a literature professor and the classics, you'd much rather spend the evening with a glass of whiskey, comfy couch, and a book. Instead, your friend Tata decided it would be fun if you tagged along this year.

You hated events like these, but the President of the University insisted on these events to raise funds for the school. Although with the outrageous amount of money they collect from students and the way they badger former students for donations, the school should be rolling in the dough.

Tata's husband was in commerce and owned a large shipping company across town. Tata ran the daycare the University used to teach students about business and childcare. She was one of the sweetest women you'd ever met, even if her husband did kind of give you the creeps.

Your phone chimes and you smile at the party emojis from Tata and reply back that your on the way. Grabbing your black lace shawl and tossing it over your shoulders and your purse, plopping in your phone and heading for the party. Who knows, maybe it would all turn out for the better?

Who the hell ever told you to be so optimistic? It's basically asking for trouble. The party was in full swing when you arrived. Well, as full swing as a party full of academics can be. The DJ was trying to play music people could dance to, but only a few were actually dancing, and it was mostly couples. Tata sees you instantly, and you almost groan at how effortless she looks. She's smaller than most people in the room, with cute shoulder-length brown hair that curls at the ends and a strapless purple dress with a thin see-through shawl around her shoulders.

"You made it," she squeals and pulls you into a hug.

You can't help but smile at her enthusiasm and return the hug, "Did you ever doubt me?"

"Of absolutely! If I hadn't threatened to come and drag you out of that apartment, you wouldn't be here. But I am very glad you here, now Pablo owes me money, he bet against you." She grins and pinches her fingers together.

"You and your husband had a bet to see if I would come to the faculty party?" You laugh, and she takes a sip, nodding.

"Yes, the business has been a little slow lately, and you know my husband is always planning what's next. I needed something to keep his mind on me."

You loved Tata, but her husband was really an asshole; you could smell the fake from a mile away. You see the bar and tell Tata you're going to get a drink, but she's already off like a butterfly floating around the room. You make your way over to the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks and take a small sip turning around the room and scoping out the scene.

Your eyes lock in on the movement in the corner. From the shadows emerges, someone new from the usual faculty crowd. He's tall and broad as hell in a black leather jacket thrown over a light blue button-up the top three buttons undone exposing his chest, tucked into dark wash jeans. You observe the holster around his waist tucked under the coat and the badge. He must be campus security, and it's almost like he can feel your eyes on him. He looks up from the shadows, and your eyes meet.

Holy fuck.

His eyes captivate you and suck you in like the swirling vortex of a tornado. Sucking you in deeper and deeper into his soul. It's electric. You see his lips curve up in a small smile, and his mustache rises, and all you can imagine is how it would feel against your lips if you kissed him. He takes a step in your direction, and you move a step closer before someone is shouting your name. You freeze and turn, looking at the door, mouth agape.

Your ex-boyfriend Roberto Ramos is striding over to you wearing tan dress pants and a blue and white striped polo. You grimace, looking back over towards the handsome stranger and then back at Poison. Tata's little nickname she came up with after you broke up and realized how honestly much of a scumbag he was. You make the split decision, and place down your drink and walk quickly over to the guard. He raises one eyebrow as you race over to him.

You throw your arms around his neck, and he places his on your waist. "Save me, please," you whisper, looking at him with wide eyes, "that's my ex over there, and I really want him to leave me alone. If it looks like we're here together, he won't approach."

"That one?" he nods, and you try to look over the corner of your eye and see Poison freeze watching you. You shake a yes and smile at the guard. "Seems like a fascinating guy," he deadpans, and you laugh, making him smile down at you. "What do you need me to do? Get rid of him? He's just staring at us." He whispers conspiratorially, grinning at you.

"Kiss me," the words are out of your mouth before you can think, "make out with me, and he will leave me alone." His smile drops, and he looks between your eyes and lips before nodding. His head drops, and he tentatively connects his lips with your own. He presses once then twice, taking a step closer to you and running his fingers up your neck and dipping your head back, deepening the kiss.

You gasp and grasp the lapels of his leather jacket, his arms winding around your shoulders and pulling you even closer, no space between you. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open, feeling him lick inside your mouth. His tongue tangling up with your own. You moan lowly, and he takes a step further into the shadows and into the hallway away from the party. Your back connects with the wall, and you let out a small grunt before you run your fingers through his hair and tug gently. He groans and pushes a knee between your legs spreading them—your panties rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. The feeling between your legs is enough to snap you back to reality.

"Wait," you pull away panting, he drops his head to your shoulder, letting out hurried breaths before he slowly raises his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

"Too much?" he asks, nervously chuckling.

"Not enough, to be honest," you look into his eyes and smile. "That was...fucking amazing, but we shouldn't really have sex across the hall from a faculty party."

His cute little eyebrow raises again, "Oh, is that where this was headed? I thought you just needed me to escape your ex?"

You laugh, "Well, if he doesn't get the hint now, I think I may need to file a restraining order."

"I can help you with that if you need it," you smile and kiss him again, loving the feel of his mustache brushing against your lip.

"I don't think he will be a problem anymore, but...maybe I am a little nervous about going home right now, ya know, in case he shows up…"

"Well, we can't have that. Would you like to maybe spend the night over at my place?" You match his smile and nod, "for safety, right?"

"Oh yeah, for safety," you take his hand, and he intertwines your fingers.

"I need to stay till the end of the party for work," he looks down at his watch, "we got about two hours. Do you think you can make it that long?"

"Can I stay near you?" he nods, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips, and kisses your knuckles.

"On one condition," he teases, "you have to tell me your name." You laugh, letting him know your name, and he smiles, telling you his. Javier Pena. The name rolls off your tongue, and he groans before kissing you again. "This is going to be the longest two hours of my life."

"Well, if you make it through this party, I can tell you the after-party will be much for enjoyable." He moans, and his eyes darken.

"I can't wait."

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