Your Reflection

Your Reflection

summary: rq; when the thoughts jacaerys has had his whole life finally can no longer be pushed down he seeks comfort in you

jacaerys targaryen x non targ!reader

w.c: 1.7k

c.w: just a lot of fluff, angst and some minor smut (oral)

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your head whips around at the slam of your room and you stand with wide eyes at the red eyed prince letting out shaky breaths as he swiftly makes his way towards you.

“jace.”

he pulls you into him and falls onto the bed where he lays on top of you, shoving his head into your neck while he lets out weak sobs. “she is being unreasonable” you place your head in his hair while letting out a deep breath. You knew well of his distain for his mothers idea him having ranted for far too long to you about it earlier that same day, to have the low born men and women attempt to claim dragons. bastards.

it was sensitive for him. you knew this far too well. He had gone to try and convince her to change her mind but clearly he had failed and you tried to come up with words that could bring him comfort. “does she not see how foolish this is? to let those people walk amongst us? those those…” he pulls his head away to look at you as he struggles to speak, his face clearly tormented and painful. “they are undeserving. unworthy. they are mongrels and monsters. born out of wedlock believing themselves to be fit for a role they were not made for,”

“are you talking about them or are you talking about yourself?”

he gulps at your words and his eyes well up, “what claim do i have if they claim a dragon? i do not have the hair, the skin, i am a fraud and everyone knows it. I am mere moments away from being stripped of everything i have left.” his head falls onto your chest as his chest heaves up and down with heavy breaths. “i cannot imagine how you feel. the shame you must feel walking down the halls and people staring at you, married to a bastard.”

You grip his face and make him look at you. Hes shocked to see the furry and angry on your face. “i will hear no more of this. you are jacaerys targaryen son of queen rhaenyra taragryen. heir to the iron throne nobody will contest that not. don’t you dare insinuate i am insulted or shamed to be seen with you it is an honor. everyday i wake up blessed to know i married such an honorable and truthful man and i would have it no other way.”

at this point tears are pouring down his face as he shakes his head finding himself refusing to listen to your words. “you could not possibly mean such a thing.” he whines ever so slightly when you bring your lips to his face and kiss the tears off his face, closing his eyes and he refuses to look at you. “i mean it and more. there is no other better man than you. your heritage means nothing to me. should anybody contest that remember you are a targaryen. they shall pay for their contestation with fire and blood.”

he says nothing in return, simply laying his head on your chest while silent tears continue to run down his face. you did not wish to push him to speak, your hands find the back of his head and play with his hair ever so slightly.

“what if they do contest it?” you peer down at him but he continues to stare at the lit fire in your fire pit. “what if after my mother dies they argue and fight and usurp my throne right under me as they have done her? what if there is another war and more people get hurt what if you,,,” His words end up choked up in his throat as he shakes with sobs, you cant help but feel your own eyes begin to water. He’s scared. just a scared young man who doesn’t wish to lose anyone or anything else.

one of your hands soothe his back as you press a kiss to his forehead while your other one cups his face to wipe away his tears. you cannot say anything to console him, knowing this is an issue that runs deeper into his consciousness than you will ever be able to fix by your lonesome. So when you roll him off you he sits up and stares at you in horror as you begin to walk off. his mouth shakily opens to call after you to beg you to stay but his words die on his tongue and he can just let out a meek gasp.

When you arrive back into the room he has his head in his hands while he cries into them. He looks up at you when you place a leather bag next to and tries to catch his breath. His pupils bounce around your face as your hands grab his top and begin to pull it off of him. He allows you, making no move to stop you despite his confusion. “lay on your stomach.” He pauses sniffing as he folds his hands in his lap. When he doesn’t move your cup his face and press a light kiss against his furrowed brows.

He silently pulls away and rolls to lay on his back as you had asked. He has no clue what you’re doing and almost turns to ask you after theres been no movement or talking from you for a bit until he feels you straddle his back and your hands begin to run through his hair. He can smell the oil on your fingers as you delicately run them throughout his curls. He lets out a pleased hum as your nails scratch into his head.

he does not say anything simply allowing you to shower him in affections he normally does not allow you to. cooing at him and pecking all over his back and head. As you move down to massage his neck and back he finds himself overwhelmed with the display of affection and love you’re showering him with he has no clue what to do or say.

Hes even more so embarrassed when you flip him around and he’s hard as a rock. Hes not even feeling sexual in that moment but he’s body is flighting against him. He whines slightly and wishes he could explain himself but he cant. You dont seem to mind. simply dripping more oil onto his skin and working your hands to ease his tension.

He closes his eyes and tries to will it away while you continue to press kisses onto his chest and stomach but if anything it only gets worse at your pure display of love. He hopes he is not ruining this just as he ruins everything. He has never felt so loved in his life he has never felt so at peace since before the war he wants to live in this feeling forever.

His eyes shoot open when you tug his pants down his legs leaving him completely bare and he looks at you alarmed. You say nothing however simply eyeing him as you kiss around his thighs and massage the parts your lips are not. He is breathless as he watches you. When you suddenly stop your movements and look at him he does not know what to do. “i,, shouldn’t i,,, you should,,” The look you have on your face as him stumbling and stuttering over his words. He’s never like this. He would never allow you to do this to him normally. He would insist he get you off first or even outright forbid you to even do something like this more content with pleasing you.

Yet he cant help but be greedy today, the self centered part of him wins and he finds himself nodding to you. He will regret this later he knows he will but when you peck light kissing along his throbbing cock he throws his head back with a moan without a care in the world. His hands grip at the sheets under him when you tongue at his slit slurping up some of his precum before wrapping your lips fully around him.

He understands why some men who are less honorable as he seek out these pleasures often and he almost wishes he allowed you do to this more often. When your hands come to cup and play with his balls his legs shake and he whimpers. He swears he’s going to rip the bedsheets the way he’s gripping at them. His face burns slightly in humiliation and more so in pleasure. sweat drips down the sides of his forehead into his newly oiled hair as he hips uncontrollable thrust up into your mouth where he spews out and apology but you simply hum around him sending another shiver up his spine.

his whole body is shaking with pleasure. He had already been sensitive and relaxed from your overwhelming intimacy he can barely control himself now. he finds himself chanting your name mixed and mumbled with i love you’s. He releases unexpectedly after some louder groans and moans and his eyes well up again as he watches you swallow it down. “im sorry im sorry.” even when he does allow you to do this he never lets himself release in your mouth fearing it may be too much for you and usually just allows himself to spend on your chest.

You climb up to him and press a loving kiss against his lips. He does not mind he can taste himself on your lips as he presses his lips firmly back against yours. The action speaking louder than any words could. He insist he should do something for you in return but the way his eyes droop and struggle to stay open you know he is mere moments from falling asleep. You smile at him and peck his cheek as you shake your head at him. He tries to argue with falters under your comforting hands and sweet nothings into his ear.

He settles with a faint smile on his face the first one you’ve seen on him in many moons. when you rub your hands on his chest he falls asleep at the comfort but not being letting another i love you slip through his lips. His smile grows when he hears you return it before drifting off to sleep where he knows he’ll meet you there too

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you're pleasure is so important to eddie. his one goal every time you fuck is to give you the most blinding, intense orgasm possible, but once he makes you cum all bets are off. that's when he really lets loose because then he's just chasing his own end. his whole weight comes down against you. crushes you beneath him and it's slick and warm with your combined sweat and his thrusts get wild, earth shatteringly hard. just plowing home in desperate search of release and it's so goddamn overstimulating, his hips slamming little ah ah ah's out of you with every frantic hump

you can practically feel his moans echoing in your skull, hardly dulled by his face buried in the pillows beneath you, his sweat-damp curls tickling at your face

and oh man.. thinking about him just pressing you so deep into the mattress. he's so sweaty. it's hard to keep ahold of him, your fingers scramble, nails biting into his slippery skin in an effort to keep him in your grasp. you can barely breathe, you're still winded from your orgasm and he's laying on top of you, he's panting and whining into your neck, POUNDING into you so so desperately because shit he's close

his thrusts get erratic but simultaneously harder and so much more powerful. his balls are slapping your ass and it's sloppy. it's loud. he's making noises into your ear that have you losing your goddamned Mind

and when he finally cums? it's borderline fucking violent

his moan is practically a shout against the curve of your throat. he slams into you so hard that it pushes you up the mattress a little. it has him gripping your shoulder and hip to keep you in place m, to force your further onto his cock until you're nearly crying at how deep he is and, god, he just KEEPS CUMMING. tightening his arms and rutting into you with these little groans that practically vibrate your skull and-

To be loved by a woman

dbf!Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: Javier Peña has been in your life for as long as you can remember. The perfect friend for your father. A gentleman with a charming smile and good taste. How can he resist you if he knows you feel the same way about him?

Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (not specified), dom!Javier, protected PIV, fingering, hair pulling

Wordcount: 2,9k

An: Javier is a gentleman as always. Hope you like pomegranate xx

Music I worked with: Les filles désir - Vendredi sur Mer

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For Javier Peña, nothing was impossible.

There was no situation he couldn't control. There was nothing he couldn't achieve.

That's why it irritated him so damn much that you were out of his reach.

That he couldn't look at you the incorrect way. Incorrect as his thoughts.

Oh how he longed to touch your silky skin…

How he longed to run his fingers through your hair…

How he longed to taste your lips...

But he couldn't.

He knew he couldn't.

So why was he knocking on the same door again? Why did he have a bouquet of roses with him? Why did he use his most expensive aftershave?

"Mr. Peña"

That's why.

A beautiful smile appeared on your lips as you appeared in the doorway. The red lipstick looked perfect on your lips and the red dress accentuated your hips perfectly.

Fuck, you were perfect.

Why it is you who steal his heart?

His thoughts…

…his everything.

“Cariño, I told you to call me Javier,” he smiled broadly, shaking his head in amusement. You laughed too and moved aside so he could go inside. He stopped next to you, greeting you with two kisses on the cheeks. The closest contact he could ever have with you.

“For you,” he said, placing a bouquet of roses towards you. You made a tender face looking at the flowers and accepted them, hugging them to your chest.

“Thank you, you didn't have to,” you thanked him, delighted that he brought you a gift again, as always. Even though he was visiting your father and not you.

Javier watched how beautiful you looked surrounded by flowers.

He looked at you for too long. As always.

He cleared his throat, putting his hands in his jeans pockets and looked around the hall. As if that would distract him from you. A fool's dream.

"Your father?" he asked, glancing at you again.

“In his office,” you replied, looking at him with your beautiful, innocent eyes.

He looked at you for too long again.

He took a breath and nodded before moving to find your father. You closed the door, watching as his shirt strained with each movement of his arms until he disappeared behind the wall. You smiled and looked at the blood red roses and smelled them. They were soaked with his aftershave and cigarettes. The perfect mix.

Javier and your father had a long-standing friendship and common interests. He visited you at least a few times a month. Dinner, a glass of whiskey and sometimes even golf trips.

You couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in your life.

That's why you were unavailable.

You were his friend's daughter.

His only daughter.

His princess.

The apple of his eye.

You smiled to yourself as you heard your father's joyful voice as he welcomed his friend. You put the flowers in a vase and placed them in the middle of the living room table. They were beautiful.

Just like you were in his eyes.

After an hour you found yourself sprawled on the couch, drinking champagne and talking on the phone. Like the true lady you were.

“He bought you a bouquet of roses. Again." Your friend's voice came on the phone. You hummed in agreement. “He recently bought you earrings,” she continued, “with real rubies,” she added more seriously. You nodded again and took a sip of champagne.

“They're beautiful, I must admit,” you laughed softly under your breath.

“Baby, even my boyfriend never did as much for me as he did for you,” she remarked in a high-pitched voice, making you laugh even more.

Your laughter bounced off the walls of the house, catching the attention of Javier who had just left the office. And even though he knew he shouldn't, he closed the door more quietly than necessary. He walked even more quietly through the hall just to hide behind one of the walls and listen to what you were talking about. And he could have cursed himself for what he was doing because he was acting like an idiot, but he couldn't help himself. Not when he heard your wonderful laugh.

"Haven't you thought about repaying him somehow?" your friend asked in an ambiguous tone.

"Of course I thought, I'm not a saint," you replied as if it was obvious. “But my father is a problem. I think so." Javier frowned as he listened to the muffled words.

Your father was… a problem?

“Or maybe it's some kind of male solidarity? Well, you know, like... You are my friend, so I won't fuck your daughter," you explained, sipping champagne.

For a moment, Javier wasn't sure if he heard you correctly or if you really said what you said. His breathing quickened at the thought that you might have been talking about him.

But... him? How on earth could you talk about-

“Those roses must have cost a fortune…” you sighed dreamily, looking at the bouquet. “I'd love to find out if he's as generous in bed as he is with gifts,” you admitted, biting your lip with a wide smile.

And then Javier's heart stopped for a moment, only to start beating several times faster.

Fuck, you were talking about him. Not just usual things… You said dirty things about him.

You were shamelessly talking about your fantasies about him with your friend.

Once the initial shock wore off, a smirk appeared on his lips.

Fuck, you actually said you wanted to have sex with him.

Javier felt so much happiness in his chest that he almost moaned with pleasure. And even though he wanted to keep listening, what he heard was enough for him.

Shaking his head in happiness, he returned towards the office just to play some stupid theatre. He slammed the door next to office and took loud steps on purpose so that you could hear him. He walked down the hall until he stood in the doorway of the living room. His eyes immediately fell on you and your eyes immediately fell on him. There was a strangely tense atmosphere in the room, or it just seemed that way to him.

As if beams of electricity were jumping between you.

You moved the phone away from your ear and placed it against your chest.

"Your father is asking where the whiskey from his birthday is," he spoke first. He looked and sounded normal, and gave no indication that he could hear anything. You believed it.

“Let him check in the dresser under the window,” you replied after a moment of thought.

“Thanks, honey,” Javier nodded and returned to the office. You waited a moment and only when you heard the door slam did you start talking to your friend again.

“I'll get old before he finally decides to lay his hands on me,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and you heard a snort in response.

For the next half hour you were in the kitchen covered in juice. You decided to do something nice and ended up peeling a pomegranate. And even though your hands were sticky with the red juice and the skin was getting under your nails, you smiled to yourself as you put each seed into the bowl.

Satisfied, you began to lick your fingers of the sweet juice and looked at the two bowls full of red seeds.

One of them had no trace of the slightest rind, but the other… well, the other had even more than a few.

You wiped your hands and, smiling, found yourself in front of your father's office door. Without knocking, you opened the door and saw two men laughing like children while sitting with an open bottle of whiskey.

“Princesa,” your father called when he noticed you. You smiled back at him and walked over to the desk they were sitting at, stopped next to him.

"I brought you something sweet," you said, placing a bowl of pomegranate seeds with the skin… in front of your father.

The second bowl landed perfectly in front of Javier, to whom you gave a pleasant smile. Again, his eyes were on you longer than they should have been.

“A woman like you is a treasure, princesa,” your father said, wrapping his arms around your waist with a warm smile. You leaned down, kissing his head and then started towards the exit. Javier's gaze was fixed on the red seeds that reflected the delicate light of the lamp.

Perfectly peeled.

Perfectly clean.

For him, not your father.

For him.

You went back to the kitchen, starting to clean up the mess you made. Taking your time, you threw away the leftover fruit and washed the dishes.

You were wiping the leftover juice off the counter when someone's hands tightened on your hips. You jumped in place, scared, and looked over your shoulder at what turned out to be Javier.

You breathed a sigh of relief and laughed nervously. “You scared me,” you said, amused. But then you noticed that he wasn't even smiling. He looked at you with a seriousness you had never seen from him.

Your smile slowly disappeared from your face as he stared at you silently. In a matter of seconds, the atmosphere between you changed dramatically. His hands on your hips began to burn your skin and the temperature in the room made you sweat.

You swallowed hard, scanning his eyes for signs of anything. And then, literally for a second, your eyes fell on his lips. For Javier, that second was enough.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked seriously, which made you confused. He didn't sound happy. Was he mad at you?

"What are you-"

“Don’t,” he interrupted you. You immediately closed your mouth. You looked at him like an innocent sheep, waiting for him to explain what was going on. “Don't play with me,” he said, shaking his head slowly as if warning you. You swallowed hard and opened your mouth to continue speaking.

Ineffective.

“I love your love language,” he began, looking deep into your eyes. “And since we both show it a little differently…,” he continued and his hands slowly slid down your hips to your thighs. You held your breath as his fingers hooked the hem of your dress, sneaking under the fabric and slowly pulling it up. “Let us try to find common language,” he whispered into your ear.

You closed your eyes, feeling shivers run through your entire body and bounce between your thighs. Javier ran his nose along your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss at the end as his hands uncovered your hips.

You started breathing heavily, watching his face with blurry eyes and at that moment, this look became his favorite.

Drunk by him.

His fingers slowly slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly began to slide them down to your thighs. His hands slowly moved up, squeezing your buttocks, making you moan. His hot breath bounced off your neck as his hand slowly moved to your lower abdomen and then lower.

You moaned as his fingers traced your clit to your entrance.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your ear, his fingers tightening on your hip as he began to spread your juices with his other hand. "Silence."

You whimpered softly as his fingers began to slowly rub your clit. You tilted your head, leaning on his shoulder, which he immediately took advantage of by placing wet kisses along the entire length of your neck.

You panted heavily as you felt his fingers work wonders. You braced your hands on the kitchen counter, digging into his body. The excitement he was causing in you quickly turned into an impending orgasm.

“Javi…” you moaned, wanting to speak, but nothing else managed to come out of your mouth except gasps.

“Mmm, you're so sweet,” he murmured as he continued to kiss your neck.

He worshiped you.

Every part of you.

His fingers worked at the same pace from start to finish until you came with a high-pitched moan. Javier continued to caress your clit as long as you continued to thrust your hips into his hand, eager for an extension of the pleasure.

You shuddered one last time in his arms before he removed his hand. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but he wouldn't let you.

His hand pushed against your back, forcing you to rest on the counter. You blinked a few times, your mouth parting in shock at his decisive movements, and you glanced over your shoulder at him to speak. But the words got stuck in your throat when you saw him put a condom over his cock.

You immediately turned your head, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. You fixed your gaze on the bouquet of roses bathed in the twilight, which now seemed even more beautiful. Javier gently moved your hair to the side and leaned close to your ear.

“With you, my male solidarity doesn't exist,” he whispered and didn't even give you a moment to realize that he had heard your conversation.

He slowly pushed his hard cock into you, making you moan and he gasped, stopping deep inside you. He breathed heavily against your ear for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

This is what heaven felt like to him.

It only lasted a few seconds before he straightened up, digging his fingers into your hips and starting to move his. You froze with your lips parted, your face twisting in pleasure as you felt him thrust into you with strong movements. Javier wasn't able to hold back and control the desire he had felt for you for so long.

After all this time, you were his.

He could finally touch you.

He could finally kiss you.

He could finally worship you.

He could finally make you scream his name in pleasure.

Each thrust was strong, perfectly perfumed, perfectly hitting every weak spot of yours. His cock would thrust into you over and over again and his balls would slap against your clit.

Fuck, you were in heaven.

Moans caught in your throat as you tried to catch your breath.

You weren't able to.

Javier growled every time he pounded into you all the way. Like the animal he became because of you. For you.

His hand found its way to your hair and in one movement he wrapped it around his wrist, pulling you back. You gasped, straightening up like a string.

“Tell me…” he panted against your ear, thrusting into you over and over again. “Do you think your father would be proud to see you now?” he asked, tightening his grip on your hair. You groaned, clenching your hands on the counter as if it would help you in any way.

You tightened around his cock in response and he laughed bitterly.

“How his little daughter being fucked on the kitchen counter?”

“No,” you choked out tearfully.

“You are fucking right,” he growled, letting go of your hair. In one move, he grabbed your wrists, pulling them back only to lock them behind your back. He pushed you against the counter, preventing you from moving. The cold marble touched your hot skin, which brought you no relief. You cried out as you felt his cock enter you at a perfect angle that made your knees tremble.

“Javi…” you squeaked, trying to warn him.

“Shhh,” he silenced you, glancing at your face before he went back to watching his cock disappear into your pussy.

Fucking Nirvana.

“You're going to cum like a good girl,” he gasped, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, feeling you slowly begin to tighten on him more and more often. “You are a good girl, right?” he asked, looking down at you with satisfaction.

Oh how much he had dreamed of this moment…

“Yes,” you cried, feeling that a few more moves and your fight would be over.

Javier snorted in satisfaction, tightening his grip on your wrists. You started moaning more and more often as you felt your orgasm building.

“Yes baby, fuckin’ come on my cock,” he growled, pushing his cock into you like an animal.

And as if on cue, you came, pursing your lips to keep from moaning out loud. Javier stopped his movements at how tight you started to tighten on him and to his surprise, it worked wonders.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned in shock as he came right after you. He began to pant heavily from his sudden orgasm and looked at you in disbelief.

He came and he wasn't even close so how the fuck is it possible.

You tightened your grip on his cock, drawing the last drops of fulfillment from him until you slowly began to calm your breathing.

Javier wiped the drops of sweat from his face, breathing heavily. He let go of your wrists and leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

“You're fucking amazing,” he whispered, panting into your ear, making you shiver. You laughed, tired but fulfilled, and that was enough for him to smile. You were like a drug to him and now he knew that nothing would stand in his way of keeping you.

imagine jacaerys who is the sweetest person to be betrothed to, jace who upon meeting you takes your hand softly bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it. jace who will stand up to aegon when he makes an inappropriate comment to you. jace who gives you sweet gifts that range from jewelry to new dresses to sweets early in the morning. jace that makes your heart swell with pride when he stands up for himself and luke at the family dinner. jace always keeps his hand in yours or has his arm around your waist to show others that you’re his <3.

size kink but like domestic…. can’t reach the cabinet and joe pushes you aside gently “here, you’re too little, let me do that” or cuddling with him and doing the whole “omg your hand is SO big” routine 🥺

screaming. kicking. crying. i love the domestic side so so so much

warnings: fem!reader, size kink (not sexual), reader is described as "small, tiny, little" but no description of a body type. lots of fluffy goofy soft joey.

little silly side note; in my head, everything i'm writing that's related to size kink is all about the same couple from that fic so it's 'their story' basically like this is when they first started dating. obviously you don't have to read it like that but just thought i'd let you know incase you wanted to read it the same way :)

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he's been watching you for the past two minutes. leaning against the wall of your kitchen with his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk fighting its way on his lips.

he wasn't being quiet deliberately, you just didn't happen to hear him come in which is extremely unlike you. usually, you could feel when he's close by sensing his mere presence. it also helps that he's almost twice as big as you so it isn't necessarily the hardest thing in the world to hear his footsteps approaching.

but right now you were caught up with something else. something bigger. something more out of your reach than the top of your boyfriend's head.

the goddamn skittles that seem to have magically teleported to the top cabinet in your kitchen.

how it even got there makes no sense to you. you never use the top cabinets since they're too high out of your reach.

another minute of stretching your arms out to their maximum stretch distance while standing on your tallest tip toes, your muscles started to hurt and you were starting to think that maybe the skittles aren't really worth it. maybe.

joseph couldn't help himself. he wanted to intervene, he wanted to help and get them for you but you just looked so adorable to him like that. wearing his shirt which sat like a dress on you, a shirt he didn't even realize you stole until he walked in and saw it on you then he knew that shirt was no longer his, reaching down to your mid thigh. putting your best effort into doing something he could do in an instant, without even rising his arm.

he only stopped admiring you in silence once you heard you huffing, clearly getting irritated and he knew it's time to step in.

he walked up to you and this time you could feel him approach but before you could turn to him, you felt his hand on your hip, gently pushing you aside a little bit so he could get a better look at what have became the snack cabinet since of course, he can see into it. "what do you want darling?" he asked, trying his best not to chuckle at the pout on your lips.

"skittles please." you tell him before huffing again as you watch him effortlessly grab and hand it to you then you take it a little aggressively. "i don't even know how it got up there, i never use the top ones"

joe nods before closing it, turning to you with his lips tucked in in guilt. "that might've been my fault."

"what?"

"when we were putting away the groceries, i didn't know where to put away the snacks and that cabinet was empty so i just assumed that's where they go.." he admits, giving you his best puppy eyes, mentally knocking himself over the head with a stick for not knowing better and silently praying you wouldn't get too mad at him.

"why would i put something out of my own reach?" you ask him, more curious about his though process when he did it to be upset at him.

"i don't know maybe so you could invite me in and ask me to get them for you as a way of.. flirting..?" he says it more like a question, squinting his eyes at you for a second until you do the same at him, "yes, flirting. you do it to flirt with me."

"you're such an idiot." you turn your attention to the skittles in your hand, ripping the bag open and putting one in your mouth to hide your smile from him.

"i'm the idiot who got your skittles because you're too tiny to get them yourself, correct." he fires back and you can't even fake being mad at him anymore because he is right so instead you just do a dramatic sigh and walk out of the kitchen.

"if you're behind me, i don't care i'll start the movie without you"

~

two hours passed with you and joe cuddled up on the couch, watching shitty 80's horror movies because they're funnier than most of today's comedy ones.

as the night went on, you begun getting more and more sleepy even though you've napped for three hours earlier today in preparation for your movie night date but something about being in his arms just made you ready to doze off. you're pretty sure there's a scientific reason to why you feel this way whenever you're around him, you've read it before. something about your hormones or maybe his hormones but it had to do something with hormones responding well to each other and releasing some other hormone that stimulate the feeling of safety thus the ability to get vulnerable and what's more vulnerable than feeling asleep next to someone but you could be making all of that up in your hazy brain.

another thing your hazy brain decided to fixate on is his hands. you've noticed them for a while but only now you truly seem them as one of them is resting on your hip while the other is wrapped around your waist, both of them completely covering the space they've occupied.

you shift in his embrace to get both of your hands around his wrist, bringing it closer to your face, inspecting it kind of.

he ditches the television and stares at you as you're gawking at his hand like it's the most interesting thing in the world. he doesn't fail to notice how you had to hold it with both of yours. "anything exciting in there?"

"no it's just.." you pull his hand away from your face and make him open his palm as if he's giving a high five then place your own palm against his, comparing your hands. "oh my god.. your hand is.. enormous." you move your hands to the side so he could see them.

he's noticed it before, long before you did. how could he not? but seeing it now fully pressed against his own really puts in perspective how small you are, seeing how his hand is more than twice as big as yours. hell, it's probably the size of only three of his fingers.

"hmm? i think your hand is just little.." he watches your fingers begin to move into the inside of his palm, exploring it. tracing the lines and going between his fingers, seeing how many you can fit in there and he couldn't help but pull you closer and chuckle, feeling your entire body wrapped around his torso, amplifying his point. "god you're so small"

"no i'm not. it's you! you're just.. big." you tell him and mean it. he is big with his wide shoulders and chest, thick neck and thighs, big arms and enormous hands. bigger than you, so much bigger than you. if it was anyone else, you'd feel scared being around someone like him, fear of being overpowered or overcrowded but that was never you had to worry about with him.

you hated feeling small because most of the time before you only felt it when you were being belittled but not with him. he doesn't make you feel like you're easy to be pushed aside once you're done being used as an arm rest or a second best. he makes you feel small in a way that makes you feel safe enough to start to like it and you're liking it more and more by each second that passes.

he holds your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles before intertwining his fingers with yours. his look so much bigger now that yours are sitting between them like that but they fit with yours. he fits with you.

"yeah? well look at that, we seems like we're a perfect fit."

~

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just keep breathing | javier peña x f!reader

pairing: javier peña x afab!fem!reader

summary: javi finds it harder and harder to keep up with the more physical aspects of his job. reader offers him some love and words of comfort.

word count: 1k

rating: 18+ minors dni

warnings etc: BODY REPRESENTATION <3 (reader is described as having thicker thighs, a belly, and crow’s feet), smoking + smoking related health issues, hurt/comfort, back massages, fluff, angst, bein in ur 30s/40s, established relationship. probably bad spanish (please correct me). NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: just a little drabble while i finish up imh pt 2. this is not based on any canonical instance, just a made up scenario that i imagine taking place somewhere in season 3 of narcos. 

PLEASE NOTE that this is purely self-indulgent and may not to speak to the experiences of every larger-bodied person and/or smoker.

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