Help Me - Oneshot

Pairing: Javier Peña x 18 yr old informant

Warnings: cussing, anxiety, slight panic attack, mention of murder, mention of bruises

Requested?: Yes - part two of the oneshot Find Us (I believe it centered around the reader being at her older sister’s apartment and she has hallucinations about the men being there for her and Javier comes and stays with her until her sister returns)

Author’s note: PLEASE read warnings before proceeding

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Time seemed to pass by slowly over the following days, but you managed to survive. Even though it meant spending the majority of each passing day hunkered under the covers in your bed inside of your sister’s apartment. The nights have been rough since you returned because your mind rages with nightmares the bad men are still hurting you. You always wake not knowing the time of day with your body feverish and the sheets wet from the sweat.

Now today you sigh heavily, push the bedding aside then get out of the bed. You stretch before making your way through the apartment. You stop suddenly as you notice your older sister rushing between the kitchen and living room.

“What’s going on?” you ask her groggily. You had been sleeping most of the time for the past few days, letting your body heal from the trauma.

Camelia stops and looks at you. She frowns before walking over to you and rubs your arms. “I have to go out of town for a couple of days. Work,” she pauses, her eyes sliding over your soft and worrisome features, “I know you are strong hermana, but I really need to go.” She doesn’t want to tell you why. It’s best to give you the news when she returns.

Cam had been by your side since you were found. She didn’t leave your side except to cook meals and get you something to drink. She even helped you to the bathroom and helped you shower. She’d run her eyes up and down your body but never spoke of the bruises she saw though you had seen the worry in her eyes when she first saw them, but she helped with medication and making sure you were comfortable. She has been your rock; she is your rock.

Mi Vida - Oneshot

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings: fluff, sweetness

Requested?: Yes by @murdermewithbooks for the 1k followers celebration

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Javi stretched back in his chair. His body was tired, bones achy. He was getting older by the day. When he returned his focus to his desk, he smiled at the picture staring back at him, thoughts of hoping the clock hits five sooner than later. He needed to see the people in that picture.

Once the clock hit five, Javi grabbed his jacket and said prompt goodbyes to the rest of his coworkers. He didn’t have time for chitchat, he didn’t want to stay around and talk about the long day or the harrowing paperwork piling up on everyone’s desk. He needed to get home.

After stopping by the local market, which was only a few blocks away from his house, he walked through the small garden park, letting the stress of the day go before making his way home. Children laughing and playing greeted his ears, while the light traffic of people coming home from their jobs filled the streets of the small neighborhood, he now lived in. He couldn’t wait to see the front door, open it, and be greeted by who was inside.

Javi unlocks the front door, opens it wide and steps inside, “honey, I’m home.”

The door closes shut behind Javi as he shakes his head. He’ll never get tired of saying those words. It did take him a while to get used to saying those words, but he kept repeating them daily when he returned home from work, and it became habitual.

The pitter-patter of little feet scurry down the steps of the two-story home.

“Papa!” “Daddy!” Two voices sing in unison as they latch onto Javi’s legs.

Serene - Oneshot

Pairing: Javier Peña x female D.E.A. agent reader

Warnings: cussing, fluff, sweetness

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Can you write a platonic Javier peña x reader who’s a dea agent and she as ADHD and it just shows how he helps her deal with it. Maybe one night him,Murphy, and the reader stay late looking and the files and she starts flipping out and he gets her to calm down and she’s apologized and it’s just  sweet and fluffy. I’m the one who requested the Javier x reader with ADHD can you show him also helps her when she gets overwhelmed with the work.

Author’s note: Anon - I hope this is what you were looking for :)

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You sigh heavily and angrily as you place another stack of paperwork on your desk.

Murphy and Peña look over at you.

“Why do you two always have to get in trouble?” You ask.

Murphy and Peña glance at one another then back at you.

“I thought you loved doing paperwork,” Peña remarks sarcastically.

You glare at him as Murphy hides a laugh.

“Not yours,” you reply, “you should be doing your own.”

Peña shrugs and holds out his hand, “give me some.”

“Now, wait a goddamn minute,” Murphy’s voice is in shock, “Javier Peña doing paperwork? A sight to behold.”

You hand Javier a couple of files before taking a seat at your desk.

Javier looks at Murphy, “I said I’ll help. Why don’t you?”

Murphy sighs, “fine.”

You laugh lightly and smile as you hand some files over to Murphy.

The three of you settle in for the night to focus on clearing up the paperwork.

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Your eyes are tired. You want to close them and sleep. The words on the pages have become blurry and incoherent.

You moan inwardly as your place your head in your hands. Your legs become jittery and begin bouncing under your desk.

“Okay there agent Y/L/N?” Peña asks lightly.

You lift your eyes and look at Peña. Take in his serious dark brown eyes, the mustache above his lips. “I’m fine.”

He looks you over. “I’ll go get some us some coffee.”

Murphy pulls out a flask, “make it some Irish coffee.”

The three of you laugh.

Minutes later Peña returns with cups of coffee, the steam billowing from the hotness of the liquid fills the room with the aroma.

You take a sip of the hot liquid as Murphy pours a little alcohol in his and Peña’s cups.

“Come on Y/N,” Murphy grins, “you know you want some.”

You hold out your cup and watch as Murphy pours some liquor into your coffee. You grimace at the taste but at least you hope this will get you through the rest of the night.

“Not an Irish coffee fan?” Peña laughs as he sits down.

You shrug and put your cup down then return to the mundane paperwork.

Rescued - Oneshot

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings: violence, cussing, SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), mention of a severed finger

Request?: Yes from this ask - Can I please have a Javier, where he's captured and tortured, it takes you a while to find him (maybe days or weeks) while he's recovering he admits his feelings for you. However, he's practically moved into your place because he can't fall asleep alone. can you make it both nsfw and fluffy? Or you choose and surprise us.

Author’s note: none

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Once Escobar’s inside La Catedral you, Peña, Murphy and a few others go out and celebrate. Even though you know Escobar made the prison for himself, he’s behind bars. Well, you feel he is in some way.

You’re sitting at a table inside the usual haunt most of the agents frequent after long days or celebrating a bust. You nurse your cocktail, keeping to yourself as you watch some of the others laugh and drink to their hearts content.

“You’ve been eyeing someone in particular?” Peña asks from behind you.

You jump and look back at him. “From our office? No.”

“You sure?”

You raise an eyebrow as he takes a seat. “Have you Peña?”

He takes a swig of his beer. “I’ll tell you who, if you tell me yours.”

You smirk and take a sip. “You go first.”

“I asked you first Y/N.” Peña remarks.

You laugh, “you don’t need to know.”

Peña shrugs, “then you don’t need to know either.”

You glance at him as he takes another swig of beer. You stand then lean over and brush your lips against his ear, “meet me outside Javi.”

Javier’s cock hardens as he feels your lips against his ear, hears the lust in your voice when you whisper his name. He downs the rest of his beer. His eyes remain on you as you walk past the raunchy and loud coworkers.

He adjusts himself before getting up.

“Really Peña?” Murphy asks as he approaches the table.

“Drop it Murphy. You know I’ve wanted her…”

Murphy smirks, “yeah I know. Just don’t fuck it up. We all work together.”

“Yeah,” Peña looks at Murphy, “I know.”

Peña walks past the group of coworkers and out into warm night air. A hand pulls on his jacket, pulling him to the side of the building.

You brush your lips against Javier’s as he runs a hand through Y/H/C hair. You grab his free hand and place it on your shirt then move it down.

“Y/N,” Javier grounds out as he moans.

“I want you Javi,” you whisper, “I don’t care if you fuck around with other–”

Javier captures your mouth then pulls faintly away, “there will be no one else Y/N. I’ve wanted you too.”

You pull on his jacket, bringing his mouth against yours again. You taste the beer he was drinking as his mustache tickles your upper lip.

The two of you are lost in one another that neither of you hear the squealing of car tires then the opening of doors or the cocking of weapons.

“Agent Peña!” A gruff accented voice shouts.

Javier turns and shields you.

You take in the few cars with their bright headlights, you make out shadowy figures. All of them in masks pointing guns at you and Peña.

“Javier,” you whisper.

“Quiet,” Javier grounds out in a whisper.

You feel for his gun, which he usually has in the waistband of his jeans, but he doesn’t have it, and yours is in your car.

Fuck, your mind screams.

“You need to come with us!” The gruff accented voice boasts.

What, no, you think as you whisper, “Javi.”

“It’s fine,” Javier remarks.

“It is not fine!” You hiss.

Javier turns and looks at you. He runs a finger along your jaw. “I’ll be fine.”

You look at him with sadness and concern. “Don’t go.”

“Now! Peña!”

Javier ducks his head then looks at you, “you’ll find me.”

You watch Javier turn back around and walk into the bright lights, praying it’s not the last time you see him.

Off Limits - Oneshot

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), spanking, roughness, biting

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Do you think Pena would be into Spanking when having sex, as well as biting you on your neck in a place he knows you can't cover it up so people at work will see it, and ask you about it and who it was and you have to lie to your own brother Steve that it was just a one night stand as Pena sit right next to him smiling to himself knowing that it was him that did it this morning and he also know that his cum is probably dripping into your paints as you work all day, .... I wanna be sorry but...

Author’s note: none

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Steve left the key for his apartment at the embassy, which you now had in your hand trying to get it to unlock the door to his apartment. But the fucking thing wouldn’t work!

You sigh heavily and place your head against the door. You’ve had a long flight, you’re hungry, you’re tired. You couldn’t wait to close your eyes and sleep. Then you remembered Steve saying something about his partner living in the same building.

You grab your suitcase and head back down the flight of stairs. You remember Steve mentioning Peña was on the first floor to the right, which means his door was now on your left.

You tip toe to the door; you hear some hustling around on the other side.

You straighten the clothes you have on, trying to look your best. You knock briskly on the door.

Within seconds its open and the face looking back at you is…

Damn, you think as heat instantly floods your body.

“What?” Comes the harsh voice.

You point up, “uh Steve’s not home. And the key he left…”

Both eyebrows shoot up. “And who are you? I know he isn’t thinking about cheating on Connie with you.”

“Excuse me?” Your voice is snarky.

“Murphy’s a married man sweetie.” He retorts.

“I fucking know. I’m here to check on him because he told me she left him and returned to Miami with the baby.”

His deep brown eyes gloss over you. “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N. Last name Murphy. I’m his sister.” You remark coldly.

He looks at you seriously now then avoids your icy stare. “Sorry.”

You sigh heavily and cross your arms. “The key he left me doesn’t work. And he said you lived in the same building. I need a couch to crash on until he gets back.”

He opens the door wider and holds out his hand. “I’m Peña. Javier.”

You look at his hand, shake it. “Nice to meet you. I guess.”

Javier watches you walk in. “You guess?”

“Not every day I get mistaken for a prostitute.”

Javier grins and shakes his head. “What Steve tell you about me?”

“Enough.” You reply as you walk further into his apartment.

Steve had told you Peña wasn’t like his old partners back in Miami. Peña liked to do the nitty and gritty work. He liked to sleep around, especially with girls who were close to Escobar and his men. When Steve told you this, Steve was also warning you to stay away from Peña, stay far away.

“Cozy place,” you remark.

Javier snorts. “You want something to eat? Drink?”

“I’m starving,” you reply as you eye his badge and gun on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“All I have are some leftovers,” Javier says from the kitchen.

“Anything is fine.” You retort. You didn’t care, your stomach’s growling.