#i wanna go back to Colombia but just to see my friends

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Does anyone else miss someone so much they start somewhat hyperventilating ? Just happened to me for the first time, it was, uh... interesting ?

#i wanna go back to Colombia but just to see my friends #who are mexican #but flying to Mexico is hella expensive unfortunately #pia's venting again

[beskarandblasters]

You Hired a Cleaning Lady, Mr. Morales?

Sub!Frankie Morales x Dom/F!Reader

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Author’s note: Thank you to @catchallfangirl for beta reading!!

Summary: After the events of Colombia Frankie finds himself in a spiral of depression, letting himself and his house go. Santiago hires a cleaning service (you) to help him out and as you work for Frankie the sexual tension grows. One day when you can’t take the tension anymore you show up to clean in something else rather than your usual cleaning attire to him to make a move.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, uneven power dynamic (Frankie is Reader's client), dom/sub, lingerie, whimpering Frankie!!, sensory play (feathers), edging, orgasm delay/denial, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, no use of y/n

Santiago pulls up to Frankie’s house on a Thursday afternoon, same as he’s been doing every week. The lawn is overgrown and there’s about three days worth of mail piled up on his doorstep. He sighs and puts his truck in park. Frankie fell into a bout of depression after the events of Colombia, and rightfully so. Considering not only what happened in Colombia but also what happened when he got home. He came home to find all of his shit on the lawn and the locks changed on the house he and his wife used to share. The two events combined sent Frankie in a downward spiral. So Santiago took it upon himself to come check on Frankie every week. Sometimes they go out, sometimes they stay in. It’s been nice for Frankie to have some sense of normalcy. 

He gets out of his truck and walks to Frankie’s doorstep, grabbing the mail before knocking on the door. 

“Just a second!” Frankie’s gruff voice call out.

Frankie answers the door looking like a wreck; pajama pants that have been worn for well over a week, hair unkempt, and dark bags under his eyes. It’s a sight Santiago’s used to but Frankie’s been getting progressively worse. 

“Good to see you,” Santiago says, stepping past Frankie and heading inside.

Somehow Frankie’s house is in an even worse state than him; dirty clothes strewn about, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, the trash overflowing. 

He turns to Frankie and feels a pang in his chest. He wants to help him somehow. He’s already tried suggesting therapy, but Frankie rejected it pretty quickly. And then an idea pops in his head… What about a cleaning service?

“Fish… I wanna help you out.”

“I already told you I don’t need therapy.”

“I know. I know. It’s something else.”

“...What is it?”

“What if I got someone to come in and clean like once a week?”

“I don’t need that.”

Santiago glances around the room before circling back to Frankie.

“This place is a biohazard.”

“Which is why you shouldn't subject someone else to this.”

“Come on, Fish. They’re professionals.”

Frankie sighs, but he doesn’t say yes or no outright. 

“So where to? Let’s go out instead today,” Santiago chuckles.

Frankie can't help but laugh, too. 

-

Santiago gets your phone number from Will’s neighbor. You get a text the next day reading:

Hello, this is Santiago Garcia. I’m looking for someone to clean my friend’s house every week. His name is Frankie Morales and his address is 607 Palm Street. 

You respond:

Hello, Mr. Garcia. I have an opening for Wednesday afternoons. Would that work?

The "typing" icon appears on the screen followed by:

Great. Thank you so much. 

Score! Another job for you. You  wonder why the client’s friend booked you instead of the client himself. Guess you’ll find out on Wednesday.

-

You pull up to the client’s house on Wednesday afternoon, right around two. Judging by the state of the lawn, you have your work cutout for yourself. 

You walk to the front door, dressed in your normal cleaning attire; a t-shirt, leggings and rubber Birkenstocks. It’s your first time meeting here so you brought  supplies of your own. Typically you meet the client first, take a look at the house, and decide who will provide the cleaning supplies,but this client came to you in a strange way. You know nothing about him, nothing about what you’re getting into. You knock on the door and await a response, feeling a little bit nervous about who will answer the door. 

After a moment, the door opens and to your delight, he’s easy on the eyes. You hold out your hand and introduce yourself followed by, “You hired a cleaning lady, Mr. Morales?”

He looks down at your outstretched hand and back at you, a confused look on his face. 

“Damn it, Santiago.” He sighs. “Frankie’s fine.” 

“Ah yes, he’s the one who contacted me.”

Your hand is still reached out, ready for him to shake it. And he does, but you can tell that something’s off here. 

“I can leave if you want me to. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No,” he sighs, “Come on in.”

You go inside his house and take a look around at the living room and kitchen. …It’s a full on depression cave. Your heart pangs for him. 

“If I had known you were coming, I would’ve straightened up a bit.”

“Not necessary,” you smile, “That’s what I’m here for.”

“I brought some of my own stuff today since I wasn’t sure what you wanted to do. I’ll do a deep clean today and then every week after that it’ll just be a regular cleaning. Does that sound good?”

“Sure,” he nods, a bit nervous still, “I’ll get you cleaning stuff for next time.”

“Sounds good!” you say, wasting no time as you set to work. 

The house is in rough shape,but you don’t say anything. He must be going through something and you get it. You’ve been there a few times yourself. 

You spend roughly five hours at his house; cleaning the dishes in the sink, throwing a load of laundry in, making his bed, vacuuming, dusting, mopping; the works. Frankie can barely recognize the place when you’re done. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself while you cleaned. Is he supposed to leave the house? No, what if you need something and what if you’re done before he gets back. He has to pay you. But he also doesn’t want to hover over you either and make you uncomfortable. These are all things he thinks about in the span of your three hours at his house. But ultimately he decides to just sit on the couch, feeling awkward. 

You gather your stuff and head to the door but Frankie stops you. 

“How much for today?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it this time.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” you smile, “See you next week!”

And with that, you’re gone. Frankie’s left feeling conflicted. You were technically just forced upon him by Santiago. But… it feels nice to have a clean home again. You did a good job and Santiago was just being a concerned friend. However, there is one thing he’s just gonna bust Santiago’s balls for when he sees him tomorrow. 

-

Thursday afternoon Santiago pulls up to Frankie’s house, same time every week. He gets out of his truck and the lawn is still in the same state. But he knows Frankie’s house will be different. He knocks on the door and Frankie answers almost instantly. 

Santiago steps inside and says, “Wow! Doesn’t even look like the same house. Did you like her?”

Frankie closes the door and turns to face Santiago, arms folded. 

“What?” Santiago asks. 

“You didn’t tell me she was hot!”

“She is? I’ve never met her.”

Frankie sighs. 

“Ah come on, Fish. Maybe I found you a cleaning lady and a girlfriend all in one.” He grins. 

Frankie groans and Santiago laughs. 

“Come on. Let’s hit the Legion. I’m dying for a beer,” Santiago says, clapping Frankie on shoulder. 

-

Over the next few weeks, you come to Frankie’s house every week. The workload becomes significantly less  with each visit. Frankie breaks out of his shell a little too, and you begin tohave wonderful conversations. 

That’s not all you have either. To say there’s underlying sexual tension would be an understatement. It’s practically hanging heavy in the air between you two. Between longing touches and lingering stares, you can’t take it anymore. In fact, one day when you were cleaning his bathroom sink, he scooched behind you to grab something out of his medicine cabinet, his groin fully pressed up against your ass. Fuck, you want him. Not only that, but you’re really falling for him too. He’s such a sweetheart. But you know deep down he’ll never make the first move. 

You’re faced with a moral dilemma. Frankie’s not just anyone.He’s a client. If you make a move and he rejects you, you’re losing a client and he’s losing his cleaning service. Except, you know the tension between you is undeniable. He can’t reject you… right?

-

It’s been six weeks since you started cleaning for Frankie, and today you’re going to do something bold… and a little crazy. 

You’re showing up to his house in sexy maid lingerie. You’ve got the full get up; black stockings with a garter belt attached, a black and white matching bra and panty set, and a short skirt with a lacy apron to match everything. The plan is to clean like normal until he literally can’t resist you anymore. 

Your hands grip the steering wheel nervously, palms slick with sweat. You have a trench coat on to hide your lingerie until you enter his house and now you’re painfully aware of just how cliché this is. 

You pull up to his house and walk to the door, knees feeling weak. You’re wearing heels since you didn’t think your normal rubber Birkenstocks would fit with the lingerie. 

Frankie answers the door before you can knock, something he’s been doing more often now. He takes one look at your attire and says, “A trench coat? Are you feeling sick? You sure you should clean today?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Morales,” you respond, stepping inside. 

“…You know you can call me Frankie, right?” he says, looking down at your choice of shoes… your stocking clad legs.

“I know,” you chuckle, standing by the recliner in his living room. 

Slowly you start to take off the trench coat, revealing more and more of your scantily clad figure. His eyes trail up and down your body, eyebrows raising and mouth agape. 

“Wh-what’s all this for?”

“Just thought I’d clean in something more comfortable,” you say, walking over to his kitchen and bending down to grab something from under the sink. You swear you can hear Frankie audibly gulp. 

You grab microfiber cloths, some furniture polish, and glass cleaner and begin cleaning his kitchen, feeling his gaze from behind you. It practically burns your skin. If this doesn’t do the trick, you don’t know what will. You dust the kitchen, turning to grab a glance at him as you move to his kitchen table. With every movement, you make his eyes follow you and he’s left speechless. 

You move back to his kitchen sink, spraying his window and wiping the glass with the cloth. When you pull the cloth away, you see his reflection in the window. He’s standing behind you and his hands ghost your waist, touching the lacy fabric ever so lightly. 

“If you’re gonna feel me up, just do it,” you tease. 

Your brattiness works because he grabs your waist forcefully, pulling your ass into his groin. 

“You think you can just show up in this skimpy little outfit and expect me to not do something about it?”

“Mr. Morales, I’ve been wanting you to do something for weeks,” you tease, turning around to face him. 

He looks at you with pleading eyes, like he can tell where this is going. 

“On the couch, Mr. Morales,” you command, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He does as he’s told, moving from the kitchen to the living room. He sits on the couch and waits for further instructions all while you grab something else from underneath his sink; a (clean) feather duster. 

You walk from the kitchen to the living room.our heels click against the floor. You stand in front of the couch. With your hands on your hips, you look down at Frankie who’s sitting and waiting oh so obediently for you. 

“I’m gonna need you to strip for me, Mr. Morales.”

He groansbut follows your orders. As he gets up, you notice his cock straining against his sweatpants. And when he pulls his pants down it springs free. 

He sits back down and you kick off your heels, sitting beside him on the couch. You turn to face him puttingyour legs in his lap. 

“Can I touch you?”

“Not yet,” you say, feigning sweetness in your voice. 

You take the feather duster and trace it down his bodystarting at his neck. His breath hitches at the contact of the feathers against his skin. As you move the duster down from his neck to his chest, a trail of goosebumps is left in its wake. He shudders as you swirl the duster around his pecs. 

“How long are you gonna tease me for?” he whimpers. 

“As long as I want to,” you smirk. 

He groans again and you giggle, shifting to straddle his lap. You drag the duster down his chest and abs, stopping at his groin. He whimpers again at the sudden absence of stimulation. 

“Please, I can’t take it anymore,” he begs. 

“Are you begging for me, Mr. Morales?”

“Fuck- yes I am. Please,” he whimpers. 

“Well since you’re being such a good boy,” you giggle, fluttering the duster in circles around his groin. 

You stand up and shed your panties, moving to straddle him again. 

“Can I please touch you?” he asks, with true desperation in his voice. 

“Go ahead,” you say sweetly. 

He brings his fingers by your cunt, trailing his fingers up and down and feeling your wetness. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. 

“Can I finger you? Please?”

“Mhm,” you say with a smirk. 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, moistening them but also tasting you. He hums at the taste, closing his eyes, before bringing them back to your cunt. He slides one finger in slowly, taking the time to feel your warmth; your wetness, before curling it against your walls. It feels good, but you need more. 

“Add another, Mr. Morales.”

“Yeah?” he says, looking up at you with wide eyes. 

“Mhm,” you nod. 

He adds another finger, working your walls and curling them against your g-spot. Then he does something unexpected; something he didn’t ask permission to do. He brings his thumb against your clit, rubbing small circles around it. You want to scold him for doing something without asking, but it feels too good. You’re too deep in bliss to scold him. You throw your head  back in pleasure. Your eyes are closed, lashes fanned against your face. You look like a goddess to Frankie, with your lingerie hugging your figure just right and your breast rising up and down as your breathing quickens. You cum around his fingers, your release soaking down to his wrist. Your walls grip and release his fingers in rhythmic waves before slowing to a halt. 

“I didn’t say you could do that,” you say with shaky breath.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

“Just for that, I tell you when you get to cum. Got it?”

“What?!”

“Mhm. “

He whimpers again and you can't help but laugh. His whimpering turns into a moan when you spit in your hand and start stroking his cock. He’s already rock hard but you want to tease him just a little bit longer. 

“Can I please fuck you already?” he whines.

“You think you’re going to fuck me?”

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath again.

“Can you please fuck me already?”

“That’s more like it,” you say smugly.

After one last stroke you move your hand away, inching yourself forward  to hover over his cock. You sink  onto him, taking his full length inside you in one swift motion. His large cock stretches your walls, grazing your cervix and making you feel truly full. You bounce and grind on his cock. Although Frankie doesn’t want to admit it, he already feels like he’s going to bust. 

“I’m getting close,” Frankie whines.

You stop moving and say, “Fine. I’ll wait.”

He’s forced to sit there, just feeling your warmth wrapped around him while you’re completely still, waiting until the feeling dissipates.

“Okay, okay. I’m not close anymore,” he says, pouting just a little.

You start grinding against his cock harder, hitting all the right angles inside you. You yourself are going to cum soon. Except now, you want Frankie to cum, feeling him painting your insides while you ride out your high. 

His cock twitches inside you and he’s already close again. 

“Touch me, Frankie.” You moan.

“What?!”

“I said touch me.” You moan again. 

His hands grip your waist before sliding up to your breasts. His hands pull the laces of your bra back and he takes your nipples between his fingertips. God, it feels amazing.

“Cum for me, Frankie.”

“Really?!” he asks excitedly.

“Mhm,” you respond before crashing your lips against his.

You cum at the same time, moaning against each other’s mouths, all while you move your hips back and forth and he pinches your nipples. His cum coats your walls as your hips slowly come to a stop, keeping it inside you as you rest against his cheek. Both of you are exhausted.

“What was that all about?” Frankie sighs, hand rubbing up and down your back. 

“Got tired of waiting around for you to make the first move,” you reply, leaning back to look him in the eye and shrugging.

“I didn’t even know you felt this way,” he chuckles. 

“I know that’s why I had to make it really obvious, Frankie,” you say sarcastically.

You two share a laugh and you lean forward, keeping him inside you as you rest against him. 

“Maybe you could come clean in this more often?”

“Deal.”

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If You Wanna Be Wild: Chapter 5

Co-written with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction my beloved Fen, who I could not do this without. Thank you for being my emotional sounding board, my dear friend, my wonderful cowriter and helpful beta reader. I adore you.

Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia

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Summary: Javier, Candy, and Santi kiss and make up. Except Javi and Santi don't kiss. Yet.

Content and warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter unless something is added: Sex work, drug trade, some drug use/pressured used, sex workers and the mistreatment/stigma surrounding them specifically in the 70’s (my blog is sex worker positive) but ima put potential dub con depending how you look at it as a sex worker who works with dangerous men, some action surrounding reader and the guys and the drug trade, SMUT HEAVY, corruption kink (were corrupting santi here, he’s young, 25), no loss of virginity tho, threesomes, some slight m/m smut but that’s not the focus here, but as you know this blog is an lgbt blog so I’m always open to gay shit. Talk of war and some PTSD but I won't be going a whole lot into it. Covert/emotional incest in the past, Santi's mommy issues, m/m dynamics, internalized bi/homophobia

For the record, this is a fic that takes place in the drug trade and deals with the darker side of humanity, so anything from Narco's and Triple Frontier is liable to be discussed or mentioned here. This is your warning. This is not a dark fic nor is it centered around dark themes like Leather and Lace or Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside, but they are open to be talked about.

Reader has a nick name: Candy. Not her real name just what she goes by on her profession. Much of the inspo for this and for the title came from the Bruce Springsteen song “Candy’s room” so check it out for the vibes.

Reader speaks Spanish and has hair. I've decided Candy is just latina bc she's a sex worker in Colombia so this is what I'm doing. Reader also has curly hair and dark skin.

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS!: Santi's panicy trauma response. Nothing crazy he just needs Javi to like him so so bad. Food and eating. SMUT! Fingering, reach around hand job, multiple orgasms, edging, praising, talking you through it, talking HIM through it, more hints at homoerotic subtext.

Thank you as always to my beloved Fen <3 I couldn't do this without your encouragement.

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A/N Since I am apparently an incomprehensible writer, please know that the lst smut scene here is not a threesome, it's Javi fingering Candy and Candy flashing back to her giving Santi a reach around handjob. I wanted to compare and contrast the way the two pairs care for and pleasure each other. but it came across as a threesome :(

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Santi and Javier had been working in total silence for 4 hours.

As soon as Javi had walked in, Santiago looked up from his paperwork with his large eyes attempting to catch Javier’s but to no avail. Javi ignored him, and continued to ignore him most of the day. He felt bad, he really did, and he missed his friend. It was hard sitting across two desks pushed together, and seeing Santiago right there looking so sad was difficult. Santi was fidgety, unfocused, obviously not paying attention to his work. He’d stare at a page for ages, knee bouncing almost in time to his tapping finger. The boy was going to drive him insane.

Noon hit, and Javi went to lunch, walking down the street to a cart to grab a empañanda. Fuck it, some churros too. His doctor said he needed to start watching his sweets, but it’d been a week. He’d burn off some calories with someone tonight. Not wanting to go back to the office during his lunch hour, Javier walked a few blocks to a small park and parked himself under a tree for some shade as he stuffed his face.

Javier tried to pinpoint exactly what had made him so angry at his young coworker. Maybe part of it is the betrayal. Santi went through his things, his contact information and found one of his girls. His. Candy was his. Javier Peña took pride in protecting his girls, whether or not they were his informants. Helena’s attack had scarred him, the image of her beaten and naked body was something that kept him awake at night. He couldn’t let that happen to Candy. Javi had tried to check in on Helena, knowing the DEA had gotten her a visa to the US, but she wanted no contact with him. Maybe it was the fact: if Santi found his contact information for his girls, and that meant that anyone could. What if it had been a drug lord? Lorea knew the DEA was after him next, what if they had found Candy and brutally raped her like Helena, or killed her?

Javier flicked an ant off his arm.

Maybe it was the fact it felt like he didn’t really know Santi. He called him Pope as a nickname, a call to his church going, the way he was nearly a blushing virgin, he always avoided his eye with topics of sex. The young, naive kid he knew was soliciting prostitutes? It was hard to justify the two pictures in his head. 

Maybe it was the fact it was Candy. Candy of all people. Candy was special to him, a favorite and someone he enjoyed seeing even outside of sex. 

Or maybe it was that fact it was Santi. His partner, his friend, someone he trusted with his very life and liked working with.

He knew both of them, he knew they would connect. He knew they would enjoy each other's company, he knew they’d treat each other well… How could Candy not want someone like Pope? Some as good as Santiago, as kind, as attractive…

Shaking the thoughts away, Peña gathered up his trash, shoved the rest of his churro in his mouth and returned to the pulpit to sit in silence for another 4 hours. Then he saw Santi.

For the first time that day, Javier got a good look at him when he stepped under the arch of the open doorway and watched the boy as he acted, thinking he wasn’t watched.

Santiago was a fucking mess. He had bags under his eyes, his normally well dressed and ironed shirt was wrinkled and it was evident Santi had not shaved since the start of the weekend a few days ago. Santi’s face was always well groomed, a trim, neat mustache surrounded by freshly shaven cheeks and neck showing off his youthful skin; now he looked older. Tired. Worn out. He hadn’t even worn a tie. Nervous ticks were all over him, but what got Javier was that Santi hadn’t moved. 

He hadn’t eaten yet.

All his anger at Santiago melted away, and Javier felt sorry for him.

*

“Haven't you had enough calories today, Peña?” The lady at the food cart said. 

Javier rolled his eyes as he paid the money. “It’s not for me.”

She glanced at his stomach; it was not as flat as it used to be, that’s for sure. “Sure.”

As Javier approached the open door of their shared office again, he made sure to squeak his shoes so Santi knew he was coming before he rounded the corner. 

Without looking up, Santi muttered his first words of the day. “You’re late. Your lunch is only an hour, you know that right?”

“I took part of yours, since you didn’t go.”

Santi muttered something about actually doing his work, but Javi knew today had been Santi’s least productive day since starting. He tossed the brown paper on Santi's desk, and at first Santi begins to complain about the grease on his paperwork, but then he opens the bag.

“What’s this?”

“Your lunch.”

Santi looked up to him, his endearing youth still evident despite the disheveled appearance. “You brought me lunch?”

Javi tried to wave him off as he sat down. “Don’t worry about it.”

The younger man stared up at him, mouth hesitating as if he wanted to say something, but then stopping, then starting, then stopping, then- “I’m sorry!” The words begin spilling out of him. “I’m sorry I went through your things, I really really am! I just didn’t want someone random and-

He raised a hand to stop him. “Garcia, stop. Listen…” He shook his hand and leaned against his desk. Santi looked up at him, desperate and wide-eyed, mouth parted. “She was right. I can’t control her… or you. It’s none of my business who you see…” Javi clears his throat. “And you are still seeing her?”

Santiago stood up, frantic still. Javier wasn’t into weed, but he thought Santi needed to have a smoke. “I’ll stop! Just say the word and I’ll stop!”

“No, Garcia, I get it. I know how it is with her, she’s special. Candy’s important.”

“Not as important as you!”

Santiago’s sudden admission shocked Javier. What did he mean by that? Did he mean… no, Santi wasn't like that, right? “What are you talking about?”

“I mean…” His excited edge gave way to anxiety. “I just mean, we’re friends, right? Partners. We have a good thing going right now and I don’t wanna ruin it.”

Oh. “I see.” He couldn’t help feel a little disappointed. “Yeah, we do have a good thing going. Let’s just drop it, alright? I doubt Candy will schedule us on the same day again. We can just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Javier was already moving to sit at his desk as Santi eagerly agreed. “Yes! I- uh, I mean, yeah, perfect.”

Javi snickered a bit. They sat in silence for a moment before Javier decided to bring it up just one more time… “Just… be careful, alright? And treat her good?”

“I do.” Santi was quick to assure. “And I’ll be careful.”

*

The knock on your door made you immediately nervous. No one just showed up, except Señora Perez bringing leftovers for you… when you peaked through the peephole and saw a nervous looking Javi, you sigh. Dumbass. Annoying dumbass. Annoying dumb who fucked really well and was actually super sweet and you enjoyed his company most days… 

“I know you’re home, Candy.” Of course he did. 

You open the door, immediately crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame. “What do you want? Santi isn’t here.”

“I know.” He assured you, then held out a rolled up, large poster. “I wanted to…” Apologize? Javi didn’t say he was sorry. Wasn’t the type. “I brought you this.” He held out the rolled up paper.

Tentatively, Javier held out his gift, which you took suspiciously. It was the Audrey Heffburn poster he promised you. “Javi… I thought you’d throw it away after how I yelled at you…” You were touched at how he thought of you, bringing you posters of artists he knew you loved to liven up your apartment.

“Never, querida.” He promised. “And I’m sorry for making a scene in your home, in front of your neighbors.”

You smile softly, relaxing a bit. He was so kind, so handsome… “I forgive you, just mind your business next time, comprende?”

“Comprendo, Candy.”

Your body language eased. “You and Santi kiss and make up?”

Javier couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. “Si, minus the kissing.”

“You’ll get there.” You wink, and make enough room in the doorway. “You wanna come in?”

Of course he did. He always did. And you always wanted him to. 

*

Javi spread you open. After he sat you on his lap, you wrapped your legs around him and as he spread his legs, yours went with it. It was tender, the way he touched you, calloused fingers running the length of your body and taking you apart on his fingers. Whiskers tickled your neck as he nudged, fingers entering you. Filling you. Taking you. You were his.

And Santi was yours.

You played with Santi’s body, controlled it the way Javi controlled you. From behind. He liked it between your legs, that much was obvious. His hands, his cock, his face. He belongs there. Earlier today he had sat there, his ass between your naked legs with your back to your bed frame, Santi’s back to yours. He felt so good like this, his body firm and young and supple in your grasp and god, you loved having him. It’s no wonder Javi loved taking you like this, on his lap.

Javi liked you on his lap, liked you open for him. Your whole body. He loved to feel you clench around him, himself fully dressed and while you were completely naked.

It was different with Santi. Both of you lay bare as you jerked him off. It was vulnerable this way, both of you naked and open to each other. Santi was so vulnerable… you wanted to protect his sweet little heart, to take care of him, hear him whimper and whine just as he did now as you tease him.

You wanted Javier to devour you, to take you fully and leave nothing left, you needed to be consumed by him… and consume you he did. Javi’s mouth left nowhere untraced, your shoulders, your back, your neck, it was all sopping wet with his sloppy kisses, long fingers pumping into you.

Your fingers wrapped around Santi’s cock, swiping over the slit dripping with pre-cum in his excitement for you… That excitement excited you in turn, his enthusiasm to be explored and used… and you were grateful for him. You let him know it.

“Pretty boy, being so fucking good for me.”

“Pretty girl, being so fucking good for me.” Javier praised when you don’t cry out at the little nibble he took at your throat as he applied pressure to your clit. He knew just how to tease you, to build you up so high that your crash would be blinding. “Not yet, baby,” He coaxes you.

“Not yet baby,” You coo at Santi, tightening the base of his cock to stop his orgasm. “Can you wait just a little longer please? I want you to cum so hard, Santiago, want you to fucking explode on my hand.”

“Y-yes,” he agrees, breathy and desperate but so, so good. He was your good boy. “I can do it, Candy, I can.”

You felt up his chest, his pecs, his tight and perfect body as you jerk him. “I know you can, Santi.”

“I know you can, Candy.” Javi growls in your ear, stubble scratching at your face. “Give me one more.”

You whine, over sensitive from two orgasms on his mouth, but no less hungry for another, no less desperate for the sweet release on Javier’s fingers.

“S’too much!” Santi’s hips thrust into yours, his body beginning to writhe just as you had in Javi’s. 

“It’s okay, baby, you can do it.” You coo at Santi just as Javi coos at you. Then, you both give your command. “Come for me.”

Your orgasm was blinding, clenching down on Javi so hard you weren’t sure how he could move his fingers, cum dripping out of you and onto your shitty plywood floor.

“Oh, good girl,” Javi praises. “Just feeling that pussy cum, I know it must feel so good, doesn’t it?”

“Feel’s so good, doesn’t it?” After half an hour of edging, Santi cums so hard he choked a sob out and you have to keep one arm wrapped around his slim body to keep him steady. Rops of warm cum spill out of him, covering your hand.

Javier licked his fingers clean of your um. Without so much as a care to his own erection in his jeans, he picks you up and carries you to your bed. You’re sleepy… Why were you so sleepy? Javi didn’t need to ask, finding a night dress and pulling in over you on the bed.

“Javi, let me take care of you.” You ask, tiredly. He simply gets a warm cloth to clean you up.

Sliding out from behind Santi, you make sure to place plenty of pillows under him as he relaxes back. You wash off his cock, then get in the blankets with him. 

“What about you?” He asks, soft and sweet and so, so sleepy, his fingers going to the band of your pants, but you stop him.

“Sleep, precious boy.”

“Sleep, baby.” Javi kissed your forehead.

“But you didn’t even get off! C’mon, I’ll just hang my head off the bed-” You’re mostly teasing, smiling up at Javier and giggling, but he stops you.

“Rest.” It’s firmer now. “Consider this an apology.”

“Well can my apology also include you cuddling me.”

Javier smiled at that. “If you insist.”

You laid with Santi as he took a short siesta, finishing his time napping in your bed with you around him, your fingers trailing his perfect body, taking inventory  of every scar. He sure had a lot of burns on his arms for a career military boy. Maybe he was a cook in high school. Good boy like him would get a part time job… so responsible. You hoped you were able to help him let go of that responsibility, if only for a little. He deserved to be wild sometimes, even if he had a lot to learn.

Javi held you until you fell asleep, remaining fully clothed and fully closed off to you. When you woke, he was gone and to your relief, he didn’t try to pay you, outside of the poster he hung up for you. 

It was the first time you two had done anything that wasn’t transactional.

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Thank you all for your patience, I was, WOW I WAS GOING THROUGH IT LMFAO IT WAS BAD. So I appreciate your patience as I get this out. You probably will not see anything from my as far as fics for like 2 weeks until finals are over since I am writing a fuck ton of essays. HMU in two weeks if you wanna learn about Aimee Semple McPherson or the satanic panic bc i gotta write a min 12 pages on EACH.

Anyway, until then, happy holidays! I hope you all have a wonderful and safe season celebrating any of the variety out there, or just enjoying time off, seeing family, or winter activities!

If you are in any of the horrifically dangerous areas in the world right now, know I am praying for you, and I hope you are safe.

Thank you to Fen, to Mona, to Clem, and all the people in the Oscars House Of Whores discord and the Pedro Pals discord for encouraging my insanity with these three!!! I really love the dynamics before Santi Javi and Candy and love writing this story, even if it takes me forever.

Since I like doing polls....

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[cowandcalf]

Feeback Fest 2024: H50 Fic Recs

For International Fanworks Day, February 15 (for more information see this post by @transformativeworks)

Thank you, babe @stephmcx because of your great fic rec list I noticed this amazing Fic Rec Day! I'm not often on Tumblr anymore scrolling and discovering interesting things and I miss the interaction with other fandom folks. And here you are, posting a great fic rec list of the most epic OTP ever: Steve and Danny.

I have my McDanno 'go-to' fics I love dearly but for this list I put together a different number of McDanno stories from my bookmarks. I hope some of you haven't read them already. Maybe there's a chance you find an unknown great McDanno story. All of my recommanded stories always act like a large safety net of love I let myself fall into when I need those special, unique, and most magic McDanno vibes.

1.Blue Shorts and Gloves by WeirdoOfTheCentury - Summary: Danny... well Danny is Danny. Stella is a protective Sister and both Steve and herself wanna commit a crime when it comes to Danno. @shadowhunterdownworlderhybrid

2.Touch My World With Your Fingertips by kristen999 - Summary: Danny has plans for Steve when he returns home from his reserve drill.

3.More Than Words, Part One by Candy_A - Summary: The first chapter in a series based on the events that follow Danny's rescue from Colombia (Episode 5.17). In this installment, Danny returns to Hawaii and he and Steve begin to cope with the reality of Danny's ordeal there. (Nine parts belong to this outstanding series)

4.See You Tomorrow by bgharison - Summary: "When we were leaving the office, I said, ‘see you tomorrow’ to Chin and Kono, and they said, ‘yeah, see you tomorrow'. I said, ‘see you tomorrow’ to you, and you said, ‘goodnight’, And 'goodnight' sounded like 'goodbye', okay?""I wasn't saying goodbye," he said, finally. But he kept his eyes fixed on the water.

5.Why don't you try me? by azziria - Summary: Steve and Danny both want the same thing, they just don't know it yet.

6.Back To Back (They Faced Each Other) by harrycrewe - Summary: Danny didn’t even realize that Steve was a sentinel when they first met. That probably said a lot right there about what kind of a guide Danny was.

7.Like Death and Taxes by ariadnes_string - Summary: "One of these days," Steve growled, voice low and rough and filthy, "I'm gonna rip this thing off you and gag you with it." (That's my very first McDanno fanfic I read.)

8.Moments In The Skript by joannereads - Summary: Hello all! So, over the last few years I have dreamed of a few scenarios before, during and after the events of The Script. I wanted to add to it, but never found the time, so now I'm making a point of doing it. I'll add to this as and when I have time or the muse is singing. Some of the stories will be teen and up, some explicit. Hope you enjoy! (RPF)

9.Close To Me by joannereads - Summary: Danny Williams is 17. Steve McGarrett is 26. They all live in Hawaii. And their lives are about to get really, really messy. Because Steve? Steve's his brother's best friend.

10.Sock Monkey by Cattraine - Summary: He’s late; he’s running late when the call comes in. One minute he’s sitting at a traffic light on a perfect day on his way to work, bemoaning his lack of coffee and the next he’s screeching the Camaro’s tires towards the accident, heart pounding, keeping perfect time with the chant in his head. No, no, no. It can’t be.

#international fanworks day #h50 #fic rec #mcanno fic rec #feedback fest #ifd 2024 #hawaii five 0 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams

[empanadaaaaaaa]

I ALSO FORGOT TO POST THE EPILOGUE VERSION OF MY SELFSHIP FUCKKKKKK

these are also from last year and only posted on fb.

After Ele's international studies ended, she had to go back to her country and Pete would be left on his own until 11 years later. Ele grows up to study toxicology and gets offered a job in New York, so she packs her stuff and leaves the country to establish a new life.

Her first week passes by and she decides to take a little trip to an aquarium to calm her nerves. She bought her tickets and took a little walk until she's left paralized, staring in awe at the huge shark tank of different species, until some guy approaches and taps her on her shoulder.

— "Ey', sweetheart. You wanna be in a movie?"

Ele turned around and saw a shorter guy standing. His tone seemed familiar, but Ele couldn't really notice a lot of his face since it's hidden by a hoodie and a cap, until he lifted his face and showed a toothy grin and some eyebrow raises. Those facial features quickly snapped on her mind and asked him:

—"Do I know you?"

which the guy responded with a "Just call me Pete". The brunette's eyes widened a bit and the last name that she had forgotten for years was about to quickly burst out her throat.

— "DiNunzio?"

Pete's grin was brushed off his face, a little nervous since nobody had a stranger adress him by his last name. He looked directly at the woman's dark orbs and, with a little quiver on his voice, he asked:

— "How do you know my name?".

Ele was surpised an old friend of her didn't quite remember her, maybe because she's not wearing those hippie clothes? Or her straightened hair?

—"How come you don't remember me? It's me! Elena! The girl who had her community service at the library?"

She got worried for Pete, explaining about her time, back when she was 16 and studying at Eltingville. The memory quickly got Pete to her ground, his beady white eyes getting bigger after seeing an old friend.

—"No fuckin' shit, you??!!"

He almost shouted, amused by her change of looks.

—"You look... different. Not that you look bad or anythin', you look pretty. Dat's it."

Pete was straightforward, honest with her, way different when he used to be a violent young man. The both of them remained still, standing beside eachother and now looking at the shark tank.

—"So, wat'chu working for? What brought you 'ere?"

Pete broke the silence, curious about how Ele has been through the years. He put his calloused hands in his pockets, keeping one mako shark in movement in his eyes.

—"I finished senior year back in Colombia. I graduated, went to college, studied pharmacology, toxicology, all that stuff. And I got a job offer when I graduated, but I had to move here in America. The offer said it pays well, so I'll get enough to live."

Ele calmly answered, satisfied about how far she's gone. She then inhaled and dared to ask the same question, a little curious about getting asked to participate in a movie.

—"And you, DiNunzio? What have you been up to? Are you in a movie crew, hiring actors in the wild?"

—"Well, yeah! That's sort of a part of what I do. I worked for my dad for a good time until I started workin' for cons and then at Chiller. But I met this one guy at a party, talkin' about horror porn, that shit I used to watch. That guy had a crew, specialized in doin' those movies and shit, and so I got hired at Sick Mofo. If you wanna watch some then come call me."

Pete reached his pocket and gave Ele a card contianing the information of Sick Mofo Productions, it's website and phone number. Something like a business card.

—"Interesting, you kept going with your horror stuff , I'm impressed. You doing good in there?"

Ele kept the card under the shirt's little pocket on the chest area, giving Pete a little warm smile.

—"It's awesome in there, at least for me. Lotsa chicks doin' the good stuff and havin' fun! Sight for sore eyes if ya tell me, sugar."

Pete flashed his confident, toothy grin to his friend, letting out a chuckle.

—"I'm glad we got to meet eachother again."

Elena stretched out her arm to give a friendly handshake. She had her manicure done perfectly, the tone of red that matched her skin like blood. Pete's cheeks tinted into a little red and reached out to shake her hand, illuminated by the blue of the water tank.

did this one today. the probability for these two (US) to get married is about a 50%. not because they're so in love with eachother (friend w benefits) but because their respective families are disappointed that they're both single and need to construct a family or whatever.

("me marrying my friend on my 30's after neither of us got a partner")

#the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #self insert #self ship #pete dinunzio #oneshot

[fettuccin-e]

Santiago "Pope" Garcia Fic Recs

besties i am back on my bullshit with a new fic rec list!! santi themed list this time because i am down horrendous for this man. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reblog or comment on these fantastic fics!! these writers deserve the world (also if you are one of these writers and you'd like to be removed from this list, please let me know!)

Once More With Feelings by @writefightandflightclub

>> You've been friends with Santi and Frankie since you were kids. Watching videos of your childhood together, deep-seated and long-hidden feelings finally come to light. Better late than never has never been more true. (LONG TIME PINING?? bro u have found my vice i love this)

A Cold Shower by @the-little-ewok

>> On a camping trip with Santi and his friends, he can't really seem to keep his hands off you. Not that you want him to. The only problem is trying to stay quiet. (PORN JUST PORN but its fucking FANTASTIC)

Validation by @brandyllyn

>> Santi has been trying to hold himself back, not wanting to scare Frankie's sister-in-law off. But after he catches you in a compromising position, and you look at him like that, he decides to throw caution to the wind. (More porn but santi smut is just so good he's just like,, the hottest person on the planet but yknow)

All He Ever Wanted by @pedrito-friskito

>> You both have been thinking about it for a while, but after Colombia, Santi wants a life with you. With the white picket fence and the dog and the sound of little feet running around the house. He wants everything with you. (beautiful fluff it's so sweet i literally considered having a child)

Firsts by @say-al0e

>> After a bad date lands you at Santi's house, you manage to confess that your terrible dating experiences have left you a little unexperienced. Santi decides to show you that there's nothing wrong with that at all. (GODDAMN i want him to take care of me so bad bro)

"The Tender Ache" ask by @softlyspector

>> Santi's finally home after being gone for far too long. He's so happy to be home with you, but the mood quickly changes when he finds a painful bruise marring your pretty skin. (fluffy to angsty to tooth-achingly fluffy again. a beautiful wonderful rollercoaster)

Drunken Confession by @jakecockley

>> An alcohol-fueled night loosens Santi's lips and causes him to confess feelings that he's been to afraid to share. He feels brave tonight, ready to change your lives forever. (So fucking cute gang like holy fuck i was giggling while reading this)

Married Life by @waatermelon-sugaar

>> After waking up from a nightmare, you have a long talk with your husband. You already know that you're going to spend the rest of your lives together, but maybe it's time to turn your family of two into three. (say it with me y'all: DOMESTIC SANTI!!! i love him so much pls i wanna love him forever)

You Missed Me by @wheresarizona

>> You haven't been with them both in two years, but when Santi calls and invites you to a hotel, you know you'd do anything to see him again. Maybe this is a chance to make everything permanent. (poly!Santi and Frankie holy fuck i need an inhaler these fics drive me fucking NUTS)

#santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia smut #santiago garcia x you #triple frontier smut #triple frontier x you #triple frontier x reader #santiago garcia fluff

[beatificwrites]

—your girlfriend wants to be mine

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

requested by anon!! srry this took forever! a/n: so, i accidentally deleted the request but tried to write most of what I remembered and also took my own spin!

word count: 1.9k

content: cheating, office flirting, narcos spoilers, cursing

summary: you work with Javi and catch feelings, even tho you’re taken

Life as a DEA agent in Colombia had its ups and downs, mostly its downs, but having Steve and Javi as your partners helped make it tolerable. When you almost wanted to give up, they were there to remind you why you were added onto the chase in the first place.

Your boyfriend, of course, used to offer you emotional support but lately, things haven't been the same. You've gotten so caught up in work, you couldn't catch a break. And it didn't help that he was also a workaholic.

With that being said, you two barely see each other.

You were at the office, overlooking some of the files from last night. Steve said he would stay behind and look at them, but you offered instead because you knew he had Connie and Olivia to get home to.

Javi also offered to stay, and you both ended up pulling an all-nighter or at least an attempted one before you fell asleep three hours in.

You woke up on your desk and immediately got back to work before realizing it was already morning.

"Javi, did we even get anything done?!" you asked exasperatedly.

"Yes, relax, I looked through a few when you fell asleep." he replied nonchalantly as he sipped his morning coffee.

"And you didn't think to wake me up?" you huffed, annoyed.

"I didn't wanna disturb the princessa’s beauty sleep." he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, closed the folders, and put them away your bottom cabinet.

"Don't call me that, cabron."

"Woah, wait! I'm the cabron for letting you get some sleep?" he feigned offense.

“Just shut up!” you couldn’t take it if he called you anything else.

Javi just smiled and went back to his desk to look over stuff. The man was completely smitten by you. Not that you knew though, you were oblivious to the coy remarks he’d let slip.

He wasn’t looking to try anything; he knew you had someone else.

But, whenever you got up to do something, you noticed how his eyes always followed you. Or, when you two and Steve were talking, how his arms or hands would brush over yours. How he always opened doors for you and made sure you got home safely.

He cared for you, that was obvious. But you thought of him as good friend and partner.

You had gotten used to the lighthearted flirting between you two. It was all fun and games, nothing serious right?

On second thought, you were starting to feel some sort of internal conflict. At first, you could admit Javi was an attractive guy. It stopped there though; you weren’t interested of course.

With time, not only did you look forward to work because you wanted to catch that fucker, Escobar, you looked forward to seeing him too.

It all felt so wrong, how could you get excited to see another man? No, you had to shut those feelings down. You had to push them away as far as you could.

Even so, you cared deeply about the man you were with. You could not love both.

You didn’t want to think about him like that, he’s your friend and an amazing partner. You should only see him that way. Plus, it’s unfair to your boyfriend and you know Javi’s one to sleep around; it’s how he gets his intel.

When the workday was over, you packed your bag and made sure you left nothing behind on your desk. Steve and Javi were going to check out a lead from a call they had received earlier, Steve suggested you go home this time.

“You sure I shouldn’t come along?” you asked again.

“We’ll be fine, you look like you could use some sleep.” Steve assured you.

“Yeah, take this night off. Busy day tomorrow.” Javi added.

With that, you went home to an empty apartment. It had been a while since you last came home this early. You thought you could probably cook dinner for you guys tonight.

You released a tired sigh as you kicked your boots off and hung your purse. As you were about to walk into the kitchen, you heard a woman laughing along with an inaudible male voice.

You froze in place, trying to figure out if it was actually him or someone else. Her voice sounded too young to be the old lady next door.

The sound was quickly nearing, the footsteps too. Yeah, it was him.

You could hear the jingle of his keys and him trying to get in. You panicked, decided to hide last minute behind the kitchen island. It faced the door sideways; he wouldn’t be able to see you.

“You sure she won’t be home soon? What if she comes in out of nowhere?” the woman spoke.

Her voice sounded familiar, had to be someone from the office of course.

“No, she always works late. Sometimes doesn’t even come home."

You mentally rolled your eyes. So, this is what he does...

What could you have expected, you're always busy with work. How could you focus on this relationship? It was bound to happen but to go find some other woman? Without manning up and ending things with you first?

You stood up furiously and watched as he became aware of your presence.

He didn't even look ashamed, like he had an explanation on hand.

"Do you have nothing to say for yourself? Huh?" you shouted in anger.

"It's not like you're ever here anyway! I got tired of your shit and found myself a real woman." He spat with his hand on the other woman's waist.

You bit your tongue before you could ask what exactly constitutes as a real woman in his eyes because you knew this wasn't about her. It was about this douchebag.

"Well, good for you." you clapped sarcastically.

"Here," you stomped up to him and threw the keys at his face.

"The place is yours and I hope this real woman can pay most of the bills because let's face it, you don't make jack."

He held the other woman closer and sneered at you.

You left knowing his machismo pride was secretly hurt, no way he was making good pay at that corporate job.

You also left without the sadness hitting you, but it did once you hopped into the car and started driving to Steve's place. You knew Connie would let you stay the night; she's that understanding.

You tried to convince yourself it was fine. Things were better this way. There was no time to focus on a boyfriend when you had to a criminal.

Over the course of the next few days, your attitude at work hadn't been the best and Javi could see that.

"Everything alright, chiquita?" he asked with his brow raised.

You shook your head and chuckled at the nickname.

"I'm fine, Javier." you attempted to give a convincing smile.

"No Javi? Okay, seriously, what's wrong?" he asked once again, leaned against his desk with his arms crossed.

"I broke up with Norman, okay?" you sighed.

"I thought I would feel way better than this considering the bastard cheated on me but I kind of mess having someone." you were honest and gave a sad smile this time.

Javi was hollering in his head; no other good news could top this! The man was ecstatic. You were finally a free woman that could be his, if he'd ever be man enough to confess.

"I'm sorry to hear that." he said with an appreciated amount of sincereness.

From that point onward, work had been all over the place with the Medellín cartel making headlines for their attacks once again.

Fortunately, for you guys though, Blackie was caught and brought in for Steve and Javi to interrogate. This lead straight to getting intel on La Quica, and for that there had to be a celebration.

While Javier had offered to go for drinks, the ambassador announced a dinner party to celebrate.

You had to admit, formal gatherings such as those dinners had always made you nervous, especially now since you had no plus one.

You decided to go nonetheless and went dress shopping with Connie. You picked out a nice silk dress and knew you were going to make one hell of a show with it.

You were right, the woman Norman took home that night did work in the office. She was a receptionist so you knew she had to be invited and would probably bring him along.

Even if you convinced yourself, you were done caring about Norman, you still wanted to show him how good you looked. Make him feel regret in some way.

It had reached dusk and the nightlife in Colombia was alive, however you weren't partying at any club tonight. The dinner was being held at some luxury hotel that had taken the Taxi driver way too long to reach.

Security was high of course and you were let in once you showed your office ID.

Chatter was everywhere and you could feel a few stares as you walked into the huge space.

It's a shock you couldn't feel Javi's gaze, how his eyes could not peel themselves off your figure. He thought you looked absolutely ravishing.

You found your way to the bar where the gang was and greeted Connie with a hug and kiss on the cheek before doing the same to Steve and then, Javi.

He was speechless, you were too beautiful.

He leaned into the bar and ordered, "two margaritas, please."

"A la orden, señor!" yes, sir!

He turned back to you and had to stop himself from gawking. Had to play it cool.

"You look gorgeous, as usual." he gave you that smirk.

Your heart fluttered a bit. Now you were free to feel what you felt for Javi all this time, God, he was handsome.

You realized he was actually wearing a suit and not just jeans with a biker jacket. Now, this was a sight to see.

The thought made you giggle and made him wonder what you found to be so funny.

"What're you laughing at? This not cute enough for you?" he furrowed his brows.

You laughed again, "No, you look pretty cute. Pretty sexy actually." you flirted, feeling a sudden wave of boldness.

He let out a chuckle and then the bartender slid the margaritas.

Javi watched as you took a few sips, he took in your form and your perfumed scent. You were only a couple inches apart and both struggling to maintain composure in each other's presence.

Even though he was experienced, it's only so often he falls in love with someone like you.

After one too many drinks, you two conversed and engaged in flirtatious combat for most of the night, never losing eye contact. However, you did once you looked over and meet eyes with your ex.

He was chatting with a group of men and women at a round booth, had his girl on his lap.

You quickly looked back at Javi and grabbed him by the collar. You wanted this; you knew he wanted this too.

You smashed your lips against his and gave him the most beguiling kiss a man could ask for; it was fiery and impatient. You longed for this.

"Fuck, hermosa." he cursed before pressing against you and giving you an even hungrier kiss.

He held you closer by placing a hand on your lower back and the other brushing over your exposed back. You grinned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Let's get out of here." you said breathlessly.

#javier peña x fem!reader #javier pena #javier peña #javier pena narcos #javier peña narcos #reader included #reader insert #x reader #narcos #narcos fic #narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #javi peña #romantic #tension #drama #javier peña x female reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #agent peña #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader

[proceduralpassion]

How?

Day 27 of Narcoctober- Create a fanwork about an original character or reader character who is explicitly a person of color.

Character(s): Horacio Carrillo x Kiara Nash (OC); Horacio Carrillo x Laz Nash (OC) ; Kiara Nash x Laz Nash; Laz Nash x Luciana Cardenas (OC)

WC: 437

A/N: Some POV from Laz about Horacio and Kiara. Also, some background of his own love life. I WILL be expanding upon this lol

From the beginning, Laz believes that Horacio is the guy for his little sister. He watches how Kiara’s eyes light up the same way as their mother’s did when she meets their future stepfather. It catches him off guard when he first notices it. The two of them haven’t been together long and they’re celebrating Kiara’s birthday at a dinner party with friends. 

The event has died down and Laz relaxes back in his chair, stuffed from the barbeque dinner along with two slices of cake. He hears a shriek of laughter and turns over to Horacio and Kiara. His little sister’s head is tilted back in laughter and he watches Horacio smear a morsel of icing on her nose. Kiara only barely manages to get out of his hold before he captures her again, this time feeding her a piece of the dessert. Laz watches her melt into his hold with pure elation painted on her face, the same elation that she’s been wearing all evening around him. 

“Babe, you alright?” Luciana asks, resting a hand on his back as she follows his gaze.

“Yeah…” Laz nods his head, “Just happy for her.”

Before Horacio proposes, he shows Laz the ring, “It was my grandmother’s. She and Kiara have the same birthstone.”

He helps his future brother-in-law with the surprise, guiding Kiara to the backyard picnic that Horacio’s organized and hearing her excited shouts minutes later afterwards.

He accepts the best man position, with Luciana being the maid of honor at the small ceremony a few weeks after the engagement.

Laz watches the stress and anguish that colors Kiara years later. He’s helpless when she drops by at his work one day and tells him she’s done and that she’s leaving Colombia. Part of him refuses to take it seriously until the week before she leaves when he swings by their place and sees the boxes and luggage. That same day, he barges into Horacio’s office, shouting and asking how he could let his wife just leave without going after her. Without begging on his knees, pleading for her to stay. 

“You still have a wife!”  Laz screams. “You still have someone to come home to!”

Luciana’s gone and there’s no one at home for him anymore. 

Letting your love go so easily without a fight is ludicrous in his eyes. He didn’t have that choice because his love was taken from him without regard or mercy. He holds the grudge against the both of them. For leaving. For not fighting. For not loving harder even when aching. It’s a grudge that maybe he’ll hold forever.

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2, 4, 7, 12 for Anteros? ⚜️

Saints Row 1 Questions

2. What were they doing before getting caught in the middle of a shootout and recruited by Julius?

answered here. was just leaving work, chatting up a friend he hadn’t seen in awhile, then all That happened.

4. Be honest. Do they kick ass at canonisation, or do they get their ass kicked?

answered here. he gets his ass beat cuz of a kick in the back he didn’t see coming.

7. Which antagonist would you recruit into the Saints, regardless of who it is or what they've done? Why?

this is an interesting question. me personally? i may have to go w either ben or tanya. ben bc we know he does work well w the saints and i’d loooove to see dex and ben strategize together. i’ve said it before but i’ll say it again. it’s a miracle julius got ahold of dex instead of ben bc that duo would’ve been insane, not to mention i hc that dex actually looked up to ben king more than julius. but that’s a discussion for another time…

tanya bc we know she’s so fucking smart and tactical. she knows the ins and outs of stilwater, of the gangs, of this whole fucking game. genuinely such a fascinating, strategic antagonist. i can only imagine what she’d be like had she joined the saints and they continue to expand. anteros would not wanna work w her tho bc they used to essentially be coworkers. he knows her well, even if she pretends she doesn’t know him.

for anteros tho? luz, and this is somewhat canon for me. in my canon, the carnales don’t just dissipate. i won’t get too into the specifics here, but they’re still in stilwater, just playing a significantly reduced and quieter role, being run by luz and orejuela (they’re married). orejuela is primarily in colombia tho while luz stays in stilwater and manages it there. through anteros (this happens around sr2 time), the saints and carnales actually work together when it comes to running drugs. luz and anteros actually do have a history together, going back to the pre-sr1 days (connected through torque, which is a whole other thing that i’m happy to talk about if you wanna know more), tho they only actually get to know each other during sr1 and better in sr2. they actually consider each other friends after a certain point (primarily post-sriv, but this is getting off topic). they like each other, even trust each other after a certain point, and anteros genuinely likes working w her.

12. Are there any mistakes your Playa made that they're never going to forget?

so many. i think the one from sr1 specifically that he holds onto the most, whether he realizes or not, is what happened w lin. it was his first brush w death, and in some ways he feels as if he failed her. especially as time goes on and he becomes haunted by feelings of anxiety, doubt. why should he get to live and she shouldn’t? and worst of all, when he starts thinking he’s seeing ghosts during sr2, he never sees her. he never gets to tell her he’s sorry. anteros is a character who is just so unbelievably riddled w guilt and grief, and it’s something he has to carry for the rest of his life.

#asks #anon #thank you! :^]

[browneyes-issac]

Memphis pt 1 - the backstory.

Frankie Morales x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N never knew she needed someone to save her from her past until she met Frankie Morales on a sunny day in Memphis, TN.

Warnings: Not very descriptive use of drugs.

Word count: 687

AN: Ok so this is my first fic I'm writing.. So bare with me.. 🙈💞 it's probably gonna be all over the place.. Cause that's how I talk and explain in general.. 🤣🙈 I posted it privately last night while trying to save it to drafts, sooo that is why it says it was posted hours ago.. 😆🙈

Frankie is one of my main comfort characters out of the Pedro boys and I've been to to Memphis, TN once and really wanna go back so I chose that as the town. Also this is kinda a therapeutic story. Some stuff happened today ( yesterday now because I'm posting it the day after lol) and I had an idea of Frankie coming to the rescue. 🥰 I'm gonna do parts, idk how many yet but this first one is gonna be some back story of our main lady and some about Frankie. 🤗 also, idk what town to pick for her home town and Frankie's, so you may pick it as you read, I'm gonna be very basic with description.

Thank you x infinity @stxrrylunatic for reading this over for me and encouraging me to start writing! 💞🥰😘

Y/N hated her hometown but still loved parts of it. She hated the good memories that have turned to bad ones after having to cut off people and the memories of them after things didn't work out. But the good memories were still there, there was a good size handful of them but as time went by she just kept seeing the memories of those people around town.

So she made a pact with herself at young age that as soon as she got a job she would start saving money to move out of the state once there was enough money saved.

The day has come when she is 23. Has her dream car (a 2014 Navy blue Impala), all she needs is what is in that car; the necessary items, the things that bring her comfort, a lotttt of cds, and food & water of course. Today she is going to drive to Memphis, TN to start her new life, has a small apartment and job at a vintage store ready for her once she settles in.

Her parents are sad to see her go, but are over the moon happy for her that she is doing something for herself and getting a fresh start on life.

The drive is about 20 hours. The trip went amazing, nothing troubled her at all, she gets to Memphis around 10 am. So perfect time for breakfast! There is an amazing restaurant call Ms Polly's on Beal Street that she heard amazing things about from her friend that went there.

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Frankie has been living in Memphis since Colombia. Santi said that it would be perfect for him after his ex kicks him out when he gets back from Colombia, since he didn't come back with anything. She said that it was the only way he was gonna be able to still see their daughter. He was already on thin ice after relapsing after getting layed off from his long time job. He just couldn't take it anymore and had to have a taste of that bliss.

As soon as Santi found out he put him in the best rehab he knew of in town.

Frankie did so fantastic there! 🤗💞

He decided he needed to get a fresh start in a new town. An old friend told him that Memphis is a gorgeous place to live, so he looks into and decides to move there.

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Frankie decided to go check out Ms Polly's for breakfast after running some early morning errands.

He wasn't looking where he was walking.. All of a sudden he bumped into someone.

" My god.. " he thought to himself taking this gorgeous woman in. " Oh my goodness!! I'm so sorry I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going, are you alright? " he said nervously to Y/N while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

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Y/N was starving so she was tunnel vision walking to the restaurant, not paying attention to any surroundings.

Next thing she knows she's bumping into someone..

" My god... " she thought to herself taking in this handsome gorgeous man. " I am so so so sorry sir. I swear I need a seeing eye dog or something because I'm always zoning out on where I'm going when it comes to food. " she says while blushing and thinking " why am I rambling so much, he probably thinks I'm crazy. "

Frankie laughs at what she said and has the brightest smile on his face.

Y/N thinks to herself, " oh my goodness, how is he so adorable?? That laugh and smileeee! "

" Do you - " both say at the same time. " you were saying? " Frankie asks while thinking " she is so gorgeous, and that shy rambling.. So cute. "

" I was going to ask if you wanted to share a table for breakfast? If not it's totally ok, I just wanted to offer it's the least I could d- " Y/N said before Frankie interrupts her..

" I would love to. " he says to her with the biggest cutest smile on his face, while once again rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

The end! For now... 👀💞🤗

I hope you liked this little intro to these two! I can't wait to explore the rest of the journey! 🤗

Np tags: @supernaturalgirl20 @prolix-yuy @heythere-mel @guess-my-next-obsession

Don't have read, just tagging some of my favorite writers on here that I think might be interested. 💞

If you would like to be added to the tag list when I decided put new parts out, just shot me an ask ( I'm pretty sure I set it up correctly,lol. ) or DM. 🤗

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#My first fic #Pedro Pascal #Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales x fem! reader #Frankie x Y/N

[sofiafushiguro]

hello... Thank you all for still following me and liking my content. If you want to know what happened and why i disappeared then please read below the cut

On August/September 2022 i was going through a lot of changes. Accepting that i was living in America now (I'm from Colombia), learning to make friends in the high school i was attending, being more independent and stuff like that. It was like a big change in my life.

On top of that, i decided that i wanted to make p0rn on Twitter. It was one of the most crazy experiences in my life, and it brought me food and bad things. Internet is fake. You can create fake accounts, make up a whole new personality and then post whatever you want. But i decided to be real, and ppl used that against me.

I met bad ppl on Twitter, good people and some people that i don't want to think about right now. But that whole experience really changed me and made me drift away from things i really like. Anime is one of them.

Anime brought me lots of joy when I was feeling lonely around 2020/2021 and so, it's a big part of my personality, but at the same time i now see that there are more important things than anime.

I'm in nursing school now. I'm an aide. I pay for my own car. I wanna buy a house. I can afford my own vacations, and i feel like I've grown up to where i remember anime as something so distant from me, but so meaningful.

I'm at a point in my life where I'm trying to heal from things that I've realized are very very deep inside me. And i wanna be happy. The first thing that comes to my mind when i think of happiness is anime. I was so happy when i was watching anime every day.

I wanna get back into it. I wanna experience the same thing i had for fictional characters. I feel like Tumblr is the place i can do that, and just slowly get back into it.

I won't be writing for a while. Like i stated before, I'm in nursing school, so 12h of my day I'm studying, 8h i work and the rest i try to sleep or keep some peace of mind.

All my content will be here for display and everyone can keep reading it. My asks will be open if anyone has good ideas that would like to share with me. And of course, my private messages will be open too if anyone wants to hop in and say hi.

I'm not sure how much things have changed around here, but i really love this app and community. And thank you for Reading till here 🩷

#personal

[imabitofa]

Taurus and Sagittarius

Taurus - what's your favourite food?

Am I boring if I say pizza? I feel like you can't go wrong with pizza, unless it's a shitty frozen one. Obviously the best pizzas are sat in a beach front restaurant in Italy on a family holiday where there's nothing but good vibes, but dominos is pretty good and my local pizza place sucks but I love it bc it just has never changed and like the memories that come with that pizza are everything. I also like salt and pepper chips a LOT (the best ones come from Newcastle and you bet I go all the way across the country for a fuckin Chinese) and salt and pepper chicken but only from my mates Chinese takeaway (might be the discount making it taste better?)

Sagittarius - what places would you like to travel in the future?

Everywhere 😩 I wanna go to Fiji to swim with sharks, I wanna go to Guam bc I accidentally scratched the flag off my map, I wanna go to NZ to visit my old boss, I wanna go to Canada bc my parents went when they were younger and said I'd LOVE it, I wanna go back to Perú bc of a guy, I wanna go back to Cambodia because of memories, I wanna go to South Africa to meet my friends family, I don't really want to but also really want to go to the states to see a few friends (@musicisunspokenfeelings is my no 1❤️) , I wanna go to North Korea bc ??????, I wanna go to Japan because WOW, I wanna go to Vietnam and Philippines because a couple friends are from there, I wanna go to Iceland bc the Icelandic ponies are fascinating, I want to go to Romania and rn I have a real chance of work there, I wanna go to Switzerland because HAVE YOU SEEN THAT PLACE???? I wanna go to Andorra bc I was so obsessed with the place when I was younger, I wanna go to Greenland bc it's huge, I wanna go to Colombia just to prove people wrong, I wanna go to Morocco to ride, I wanna go to Namibia for the safari, I wanna go to Kenya to make up for lost time, I wanna go to Madagascar bc of the movies, I wanna go to Oman to see a friend, I wanna go to UAE just to say "meh overrated", I wanna go to Egypt to volunteer, I wanna see all of Asia tbh I love it there, I wanna go to Chile to see why tf its so long, I wanna go to Brazil because of the football shirts (I don't even follow football, hate that game), I wanna go to Argentina for the Peruvian guy, I wanna go to Cuba just because of the name.

Really I just wanna be anywhere but the same place.

#ask #imabitofa

[moumoriekaerouka]

some thoughts about the encanto “fandom” more specifically to non pocs.

it’s very clear who it yt and who is poc when it comes to hcs and thats what makes some hcs frustrating. some hcs treat the things characters a seen doing as “not normal” things when its actually just common things we do in our culture.

A lot of the actions Bruno does (i.e knocking on wood) is because of his superstitions, and it’s normal for him to do this a lot because latino people take superstitions very seriously (I would know. Im half Mexican and watched my Mexican father be extremely superstitious for 9 years) Bruno throwing the salt and sugar is also a common thing? i’ve done the salt thing many times lol. and when he was jumping over the cracks he was saying a healing spell at the same time. all he’s ever heard from people is that he brings back luck so of course he is going to do things that “ward off” bad luck.

Camilo’s character description “doesn't quite know who he is yet” + his powers being shapeshifting does not mean he’s gender fluid (and trust me, i would love this representation and some hcs make me really happy to see BUT..). His shapeshifting makes sense when they also describe him as a “Theatre Kid” and he’s 15! Of course he’s trying to figure out who he is! And im sure her feels pressure with his Abuela (literally everyone feels pressure from her!) The day after Anontios ceremony, she says “we’ll find a way to make your gift useful” and im sure she said the same to Camilo with shapeshifting, because that is a tricky one to figure out.

(+ i’ve seen someone say Camilo snapping his finger was a stim. it is not. this a common gesture in colombia and I see many of my hispanic friends do it too. Dolores hm is also an expression.)

Isabela not marrying a man does not make her lesbian, she was obviously just isn’t interested in that man (and he wasn’t as in love with her either) and was going with it to make Abuela happy, which is important to know and understand. That showed how she was doing something she thought was “best” for her family rather than being with someone she actually loves. Her song is literally about how she “has” to be perfect. That is her character story. The pressure of everyone telling her how perfect and beautiful she is and being frustrated and scared because she doesn’t want to be perfect.

Grandparents in latino families are honestly.. well it’s always something new. I can’t stand to see the way some people speak about Abuela. I was very upset with her too, and yeah she was a bitch but can you blame her for reacting the way she did? She had to flee her home because of a war that was happening, watched her husband die, and was left to take care of three children. of course she took control of things. she was scared to lose her family and because of that fear it over took her sight with trying to make everything be perfect and not weak. after all, the magic was given to her family. any signs of weakness could have made her lose her family and home, something she fought for, that her husband died for.

also if Abuela didn’t care about Mirabel, how was she the one to find her? Abuela cares for all of her family, she just had a hard way of showing it because of everything she had been through.

it’s totally okay to hc characters how you want and find comfort in these characters but a big problem with people hc characters is the fact that they are erasing the actual meaning behind the movie. lgbtq+ representation is amazing, especially coming from a kids movie but that is not what encanto is about. encanto was for latin representation and people are making it to be lgbtq+ representation. if you are going to talk about these characters then you do need to understand a lot of the thing they do and say have actually meanings a cultural beliefs behind them.

apologies if none of this makes sense, it is 3 in the morning for me but :) im tired of seeing certain things under the encanto tag! don’t even wanna get started on the weird and creepy shipping and how people are drawing characters with a lighter skintone + smaller noses.. sigh.. pocs can never have something for themselves can we?

( edited + mirabels clothing was to show and represent her family!!! and you would know that if you actually gave this movie serious attention instead of projecting your own thoughts and feelings onto it! mirabels clothing and all the embroidery made me really happy and brought all of warmth to my heart because it reminds me so much of my family and the traditional clothing women still wear.

edited pt.2 + okay wow i was not expecting this to get big but it did so now im adding a few more words to this.

first of all if you took this as me saying “queer pocs do not exist!!” you are the problem and the people im talking about. obviously they do im not stupid. is that really your argument with this? go argue with the wall because im not gonna have it.

anyways what i was trying to say yes you can have these hcs but these hcs are overshadowing the actual story to this movie. this movie is representation for latino people and talks about a subject that is extremely hard for latino families to talk about or even just think about so you bet your ass we are going to get frustrated watching white people turn this movie into things that have nothing to do with the movie. that’s all these hcs are doing. ignoring the actual subject when we finally got something that talked about, represented it well and gave people comfort.

i’m honestly done speaking about it because whats there to talk about? clearly those who disagree aren’t listening to those who are frustrated and trying to understand. i’ll mute this now. thank you to the people who understand or stated they would take the time to understand.)

#encanto #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal

[danniburgh]

Boca del Diablo (Javier Peña x f!reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: I was wrong but I was doing it right; and we would steal each other’s grief, we were thin but we were thick as thieves; you gotta hold me down, ‘cause I might slip away, slip into the past.

Word count: +5.7k

Warnings: ANGST, you guys this is AWFULLY SAD, so, beware. mentions of alcohol and drinking.

A/N: oh god, okay; this is technically a ficsong, based and inspired by Mouth of the Devil by Mother Mother. also, the first time i heard that song i knew it was SO made for Javier Peña, i couldn’t just not write something based on it... I JUST COULDNT. im not sorry. also also i wanna thank my forbidden kitties @ezrasbirdie and @starlightmornings​ for proofreading and telling me it makes sense, love you so much guys. Jesus Christ Superstar i really should stop hurting javi huh.

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The first thing Javier did when he arrived to Laredo was tour his house around; he walked around the living room, looking at all the pictures his dad had hung onto the walks, he took his time to admire all the faces and the expressions and the situations; he took the time to reminisce about moments of his life he hadn’t given himself the time before to reminisce. He walked the narrow hallways of the house he grew up in.

It was like meeting the house again, even if after leaving he had visited, even if he knew exactly what was in what corner, even if he still remembered that stash of cigarettes he had hidden under a wooden panel in the floor when he was seventeen; he was familiarizing himself again with it; like the prodigal son coming back to a place he had forgotten because he need to forget it.

He discovered that day, after not living in that place for over thirteen years, that it was timeless.

It was as if the house itself was a spot in time that hadn’t moved; as if the place it was built on was rooted down so far into the ground that not even distance or time changed it.

The second thing Javier did when he arrived to Laredo was sleep.

He told Chucho he wouldn’t eat the dinner he had made and that he preferred to eat it for lunch the next day and just shut himself into his old room and slept for twelve hours.

When Javier woke up, he didn’t feel rested, but his mind had stopped reeling from all those excruciatingly exhaustive thoughts he had been carrying with him since he packed up the close to ten years he spent in Colombia into three suitcases and spent three hours inside a plane and two hours driving down from the airport.

In the twelve hours he slept, he didn’t dream at all, and for he was grateful to be so tired that his brain just had shut down for half a day; he didn’t need the constant reminders of what his life decisions had turned into. He didn’t need to dream about the pain he saw, tamed, and caused.

Javier didn’t want to go out of the house at all; because he knew there would be people that asked him about his doings like he was some kind of hero; they would ask him details about the things he did in what they called South America, details he wasn’t ready to even remember, as he wasn’t even ready to correct them; that it wasn’t South America, that it was just Colombia. As if he didn’t want to ruin their perceptions of him; when in reality he didn’t even want to be perceived.

The first time Javier went out of the house he drove to a convenience store that was there since before he was born; another proof that everything in that town he so wanted to get out of and leave behind him as a kid was timeless and immovable.

That time he forgo the cigarettes, as he was decided to try to quit smoking once again; and as he was walking out of the store with a plastic bag full of crap he shouldn’t eat and stuff he didn’t really need, across the street he saw you.

Javier just stood there, like a newly put statue, he watched you hop into a truck he was sure wasn’t yours or your dad’s and as the truck drove away with you in your pretty short sundress inside, he knew, once again, that he was completely and utterly screwed.

He had frozen in place because in that time, in the two minutes it took you to leave, the only thing that invaded his mind was what he did to you.

The second time Javier went out of the house, he had decided to visit some of his old friends that still lived in Laredo; the ones that, unlike him, had stayed there for reasons he, at the short age of twenty, didn’t really understand, but years later, at what he considered the middle of his life, comprehended at last.

None of them asked about Colombia; and, while he was grateful, he was sure it was because one of them told the others not to.

It was as if the subject of him working there had become a taboo; something that they spoke about and debated amongst themselves when he wasn’t there, and he preferred it that way.

Javier was enjoying the time he spent remembering stuff that hadn’t gotten people killed; he liked the feeling of nostalgia that sharing old stories and old experiences with friends made him heel; until someone mentioned you.

He learned then that what had gone down between you and him had also become a taboo; something only his and your generations and the parents of your mutual friends knew about but never said a thing, something that, as in most small towns happened, was a topic that someone brought up when they saw you walk by, or Lorraine, or his dad.

He had even escaped being the prompter of his own fall out being discussed by people on the narrow streets of downtown Laredo.

Javier also learned then that you were a month away from getting married.

The first emotion Javier felt when he heard the words “she's getting married on the fifteenth” was rage; not at you or at your husband to be, but at himself. Because he knew that if he had played his cards right, he would be the one you were sharing your life with.

The second emotion Javier felt was a profound, almost abysmal regret. Because if he had stayed put for thirty-six months he would've been the one you would’ve married. Because if he had stopped his unhealthy, obsessive desire to leave everything he knew and looked at you with all the love he felt for you, he wouldn’t have done what he did. But it was way too late to realize it.

The third emotion Javier felt was sadness. Because even when he had made sense of what he did and convinced himself he was doing the right thing, even when he was doing it wrong, the outcome had been the opposite of what he wanted.

He ruined his life trying to get a better one.

Javier had one too many beers that night and excused himself from the reunion; as he drove away he pulled over because there was an overwhelming question dragging itself from his brain to his chest and settled there like a rusty nail perforating his skin: when was the last time he had thought about you?

There was a difference that he noticed there; as he sat inside his truck in the middle of the country road with the crickets replying to the others and a few car noises at the distance; one thing was wondering about what was of you, asking himself in the little idle times he had in his job if you were doing fine, if you were mad at him, if you were happy, and another, polarizing, totally opposite thing was thinking about you and the years you spent together.

He avoided it.

Thinking about you consoling him with your body when words weren't enough, you understanding him to the deep ends of his persona, you, knowing him exactly as he was, as young as he was, complete as he wasn’t. You meeting him in vulnerability, in nudity, in cynicism, even meeting him in drinking and getting drunk with him every other weekend just to laugh about nothing and fuck like bunnies.

You and the perfect aura and the immaculate energy you exude at all times and that when he was inside you, he felt you share with him.

He avoided it because he knew that he didn’t deserve to get any of it back; but Jesus how much he wanted it.

So Javier decided, inside his semi-alcoholized head, that he had to do what he didn’t do when he had the chance.

He turned the truck back on and gave an U turn that he knew would get him fined if someone had seen him and drove back to where he came from.

He drove by muscle memory. Even after sixteen years he still knew the way and could drive with his eyes closed if he felt brave enough.

But he wasn’t feeling brave or encouraged or self assured; everything he was feeling as he drove was a heavy, disorienting need to fix what he broke.

Or try to.

He got into the driveway and started honking like a crazy man inside the afternoon traffic of the city; someone had to come out at some point.

And you did.

Javier couldn’t identify the emotions he felt when he saw you opening the door of your house or what he felt when he noticed your expression as you recognized the truck and him inside it. He couldn’t name the exact feeling of his chest tugging when you stood there, on your porch, dead on your feet, a hand covering your mouth when he got out of the truck.

He saw you see him; your face paled as he walked up to you, your eyes widened open, he felt like an apparition and guessed he was; nothing but an unwanted sight of a past he was sure you wanted to forget.

He noticed the simple and complex emotions your eyes poured out as he tried to say hi to you with a hand wave.

And even then, half drunk, standing on your porch after who knows how many years, he knew it was something that was supposed to happen.

“What… what are you doing here?” was the first question you asked him, Javier didn’t even have a response to it.

“If I say the truth you wouldn’t want to listen to me.” he said. He saw you shaking your head slightly and looked at you with clinical eyes.

It was as if the time hadn’t passed through you; you were still as beautiful as he remembered you. As terrifyingly gorgeous as the first time he saw you when he crashed your nineteenth party with his friends from college; as inexplicably stunning as a twenty-two year old guy could make sense of.

“What do you want?” was the second question you asked him, and Javier wanted so many things he didn’t know which one to say first.

He looked at you with that expression you had on your face the first and the last time you said goodbye to each other.

“Can we talk?” he replied, you looked at him and bit your lower lip and Javier had to close his eyes because he wanted to do that himself.

“Sure.” you muttered, Javier nodded a few times as he opened his eyes and you had crossed your arms tight on your chest.

“Can we go somewhere else?” he asked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

You stood quiet again as he guessed you were pondering your reply, and he felt like he was asking you to go out with him two weeks after your birthday party.

“Where?” was the third question you asked him “I’m kinda busy.”

“Just for a drive, please.” Javier heard himself begging, but didn’t really care for it.

“I–I don’t th–”

“Please,” he cut you off, “I just… fuck, I just need to talk to you.” he sighed out.

Javier couldn’t stand the look you were giving him, he couldn’t bear the feeling that your eyes on him were giving him because he had a specific memory of you looking at him with a shine in your eyes he didn’t see anymore as you stood in front of him and he was hating it.

“Okay,” you murmured, “let me go get my bag.”

He nodded, and you turned around and walked back inside. You didn’t close the front door and from where he was standing, he could see some parts of the house and some chat inside he couldn’t make out.

He wasn’t half drunk anymore; the weight of the emotions he was feeling were enough to sober him up. But he knew, as he stood there waiting for you, with the most pressing feeling he had felt in decades, hitching his breath and cutting his flow of air, that it was most probably that he wouldn’t get what he wanted. And that was scraping at the well-manicured mask he had built for himself.

You walked out of the house with your bag hanging from your shoulder and gave him a brief glance as you walked to his truck. He let out a heavy sigh and jogged a bit to catch up.

Javier didn’t know where he was driving to. He just didn’t think you would say yes, so he didn’t bother to think of a place to take you; he knew you’d appreciate going somewhere without many people. As you were less than a month away from your wedding and Laredo was a place where if the wrong person saw you walking around with your ex, bad shit could happen.

The truck’s engine roaring was the only thing that made any noise. You were sitting on the opposite side of the seat, all but glued to the window, avoiding to look at him; he understood it; he didn’t even know why you had said yes in the first time.

Javier was still thinking of a place to stop the truck, and as you stirred on the seat, he saw a familiar deviation with an old, tattered, fainted wooden sign on the edge pointing to the right that read Boca del Diablo, leading to a narrow dirt path surrounded by semi-overgrown wild plants.

He turned there and saw you stiffen on your side of the seat out of the corner of his eyes; he wanted to ask you if you remembered the place but instead you glared at him.

“What are we doing here, Javier?” you asked. He wouldn’t admit even to himself that he felt his stomach turn around itself when he heard his name being pronounced by you.

“You remember this place?” he asked anyway as he drove to where the dirt path became a wide opening that led to the edge of a cliff.

“What is it to remember?” you muttered in response, Javier pulled over and turned to you.

“Well, this was our place.” he shrugged slightly and turned off the ignition.

“No, this wasn’t our place,” you murmured, looking back at him, “it was a place where every single couple in Laredo came to make out.”

Javier huffed and nodded a couple of times, he noticed the way you were looking at him and, even in the darkness of the open country and the inside of the truck, he could see the way your brow was furrowing slightly, he wished to know what you were thinking.

“We made it ours.” he whispered back.

“Javier,” you sighed out, he knew you were getting exasperated “fucking in the back of your truck hardly was making a place ours.”

Your words made something inside him sting. He wondered if his actions had made you shift the meaning of your memories; he wouldn’t find it hard to believe.

“Why are you here?” you asked him, Javier was looking for your eyes but he found them outside, on the walnut tree you and him used as shade when you came there before the sunset.

“It made sense,” he replied. You scoffed and turned to face him, Javier saw your eyes water in front of him and took a deep breath “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Right.” Javier saw you take a deep breath and swallow your tears. He wanted to hug you but instead gripped the steering wheel with a hand.

“You’re getting married.” he said, not as a question, but matter-of-factly.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask why?” you bit your lip with a smirk on your face and Javier felt his chest compress.

“You really wanna know?” your voice was low and soft but it weighed on him like an anvil. He nodded. “I finally found someone brave enough to stay.” you replied with a shrug.

“I stayed.” Javier let out before he could stop himself and you glared at him with a frown.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his lids with the heel of his hand; he knew he was bad with the kind of conversations he wanted to have with you, and he knew you knew as well. But he still wanted to ask you so many things he didn’t even know he was curious about.

He knew exactly the moment he had fucked his and your lives, but he hadn’t stayed to look at the aftermath.

“You stayed,” you retorted “but you didn’t wait.”

“I know.”

“Why?” you asked him, now chasing for his eyes, Javier shook his head a couple of times and you shifted on the seat so you could face him with your body as well “why you didn’t wait?” you asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know.” he replied in a low voice and frowned when your reaction was to laugh.

As you looked around the truck’s cabin with that cynic smile of yours adorning your face, Javier saw a single tear rolling through your cheek that you didn’t bother to wipe off.

“You don’t know?” you let out a sob that sounded like a laugh, “you don't know why you threw away seven years of our lives?” he shook his head, and you opened your mouth in feigned amusement “seven years, Javier, unbelievable.”

“I tried to figure it out but I just couldn’t,” he murmured at you when you threw your head back and sniffed “it made sense at the time.”

“That’s bullshit.” you shrugged.

“It is.”

“I…” Javier started, he tried to find the correct words to phrase what he wanted to say “I know that what I did wasn’t good or an–”

“Wasn’t good?” you cut him off “that’s not really how I would phrase it, Javier.”

“I know, I’m trying, okay?” 

“It doesn’t look like it,” you whispered again and rolled your eyes at the tears Javier could see flooding your eyes “you didn’t wait for me, you didn’t even try!”

“I did! I swear I did, but I wa–”

“Everyone knew us, Javier,” you cut him off again and he sighed “everybody in town thought that we would be that couple that stayed together forever,” you snarled as two thick tears made their way from your eyes to your cheeks and he had to refrain himself from leaning and brush them off “I thought that too.”

“Please,” he sighed. You shook your head slowly.

“And now, after what? twenty years? you com–”

“Sixteen.” he interrupted.

“What?”

“After sixteen years, it’s been sixteen years.” he muttered.

“Right, sixteen,” you huffed again and licked your lips. Javier remembered that little gesture as a sign of nervousness when you were barely an adult, “after all that time, you come back to break into my life,” you raised your hands in question, Javier chewed the inside of his cheek “for what? why?”

“Today Matt told me you were getting married,” he said, you rolled your eyes at him and Javier shifted slightly closer to you on the seat “I just knew I needed to see you first,” he saw you see through him and he felt once again like an apparition “I just realized I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Stop it,” you raised a finger to him, Javier stiffened up “don’t do that,” you shook your head at him “because when you should’ve thought about me, and about us, you didn’t,” Javier nodded his chin a few times “you don’t get to do that to me,” you sniffed and he closed his eyes when your voice started shaking “not after everything, not after you promised me you’d wait and then finding someone else.”

“I didn’t find her,” Javier opened his eyes as he said it, you rolled your eyes at him again, “I wasn’t even looking for someone else.”

“You’re lying,” you shook your head again, Javier mirrored the action, “don’t lie to me, that’s the only thing I’m asking, don’t lie.”

“You know I don’t like lying, I’m not.” he whispered, you let out a sob.

“Then what the fuck happened? huh?” you shifted closer “I asked for one thing, I asked you to wait, you knew I left town to do what I wanted, what happened that made you run to Lorraine?” 

Javier moved closer to you and threw every sense of courtesy and respect out of the window; he grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you against him. You didn’t try to fight him and he took it as a good sign, but you didn’t hug him back.

Your head rested on his collarbone and he could smell the softness of your shampoo, and wondered in the back of your head if you used the same strawberry conditioner he liked so much.

“Y’know,” you said, shifting your head so you could breathe “Lorraine and I talked when I came back,” Javier hummed in surprise but felt his body shiver at the thought of you and Lorraine sharing the only thing you two had in common with each other; him, “we tried to make sense of what happened but never actually could… what happened?”

“I wish I knew.” he whispered against your hair and felt you shiver, you buried your face in his chest.

“It’s not fair that you don’t know,” you muttered out, your voice being muffled by his shirt and his skin and him and he gripped you tighter “it’s not fair because I’ve been asking myself that question all this time.”

“I tried to make sense out of it,” he broke the brief silence that formed around you, his words like a knife that was sharp enough to mull but not cut, “I thought I was doing the right thing, even if I was doing it wrong.”

You separated from him suddenly and he immediately missed the warmth of your body on him; it was as if he had never stopped holding you.

“Help me understand this,” you murmured, “I left town to do something you knew I wanted to do for so long,” you recounted in a low, deep voice, Javier nodded, “I left with the promise that you would wait here, that it was my turn of doing something I wanted and that you would be here waiting for me, it was only three years, you told me you’d wait,” he nodded his head again, trying to shove away the need of breaking down as you did “but as soon as I crossed the state line you ran to Lorraine,” you said, Javier opened his mouth but you raised your hand to him before he could pronounce a word; he hated that your version was like that, he hated it, “you started dating her saying nothing to me, and I had to find out, because my dad saw you kissing her inside this same truck,” Javier saw you close your eyes in pain as another pair of charged tears fell from them “and he called me to tell me to never come back, and you’re telling me it was the right thing?” you shook your head and Javier felt his throat close at the sight of your face quirked in pain from an old wound he just reopened “what was I to you tha–”

“Everything,” he cut you off, you sighed “you were everything to me,” he cleared his throat and begged his brain for some reason and sense so he could explain to you and give you what he thought you needed to know “and you didn’t deserve me making you responsible for my own well being.”

He saw you frown as you wiped away the tears you had shed.

“That doesn’t make sense, Javier.”

“Think about it, miel,” he tried to explain, barely noticing he had slipped the old nickname he had given you when the first time he kissed you and whispered that your lips were as sweet as honey, he brushed it off and looked at you and your unsure eyes and your bouncy leg and he was regretting everything he had done in his life up to that point until he saw you tilt your head, asking him silently to continue “we were young and stupid and we were both vulnerable,” he reminisced and you nodded ever so slightly “when we met we had lost a lot and I instantly became dependent on you and you know it,” you nodded again, another tear rolling out, he raised his hand and brushed it off, his hand stayed on your cheek, cupping your face, “the only reason I was living and breathing for was you and I knew you didn’t deserve to be the reason I was alive,” he leaned closer “you didn’t deserve to be anything else than my girlfriend.”

You let out a soft sob and looked at him with dovey, dampened eyes, his own were watering as well.

“I’ve always regretted the way I dealt with things, and I’ve always wondered what would be of us if I talked to you instead.” he whispered and then you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his middle.

Javier almost cradled you. He wrapped his arms around you too as you tried to drown your sobs and he felt the cold sting of a tear making its way out of his eye.

“You ran away.” you whispered, he nodded.

“I did,” he agreed and barely heard you asking why “everything fell on me out of the blue,” he shrugged with you still resting on his shoulder and his hand started gently rubbing your back “Lorraine almost forced me to propose, your dad was so mad at me he stopped doing business with my dad,” he explained, you hummed in affirmation “so my dad was mad at me too,” he scoffed, “and I couldn’t face you,” he whispered, gripping you tighter to him “I knew that you would throw everything on my face and I wouldn’t recover from that, so I just left everything behind.”

“What a fucking coward.” you whispered, Javier huffed a soft laugh.

“Yeah.” he blinked a few times. You sighed and Javier felt the warm breath that came out of your mouth clashing with his skin, making him think about all the times he had you between his arms inside that same truck in different circumstances. He yearned for those times to come back, he wished for a second chance he knew he wouldn’t get as soon as you pronounced:

“I’m supposed to be making the seating chart.”

Javier’s breath hitched when he heard it, and he scoffed at himself because in the back of his mind, deep inside himself, he held a glimpse of hope that maybe if you talked to each other, things would change. But it was a childish thought and of course… You weren’t ruining your own life again.

“You’re still getting married?” he asked.

Javier felt you undo the grip you had around him and you pushed yourself away from him.

“Don’t do this.” you shook your head. Javier saw you shift further away from him; you opened the door and jumped out of the truck and into the empty space that was the viewpoint of Boca del Diablo, he did the same; opened the door and got out of the truck to the cold air of the night and jogged around the truck to stand next to you as you threw your head back and looked at the dark, star-filled sky.

His logical side was screaming at him to stop, he knew he wasn’t being fair to you; he knew perfectly that you wouldn’t say yes; but he wanted to try so hard, he wanted to do whatever it was in his power to have you again.

He saw you there, standing in the middle of a darkish, barely moonlight illuminated, dry dirt viewpoint at the edge of a cliff he had taken you so many times when you were together, and all the feelings he had made sure to shove and hide deep inside himself came bubbling up. He never stopped loving you, and he had lost you once already, he didn’t want to lose you again even if he didn’t have you anymore.

“Miel,” he started next to you, he heard you let out a soft no “miel, is he good to you?” he asked.

You turned to see him and Javier saw the confusion in your face, he stepped closer and reached for your hand.

“As good as he can be.” you whispered in reply.

“What if…” he gripped your hand, you shook your head slowly “what if I told yo–”

“No.” you said before he could finish, Javier tugged you closer to him.

“Come with me.” he let out, softly, almost imperceptible even to his own ear.

“No.” you whined out after a sob.

“Please.” he heard himself beg again.

“Don’t, Javier please don’t do this.” you cried out again. He looked at you, the moonlight making your eyes shine with all the previously shed and yet to slide out tears.

“Miel,” he said, it was like his own judgement was blinded by the feelings he had been neglecting to process over the last sixteen years of his life; he knew he was talking but he wasn’t thinking about his own words, “I promise there was neve–”

“Javier, don’t.” you whispered, thick tears rolling out of your eyes that he brushed with his free hand.

“There was never anyone that could love me like you did…” he let out, you shook your head and he cupped your face.

“Stop it.” your voice was so thin he could barely hear it.

“...and I tried, miel, god knows I tried to find someone like you…” you opened your eyes to him and looked at him deeply.

“Please, stop.” you whispered again.

“...I was with so many women…” he whispered and leaned into you, you sighed and Javier could feel the warmth of your breath against his mouth “...so many of them and I couldn’t feel anything…” he felt another tear escaping from his eye and you reached to him, you didn’t brush it but your touch made his skin burn “...not one of them made me feel what you did, miel…” he pressed his forehead against yours “not a single one.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you whispered out, Javier tried to calm his racing heart as he fought himself from kissing you.

“Because no one was enough, miel, no one was you.” his voice was soft and he sighed slightly, you closed your eyes as a sob died inside your chest. Javier brushed his thumb on the skin of your cheek and you, out of the sudden, closed the distance with him.

Javier hummed in surprise but his lips acted by themselves. You tasted the same as the first and last time he had kissed you; sweet as honey.

You ate his lips gently, still whimpering and still crying, you brushed your tongue with this lower lip and he opened his mouth to let you in; he was willing to give you everything you wanted. He wanted to give you everything you asked for.

With the same sharpness you started the kiss you finished it.

Javier wanted to chase your mouth and keep kissing you until his lips went numb but you stepped back from him and shook your head as you licked your lower lip; he sighed once again with the wet flesh of his lip still tingling.

“You know that I can’t, right?” you asked, holding back his hand, he stood there, watching you look at him, “you know I won't risk my entire life just because the man I’ve been loving for twenty years came back, right?”

Javier dropped his gaze to the door and attempted to say that he knew; that he understood, that he wished you to be happy and that he only wanted to try because he loved you. He wanted to say that he was happy to know you still loved him after all those years and that he knew you had the right to decide what to do with your life. But he could only nod.

“I grew out of my pain, Javi,” you whispered, gripping his hand, he lifted his head to look at you, you were giving him a smile he thought he would never see again; small, soft, yours, “it doesn't hurt me anymore; you did what you did for yourself and I understood,” he nodded again, “now I’m doing what i need to do for myself.”

“Does he make you happy?” he asked in a mumble, you scoffed at him.

“Mostly.” you replied, Javier tugged you against him again and held you inside his arms.

“Good.” he whispered, burying his head inside the crook of your neck, he felt your hands roaming gently up and down his back and he wished you could touch him like that for the rest of his life.

“I’m gonna get married, Javier,” you said, he shook his head, “yeah, and I’m gonna move to San Antonio, too.”

“No.” he let out, his voice small, he felt you shake.

“Yes,” you sniffed, he held you tighter “and I’m gonna try to be happy,” you said before a sob came out of you, Javier felt your heartbeat against his nose and wished to feel it for the rest of his life, “even when I know I’m gonna forever feel sad that you’re not the one I wake up next to every morning.” you whispered.

“We can still do that.” he mumbled against your skin, he felt you shaking your head and he held you closer to him.

“I’m not gonna do that to him,” you replied, Javier sighed “because I love him too, he doesn’t deserve that.”

Javier lifted himself from where he was hidden in your body and looked at you; he slid his hands from your waist to your arms and your face and cupped it with both hands.

“What about you and me?” he let out; he heard himself and hated how broken his voice was. He felt the way your breath hitched as he finished asking and he saw you close your eyes.

“We don’t deserve each other anymore, Javi.”

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Oooh the fluffy prompts are fun! Could you do “are you sugar personified or something?” with Javier?

Birthday Cake (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: Your best friend Javi, the storm cloud to your rainbows and sunshine, is celebrating a birthday today. Gotta cheer the grump up!

W/C: 1.9k

Warnings: language, Javi has dirty thoughts. of course he does.

A/N: idk I just think he’s neat 💖 thanks for the prompt!!

Few people know things about Javier that weren’t common knowledge. Most people know that his full name is Javier Peña, he’s from Texas, he’s fantastic at his job and he’s a womanizer.

You and Steve Murphy are two of the people with more knowledge. You know that he has a sweet tooth but doesn’t recognize it. You know his favorite brand of cigarettes, his favorite brand of whiskey, he always knocks twice in a quick succession on a door. He’s a wild card in the field, but he’s incredibly predictable around the embassy and as a friend.

You work as an Intelligence Research Specialist at the embassy, processing raw data and turning it into intel. This means you work closely with the agents, but Peña and Murphy are your favorites. Steve is the only man who doesn’t hit on you in the entire building, and Javier is the only man who can do it in a way that makes your stomach flutter a little.

You’re the go-to gal for the two mustached men. If they need data, you’re the one they find. And that’s often- the two men love to make impulsive decisions about fieldwork, and you’re the one who has to give them the grounds to go do things. You’re the one who decodes the wiretap that the agents place. You help with interrogations sometimes, and give the men recommendations on what they should do. It’s rare that any of them, besides Peña and Murphy, listen to you, though.

The three of you are the triple threat around the office; wherever you go, the other two men aren’t far behind. They follow you like ducklings to the mother bird with the information, the details, the who-what-when-and-where to their how.

The two men enjoy you too. Steve loves your baking. It reminds him of home. Javier, on the other hand, rarely comments when food is presented to him, but he’ll eat plenty of the sweet treats when he thinks no one is looking. Javier refers to you as a “ray-of-fucking-sunshine,” usually through a mouthful of whatever you baked last. Your positivity and energy is the complete opposite of his gruff demeanor.

Javier really likes you, more than he should. He wants you, wants to kiss you deeply and lay you down on his bed and absolutely destroy you. You’re just so fucking cute, always with that infectious good mood. You see the shit these men do on the daily, and you still seem almost naive. No, not naive. Just hopeful. That’s rare, and Javi admires it.

You like them, as more than coworkers, as friends. Steve is a funny guy. You like him and his wife, Connie. They’re good company. You live next door to the Murphys, which puts you right near Javier too.

Javi, you two called him outside of work. He had a dry sense of humor, and was hard to pull away from the job. They both were. You were better at compartmentalizing than they were. He was handsome and flirtatious, but you figured he’d never like you. Too different of people.

The three of you shared details of your lives at work. Steve would talk about his adoptive daughter’s latest milestones, about his wife and his arguments. You and Javier didn’t have much to share. Your heart twinged every time Steve mentioned another hookup Javier had had.

Something about him is magnetic. Javier makes you grin and giggle and shy away but come out of your shell at the same time. But of course, you’re coworkers and friends. Just friends. It would be impractical to think that you could be something more, if he even wanted to in the first place.

November rolls around in Colombia, and with it comes Javier’s birthday. November 8th, in a year he refused to tell you. Steve told you later. The Murphys and you are the only people aware of this. Javier doesn’t like a fuss to be made over him. Of course, knowing you, a fuss is the only thing practical.

It’s a Sunday when Javier turns a year older. Connie and Steve are doing something with their daughter, probably. Javier doesn’t have friends besides you or Steve. That motivates you to go even grander.

You wake in the morning with a grin. November 8th. After taking your time waking, you find your way to the kitchen and begin the process. You lovingly fold the dry ingredients in a bowl, then add the wet ones. A beautiful looking cake batter forms, and you dare to lick the spoon once the cake is in the oven. It’s good.

As it bakes, you hum to yourself and find your way to the phone. “Murphys,” a sweet voice rings out. Connie.

“Hey lovely,” you say with a grin. “Is Steve home?”

“Yeah, what’s up? Please don’t be calling for work,” she says, even though the tone of your voice indicates it isn’t.

“Oh, no. I guess you’d know: it’s Javi’s birthday. The two of them doing anything tonight?”

“I completely forgot,” Connie gasps. “But no, not that I’m aware of.”

“Just checking. Thanks, girl.”

“Yeah, any time.” Connie hangs up right as the oven beeps that the cake is done.

-

A knock comes at Javier’s door in the evening. He opens it to find you with a beautifully iced cake, a bottle of whiskey, and a grin. “Happy birthday,” you say as you see him, and his neutral expression grows to a small smile.

“You know I hate birthdays,” he chuckles lightly.

“That’s too damn bad, because I love them. Do you have any plans for tonight?” You ask him.

He’d been considering calling up one of his girls to fuck until he forgot his name or how old he was getting, but he’d much rather be with you. “No,” he shakes his head.

“Wanna share this cake and whiskey?” You ask, hope in your eyes as you lean forward a little.

Javier laughs.

“Are you sugar personified or something? Come on in,” he says and moves to allow you in. You set the cake and whiskey down on his counter and immediately head for a cupboard where you know he keep the plates. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course. It’s my best friend‘s birthday, gotta treat him.”

“I’m your best friend?” He asks, somewhat in disbelief as you return with two plates, two forks, and two glasses of whiskey.

You shrug. “Of course you are. Who else would it be, Steve?” You snort as you sit at his table and he sits across from you.

“Just… no one back home?”

You give him an honest smile, your perky demeanor dropping. “No, Javi. You’re my best friend. I genuinely enjoy you as a person. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

You sigh and reach for your purse. “You’re a piece of work, Peña,” you sigh as you stick a couple of candles into the cake. You don’t smoke, but you carry a lighter for Javier and Steve, which you grab from your purse and use to light the candles. “Okay. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” you sing softly to Javier, grinning and looking into his eyes.

He doesn’t deserve you, he thinks to himself. Someone so beautiful and kind and yeah, beautiful, so stunning, and yet you never go on dates or hook up with anyone, even when it’s so easy. Why? He selfishly hopes it could be because of him.

“Happy birthday dear Javi… happy birthday to you.” He knows the drill. He blows out the candles and they go out easily. “What did you wish for?” You ask sweetly and quietly, slicing into the cake.

“Can’t tell you.” It was you. He can’t tell you that not because he fears it won’t come true, but because he fears what could come after it.

You sigh. “You’re impossible,” you tease and scoop a slice, handing it over to him. He pops the bottle of whiskey open and pours a glass for each of you.

“You’re the impossible one. All sunshine and rainbows in the middle of a fucking drug war.”

You shake your head as you scoop yourself a piece. “Someone has to be. No one else was taking the job. You think I enjoy it? I get pissed sometimes too. I hide it.”

“You, angry? I’d like to see it,” he shakes his head and takes a bite.

Rolling your eyes, you take a bite of the cake too. “Hiding my feelings for the good of others since the day I popped out of the womb.”

His face softens. “Hey.”

You shake your head. “Sorry to be depressing. It’s your birthday, after all. How does it feel to be a year older, hm?” You ask, trying to put the facade up again. It only half works.

Javier sets down his fork. “Hey, brillante.” Shiny. “I know you have more feelings in there. Tell me them.”

“Since when have you been one for emotions, Javier?” You ask dryly and raise an eyebrow.

He nods. “That’s fair. But you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend, right?”

Sighing, you look down at your plate. You don’t want to admit that what you’re thinking about is how you don’t want him to be your best friend, you want to love and adore him and be more. Lovers, partners, anything. “Hey. Answer.”

The frustration gets you and you snap. “I care about you, Javier. I like you. I think about you a lot. As more than just a friend, really. And I shouldn’t, because we’re coworkers and friends.” The words flow before you can stop yourself.

He’s taken aback. He certainly didn’t expect that. “Oh.”

You bite your lip. “That’s exactly why I held that in for so long. Because you responded like that. It’s not your fault, either, so don’t say that, that you’re sorry you don’t feel the same, that-“

Javier stands and walks to your side of the table. He squats to your seated height. “Look at me.”

You do, albeit in a confused way. “Yeah?”

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’m about to do this for me and me alone, because I know you want to do it too.”

“What?”

He kisses you, cupping your face in his hands. He tastes like frosting and whiskey and cigarettes and oh god, it’s heavenly. His calloused fingertips against your cheeks, his warm and plush lips against your own. He means it, you can tell it. He breaks away, breathing heavily. “Hey. My ray-of-fucking-sunshine. I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time now. Since I first laid eyes on you.” He brings your face close to his. “Never hold it in again.”

You close the gap between the two of you, kissing him again. Hard. Passionately. You hold the back of his head with one hand, the other snaking around his shoulder. You stop for a second and stand, and he follows. “Goddamn, you really are sugar personified.” The gap closes between your lips, from mutual movement forward, into another needy kiss.

You throw your arms around him, making a soft noise of need into his lips. “Javi,” you shudder as his lips trail to your jaw and then to your neck.

“Got my birthday wish.”

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Night shift

Summary: Meeting Javier during one of your nightshifts at the hospital turned into falling in love with him. But working different shifts can be challenging, yet you somehow make it work.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!reader

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: mentions of gun wounds and blood, smut (Oral m+f receiving), dirty talk, domestic Javi

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You absolutely loathed working night shifts. It was one of the things you would love to live without. But when you took the job at the hospital in Bogotá, even if it was only for two years, you knew you wouldn’t have normal hours like back in the states.

You wanted to help when you came into this country. Even if it was only a little bit.

Of course it was a night shift that had changed your life almost 8 months ago. It had been a quiet night when a man had been rushed into the ER with a gun wound in his shoulder. You didn’t ask any questions as you rushed him to the OR, yet you remembered the crushed man that brought his friend in, his brown eyes pleading you to do everything you could for the injured man.

The man with the gun wound had been Steve Murphy and the man with the brown eyes was Javier Peña.

The same Javier Peña you were living with now after he just didn’t stop asking you out until you finally agreed. A tired smile came to your lips as you drove your car to the quiet streets of Bogota. It was close to 7 am and all you wanted to do is get to bed. Javi would most likely be already on his way to work. You didn’t see each other much with him working during the day and you during the night. But it was only two weeks. Yet you missed him. The intimacy of sleeping in his arms. You just slept better with him. Funny how quickly you could get used to a person.

The smell of coffee still lingered in the apartment as you walked in, letting your backpack fall to the ground next to the door. His shoes were still there so he had to be home. Getting out of your shoes you slowly walked into the apartment, a smile tugging to your tired lips as you saw him leaning over the small kitchen island, reading the newspaper. He was already dressed, just his jacket missing. You sighed and he turned his head to look at you with an equally tired smile.

“You look tired baby,” he said as you walked over. His arms came around you, pulling you close against him and you closed your eyes, inhaling his scent.

“It was a long night. I can’t wait for next weekend. Two whole days off,” you propped your chin up against his chest and he closed the distance, kissing you. You both groaned, his hands sneaking under your shirt, his tongue playing with yours.

Fuck you wanted him.

“You sure I can’t visit you tonight?” he groaned, kissing down your neck.

“No… Don’t want my colleagues to hear me having sex…” you whimpered, your hands pushing into the pockets of his pants on his ass.

“Just have to be quiet…” he grinned against your skin.

“Like that ever worked…” you chuckled, moaning loudly when he sucked on your pulse point on your neck.

“Well...” he grinned and you sighed.

“When do you have to leave?” you asked, already playing with his belt.

“I should already be out…

“You sure you don’t have a couple of minutes left?” you asked. One of his hands came to rest on your cheek, his other hand taking your other hand that had to start unbuttoning his shirt in his, stopping you from getting him undressed.

“I wish I had. But Steve’s probably already waiting. I miss you…” he kissed you again.

“I miss you too. But only a couple more days,” you smiled, letting yourself melt against him. A knock on the door made you both sigh.

“Only a couple more days,” he repeated, kissing you again before he untangled himself from you.

“There’s some coffee left and I made you a sandwich.”

“You’re too good to me, Javi,” you called after him.

“Only for you,” he called back before he turned around and you sighed when you heard the door click shut behind him. Filling your cup with coffee you opened the fridge, seeing the sandwich he made waiting for you. It was your favorite. Smiling to yourself you ate and then made your way to the bathroom to take a nice long shower.

Javi came home earlier that night, bringing some dinner. You were already dressed to leave for work as you sat down next to him on the sofa, letting him hand you a piece of pizza. His smile didn’t reach his eyes today. It was such a change to the man who left you in the morning. Something must have happened today. He was quiet, his hand seemingly using the glass of whiskey in his right hand as a lifeline while he silently chewed on the pizza. You hated to have to leave him when he was like that. Javier never talked about any details about his work with you, much like you didn’t tell him what happens at the hospital. You carefully set down your hand on his thigh, squeezing it lightly which made him look at you.

“I love you,” you said quietly, leaning in to kiss him softly. His eyes fluttered shut as he brought his forehead down against yours, breathing quietly. Setting his glass down, he brought his hand up to rest against your cheek. The pizza long forgotten, you kissed him again, his tongue parting your lips with ease. He helped you up so you could straddle his lap. His hands came to rest on your hips, pushing you closer against him, his lips on yours clinging to you.

“Let me take care of you Javi…” you whispered against his lips and he groaned.

“I want you…” he groaned, sucking your bottom lip in as his hands wandered, grabbing a handful of your ass.

“And you get me. For two long fucking days next weekend where we both won’t leave the apartment but right now I only have time to suck your cock, Javi…” you grinned against his lips and he cursed lowly.

“Let me make you feel good, baby…” you whispered, already letting yourself down to your knees in front of him. You could already see the hard outline of his cock through his ridiculously tight jeans, making you bite your lip. You brought one hand up, brushing over his bulge, hearing him groan. Making quick work of his belt and zipper you pushed his pants down.

He hissed when you pulled his cock out, looking down at you with wild eyes, his hand stroking your cheek as you bit your lip.

“I can’t wait to have you inside me again…” you whispered, kissing the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that already gathered there.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t think about anything else than your cock…” you licked a stripe from base to the tip and he sighed, his hand wandering into your hair.

“But right now I want you to cum down my throat. Can you do this for me, baby?” you asked, parting your lips to suck on his tip.

“Fuck…” he groaned, closing his eyes only for a second before he watched you as you began to suck his cock. Taking him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck why are you so good at that?” he groaned and you chuckled, releasing him with a plop, your hand stroking him while you looked up at him.

“I met this guy a couple of months ago that has the most perfect cock I’ve ever had and I just can’t get enough of him.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, biting his lip.

“And I spend way more time than I like to admit thinking about his perfect fucking cock,” you smiled before you got back and took him between your lips, bobbing up and down faster. You didn’t have that much more time.

“Fuck I’m close…” he pulled at your hair, guiding your movements. You brought another hand down, massaging his balls and it didn’t even take more than a couple of seconds until he shot his load down your throat. Moaning as you sucked him off you ignored the throbbing between your legs. You were soaked just thinking about what he would to to you if you didn’t have to leave now. Making sure you didn’t waste one drop of his cum you released him, licking your lips before you smiled up at him.

“I have to go,” you said sighing.

“That was… Fuck I love you.”

“You only say that, because I just sucked your cock,” you teased, your hands on his thighs as you pushed yourself up to stand. Your knees were hurting, but it was worth every pain to see the look in Javi’s eyes. He reached for your hand, pulling you down to kiss you. He dipped his tongue inside your mouth, moaning as he tasted himself.

“I do love you. More than…” you silenced him with another kiss.

“I love you too. I’ll see you when I get home?”

“You bet,” he smiled.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” you kissed him again before you made your way out of the apartment to get to work.

The sun was already up when you got home the next morning. Groaning you let yourself fall to bed. Last night has been exhausting. You had your fair share of gun wounds ever since you arrived in Colombia but the amount of blood you saw last night would haunt your dreams in the foreseeable future. You sighed, your face buried in Javi’s pillow as you breathed his scent. You wanted nothing more but to feel his strong arms around you, but he was gone already, off to fight the sheer neverending Drug Lords of this fucking country. Sighing you pushed yourself up, shredding yourself out of your scrubs on your way to the bathroom. You needed a long hot shower before you would sleep the last night off.

You were about to doze off, not even caring to dress into your sleep shirt, which technically was one of Javi’s shirts when you heard the bedroom door crack open. You blinked your eyes open, looking into Javi’s. He was wearing a black button-down today, looking so fucking sexy. You would say his eyes looked like he was undressing you but you were already laying naked on the bed, so there was no need.

“Whatcha doing here so late Agent Peña?” you asked tiredly.

“Wanted to check on you. I heard what happened last night…” he walked over, sitting down on the bed, his warm hand coming down on your calf. You turned your head so you could look at him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. I just wanna sleep but I can’t make my brain shut up…” you sighed, closing your eyes. You felt the bed dip until strong arms pressed your naked body against his, his lips kissing your forehead.

“I wish I could make it all stop and get us the fuck out of here,” he whispered. You fisted his shirt, closing your eyes.

“We could just leave. Live a happy little life in some shitty apartment.”

“House. I’m never gonna live in an apartment ever again,” he said.

“A house and a garden. And a pool cause living in Texas is too fucking exhausting if I don’t get to skinny dip in the pool once in a while.”

“Texas, huh?”

“You wanna be close to your Pa, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I want to. And I can’t wait to skinny dip with you,” you felt him smile against your temple.

“You be able to sleep until I get home?” he asked. You sighed.

“I’ll try,” you promised, but Javi wasn’t having any of that.

“I know how to make sure you’ll sleep,” he kissed your hair, pushing you softly down so you were laying on your back. Fluttering your eyes open you were about to protest when his arms around you disappeared when you felt him part your legs.

“Javi…” you sighed, feeling him kiss up your inner thighs. He was completely dressed, you could even see his gun on his belt and it made you shiver.

“Gonna make you feel so good you gonna sleep like stone, baby…” he whispered against your skin, bringing your legs up over your shoulder.

“Do not tease me Javier…” you were already so wet, you were every time when you were around him, and all you wanted was him to make you forget even for a tiny moment about the fucking world around you.

“Don’t have enough time to tease you…” he murmured before you felt his tongue lick a stripe through your folds, stopping at your clit, his tongue flickering over it.

“Always so fucking wet and delicious. Wish I had time to fuck this pussy…”

“Soon…” you whimpered, your hand fisting the bedsheet while your other hand came down to massage your tits. He sucked on your clit, flicking it with his tongue He was so fucking good at this, no wonder he had a reputation. Slowly he licked down, his tongue dipping into your pussy. One of his arms came up, massaging your other tit as you felt two fingers of his other hand entering you, his mouth back on your clit.

“Fuck Javi…” you cried out, arching your back.

“You like that?” he whispered, his mustache intensifying the sensation as he licked your pussy.

“Just like that…” you whimpered, rolling your hips. He angled his fingers inside of you, finding your spot with ease and you moaned lowly, your body jerking of the bed and he chuckled.

“Love it when you do that…” he grinned, sucking harshly on your clit while he moved his fingers inside of you in a circular motion. He pinched your nipple and you were overcome with emotions, tears running down your face.

“Cum for me baby…” he whispered and you shattered. Soaking his face with your arousal, your body shaking as he held you against the bed, letting you ride out your wave. He made sure to clean you off, making you pull away from him until he kissed your pussy tenderly, untangling your legs from above his shoulders. You looked up at him, love-struck and tired, an exhausted smile on your face. He sucked on his fingers, groaning as if it was the most delicious thing he ever tasted before he rounded the bed and leaned down to kiss you, tucking you under the covers.

“I’ll be here when you wake up later. Gonna work with Steve upstairs today,” he whispered.

You nodded sleepily, smiling at him.

“I love you Javi,” you whispered before you finally fell asleep.

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing your forehead before he left you to sleep.

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