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Din Djarin + being a dad

f a c u l a e (din djarin x fem!reader)

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | releasing chapters every second day

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w o m a n (javier peña x fem!reader)

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | releasing chapters every second day

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

some works are gn, others are fem, check out the key!

original story: day off, requested by @ughitsbaby​  updated: october 2nd, 2020 total finished works: 35 works in progress: 8 planned works: 20

summary: canon-divergent, big family!au

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JJ MAYBANK X READER 

summary: you’ve had a crush on jj maybank for as long as you can remember– but who didn’t have a crush on that boy? recently, your house has become a bit of a safe haven for him after his father lashes out, and you debate on telling him about your feelings.

wc: 3.1k

warning: hinting towards smut… 

a/n: i’m really sorry about how long this took to write, i think i out a lot of pressure on myself for this and it made it not fun to write. but i hope we liked it ! the plot is SLOWLY coming together.. if you think this is it… oh honey.. you’ve got a storm coming…

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It had been four days since your breakfast with the pogues, and it seemed like things had gone back to normal. Or, whatever normal was for your group. You were laying in bed, watching tv before hearing a noise outside your window. Your heart stopped. This was it, this was the moment you were going to die. How ironic that you were watching Criminal Minds, too. Maybe that just made you look dumber. She was watching a show about murderers, and still chose to walk to the window. You could see it in your obituary now.

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the window. Your hand shaking as you went to move the curtain. “Be brave.” You whispered to yourself, biting on your lower lip. You could feel your heart beating fast, you could nearly hear it in your head as you gripped the fabric curtain, ripping it to the side. 

Your body jumped as you saw a figure there, quickly calming down as your eyes distinguished the figure as JJ. Your brows furrowed as you opened the window, pushing it open.

Javier Peña x F!DEA!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Javier both have things to talk about when he visits her apartment one night. Y/N tells her partner about her crush on Brad from the CIA and reveals that she is a virgin and has barely been kissed. She wants to make sure she can impress Brad and asks Javier to educate her on all things sex and seduction.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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this idea popped into my head while my stupid ass was knee deep in narcos. 

I low key have more blurbs planned for this mini series if you guys are interested?? obviously my mando x oc is my priority but I’m trash so why not add more Pedro to this dumpster fire??? 

pairing: javier peña x female reader word count: 2.9k warnings: swearing? no smut in this one but you know me I’m all about that slowwwwww burn bb.

masterlist here 

It had been a remarkably bad day. No, week. And there wasn’t enough wine in the world to blur just how shitty it had been. Monday, your first official day as a DEA in Columbia had gone exactly as you’d expected. Being one of the only female agents, you knew there were going to be sexist comments. And – for the most part – you handled them just fine. You could grin and bear it, take their words with a grain of salt knowing you’d earned your position as one of the best in New York, but God did it grind your gears. To them, you were their glorified secretary. They’d hand you papers to file, documents to sift through, it was all medial work.

That was not what you signed up for.

Tuesday, much like Monday, was another day from hell. The comments had escalated to blatant ogling and catcalling. Which, combined with the secretarial work your superiors still had you doing, made for a real long day.

Wednesday, you met your new partners. Javier Peña and Steve Murphy. Agent Murphy seemed decent enough, he knew what it was like to be new without speaking the language, so he was empathetic in that respect. Agent Peña…well, Agent Peña was another story. He was respectful, that you couldn’t fault him on, but that didn’t stop the flirty remarks and near-constant rubbernecking every time you moved. He eyed you as though you were his next conquest which couldn’t have been farther from reality. You had learned your lesson back in the States when it came to fraternizing with colleagues. Columbia was meant to be a fresh start, a clean slate. You now had a firm rule not to shit where you ate. And by god - you were sticking to it.

Thursday was a blur, if you were honest. It was neither here nor there, but Friday – Friday – was proving to be exceptionally awful.

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE. I HAVE ZERO SELF CONTROL SO HERE’S A BLURB THAT IS OFFICIALLY PART OF THE JAVI THIRST SERIES ™:

Say it

pairing: javier peña x reader word count: 1.3kwarning: teasing, smut (18+) blame the anon.

masterlist here

His hand lingered for a second too long on your thigh. Behind closed doors was one thing but at work? You nearly growled as you smacked it away, garnering a snort from Murphy and a dangerously sexy smirk out of the very man currently doing your head in.

“If you put half as much effort into this case that you do into getting in my pants, Peña, we might have Escobar by now.” Your voice was venomous, your eyes narrowed in on the impossible man that sat to your left.  

His eyebrows shot up his forehead in mock-surprise but that goddamn smirk never faltered. You were aiming below the belt with that one, but if he took any offence to it, he had a hell of a way of showing it. “And maybe if you managed to remove the giant pole up your ass, we’d—”

“Focus, assholes,” Murphy interjected, amused. “The Ambassador’s already breathing down your necks. Don’t give her a reason to fuck this for us.”

here’s another addition to the Woman Series featuring our main man, Javi. I suggest listening to Woman by Mumford and Sons it kinda helped inspire this whole series in my brain.

this is a slow burn bb’s x

word count: 2.5k pairing: javier peña x reader warnings: swearing? is that a warning? it’s narcos, so I mean, comes with the territory. 

masterlist here

If you had a dollar for every time Javier Peña checked out your ass, you’d have enough money to leave for the force and retire early in the Bahamas. Maybe it should have been taken as a compliment because sure in a way, it was. But good god, the man’s head was on a swivel whenever you so much as walked into the room. It had been a few weeks since he’d shown up at your apartment with pizza in hand and, while he stayed true to his word in respecting and trusting the work you did, it didn’t stop the ogling. If anything, it only made it worse.

Before, you were just another woman to him. But now you were his partner. You were his equal. And in his fucked-up head, that somehow made you the forbidden fruit. He couldn’t do anything about his attraction to you, so he settled for this.

What was possibly the most frustrating part in this, however, was that when push came to shove, despite the constant rubbernecking, Javier Peña and Steve Murphy were damn good partners. They had your back, be it at the office or on a raid. When anyone got too handsy on the job or too mouthy, they were there. Sure, you could handle yourself just fine, and they knew as much, but there was a small part of you that was glad they were there. It was nice to have two great agents in your corner when the job got dirty and they were always the first ones to shut down any sexist remarks thrown your way.

And there were a lot.

okay so I got a request few days ago that had to do with strip poker and while I LOVED that idea, I decided to change it up a bit. It’s poker but I made it so that our reader’s past was what was ‘stripped down’. it’s reaching, and I know we’re all dying for some sexy time and tension, but when I say slow burn, I gotta do it. Plus, the next part has some sexy tension in it I promise.

pairing: javier peña x reader word count: 3.9k warning: none, I don’t think? 

this is part 4/??? in the WOMAN series

Just how you ended up here, you couldn’t recall. One minute someone had suggested playing poker, as it was a remarkably slow day for the DEA, the next here you were. Down thirty bucks and still not understanding how every single hand you’d been dealt thus could be this bad.

Was the game rigged? You looked across at Murphy, your dealer for that round, only to find that he looked every bit as frustrated as you did. Good to know you both were shit at the whole poker face gambit. Looking across the table towards Peña, who was far too focused in on his hand to notice your curious stare, you noticed his ever-growing stack of bills and sighed. You really were god-awful at this game.  

“Y/L/N,” one of the other agents grumbled, knocking on the table to get your attention. His name was Walter Kubakis, a transfer from Indiana and god he annoyed the hell out of you. He was pompous and haughty and thought he was the single greatest thing to happen to the department. “Your go, babe. You going to stay in?”

Get fucked, you nearly snarled as you looked over your cards. You had a shit hand but for the sake of killing time, you slid five dollars into the jackpot and leaned back in your chair. Owen, one of the CIA Agent’s working on the force, smirked and raised the stakes by another five. You sighed and let your head fall backwards. “Seriously?” You muttered, throwing your cards down. “Murphy you’re a shit dealer.”

The blonde man sighed and threw down his own cards. “Yeah, you’re telling me.”

Part 5/?? of the WOMAN series. 

I highly suggest listening to Dance For Me by Tones and I whilst reading this. Solely because the song SLAPS and inspired this chapter.

pairing: javier peña x reader word count: 2.7k warning: slow burn but there’s some sexual tension in this one ayyyy

feedback is beautiful my loves!

Sweat moistened every inch of your skin as you downed what was likely your sixth shot of the night. It might have been rum, it might have been whiskey – to be honest, you were drinking whatever was put in front of you – but whatever it was, it didn’t burn going down like the first few had. All this one did was warm your chest a little before you slapped the glass down on the bar top, a look of accomplishment on your face.

A bark of laughter sounded from your partner in crime for the evening as Connie watched you down the shot. You two had grown quite close and thank god for that because if you spent any other waking second surrounded by men, you were going to croak. She was fun and, as Murphy’s wife, she knew firsthand the stresses of the job. Which was precisely why tonight was a go.

Today sucked. Royally. You’d lost a handful of good cops and the Sicario you’d been tailing for the better half of the week had gotten away. Booze was necessary, this was necessary. You weren’t too good at dealing with your emotions on a good day and the idea of going back to your apartment and screaming into your pillow just wasn’t going to cut it tonight.

No, tonight, you needed a release.