#we against gacha heat

[kaira-diaries]

One More Night:

Note: one shot is also available on Wattpad under my account Kairadiaries for those who prefer it.

Warning: violence / character death / blood / gun use / bullet wounds / language

Pair: javi x f!character

Summary: you're hired for a job at the embassy with Javi, but make one life threatening mistake.

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"I think..I think he's dead."

"You think?" Javier scowled with a tilted head and furrowed brows.

You made a massive fuck up.

You were supposed to interview the guy. Gacha, you think was his name, use your trust worthy interview voice with a pen and paper copying everything down. Keep it low key, beat around the bush and read from the card of questions the ambassador approved. But no. No. You knew you blew it once the man perked up in his seat. You asked your own unapproved question, must have been a little too specific, considering the man threw himself from the balcony, punching a dent into the hood of Javier's truck.

You observed the body in silence, unsure of what to say to Javier. You only shy away from him and his intimidating demeanor. You'd never get used to it that's for sure. Though, right now what you're worried about was the ambassador. Javier had stuck his neck out for you and argued with the woman to give this opportunity to you. You were a newly surfaced interviewer, unseen and unknown. He'd insisted on using you and it was a foolproof plan until you blew it.

"We are so fucked." Javier raised his voice, rolling the disfigured body on its back. The sound of broken glass made your face scrunch up as tears threatened to fall.

"We're going to have to call for back up, and inform the ambassador."

"What – what will she do?" Jav couldn't tear his eyes from the body and it's disturbing angle.

"Who knows, y/n. We'll be in the doghouse that's for fucking sure. All I asked was for you to follow the questions, the approved questions." That's when he ripped his eyes from the body, glaring at you.

"I – I..I'm sorry." You whispered as your cheeks began to salt with tears. He only shook his head, instructing you to divert the crowd of civilians that amassed on the sidewalk, while he made a few phone calls.

The heat on its own weighed you down, though you found it strenuous to breathe from the massive blame pressing against your shoulders.

____

"Does someone want to tell me what the fuck happened?" You had almost jumped. The walls rattled from her anger. Javi hadn't looked at you once since you both returned. He sat beside you, playing with the flawed fabric of his tie. Forgiveness wouldn't be in the cards for you if he lost his job.

"Well?" She urged.

"I-I just wanted to do what was asked. I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry."

"We run this Embassy on a tight leash, y/n. We are being scrutinized, not only by Escobar, but the entire country itself. Our missteps affect us all, and many are interested to see just how far we'll go to get to the other side of this case and today will reflect incredibly poorly on us. Gacha? Off fucking limits in the cartel. In any other circumstance this would be a break through, but right now? Not. Fucking. Good. For any of us. Through the public eye this will be an onslaught or organized trickery on an innocent man."

The ambassador takes a seat, fingers massaging the exhaustion in her eyes. " Y/n what were you thinking?"

Your cheeks are feverish, "I don't know." You admit. You intend to speak out more, but your tongue is frozen, and Javi chimes in. "So what do we do, what's the plan here?"

"We do nothing, agent. We leave it in the hands of the narcos. As far as the public is concerned, the man was indeed innocent, with no ties to the cartel. Just a rich investor. If Escobar makes a move, we'll be free to hit him again. As for the innocent man that will be entirely unlike."

You sit motionlessly, head down, and out of the conversation.

The Ambassador blows out a breath of air as if it was the first time she's breathed over the course of this conversation. "Every agent will be on alert. An order should be released later today. In the meantime, you should head home before I change my mind about holding onto your badges for a little while. Lock down your apartment, close all the shades, and keep the lights off. Hell, book a hotel room if you want, either way, I'll send some men to keep a close perimeter. Just take the rest of the week off."

"What about Murphy?" Javi's partner, of course. The two are inseparable. A true brotherly relationship.

"He'll be just fine in his own. Paperwork shouldn't be a burden for him. Your main concern is keeping y/n out of sight. Your door could be beaten down at any instant with the flash of a gun barrel to her head."

You should be worried about that last part, except a kick of relief washes through you at the fact that Murphy, on his own, would be safe for the rest of this week.

You take this opportunity of silence to pull out your recorder and notepad from the interview, placing it on the wooden desk. You drop your wrists quickly, hoping to hide their tremor. "From the interview," you mumbled as she grabs both, flipping through your pages.

"You're dismissed," she answers, speaking to both of you, eyes still glued to the ink.

____

"I should have never brought you into this." Javier shares. The car ride home had been silent, until now, with twenty minutes still to go.

"It's not like I meant to, Javier. Surely you know that?" He lights a cigarette, steering the car with his knee for a moment or two. You always hated that.

"Of course, I know that. I'm not.. angry with you, y/n." He says, cigarette between his teeth.

"Right." You lean on your elbow, staring out the car window. You don't believe him, not with the way he reacted this morning. Though, you think on how else he could react. Give you comfort? Reassuring words, cooing that it's not your fault? No. Javier wouldn't. Not with something that was this important because it is your fault.

"I mean I was, but.." he pauses. You feel his gaze before a warm palm squeezes the pillowy flesh of your thigh. "Hey," he calls. You turn, drawn to the delightful change in his voice, and the scent of his cigarette. "I was angry, of course, I was. But I understand, y/n. You saw an opportunity to get more Intel, even if it was premature. It doesn't matter because you were thinking like me."

You could see the warmth radiating from his brown eyes. The aviators are unable to neutralize such fervency. You nod at him, sliding your hand onto his, locking it against your thigh.

"I mean, did we nearly lose our jobs? Probably. Are you number one on Escobars kill list? Probably. Is it my fault? Probably." He shrugs, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"I'm the one that fucked up, not you? You stuck your neck out for me, got me a job at the embassy and I just...I fucked up." You couldn't think of any other way to put it. You fucked up. It's as simple as that. You wouldn't allow Javi to to blame himself.

"Okay, well how about we don't play the finger pointing game and just eat some dinner, yeah?"

Javier pulls the car into a concealed parking spot, different from your usual spot. He grabbed your bag from the backseat, stepping out the car and circling to the other side to you.

It, for some reason, brought you back.

You thought of the night you met Javi. It was a nice dinner, your friend Connie, Steve's wife, had invited you. You sat across from her, Steve sat beside her, and Javier was in the chair next to you, absolutely grilling you. You couldn't remember quite what it was about, but you remember the wrath you felt. Vexation was clearly his strong suit. You couldn't tell if he was being playful or straight up just being a dick. Either way, you had a bad taste in your mouth after being around him.

It was almost enough to keep you from learning just how creative and brave he was.

Steve had eventually told you the stories of how vigorous his plans were.

Raids we're successful because of Javi and its what makes him one of the best in the embassy to this day.

You couldn't help but ask yourself ..

Did you ruin that?

Make him look like a fool in love? Make him look soft?

A large hand waved in your face. "Where'd you go, huh?"

You blinked twice, eyes back in focus, finding his focusing back on you.

"Just lost in thought, I guess." You tucked a red wavy strand of hair behind your ear and he leans in giving you a sweet kiss, helping you out of the truck.

____

"Do you have any sevens?"

"Go fish, pretty girl."

It was past midnight in Colombia, yet the streets were loud with pride.

Javier and you downed a bottle of wine and a box of cookies baked and gifted to you from Connie. You made an effort to sleep after dinner, was even enticed by Javi, but your mind was too loud and your bed was frigid. A little too cold to be ordinary. It was a bizarre feeling and awfully foreign, leaving you with an uneasy sensation. Javi sensed it of course, and toted you off into to the living room, making sure to gather his fortuitous deck of playing cards and the bottle of red wine that was currently hollow. He even found blankets and gave his word to stay up and play cards until you were exhausted.

You whined, snatching yet another card. Who knew Javi would beat you at a damned child's game. He had a pompous smirk on his face while observing you.

You merely giggled as your cheeks reddened with color from his watch.

You worshiped witnessing Javi like this. So..homely. His hair is unkept and fluffy, a remarkable compliment to his brown eyes. He wore a black nightshirt and pajama pants. He was soothed, and his guard was down. His customary harsh and strong-arm articulation, reduced to a delicate sculpture. You could just paint the breathtaking portrait in your head; a life with Javier, a family with him. It was a beautiful romance and one that'd be ultimately conceivable.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" He says.

You smile, "Just lost in thought." You answer. His lips stretch into a sweet smile. One of the great secrets of Javier Peña; his striking smile.

"Do you remember, back in Texas last year when we were having dinner with my mother?"

He nods. "On her farm, right? The Fourth of July?"

"Yes. And she wouldn't be quiet about the nights her and I spent together, playing cards and drinking chocolate milk." You giggle at the thought. "I don't think I understood what it meant for her until now. I mean, I was just a kid and was happy to be there with her, but she needed it. A time to just get away from what troubled her. To get away from her mistakes and be with somebody she cherished." You glanced at Javier.

"I thought this would be a promising diversion. We both made mistakes today and I just, I didn't want you to crumble. I'm so sorry, y/n for dragging you into this mess. I wasn't thinking like I should have. I knew the risks, and.."

"No no no, this was my decision." You grab his jaw and draw his gaze back to yours. "My choice. Okay? I'm the one, that after two years of watching you work, disobeyed direct orders. I should have been smarter than I was." His eyes are unsure but yours are opposing. Your strong gaze turns to mush, knowing he'd never be okay with this. Instead of words, you just lean in communicating with a kiss.

It's strange to you how much a person can enable you to forget your troubles. You were caught in this endearing moment with him and obviously, he was too, because once an intense grief, scalding and unbearable, shot through your shoulder, a flip had quickly switched in Javier's expression as he pulled back and it terrified you.

Really terrified you.

Everything, from that moment on, began to move fast.

I guess that's what happens when you're about to possibly die.

You remember the blood pouring from your shoulder, keeling over onto the floor in agony. Javier's eyes are in an unreachable rage and sorrow as he grabs you as gently as possible, pulling you behind the couch. Your body was in shock, the bullet surely hitting something essential in your shoulder from the portion of blood you were losing. Javier, shifting you so your back is to him examines for an exit wound. You barely hear the agonizing scream you release. "I know, pretty girl, I know!"He enunciated. Finding exactly what he was looking for, Javi fit your head in his lap. It was evident there was nowhere else to go unless we both wanted to be punctured with bullets. As the bullets continued to fly, each bang deafening you by the second, Javier moved fast, grabbing his gun from the coffee table. You dared to look down, finding Javiers blood-stained shirt, finding your wound and it's a gruesome attribute.

With mastery, he aims with unstable hands up over the couch directly into enemies' sight. Speaking of sight, yours begins to spin, and you sense the loss of strength in your limbs as you pull at his shirt, giving into the darkness.

In your unconscious state, Jav had run out of bullets quicker than you could even speak the word. After all it was just him against a crew of men that had a hell of a lot more cover and yet a handful were put down with ease. It's then that the ambassador's men show, along with Steve. Connie sprints to your side and remains there. With both Javier and Connie keeping pressure on your wound they bitterly waited for a medic.

Javier hadn't known what to do.

So he pleaded.

Not only to you but to the gods above for another day with you, another night with you. He had implored, with your blood on his hands and shirt. He had prayed for one more night, knowing damn well he wouldn't get one as you took your final breath leaving him with a shattered universe and an immense arch of vindication.

#pedro pascal #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena fic #narcos #fluff and smutt #fanfic #agent peña #agent murphy #angst #loss of a loved one #character death #orginal character

[prolix-yuy]

Congrats on 500 LJ! Can I please request "Heroism – real and perceived" with Javier? I think that could make an interesting and angsty character study, but whatever you want to do I know will be amazing, so the choice is all yours (same for pairing, I'm happy to read something with Reader but I'm not gonna complain if it's only him, whatever works), thank you ❤️

Wonderful Bee! Thank you for being such a bright light in the Pedro community and for being so supportive and kind to everyone around you! I'll be honest, this prompt made me nervous since I haven't done Javi P yet, but I did my "research" (that was the fun part) and puzzled over this request.

I was planning to make all of these requests standalone stories, but the amazing Peña goddess @iamskyereads also sent in a Javi request, and as I read them side by side a two part story came to light. I hope you enjoy both this request, and the follow up to come!

The Road Behind

Pairing: None, eventual Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Home is behind, the world ahead.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: M, angst, descriptions of violence, smoking, lots of Javi introspection. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: This one is a little shorter, but I'm making up for it with a part 2 that's continuing the scene.

Hero.

The words elicit a visceral sensation from Javier, a bullet through his throat, another in the center of his chest. He wants a stronger drink. He wants a real cigarette, not this minty square of nicotine tucked by his gums. He wants to run, like he always does when he’s back in Laredo. 

They didn’t say it out loud, the word too grand for a moment this small. But Javier saw it in their eyes when Luis shook his hand, his wife looking on, Paco watching him like he’s in the presence of a famous ball player. 

“We care about what you did in Columbia.”

You’re a hero, Javi.

“We sure are proud of you.”

Proud of the hero who took down Pablo Escobar.

The words drip with spite when Javier imagines them. There is no heroism in what he did. Men might envy it - the man who saved a nation. Women might desire it - let me touch the hands that pulled the trigger.

Joke’s on them. Sent away at the final hour, Judy Moncada’s treacherous mouth splashing across Messina’s desk. The sticky heat inside the phone booth, whiskey burning in his belly as he waited for Steve to say the words.

“We got him Javi.”

The grounding press of the phone against his forehead, payphone sharp under his palm, centered him when the weight lifted. It was a smaller relief than he’d hoped, still saddled with the burden of what he’d done to stand in that booth at that hour listening to success through a crackling sat phone.

Hero.

The words were tossed around in the days following Escobar’s fall, and maybe they brought some people comfort. But not Javier.

It didn’t feel heroic threatening that “senator” in Gacha’s home, a bullet in his leg and spittle spraying his face as Javier promised another in his head if he didn’t talk.

It didn’t feel heroic letting Carillo slaughter a boy to teach the children of Bogota, and Escobar, a lesson. His dead eyes took days of drinking to fade into the background.

It especially didn’t feel heroic carrying Helena out of the hell Javier put her in, gaze faraway and blood oozing from wounds that would never heal enough to forget. Her face tucked into his neck, body drawn so tight his arm goes numb under her legs. The words he whispers as he carries her to the ambulance are nonsensical - you’ll be okay, I have you, you’re safe. None of it can be true for her again.

No, Medellín had its hero for years. He built schools in the slums, homes for the people, let money fly from his fingertips like those white birds he trained to roost in the trees at his hacienda. Keeping the people thankful. Obedient. Trained.

Pablo Escobar was a hero, for a time. 

Never to Javier, or the Colombian government or the DEA. But for a short while, Escobar was the closest thing to a hero Medellín ever had. Never mind where the money he spent came from. Never mind what blood was hidden in jungles and behind locked doors. Pablo Escobar cared for his community, wanted to save it with his guiding hand. In return he expected what most do: loyalty, respect, adoration. 

But when a man believes himself to be a hero, that’s when the façade begins to crumble.

Javier’s skin itches, catching eyes with his father as he fusses at the Nicorette in his cheek. He’s too used to working in shadows for events like this, discomforted by eyes sliding over him, the leaned-in conversations. His only brief comfort, speaking with Lorraine, now softens into memory. She looks good, happy, and fulfilled in a way Javi covets. It pulled unbidden smiles to his normal grimace, hands nervous, emotions more on the sleeve of his flannel than he intended. 

But he knows he couldn’t have been the husband she needed, the steadfast presence of Randy, family man. 

Can you imagine if we were actually married?

Could he, before all the blood and the cocaine, the plata o plomo that ruled his life for so many years? Could he have been father to those two children, a little boy who looked up to him, a girl that wrapped his heart around her finger?

He’d never know now.

He needs the bite of air without the film of sweat and wedding cake dancing on his tongue. As quietly as he can leave - which still involves some hand-shaking and hair-ruffling - he slips into the twilight outside the wedding venue. 

God, he could use a smoke, the familiar warmth of the cherry cupped in his palm, the curl of smoke as gentle a kiss as any lover’s. He misses the way it perfumed his collars, how the first pull released tension before the nicotine even hit, and the ritual of the carton, the tap, the flame hot and dangerous, the warmth on his lips as it burned down almost to the filter. Gum just doesn’t cut it, and the mint gives him a headache.

Like the tiniest beacon on the horizon, he catches the crackle of flame, the metallic zip of a lighter wheel. Then a faint exhale and thin white smoke curling around the corner of the building. 

Javi doesn’t want to talk, to perform for another audience of one or many, but the temptation of the secondhand smoke tugs him around the corner, thumbs tucked into his jeans pockets and head downturned. He pretends he didn’t see her, like it was only happenstance he stumbled upon her and not because he’s a moth to the flame of her lighter. 

She doesn’t notice at first, leaning on the railing as she pulls the cinder to a glowing red between her lips. It’s a rare moment, to watch someone as they are without an audience, and Javi debates on leaving her be. But her head turns, his silhouette catching her eye.

“Looking for someone?” she asks, her smile easy. Even with all the time in the world to prepare, her question catches him off guard.

Maybe he is.

NEXT

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x fem reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #javi pena x reader #narcos fanfiction #lj's 500 follower celebration #prolix fics

[yaekiss]

𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒌𝒂𝒊: 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍

꩜ Room Content: crackfic. crammed every trope I remembered from fics I read while I was 11 in here. reader x high cloud quintet & jackson wang ig... reader has long hair, violence at the end ꩜ A/N: do i even want to put this in my writing tag... wrote this over dinner sorry to whoever reads this I SWEAR THIS ISN'T HOW I WRITE USUALLY PLEASE BELIEVE ME

It was a beautiful day out. I put my long brown hair into a messy bun and picked out my outfit for the day. I decided to go with a bubblegum pink tshirt with a moustache on it and galaxy print leggings. After I wore my neon green high-top converse shoes, I walked down the stairs to downstairs.

"Y/N… I need to tell you something," my mom told me.

"What?" I said in reply.

"I sold you to the High Cloud Quintet so that I could afford my gacha pulls." She didn't even look sorry.

"But mom, we're in a gacha game!!!!"

I couldn't take the betrayal anymore so I stormed out of our house. While I was running, I grabbed a flyer on the table which was for Jackson Wang's party at the Xianzhou Luofu tonight.

(le timeskip~)

It's now nighttime and I am at Jackson Wang's party. The music is loud and the crowd is even louder. I'm sitting in a corner of the party and reading my book in peace. Suddenly, the couch dips next to me. Looking up, I'm greeted by a handsome face with chiseled features, long white hair and piercing gold eyes.

Jing Yuan??!!?!?!?! What was he doing here?!

"What's a cutie like you doing here alone?" He asked, his voice husky. I felt my face heat up at his flirty words.

Noticing the commotion, Blade breasted boobily to our couch, and titted toward us. Baiheng, Jingliu and Dan Heng also came to sit on the couch.

(A/N: Dan Heng is sooooo cool… Dan Heng: Uhhh… *sweat drops*)

"Do you know who we are?" Dan Heng asked.

"Umm… the High-Cloud Quintet?" I muttered, a little intimidated by them.

"That's right. And you must be Y/N." Blade said. "Why weren't you at home. Where have you been?"

"Out." I replied.

*Then Blade slams you against the wall, knocking you out.*

"Now you're really out."

(A/N: I'm ending this here because I don't know how to continue this anymore!!! Blade: *sweat drops* so you're making me the villain? Me: Whoopsies hehe…)

I'm not even going to write my usual paragraph here, if you read this whole thing ur a trooper.

#📜.qi writings #uhh #ummmm #hsr x reader #GET HELP QI !!!!

[spaceisnothome]

So actually how eternally forever are you going to be Her Living Blade Eternal The Forever Claw All-Kill?

so we've talked about this a lot

petals was mostly originally just planning on replacing me, no big deal, she's basically immortal

but she's come around to thinking i'm pretty great. i am a five star rare pull in the gacha game of living weapons, you know? can't replace this what you gonna replace this with you ain't gonna get another.

so first we thought, artificially heat up my eggs and raise the babies and whichever one fits best becomes the next handmaiden. some problems with it!

if you haven't noticed i'm pretty big on personal freedom to do whatever you want, and raising my children to be a Specific Thing would make me into the worst kind of parent i'd hate to be. petals also thinks literally raising children from hatch to be a living weapon is maybe like, not great optics.

sort of a super villain move.

also even though she's going to live a very long time, that means in the end you tend towards wanting as few things changing as possible because and i quote "Wendy, do you know how much you hate it when Adorable Critter Pets changes something you were used to? Imagine that happening for everything, constantly and forever."

so what about cutting out my brain and nervous system and putting it into a robot body? now, see, there are several problems with that, one of which is oh jeez it's uh oh i don't know cutting out my brain and nervous system and putting it into a robot body.

so we are taking an even more controversial third option, which, in eternal queen culture, is less of a taboo and more of a "what are you talking about that's insane that isn't even possible what do you mean that's possible that's the worst thing i've ever heard"

as a result several eternal queens are now very much not very big fans of us for "utter disgusting crimes against nature and reason"

which is fun, because you know the pod that everyone wants to beat up is the pod to be in, yeah?

#spaceisnothome #answer #knightofaegis #the movie night scandal

[animasend]

   always knew there was some funky down in that hole a hole is never just a hole but! this post is gonna sorta be like....an info post and interest check in one? not going to do a starter call (yet bc knowing me i may make one later) but if you like this then i’ll probably slide into your dm’s bc this requires planning and i am an absolute fool for planning fun creatures and traps and chaos! most of this will be under read more just so it’s not a big scroll on the dash

    the way i want to approach this is like. okay a hole has layers like an onion and i want to throw olga into each one bc why the hell not.  anyways the progression would be JUNGLE -> FANTASY -> SEA -> SPACE. starting with the jungle first because she’s an adventure novel fan and it would be both fun and funny for her to critique the traps and get caught in them! and space is last because gestures to the alien and horror (my personal fave but i gotta work her up to that).

 below you’ll find just some ideas for each area, her abilities and how enemies will scale to that, role in typical dungeon format, and other things

jungle. i want the whacky shenanigans. the caught in traps. the ‘ who made this a five year old can figure this out’. the running from a boulder. the complaining about the heat and just having a jolly good time while probably being chased by a monster or two. like i’m talking i will draw inspo from tom//b raider and un//charted for this okay but with more comedy because i have SO many ideas for traps 

fantasy. honestly i just think she needs to blow up some creatures. do some fighting. get some catharsis in that way. she’s more used to ‘fantasy’ type things (a mage herself so magic). i probably won’t make a fantasia form for her to use just because i love the idea of a human (?) stuck in some fantastical mess. do you want to fight a dragon but to the tune of do you want to build a snowman

sea. considering olga lives by the ocean and swims alot and uses her cosmogills alot she’s somewhat used to underwater things but not as a mermaid. yes she will be a mermaid i am making my mermaid au come true here. i will probably draw this too but ANYWAYS. do you want to fight a kraken maybe some mutant sharks what about hiding in a sunken pirate ship from enemies

space. oh boy. oh boy. okay shoving everything u-chan aside (bc that’s certainly a Sore Spot for her) she’ll be the most tense here. because not only is it an abandoned space station where the slightest move can kill her, there’s also the alien creature who. i have Ideas for. and also olga doesn’t relish the idea of being hunted and having to hide against smth that has an advantage over her!! as a warning in advance, i love horror and have seen so many horror movies in space so i will do my best to make it scary as hell

now as for olga and her powers, she’d probably be classified as a DPS role (if you play xiv think of black mage). she does have some defensive and healing capabilities but best suits the damage dealing so she can be something of a jack of all trades! barriers strong enough to withstand attacks from Servants, runestones and being able to inscribe runes onto things, also a cool sword she can finally use, and her throwing meteors though that’s. as a last resort! she’s also pretty intelligent and really good in noticing another’s physical condition and getting them to rest before they realize it themselves. as someone who has read plenty of adventure novels, she’s also got a keen eye for noticing traps in the jungle so that’s a little bonus stat!

as stated above, this is mostly an interest check to plot things out because this does require that but also with a little bit of yolo because unless deciding otherwise, i will be using the wheel to randomize everything. including the chests. we will be winging it and praying gacha jesus i mean rng jesus helps us

#ooc tbt. #do i tag this as a rp ad #i can't decide fuck

[lovehotelreservation]

Fantasy

Summary: It has been the greatest honor to be selected as the official cosplayer at your favorite gacha game’s fan festival event.

But what pleasure could compare to having your fellow cosplay colleagues have their way with you? [Cosplayer AU]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Makoto/F!Reader/Sousuke/Natsuya

THE LEVELS OF ON BRAND™ THIS ONE-SHOT IS I S2G

I’VE BEEN SITTING ON THIS PIECE FOR A WHILE NOW AND NOW I OFFER IT TO U ALL

ANYWAY MAKE US FREE NA SPLASH-- ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

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Another year meant another summer of pinning your hair beneath a blonde bob wig and twirling around in a pink dress that required countless hours to recreate.

But it was because of your efforts of investing your all into faithfully bringing to life the character design of Djeeta that the organizers of Granblue Fantasy Festival reached out to have you as the official cosplayer to work the event. Appearing on mainstage to enthrall awaiting fans, assisting with the presentation of prizes during the various games planned for the attending seiyuu, walking the floor to pose for pictures by enthusiastic players--you were honored by this opportunity, one that you looked forward to year after year with each invitation.

The trek across Japan to attend GBF Fes during its tour also meant reunions with the other official cosplayers, some of whom you have bonded and befriended even beyond the event itself.

Such was the case with the three who portrayed Lobelia, Aglovale and Belial: Natsuya Kirishima, Makoto Tachibana, and Sousuke Yamazaki.

Besides being profound cosplayers who found their claim to fame from their GBF cosplays, the trio were known to even sound practically identical to their respective characters.

Though spirited and ever eager, Natsuya certainly wasn’t a shameless guro-addict like the twisted Lobelia. By contrast, Makoto was far too much of a big precious teddy bear to be arrogant like the regal Aglovale. Last of all, the aloof Sousuke only shared the common trait of being tall, dark, and handsome with the lasciviously depraved Belial.

It was always a wonderful time with the three, from your reunions just days before the event, spending the weekend indulging in your favorite mobile game, to hanging out for carefree fun before the eventual but dreaded goodbye.

But by Makoto’s suggestion for you all to hit up the newly opened Super Nintendo World after the Osaka run of GBF Fes, you expected for your parting to end on a higher note this time around at least.

Especially since, upon the conclusion of the second day of GBF Fes, it was Natsuya insisting you all hop into a taxi and celebrate with dinner at a karaoke joint along Dotonbori’s canal upon the return to your hotel located by the massive INTEX Osaka convention center space.

However, what you didn’t expect was for the evening to go about as it did.

Hues of soft pink, blue, and purple mood lighting that contrasted the sharp gleams within hazy irises of red, green, and teal.

Moody synths of 80s city pop accompanying lyrics yearning love and desire were muffled to your ears, the breathy huffs of sweet whines and low groans a much more distinct sound.

A blushing heat coursed through the entirety of your body, stoked even further by lips chilled by ice cold beer kissing your skin.

The hotly murmured question of “Say Captain, which one of us do you like most?” from Natsuya had yet to receive a verbal answer, of which you conveyed through a different, more physical kind of reciprocation to all three.

You had inklings of how this weekend was going to turn out, but surely not like this.

While setting out for Osaka, you ran into Natsuya while settling in for your bullet train ride from Tokyo. It was a delight to already see his handsome grin once again, making you all the more excited to reunite with the others. As it had been a long morning, you found yourself dozing off while you both caught up with one another. With your mind drifted to a weekend of cosplay fun and amusement park thrills, you weren’t aware that he snapped a photo of him beaming at his phone camera with a peace sign while proudly displaying your head resting on his shoulder during the train ride over, texting the picture over to Makoto and Sousuke.

A frazzled kaomoji from Makoto while Sousuke left the response on read.

Then, during the afternoon for the first day of GBF Fes, you had some issues with zipping up the back of your idol Djeeta cosplay. Thankfully, Makoto was in the next stall over in the private dressing room for official cosplayers and was prompt to help you out once he finished buttoning up his coat for Aglovale’s House of Wales attire.

You were about to head out to the mainstage when you heard Makoto’s flustered squawk of your name upon his realization that your skirt was lifted after having gotten bunched up somehow while you were trying to fix your zipper on your own. Given that time demanded your immediate presence to the stage, you weren’t as alarmed by the sudden presence of Natsuya and Sousuke upon their return from making their rounds through the main event floor in their cosplays.

But they were rather taken by the sight of your skirt’s hem being hastily tugged by Makoto’s fingers.

Though, you could see why things came to a head earlier today when you--now in Djeeta’s iconic skyfarer dress--and Sousuke joined each other on stage. As “Parade’s Lust” blared from the speakers, the audience watched as he knocked away your sword before embracing you from behind, his grinning lips planting onto your cheek while his large hands caressed your waist.

”Oi, oi, when did you have the time to practice that?!” Natsuya jeered with a raised brow and a smirk as the two of you made your way backstage.

Makoto was rendered too speechless to say anything.

Sousuke, whose hand still held yours from when he helped you step down from the main stage, merely shrugged with nonchalance, of which was betrayed by the hint of a smug grin sliding onto his lips. “We just did what felt natural.”

And surely, while the effects of liquor of the sweetest and hardest varieties were well underway, this moment shared with these three--unexpected as it was--felt seamless in its transition from a night of merriment to an evening of withheld desire spilling forth.

As clothes were either tugged away just enough for a bit of freedom or exposure, or discarded entirely, you found yourself at the center of Natsuya’s, Makoto’s, and Sousuke’s affections, easily caught beneath the loom of their towering physiques

Natsuya was no sadist compared to his cosplay counterpart, but he didn’t refrain from affectionately nipping at your neck while enjoying the cute yelps you let out whenever his hand freely spanked your ass. He was no brute, but when he had his fingers tightly weaved in your hair, he didn’t hold back from fucking your mouth, all while he slurred out praises of how much of a good girl you were.

While he came from a humble upbringing back in the sleepy town of Iwatobi, Makoto made you feel like royalty while he happily knelt before where you sat as his tongue lapped against your core, dragging along your folds and twirling around your clit. When he had you sit on his lap--a proper throne for you, as he gasped desperately upon his dick entering you fully--, he cradled and massaged your breasts from behind as he had you ride him

And while every messy kiss shared with Sousuke felt like love--which it did, inebriation and all--, the way he spoke to and handled you was absolute and utter filth. His big and muscular arms hooked beneath your thighs, keeping them raised up while his hands stayed clasped behind your head, the sight of his thick cock ramming up into your ass to be seen fully by Makoto and Natsuya.

“Is this what you enjoy? Having other guys watch you get fucked in the ass like the cockslut that you are?” Sousuke grunted huskily, a harsh flush of red spread across his cheeks.

You squealed your desire for more as he continued to not relent in the slightest with the vicious rate he was thrusting into you.

Sousuke eyed Natsuya and Makoto, the look in his eyes as urgent as it was arrogant. “Captain’s needy.”

”Then leave it to me to satisfy Captain’s le désir,” Natsuya hummed proudly with a pound at his chest as he approached, eager to stuff your sopping core with his cock.

”Ahh that won’t do at all,” Makoto tsked with a sweet smile, ready to soothe your whines by giving you a mouthful of his dick.

You couldn’t have imagined that a night straight out of your fantasies would come to light as it did.

But as this game had come to show you, luck had a hell of a way of revealing itself to you.

#makoto tachibana x reader #sousuke yamazaki x reader #natsuya kirishima x reader #makoto tachibana #yamazaki sousuke #natsuya kirishima #Free! #free! iwatobi swim club #free! dive to the future #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

[crow-mlm]

To Capture Wind in a Bottle. Part 1 (Childe x Reader)

> Word Count: 1.9k

> Summary: A wandering bard, loyal to the God of Anemo, ventures from their home of Mondstadt, drawing the interest of a certain Fatui Harbinger - an interest which spurs an unfortunate infatuation.

> Notes: My first fic on here! I’m hoping this is offering enough to the gacha gods to bring him home. Diluc is lonely...

> Warnings: Implied stalking, non-consensual touching, intimidation, yandere.

There was no earthly possession quite as precious as freedom, at least not to you. The winds that graced every corner of Teyvat, that met the wings of birds and allowed them to soar unrestrained amongst the limitless stretch of sky, was as essential to their voyage as it was to yours. They emboldened you, whether it was a gentle breeze drifting through the foliage of Mondstatd, or the howling currents that coiled around Liyue’s peaks. It was a constant reminder of the Anemo God’s blessing, one that you saw to embrace as best as possible.

The comfort of Mondstadt’s familiar walls and streets was one difficult to part with, but the proclaimed City of Freedom was one that you found contradictory to stagnate in. With the wind at your back, and lyre held tight to your chest, you set yourself on a pilgrimage of sorts. You were, after all, a worshiper in practice and a bard by trade. You admired the nuns that diligently served Barbatos within the Cathedral, but you found that sedentary brand of reverence to be at odds with the creed he proclaimed.

You’d parted with your family and friends, your younger brother gripping your clothes with tear-filled eyes as he begged you not to go. He was eventually subdued with promises of souvenirs and trophies on your eventual return, as well as reassurances offered by your mother with a misty gaze. You wondered if they were more for her than for your brother.

Your lyre proved to be a reliable companion. From Springvale to Liyue Harbour, your performances made ends meet with tips, and your songs garnered you a modest reputation. It was perilous, now and then, and with no combat experience nor vision of your own, you were exceptionally vulnerable amongst the inhospitable wilds. But your cunning proved to be a valuable weapon; hilichurls were easily distracted by the notes of your lyre, and the occasional slime was easy enough to outmaneuver. It was, of course, the human threats that proved to be the most dangerous. Bandits, scavengers and, most unpredictable of them all,-

“The Fatui...” you mumbled, grip tightening on your instrument. It took you a while to put a name to the uniform, but it was unmistakable. This was only supposed to be a minor gig - a small tavern in Liyue that you decided to perform in as you saw the sights the region had to offer - but you couldn’t help assuming the worst as more and more agents filtered in to block every entrance to the establishment. You scanned the audience from your makeshift stage. It was sparse, unsurprisingly, and all the patrons seemed to be stiff in their presence.

All but one.

The mop of orange hair accompanied by the smug, handsome face it belonged to was too distinct to forget. His elbow was perched on a table, hand cupping his face as his unwavering stare held a mixture of intrigue and expectancy. The young man had attended a number of your performances, each time sending you off with a standing ovation and a firm clap, accompanied by an emphasised enthusiasm that made it hard to determine its sincerity. What shocked you was his consistency; whether you were playing in some hole in the wall in Mondstadt or in a secluded town tucked away within Liyue’s landscape, he always happened to make an appearance.

His presence was once flattering, assuming he was simply an adventurer, but his apparent satisfaction at having you cornered like an animal made you sick to your stomach.

Your animosity toward the Fatui was not unfounded; their desire for control and subjugation was one so incompatible with your own values. It was inflamed further by the whispers of their treachery against Barbatos, their rumoured attempts to steal his power and murder one of the four winds. Whether it was true or not, they certainly weren’t above such allegations.

“Ah, don’t tell my our little bard has developed a case stage fright,” The man proclaimed with a chuckle, standing to his full height. His voice made you flinch from your thoughts, an action you immediately regretted as his grin broadened.

You straightened your back, attempting to feign confidence. The glare you met his gaze with seemed to only amuse him, placing a hand against his heart in mock hurt. 

“I didn’t mean to offend you, truly,” he sauntered closer to the stage, steps slow and methodical. “I’m just eager to hear that beautiful music of yours, right?” The man nudged a frozen patron with his elbow, eliciting nothing but a subtle recoil in response. You cleared your throat, fists balling with an increasing desire to wipe that smug grin off his face.

“I wasn’t aware I’d be playing to such a large audience,” you remarked, narrowing your eyes at the man before you, “forgive me for being shy.”

Apparently delighting off your discomfort, he chuckled. “My apologies then. See, I simply wanted to invite some of my friends to come hear the wonderful bard they’ve heard so much about,” the man gestured to the squad of Fatui that now guarded the tavern. You shivered, his statement stung with a meaning deeper than it seemed. He closed the distance between you gradually, using a finger to nonchalantly inspect the dust that settled on the tables.

He suddenly directed his gaze back at you, the glint in his eye completely suffocating. “Mondstadt, right?” he nodded in your direction. “The style of music, I mean. Although your sense of fashion is pretty distinct.”

You froze under his words, the light fabrics and pleasant colours of your attire seemingly stripped from your body under his roaming eyes. It dawned on you that this sounded like a thinly veiled interrogation. He punctuated your growing disgust with a sly wink like he knew exactly of your epiphany. 

“You’ve been a busy little bard, haven’t you? Seems there isn’t a corner of Teyvat you haven’t graced-”

“The same could be said about you,” you interrupted, tired of the demeaning playfulness that characterised his tone. His surprise at your little outburst was emphasised by a halt, and you realized just how close he was as he stood right before you. Even with the slight elevation of your platform, he seemed to tower over you, evidenced by the crane of your neck to meet his face.

The slight furrow of his brow relaxed, and the teasing grin returned to his face. Oceans of deep, drowning blue locked onto your form, and you felt even smaller in his presence.

“I’m so flattered you remember me!” The man beamed as he arched his back to draw closer to your level. His voice grew quieter, lower, and a fresh wave of fear chilled you to your core. “I’m really quite a fan, little bard.”

Spurred by the heat of his breath against your ear, you jolted yourself backward. Faster than you could comprehend, his gloved hand snatched your forearm in an iron grip, giving a painful squeeze that betrayed a strength unfathomably greater than yours. The wince you gave was met with an affectionate sigh, like a tired parent scolding a misbehaving child. 

“No need to run away, (First). We can talk, can’t we?” The use of your name made the ball in your throat thicken. It wasn’t uncommon to have your name known by strangers, word of mouth seemed more fluid and far-reaching than the wind itself, but the preciousness of his tone sounded much too familiar for your liking.

You dropped your gaze to the hand gripping your arm, cursing yourself for the submission but unable to bear the weight of his stare.

“Unhand me,” you demanded weakly, the crack in your voice betraying your paper-thin confidence. “Then I’ll talk.”

The man hummed, humouring your request. With a laugh, he eased his hand off and threw up his arms in a show of passivity. You rubbed your forearm, sore and slightly red. You knew as well as he that you were cornered, and you assumed his grip was a subtle way to demonstrate the chasm of strength between you two. Although your pride pained you to admit it, it worked.

“You’re welcome,” he quipped. He waited, expectantly, the silence dragging on into a momentary eternity. The man took to straightening your crinkled shirt, long fingers lingering uncomfortably before toying with your buttons. “See, I have certain responsibilities,” he continued as he played with your attire, “They’re a real drag, but I can’t neglect them, you know?”

You couldn’t help but squirm under his slight touches, lacking the courage, and presumed strength, you’d need to pull his arm away. He delighted in that, the smile on his lips widening as you writhed. There was an obvious cat-like glee in toying with you, one that made you wonder if all Fatui interrogators were this sadistic.

“One of those responsibilities is ensuring the Fatui aren’t,” He mulled over his words for a moment before continuing, “Infringed upon.”

You furrowed your brow, confused. How did this have anything to do with you? It didn’t go unnoticed by the Fatui member, chuckling deeply. His fingers trailed from your torso, ghosting up your chest before cupping your face in his hand. He bent to meet your eyes, revelling in the myriad of emotions that swirled within them.

“Unfortunately, Mondstadt hasn’t proved to be the most receptive toward Snezhnaya,” His lips quirked a frown, “So to catch wind of a roaming little bard, who sings so highly of the Anemo God, well...” he leans in closer, almost nose to nose, breath dusting against your lips in unwelcomed intimacy. “You can’t blame us for questioning your intentions.”

Anger flashed across your features, trying to pull away from his grasp only for him to lock you helplessly into place.

“Are you accusing me of being a spy?” You seethed, fear momentarily dissolving into rage, “I have no desire to concern myself with scum like you. You’re wasting your time. You-” narrowing your eyes into his, you hissed, “Snezhnayan lapdog.”

The Fatui’s face fell for a moment, and you revelled in the thought you’d dashed that smugness. To your horror, his visage beamed into a wide grin, and you noticed the light pink that dusted his cheeks. He looked truly, terrifyingly authentic for once.

“Cute,” he cooed, “and here I was thinking our little bard didn’t have any bite.” He released your chin, standing up straight and letting you stumble back. With a signal of his hand, the Fatui that guarded the tavern were ordered to leave. He gave you a final grin, taking in the sight of your shivering form.

“I’ll see you soon, (First),” His tone was deep, intimidating, more a threat rather than a friendly goodbye. “Don’t misbehave.”

“Oh!” He interrupted himself with a snap of his fingers, “It’s Childe, by the way.” 

With a final wink and flash of his cocky smirk, ‘Childe’ exited the tavern. You felt like you could finally breathe, although the building dread in your stomach failed to subside with his promise. Placing a hand against your temple, you felt your pulse rage beneath the skin.

There was more to this, you concluded. His intimacy, the lingering touches and burning stares suggested more than just Fatui interrogation. You held the anemo sigil placed around your neck, offered a desperate prayer to Barbatos, and hoped that you were wrong.

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[mandoalorian]

Pain Is For The Living [Javier Peña x F!Reader] - Chapter 2 (SMUT)

Summary: Sex work in the heat of 1980’s Colombia was never going to be a walk in the park. Especially not when you had a crush on your number one client, agent Javier Peña. You’d been warned about him and his reputation, but after one very specific incident that would change your life forever, you find yourself attached to him like never before and you’d do anything to make him yours. Even if it means endangering your own life.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT (protected p in v), allusions to sex, reader works in a brothel, PTSD, anxiety, panic attack, mention of drugs, guns, character death, typical Narcos themes.

Word count: 4000>

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The office was dead, like it had been for the last three weeks. No new leads. Nothing. The days dragged and honestly, it felt like the case was growing colder and colder. Escobar had gone completely off the grid, hiding out in La Catedral, his very own self-built prison in the depths of Medellín. But the DEA didn’t know that yet. So, they made an attempt to shift focus, at least just for now. After all, any narco they captured would be a win. They’d been tracing Juan Diego Diaz, otherwise known as La Quica, believing that the sicario would eventually lead them to Escobar himself. But La Quica was just as cunning as any other narco and following him was not an easy challenge. If it wasn’t for Steve Murphy, the DEA would’ve most likely shifted focus again - but Murphy and La Qucia went way back. In 1981, just a few years ago, La Quica shot dead Kevin Brady, Steve’s old partner back from Miami, and so to say that Steve had a personal feud against La Quica was an understatement.

Javier Peña didn’t realise he was about to gain a whole vendetta against him too.

Within a second, every phone in the damn embassy began to ring. Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy exchanged a glance, and their eyes trailed up to Horacio Carrillo who answered the call. “Colonel Carrillo,” he introduced himself. Javier and Steve watched as their colleague took in the information on the other end of the line. Carillo erratically gestured for a notepad and pen, and Steve quickly threw him one his way. “Wait, wait… are you sure? Are you sure you saw him? How many eyes? With another man? Who? Who?” Carillo pressed pencil to paper and began to scribble the details down. “How many dead?... Shit, okay. We’re on our way now.”

Carrillo slammed the phone down on the hook and took a deep breath, rubbing his hands over his face in dismay. “We got eyes on La Quica,” he announced, and Steve immediately grabbed the handgun from his desk drawer and shoved it into his jeans. The whole office cheered, apart from Javier and Steve. This was good news considering the DEA had no lead whatsoever for the past three weeks, but if Carrillo’s demeanor over the phone was anything to go by, Javier and Steve knew they shouldn’t be celebrating just yet. “No. No,” Carrillo chanted, raising his voice in order to silence the rest of the department. “Three hookers. Dead. Shot.”

Javier froze up completely as he processed the words.

“By La Quica?” Steve beckoned, his voice dripping with venom.

“We don’t know. But we have eyes on him. He was seen.”

“Where?” Javier asked finally, his face expression stone cold.

Carrillo eyed Javier up and down, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. He knew it was the brothel that Javier frequented...and Javier Peña was quite unpredictable. So, after taking a brief moment to prepare for Javier’s reaction, Carrillo finally gave the name of the location. “Desiderio.”

Desiderio. It was the brothel where you worked. His eyes flicked over to the wallclock before his gaze met back with Carrillo’s dark eyes. He had literally been there, with you, two hours ago. If he had just gone two hours later… he could’ve put a stop to the attack. Hell, he could’ve been the one to find an arrest La Quica. But Javier’s hero complex was short lived when all he could think about was you.

“Do we have names?” Javier asked. “Who was killed?”

What if it had been you? What would Javier do then? You were younger than the other girls, polite and bright eyed. You were brand new to Colombia, and Javier swore you were too good for the dangerous life you had managed to get yourself caught up in. Being a sex worker in 1980’s Bogotá? It was only a matter of time something happened to you. 

“No names,” Carrillo confirmed. “Peña, with all due respect, I ask that you go in and investigate the scene. You know the girls better than anyone else in the department. Maybe you could identify some of the bodies.”

It was like time was frozen, and Javier felt sick to his core. Javier was used to death and bloodshed; this was a war on drugs - however, it hit different when it was close to home. When it was a place he had been, or it was people who he knew.

Javier Peña was a complicated man. He didn’t talk about himself or his feelings. Truth be told, he didn’t even let himself feel. But right now, as anger swirled in his stomach, he decided he wasn’t going to waste anytime at all. He paced back over his desk and grabbed his handgun before bolting to the car that was already waiting outside for him. All eyes followed Javier’s movements but no one dared to make a comment. Apart from Bill Stechner, of course.

“Not everyday you see the department of drug enforcement’s noted womanizer get worked up over a whorehouse shooting,” Bill commented, a smug grin playing on his lips. “Didn’t think agent Peña had it in him.”

“Shut the fuck up Bill.” Steve rolled his eyes, not even bothering to humour the CIA agent’s out-of-pocket remark. Everyone in the district knew about Javier Peña’s reputation with the ladies. But of course, you were new.

“The Search Bloc and I will go after La Quica. Steve, you stay on the down low with agent Peña and investigate the crime scene. We’ll have guards protecting you from outside the brothel.”

“I want to go after La Quica.” Steve argued but Carrillo pointed a finger.

“No. You stay with Javi. Partners,” Carrillo reminded the blonde haired man. “Besides, you’re the DEA’s best photographer.” Carrillo smirked, thrusting a Polaroid camera into Steve’s chest. Steve let out a low grumble in response, before shaking his head and following Javier out of the office. Partners. And right now, Steve saw the primal glint in Javier’s eye. Agent Peña was seeing red.

As both Javier and Steve were being transported to Desiderio, Javier made an attempt to dial a number on the carphone multiple times. Your number. Of course it was a dead line. And that only worked up Javier more. The never ending ringing sound signified that you weren’t there, and Javier’s heart was pounding against his chest. It was the same kind of adrenaline as when he found Helena tortured by Gacha’s men in Medellín. Steve knew better than to ask his friend who he was so desperately trying to call, but it was the last of his instincts to assume it was one of the sex workers from the brothel. Because renowned womanizer Javier Peña didn’t form attachments, especially not to women, right?

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At some point or another, you had passed out. Maybe you’d cried yourself to the point of exhaustion. Maybe the reality of what you had seen had hit you like a ton of bricks and you had fainted. How could you possibly know? But when Javier and Steve stormed the lobby of your workplace, you were laying on top of Rosa’s body, as still as could be. And that’s when Javier’s heart sank.

You weren’t moving, and his mind shot to the worst possible outcome. He raced over to you and fell on his knees, dragging your body off Rosa and cradling you in his arms. You were absolutely saturated in your best friends blood, and by holding you, now Javier was too. He briefly glanced down at Rosa and placed a hand on her forehead, trying to feel for any sign of warmth -  any sign of life. Javi sighed and ran his hand through his dark locks of hair before bringing it back down to you. He cooed your name a few times, desperate to earn some sort of reaction. Thankfully, on the third calling, you stirred a little, indicating that you were in fact alive.

Your perfect eyes fluttered open and in that moment, Javi swore his heart stopped. Thank God you were breathing. “You’re safe now,” Javier whispered. “I’ve got you.”

“Javi?” you asked in disbelief. Surely not. The way he was holding you was the most affectionate he’d ever been with you, and it felt like a dream. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe you were dead and this was your journey to the afterlife. God was finally giving you a chance with the one you loved so much. You said his name again, raising a shaky hand to cup his cheek. You brushed your thumb over his jaw and along his mustache, and when you smelt his familiar musky cologne, you knew you were somehow going to be okay.

Javier picked you up and carried you back to the car. “We have a survivor!”

Steve replied but to you it was just a haze. You could hardly keep your eyes open and when you did, everything was a blur. Your clothes were stuck to your skin, due to the mixture of blood, sweat and tears. You knew the second you were outside because the orange setting son burned against your skin. You stirred and mumbled, but Javier smoothed out your hair and hushed you. He opened the back seat of the DEA car and lay you down.

“Hey, hey listen, I’m DEA,” Javier whispered. “I don’t talk about it, but I’m here to help you. I need to head back inside now and help my partner out, but I won’t be long. I promise.” As Javier turned to leave, you grabbed his hand and he looked back at you.

“Please don’t go.” you sniffed, tears free falling down your cheeks.

And normally, Javier would’ve shrugged it off. He had a job to do, and he couldn’t just stick around you because you felt unsafe. They had counsellor’s back at the embassy for that. All he had to do was use the carphone and call them out. It wouldn’t take him two minutes. The only problem was, Javier didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want anyone else to hold you and comfort you. He wanted it to be him.

So, he swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and slid into the back seat next to you. He maneuvered your body so your head was resting against his jean clad lap, and he continued to smooth out your hair. Despite your red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, you were still so beautiful.

“Hermosa, what happened back there?” he asked quietly after a moment. Between you and Javier, there was never an uncomfortable silence. It was his job to find out, but asking you straight up when you were so clearly traumatized, felt insensitive. Nevertheless, what else was there to say? He had to do it sooner rather than later.

“I’m sorry.” Javier mused, closing his dark brown eyes as he mourned.

“They killed Rosa,” you whispered shakily, doing your absolute best to remain composed and not fall back into an abundance of tears. Javier looked out the car window and held back a sigh. Well, he knew they killed Rosa already. “And Juliet and Martzia.”

Javier didn’t know who Juliet and Martzia were, but his heart sank at the revelation. Three deaths that could’ve been stopped.

“La Quica,” you croaked, and Javier’s head snapped to face you. “Was his name. But there were two, I think.”

La Quica… that was the name Carrillo had come up with. It was who the DEA had spent so much time looking for. But two? That was the first he’d heard of it. Carrillo and the cop department only had eyes on La Quica.

“Do you know the name of the other man? Or what he looked like?”

You did. At one point, his name rang like bells in your ears. He was friends with Rosa, or so you had thought. You knew his name… you knew his face until suddenly you didn’t. You couldn’t make sense of it or understand it, but it was like everything that happened back there had just become a fuzzy blur. It still hurt so much but… you couldn’t match actions to faces, or names to bodies. All you could see was Rosa and her sacrifice. All you could see was the way her body fell to the ground, crumpled up in a pool of her own blood. And then the screams and cries.

“Are you okay?” Javier asked due to the delay in communication. Your mouth felt dry and your fingers felt numb. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, I can take you home, but the embassy is gonna want to interview you at some point in the near future. La Quica is dangerous, and I don’t know who this other guy is but I wouldn’t feel good about bringing you back to your apartment and leaving you there. I can send over additional security measures but, listen. I know you. And,” Javier took a deep breath not sure if he was about to regret the proposal. “If you’d prefer, you can come back to my place. Stay there for a few days. High security and you’ll be with me. Someone you know. I know that, if I was you, I wouldn’t wanna be alone right now.”

And for the very first time, your pretty plush lips curled into a smile. “You’d really do that for me?” You whimpered, nuzzling your face into his shirt.

“Of course.” Javier hummed, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead.

Was it unprofessional, inviting you over to live with him for the foreseeable future, the moment you had become an essential asset to the case? Yes. Fuck yes. But Javier Peña was not someone who played by the rules. He’d done this plenty of times before, when he shouldn’t have… but it was truly the right thing to do. Besides, you weren’t like any other informants. He knew you. He cared about you, more so than he’d like to admit.

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You were very sleepy, and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk all that much. Javier understood better than anyone. He helped you out the car, carried you through the embassy apartment complex, unlocked his door (albeit with great difficulty), threw his keys haphazardly on the kitchen counter and gently plopped you down on the brown leather couch. Pulled out a crocheted blanket, he wrapped it over you, ensuring your warmth. He padded into the kitchen and filled you a glass of tepid water before looking in the refrigerator. Empty. Javier didn’t cook. In fact, he rarely even ate. When he did eat, it was take-out or fast food. Something quick and easy that he didn’t have to bother with. But now he had company. He sighed, and closed the fridge, glancing back at your sleeping body. He figured he’d have to go grocery shopping.

He picked up the phone and dialled Steve’s number, but his wife, Connie was the one who picked up. “Hey Con, Steve there?”

“Yeah. But he’s pissed with you Javi.” Connie sighed on the other end of the line. Javier scowled. He understood. It seemed like he pissed off people quite easily.

“Could you put him on?”

Connie didn’t reply but judging from the scuffling, Javier assumed she was handing the phone to her husband.

“Javi,” (“Steve,”)

“What’s up?” (“I need to ask you a favour,”)

“After today’s stunt? Not a chance.” (“Y/N was a mess, Steve. One of her best friends died in the shoot-out. I wasn’t just going to leave her,”)

“Javier Peña. Ever the hero. What do you need?” (Groceries. She’s gonna be staying with me for a few days. I can use the time I spend with her to gain her trust. Try and work out what exactly went on,”)

“Javi, she’s vulnerable. She’ll need therapy. You really want to use her as an informant?” (We’ll get her therapy from the embassy. Steve, I don’t think we have any other choice.”)

“I just think it’s a bad idea, but, it’s your call Peña.” (“I’m going to head to the market before it closes. Can you or Connie come over to watch her? She’s asleep so she won’t be much trouble.”)

“We have Olivia.” (“So bring her. Or don’t. I don’t care. Steve, please.”)

Javier waited patiently through a silence followed by a long sigh. “Okay Jav, but you owe us. We’ll be over in five minutes.”

“Thanks Steve, I’ll see you soon.”

Javier put the phone down on the hook quietly and padded back over to the sofa where you slept, crouching down and taking your hand. You didn’t deserve this. You were so soft and full of life, and everytime Javier saw you at the brothel you were always beaming. You were too good for this life. He knew you’d get hurt, one of these days, but that didn’t mean it was right. And suddenly, Javier was filled with vengeance. He couldn’t bear to think how the shoot-out would come to affect you, but he knew, in that moment, he would seek justice. Too many deaths, too close to home. Javier whispered your name, his breath fanning over your ear. You were somewhere in between consciousness. You could feel his presence but everything felt so dream-like. “If you can hear me, I’m going to head to the store. Buy us some food, okay? I won’t be long, and I have friends who will be watching over you. You’ll be safe, I promise.” Javier said before pressing another kiss to your forehead. He just couldn’t resist it. You stirred upon feeling the bristle of his mustache graze your skin and he drew his face away, not wanting to wake you completely.

“Hi Liv,” Javi cooed, leaning down to Steve and Connie’s little girl and pulling a face.

“So that’s her?” Connie asked, putting Olivia down.

“Yeah,” Javier sighed, and began to introduce you.

“Why do I get the feeling that you know her?” Steve quirked an eyebrow and Javier felt his cheeks flush with heat. “Are you one of her regulars?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yeah, I suppose I am,” Javier retorted, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Con, if I’m gonna cook her dinner, what would you recommend?”

Connie stifled a laugh before turning to Steve. “Steve, you hungry? Javier’s offering to cook.”

“Hey that’s not what I meant--”

“He does owe us…” Steve smirked. “Paella sounds good.”

Fucking paella. 

“I could just bring her Taco Bell,” Javier considered out loud.

“I like paella.” Steve reiterated.

“Me too,” Connie agreed. “Paella is delicious.”

“Everyone likes paella.” Steve commented.

“Oh my god would you shut the fuck up about paella?” Javier groaned, causing Connie and Steve to laugh in unison. 

“Make her paella and bring us the leftovers,” Steve grinned, patting his friend on the shoulder. “And be quick about it.”

“Whatever, Murph.” Javier sighed, rolling his eyes before grabbing his wallet and car keys.

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Seeing Nina working as the supermarket cashier was the last thing Javier expected.

“Javi?” she smiled that familiar gorgeous smile, her eyes sparkling as she scanned through the items of food. “It’s so good to see you. Been a while.” she commented, her gaze not leaving the agent’s once. 

And for the first time in a long while, Javier smiled. The stress of the stake-out and investigating the brothel, and taking you home had been a lot on him, but seeing his ex-girlfriend helped bring him back down to earth. If Nina could even be called ‘ex-girlfriend’. It wasn’t ever official, but he and Nina had been fucking on and off for around 6 months last summer and Javier was actually committed to Nina during that time. She came into his life unexpectedly, to say the least.

“How long have you worked here?” Javier charmed as he bagged the groceries.

“Two months, it’s been good to get out of the house,” Nina grinned. “You're still working for the DEA I assume?”

“Yeah.” Javier hummed, quickly reminding himself of you and the way you were sleeping on his sofa. He looked back up from the bag of rice and at Nina. Come to think of it, she resembled you quite a bit. Same hair colour, eye colour, skin tone… only she wasn’t as distinct. She didn’t have that flare about her, like you did. Maybe Javier had a type after all. 

“I get off work now,” Nina announced, flicking her wrist upright and checking the time on her watch. “Are you busy or? I was thinking… it would be nice to catch up, maybe, if you wanted.” Nina ducked her head down awkwardly.

Javier didn’t forget about you once. He didn’t forget about the fact he had a traumatized sex worker sleeping on his couch, or how he’d invited his partner and his partner’s family over to watch over you while he got ‘groceries’. But catching up with Nina would be nice. The right thing to do would be to reject Nina, and perhaps make plans to see her when Javier wasn’t so swamped with work commitments (if he could even call you that). But this was Javier Peña. He supposed Steve and Connie could wait just a little while longer, besides, they’d never find out. Javier was a good liar. He could make up some excuse about having to travel to a different grocery store or something. So, he agreed.

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Nina’s apartment had barely changed since she and Javier had ended things. Still quaint, decorated with plants in every corner and full bookshelves. It was a clash of tongues and teeth as Nina navigated inside of her home, not pulling away from Javier once. She moaned against his lips and he grabbed onto her back, pinning her against the wall and knocking a few things off the coffee table.

“Missed this,” Javier confessed, nudging his nose against Nina. In the moment, he’d forgotten why he’d ended things in the first place. Nina wrapped her hands in Javi’s dark hair and tugged on the locks at the nape of his neck. Javier groaned wantonly and reattached his lips to hers as she let her hands maneuver down his body, unbuttoning his shirt and working at the zipper of his jeans. “Fuck Ni.”

She pulled off him and began to discard her clothes. “Bedroom Javi, I have condoms.” she hummed, taking Javier’s hand and guiding him through her apartment as if he didn’t already know the way. He’d never forgotten, really. 

This was wrong. On so many levels, this was wrong. He should be back home, with you. If anyone was to find out about this… well, Steve would be furious, for a start. But Javier genuinely couldn’t stop thinking about you. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, because if he wanted to be with you so bad he could easily just go back to his place and sit with you on the couch. The idea of that wasn’t the worst in the world. But also, he was about to get laid by Nina who looked so much like you… he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He was whipped. Thinking about your lips on his… your hands caressing his muscles. She might have resembled you, but she tasted different, her voice was different, and her attitude. She just wasn’t you. 

Once Javi was all wrapped up, he pushed into Nina, and settled deep, his movements rough and fast. He grabbed onto her tits and gave them a squeeze, but they just didn’t feel like yours. They’d do though, for now. His grunts and her moans filled the room as she chanted his name, and he could feel himself nearing orgasm. He dipped his head in the crook of her neck, biting down on her skin that just wasn’t as soft as yours, and as his dick throbbed inside of Nina, and when he reached his climax, he made the biggest mistake of all.

He gasped your name like it was the sweetest prayer to leave his lips. He was fucking Nina but shit, he said your name.

Javier Peña said your name.

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[yakocchi]

Kiss x Kiss x Kiss (Collection Event) // Count

hope youve been having a wonderful new year / new years eve so as u probably know, there’s an Event to coincide with “Season” 2.5. it’s honestly very... meh. not sure what purpose it serves besides giving exposition for new chara(s) to easily move in. which. ok

the appeal of these mini-stories is that it comes with sounds, which imo should be in all stories to begin with. i guess it would get a little old since they probably wouldnt make like 20+ clips for each chara

Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

His kisses… never fail to make me lose myself in them…

...

[Kara]: “Nn- Count…” [Count]: “Kara…” That night, I accompanied the Count to a party… where we were sharing kisses on the balcony. Paired with the mood of being alone together, my own mood stirred in excitement, our lips melding over and over again. Whenever I moved away, rendered breathless, he would kiss me endlessly once more, and my mind went completely blank. (I want more… more of this…)

[Kara]: “…nh-!” I was lost in his sweet kisses, when I realized voices were coming this way.

[Kara]: “Count, someone’s comi— Nnh-!” [Count]: “Shh…”

I thought that he was going to stop— when he deeply devoured my lips instead. (Even though… there’s others nearby, he’s…) He defiled my mouth as if to mercilessly drag the pleasure out from within,  the hand around my waist leisurely petting me.  [Kara]: “Ha-, nh-…”

I knew that this was indeed taboo, but my body reacted so candidly, against the faint remnants of my reason.

Even though they were unaware of our presence, having others close by us seemed to further rouse the obscene excitement of it all more than ever. (For a feeling like this… to be within me…) The kisses continued to where it became difficult to even breathe…

And eventually, I could hear the departing footsteps of those who had been nearby.

[Count]: “…-Hah,” [Kara]: “ngh-… What, are you doing...?” Raggedly panting, with my face flushed scarlet I rebuked his actions— and a naughty smile danced on his lips. [Count]: “I was merely blocking so you wouldn’t make a sound.” [Kara]: “Jeez…” (He’s - so calm right now. Even though my own heart is furiously beating…) My heartbeat still restless, I place a hand to my chest when…

[Kara]: “Wah-!” My body was gently lifted into his embrace— And as if to soothe me, he gave a tender kiss.

[Kara]: “A-, bel…?” His eyes, with a love concealed within them, turn to me, and my sour mood melts away entirely.

[Count]: “I apologize. …You were just too adorable, I could not help but want to take you.”

I had thought that he was calm, composed; but when I stared deep into his gold irises, a (burning) passion different from his typical elegance flickered within… ⋆1 I could sense that he wanted me.

[Count]: “Your angry face is adorable too, but… Let us pamper our dear Princess.”  [Kara]: “…ngh-“ He dropped one more firm kiss (to my lips), and once more, my heart leaped with a thump.

Carrying me in his arms, he takes us in the direction of the guestrooms. ⋆2 Coupled with the sound of my beating heart, my immoral anticipation for what will happen from here instinctively swells.

(…Abel’s kisses, are like magic.)

No matter the time or place, A single kiss of his envelops me in an unparalleled joy—

FIN

⋆1: The imagery is supposed to be like how a flame will flicker. this is bit easier to connect in JP bc “passion” has the character for “heat” in it. to try to ensure one will think “fire” and not smth like “lightbulb”, I added a (burning). ⋆2: The specific phrase she uses to describe her being carried is more commonly used for babies (cradling a baby sort of thing). the actual position is obviously a bridal/princess carry, but the implication n stuff

…

i really want the new year’s card, but the gacha for it is extremely brief (half a month). idk why? i guess new years would be old news by mid jan, but maybe they shouldve started it earlier?

i would rather try for the other gacha as this might be my last chance at getting his anniv card + im missing his idol card (i have leo’s and will’s, so u can see how my attempts on the idol gacha went). but... the story.....

as always, thanks for reading! 

#ikevamp comte #ikevamp #spoilers #i think this post is hidden for some but uh #not my problem that this site is discreet abt wats hidden

[nightowlfandom]

Anime! Fictional! BTS x Real World! Reader- Welcome To My World~ Episode 2

Read the other chapters- Episode 1

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

On the previous Episode of “Welcome To My World’

“Get out of here you little-.” you chased the dog out of your room, slamming your door as it scurried off.~...

“I think it’s cute to be honest. Y/N here actually has a hobby besides stalking celebrities online.”~...

“...You just do.” you nudged her shoulder. “You just go for it and hope. Go for it.”~...

“Starting new game....now”~...

...

Everything was dark. You couldn’t even open your eyes. You were aware of your surrounding all while being frightened at the same time. Did you collapse? Were the graphics too strong for you to handle?

“Shh, I think she’s still sleeping!”

“She’s been asleep for hours! Should we call someone?”

“No! She looks like she’s about to wake up.”

You let out a loud groan, feeling your head pounding with pain. 

“Honey! Is everything okay?”

There was a gentle hand on your forehead which eased all pain you felt. “Hm?” 

“You passed out. We told you not to go out when you were sick! You’re lucky we caught you before you made it out the door.”

You suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of Deja-Vu, where have you heard this before?

You finally found it in yourself to open your eyes. Three men were standing over you. All looking very familiar. The first guy breathed a sigh of relief before wiping his eyes. “Love, You scared me!”

“She scared all of us!” The next in line snapped. “Y/N you can’t do that!” he glared down at you.

“...” Your eyes scanned over the three. “W-wha- HOLY SHIT!” You let out a loud scream. You began thrashing your body, falling off the couch in the process. Despite your head still hurting, you scrambled to your feet.

“Hey! Easy!!” a guy with pale blonde hair ushered up to you.

Kim Namjoon: Wealthy Playboy With A Dark Secret.

“Huh...” the words appeared in front of you like magic, yet it appeared that only you were able to see them. They slowly faded out at the next guy spoke.

“Be easy on her!”

Kim Taehyung: Singer With A Heart Of Gold

“I say we knock some sense into her so it doesn’t happen again.”

Min Yoongi: Rapper With A Hot Temper

“Woah.” you whispered. Wait, were you in the game?! This was exactly like the intro to the first BTS Universe game. 

~Try To Get Their Attention OR ~Remain Quiet.

You stared at the floating words in front of you. Try to get their attention or remain quiet. You focused on the three who were all arguing over you. Where was your mom? Mr. Chai? Nari?! You finally made your choice.

“Um...excuse me?” your voice captured their attention. “C-could someone tell me what’s happening?” 

“What happened is that instead of going to bed, you tried to go in to work against our wishes.” Namjoon crossed his arms. “Any questions?”

“Um...yes?” you dared to say. “Where am I?”

“At the penthouse. We bought you back last night.” Taehyung smiled. “You seem to be feeling better though!” 

“Y-yeah...Um I gotta use the bathroom” you replied....Where the fuck would that be? You allowed yourself to walk away down a long hall. “Bathroom....Bathroom. Aha!”

You stared at yourself in he bathroom mirror. You looked like a 3-D rendered version of yourself. “This is real?” you shuddered. “Um...What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

~Wash Your Face OR ~Check Your phone

“My phone?” you began digging around through your pockets until you felt your phone. You stared at the screen and the words ‘BTS WORLD’ flashed across the screen.

“Stats, closet, gacha?” you raised an eyebrow. Curious, you pressed it which pulled up one of those cool Gachapon Machines.

Spend gold stars, or diamonds?...

“How many diamonds do I have?”

You have...90,000 Stars and 9000 diamonds!

You were about to click something else when a knock came at the door.

“H-hello?” you called. 

“Open up!” a gruff voice answers. 

As if not being able to control yourself, you opened the car door.

Jung Hoseok : King of The Crime Underworld

“How long were you gonna take in there?” he seethed. 

“Oh! I’m sorry.” you didn’t know what else to say.

“Sure you are.” he huffed. “..Why do you look like that?” he glared at you. 

“I just woke up.” you guessed. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Ugh, stop apologizing.” he rolled his eyes. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Breakfast?..Ummm pancakes?”

“Hm...Hey...you look different.” he mused. 

Well you definitely didn’t look like the regular typical visual novel MC...

“I like it.” he smirked. “Keep this look.”

“Oh..Um...okay.” you laughed nervously. You didn’t expect that. ‘Um...I’ll be done in a bit.”

“Hm, very well. Be downstairs in ten minutes.” he said before walking off. 

...(Downstairs)

You awkwardly sat between Hoseok and Namjoon, great...You absentmindedly played with your food, still trying to grasp the edges of what the hell was going on. How did you get trapped in a game! 

“Hm, cat got your tongue?”

You looked up to whoever spoke.

Kim Seokjin: Cold Blooded Lawyer

~Answer Kindly OR Answer Rudely

“Better Play It Safe...” You thought. “Um...No, my head just hurts.” you lied. “It’s nothing.”

“Oh no! Do you need me to take a look at it?”

“You’re always looking for an excuse to get her alone!”

Park Jimin: World Renowned Designer 

Jeon Jungkook: The Charming Doctor

You stared at everyone in front of you. This was real. You all sat at a dining table. You looked around at everyone who were eating and speaking amongst themselves.

“No, I’ll be fine.” you shook your head. “I think I just need to rest today.” you gritted. And find out how the hell you were gonna get home. You were sure your parents were worried sick about you.

“If you want I can give you a checkup.” Jungkook winked. “Come to my room if you’re interested.”

“Please, you’re the last person Y/N would go to for a checkup.” Namjoon scoffed. It was then you felt a strange touch on your leg. “Leave your perverse thoughts to yourself.” Namjoon leaned close and whispered in your ear. “Unless you want me to give you a checkup.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you slowly rose from your spot at the table. “N-no. Really, I’m just gonna go to bed” you scurried off. “See you guys!”

“Am I really in the game?” you asked as you stared at your surrounded. BTS: Universe was the very first game you’ve ever played, so you didn’t even know if you remembered the events of the game all the way. 

You finally found your room and barricaded yourself inside, letting out a loud scream. 

‘WHAT THE- HOW THE-....The disc.” you began rambling. “How am I gonna-” you slapped a hand over your forehead. Usually when you played games like these, you played...dirty.

You chose all the lewd choices, did everything humanely possible with each character, and were basically an entirely different person when it game to playing the games. What were you gonna do now?

“I got to get out of here.” you leaned against the door and sat down. 

End of Episode 2...

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[readerinsertfanfiction]

The Bae’st of All

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Kyubae the bae’st bae of all aka Kyubei

Prompt: Seeing how Kyubei is named after an alias that the real Mitsuhide Akechi used (Juubei) the chances of fans getting a Kyubei route from Cybird are slim. However, it is simply impossible not to fall for this man. He is too good. So here have my attempt at writing a route.

The key of the previous chapter was (Romantic/Dramatic):

+4/+4

+4/+2

+2/+4

A/N: another avatar challenge coming up today. Oh my, oh my...

Chapters:

1.1| 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 4.1 | 4.2 | 5.1 | 5.2 | 6.1 | 6.2 | 7.1 | 7.2 | 8.1 | 8.2 | 9.1 | 9.2 | 10.1

Avatar Challenge 1 | 3.1 Gacha POV | 1st Letter | 5.2 Gacha | Avatar Challenge 2 | 2nd Letter | Avatar Challenge 3 | 3rd Letter

I gape at Kyubei in surprise, still rather dumbfounded at his appearance in front of me even though it had been announced.

(But no time for that! I have to go!)

The chaos outside is reaching for my room as I take his hand into mine. I'm immediately pulled up by Kyubei who smoothly jumps back from the window and carries me with him as if I weigh nothing. Our eyes meet for a second as our noses nearly brush, but the flash of his smile is gone when I find myself clinging onto his back.

"Hold tight."

He doesn't need to tell me so twice as I wrap my arms over his shoulders. The smell of tea and incense is mixed with that of fresh rain as I feel the damp in his clothes soak through the layers I wear.

(Aren't you cold?)

I wonder this, but keep quiet, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention as Kyubei stealthily moves himself over the roofs of the forest temple and leaps into the forest.

The night is chilly because of the constant rainfall and I had taken care not to forget Kyubei's haori, but I fear it may not be enough to keep warm, or even dry. Not him and not the both of us.

The sound of an arrow landing with a thud in a tree nearby is what startles me, my head instinctively turning into the direction of its sound.

"Opposite, [Name]."

Correcting me Kyubei comes to a stop in the darkness, his back turning toward the shot tree as his hold around my legs tighten.

"Hah! Too predictable."

Motonari's voice sounds distinct as he scoffs at Kyubei, the wicked smile that I have come to be familiar with hidden in the darkness of the night. There is another shade, lither, shorter, but graceful like a lady. The deep voice that accompanies it, however, is male.

"Never would have expected you to turn your back on your lord for a woman."

The voice is bored, as if unsurprised despite the claim, as if mocking Kyubei with a hint of disappointment. I don’t think I have met this man before, but his presence here is enough to tell me that he is just another thread in this complicated web of betrayal and partnerships.

“It has been a long while lord Kichou.”

Kyubei seems to know who the man is, addressing him by a name I have only heard of so far. The one who was supposedly Nobunaga’s wife in my time, but was a hostage here in this timeline.

(Kyubei also told me how Kichou and Mitsuhide are distant cousins, I wonder if they’re close? The two of them seem to be familiar with each other.)

"And where do ye suppose ye will take the wench?"

Motonari cuts in harshly, his voice sharp but amused, as if he is part of an interactive audience instead of part of the spill in the plot. I can feel Kyubei stiffen as he steps away from the pair, more shadows appearing in the woods. Dark shadows, though none of them monks, I notice.

“I told you, Kennyo is too soft. He let them escape.”

The one called Kichou speaks once more, his voice low and scathing, disapproving but undeterred. As if he had known this was to happen. I swallow thickly as I wonder what this will mean for Kennyo and his men. Will it be betrayal? Will the gentle monk I have come to known be alright?

“Don’t insult the monk’s cunning with your worries.”

Kichou seems to sense my anxiety as he gives me a scathing answer. Despite my silence the man is definitely hitting close to guessing my thoughts.

(Definitely related to Mitsuhide.)

“The monk might be cunning, but he didn’t figure out the plot in which he was trapped. Though you have, haven’t you?”

The words of the man are sharp as they are directed at Kyubei who doesn’t respond, his silence more confirming and damning than anything else right now.

“Enough talk, more chaos!”

Feeling Kyubei’s hold around my legs tighten I remain where I’m as he carefully takes steps back, trying to stay out of Motonari’s reach.

Motonari breaks the silence as he steps forward, the glint of a sword reflecting through the night as he approaches us, his silhouette clearer now that he comes closer.

(I should get off Kyubei’s back.)

(Tighten hold.)

…

“Enough, let those two go. There is only a cliff behind them anyway.”

Motonari comes to a halt at Kichou’s words, his red eyes disapproving as he glares at the both of us.

“As if I don’t know that, but wouldn’t it be much more fun to see that fox’s capable hand fall down to the likes of us?”  

The laugh of the pirate is honing as it is icy and I wonder what exactly his motives are within this plot if he is so eager to take out a pawn in his plot. From the back Kichou exhales deeply, the sound of a cloak rustling as he turns his back at us, the lithe and graceful form moved deeper into the shadows as he left us.

“Whatever, not like history will miss him.”

The words are bitter as I hold my breath, wondering what was going to happen now that Motonari was alone.

There was so much going on. Has Kyubei truly betrayed Mitsuhide? What did Kichou mean earlier? What is going on?

Feeling my mind swirling it was hard to focus on the present, but I knew I had to as Motonari advanced closer, his lips curling up into a smile.

“The wench is confused, maybe I should spell it out for her?”

Kyubei’s shoulder tenses at that, and the dread I felt earlier tightens and coils around in my heart as I can’t pull my eyes away from Motonari who is smiling like he had won the lottery.

“Not like she won’t find out anyway.”

The words are ominous as Motonari slashes his sword at us, Kyubei stumbles back to dodge the blade, a rush of wind from behind indicating that there wasn’t much ground left anymore to stand on, literally.

“Either drop her or suffer the blade.”

Motonari’s options are cruel, but his eyes shimmer confidently as Kyubei simply bows.

“Then we fall together.”

And with that Kyubei turns off the cliff, the cackling laughter of Motonari the only thing following us down before the rush of air takes over and adrenaline drums into my ears.

Somehow I’m pulled into a warm embrace against his chest and when we hit the water it is Kyubei who breaks through its surface first.

(You’re always quietly helping me. Always quietly doing everything. Always quietly fading away.)

It was with luck that we hadn’t hit anything on our way down. Even more when we found a cave somewhere near in which we could hide from wind and rain until day came again. One lit fire later with some lucky dry wood and leaves and the two of us are shivering around the flame drenched to the bone and cold.

“Are you alright, my lady?”

Kyubei’s voice sounds ragged, clearly exhausted by the swim and from the fall. Somewhere I can also hear something else, but I can’t quite place it as I reach out for him, noticing a flush.

“You’re clammy.”

I state solemnly, feeling the heat underneath his skin yet cool perspiration. He tries to laugh it off, but I grip my hold tighter around his hand as another reaches for his face, cupping his cheek.

“You’re running a fever.”

The realisation fills me with dread as I realise once more what lengths Kyubei is willing to go for his goals. He doesn’t need to say it for me to understand, I just have to watch him to know, feel the fever running through him as Kyubei finally slumps against the wall of the cave.

“As long as you’re safe.”

It is all he answers me with as I feel a bile rising up in my throat, my earlier questions all fading to the back as I start to pull off the damp layers of his clothes.

“My lady.”

“Shut up, you need to warm up.”

The tone of my voice leaves no room for discussion and Kyubei relents as he moves along to get himself out of the cold layers.

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[peachebunnys]

The Pinkest Passion

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x reader

a/n: I apologize for the long hiatus, this one shot is like 70% plot 30% smut and most of it is spent dissing Poison <3  

warnings: sex pollen smut ; light choking, degradation, slight cum eating, male masturbation, dirty talk  [18+ ONLY]  mentions of violence, brief mention of death

8.2k 

“Those fuckers won’t know what’ll hit them, and if the—”

The static of the radio cracks, and the rest of the conversation dulls in comparison to the ringing that emits from the old device. The car engine drones on, getting hotter by the minute as the men continue to observe the large compound from a street away. The windows were wound down, and the scorching heat that came with Colombia’s summers felt like a blowtorch that slowly dragged over every exposed inch of your body. 

To say you felt like you were on fire was an understatement, and as the beads of sweat trickled down your damp temple, you had half a mind to remove all your clothes right there and then. The bulletproof vest you had on was stuck to you like a second skin, with the material constricting your breathing slightly. For a while, you thought, maybe I could take it off just for a while. You regulated your breaths in hopes to exert as little energy as possible, fiddling with your fingers nervously as the vehicle continued humming on. 

Fuck, if only you could ease off the protective gear to cool down - but he wouldn’t allow it now, would he? 

Such a prude, he’s probably never seen a naked body in his life by the looks of it -- and the only thing he’s fucking on the daily is Escobar and our sleep schedule. You huffed, leaning back against the warm leather seat in discomfort, shaking away thoughts of the colonel as you continued mindlessly fiddling with your fingers.

The skies were now dark, with a blanket shade of prussian blue that was perfect for a raid mission like this one. There were barely any stars above, and the lack of twinkling had only added to your growing uneasiness of how this mission would turn out. 

You tried to lean back, digging your knees into the leather seat in front of you. The warm surface against your pants was uncomfortable, which made you move yet again, in hopes to find a better arrangement. The man who occupied that space in front of you grunted in annoyance, shifting rather exaggeratedly to make a display of the emotion you had just invoked in him. You merely scoffed at the sight, irritated at his childish behaviour and how he had unapologetically pushed you back into your seat.

What’s gotten into him today? 

Your eyebrows raised in confusion at his sudden odd behaviour. You’ve never seen him this uptight on a mission before, and with the way he was acting right now had you wondering if there was a buried sense of fear that he wasn’t showing to the world. 

Was he … scared? What could make him so unsettled, especially when he was right in his element? 

That thought alone had only made your heart dip, pounding in your stomach as you tried to focus on something else, anything that would keep you from thinking about the possible doom that awaited you. This mission was certainly no easy one, and with an unknown substance that stood between you and Escobar, you certainly were losing hope of being able to win this battle. 

You weren’t usually one to have your feathers easily ruffled by the colonel but you’d now blame it on this awful predicament the four of you were stuck in. Every small movement and sound had made you feel like the other occupants in the car were barely tolerable, driving you up the wall with each gesture they made. On top of the heat that was no doubt growing by the second, the wait for the man himself was causing dread as the night went on.

 “He should be here by now,” The man who sat in front of you spoke up, breaking the silence that was starting to feel almost suffocating. His voice was laced with a tinge of anger, along with restlessness that brewed from the long nights spent on carefully planning this raid. Horacio had let out a soft sigh as he eyed the way Javier merely shrugged at him with uncertainty, leaning back in disappointment at the lack of response. This raid was supposed to be it, the night they finally caught Escobar right in his tracks. But as the minutes went on, it seemed like that glimpse of hope was slowly dying out - like a flickering candle dancing with the wind. 

Horacio ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the steering wheel, turning his head to watch the row of cars parked behind him through the side view mirrors. The headlights of the vehicles were all off, blending well into the night as the tall grass that surrounded the large compound served as the perfect cover. You leaned your head against the door frame, staring out to the night sky as you tried your best not to look back at Horacio, who was unsubtly watching you from the reflection.

Ever since the night of Gacha’s passing - in which you had drunkenly kissed the colonel, things had started to become more heated between the both of you. Fleeting touches, lips that barely hovered over yours, and faint smiles that implied more arrogance than cheek, were instances that had no doubt left you squirming and wanting more. 

The man was a tease, and with each passing day, you felt the need for him grow as he continued taunting you ever so subtly.

The memory of that night floods your thoughts, and the vivid image of his half lidded eyes and soft moan as you pulled away from the passionate kiss, was one you were sure would burn into your mind for a long time. His lips tasted faintly of bourbon, a drink he would regularly nurse whenever he was stressed or frustrated. It was downright intoxicating, and just once, did you wish he would leave his straight laced demeanor just to indulge in that need you know was manifesting in him too.

 “Maybe he’s running a bit late, after all, he did have a special shipment from Mexico today.” Javier drummed his fingers against the dashboard, fingering the buttons of the radio as a way to pass time during this wait. Steve, who was silent for the most part, leaned forward to rest his hand on Javier’s arm, patting his partner reassuringly as he spoke up, “Yeah, that could be it. His men did mention something about it being a special type of drug, harder stuff I reckon. Do you think he’s leaving cocaine for this new drug that he’s bringing in?”

“No, I don’t think so. It was a one batch order that was quite a hassle for them to even transport over, I doubt Escobar would place his chances on something this troublesome.” Javier leaned back into his seat, stretching his arms out to rid the weariness that was starting to take over him. The distinct sound of the lighter rang in your ear, and you caught a glimpse of the man lighting up his cigarette before he spoke up yet again. 

“I heard this stuff is toxic, but no one really knows in what form though.” Javier takes a drag and puffs out a cloud of smoke, thinking pensively as he lazily taps out the ashes of the bud. “Intel said that even Escobar doesn’t know how strong this thing is, but whatever it is, we best stay clear of it.”

“Intel huh? Javi, this better not be one of your one night stands that gives us unverifiable sources.” Steve fishes out a manila coloured file, flipping through the pages quickly in search of something you couldn’t quite care less about. You continued watching the field of tall grass, tuning out the men in your car to listen to the soothing sound of crickets in hopes of easing the weight on your shoulders.

The drug lord’s newest hideout was beautiful, and as you stared at it from the dirt road about a mile away, you noticed the peculiar decorations that spanned across the yard that only enhanced the charm of that treacherous place. 

“Huh,” Steve’s hushed voice breaks you from your thoughts, earning a disinterested glance from you as he shoved the thin file into your palms, “It says here the drug is pink, like really fucking pink - it’s not something we’ve seen before.”

Pink? What the hell was inside this thing?

You flipped through the folder yourself, reading through the little information that was annotated at the side of the page. The words were barely legible that was made worse with the poor lighting from streetlights that were few and far in between. 

Fuck, this couldn’t be good now can it? 

“-- Causes uneasiness in the system, 

Patients experience varying levels of hyper-sensitivity and awareness, 

Heart rates spike at an alarming rate,  

Patients are seen to experience hyperhidrosis --”

“Hyperhidrosis?”

“Some medical term for excessive sweating, should’ve put that one in the footnote.”

“This doesn’t sound good Javi, we don’t even know what we’re up against. These guys have the upper hand, and if we go in blind like tha-”

“We may not ever get this chance again,” Horacio’s voice is rough, and it booms throughout the tiny vehicle. “This is the only fucking shot we’ve got, and it’s on us to make it work. Look, we may not be well equipped to go against this- this thing that they’ve got. But one thing’s for sure, it’s not going to kill us. Why else would Escobar personally transport it back himself if it was so deadly?”

The long awaited vehicles were finally in view, lighting up the road that was parallel to where you were parked. A trail of a dozen cars drove straight into the mansion, lighting up the area as they entered the compound. One by one, the cars packed with armed men drove into the area easily, unloading the boot that was filled to the brim with the strange drug.

 “Looks like they’re finally here,” Javier loaded his pistol and slotted it into his holster, adjusting the rest of his equipment before turning to look at Horacio, “It’s best if we move out soon, and quietly.”

Horacio lowered the binoculars that he held firmly in his hands, giving a slight nod to Javier before signalling for his men to be on their guard. You could feel your heart hammer in your chest, and as Horacio slammed the jeep door shut, you felt the impact snap you out of your trance. 

Sure, you may have done raid missions more times than you could count, but there was just something different about this one that had you feeling more unease than adrenaline. This fucking drug, there was just something about it that didn’t sit right with you - the very thought of the most notorious drug dealer in the world getting his hands on it, had almost made you puke. 

“Are you alright back there?”

You glanced up to see Horacio’s eyes glued on you, studying you with sharp eyes as you did your best to regulate your breathing again. Under the moonlight, he looked much softer than he usually did, and you felt your heart flip when he leaned his arms against the window frame. You simply nodded, holding your right palm firmly against your chest as you answered his question, “Just peachy colonel, the vest is just too tight, that’s all.”

You caught a glimpse of concern that flashed across his eyes, before it quickly went back to the cold, unfeeling expression that he usually had. “That’s the point isn’t it, agent? So that it’ll keep you safe?” He opens the door for you, allowing you to step out before locking all the doors. “Come on, you’re with me for this one.”

His men were all gathered around your jeep, awaiting orders from Horacio as the four of you ran through the plan once more. It was now or never, you thought, we will finally bring down the whole cartel. 

The plan was simple - to put it loosely. Three easy steps. Search Bloc would surround the parameters of the mansion, awaiting orders from Horacio to move in. The tall, uncut grass would serve as the best guise under the pale moonlight, concealing all of you in plain sight - perfect for the surprise ambush. Escobar and his men would be none wiser when the Search Bloc finally moved in, arresting everyone they could get, as well as bringing back the bags of drugs to use as evidence. 

This will work… Won't it? 

The sound of the crickets chirp on as Horacio instructs his men very carefully on what was to happen. They all nod in agreement before splitting up in teams, readying themselves for the green light that would no doubt come soon. Horacio and you walked towards the edge of the plantation, feeling the cracking of dirt under the soles now replaced with mud that sank with each step you took. Horacio had looked at you for a brief moment, smiling as earnestly as he could, he silently assured you that everything would be alright. 

“I’ll be right by your side in this fight, we can do this.”

Your palm claps against his large bicep, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. A smile grew on your face, feeling a blush creep up your neck. 

“Of course we can, Colonel.”

Horacio simply nods at you and surveys the area once more with his binoculars. As soon as the coast was clear, he turned his back towards you to signal to his men his approval.  

“Let’s move out!”

The ground was soft, a result of the rain that barely poured down a few hours prior. The mud squelched with each step you took towards the fences, soaking the soles of your boots completely. You hugged your pistol tightly against your vest as you crouched next to Horacio, studying the men who were unloading the foreign substance into trolleys that were being pushed into the home. 

The air was humid, and your skin burned hotter than it did back in the car. You glanced over at Horacio, watching him look through his binoculars, looking out for any blindspots that may ruin the chances of the mission being successful. He was on his knees next to you, and you could feel the warmth radiate off his body yet again. You’ve always known him to be somewhat like a human heater, emitting heat from his palms with each time he touched you. 

His jaw was clenched, eyes focused on the sight before him, and you caught yourself marveling at how handsome he looked like this. You turned your head back to the men in the compound, studying the way they interacted with each other as they carried the bags of drugs out in their hands. With each step they took, there was a stumble that no doubt came soon after. 

Drunk. 

These men were very visibly drunk. 

There was no sign of Escobar himself, and you wondered if he even came back to this hideout with the rest of his men. Javier and Steve were a good five feet away from the two of you, blocked from sight by the muted olive green plants that were over four feet tall. You could hear Javier’s voice, low and hushed, whispering a set of instructions to his partner who was right next to him. Horacio’s device came alive, with crackled, muffled voices from his men, that indicated to him that Escobar was nowhere in sight. 

You could hear the falter in his voice as he called out to all units, telling them to continue on as planned when he gave the signal. “We can still bring in some of his men, all will not be lost on this mission.” His breath was hot, feeling it ghost over your shoulder as he craned his neck to get a better view amidst the dense plantation. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, and you busied yourself in checking your equipment, ready for the signal that would no doubt come sooner than you would think. 

Horacio’s eyes darted around the various men chortling and singing loudly, and for a brief moment, he held up his device to give yet another instruction. 

Pause.

The last man walked through the foyer, barely juggling six bags of drugs as he smiled at his friends from within the compound. Horacio had caught sight of Poison, who was at the furthest end of the entrance holding two bags himself with glee. 

It was now or never.

“Now!”

Horacio rushed in and easily jumped over the fence, clutching his rifle in his large hands before shooting at the man who had made the unfortunate mistake of walking out. 

Thump. 

And just like that, a man was dead. 

Two shots, and the body fell back with the impact, alerting the rest of Escobar’s men inside the mansion. There was a brief moment where time stood still, everyone staring at the lifeless body with morbid curiosity and confusion. 

The plants had soon started rustling, indicating the approach of more Search Bloc men that were finally stepping out of the shadows. The rest of the Search Bloc closed in behind Horacio, causing panic amongst the tipsy men who struggled to pull out their weapons on time. Everything happened too quickly, with Escobar’s men scrambling in all directions as they tried to shoot at you. 

Horacio was right by your side, shielding you from men who popped out from your blindspots. The two of you worked together like a well-oiled machine, covering each other’s backs from any potential threats that lurk from the dark corners of the mansion. The lights were barely on throughout the safe house, and despite the harsh moonlight that seeped in through the glass windows, the visibility was still rather poor. Search Bloc men were scattered all over the place, chasing after the men that were fleeing from the site. Horacio and you, however, were focused on finding either one of Escobar’s right hand men amidst the veil of darkness. This was possibly the only thing that could still salvage this mission. 

Bullets whirred through the air, with some missing you by a small margin. The familiar sound of gunshots resonated through the night as you moved closer to the heart of the compound. It was about forty-five minutes after the men’s arrival at the hideout, and there were already walls of pink drugs that lined the brightly-lit living room. The packages were similar to the ones that bagged an ounce of cocaine, with the only difference being the striking colour of the different substance. 

You caught a glimpse of Poison, who was in the midst of dashing across the empty courtyard, clutching the drug close to his stomach. He was dressed in his usual getup, with a cream coloured shirt paired with jeans to match. Despite the poor visibility in the compound, his appearance was a stark contrast to his dark surroundings - that was further accentuated with the moonlight that shined upon him. You pulled your pistol up quickly, hands steady as you followed the path he took to escape. Your pointer finger hovered over the trigger, waiting for the right moment when he finally crossed your line of vision - and when he did, you finally pulled the trigger. 

 Missed. 

Fuck. 

You nudged at Horacio, who had just knocked out a man with the butt of his rifle, pointing at the direction in which Poison had gone. If there was anyone who would be able to give insightful information about Pablo Escobar, Poison was that guy. Catching him would certainly bring you closer to arresting the notorious drug dealer, and that sparked a sense of hope that all was not lost in this raid. This would be your best bet yet.

You took a quick glimpse at Javier and Steve, who were around the corner pinning down one of the men they had managed to tackle. Too occupied with cuffing the criminal, the both of them had completely missed the way you were watching them from across the room. 

Looks like it’s down to Horacio and I to run after Poison, huh?

Horacio’s hand was on yours, guiding you in the direction of where Poison had just sprinted to just moments prior. The two of you raced across the courtyard, finding yourselves staring at two staircases that led to the roof of the building. Without a word passed between the two of you, you instinctively split up, racing up the two flights of stairs whilst following the trail of mud that painted the tilted floors. The marks had led all the way to the roof of the building, and you found yourself alone with only your pistol to fend with. 

The air was cooler here, with gentle winds blowing through your hair as you hid behind a concrete wall next to the stairwell. The lights from the floor below lit up the area, brightening the parapet to your convenience. You steadied your breathing as softly as you could, studying the muddy footprints that led behind the wall you now stood in front of. 

He was here. 

There were soft unsteady pants that came behind you, and your heart raced as it got closer and closer. With each step the unknown figure took, there was a distinctive sound of mud squishing against the cool cement ground. You straightened your back and leaned as close to the wall as possible, awaiting the moment when the stranger were to finally show themselves. 

The scent of cologne had filled the air, one that you weren’t quite familiar with. It was strong and sweet, catching you off guard with the pleasant whiff. Poison had finally come into view, with his distinctive slicked back mullet hairdo jutting out from the side of the wall and into your line of sight. You immediately pounced forward, throwing him off balance before he knocked the side of his pistol against your cheek, instantly drawing blood from the impact. The coolness of the metal had soon left your face, and you staggered back by the sheer force of the swift punch. 

You aimed your gun directly at his chest but he manages to push it away before it fires, effectively shooting the bullet in the air with no harm done to him. He twists your wrists, an attempt to weaken your grasp on the handgun, which fails as your left hand moves swiftly to punch him in the nose. You hear the distinct sound of his bone cracking and his blood drips out of his nose a second later - colouring his thick moustache as his face contorts in anger. 

You managed to dodge the next punch he threw, missing it by a hair’s breadth before noticing his leg swinging to kick you in the knee. You fell back instantly, immediately grateful to the vest for cushioning your fall a bit. The handgun in your possession had now been knocked away, flung several feet away into a nook you couldn’t quite reach. Your eyes widened as you watched Poison edge closer to your body, pointing his shimmering pistol straight at you. 

The air was still, and for a split second, it felt like the world had stopped moving completely. Poison let out a soft scoff, smirking over the pathetic situation that you had found yourself in - which would end badly if you didn’t do something within the next few seconds. You lifted your right leg up, positioning to kick his knees so that his balance would falter. But Poison was far too quick for your liking, catching your foot as soon as it went up. He instinctively elbowed your shin, causing you to cry out in pain as you pulled your legs up and against your chest - curling up into a ball after the impact.

His breathing is laboured, and he pants as he leans forward, watching you with hawk-like eyes. 

“Drop the fucking weapon, Poison.”

A familiar voice shouted at the man who hovered over you, and you recognised almost instantly who it belonged to. Your heart hammered against your chest, body sagging against the wet ground as Poison’s gun had now shifted away from you. You tilted your head to catch sight of Horacio who was standing several feet away from the two of you, pointing his rifle at Poison with tense fingers. His boots stomped against the smooth ground, carefully walking towards Poison who had his undivided attention. 

With his focus away from you, you lunged forward to reach for your handgun, immediately pointing it at the man as you crouched in position across him. With a look of defeat, Poison slowly backed towards the edge of the roof, clutching tightly the bags of drugs that he had held onto throughout the chase. His eyes darted between you and Horacio as you closed in on him, leaving him no room to escape from the both of you. 

As the two of you stood roughly six feet away from him, you carefully studied his stance and the way his outstretched arm moved back and forth between you and Horacio - pointer finger hovering over the trigger as his heel hit the edge of the parapet. 

There was no getting out of this one, motherfucker.

 Poison’s eyes shifted behind him, observing the one-story drop that had left him trapped between Horacio and you. His eyes snapped back at you, and with the sudden movement, you too had your finger barely hovering over the trigger. The silence amongst the three of you was almost deafening, and you could hear the commotion from the floor below get louder and louder - with sounds of engines starting up and blaring out of the compound.

 A huge grin had broken out on his face, and the long fingers that wrapped around the packaging of the unknown substance now held on tighter. You limp forward towards him, eyebrows knitted together as you realised his shoulders had sagged, visibly becoming more relaxed than he was a few minutes prior.

What the fuck is going on?

“You don’t always win, you know?”

His voice was deep and smooth, ending the statement in a light chuckle. His hands were now outstretched, seemingly allowing himself to be arrested. The smile had not faltered, and as Horacio and you moved half a foot towards him, the bag he held was immediately flung up into the sky. The noise from around you dissolved, and everyone’s eyes were now on the flying package that was slowly falling back down. You notice Poison’s gun pointed upwards, and it immediately registers what he was trying to do. 

He’s going to fucking shoot it. 

Your body moves faster than you could comprehend, speeding towards the criminal in hopes to tackle him before he shoots the packaging. Your heart races, and your eyes are dead set on the man before you. You hear a faint call of your name behind you, muffled and worried, drowning in the background. 

Poison’s eyes were on you, and he smiled mockingly as he fired the bullet through the bag, making your heart leap in your chest. At such close proximity, the shot rang in your ears, forcing you to duck as the pain spreaded across your hearing. You caught sight of Poison leaping off the edge, escaping your reach as the strange substance had begun settling all over you. 

The fine powder had filled your nose, causing you to cough with a strong force as it entered your system. You leaned over the edge to notice Poison’s perfect landing on the gravel floors, breaking his fall with a front roll that had surprisingly not ruined his hairdo. You watched him hop into a car with several other men, driving off quickly into the night and away from the compound. 

He was gone. 

Your body slumped backwards, and you noticed the powder settling on the ground around you, as well as on your military green vest. It had a disgustingly sweet scent that was stimulating all your senses at once.

Fuck, this wasn’t good. This did not seem good at all. 

Your body was quickly heating up, and the vest was starting to feel tighter as the minutes went by. Beads of sweat were forming above your eyebrow, and despite the cool atmosphere, it felt like you were on literal fire. 

Does this thing work instantly?

Horacio came sprinting towards you, with his large palm rubbing gentle circles on your back. He crouched next to you, placing his rifle down to get a better while you gasped hard for air. The drug had a cooling sensation that spread across your body, and you were sure that the effects would start to surface soon. There were still bits of the powder that had yet to settle, and upon reaching out to help you, Horacio had unknowingly breathed in the pollen too. 

Too hot, too tight — oh my f-fucking god. 

Horacio’s hand on your body had sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your clit throb with each reassuring caress he made. “You’re going to be fine, it’s going to be alright.”The powder tickled the back of your throat, causing you to cough even harder. You made a frantic attempt to remove the vest that was constricting your breathing, panting heavily once the thick material was off you. Horacio had worry etched all over his face, struggling to find ways to ease the pain you were starting to feel.

As he moved closer towards you, he felt the effects of the drug take over his body - dilating his pupils by a small margin. He sniffled, feeling his nose itch as he breathed more of the substance in. Your thoughts were all over the place, focusing on a different sensation in your body each time.

 Your moans of discomfort were getting louder by the second, and you found yourself unable to move with the amount of friction that was sending pleasure straight to your core. You were practically trembling as you leaned forward on your hands and knees, sniffling as your hormones went into hyperdrive. Never have you felt this sensitive before, with each small movement you made causing you to drip all over your soft panties.

You could tell Horacio wasn’t having a good time either, with his face turning bright pink as he too started removing his vest and uniform shirt. He now sat next to you, in a thin cotton undershirt that stuck to him like a second skin, with sweat drenching the material, allowing his perfect build to be more pronounced under the moonlight. His pants were getting tighter, and he struggled to make a coherent sentence as he moved towards you. 

“Co—come on, we— we need to get you to the hospital!”

His speech becoming slurred, barely able to string words together as he started getting more aroused. The drug was working its way fast throughout your bodies, and the low drawl that came from Horacio just moments prior had done nothing but speed up its effects. 

“I— can’t, i’m too f—fucking sensitive.”

You started unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down until the fabric pooled at your ankles. With one swift motion, you removed it all together, sighing with satisfaction once it was finally off. The strange substance was making you more aroused by the second, the wetness creating a patch on your soft cotton underwear. 

Horacio stared at you, jaw slack as he watched your legs part. His hand had instinctively moved down to palm his bulge, gasping when you started crawling closer to him. His cock was straining against the material, and Horacio’s fingers trailed his length gently. 

“H-Horacio, I need you right now.”

“I-I don’t think that’s a good id-” Horacio stuttered, eyes looking everywhere as you kneeled before him. His breaths had become uneven, and he had to hold himself back from pulling you towards him.

“We can’t, I-It’s not right.”

Your whimpers were almost enough for him to give in, and he struggled to hold himself back. You couldn’t take it, everything was just too much at the moment - and you were sure you’d lose your goddamn mind if you beared with it for another second. The liquid fire that coursed through you was enough to lunge yourself into his arms, threading your fingers through his hair. 

“Maybe this will work, oh god- maybe this is the only way to stop it.”

Horacio’s eyes dart around your face, watching for any signs of doubt that may indicate that you didn’t want this. You tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at your half-lidded eyes as you gently licked at his bottom lip.

“Horacio, please.”

His hands trailed down your back, stopping at your ass to caress the tenderness of your skin. Your hips bucked at the feeling of his warm hands against your cool skin, grinding against the bulge that was directly under you.

He was already looking disheveled, with parts of his hair sticking out in all directions. You could tell the gears in his head were moving, fighting back the lust that was taking over him. The heat from your pussy wasn’t helping him think straight, and the way you peppered kisses all over his neck made him lose his mind. 

You moved up to kiss his lips, realising he was holding you back from doing so. He dragged his thumb over your plump lip, gasping as you licked the pad almost instinctively. His cock throbbed from under his tight pants, begging to be released as you continued sucking his finger innocently.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, removing his hand from gently cupping your face, “I’ll fuck you just how you want it, like the needy little brat you are.”

Horacio pulled you into his lap quickly, large warm hands on your back as he passionately started making out with you. His tongue worked his way past your lips, kissing you with a strong force that was starting to make you dizzy. 

Your fingers were tangled in his short hair, pulling him closer as you grinded hard against his growing bulge. With each roll of your hip, the delicious friction between the two of you made you moan into the kiss, sending sparks that only made you wanting more. His left hand moved to the back of your head, pushing you closer into the kiss as his hips involuntarily bucked upwards to dry hump your clothed clit.

Hot — too fucking hot.

The friction of the material in between you had rubbed you both in a way that made you moan in delight. His shaft was already at its full length, pushing against his canvas pants.

The action alone made you feel way too overwhelmed, with tears welling in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him tighter. The moans you made each time his bulge thrusted against your panties were muffled by the deep kiss - making your head spin with the intoxicating sensation. 

Horacio pulled your thin shirt up, bundling the material just above your bra before unhooking them completely. As soon as the last hook came off, he aggressively pulled your clothes off you -  moving his head down to play with your nipples that were hard from both the arousal and the cool air.

His warm tongue against you felt downright sinful, expertly kissing and sucking on your nipples that elicited almost pornographic moans. His free hand was palming and rubbing the soft skin of your breast, stimulating you until he deemed it was time to move on to sucking on your other tit. 

“You taste so so fucking good, fuck, I could play with you all night.” Horacio’s voice rumbled in his chest, and he took his time continuing to taste you.

You grinded against him harder, in hopes to finally get him to fuck you like you desperately wanted him too - but all that did was to make his hips jerk upwards against your cunt. You tried your best to muffle your noises by biting into your hand, not wanting to bring attention to you - after all, the two of you were practically naked on this rooftop where anybody could find you.

Your nipples glistened when Horacio finally moved his head back, his hot breath making you squirm as he panted against your wet skin. His fingers fiddled with his belt buckle, unlatching them furiously before pulling out his large hard shaft. 

The sight itself was enough to make you squirm, and with heavy lidded eyes, you watched Horacio pump his cock with a tight fist, precum pooling around his slit from the action. 

It was huge, and so fucking beautiful.

It throbbed in his hand each time he moved forward to kiss you, while the veins that ran along it became more prominent with each pump. You whimpered at the sight, wondering how something that huge would be able to fit inside you. 

“Like what you see?” Horacio’s eyes were trained on you, smirking as he watched your breaths becoming more laboured.

“H—Horacio, fuck, I need you s—so badly. Please just fuck me already.” 

You practically mewled for him, downright begging for him to take there and then. Horacio let out a low growl, moving his hands down to spank your ass with one swift movement.

 “You’re just so fucking needy, aren’t you?”

His rough palms knead your butt, soothing the sting that had you moaning into the crook of his shoulder. Your grip on his biceps became stronger as his fingers trailed down your sides, tugging at your underwear to get it off. With your legs wrapped around his hip, Horacio found it a pain to remove the offending material from your body, opting to tear it completely with minimal effort. Your lips trailed up his neck, groaning as you felt his thick fingers hovering over your bare pussy, causing goosebumps on your skin in its wake. 

“You’re such a noisy little girl, do you want me to stuff your panties into that pretty mouth of yours? That’ll shut you up, won’t it?”

Horacio’s voice was low, dripping with lust as he growled into your ear. You instinctively grinded your bare clit against his cock, feeling the heat overcome you. Your mewls had come out choked as the downright filthy words he whispered  caused your cheeks to burn up. 

Your hands slid down his chest, moving over to take his large throbbing cock into your smaller hands. You adjusted your position to ensure your pussy was hovering directly over his length, smearing the precum all over your outer lips before settling down on it completely. The stretch that came as you slowly eased yourself on his entire length was mind-blowing, causing your knees to tremble with each inch that was penetrated inside you. 

It was too fucking much - and yet not enough. 

Horacio’s lips capture yours again, kissing you passionately while pinching your ass. The feeling was overwhelming, igniting a fire deep within you. 

“S-so fucking tight, fuck, your cunt is so fucking tight around me, baby.” His pants came out unsteady, and he rested his head against yours while waiting for you to make the first move. The use of the pet name hadn’t gone unnoticed, and the way he groaned into your ear had you clenching hard against him. 

“P-Please f-fuck, babygirl, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.” His large hands are on your back, and he quickly flips you over on your hands and knees, “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll be cumming all over my fat cock, princess.”

Horacio moves his hips experimentally, slowly thrusting into your dripping cunt. His right arm snakes around you, applying pressure against your clit that almost has you screaming from the pleasure. Your hand bled from how hard you were biting down, an attempt to keep your voice down as Horacio practically fucked you senseless. 

His fingers play with your nub, rubbing vigorously at the bundle of nerves each time his cock rams back into your hole again. You felt your whole body tremble, threatening to give out at any moment with each thrust he made. Horacio planted frantic kisses all over your body, nipping and sucking at the skin every chance he got.

Horacio held your hips firmly, admiring the marks that he littered all over your skin. As his hips became to stutter and lose control, he gently reached out to card his fingers through your hair - thugging them with a slight force as he continued slamming into you. 

“You feel so f—fucking good like this, my pretty slut, so obedient— just for me.”

This whole experience was just too much for you, and tears trailed down your cheeks as you quietly sobbed from how overstimulated you were. Horacio cooed at how well you were taking him, softly muttering into your ear how good you were for him, all while he was pounding animalistically into you. You could feel a familiar sensation build inside you, knowing very well what was to come soon. 

“Ho- Horacio, ‘m gonna cum s- soon.”

He pulls you back up until your back is against his chest, continuing to thrust into you at an even faster pace. You could feel his wet kisses along your shoulders, causing you to shiver at his touch. His two fingers continue grinding against your clit, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

Horacio’s hot and heavy pants against your neck fired up your senses even more, which completely wrecked your brain once he leaned in to lick the space between your neck and shoulder.

His left hand, that was once palming and squeezing your breasts, now moved up to wrap around your neck - applying the lightest pressure possible. If it weren’t for the fact that Horacio was holding you up, you would’ve fallen by now due to how badly your body was trembling from stimulation.

Horacio made everything seem so sexy, and as he gently choked you while groaning your name in your ear - you could feel yourself about to let go.

“Then come for me - I want you to soak my cock with your cum, pretty girl.”

Fuck- it really was too much. He- he was too fucking much.

Horacio picked up his pace, fucking you at an almost brutal pace as you clenched around him. The skin against skin sound, along with the squelching noises that came each time he entered you, got louder and louder. You could feel your vision turning white, orgasm ripping through you like never before. Your mind was full yet blank at the same time, crying out Horacio’s name as you let the pleasure rip through you. He tilted your head towards him, kissing you fervently as he lost control of his hips. 

Barely a moment later, he pulls out his dripping cock, allowing you to fall from the sudden lack of support. You rolled over to see Horacio staring straight at you, eyes pitch black as he jerked himself off to the sight of your essence dripping out of your pussy. 

You leaned back against the floor, lying flat on the cool surface as you moved your fingers down to clean your cum. You rubbed your fingers along the entrance of your cunt, dipping them into your release - only to lick your fingers clean when you noticed Horacio’s eyes still trained on you. He had let out a guttural groan, forcing his eyes shut as his pace became faster. You were enchanted by the sight of a man as authoritative as him on his knees, jerking himself off to the mere display of you naked on the ground, with cum seeping out of your gaping hole. 

Oh, how you were so wrong for misjudging him as a prude. 

Horacio’s hair was sticking out all over the place, lips swollen from all the kissing. His biceps flexed with each thrust, and his mouth was wide open - losing himself in the pleasure he was chasing. He spits on his right palm before continuing to seek after his release, with his head tilted back as he reaches his high.

His large hands wrapped around his cock tighter, and with one last pump, he came all over your stomach - painting your soft skin white with his release. He chanted your name like it was a prayer, chest heaving as the pleasure washed all over him. 

The view of him orgasming would’ve made you instantly turned on again, if it weren’t for the fact you felt like you were exhausted. Horacio hovered over you with his dick in his hand, completely unsure of what to do next. The drug was slowly wearing out, and the two of you awkwardly avoided eye contact as you took a breather from what was possibly the most intensive sex ever. 

The effects were leaving your body, and you found your heartbeat and breathing gradually becoming normal. You were becoming more aware of your surroundings, mind clearing from the hazy blur it once was. The commotion below had died down, and you wondered if everything had been settled while the two of you were up here having the fuck of your lives. You finally sat up and crawled over to your clothes that were thrown a few feet away, eyeing your torn panties curiously.

How the hell did this man manage to rip it perfectly in half? 

As you continued studying the now useless article of clothing, you heard Horacio clear his throat - effectively breaking you from your trail of thoughts. He already had his uniform shirt and pants on, stuffing the softening cock back before looking at you. He pointed at your stomach, face turning completely red as he started apologising for the mess he had made. 

As he reached out for his handkerchief in his back pocket, he caught sight of your fingers swiping up his release with your fingers, sucking on them with a smile on your face. 

“Stop it,” he groaned, “fuck, how are you still trying to tease me, even after I’ve fucked you? Hadn’t you already had your fill?”

“What can I say, Colonel? That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

You removed your fingers from your mouth with a wet ‘pop’, ensuring it was loud enough for him to hear. Once he had cleaned you up, he shoved the now dirty cloth back into his pocket, helping you up to your feet so that you could properly dress. Horacio’s radio called out to him, with Javier’s voice laced with worry. The message had come out muffled, with only bits of it successfully conveyed through. He answered  their questions, turning his back to you as you quickly got dressed next to him. His cheeks were still dusted pink, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he thought of what to say next. 

“Guess we found out what this drug does exactly, huh?”

You let out a soft chuckle, tightening the last strap on your vest before turning back to him. The two of you adjusted your clothes once more before finally heading down the flight of stairs. The place had been cleared out entirely, with nothing but a speck of dust left in its wake. Javier and Steve jogged up to you, faces bunched up in confusion as they took in the sight of how awful you two looked. 

“Where the hell have you been? You look like you’ve just been through some rough shit.” Steve pulled the cigarette away from his lips, breathing out a small puff of smoke. “We’ve managed to take down a couple of guys, and it looks like our work here is done. Come on, we best get the two of you home - we’ll fill you in on the road.”

Your fingers comb through your hair, settling it down as neatly as possible while you tailed behind the men. Your DEA partners muttered something amongst themselves, paying no attention to you and Horacio who trailed far behind them. 

The tiny rocks crunched below your shoes, and you admired the beautiful view that surrounded the compound as you strolled with Horacio back to the car. The silence between you was starting to get awkward, and you fiddled with your fingers to avoid making eye contact with him. Whatever had happened earlier wasn’t something you quite regretted, but you wished it happened under more natural circumstances. 

Just as you were about to get into the car, Horacio opened the door for you - tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he looked straight into your eyes. The moonlight accentuated his strong features, and you felt yourself falling a little bit more in love with him. His hand reaches out to hold yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Hey,” Horacio cleared his throat, smiling at you bashfully before he continued, “would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night? I want to get to know you better, if you’d like.”

The question had caught you off-guard, but you quickly recovered as you intertwined your fingers with his. You tiptoed up to gently kiss his cheek, smiling as you noticed the tenderness of his skin, “of course Horacio, I’d love to.”

The car engine hums as it starts on, and you found yourself replaying the events that had transpired an hour earlier. The voices of your partners were drowned out as you looked out the window and at the fields of plantations. The wind blew through the tall plants, creating a gentle rustle as you smiled to yourself with glee. 

Maybe that drug wasn’t so bad after all. 

#horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x reader #horacio carrillo imagine #narcos #peachebunnys fic

[hopelikethemoon]

Settling (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Settling  Rating: PG-13 Length: 2300 Warnings: Pinning  Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set a few weeks before Old Parr in May 1989.  Summary: Reader joins Javier and Steve at the bar.

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Tonight was supposed to be a date night with Lance. You had actually been looking forward to it. He was a decent cook and you always had a good time at his place. But by the time you got dressed up, you weren’t in the mood. It was the tailend of a workweek from hell and frankly, you just wanted to wind down with Steve and Javier. 

Lance didn’t even seem upset with you for canceling. He really was a great guy. So understanding. He’d make a great boyfriend for someone, someday. Shit. 

“Look at you,” Steve remarked as you came to a halt beside their table. “Is this how you dress when you’re not stuck with us?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’ve seen me in a dress before, asshole.” You set your gaze on Javier then, waving your hand at him, “Scoot.”

He complied, scooting towards the wall to give you space to sit down on the booth beside him. “Didn’t think we’d see you tonight.” 

“You weren’t supposed to,” You shrugged, drumming your fingers over the top of the table. “I was worried you’d be gone before I got here.” It was said to both of them, but your eyes lingered on Javier longer than necessary. 

“The night is young.” Javier said with a smirk as he knocked back a shot of whiskey. 

“Looks like I need to catch up.” You gestured to the whiskey, “I’ll be back.” You said as you slid out of the booth and headed to order drinks. 

You heard Steve say something about getting refills, before he followed after you, “Did Lance cancel on you?” He questioned as he leaned against the bar beside you. 

“I canceled on him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” You shrugged your shoulders, tilting your head to look at him. “I just really wasn’t up for it.” 

“You could’ve invited him out for drinks with us.” Steve suggested. 

“Nah,” You shook your head. “We both know how Javi would’ve reacted to that. And I’m really not looking to sit through another pointed rant about the CIA. Even if I agree with him.” 

“Are you and Lance okay?” He questioned, rubbing at the back of his neck as he turned towards you. 

You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip. “We’re not not okay.” You hung your head. “I don’t know, Steve. Sometimes I feel like I could really love him. You know? I have this whole list of reasons why I should—“

“You have a list?” Steve shook his head as he chuckled. “Poor guy.” 

“Poor guy is right,” You made a face. “It’s been almost a year and I think… He’s a lot more serious about this than I am.” You glanced back over your shoulder at Javier who was still nursing a bottle of beer. You’d rather be here than over at Lance’s. And you should’ve felt guilty about that. “Can we not talk about this at the table? I don’t wanna hear it from Javier.”

“Of course.” Steve gave your arm a pat. “For what it’s worth, if you have a list of reasons for why you should love someone, do you really love them?”

You slowly shook your head, “Probably not. But he’s a good guy. We always have fun together. We work… well enough.” 

The bartender returned with the orders. 

“It’s just… I always thought it would feel different. You know?” Your eyes flickered back towards the booth, only to find it empty. 

“Forget I was here?” Javier remarked, causing your heart to skip a beat as he slung his arms over your shoulders and Steve’s.

“We can’t talk shit about you at the table.” Steve remarked, shaking his arm off. “The drinks just got here, jackass.”

His arm was still casually slung over your shoulders and you tried to ignore just how much you enjoyed it. “Were you really talking shit about me?” Javier questioned as he tapped on the bar and ordered two shots. 

“In a round about way.” You answered, your eyes following Steve as he retreated back to the booth. “See you back at the table.”

Javier caught your arm before you could escape. “This shot has your name on it.” He said, gesturing towards the bartender as he returned with two shots. “You said you wanted to catch up.”

Your tongue traced over your bottom lip, before you relented, sitting your beer back down on the bar as you turned towards him. “Fine.” You crossed your arm with his, before bringing the shot to your lips and knocking it back with a satisfied hiss.

Something about the way the muscles of Javier’s neck showed as he leaned back to drink the whiskey caught your attention. And you tried to ignore the line of thinking that had you picturing your lips trailing over that same skin. 

“So, where’s the suit?” Javier questioned, gesturing towards your dress. “Busy sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong?”

Something burned through you and it wasn’t just the whiskey. “Oh, fuck off Javier.” You snapped, turning on your heels and heading back for the booth.

You hadn’t considered the fact that entering the booth first meant Javier’s body would effectively cage you in. And he sat himself far too close to you as he rejoined you and Steve at the table. 

Not that you hadn’t done the same before. 

“Someone’s acting cagey about the CIA tonight.” Javier remarked lightly, giving you a pointed look.

“Drop it.” Steve said firmly, knocking his knuckles against the top of the table to get Javier’s attention. “Not tonight.” 

You brought your beer bottle to your lips, glancing towards Javi. You watched the way his shoulders tensed as he stared straight ahead at Steve with body language you couldn’t quite read. 

“Did you hear the director’s gonna be at the embassy this week?” Javier questioned, looking between you and Steve then.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Heard he’s in the city to meet with Barco. Things are going to be heating up over the next couple of months.” You explained, rolling the base of the beer bottle against the table. 

“Escobar?” Steve questioned as he took a sip of beer.

You pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek, giving a short shake of your head. “My sources think Gacha. He’s gone rogue the last couple months. Ever since news broke on the training camps, things have been tense.” 

Javier rocked his jaw thoughtfully, “Your guy’s on the inside, right?”

Your eyes darted around warily, always cautious of who was listening. But the bar was filled with the regulars, familiar faces you’d seen weekly for almost two years. “Yeah. Matias has connections to the Ochoa brothers.” You answered Javier, keeping your voice low. “If we don’t get Gacha first, the Cali Cartel will. There’s a feud there that we could exploit.” 

He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he nodded in agreement, “Does Lance know about Matias?”

You rubbed your lips together and stared down at your bottle of beer. 

“We didn’t come here to talk shop, Peña.” Murphy must’ve kicked him under the table because Javier jerked in his seat, his leg knocking against yours. “What are your plans for the weekend?”

“I finally got my hands on a copy of Queen of the Damned. Only eight months after its release.” You answered, offering Javier a faint smile. “Thanks, by the way.” 

Javier nudged you in the ribs, “Anytime, baby.” 

“How many shots ahead of me, are you?” You questioned, chewing on your bottom lip as you tilted your head to look at him. 

His brows furrowed, “Three. Including the one at the bar.” 

“Jesus Christ, Javi.” You shoved him playfully in the shoulder. “Go get me two.” 

Reluctantly he slid out of the booth, glancing back at you, before he headed for the bar. 

“Steve, I know I said I don’t want to discuss the Lance thing, but I can handle Javier being… Javier.” You knew he hated Lance, you were basically immune to his smartass comments at this point. “I appreciate the effort, though.” 

“We both know Javier can take things too far.” 

“I really don’t mind.” You looked towards the bar, watching as Javier laughed over something the bartender had said, before starting back towards the pair of you. “He means well.” You glanced back at Steve then, brows furrowed. “What’s that look for?”

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nothing.” 

You frowned, “Doesn’t look like a nothing look to me.” 

“Nah,” He waved his hand dismissively, before rubbing at the back of his neck. “So what’s the story with the book?”

“It’s been an absolute bitch trying to get non-essential shit through the embassy.” You explained, tapping the base of your bottle against the table, “I guess they don’t think Anne Rice is a need-to-have.” You rolled your eyes. “Anyways, I’d mentioned the issue to Javier and he managed to get his hands on a copy.” You sat up a little straighter as Javier returned with the shots. “Let Connie know she can borrow it when I’ve finished.”

“She loves that shit.” Steve agreed with a nod. “She’ll get a kick out of it.” 

You pushed your beer bottle aside as Javi returned, setting your sights on the two shots of whiskey. “You didn’t have more shots at the bar, did you?” 

Javier shook his head, “We’ll be even after this.” 

You downed both in succession, the glasses clinking against the table as you sat them back down heavily. You blinked, shuttering a little as you felt the warmth of the liquor fan out through you as it slid down your throat. 

“You good?” Javier snorted, trying not to laugh. 

“Are you good?” You countered, narrowing your eyes at him, before you looked back at Steve. “Why aren’t you doing shots?”

“I don’t mix.” He gestured to his bottle of beer. 

“Weak.” 

Steve shrugged, “Probably.” 

God, you were glad you’d decided to show up here, rather than going to Lance’s. You liked the guy, you really did… but you wouldn’t trade anything for this. With Steve and Javier you felt like you belonged. And that wasn’t a feeling you were intimately familiar with. 

And maybe in the long run you could love Lance, but you weren’t ready for your relationship to reach that stage. How could you love someone who was loathed by the person who meant the — by the people who meant the world to you. Both of them, not just Javier. 

You swallowed thickly as you rubbed your lips together. 

“What are you doing this weekend, Javier?” Steve questioned. 

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, dragging his fingers through his hair. “I’m working on a new informant.” 

Steve pursed his lips and nodded slowly, “Alright. So work?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

Your eyes followed the path his fingers took as they moved through his hair, unsticking the hair that was sticking against his forehead and behind his ears. You’d never noticed the bluish green mark behind his ear.

“When’d you get a tattoo?” You blurted out. 

“What?” Javier turned to look at you, brows furrowed.

“Your tattoo.” You reached out and brushed your fingers over the spot just behind his ear. “I’ve never noticed it before.”

“Shit,” He thought for a moment. “I think I was probably eighteen.” 

You rubbed your thumb over the spot, before you gently played your fingers through his hair there, savoring the soft texture of it beneath your fingertips. 

Steve cleared his throat, “You never noticed that before?”

You shook your head, “You know, Lance hates tattoos.”

“Figures.” Javier huffed, making no attempt to stop your fingers as you played them through his hair more freely. “I’ve got more if you’d ever like a private tour of them.”

“Maybe.” You said coyly, brushing your fingers down the back of his neck before you reached for your beer again. 

Steve looked between the two of you, before shaking his head slowly. “Not that anyone asked, but Connie and I are gonna drive out to Buenaventura. Spend the weekend near the water.” 

You and Javier both gave him a skeptical look. 

“That’s ten hours away, Murphy.” You pointed out. 

“So what?” Javi questioned. “You’re gonna drive ten hours just to stare at the water?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Connie’s missing Miami.” 

“Buenaventura is not Miami.” 

“The water.” Murphy insisted. “Look, we just need a getaway.” He leaned his elbows against the table, “Come to think of it, a getaway might do you and Lance some good.”

You caught the way Javier’s head turned, his eyes fixed on your face. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Nope.” You said shortly, bringing your beer bottle to your lips. You kept your gaze fixed straight ahead. “Everything is just fine.” 

He didn’t push it any further than that. 

Another round of beers made its way to the table along with another pair of shots for you and Javier to share. 

Why couldn’t it be this easy with Lance? You had fun with him, sure. But it never felt like this. And of course, it just had to be Javier. The last person in the world who would ever reciprocate anything outside of friendship.

And you were lucky you had that. 

You never imagined yourself as the type of woman to settle, but honestly? Lance wasn’t that bad. He was a good man, he was kind and smart and funny. Good at his job. He should’ve been everything and yet...You’d rather be alone and have this than be stuck with someone you had to convince yourself to love. 

Fuck. You were going to have to break up with Lance. And you were fairly certain he’d been slowly working towards popping the question with you. 

But it wasn’t fair to either of you to keep playing a game.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[smokahuntis]

O, Quinque, Quinque

O quinque, quinque

Warnings: SMUT, chocking

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Summery: Based off the song 505 by Arctic monkeys

I’m going back to 505

Javier always found his way into trouble, always in a gun fight or saving a life, either way his mind wanted only one thing, the one thing he told himself he couldn’t have ever since it started. Her. At first she was just an informant, one he didn’t sleep with because she had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who worked for Escobar. The day he died was the day (y/n) found herself in his apartment, in his arms, in his bed. That was the day he became addicted to the girl. But that was all before Murphy, before the murder and the bombs.

After everything got real, he pushed her away because he knew Escobar would do anything to get to him without touching him, and she was his weakness. She would always be his downfall. They were never exclusive, he was never that type of guy, she was never that type of girl, but for some reason she never found herself in anyone else’s bed, in anyone else’s arms, in anyone else’s heart.

If It’s a Seven-hour Flight

Sometimes when things had him so frustrated he would find himself back at apartment 505, back with his face buried between her thighs. His heart pounding when she wasn’t there. Calling her over and over till she was in arms reach, till he was able to slam her into a wall and fuck her into tomorrow. What he wouldn’t give to have her now.

Right now he was at his office, head in his hands, he had just gotten done arguing with the CIA for the hundredth time, that Pablo Escobar should be a top priority. Of course they didn’t listen, they only cared for the Communists and right now he had nothing to link them.

Or a Forty-five minute drive

Sometimes it wouldn’t be so rough, like when she showed up to his apartment instead, crying from a bad day or from something you saw. It was sensual, slow, Meaningful even if neither of them would say it. Javier loved making things about (y/n), loved letting her be in control when she was angry, or when she was so furious the heat rolling off of her could destroy a building.

But right now, she wanted nothing more then for him to be with her, it had been months. He had wanted to stay away while he worked on getting Gacha. It drove her crazy, not only not being with him, but knowing he’s out there saving lives, it was hot, the thought made her desperate.

In my imagination, you’re waiting lying on your side.

She needed him, and he needed her. He gave in, grabbing his cigarettes and keys he left, driving all the way to her apartment on the other side of the city. His hand tapped on the steering wheel as he grew more and more frustrated. Pulling into a parking spot he stopped getting out.

But she did stop, rubbing at her soaked clit, his name fleeing her mouth like a prayer, the thought of him deep inside her driving her wild. The idea of him catching her like this only drove her deeper into the pit of Arousal she found herself in.

With your hands between your thighs

He used his keys to get in, walking in looking around to find her, seeing her bedroom door cracked a little. He walked over to it slowly, the hard bottoms of his shoes clicking in the wood, warning her.

But she didn’t stop, she kept going, only moaning his name louder for him to hear. And soon, as soon as he opened the door and saw her it was for the whole of Colombia to hear as she reached her orgasm, her slick flooding the sheets below her.

Stop and wait a sec.

Her eyes scanned over him, finding him already hard, his pants straining him. She moved sliding off the bed walking over to him, her eyes set into his, lust blown threw them. He knew by the look over her face who was in charge today. No matter his frustrations, it was her.

His hands found his belt as he began to undo it complying to her unspoken words. She ran her hands over his chest and started to undo his shirt. Getting bored of the buttons she ripped it open throwing it across the room. Soon her hands found his Throbbing hard cock and looked into his eyes surprised.

“When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?”

His words were simple, and she crashed her lips into his and helped him step out of his pants and boxers as she guided him to the bed. She pushed him down letting his back meet the bed catching him by surprise, she’d never been this bold, even when she was ‘in charge’ she was never really, but something about this time was different.

She crawled over him kissing his lips before scattering kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. Her small hands coming down to pump his cock, making him push his head back and moan. Right when he thought she was going to go down on him she moved back up again, her hand coming up to his throat, wrapping around it. Looking him in the eyes like he was her prey.

I’d probably still adore you, with your hands around my neck.

She kissed him roughly as she lined him up with her already soaked pussy. Slowly sinking down on her it caused him to gasp at the sudden change and grip her hips to gain some sort of leverage over her. But it was quickly denied when she didn’t move, she just sat there looking at him. She didn’t speak any words, she just moved her lips down his neck, sucking harsh purple marks into his skin.

That’s when she started to move, after she had created her master piece. She circled her hips over his and began to set a pace, a pace he loved. She was rough, reckless, relentless. He loved this side over her, he’d only seen it once before.

Or I did the last time I checked.

He was her, she was never his, he was hers. And right now she made sure he knew that. He moaned her name as he bucked his hips up to meet hers and she let out moans that sounded like the heavens to him. The way her skin slapped around his, the way she bended to mold into him.

They were like a puzzle piece that was made of jagged edges and only for each other, no other puzzle piece in the world would fit. Only for each other, that’s how it will always be, even if they don’t say it. Even if the burning in her stomach couldn’t be caused by anyone else. Even if the feeling of heaven will never come to him from anyone else. They wouldn’t dare say it.

I’m going back to 505

There it was, the feeling she chased, the orgasm that made her vision black, the explosion he and only he could make her feel. The tightening around him that caused him to finish, the hot thick liquid of his seed that coated her walls. The feeling alone could bring her to another orgasm, but she knew she couldn’t take another, not yet.

She leaned down kissing him, this one was softer, gentle almost. That’s when she let out a sob, against his lips, dry and full of emotion. He pulled away looking at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Concern riddled his features.

But I crumble Completely when you cry

“What’s wrong?” He said cupping her face and looking at her, it’s one of the things she loved, after sex Javier was like a different person, sweet and caring. His thumb ran over her cheeks kissing her lips softly.

“You should go...” she said looking at him. Her voices raspy, full of emotion, broken emotion. He hands later on his, he could tell she didn’t mean what she said because she leaned into his touch.

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with "Goodbye"

“No, not this time... I’m not leaving you.” He said kissing her head and pulling her into a hug. He held her tightly and she wrapped her arms around him crying into the crook of his neck. As he rubbed her back calmly. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t keep doing this, this...” she gestured between them. The sweat glistening off of them from the light that spilled in from the windows. “The more we do it the longer you stay and the mor attached I am— and I— I can’t keep doing it!” She said looking at him causing him to reach for his shirt, she assumed he was leaving and she closed her eyes and looked down.

I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise

When she didn’t hear the door close she opened her eyes and saw him standing in front of her with a small velvet box. To big for a ring to small for a necklace. “What is this?” She said reaching for it taking it gently.

“I know you don’t like big jewelry, so I got you that....” he said taking a deep breathe hoping shes like it. Opening it, it was a simple gold chain Bracelet, with single diamond in the center of it. It was beautiful and fit perfectly. She looked up at him and smiled, standing in her knees on the bed and kissing him.

I’m going back to 505

“I’m not leaving this time,” he said pulling her to him, wrapping her legs around his waist as his hands gripped her ass tightly. “But I can’t be seen with you in public till things calm down okay?” He said laying his forehead against her.

If it’s a seven-hour flight

“I can do that.” She said kissing him. “But one last thing,”

Or a forty-five minute drive

“Anything?”

In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side

“No more sleeping with informants.” She said causing him to chuckle and nod.

With your hands between your thighs, and a smile.

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Mitrasphere Beginner's Guide - Quick and Easy Pointers to Get Started

  Written by Mist and Aramitz

  Introduction

  Are you looking for a guide to help you navigate Mitrasphere’s vast and diverse content? There are numerous things to do in Mitrasphere, and you may be wondering what you should be focusing on first.

  This guide aims to provide new players with quick and easy pointers to help optimize your start and allow you to power up swiftly.

  This guide will also give you some tips surrounding combat mechanics to help you feel more comfortable about participating in more advanced content, but we’ll try our best not to overload you with information right off the bat!

  We hope you will find this resource useful and wish you a pleasant read!

    Table of Contents:

Part 1

Starting Your Journey (0 - 1,000 CP)

Advancing the Story (1,000 - 15,000 CP)

Part 2 (COMING SOON)

    Starting Your Journey (0 - 1,000 CP)

  3. Selecting Your Job

    In Mitrasphere, there are a total of five different Jobs to choose from and swap between. There is no best class, and each class plays a distinct role in a party! 

  Swordsman - The king of burst damage and giant swords. The Swordsman is primarily known for its dangerously ruthless single-target damage, sometimes forsaking its defensive capabilities to dish out extreme damage. The Swordsman can also use Magic Twin Blades, allowing them to dish out magic damage with powerful combos.

  Mage - The Mage excels at powerful area-of-effect damage. Where the Swordsman stands king against a single target, the Mage stands alone at dishing high damage to all targets. The Mage also benefits from being able to quickly build up their Dragonkin Gauge, enabling them to burst targets down in swift succession.

  Archer - The Archer is key to bringing the maximum potential of your party out. As a support class that boasts massive buffs and debuffs, as well as bringing some damage to the party, your team will love you for making battles much easier on both the offensive and defensive fronts.

  Cleric - The core party support. A Cleric is needed to upkeep your party's health and cleanse debuffs. This is a mandatory class for difficult content and can also provide buffs, debuffs, and revives.

  Guardian - The defensive wall of the party. A frontline class that is essential for difficult content. The Guardian takes the heat for the party and even helps mitigate the damage everyone else receives. 

  4. The Equipment Grid System

    Mitrasphere supports an equipment grid system as opposed to your standard character ability system in RPGs. To develop your character, you must obtain weapons, armor, and accessories. 

  At the start of your journey, you will be able to equip 10 weapons, 2 armor pieces and 3 accessories in your main equipment grid. 

  Additionally, you may also add 10 weapons, 10 armor pieces, and 10 accessories to your support grid purely for stats and elemental bonuses. As you progress through your journey and obtain more power, you may also add up to 5 more support weapons to your Advanced Support grid for additional stats.

  Please note that your support grid is mainly for stats and elemental bonuses and you will not be able to use your support weapons during combat. 

    Advancing the Story (1,000 - 15,000 CP)

  1. Unlocking Further Content Through Story Completion

  As you continue to uncover the story of Mitrasphere, you will come across points where things may get tough and find yourself in need of stronger gear. It is recommended to complete the various events to help power yourself up, which we will cover more in depth in a later section. But to begin with, we suggest farming Crimson Seeds in Guerrilla to level up your weapons.

    As your Combat Power increases, you will want to specialize in a main Job and obtain gear specific to that Job. Below are the recommended chapters to farm class-specific armor and accessories early on. (Note: These chapters can be cleared on Normal or Hard.)

    Job

Recommended Passives

Chapters

Swordsman      

Physical Damage Dealt UP   

1-6 or 10-6

Mage

Magic Damage Dealt UP

3-6 or 11-2

Archer

Evasion UP

4-6, 7-6, or 9-6

Cleric

Ally HP Recovery UP

11-10 or 13-7

Guardian

Defense UP

5-6 or 12-6

    It is highly recommended to focus on these chapters especially when your daily 100% co-op bonus is active for that chapter to acquire additional Jade Seeds. Eventually, you will want to obtain multiple copies of your gear for limit breaking.

  Please note that if you are looking to farm a specific set of 3-star gear, Hard Mode stages drop the same items as their Normal Mode equivalent but benefit from a higher drop rate. Generally speaking, that makes them a good source for Jade Seeds as well, with more players farming them to get their own equipment

    2. Understanding Core Progression Avenues

a. How Combat Power Unlocks Content

  Combat Power is a key value meant to reflect your progress as well as determine what level of content you can participate in. As you increase your Combat Power, you’ll unlock more content and avenues to further increase your strength. Various event stages open up at different power levels, and you’ll be able to tackle Expert Mode once completing the Hard Mode of a chapter. But keep in mind, power is not everything as some of the toughest stages in the game will restrict your stats down to a stated Combat Power, making it difficult to simply brute force your way through some content! Prepare for difficult challenges regardless of your power.

  b. Powering Up Efficiently

    Starting from approximately 5,000 CP, you may find that keeping your Combat Power up to match what’s required of the Main Story becomes increasingly difficult if you only rely on rewards from clearing chapters.

  The daily occurring Guerrilla event will be your go to at this point and will definitely give you a much needed boost. Guerrilla can be accessed from the Events menu, and is available for one hour at a time, four times a day. It includes four levels of difficulty, and each one gives the added bonus of Sea Crystals for your first clears.

  Its main point of interest, however, are the 2,250 Crimson Seeds per clear of the Advanced stage, which you can enter starting from 5,000 Combat Power. You do not need to worry about being able to clear it by yourself as you’ll find yourself teamed up with others during each run with co-op enabled, and each attempt will zoom by quickly.

  The fourth difficulty, labelled “Extreme”, gives 30,000 Crimson Seeds per run, but requires 30,000 CP to enter and typically requires a full team to complete, including a Cleric and Guardian due to its difficulty. If you are able to clear it within a reasonable amount of time, it will definitely be worth it once you’ve reached its power requirements.

  With the Crimson Seed Guerrilla, you will be able to level both your main and support weapons relatively quickly and get a good amount of Combat Power out of it. By spending around 75,000 Crimson Seeds in early-game weapons, you can level them from level 20 to level 30 or so, and find yourself going from around 5,000 CP to 8,000 CP without a huge time investment.

  Farming Crimson Seeds continues to prove to be a worthwhile opportunity even once your weapons are maxed, as you are able to spend Crimson Seeds on the Crimson Seed Gacha to acquire new weapons for use or for disassembling to obtain Crimson Gems.

  However, please note that Crimson Seed Guerrilla will not drop equipment, and like other event battles, you will not be able to earn Jade Seeds as a co-op bonus.

    The Crimson Seed Guerrilla equivalent for Azure Seeds is a permanent set of events named “Amulet.” You can find them in the Events -> Weekly menu, and each day you will be able to access a different Amulet that drops gear of a specific element.

  Each daily event includes three difficulty levels, the highest being “Advanced,” which you can enter as soon as you reach 5,000 CP. Like the Crimson Seed Guerrilla, you will be automatically matched with other players, and clearing the stage will be easy even with minimal stats. Each clear will grant you 1,125 Azure Seeds.

  Similar to the Crimson Seed Gacha, you will be able to spend Azure Seeds to pull on the Azure Seed Armor Gach, but for an unlimited number of times. Considering you can get 4-star armor from the gacha, or if you’re particularly lucky +Equipment which come with a 20% boost to base stats, farming Amulets will remain rewarding for a long time to come.

  Lastly, the notably higher-than-average 3-star drop rate means Amulets are a fairly good way to Azure and Jade Gems via dismantling. The gear that drops from Amulets is not recommended to be used as equipment as they are not optimized for any particular Job.

  c. Co-op in Your Daily Bonus Zone for Jade seeds

    When it comes to leveling up accessories, acquiring Jade Seeds can be a bit trickier. Unlike with Crimson and Azure Seeds, there are no events dedicated to farming Jade Seeds, and you’ll instead look towards obtaining them via the Zone Co-Op Bonus.

  Clearing a Main Story stage—whether Normal, Hard, or Expert—with others in your party will earn you Jade Seeds. The more players in your party and the higher the rank difference between you, the higher the bonus will become.

  Each day, you will have one Zone that will grant you a 100% boost to the Jade Seeds you earn via co-op. The designated Zone rotates on a daily basis and is not the same for every player. 

  The optimal Jade Seed farming strategy would be to clear stages in your designated Zone with four others, either by forming a private party or by matching with others automatically. It is typically recommended to farm the 6th stage of each chapter (for example, 2-6), as you’ll often find others farming for their Job-specific gear in those stages due to the increased appearance of monsters which amounts to higher chances to acquire drops.

  Considering Jade Seed farming is likely to be slower than acquiring the other seeds, you are advised to focus on upgrading your main gear before considering support gear for maximum efficiency.

  Like Azure Seeds, if you find yourself with an abundance of Jade Seeds, you might consider pulling the Jade Seed Gacha to try your hand at some 4-star accessories. However, please note that 4-star accessories can be farmed fairly easily later in the game once you are able to tackle Expert content, so you are not advised to make this gacha your priority early on. 

  d. General Tips on What Not to Spend Your Resources On

  Keep skill levels for last as gems are hard to obtain and should only be used on gear you will keep for an extended period. Please note that skill levels only affect gear equipped in main slots. Support items do not benefit from an increased skill level.  

Don’t upgrade your accessories too much until you are able to obtain powerful 4-star accessories from the Nekia Trader, the shiny Search spots on the map, or from bosses (Expert / Grand Battle / Extra Battle).  

Any armor or accessory below 3-star should not be upgraded as you may easily obtain these from farming.  

Weapons below 3-star should not be upgraded extensively as you will eventually be able to get 3-star and above weapons for your Job.

  e. Searching Shiny Map Spots

    Have you noticed those shiny spots across the map? Those are called search spots! Clicking them will reward you with a random assortment of goodies, from elemental Pearls that you may redeem at the Nekia Trader to powerful 4-star rainbow accessories. Here is a list of the best places to search for 4-star rainbow accessories based on your class:

  Job

Recommended Accessory

Zones

Swordsman     

Master Scroll

Trading Post (Day) Sanctuary Interior (Day)

Mage

Star Record

Jobari Forest (Day) Jobari Forest (Night) Mt. Stardust Summit (Night)

Archer

Evil-Warding Amulet

Jobari Village (Day) Goddess’s Forest (Night Edol Town (Day)

Cleric

Scapular

Fairy Forest (Day) Fairy Forest Depths (Night) Edol Plains (Day)

Guardian

Guardian’s Cup

Goddess’s Forest (Day) Mt. Stardust Mountain Trail (Night)

  f. Limited-Time Events

  In addition to the permanent avenues of farming, there are always a plethora of events occurring in Mitrasphere. Keep an eye out for them because these events are a great opportunity to reap additional rewards.

  At the moment, we can split limited-time events into a few categories:

    First, Mitrasphere hosts a series of side events where you can enjoy some fun story bits and face stages with relatively low CP requirements. These events will include great rewards for your first clears, including Sea Crystals, and will be your chance to gain exclusive equipment to spruce up your wardrobe. 

  The equipment that drops from these events aren’t typically recommended to be used as your main or support gear as they are more for cosmetics. They are also a decent source of Azure and Jade Gems, allowing you to level up the skills of your main equipment.

    Second are the more challenging events: Grand Battles. Grand Battles revolve around a specific boss. These battles are interesting even for relatively new players, as they will generally include mechanics that can be found in later Expert content, while still being reasonably easy to clear, at least for the first couple difficulties. 

  Like other events, rewards for your first clears are generous, but it can also be very rewarding to farm them for their 4-star armor and accessories. As they offer interesting rewards in a limited time frame, you will be able to find other players to group with quite easily.

    Lastly, Extra Battles are similar to Grand Battles in terms of challenge, except you will fight a boss you can already encounter in the Main Story Expert stages. While they are only available at specific times of the day, similar to the Crimson Seed Guerrilla, they are a great way to benefit from a high drop rate of Job-specific 4-star accessories, and a high concentration of players waiting for a group.

  That’s it for Part 1 of this guide. Stay tuned for Part 2 which will dive into the later stages of the game and mechanics!

  In the meantime, if you have questions about the gameplay or are looking for players to group up with to tackle content, hop on over to the unofficial community Discord!

By: Guest Author

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[Stand My Heroes] お誕生日ガチャ 2019 Birthday Hattori You SSR Gacha Card Story【 That’s a rainbow smile 】Translations

*Sutamai Master-list *MC name is retained as my usual *Part 2′s Story title: [ 君の全部 All of you ] and is voiced.

Part 1 / Part 2

Ran: N-No…it’s okay. It’s fine…!

Hattori: …………

Whatever I wanted to say to her disappeared the moment I laid my eyes on her crying form. The reason why she was crying, was obviously because of something I accidentally let slip.

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Hattori: “A disobedient puppy can’t be called one.”

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(…I guess that was too harsh of me, huh.)

We were enjoying drinking together just an hour ago. But, the very moment I spotted the file that had slipped out of her bag… I couldn’t rein in my feelings, much to my surprise.

(What have I done…How pathetic it was of me.)

The newspaper article she had scrapped-booked was an unsolved case that I was deeply involved in. It was probably because I mentioned it to her once that she decided to search up on the incident; to understand.

However, I wasn’t able to get a hold of the emotions broiling within me quick enough before I lashed out in the heat of the moment.

(I’ve hurt the one person I never want to hurt…)

My heart clenched painfully at the sight of her tearful smile.

Ran: Don’t worry about me, Hattori-san. I was just a little shocked…

Hattori: …Okay, shut up already.

Ran: Ah…

I felt as if words weren’t enough to convey anything anymore, so I moved to embrace her instead. I could feel her small body trembling within my grasp.

(…Now that I think of it, I think I might have been to one to always make her cry.) (…And I’m not even that nice of a person who’s worthy of another’s tears.)

I was once again reminded of how much I loved her, seeing her cry just for my sake, despite how I didn’t want her to ever be crying. Aware of my conflicting feelings about this matter, I moved my lips to her ear.

Hattori: …Can I monopolize your tears, little miss narc?

Ran: …Huh?

Hattori: I’m actually pretty greedy, despite how I look.

Hattori: Your tears of sadness and those of happiness…won’t you give them all to me?

Ran: ……

She finally broke into a smile. Relieved, I started to pat her back in an attempt to soothe her…Only for her to circle her arms around my waist as she clung onto me.

Hattori: Do you intend to crush me with your hug?

Ran: Heh, of course not…

She chuckled and peered up at my face.

Ran: I’ll monopolize you too.

Ran: I’ll accept all of you…Your happiness, your sadness; all of it.

Hattori: You’re about as greedy as me, aren’t you?

Ran: Of course. Only when it comes to you.

Ran: I can be as greedy and selfish as I-…Mngh.

I wanted to hear the rest of what she had to say, but I just couldn’t stop myself from sealing her mouth with my lips. Her eyes had widened in surprise, but she soon succumbed to my warmth as her eyes flickered shut.

(…You’re not someone who just needs to be protected.)

I slowly removed my lips from hers and gazed down at her, our breaths fanning out against each other.

Hattori: You’re really one troublesome girl…

Hattori: Such a troublesome pup needs to be patiently trained; don’t you think?

Hattori: It’ll be my life’s work from now on.

Ran: You-san…

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Happiness, sadness, your smiling face, your crying one; even that troublesome thing called love. I don’t think I’ll ever regret what’s to come in the future no matter what happens, if it means that I can have all of you.

I silently swore it, from the bottom of my heart, as I held onto her lovely self tightly in my embrace.

───⋅𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒩𝒟⋆⋅☆

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