#Javi is a big softie

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Imagine when the dagger squad first initially met at the hard deck Jake's wife noticed Bob first and is like "your my son now" and she tells jake their gonna parents and jake is excited to be a dad and javy is excited to be an uncle and she just introduces Bob as her son and everyone is like ???????? And jake is like so your not pregnant.....guess I better change that.

And on trainings Bob tells on jake to Mrs. Seresin everytime Jake teases him and she's like dont be mean to our son now apologize to our son right now😤😠😠 and she threatens him with a month of no sex if he doesn't apologize to Bob

Lollll okay but, just remember, you asked for this 🤣🤣

Practice Baby

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Wife!Reader

Summary: Jake Seresin's wife plays a joke on her husband and it backfires.

CW: This is very tongue in cheek. Swearing, mentions of adoption, pregnancy, it gets a little weird.

"You’re so cute, I just want to adopt you," you coo, pinching Bob’s cheek affectionately.

Bob grins at you. "You can adopt me. I mean, I have parents, but you can still adopt me. I wouldn’t mind coming over for some home cooked meals now and then."

"Aww," you say. "Anytime, sweetie."

"Amazing. Can I invite some friends over?" He laughs.

You give him a pointed look. "Maybe when you’re finished your homework."

At that moment, your husband walks into the pub with his buddy. When they spot you at the bar, they start heading in your direction.

"Fuck," Bob mutters. "I forgot who my dad would be."

You giggle. "He might be a little rough around the edges, but he’s a big softie when you get to know him."

"Not really keen on getting to know him," Bob retorts just as Jake and Coyote arrive.

Jake slips a hand around your waist and lowers his head to bring his lips to your ear. "You have no business being so fucking hot, Mrs. Seresin," he murmurs with a smirk.

You glance up at him with a smile. "I have some news, babe," you say.

Bob makes a whining sound and Jake flinches. "Jesus, Bob, when did you get here?"

Bob grimaces. "Been here the whole time."

"Really?" Jake furrows his eyebrows at him suspiciously.

You roll your eyes. "How do you feel about being a dad?" you ask with a completely straight face.

Jake turns to look at you with a stunned expression. His eyes are so wide, they look comical. He takes your face in his hands and brings it right up to his own. "Baby," he whispers. "Are you pregnant?"

You bite your lip, realizing you might've taken the joke too far. You hadn't expected Jake to react like this, and now you feel kind of bad. Jake has always seemed very neutral toward the prospect of children. So, you didn't, even for a second, consider that he might be excited to be a father. "Uhh," you utter slowly.

"I'm going to be an uncle?" Coyote pipes in excitedly.

Your eyes slide to look over Jake's shoulder, but Jake brings his face even closer to yours to redirect your attention. You wince, reaching to your side to pick up Bob's hand. You wave it sheepishly while Jake takes a minor step back and glances between the two of you questioningly. "Meet our son," you say with a nervous laugh.

Jake watches you with an unimpressed expression. Coyote narrows his eyes, blinking profusely. He's still trying to wrap his head around the situation. "What?" he says in confusion.

"Okay," you say, dropping Bob's hand. "You guys killed the joke. Congratulations."

Jake's mouth curls slightly upward. "Joke's on you, because I'm gonna put a baby in you."

You raise your eyebrows at him.

"It's your own damn fault," he says. "You put the idea in my head."

"But, we have Bob." You gesture toward the man to your right who doesn't quite know how to respond.

Jake grins at you and then at Bob. "We'll get him an, 'I'm going to be a Big Brother' t-shirt."

...

A month later, you meet your husband and his squad at the Hard Deck. You walk right up to Jake and smack his shoulder.

"Ow!" Jake yells. "What was that for, woman?"

"You called our son a bonehead?!" you shout at the top of your lungs.

Jake looks around to see the other patrons watching you. "Not a real son," he clarifies for the spectators. He rises from his seat and mutters in a low tone, "You're making me look bad, honey."

You give him a flat look. "You are bad!"

"It's all in good fun, this is how they learn," Jake says. "I'm just teaching him to grow a backbone like any good father should. Next week, I'm planning on taking him to his first kegger."

"Be nice to our practice baby," you say.

Jake puts his arms around you and leans his head on yours. "You're so weird, sweetheart," he mutters into your temple. "I love it."

"I'm being serious," you say. "If I hear him complain one more time, there will no sex for a month."

Jake gives you a pointed look, trying to hold back a laugh. "We're just going to have to teach our little Bob to stop tattling now, won't we?"

"Bob's not the problem."

Jake nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "Sugar, let me get you a drink," he mutters, kissing your shoulder repeatedly while he runs his hands up and down your arms. "You seem a little on edge."

"Don't patronize me!"

Jake lifts his head and gives you a serious look. "Are you okay?"

You nod. "Just don't do it again," you say.

"I won't," he promises. "What are you drinking?"

You give him a sheepish look and purse your lips. "I'm not," you respond.

Jake stares at you in shock. "Are you fucking with me?"

You gulp awkwardly, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. You shake your head, sort of terrified to see how he will react after your tumultuous trial run with Bob.

Jake lets out a bewildered breath and then he pulls you in for a kiss, his arms winding around your back as he presses you into the table in behind.

"People are eating here," you hear Coyote complain.

Jake ignores him, continuing to kiss you feverishly. "I'm gonna be a dad," he mutters against your lips with a smile.

"I mean, you already are," you reason.

Jake chuckles, his hands caressing your waist. "Coyote!" he says, turning to look at him sternly.

Coyote looks up from his burger jadedly.

"I'm gonna need a car seat," Jake says proudly.

Coyote wrinkles his eyebrows. "For Bob?"

You snicker while Jake glances back at you with a thoughtful expression. "Car seats work for planes too, right?"

"Don't even think about it," you respond threateningly.

Jake grins. "You're right," he says. "You know, Mav and Rooster have this cute little motto. It goes: 'Don't think, just do.'"

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Dirty Laundry

Summary: After waking up on Sunday morning, you and Javi were supposed to start on your to-do list for the day. It doesn't take long for your to-do list to turn into different plans.

Word Count: 1.7K

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), established relationship, unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap), creampie, vaginal fingering, praise (Javi very much enjoys telling you what a good job you're doing), nicknames (Osita means Little Bear), Javi runs his hand through reader's hair, fluff fluff fluff because Javi is a big ole' softie UGH

This can be read as a stand alone or part of the Never Too Late Series!

A/N: This was inspired by me having no interest in doing my laundry or being a responsible adult who should actually go finish things on their own to-do list

“Good morning, Hermosa.” Javi whispered in your ear, wrapping his arm around you, pulling your back closer into his chest as he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“No. 5 more minutes.” You grumbled, burying your face deeper into your pillow, pulling the comforter over your head to shield yourself from the sunlight peeking through your curtains. 

“Well, good morning to you, too.” He chuckled quietly under his breath. “Last time I checked, Osita, you were the one who insisted that we had to get up early because we had things to do today. Let me go bring you coffee and then we can get up, okay?” His voice was soft and sweet as he ran his hand through the ends of your messy hair, trying to coax you out of bed. 

You groaned, remembering how adamant you were last night that you had neglected way too much on your to-do list this weekend, wanting to cross off the remaining items before the work week started. But with Javi pressed against you, wrapping his fingers through the ends of your hair, whispering to you with that sweet voice? Your to-do’s could wait just a little longer. 

“I don’t remember that at all, actually. I’m pretty sure what I really said was that I really need to spend all day in bed with you, and there’s actually nothing else I need to get done today besides that.” You sighed, slowly shifting your hips in the bed to press your ass into Javi’s crotch. You kept “adjusting” yourself, wiggling your bottom half as you could feel Javi, already half hard against the back of your thigh. You felt the arm already wrapped around you pull you tighter, his hand creeping down your body, fingers toying along the soft flesh between your underwear and the hem of his shirt that you had worn to bed the night before. 

“Really?” Javi’s voice rasped, nipping at your ear. “Last time I checked, I didn’t think that was on the to-do list, Hermosa.” At this point, you could feel how hard and heavy he was pressed against you, his fingers dancing along the waistband of your panties, slowly creeping underneath the fabric. He planted hot, wet kisses along your neck as you let out a soft moan, feeling the arousal build between your legs as your hips dug further into him. 

“Yeah,” You let out a soft laugh that slowly turned into a breathy moan, as Javi’s hand sunk further and further down your underwear, fingertips grazing against your entrance. “Really the only thing that needs to get done today, now that I think about it.” 

“I think I can help with that.” Before you could get out another word, Javi had dipped a finger inside you, making you gasp as it pushed into your heat. It wasn’t long before the first finger was joined by a second, the heel of his palm now rubbing against your clit. “Already so wet for me, pretty girl.” he cooed, curving his fingers ever so slightly to brush against the soft, spongy spot inside you that already had you squirming beneath his touch. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full his fingers felt inside you. You could feel his pace increase, the thrusts of his hand becoming faster as he hit deeper and deeper inside of you. His free hand had snaked underneath you, pushing under the hem of your shirt to palm at your breast, rolling your pebbled nipples between his fingertips. 

“Javiiiii, fuck, oh my god.” You whimpered, feeling how close you already were to coming undone. He picked up his speed once more, his palm firmly pressed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing deliciously against you with each push and pull of his fingers. You could feel your cunt beginning to clench around his digits, arousal pooling in your belly as you came closer and closer to your end. Javi knew you were close, and if there was one thing this man knew, it was how to make you absolutely fall apart underneath him. 

“I know you’re close, Hermosa. Come for me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” The way he whispered those sweet nothings into your ear was all you needed to come undone, pleasure flowing through your veins as your orgasm came crashing through you. You could feel how heavy your breath was as his fingers slowly pulsed in and out of you, bringing you down as you rode out your high. “There you go, sweet girl, always so good for me, taking me so well.” He mewled as he pulled himself out of you, making you gasp at the loss. 

“Javi, I need you inside me, please.” You begged, turning over to face him, reaching down to palm the outside of his boxers, tented from his bulge that you so desperately wanted inside you. 

“Oh yeah?” He rasped, shifting his weight on top of you as you helped him pull down his underwear, freeing his cock, already red and leaking with precum. “Was that on the to-do list too?” He teased, smiling as you rolled your eyes. 

“It is now.” You reached up to give him a playful nudge as you giggled. 

“I don’t know, Osita, sounded like you had a pretty full list today, not sure there’s more room on there for any more to-do’s.” He mocked, peppering your neck with kisses, the tickle of his mustache brushing against your skin and making you squirm underneath him. 

“Javi, stop! You know how much that tickles!” Your squeals and laughter only edged him on further, feverishly pecking kisses across your body as you wiggled frantically. “Will you please just put your dick in me, you menace?” 

“Wow, someone’s needy this morning.” He raised an eyebrow at you, his tone shifting, lustful and low as he reached down to stroke himself a few times before guiding himself against your heat, running his tip between your folds, your slick already dripping between your thighs. “Need me to put it in you baby, huh?” He asked, dragging himself painfully slowly against your heat, loving how worked up and desperate you were becoming beneath him. 

“Mhhmmmmm.” You nodded frantically, your brain at a loss for words with how badly you needed him to be inside you. 

“Use your words, sweet girl. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” He smirked, lining himself up with your entrance. 

“I want you inside me, Javi. Please baby, I need you.” You whined, needing him to do something, anything, to ease the ache between your legs. 

“There you go, baby. Always such a good girl, asking so nicely. I’ve got you.” Slowly, he pushed himself in, letting you adjust to his length, inch by inch before he bottomed out, flushing his hips with yours. You whimpered with relief, the sweet stretch of his cock splitting you open in the best way possible. After a few seconds, he began rocking his hips, easing in to you with short, shallow strokes before pulling out and pressing his full length inside. Gradually, he began to increase his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense, punching into the sweet spot that had you moaning his name, over and over again. 

He paused, reaching over to grab one of the pillows on the side of the bed, lifting up your hips as he slid it underneath you, angling you up towards him before grabbing your calf and resting it against his broad shoulder. “You comfortable, Hermosa?” No matter how rough he got with you in the bedroom, Javi was always gentle with you, wanting to make sure you were cared for over anything else. 

You nodded, opening your mouth to try to reply, but your words were quickly replaced by a heavy moan as Javi punched into you again, the new angle leaving you absolutely speechless. He reached his hand down to thumb at your clit, rubbing the calloused pad of his thumb back and forth, making that familiar feeling at the base of your spine start to tingle. His hips snapped into you, each thrust hitting better than the last, the sweet stretch of him feeling so much and so amazing all at once. 

“Javi, fuck, oh my God, fuck, you feel so good.” Your words fell fast and heavy between your breaths, the arousal in your belly starting to build more and more with every punch inside you. You could feel your pussy begin to flutter around him, feeling yourself getting closer to your end. “Baby, I’m so close, fuck, Javi.”

“I know, baby. Gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock before I fill you up? Come on, hermosa, give it to me. Come for me.” 

“Javi, Javi, fuck, I’m gon-ahhhhhhh” The sweet sound of his filthy words were all it took for you to lose it. You could feel how tight your cunt clenched around his cock as your orgasm shot through you, pleasure flowing through every inch of you, making your legs tremble as you came completely undone. 

“That’s it, sweet girl. Fuck, always so pretty when you come for me. Not gonna last much longer, Osita. So wet and tight for me, fuck.” He gritted through his teeth as his thrusts became quicker and sloppier, pounding into you with only a few more snaps of his hips before he followed your suit, reaching his own high. He pushed into you slow and deep, his seed spilling into you, coating your walls, milking himself of every last drop. He slumped into you, your breathing both heavy as your chests rose and fell in sync. 

He waited a few seconds before pulling out, the mixture of the both of you dripping down your thighs onto the bed sheets below you. He sat, the back of his thighs resting against his heels as he looked at you, blissed out and dripping as he laughed to himself. “Looks like we’re gonna have to change the sheets, Hermosa, fuck me.” 

You sat up, laughing along, before giving him a sly grin. “It’s okay, laundry was on the real to-do list for today anyways.”

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Construction Corner (AU Joel Miller x Female Reader)

Episode 1: The Gutierrez Family

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: AU where nothing bad happened in 2003. It is now 2007 and Joel is now the host of a popular home renovation show.

Word count: ~1.8k

Rating: Teen, but series will be Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Alternate Universe, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this!  If I’m going to do an AU, I’m going to go all the way.  I hope you enjoy it!  Reader is divorced and in her late 30s, but is otherwise a blank slate.  Big thank you to @wheresarizona for her help with this idea and for beta reading!

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The first day of shooting always feels a bit like the first day of school – all nervous energy and possibilities.  You loved school.  You also really love your job as the producer of “Construction Corner with Joel Miller.”

The show started out on the local Austin, TX PBS channel, KLRU, a few years ago, but quickly got picked up by HGTV, which meant bigger projects and more episodes.  Also, more work for you, but that was just fine.

There’s a bounce in your step and a latte in your hand as you walk onto the homeowners’ property for the first episode.  Production always breaks over the hottest summer months, but now it’s October, and while the air is still warm, at least it’s not stifling.

You’ve spent the last few months interviewing potential homeowners, coordinating materials for their projects, and setting the filming schedule.  The prep is finished.  Now it’s time to put it all together.

This week’s episode is shooting in San Antonio.  You opted to commute since the drive isn’t too far from your home in Austin, but it did mean an early morning, thus the latte.

You make your way over to the homeowners who have just finished in the hair and make-up trailer.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gutierrez!  How nice to see you again!” you greet them with a warm smile and a handshake.

“Please, call us Javi and Gabriela,” Mr. Gutierrez, Javi rather, corrects you in his melodic accent, placing his arm around his very pregnant wife.

“Of course, Javi.  Are you ready for today?”  The homeowners are often nervous at the thought of revealing their DIY disasters to stern-faced Joel, so you like to check in.

“We are so excited!” Javi bounces on the balls of his feet, brown eyes sparkling.

“We definitely are,” Gabriela continues, looking fondly at her excitable husband.  “This is happening just in time.  Our baby girl is due next month.”

“How wonderful!  I’m so glad we can help you before the baby arrives.”  You walk with them back towards their house.  “I just wanted to remind you of a few things before filming starts today.  You will be meeting Joel in a few minutes, but will have to pretend you are meeting him for the first time at your front door for the cameras.  You’ll take him inside and show him the project.  I’ll be honest with you… he is going to sigh a lot.  Don’t take it personally.  It may feel like he’s disappointed in you, but he’s not.  He wants to help.”

Javi and Gabriella nod seriously as they take in the information.  It’s a vulnerable thing showing an expert like Joel the mess you’ve made of your house.  But anyone who had watched the show knew that Joel was actually a big softy and was genuinely happy to teach homeowners the right way to do things, and proud of them when they learned.

As if on cue, Joel emerges from his trailer.  He is wearing a dark green t-shirt that pulls tight across his broad chest and shoulders, the sleeves hugging his muscular arms.  His worn leather toolbelt is slung low across his hips over dark-wash jeans.  Sturdy leather boots complete the look.

With each passing year, his wavy hair features more gray at the temples and in his scruffy beard.  He was concerned about the grays when they started coming in and even considered dying his hair, but you and the show’s director had convinced him that they only added to his gruff charm.  Salt and pepper suits him perfectly.

He makes his way over to you and the Gutierrezes in long, sure strides.

“Good morning, Joel.  I’d like you to meet Javi and Gabriela.”  You introduce the couple.

“Good mornin’,” Joel greets them with a kind smile, “I’m lookin’ forward to workin’ with you the next few days.”  He shakes their hands firmly and you watch as they beam at him.  It’s clear that Javi in particular is already under his spell.

“I’ll leave you to get acquainted.”  You back away from the group and make your way to the construction crew to confirm that they have all the supplies they need.

Filming begins shortly with Javi and Gabriela meeting Joel at the front door just as you had explained to them.  You watch on a monitor as they show Joel their DIY disaster.  He drags his hand down his face and sighs as he takes in the sight in front of him.

Javi had attempted to resurface his fireplace and build shelves on either side.  The faux stone he tried to affix to the fireplace was now falling off in places, leaving behind splodges of adhesive.  The shelves on either side of the fireplace droop and sag and behind them, wires stick through ragged holes in the wall.

Poor Javi grimaces as Joel takes it all in.

“We have our work cut out for us, but we’re gonna get it done.” Joel pronounces as he places a firm hand on Javi’s shoulder.  Javi positively swoons.

For the next few hours, the crew, Joel, and Javi, demo the area.  The camera operators are sure to get close up shots of Joel’s arms as he pulls down the sagging shelves and his backside as he bends down to pull off the faux stone.  It’s not their first rodeo.  Joel shakes his head good-naturedly when they ask him to bend down once more to get the perfect shot.  If it gets people interested in learning proper building techniques, then he is willing to provide a little eye-candy even if he doesn’t really believe he’s that exciting to look at.

By late afternoon, the room is clear and Joel sits down with Javi and Gabriela to show them his design plan.

“What we’re gonna do is build a new fireplace surround to go over y’all’s existin’ one.  We’ll tile the hearth and around the fireplace openin’ with these tiles here.” He shows them the samples.  “On either side, we’ll build shelves.  We’re gonna put cabinet doors on the bottom where we’ll put your electronics.  What you won’t see are the hidden channels for all your cables to run from your TV over the fireplace down into the cabinet, where we will have it wired for power and cable.  The doors will keep all your electronics out of sight and safe from your little one.”

Javi and Gabriela nod enthusiastically and smile.  Gabriela pats her round belly fondly.

Once the crew is satisfied that they got all their shots, production breaks for the day.  You do a final round of check-ins with all the departments and head to your car as the sun begins to set.  You buckle your seatbelt with a contented sigh and make your way home.

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The midday sun beats down on you as you look around for a spot of shade to eat your lunch.  It’s the fourth day of filming and after lunch will be the finished project reveal.

Everything has gone smoothly and you’re sure it’s going to make a great episode.  Every time Joel pats Javi on the shoulder and tells him that he did a good job, Javi beams at him with glistening eyes.

You see Joel sitting under a tree, squinting at his phone, and make your way over to him.  “Can I join you?”

“Sure,” he answers, still looking at his phone.

“Everything ok?”

He sighs.  “Sarah texted me.  She says it’s faster.  It’s not.”

You chuckle as he slowly presses the numbers on his keypad.

“How is she liking college?”

Joel finishes sending his message and sets his phone down on the grass beside him.  “She loves it.  I just don’t know why I let her go so far away.”

“Because you’re a good dad.  You’re encouraging her to follow her dreams.”

“Why’d they have to be in Virginia, though?”

You chuckle and pat him on his jean-clad knee.  “I’m sure she misses you too.  Does she call you?”

“Yeah, we talk every couple days, and then the damned texting in between,” he finishes with a grumble.

“You’ll get faster at it.  You could get one of those new iPhones everyone is talking about.”

Joel gives you a withering look and you laugh.

“She’s happy, though? Making new friends?” you ask, hopefully.

“It’s all she talks about.  Her friends, her roommate, her classes.  Can’t keep it all straight.”

“That’s great.  How are you doing?”

Joel takes a bite of his sandwich and tips his head from side to side as he considers.  “I’m ok.  The house sure feels empty, though.”

“I know what you mean.”

He looks at you questioningly.

“Oh, didn’t you hear?  I got divorced.”  You wiggle your bare left-hand fingers at him.  He stares at you for a long moment, then finally blinks and clears his throat.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.  You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m great, actually.  It was a long time coming.”  You take a bite of your lunch before continuing.  Joel doesn’t rush you.  “We were so young when we got together, and we grew apart.  It happens.  It’s nobody’s fault.”  You shrug and look over at Joel.  He nods and holds your gaze for a long moment before returning to his lunch.

You eat in companionable silence until the director calls you all back to set.  Joel gets to his feet and offers you a hand up.  His warm, dry palm engulfs yours as he pulls you up.

“Thanks, and thanks for lunch.  It was good catching up.” You smile at him.

“Yeah,” he pulls at the back of his neck and looks away, then back at you.

“Well, I’ll see you around.”  You squeeze his shoulder and walk away.  When you reach the production trailer, you turn back and find him still standing by the tree looking at you.  You smile and wave and he jolts, then turns and walks quickly away.  Strange.

You get yourself set up with a headset and monitor as the film crew takes their places inside with Joel, Javi, and Gabriela.

Watching the reveal is your favorite part.  The homeowners have been kept away while the final touches were completed.  The joy on their faces at seeing their new space warms your heart, but the best part is the pride in their eyes at having helped Joel accomplish it.

Next week will be new homeowners and a new project, but that same sense of pride and accomplishment.  Yeah, you love your job.

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#construction corner #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters

[pedros-husband]

you get sick

pedro pascal characters x male reader

characters included: javier pena, joel miller, javi gutierrez, marcus moreno, agent whiskey, silva, oberyn martell, dieter bravo

javier pena: he's always constantly worrying about you due to the nature of his job and the danger both of you are in every day because of it, so when you get sick his anxiety is absolutely sky high. He calls in sick to take care of you and won't take his eyes off you for even a moment unless hes fetching food or medicine. if you try to talk about how he's worried about you and how endearing you find it, he'll brush you off and say he's just annoyed that he has to take care of you, but there will be a slight heat to his cheeks (it's totally the Colombian heat he'd tell you). He'd mutter spanish curses under his breath the whole time, grumbling about how annoyed he was that he had to be stuck at home taking care of you, or how stupid you were to go and get sick.

He's not stupid so he'll reduce affection to light touches and holding hands, so he doesn't get sick either, no matter how much you beg for a kiss or to cuddle. if you're persistent enough however, he may get in the bed facing away from you so you can cuddle him. he'd get annoyed if you get all your 'sickness' over his shirt but he won't move until he knows for definate that you're asleep, before getting out and placing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. he doesn't mind taking care of you that much really.

joel miller: pre breakout- he’s dealt with Sarah being sick but beyond that he’s not all that experienced, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try his best. If he can he’ll get a day or two off work (not guaranteed) and he’ll care for you with gentle words and cold compresses to your sweaty forehead. Or he’ll run to the neighbours and beg for some chicken soup for you. He’d refuse to kiss you on the lips but he’d be big spoon and cuddle you until you felt better.

He’d reassure you that your not a burden a lot and remind you how much he loves you with little:

“My handsome man”

“I love taking care of you sweetheart, makes me feel all important y’know”

He’s just a big softie inside really 🥰

Javi Gutierrez: he’s so sweet and caring, he hates seeing you sick so he’d take time away from whatever work he had to stay by your bedside, getting the most expensive medicine he could find only for you to ask him for some warm soup or cuddles. He of course doesn’t care if he gets sick so he’s give you so many sweet and tender kisses, making sure you know how much he loves you. He’d even let you choose a movie other than a nick cage movie if you were reallyyyy sick.

Marcus Moreno: he’d give you his mothers best soup to make you feel better and he’d ask to work at home for a while whislt he takes care of you, sitting on the bed with your head resting in his lap as he works on his computer, staring glances down to see your sick and puffy face sleeping peacefully in his lap cuddled up under blankets. He’d smile and occasionally run his fingers through your hair or traces shapes onto your soft skin, happy tears pricking in his eyes. He’d get missy to write you a get well soon card too.

Agent whiskey: due to his past with his ex he’s so much more concerned if you’re ever sick or hurt in anyway so he’d refuse to go out on missions until he knows for a fact your fit and healthy, constantly by your side biting his lips till their bloody and cracked, nails bitten down so much blood seeps onto his hands and he constantly has to wash them. He’d go crazy over medicine and food so much he often ends up stressed and overworked so much he gets sick too, ending up with you two looking after eachother, your thumbs rubbing over the soft skin of his knuckles to soothe him and whisper sweet words into his ears like:

“I’m okay mi amor, rest your pretty head”

“We’re a couple of sick love struck idiots hm?”

And he’d whisper things like:

“My man is so handsome even when he’s sick huh? That’s not fair”

“You gotta get better soon or I might just go crazy with worry mi Vida. And that wouldn’t be very fun for you now will it?”

Silva: he’d be a lot more quiet with his approach, choosing to simply sit with you, a cold rag dabbed across your sweaty skin and his fingers interlocking with yours. He’d read a book in the rocking chair husky he observed you sleep to make sure you’re okay and he’d take nice cold baths with you propped against his chest, his fingers tracing shapes onto you chest as he mumbles Spanish into your ear.

Oberyn martell: he’s a busy man- being prince of dorne but he’d send for his servants and the best doctors in the land to look after you, settling for comforting you at night. He’d climb into bed with a simple robe on only covering his lower half, one arm hanging over your side and a leg tangled with yours- not too much contact to overheat you in your sick state- but enough that you’re both satisfied. He’d be worried about you and constantly ask his servants updates on you through the day/s and visit you if it got really bad- sitting by your beside holding your hand with tears threading to spill though he’d never admit it if he did cry, chalking it up to you being sick and delusional. Or that it was a dream.

Dieter bravo: he’s been sick so many times from drugs and alcohol that it’s pretty normal for him and he knows how to deal with it like it’s nothing. Of course with you it’s different and he’d treat you liek a prince- knowing the pain you’re probably in. He’d give you the best medicine he knows and even some of his reserved stuff for extremely dark days if he felt needed, and he’d lay with you until it was all better.

sorry I was gone so long everyone- something happens in my life and I took some time off for myself. I am planning on releasing something soon but I just wanted to get something out there for now :)

#male reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #gay #joel tlou #agent whiskey #jack daniels #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #male x male #joel miller x male reader #prince oberyn #oberyn nymeros martell #javier pena narcos #javier pena smut #javier pena x male reader #silva strange way of life #silva x male reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x male reader #oneshots #scenarios

[lovemadethemdoit]

Hey there! 😉

For your one-word prompt:

Softie

(That story is so good btw!!!)

Years post-Won't somebody.

Jake scoffs. "I'm not."

Natasha raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow, tilting her head with glee. "You very much are, Seresin. We had you figured out long ago."

"That's basically heresy, Phoenix. We all know I don't have those pesky, squishy feelings."

Natasha laughs. "Tell that to your niece and her big brown eyes. She's got you wrapped around her tiny little fingers."

Jake glares at her. As always, Natasha just holds his gaze until he gives in. He looks down at his glittery pink nails. "Ok, fine. Fine! Maybe I am a softie, Phoenix. Sue me!" He shakes his head, looking around the door jamb at Javy's mini-me who is waiting for him to join her at her tea party, already pouring imaginary liquid into a tiny little tea cup. Her plush tiger is eyeing him with a judgy sneer. He sighs. "She got that from Maria. I am incapable of saying no to a Machado lady."

Phoenix cups his biceps in her hand and squeezes. "I won't tell your secret, Bagman."

Jake meets her eyes. "I know."

Phoenix winks and with a playful shove pushes him over the threshold into Lizzy's bedroom. She laughs as she makes her way downstairs, returning to the party the adults are having downstairs. Jake is not jealous at all. He can stare at his fiancé all day every day if he wants to. Just because Rooster is wearing the black button-down Jake got him for his birthday and looks absolutely delectable doesn't mean he won't give his favorite -and so far only- niece the best tea party hosting experience she's ever had. What little Lizzy Machado wants, she gets. Her uncle will see to that.

"Uncle Jaaaake," Lizzy sighs, patience not a trait she inherited from her dad.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He plops down on a tiny chair at the tiny table, his knees halfway to his ears. "Now you better have left me some cake, Miss Elizabeth. I'm not sharing with Mr. Tiger again!"

Lizzy giggles. "There's no cake, silly!"

"There's not? I thought this was a proper tea party?" He takes the pink plastic crown Lizzy hands him unasked and puts it on his head.

He watches her pull something out from beneath the table and the next moment she brandishes a silvery sleeve of Oreos at him. "There's these!" she says proudly.

Jake bites down on a laugh and squints down at her. "Did you sneak those from Mommy's sweets reserve again, little lady? You know she gets cravings."

"Nooooo. Uncle Bradley gave them to me."

"Oh, he did. Did he?"

"Uh huh. Now sh!" She shushes him with a finger to her mouth. She can be glad she's cute. "Mr. Tiger wants to tell his story!"

"Oh, alright. What shenanigans has Mr. Tiger gotten into this time?"

"Mr. Tiger and Mr. Bear are engaged!"

"They are?"

"Yes. Mr. Bear proposed and Mr. Tiger said yes."

"That's lovely. They do make a stunning couple."

Lizzy nods enthusiastically. "Mr. Tiger and Mr. Bear say they want to marry on June 17th."

"Is that right."

"Uh huh."

"That happens to be the date Uncle Jake and Uncle Bradley are getting married, too. What a coincidence!"

"I know!"

Jake holds out his little tea cup for her to pour air into.

"Mr. Bear says I can be flower girl at their wedding."

Jake bites down on a grin. "Aw. That's too bad, Liz. Uncle Bradley and I wanted to ask you to be our flower girl." He makes a show of pouting. "Maybe we can ask your brother to take on these important duties?"

Lizzy looks up, eyes wide. "I can be flower girl at both weddings!" she hurries to say.

"Yeah?"

She stands up and comes around the table, nodding her head. Jake receives her into the cuddle she's no doubt aiming for.

"Oh. Phew!" Jake wipes invisible sweat off his forehead. "That's great, Lizzy. You can be flower girl at Mr. Tiger and Mr. Bear's wedding and then at ours."

"I want a pretty dress! Like Mommy!"

"The prettiest dress."

"Pinky promise?" she holds out her little finger and Jake can't refuse a Machado woman's big brown eyes if he tried to, so he hooks his little finger around hers. "Pinky promise."

#hangster #sereshaw #writing #won't somebody verse #JAKE AND HIS NIECE #dream team!! #redfurrycat

[withahappyrefrain]

No cause maybe like a new bartender at the hard deck, or a new intern or something.Your like in your 20s or so kinda new in town, new on base ..the squad IMMEDIATELY adopting you, Phoenix is immediately “that’s it ur my daughter I’m your mom now” (as much as she doesn’t want to show it she’s a softie) Rooster lets it show that he’s a softie and is immediately “ur my daughter now, I’m ur dad, you’re small and young and mine now” Bob is always making sure your ok and hanging out and taking care of you, Fanboy is always trying to make you laugh, “what are you a drug dealer now?” When you’re taking vitamins or something. Jake would be a bit more hesitant cause he knows he’s out of his wheelhouse, he’s not super paternal, isn’t great with emotions, has a sense of humor that can piss people off..but he eventually figures it out..just dagger squad becoming parents on accident 😂🥰❤️

I'm technically in my 30s and I'd love this. Javy gives off very "big brother" energy like he teased you but would protect you IN AN INSTANT. I see Jake leaning into that too eventually. It definitely takes him a second, I imagine he's on the younger side in his family so he's more used to being taken care of. But once he gets it, he gets it!

If Bradley's the dad, Reuben's the grandpa lol. I always picture him as being married with kids so I can see him being kinda chill? Like Bradley is freaking out, asking what you were thinking and Reuben's like "she's fine like she didn't die?"

Maverick is just wondering how he became a great grandfather at the age of 55.

#ask #top gun maverick #this was very cute!

[the-ace-with-spades]

(sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot fic background bits (heavier on hangster this time), because I wanna write it, I'm having feelings about it, but it isn't coming along

Also, it recently passed 200 bookmarks and my little trans gay heart is so happy 🥹

---- When Jake and Bradley had met for the first time (back when Bradley was pre-transition), they were the opposite of each other's types. They haven't grown into the people they are as the fic begins, personality and body-wise, either, being like 23-24 — Jake was lean but scrawny, had about half of his today's confidence and sass and Bradley was still reeling with compacted anger/sadness and fake-it-till-you-make-it attitude that carried him through college and the basketball scholarship.

---- Bradley up until that point dated only girls and although he was kinda attracted to guys, he identified as a lesbian, and gave Jake a chance on a whim — mostly he thought Jake was a big dork and wasn't making him feel less like a lot of guys did. He felt like Jake didn't categorize him by 'female' standards much and that helped enormously too. Nat might or not have taken pity on Jake and talked to Bradley to emphasize that Jake is just a big dork that grows on you...

---- Jake'd only dated the next-door neighbor type of girls, very feminine and although on the playful side, always softer and more shy girls, usually curvy and tiny in comparison to him. He always imagined himself as a more stereotypical husband, with a housewife and kids waiting at home for him (very similar to the way his own parents were — his ma helped around on the farm, but she was primarily responsible for raising children until they grew enough, and his dad although present, would follow her lead when it comes to childrearing). But there was just something about Bradley, in all the two inches taller, semi-professional basketball player body and the cheeky quips glory and the way he felt challenged whenever they spoke, the way he wanted the attention to never end. Obviously, he found out pretty soon that Bradley was a dork and a softie and just felt even more endeared.

---- The above is also something that causes some problems down the lane — Jake always thought they were each other's 'special ones', that despite being totally different from what either of them would imagine in a partner, somehow they ended just being perfect for each other. He has this whole thing in his head where they're each other's 'exception to the rule' and obviously Bradley still is his exception (because he's a guy and Jake's never been with a guy) but now he isn't Bradley's. It's hard for him to communicate this properly and since Bradley is also very in his mind about Jake wanting him despite being a guy, it causes problems.

---- Their first date (which I'll write eventually) was a stroll at the farmer's market and eating freshly made with produce they bought there breakfast in the bed of Jake's truck. It kinda won both of them on each other and they were goners since.

---- They both dated in the five years of being broken-up. Bradley dated both guys and girls, with various results (some of his dates were trans guy chasers, some were just not clicking) and Jake dated a couple of girls of his previous type (mostly matchmade by his ma...) and a couple more tomboy-ish, sporty girls (mostly on Javy's desperate attempts to get him to move on), but it had never felt the same for either of them.

---- I do also want to emphasize that Bradley's mental state when he and Jake broke up was poor, but not in a very visible way. He's really good at compartmentalizing and since the whole Mav fiasco, also hyper-independent, and given his then-current life, he really didn't see any options that would keep everyone happy — in his mind, he didn't really have a choice but to leave and try to live as a woman once again, but with a clean slate (for both him and Jake) and no expectations but those that the Navy set for him. For him, in the military, it was really easy to lose identity (and also gender as part of identity) — he was an officer, naval aviator, sailor first, woman second, and it was the last line of comfort he had.

---- Jake kinda had a feeling something was off since he proposed and got rejected, but he didn't know how to address it because it wasn't very precise and almost felt as if he was making it up from his own insecurities (because his proposal, which he thought was just a formality, got rejected and now he felt confused and unsettled about how well they really knew each other, even if he didn't doubt they loved each other). Only when Bradley told him they needed to break up and that he was leaving for the Virginia base in half an hour, packed to go, never even having mentioned planning a transfer in the past months, he realized how bad it actually had been.

---- Jake did realize back then that Bradley (still pre-transition) had a lot of insecurities regarding his perception and body, he just kinda misunderstood the assignment and thought it came from the opposite reasons than in reality — that pre-transition Bradley was the most comfortable in the tomboy-ish, cocky image but didn't feel beautiful in typical 'female' standards and such, rather that he, you know, didn't want to feel pretty by 'female' standards at all. The only thing that helped Bradley feel good about

---- Like in most of my fics, I think Mav and Bradley can cook pretty well, mostly due to the headcanoned nature of their upbringings. Mav (who is part Italian in my mind, always), had often helped his mamma cook and then when she passed away, would often be responsible for meal preps as one of the oldest kids in his group homes. He's also used cooking as a way of taking care of the people he loves - Goose would've starved to death if Mav hadn't cooked for the both of them the first year they'd known each other, Carole has a similar upbringing as Mav but doesn't like cooking much, Ice can kinda cook (he can do anything if he tries hard enough) but doesn't like it. And Bradley would often help with cooking as a kid and then had to learn fast when he went to college and didn't have the money or means to not cook. He's also learned to use it as a form of love from Mav, with time.

---- I also think that a major thing about is how being someone's support can set both Mav and Bradley into override mode against all their fears and insecurities. I think Mav overcame a lot of his doubts when he had to take care of Bradley (the idea that he's not made for family, the idea he can only ruin relationships and cause harm to his loved ones, the idea he can be loved unconditionally with reciprocation, etc.) There was a deleted scene (that maybe will come back, I feel a bit weird about it b/c it's really cliche) where Bradley is pretty early in the transition process and where for the first time, he's not afraid to be clocked as trans by a stranger, and this all happens when he's helping another trans person in an icky situation during one of the trans support group meetings.

---- Bradley doesn't come out to anyone in their family — every single time someone found he's transitioning/transitioned, it was from Ice. This is how he preferred it, it started with Slider and Ice's sister (which is also another deleted scene I might post here at some point), and then to take some of the emotional stress, Mav and Ice agreed they could do the initial explanations/coming outs for him. Thing is, Mav always doesn't know how to begin and how to explain stuff without overexplaining it, so it's usually Ice who would actually do the talking with Mav there as support in case something goes wrong (it has not gone horrible even once — with various degrees of explanations and time to process, everyone in their family came around to accept Bradley as a man)

---- the title of this fic, (sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot, comes from the Comsat Angels' song, Monkey Pilot, and had been chosen mostly because it resonates with my trans experience (and Bradley's) and how it feels to be in the denial, 'if I don't think about it doesn't exist' stage of being trans, when you're so transfixed and not in control of your own life that it all feels like you're just going through the motion and don't know what you're doing, don't care what you're doing as long as you're still in motion (or in the air, in Bradley's case). It's the feeling of doing things out of habit and because that's what is expected of you while realizing sullen it makes you and how there's only a few things that make it better (again, mostly flying in Bradley's case). Also, it's aviation-themed and inspired by J.G. Ballard's short stories, so it seemed fitting to me.

#hangster #trans bradley rooster bradshaw #(sif) lamp tag #this fic needs some banner or something #mavdad #charlie writes #op #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin

[sailor-aviator]

Just woke up from a dream that Javy made Guppy walk the plank for disrespecting him and Jake only got there just in time to save her!!

Brb Crying actual tears because it’s three in the morning and the thought of you guys actually having dreams about my stories (especially ones I haven’t updated in a hot minute) fills me with so many emotions?????????????? I can’t.

But rest assured, Javy would never!!! He’s secretly a big ole softy 💛

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #I’m literally crying rn #I need to go to bed

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Soup for Breakfast

Summary: Javi comes home to find that you caught the flu from your class at school, and wants to help you feel better.

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: FLUFF. This is literally just pure fluff, as Javier Peña lives in my mind rent free as the biggest softie alive. Mentions of food/eating, mentions of death (but in a really wholesome way), reader being sick

Paring: Javier Peña x f!reader (no use of Y/N, reader is an elementary school teacher)

This can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!

A/N: I wrote this when I had COVID because I am convinced that if you told Javi that you were sick, he would literally go to the ends of the earth to help you feel better.

“Hey hermosa, I’m home.” Javi set his keys down on the entryway table and shed his dark gray suit jacket, flopping it over the edge of the kitchen counter. 

Silence. 

“Hermosa?” He questioned again, concern beginning to creep in his voice. 

Since you had started the school year, Javi came home every day looking forward to the image of you sitting at the kitchen table, projects and papers from your 3rd grade class spread across the oak surface. You’d smile and give him a big kiss, ready to share whatever crazy antics your class was up to that day. But when he stepped through the doorway, he noticed the usual construction paper, notebooks and crayons, but the seat where you always were was empty. 

“Hey baby, it’s me!” He tried one more time, hoping that you were in a room further down the hall and hadn’t heard him. No response. The silence sent Javi into fight or flight, now picking up his speed as he looked into other rooms to find them all empty. He paced back to the living room, trying to keep his composure, his past experience with missing persons not boding well for his current state. Taking a few more deep breaths before doing anything irrational, Javi went to sit down on the couch, until he heard a small grunt underneath him. 

“Please don’t sit on me.” You grumbled, nestled under a large pile of blankets.

“Hermosa, Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me.” Javi shot up, breathing heavily, placing his hand on his chest. You rolled over, shifting around in your blanket heap, head peeking out to look at Javi. “Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Panic still lingering in his words, now realizing you were laying in a near lifeless heap on the couch. 

“No, I feel great. Isn’t this what everyone does when they feel good? Roll themselves into a giant blanket pile?” Your remark oozing with sarcasm and a hoarseness in your voice. “The flu has been going around my classroom and I think I got it.” You groaned, your body aching as you shifted yourself further out of your fabric cocoon. “You’d think by this point I’d have the immune system of a steel truck, but these kids are just never ending germ factories.” 

Javi quietly chuckled to himself as he knelt next to you, sweeping your hair out of your face and kissing your forehead. As he got closer, he could feel the heat radiating off you, your breaths heavy and labored as you fought to keep your eyelids open. He grazed the back of his large hand against your hairline, his deep brown puppy dog eyes growing more and more concerned.

 “Cariño, you look awful.” 

“Way to make a girl feel good.” 

“No, baby, that’s not what I meant, I-” he tried to quickly rebuttal. 

“Javi, I’m just joking. I know I look like a Gremlin someone just pulled out of a garbage can.” You both quietly laughed before you let out a deep cough, only adding to the effect of your disheveled state. “I started feeling gross this afternoon while the kids were at Art and Gym, so I already made sub plans for the rest of the week, just in case.” 

Javi leaned back down to kiss your head once again, knowing you really must have felt awful if you were willing to admit the fact you couldn’t fight your way through your sickness so you didn’t need to find a substitute teacher for your class. “Okay, hermosa. I think that’s a good idea.” He sat up to peek his head over the couch, starting at your kitchen. “Give me one second, okay?” 

You nodded, already back to being half asleep. Javi began rummaging through the fridge and cabinets, looking for any food that you would 1- eat, and 2- help you feel better. Grimacing at the low stock of items, he began frantically scribbling down a grocery list full of supplies. 

“Hey baby?” Javi had made his way back to the couch, squatting down next to you as he handed you a glass of water. 

“Mhmmmmhh?” You moaned, outstretching an almost limp arm to take the glass, sitting up as you took a few sips. 

“I’m gonna go to the grocery store to get some things. I promise I’ll be right back. Are you gonna be okay while I’m gone?” 

“Well I wasn’t planning on going very far anytime soon, I think I’ll be alright.” You half smiled at him, handing him back the now empty glass. 

“Okay. I love you.” He kissed you on the top of your head, his nose nestled in your hair before he pulled away, frantically gathering his keys and shutting the door behind him. 

“Love you too.” You mumbled, half coherent as you burrowed back down into your blankets. 

When Javi got to the store, he was a man on a mission. You would have thought someone had told him Pablo Escobar was inside at the rate he was moving through the aisles. Completely disregarding the list he had thrown together at the house, Javi had a shopping cart of supplies full enough to tend to the entirety of your 3rd grade class. The thought of seeing you sick and in pain absolutely wrecked him, wanting to do anything he could to help you feel better. He was so desperate, in fact, at one point while in the pharmacy section, he had thrown in a box of bandaids, just in case. 

When he returned back to the house, he was relieved to find you at least sitting in a semi-upright position watching TV, laughing to yourself at the ridiculous amount of groceries he had just set down on the kitchen counter. 

“I didn’t know we were planning on running a hospital out of our home.” You giggled as Javi unbagged the items. 

“I just wanted to make sure you had whatever you needed. I may have gone a little overboard.” He replied sheepishly as he continued to unpack a bag full of snacks. 

“It’s okay, it’s sweet. Thanks Dr. Peña.” 

“Of course.” He finished putting everything in its place before coming back over to you. “Here, drink this.” He passed another cup over to you. 

“Wow, you even got me the red Gatorade? You hate the red kind! You really do love me.” A soft smile crept across your face as you took a small sip. 

“Well I’m not the one who looks like they’re on their deathbed, Hermosa.” It took every ounce of strength in you to give him a playful shove. “I’m gonna make you some soup, okay?” 

“You didn’t need to go all the way to the store for soup, we have soup here.” You rolled your eyes, knowing how much it physically pained Javi to watch you eat Campbell's canned soup after having a taste of one of his mom’s recipes not too long ago. 

“I can already hear mi mamá yelling at me from the grave if I let you eat that shit, especially when you’re sick. I’m making you Caldo de Pollo so she doesn’t come back to haunt me. Had it every time I was sick. Swear it makes you feel better.” Your  heart was warming at the idea of Javi making one of his late mother’s recipes, thankful that Javi’s dad had given you some of them from her cookbook. 

“Thank you, Javi. You’re the best. I’d kiss your sweet face but I’m guessing you don’t want my germs.” 

“A quick one won’t hurt anyone, doctor’s orders.” He winked before planting a soft peck on your lips. 

As he got up, he went over to your entertainment center under the TV, pulling out 2 different VHS tapes. “Which one?” 

“You can’t pit two Harrison Ford classics against each other! Hmmmm, I do love Indiana Jones, but I think Star Wars is gonna have to be the winner today. 

“I had a feeling.” He smiled as he popped in the tape, the theme music blasting as he got to work in the kitchen. 

Javi had to admit, he wasn’t a terrible chef. It wasn’t until he met you that he actually felt a need to cook. In Colombia, he was either eating out or stealing whatever leftovers Steve and Connie had, and once he came home, his dad cooked, insisting he wanted to keep his wife’s habit alive and well, even after she was gone. After Javi had chopped up all of the vegetables, he tossed them into the pot to let them simmer with the already bubbling chicken and rice. Once the soup was done, he filled a bowl practically to the brim, bringing it over to you, only to be greeted by the sweet sounds of your soft snores, muffled under the blanket draped across your face. He laughed quietly to himself before putting your soup on the end table of the couch and shuffling himself underneath your blanket mountain so your head rested against his thigh as a pillow. He stroked the ends of your hair between his fingers in one hand, the other, rubbing up and down your back in soft, gentle circles. 

He let the end credits of the movie roll before turning off the TV and carefully unwrapping you from your blankets, scooping you up to carry you back to bed. As he laid you down, gently tucking you in under the covers, he heard you mumble something. 

“What was that, Hermosa?” Javi’s voice just above a whisper.

“I never ate your soup.” You muttered, eyes still closed, words barely coherent. 

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep, baby. You need to rest.” He sat on the edge of your bed next to you, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“Can I have it for breakfast tomorrow?” You grumbled, as you turned over on your pillow. 

Javi laughed to himself. “Of course hermosa. Nos vamos por la mañana con tu sopa. Espero que te sientas mejor pronto. Te amo con todo mí corazon, Osita.” (I’ll see you in the morning with your soup. I hope you feel better soon. I love you with my whole heart, little bear.) 

If you would have asked Javier Peña all those years ago if he would have ever made someone soup for breakfast, he would have laughed in your face. But now? Now, he would make a million bowls of soup for breakfast, if it meant he got to spend it with you. 

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[littlepadika]

javi g is the ultimate papi 🥹🥹 imagine how many stuffies he would buy u

YES YES YES a new one every day if you ask for it! He loves them too bc he's a big softie too. He gets squishmallow to custom make one that looks like him and one that looks like you hehe.

"I want my Javis" you make grabby hands.

"oh this?" he hands you the stuffie.

"i wan papi javi, too."

"mmm... princesa." he flops on top of you.

"papi you're squishing me!" You giggle. You love being surrounded by the soft stuffies and your soft papi!

🥺 i want him 😿

#daddy!javi g #anon #ask padika

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

I would loooove to know how either Javi P or Agent Whiskey are at Shivs salon??

I bet Jack is a real flirt, making jokes and innuendos about all sorts. Javi is probably a bit of a grump, he’s back home after his stint in the DEA, but by the end of the appointment he’s a real softy 🥹

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for this ask with my two favourite agents ❤️ The drabbles have been posted, linking them here for Javier and here for Jack.

I totally agree, Javier is actually a big softie inside and would warm up to Shiv eventually, but it would probably take a few more appointments. He'll always have that grumpy edge to him and pretend that he hates it when Shiv chats to him, but he finds himself *begrudgingly* participating as time goes on.

As for Jack, of course he's an outrageous flirt at the salon! He loves the attention but it's not all for show, he genuinely loves going to Shiv's and checking in with everyone there.

I've had the best time writing for these two boys, thank you for sending in your requests!

#fuckyeah1200sleepover #shiv's salon #javier peña #jack whiskey daniels

[littleferal]

Enemies to lovers?

two answers for two asks!

whiskey! that man is one ego-led misstep from accidentally insulting someone, and if it happened to be someone he had to work with on a regular basis? woops 😬 but we know he's a softy really - you just gotta meet jack instead of whiskey - and damn it, it's important to him that you to know he's not actually the asshole you've mistaken him to be. he's still gonna annoy you tho, he's just like that :")

i could also see this playing out with javi p. he gets mad because he's just trying to keep you safe, you get mad because he's being over-bearing, and before you know it you're both at each other's throats on a regular basis and poor steve is stuck in the middle. it'd take something big to break the impasse and it'd need to be javi who bends first. a sprinkle of angst perhaps? from a good old fashioned admitting your feelings because the other person got injured?

talk to me 🌙 + about fanfic tropes

#anon asks #asks #ask game replies #thanks for the asks :)

[the-hinky-panda]

Could I please request Javi P x female reader getting into a huge argument and fucking on Gaviria’s desk before a meeting 👀

I'll add this to fic list but I'm going to be honest, angry sex isn't really my jam. I'm a big old softie when it comes to smut and am terrible at the dive right in fics. I've tried to write that way but it never comes out well. If I get inspired for this prompt, absolutely I'll write it but I know my limitations (which are many) and rough/angry sex I'm just no good at writing.

#hinky writes #lovely anon

[skyshipper]

PEDRO PASCAL as JAVI GUTIERREZ THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT (2022)

#pedro pascal #pedropascaledit #ppascaledit #pedrohub #tuwomt #tuwomtedit #the unbearable weight of massive talent #javi gutierrez #skyshippergifs #*tuwomt #we all know he's gonna turn out to be a big softie #but i'm drinking in this glorious look every chance i get #what a fucking babe #this might be my favorite pedro look of all time #THE HAIR #I'LL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT #hot damn 🔥

[eelqueen]

-So who do we give this to? DEA?

-Yeah, let’s give it to Javier Peña.

-Peña’s an asshole. I’m gonna give it to the other guy.

part i: javi + elisa

#isa's gifsets #i'm pretty pleased wit hthese #likei would change the coloring more but i'm sort of Done with them rn hahahaha #worked on these for too long #next up: doing my own captions #narcos #javier pena #javier peña #peña #elisa narcos #elisa alvarez #elisa is so lovely i love her #my favorite part of this gifset is not him in bed saying he's gonna save her from escobar #but the way he eagerly looks at her and pulls out the chair for her as he meets her for the first time #his smile is so cute... javi is such a big ol softie his expression in the first scene with her really betrays so much #like he's imagining double dates with steve and connie and this beautiful woman #his face just LIGHTS up when he meets her #ugh

[mandoalorian]

Ok ok ok. You know I have to request this, after last night's yearning. Javi Peña coming home late one night from work, to find you sat at the table pretty much asleep after you've stayed up studying or just overall waiting for him. And just have this beautiful man carry you to bed, ever so gently as not to wake you up. Just being an overall softy. 💙

You're wonderful rach 😗

ready and willing

(Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Warnings: 18+ smut; consensual somnophilia, female receiving oral, fingering, male receiving oral, handjob, pre-established relationship, implied age difference, exam stress

Word count: 3,000

Authors note: Omfg this got so shamelessly dirty… I hope that’s okay! Definitely a lot of sweet and soft Javier in this one-shot though. If you enjoyed reading then please consider reblogging, as reblogs support me the most! You can also find my masterlist pinned on my blog.

Finals week was approaching, and fast.

It was your last year in college, and arguably your most important. There you were, sat at the dining room table in your boyfriend’s apartment, surrounded by stacks of academic books and miscellaneous piles of paper. You looked up at the ticking wall clock that read 7:15pm. It wasn’t terribly late, but you’d been studying all day and well, you were exhausted.

You rubbed your tired eyes and let out a yawn before trying to fixate on the book in front of you. ‘Just try and finish this chapter, you’re nearly done. Finish this chapter and you can go to bed.’ you told yourself, determined to get to the end of the topic you’d been studying for the past two hours.

You read the first sentence of the chapter but struggled to even retain the words. You yawned and made a second attempt to re-read the sentence, but your brain was mush and all you could think about was crawling into your soft plush bed and falling asleep.

You checked the clock again and only three minutes had passed. Time was going agonisingly slow. But you remembered how Javier, your boyfriend, promised he’d be home before 8pm tonight, and it was already pushing 7:20. And you’d missed him today.

In fact, you missed him everyday. He’d been coop-ed up in the office for the past week, working early mornings and late nights. They finally got a lead on Escobar, after months of following cold trails. It was a big deal, and you were so proud of him, but that didn’t mean it was easy when he hadn’t been around to help ease you during exam season.

He gave you a reason to stay awake.

You rubbed your puffy red eyes once more, and fixated back on your book. The text was small and the lines were close together and your mission to finish the chapter was beginning to feel impossible. ‘Cmon, you can do this.’ you continued to tell yourself.

You don’t remember what happened next. Somewhere along the line, you must have passed out from exhaustion.

You’d really tried to stay awake, but sleep had gotten the better of you.

Javier came home just shy of 8pm, like he’d promised. He dropped his keys in a ceramic bowl that he kept by the front door and called your name, signalling that he’d returned. He practically froze when he entered the dining room, and saw you fast asleep.

Your head was buried in the book you’d tried so hard to finish, and your hair was messily sprawled out amongst the abundance of worksheets. Your breathing was shallow and your gentle snores echoed throughout the room. Javier felt his heart blossom in his chest, just at the sight of you. You looked so peaceful and calm, the complete opposite of the hectic day he’d had at work.

“Cariño?” he whispered, giving you a slight poke. He pushed your hair out of your face and noticed you’d even drooled a little on your book. You were completely flat out, and Javier knew there was no point in even trying to wake you up.

He watched you momentarily, wondering how he was even going to get you into bed if he couldn’t pick you up. He certainly wasn’t going to leave you slumped over the dining room table, that’s for sure. He circled around the table a few times, tidying away your notebooks and pens, before finally pulling out your chair.

You stirred slightly at the movement, and whispered his name in a hushed tone. “Javi?”

Your eyes remained closed and Javier knelt down, wrapping his strong arms around your torso and lifting you up. A small gasp escaped your lips when you realised you were no longer sitting in the uncomfortable hardwood chair, but instead, being carried bridal style by your sweet boyfriend.

“I’m here baby,” Javier assured. “Taking you to bed, okay?”

You scrunched up your nose. “Mm but— my work and—“

“No,” Javier cut you off as he carried you down the hall. “Bed.”

“M’okay.” You hummed, curling into his warm, broad chest. There was no point in arguing with him when you were this comfortable in his arms.

Javier chuckled slightly, knowing that if you were more awake, you would’ve put up fight, insisting that you had to stay up and finish your work. But like hell he was going to let you do that. The muscles in his back ached as he kicked open the bedroom door. His lips curled into a deep-set frown, knowing that the pains in his back were just a reminder of how old he was getting.

Javier places you down on your bed and you hummed with contentment, relishing the feeling of the 80s satin sheets beneath you.

“Missed you,” you rasped out, a small but tired smirk playing on your lips.

And oh how Javier missed you too. He stood at the foot of the bed, admiring the way your body was spread out amongst his blankets and pillows. You looked so beautiful. A real life sleeping beauty. Then, you yawned dramatically, stretching your arms above your head and opening your legs.

“Can you help me?” you asked your boyfriend. “Take my clothes off? I can’t sleep in these jeans.”

Javier pouted. The tight stretch of your denim drove him insane; but in the best way. He began to feel his own erection, trapped in the confines of his pants. Of course he couldn’t say no to you.

He got onto his knees and hovered over you, carefully unbuttoning your blouse. He wanted to be gentle, especially since you were so tired. Javier worked his dexterous fingers all the way down the material and pulled open the silk, revealing your soft skin that was basking in the amber glow of his bedside lamp.

Before long, your clothes had been discarded into a messy pile the floor and Javier’s eyes were burning into your naked body. You tossed and turned slightly, mumbling incoherent words as you fell back asleep.

You wanted to dream about him. You’d missed him so much, you wanted to dream about his touch; his hands caressing you, gliding across the curves of your breast and the soft flesh of your thigh.

Javier couldn’t help himself. He gently pushed open your legs and knelt down by the edge of the bed, starting to press wet kisses up your calf. You hummed with contentment, your dreams and reality turning into a haze.

This was something you and Javi had tried before— multiple times. It was something you had discussed months ago; back when Javier was working late nights at the office. He’d come home to you being fast asleep in his bed, and he’d fuck you fast and hard until you were wide awake and cumming all around him.

You were so pretty when you were sleeping. He just couldn’t resist the urge.

As he worked his way up your legs, he noticed the way your cunt began to glisten with arousal. Smirking to himself, he leaned in and licked a stripe between your folds. Even when you were asleep, you still were horny as hell for Javier. He found it endearing though.

“Fuck princesa, you taste so sweet.” Javier groaned longingly, gathering your juices on his tongue. As he dexterously flicked it over your bundle of nerves, your entire body desperately jolted into him and a tired whimper left your lips.

“Oh Javi,” despite your eyes being closed, there was no denying the smile that crossed your soft lips. He was always so good at this. “Just like that, don’t stop.” you pleaded with him. Your voice was small and, timid, almost.

As far as you were aware, this was all a dream.

Javier usually enjoyed a little bit of edging and teasing, but not tonight. You looked so beautiful sleeping on his bed and taking his tongue. Tonight was all about taking care of you. He pulled away from you briefly and kissed down your thigh before checking on you again.

“More,” you mouthed, your hand travelling to the back of his head to pull on his brown locks of hair.

“So desperate,” Javier commented with a chuckle, his mustache tickling your skin as he grazed his way back up to your dripping core. He swore he’d never seen anyone has perfect as you.

“Mm need you, need more,” you begged as his tongue circled around your clit.

“What do you need?” Javier asked. “Use your words.” he prompted.

“Need—ah,” you winced with pleasure when Javier changed his action and began sucking on your sweet spot. “Need, need,” you felt your self clenching around nothing, and you knew if you just had something inside of you, you’d be able to cum. “Need… need you… inside of me,” you choked out. “P—please.”

“Oh baby, why didn’t you just say so?” Javi cooed, and without any warning, he plunged his two thick fingers inside of you. They slipped in you so easily and a Javier couldn’t help but grin wickedly. “Look how wet you are.”

Your boyfriend felt so good. He always did. But you couldn’t help but wonder about him, and wonder just how hard he was under those denim jeans. He was resisting it all just so he could focus on pleasuring you; but he didn’t realise that his pleasure was your pleasure. You wanted him to feel good too.

Javier knew how to work his golden touch on you. He had practiced on many occasions, after all. He pushed his fingers as deep as they could go and began to curl them inside of you, with every thrust hitting your g-spot. But still, you craved for more.

You could cum like this, sure. In fact, you felt your orgasm build up increasingly by the second, but still, you wanted more of him. You wanted to feel the ridges and veins of his cock inside of you, creating the perfect friction against your walls. You wanted the close proximity of your bodies together and you wanted to feel his breath warm your neck as he fucked you into the next morning. Javier made the hairs on your body stand tall with chills, and he made your toes curl with pleasure. There was nobody else quite like him.

Suddenly, you felt a gush of white noise surround you and you became hyper-aware of the squelching noises that echoed throughout the bedroom. Usually you’d be slightly embarrassed, but you knew how much Javier got off from the sound of your cunt; especially knowing that it was all because of him.

He pushed you over the edge, and you felt your sensitive hole flutter around his two fingers as you came down from your high. He was breathless too, just from watching you and admiring your beauty.

By now, you were fully awake. You opened your eyes and offered him a smile before sitting up onto your knees.

“I love you Javi,” you reminded him softly, wrapping your hands around his neck and brushing your nose against his. You manouvered your one of your hands along his chest and discarded his button-down shirt somewhere on the floor.

“I love you too herm—oh,” he cut himself off with growl when you slid your hand down to his bulge and began to cup his balls through the material of his jeans.

You giggled playfully and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“Your turn,” you told him softly, unzipping his pants and pulling them down his ass.

He was going commando, which was typical ofcourse.

“Baby… you don’t have to do this. You can just… go back to sl—oh fuck.” he hissed through his teeth as you spat in your hands and wrapped your fingers around his thick manhood.

He was already leaking, which was no surprise. He’d gotten him worked up from the moment he carried you into bed. The head of his cock was red and desperate for attention. Rubbing at his base, you teasingly licked a line along his slit before pushing your mouth onto him.

You could never fit the entirety of him in your mouth, he was far too big— bigger than you’d ever taken before. But Javier didn’t mind one bit. He liked the combination of your mouth and your hands, as much as you liked the combination of his mouth and his hands.

A string of curses fell from his lips as you pumped his cock, nothing but his grunts and wet noises filling the airy bedroom.

You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and his one hand that was holding the back of your head tightened and began to pull on your hair. “Fuck cariño, please, I’m close— I don’t think— I— not— gonna— last,” he growled out in warning.

You simply hummed acknowledgment before pulling off him with a popping sound and licking your lips. Your hand was still wrapped around his girth though and you kept pumping at him.

“Look at me,” you requested, and watched as Javier’s chocolate brown eyes fluttered open. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Javier’s groan that followed your words was desperately loud. His cock was now slick and wet with your saliva.

“O-okay,” Javier agreed. “Open your mouth princesa.”

You obeyed his instruction and knelt there, doe-eyed and mouth wide, ready to take his load. It came in seconds, and Javier spilt his salty seed all over your face.

“There you go,” Javier moaned softly, almost to himself. “That’s a good girl.” he praised before pulling away from you and examined your face.

He cupped your cheek and looked you dead in the eyes. “You’re so pretty.” he said, and you felt yourself warm up with more desire.

Then, without warning, Javier took his index finger and gathered the bits of cum that hadn’t quite reached your mouth. Wiping his juices from your face, he stuck the finger into your mouth and you began to suck on it as if it was by reflex.

Javier watched you intently, already feeling himself get turned on again from the mere image of yoi sucking on his finger.

“You always taste so good baby,” you hummed around him.

Javier knelt down and pressed a kiss to your head.

“I think we need to get you cleaned up properly,” he whispered, trailing his kisses down to your ear and biting on your lobe. “How about… we continue this in the shower?” he proposed with a smirk on his face.

You giggled and nodded your head in agreement, before Javier took your hand and whisked you away to the bathroom.

This was certainly the best way to finish a day of hard work and studying.

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