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Hello!!! I absolutely love these and if you’re taking taking requests from the one prompt list could I request drunk Whiskey with #27? Love your writing so much by the way! ❤️❤️❤️

Hello anon! First of all I'm so happy you requested this, I've been wanting to write a drunk Whiskey for some time but just couldn't find the right inspiration, so thank you! And secondly, thank you for your feedback, it is very much appreciated 💜

Macallan (Agent Whiskey x F!Reader)

27. “You’re so pretty.”

Warning: Drunk!Whiskey, mention of alcohol, implied age gap, fluff

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Opening a bottle of whiskey is a special ritual, and only occurs when good things have happened. 

When Jack pours you three fingers of the expensive Macallan, you raise an eyebrow at him. 

"I thought this was a two fingers kind of evening?" you ask as you watch him pour some for himself. 

"It's a celebration, might as well finish the whole bottle." he smiles at you and takes the glass in his hand, raising it for a toast.

"And we are toasting to?" you gaze at him expectantly as you swirl the drink a couple of times. 

"To you." he puts his glass right in front of yours "I couldn't have done it without you." 

Smiling, you clink your glass to his and down the drink simultaneously. You feel the warmth running down your throat and settling in your chest, its taste is completely different than other whiskeys you've had before and has a slight undertaste of vanilla. 

"Want some more?" Jack takes the bottle and wiggles it, but you decline, knowing very well that your supportation limits in regards to alcohol are very low. 

"No, thanks. You know me Jack, I can't drink another one." you sigh and place your glass on the coffee table. 

"Yeah… I know, sugar." he loops one arm around your shoulders. 

"But you go ahead Jack." you pat his thigh "Have as many as you want, your tolerance is way higher than mine." 

A couple of glasses later, Jack is already drunk and he makes grabby hands at everything, from your hips to your thighs and you're glad he's the type of person that when gets drunk is all happy and smiley. 

"You're so pretty." his brown eyes dart back and forth between yours as he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger. 

"Jack…" the slight warning tone in your voice takes him by surprise, and he tilts his head to the side. 

"Have I…" he sighs as he licks his lips "... Have I ever told you that you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen, sugar?" 

You shake your head with a smile, he frowns. 

"Then I'll say it now: you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen." he slurres out "Even prettier than the Cumberland Falls." 

"Yeah?" you chuckle at the comparison. 

"Oh yeah." he nods solemnly "They are beautiful." 

"Thank you." you mutter and wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

"More beautiful that all that exists in this world!" he adds enthusiastically "And I fucking love you. You, my precious pumpkin." 

"I love you too, Jack." you chuckle and place a soft kiss to his cheek "But I believe you've had enough of this Macallan, don't you think?" 

"Probably. Yeah." he giggles "Now… would you mind kissing me, little miss?" 

You sit up on the sofa and tilt your head forward, feeling his breath ghost over your lips. His eyes are closed and lips slightly pursed as he waits for you to kiss him, and you smile to yourself, finding his drunk alter ego to be very soft, funny and irresistible. 

As soon as your lips touch his, Jack sighs into your mouth, melting against you as his whole body relaxes. One of your hands travels up to his nape and caresses his hair, while the other rests just above his pounding heart. 

The faint notes of vanilla are still nestled into his mouth and you breathe him in, alcohol mixed with his intoxicating scent. 

His tongue swipes between your lips, begging you to let him have a taste. You immediately grant him access, letting his tongue press and glide over yours in a kiss that knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you feel drunk off of him. 

When you slowly pull away, his eyes remain closed for a brief moment and he takes a long, deep breath. 

"You okay, Jack?" you ask concerned, your voice a bit raspy from the kiss. 

"More than okay. I feel amazing." he opens his eyes and smiles at you, his expression the softest you've seen on his face.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you cannot resist the tenderness you see in his eyes, and you pull him closer again as you peck his lips affectionately.

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Could I please request 74 &/or 79? ^-^

Hi Shannon! Thank you so much for this request ✨ I remember you requested Marcus Moreno previously, so I thought I would write him again for you 💕

Perfect evening (Marcus Moreno x F!Reader)

74. “P-please s-s-stop.”

79. “Tell me what you want.”

Warning: 18+, SMUT, explicit content, unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, fluff

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Being a single dad has its pros and cons, especially when your daughter is at the beginning of her teenage years. Stubbornness alternated to sweetness, moments of joy that turn into sad times… the complete package.

When Marcus asked you, his lovely neighbor, for help, you couldn't have been happier.

It all started with helping Missy with her homeworks, transformed soon after into movie nights on Saturdays and, once you and Marcus had finally managed to confess your feelings for one another, you practically moved in with them.

"This is so boring!" you huff loudly as you sit up on the couch.

Action movies aren't your cup of tea, never were, but Marcus? He loves them, his eyes are practically glued to the screen even if the movie in question is the 200th re-run of "Die Hard".

"I'm going to bed…" you stand up with a yawn and start to make your way out of the living room.

"Babe, wait." he takes your hand in his and gently tugs at it "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm a little tired…" you sigh and he raises both eyebrows.

"You sure?" he asks, his voice incredibly low as he pulls you down to sit on his lap.

"Well, actually…" a small laugh leaves your mouth "This movie sucks."

"You could have just told me, babe." he chuckles in response, eyes lost into yours.

"And ruin your perfect evening? No, I couldn't."

"You know what is a perfect evening to me?" he asks as one of his hands comes up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

You already know what it is, but you want to hear Marcus say it, so, you shake your head.

"Making love to you. That is the perfect evening." he whispers as he swipes his thumb across your lower lip, grazing the plump flesh.

His words are sweet as honey, you simply can't resist him and tilt your head forward to capture his lips with yours. You kiss him, slowly and languidly at first, a tangle of tongues and breaths, until he growls into your mouth, and you lose it.

The kiss turns passionate, hungrier, his teeth nib and tug at your lips, tongues licking into each other's mouth with so much want you let out a low, guttural moan that makes him twitch in his pants.

Marcus grabs you by the hips and pulls you to the side, laying you down on the couch as he positions himself on top of you. Your legs open, giving him space to settle between them as you kiss again and again. He touches every inch of your body and your skin feels on fire as he grabs handfuls of your thighs and hips, groping and kneading the tender flesh.

You remove his fogged up glasses and throw them on the other couch, earning a hearty laugh from him once they slide down and fall on the carpet.

"Shit, sorry." your hand reaches for them, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist and pinning it above your head.

"Don't care about the glasses." he breathes out and kisses you again as he starts to grind against you.

His other hand sneaks past the hem of your leggings and dips inside your panties, already soaked with your arousal. He runs his index finger up and down your slit at a tantalizing slow pace, watching you squirm under his body as your mouth opens.

“P-please s-s-stop.” you hiss and he stills his movements, looking down at you with a puzzled expression.

"I-I… Marcus, please…" you pant and tremble, your body heating up as you clench down on nothing.

"Tell me what you want." he looks at you with hooded eyes and you gulp.

"I need you inside of me. Please. Please." you beg him, your eyes look deeply into his brown ones, now darker with lust and resembling the colour of molasses.

"Jesus, you're so pretty when you beg." he whispers as he makes quick work of his t-shirt and sweatpants, throwing them somewhere in the living room before he helps you out of your leggings and panties.

You remove your t-shirt and bra and, as soon as your breasts bounce free in front of him, his mouth latches onto your right nipple, sucking and biting it as you grab a fistful of his hair and tug it.

"Marcus…" you mumble in a broken voice and he releases your nipple with a pop as he slides both hands over your sides and positions himself between your thighs.

"Ready for me, love?" he looks down at you and you nod impatiently, licking your lips in anticipation.

The tip of his cock breeches your entrance, and he pushes himself inside of you, inch by inch, until he's bottomed out completely. You feel incredibly full, and he stays still for a moment, giving you both time to adjust to one another.

"So fucking perfect baby…" he growls as he slowly pulls himself out, leaving only the tip in, before sinking back in with a powerful thrust that makes your eyes roll back.

His hips snap against yours, the pace quickening as you moan and cry out, a familiar warmth growing inside of you as soon as he presses against your g-spot.

"M-marcus… " you babble out, your mind turning dizzy as pleasure starts to build inside of you.

"Tell me, I need you to tell me."

"I-I want... I want your baby." you whimper and his thrusts become faster and erratic, sign that his orgasm is fast approaching.

"Yes, yes… God, I love you so much." he groans and lowers himself to kiss you, your mouths open and engage in a sloppy kiss that only heightens the heat of the moment.

Your hips buck up on their own, your muscles flex and walls flutter as you clench down on him, and he throws his head back with a hiss, chasing desperately his own ecstasy.

Thrusting a few more times, Marcus finally comes, spurting threads of his warm cum inside of you while you caress his cheek.

He collapses on top of you, head pressed on your heaving chest as you run your fingers on his back, caressing it gently.

You feel satisfied, loved and complete. You have all you've ever wanted: Marcus, his daughter Missy and, soon, a little one.

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My sweet @carstwirs, first of all, I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this, but it's been a crazy week. I really loved your request and your suggestions on how to write this, hope you like it 💗

A wish come true (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

84. “Mine. Only mine.”

Warning: 18+, SMUT, explicit content, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, cum eating, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap up your willy!), language, slight dom!kink, a crumb of fluff

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“Wha-what are you doing?” he asks between ragged breaths, his head tilted to the side while you place sweet kisses on his neck.

You love his neck and you love the way his tendons and muscles flex under the golden skin. 

“Shhh...” you whisper in his ear before giving an experimental lick to the curved cartilage at the top.

He breathes out a moan, his eyes half-closed to relish the moment your fingertips graze his jawline, before descending slowly and coming to rest on his sternum. When your lips leave his ear, Javier stares back at you in complete awe, his mouth slightly parted but no words escape from it.

Once you slide your hands under his half-opened shirt, you can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and you keep your hand right there as your mouths come together for a passionate kiss. 

“Mine. Only mine.” you murmur after your mouths part.

“I’m yours.” his husky voice makes you shiver and his lips find their way back to yours into another deep kiss that takes your breath away.

Javier places both hands under your thighs, lifting you with ease as you keep kissing until he lays you on the bed and pins your body between his strong arms. He starts to pepper kisses along your neck and then moves down to the valley between your breasts, easily accessible thanks to the deep neckline of your dress.

He hooks his fingers under the shoulder straps and lowers them, kissing your skin as he does so. 

“Javi...” you moan when he starts to suckle on your right nipple, the tickling of his mustache only heightens the pleasure as he cups and squeezes your other breast with his free hand. 

You bite down on your lower lip and tilt your head to the side, letting yourself indulge in all the sensations. His other hand slides down to grab at the soft flesh of your thigh, leaving a trail of shivers and handprints before making contact with the lace of your panties.

“Javi.” you cradle his face in your hands and force him to look into your eyes “Let me take care of you.” 

He nods at your words and kneels on the mattress as you gently push him backwards, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and sliding it down his arms before tossing it to the floor. 

Once his tanned chest is bare before you, you make him lay down on the bed, your body beside his, and you run your fingers between his toned pecs, dragging them down until you reach the midline of his abs.

Javier groans in anticipation, his pants feeling already too tight.

Looking down at him invitingly, you undo the button of his jeans and slip one hand inside them. He doesn’t wear underwear, never did, and his abs tense as soon as you make contact with his cock, pulling it out. 

You stroke his length a few times, from the base to the tip, and he lets out a curse when you wrap your lips around him, moving up and down as you lick the underside of his whole length and capture the shining bead of precum that leaks from his flushed tip.

“Fuck…” he pants with his eyes closed once you twist your wrist, chest heaving irregularly and brows furrowed.

Your hand pumps and glides faster on his cock, the slick sound driving you insane, and he shudders as he spurts thick ropes of cum on his jeans and chest, some of it dripping from the tip and covering your already sticky fingers. 

Javier runs his hands through his hair as he watches you licking him clean, swirling your tongue on every inch of his skin as you gather all you can. He gulps loudly once you show him with a wicked grin that your mouth is filled with his release. 

“Come here.” he grabs you by the hips and pulls you on top of him, kissing you hungrily and losing himself in the salty taste of his cum mixed with your own saliva.  

You pull away slightly and capture his lower lip between your teeth, giving it a small tug as you tangle your fingers through his thick hair.

His hands roam your hips desperately, kneading the soft flesh before lifting the fabric of your dress. Soon, you're both happily forced to remove all your clothes, letting them fall on the floor to join his shirt.

Your eyes meet his, hungry and lustful, and you pat the mattress, letting him know that you want to be in control.

Javier obliges immediately, resting his head on the pillow as he takes you by the hips and pulls you on his lap. Positioning yourself above him, you take his cock in your hand and line him up to your entrance, lowering yourself slowly. 

Having him inside you is a sensation you'll never get used to, and you throw your head back with a strangled moan once he is fully sheathed inside of you. 

“Oh God...” you cry out, your body getting hotter and hotter as you ride him slowly at first, wanting to feel every inch and every ridge of his thick cock. 

Javier sits up and tilts his head forward, capturing your moans by pressing his lips to yours in a heady kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and tangling with yours as you sink down on his hips. 

You loop your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his nape as he thrust up into you at a perfect pace, the tip of his cock brushing against the spongy spot within you that makes your legs tremble. 

“I fucking love you Javi…” you pant between your mouths “I just can’t measure how much I love you.” 

He feels you clench tightly around his length, a vice-like grip that squeezes him hard, and his thrusts instantly become frantic as he pushes himself as deep as he can. His name falls from your lips like a prayer once you come around him, soaking his length with your release. 

The blissful sensation is so overwhelming that you tear up once Javier spills inside of you, stilling all his movements as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. 

Chests pressed together, you stay like that for a long moment, skin to skin, his hands on your back while you caress his damp hair and kiss his shoulder. 

"My birthday wish came true." he mutters as he nuzzles your neck. 

"Don't be silly." you shake your head and let out a small laugh. 

"I'm serious." he lifts his head and meets your gaze, his brown eyes fixed in yours "I wished for someone who could turn my life upside down and... here you are." he shrugs, a smile curving his lips. 

You smile back at him and he kisses you, slowly and tenderly, never wanting to let you go.

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Four with javi? ❤️

Hi anon! The idea for this request came to me out of the blue (literally), hope you like it 😘

Birthday Cake (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

4. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

Warning: Modern!Javier, fluff, age gap (reader is of age), allusion to sexy times, a single f word

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The day has finally arrived and you've never been so excited. He clearly stated he wanted to spend it with you first, his dad, relatives and friends could wait until the day after.

"Good morning love." you sit on his side of the bed and press a kiss to his lips.

"Hey…" he smiles as he rubs his eyes, his voice is sleepy and low.

"Happy 40th birthday." you whisper as you look him in the eyes, and he grabs your shoulders, pulling you down on top of him as he kisses you again.

"I'm forty..." he sighs heavily and rests his chin on top of your head while caressing your back, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on the fabric of your oversized t-shirt.

"Yeah, but you're the hottest forty years old I've ever seen." you mutter against his chest and he laughs, the vibrations reverberating between your bodies and making you giggle.

You stay like that for a while, kissing and cuddling, until you get up from his body and pull him out of bed to drag him into the kitchen.

"We're having cake for breakfast!" you say excitedly as you walk down the corridor.

"I hope it's not store bought."

"It's custom made. And now, close your eyes." you stop just outside the kitchen and take his large hands in yours, placing them on his eyes "And don't peek!"

Javier keeps his hands there and you test him by putting three fingers up; when he answers by saying you're holding up 5 fingers, you playfully pat his tummy in approval and guide him towards the table.

"And… open!"

He immediately lifts his hands from his eyes and, as soon as his gaze lands on the birthday cake, his mouth falls open, not saying a single word. You burst out laughing at his reaction, his ego is undoubtedly bruised now.

"A Viagra pill birthday cake?" he pouts at you and you draw closer "Now I'm offended!"

"It was a joke, baby. I swear." you try to kiss him but he pulls away from you, shaking his head.

"Yeah, not funny, not even a bit." he glares at you with his arms folded, clearly upset.

"Oh Javi, I'm sorry." you walk up to him and put your hands on his arms, unfolding them and letting them fall at his sides.

"I'm not sure I can ever forgive you…" he looks down at you "... but I surely can do something else baby girl."

His hands come to rest on your ass, giving it a squeeze as he tugs you closer.

"Yeah? And what is it?" you ask him as you wrap your arms around his neck and bite the inside of your cheeks, his chocolate eyes fixed on yours.

"I can show you that I don't need that little blue pill to fuck your brains out."

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i would like to request number 10 “i feel safe when i’m with you” from the prompt list for javier.

and of course big congratulations with your followers milestone. your writing is amazing and i can’t wait to read more from you!! <3

Hi lovely anon ❤️ thank you for the request (Soft! Javi has entered the room) and thank you so much for your support, it means a lot 💕😭

Changes (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

10. I feel safe when I'm with you.

Warning: none, just a very soft Javi for y'all

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The pale rays of sunshine break into the bedroom, illuminating the crisp white sheets with golden streaks of morning light and casting perfect shadows on every surface.

You open your eyes, awakened by the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains and the smell of coffee lingering in the whole apartment. 

The sight you're welcomed with once you drag yourself into the kitchen is something you cannot believe your eyes: Javier Peña, shirtless, making breakfast.

You watch him from a distance, careful not to make any noise; his muscles flex as he stirs and seasons, cigarette hanging from his lips while he hums an unknown melody. 

He looks different, totally different. A changed man. 

Javier turns to grab a plate from the kitchen island and his lips curl up in a beautiful smile when he sees you standing there, watching him. 

"Good morning mi vida." he looks at you softly, chocolate eyes filled with affection. 

"Morning." you stride towards him and place a quick kiss at the corner of his lips. 

After everything he's been through - and after everything you've both been through as a couple - you can feel he's finally happy. 

He's left all the bad memories and all the pain in Colombia when he resigned from the DEA.

"What do we have here, Chef Peña?" you tilt your head to the side and take a peek at the stovetop, filled with pans and pots. 

"Scrambled eggs with bacon, some beans, grilled cheese and obviously, coffee." he uses the spatula he's holding to indicate everything he's prepared, and you hug him from behind, placing a kiss between his bare shoulder blades. 

"Looks delicious." you pull away from him and go sit at the table, patiently waiting for your breakfast. 

A few moments later, Javier sets two plates on the table and offers you a mug filled with steaming coffee. You mutter a "Thank you" and take a careful sip of the beverage: its strong flavor and bitterness hit you immediately, and you close your eyes for a moment. 

"Something wrong?" he asks as he puts a spoonful of scrambled eggs on your plate, his eyebrows raising in unison at the face you make when you down the coffee. 

"No, it's just… strong, too strong." you reassure him "Will certainly wake me up." 

He joins you at the table and you peacefully have breakfast together, eating and talking, the chirping of the birds making the perfect background noise. 

"I like it here." you break the moment of silence that had previously settled between you and recline on the chair, watching Javier as he finishes his eggs. 

"I thought that Colombia would have been my home 'til the day I died." he sets his fork down and looks outside of the window, his gaze pensive. 

You reach out and put your hand on his, to which he responds by caressing your knuckles with his thumb. His brown eyes, though, remain fixed on the fields outside. 

"I feel safe when I'm with you." he finally turns to you "I feel free, I feel like a completely different person: no sicarios, no drug cartels, no lies… just me and you." 

"And your dad's cows." you add, making him chuckle. 

He beckons you closer with his index finger, and you comply, raising from your chair to come and sit on his thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck and look into his eyes, so beautiful and warm, like dark chocolate. 

"I like this new version of you." you play with the hair at his nape, and he looks at you with a puzzled expression. 

"You are even more handsome." you whisper as you lean down to capture his lips with yours, feeling him smile against your mouth. 

The kiss is delicate at first, his soft lips are gentle and caring, but the insistence of his tongue pressing on your lower lip turns the kiss into pure passion. His tongue slides into your mouth with so much want it threatens to knock the air out of your lungs. 

The taste of strong coffee and a hint of tobacco are still nestled in every crease of his mouth, and you sigh into the kiss when his large hands slip under your t-shirt and settle on the small of your back, making you shiver at the contact. 

"I love you, mi vida." he whispers between your lips and caresses your cheek, making you blush like a teenager. 

"I love you too, Javi. So much." you pull away for a moment, panting for air, but soon press another kiss to his lips. 

Away from Colombia and away from the past, you both just needed each other to feel safe.

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Oh crikey please can I request a lil 57 and 58 dealers choice on the character 😘💘

Well hello there my sweet anon and thank you so much for this request! The thirst is real and I'm here to quench it 😏

Personal Apology (Javier Peña x DEA Agent F!Reader)

57. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

58. “Strip.”

Warning: 18+, SMUT with no plot, explicit content, nsfw, language, unprotected sex (p in v), fluff at the very end

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Your fists clench as you mull over every single word of the speech Messina delivered only minutes before, when she gathered all of the DEA in the conference room and lectured everyone on how they should pay the utmost attention in studying and planning their next moves.

Everything had sprung up after the last mission in Medellìn, when somebody had fucked up the last part of the plan and, as a consequence, the Ambassador and Messina had decided to create a new team, excluding you and some of your colleagues from the action and segregating you in the smallest office of the building to organize the archives.

“Fuck! There’s not even an inventory!” you frantically run your fingers through your hair, exasperation already seeping through your whole body as you start rummaging through the dusty folders and papers.

“Looks like you’re having fun.” Javier leans against the doorframe and watches you with his arms folded, a cigarette hanging from his lips and an amused expression painted on his face.

“Are you kidding me?” you look up from the stack of folders and glare at him, your nostrils flaring at his cockiness.

“God…” he sighs, exhaling a thick puff of white smoke “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” he walks over to you and puts his cigarette into the crystal ashtray positioned on one of the shelves.

Your breath hitches at his words and, all of a sudden, the temperature inside the office becomes incredibly high.

“I’d like to make a personal apology…” Javier traces his fingers on your exposed forearms, the touch so featherlight it makes you shiver “I somehow feel responsible for their decision. See, I was one of the men who fucked up the plan, hence the reason you’re here now.”

His fingers continue their path, ascending slowly until they settle on your neck and move your hair to the side.

Javier’s lips are kissing every inch of your exposed skin, licking and sucking from the base of your neck to just below your ear, covering it with beautiful patterns that you know would soon turn purple.

“I can’t believe they did you dirty.” he whispers in your ear and you feel his breath fanning over the wet skin of your neck “You’re the strongest woman I know, even stronger than Messina. You’re a badass. And I can’t believe they decided to lock you in this awful office. They don’t know what they’re doing.”

Those words are oddly reassuring and a smile tugs at your lips as he takes your earlobe between his teeth and pulls lightly, sucking on it before releasing it with a pop. His other hand slides expertly under your skirt, the long side slit over your right leg making the task incredibly easy for him, and his fingers get closer and closer to where you need him most.

“Javi...” you whimper in his arms once you feel his thick fingers glide between your folds, moving back and forth with deliciously deliberate touches and gathering some of your juices.

Biting on your lower lip, you arch your back as soon as he circles your clit, your hands reaching behind you to grab at his neck, holding onto him as warmth starts to build low in your belly.

Javier continues his ministrations, one hand buried between your thighs while the other rests just below your breasts, keeping you pressed to his body as he works you through your first wave of pleasure.

Before you are even able to come down from the high, he turns you around and crashes his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily as his tongue presses and licks into your mouth with so much impatience and want that you feel even dizzier.

You moan into his mouth and he pulls you flush against him, your hands tugging desperately at his hair as you lose yourself in his touches and his breaths.

“Strip.” he instructs once he pulls away from your lips.

His soft, brown irises are almost entirely covered by his blown wide pupils, and he is looking at you as if you are his long awaited prey after a period of famine.

You quickly remove all your clothes and he does the same, touching you every now and then as you undo the buttons of your shirt, grabbing at your sides and digging his fingers into the soft flesh.

With a swipe of his arm, Javier knocks everything that was on the desk down to the floor: folders, pens, notes, everything is now scattered on the marble tiles, completely forgotten.

Guiding you towards the desk, he lifts you onto the smooth and cold surface as you scrape his tanned back with your nails, marking it with long, red lines. He dips his head to kiss you again, this time more feverishly and passionately, while he presses his whole body against yours and you feel his cock twitch between your legs.

“Don’t… don’t keep me waiting.” you pant between your mouths and he groans at your words, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you towards him.

Javier takes himself in hand and pumps his length a few times, from the base to the tip, twisting his wrist as he watches you with lust filled eyes. You take his other hand in yours and tug on it insistently, urging him to satisfy your needs. Anticipation is eating you alive as you look him straight in the eyes.

He lowers his head and stares back at you, the intensity of his gaze penetrates your body and soul, then, he purses his lips and spits on your already soaked core.

A long thread of saliva hangs between his lips and your pussy, and your mouth falls open at the sight before you, undoubtedly one of the hottest things you have ever seen.

With a devilish grin, Javier dips the head of his cock into the spit and drags it up and down your slit a couple of times before finally pushing himself inside you.

The stretch is mind blowing and you immediately reach for the edges of the desk, grabbing onto them for dear life until your knuckles turn white as he thrusts into you, slamming his hips against yours while the sound of your combined moans fills the small room.

"Give me another one hermosa." he encourages as he pushes inside of you with a long, deliberate thrust that makes your elbows tremble, and you collapse on the desk, unable to support your own weight.

Your back is now pressed to the wooden surface and his hands keep you there, squeezing your sides as he continues pistoning in and out of you with a relentless rhythm.

"Oh my… God... " you whimper as your eyes squeeze shut.

His thrusts turn erratic, faster and you throw your head back as tears pool at the corners of your eyes. Javier tilts his head down and nuzzles your cheek as your walls tighten, squeezing his length when your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

"Fuck… oh fuck baby…" he hisses and closes his eyes, his jaw clenches as he thrusts even more rapidly, making your body glide against the smooth surface of the desk.

"Come inside me…" your voice is broken by pleasure and you watch him, tanned skin covered in sweat and a frown on his face.

He's fucking handsome like that, with his hair all messy and his eyes half closed.

With a final thrust, Javier pushes himself as deep as he can and stills inside of you, pulling you impossibly closer. His body shudders and you feel him twitch within you, covering your walls with his warm cum as he cries out your name.

You cup his cheeks and draw him back to you, claiming his mouth with your own into a searing kiss. He grazes your lower lip with his teeth and you move your fingers through his hair, gently scraping at his scalp as he touches and explores every inch of your body for the uptenth time.

"You have no idea what you do to me." he whispers once your mouths part "Want you every fucking day of my life." he adds as he moves to your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your heated skin.

"I'm yours Javi. Only yours." you reassure him as you cradle his face in your hands and look deeply into his eyes.

He stares back at you in complete silence, his brown eyes shining with something different, not lust or passion or want, something that he never thought he would experience again: love.

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Could you do number 45 with Javier, please? Maybe where the reader is a female DEA agent and takes a bullet for him.

Your writing is incredible btw, thank you for doing these!

Aw anon, you're so sweet, thank you for your feedback and thank you so much for this request, hope you enjoy it ❤️

Confession (Javier Peña x DEA Agent F!Reader)

45. You took a bullet for me

Warning: mention of blood

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The peculiar smell of disinfectant made your nose wiggle involuntarily and you opened your eyes, finding yourself surrounded by the cold tones of a hospital room. 

Looking down at your covered body, you felt as if the dotted blanket was enveloping you like some sort of vice, keeping you secured to the mattress. You moved your shoulders to loosen the tight grip of the blanket and tried to lay on your side, but the excruciating pain coming from just above your left hip caused you to hiss in so much pain that your sight went black for a moment.

"Por favor, acuéstese." ("Please, lay down.") a middle-aged nurse rushed to your bed.

"¿Que pasó?" ("What happened?")

"Te dispararon, tienes que descansar." ("You got shot, you need to rest.") she tucked you in, looked briefly at your vitals and left the room. 

As you closed your eyes, fragments of memories reappeared in your mind: the wild ride through the streets of Medellín, the ambush, busted doors and windows and, ultimately, the gunshots. 

You could still hear the machine guns, the screams, the cries… everything, as clear as ever. 

"Can I come in?" 

You were so absorbed by the memories that you didn't notice Javier standing just outside your room, until he knocked lightly on the doorframe and you turned to him.

You nodded silently and he walked in, closing the door behind him, a pained look on his face. 

"How are you feeling?" he took your right hand in his and squeezed it gently, the pad of his thumb grazing your knuckles. 

"Fine… I guess." you shrugged lightly before tilting your head to the side to meet his gaze. 

His brown eyes were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Even when they were filled with apprehension, they somehow managed to radiate a sense of calm. 

"Do you remember anything?" he asked and you nodded, turning your face to stare out of the window. 

You both fell silent for a long moment, the only noises you could hear were your breaths and the beeping sound of the heart monitoring machine placed right next to your bed. 

All of a sudden, Javier's hand left yours to move up and cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, relishing in the warmth of that gesture before he turned your face towards him. 

"You took a bullet for me." he stared at you with tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. 

"I-I don't…" 

You didn't recall having done that, but the moment you saw Javier cry, it all made sense. 

"Y-you risked your life… for me." he sniffled, wiping away the tears with the back of his other hand. 

"Oh, Javi..."

You were both crying now, his body collapsed on yours and he carefully wrapped his hands around you. Instinctively, one of your hands rested on his back while the other tangled through the hair at his nape, his face resting on your shoulder as you both tried to contain your sobs. 

"It should have been me… in this bed…" he muttered against your gown. 

"No, Javier. Please, don't say that." you pulled away and shook your head in disbelief. 

How could he even think about saying such things? 

"Look at me." you put both hands on his cheeks so your eyes were at his' level "Things like these can happen, it's our job. You were the one who told me during my first week here in Colombia, remember?" 

Javier exhaled a shaky breath then nodded, his brown eyes never leaving yours. 

"And… I don't want you to say that it should have been you staying in this hospital, I don't want you to even think about saying those things." 

"It's just… I was scared to death." he grabbed your wrists and removed your hands from his face, keeping them in his "When I saw all that blood, and… when you fainted in my arms it was like the whole world was crashing down around me." 

"Javier, I…" was everything you managed to say between your tears. 

"But now you're here, you're alive and… I don't want to spend another day on this planet without you, because..." he swallowed and took a deep breath, his eyes lost in yours "...because I am in love with you." 

Pushed by a sudden force, you crashed your lips to Javier's as the tears kept streaming down your face. It felt like floating mid air: his taste was ethereal, able to cure every evil, and his lips were so soft and delicate, like cotton candy. 

You pulled away for an instant before kissing him again as your hands traced the contour of his jaw and neck, wanting to memorize every single detail of him and that moment.

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26 with Javier? Thank you!

Hi lovely anon 💕 thanks for the request, enjoy 💚

Fear (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

26. “Don’t say that.”

Warning: kinda angsty I think? a single f word

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It's 2AM and you can't sleep. You've convinced yourself that it's because of the terrible headache you've been dealing with for the entire day, but deep down, you know it's because you're worried about Javier. 

Something has changed ever since his last mission in Medellín: he's colder, distant.

Turning to the other side of the bed, your eyes settle on his sleeping figure. He doesn't look relaxed at all, he's frowning, his jaw is clenched and his breathing is irregular. 

You wish you could see what's going on inside his head and, if you could, you'd remove all the bad thoughts and memories that are nestled there.

"I know you're awake." he mumbles in a low, tired voice. 

"Can't sleep." you sigh, shifting slightly under the sheets. 

He lets out a groan and turns his whole body towards you, placing one hand on your chest. 

"You're worried about me." 

The statement itself makes your blood freeze, and you nod silently, searching his eyes in the dark room, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. 

He lowers his head in guilt and his body tenses against yours. 

"I just… I want to know what happened in Medellín." you place your hand on his "I want to know what happened to you." 

"I can't tell you." Javier shakes his head and stares into space, lost in thought. 

"But I deserve to know, Javier!" you sit up on the bed and remove his hand from your chest "You've barely talked to me since that fucking mission!" you burst out crying and hop off the bed. 

"Don't say that." he follows you with his gaze as you leave the bedroom and make your way to the living room. 

"No? You don't want me to say it because you know it's true!" you sprint through the corridor with tears in your eyes, feeling him follow up behind you. 

A pair of strong arms suddenly holds you, a familiar warmth envelops your whole body, keeping you close. 

"I'm sorry." he whispers in a broken voice "I'm so sorry." 

"I love you Javi, but you have to let me help you." you sob and tremble in his arms and he pulls you closer, his chest pressed against your back as he nuzzles your cheek. 

"I know." he places a kiss on your temple "But I love you too much to tell you what happened." 

"Why?" startled, you turn to face him only to find him crying too.

"Because… I fear I might lose you."

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27&42 with pena plzzzz:)

Hi anon! Thank you so much for this request, I’ve had so much fun writing it! 🤩

Unexpected Rescue (Javier Peña x DEA Agent F!Reader)

27. Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second 

42. I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having

Warning: a few curse words, none I think

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As soon as you leave your office at the Embassy, you decide to take a quick stop at a bar and get a drink.

“Cerveza y Whiskey, por favor.” (“Beer and Whiskey, please.”) you place your order with a smile and the barmaid nods before disappearing in the back room. 

She returns a few moments later and starts mixing the two drinks in a glass, pouring the beer first and adding a shot of whiskey then. She gives it a quick stir and hands it to you as you slide some cash on the counter. 

You take a sip of the cocktail and close your eyes as the perfect combination of flavours hits your tastebuds, so refreshing yet so warm down your throat.

As your eyes scan the vast display of alcohol bottles in front of you, you notice the barmaid preparing the exact same drink you’re having. She glances at you for a split second, then places another glass of beer and whiskey in front of you.

“Es de parte del caballero de allà.” (“It’s from that man right there.”)

“¿Cuál?” (“Which one?”) you ask her as you play with the rim of the second glass.

“El de la chaqueta azul...” (“The one with the blue jacket...”) she nods in his direction and you turn around.

The man with the blue jacket smiles and raises his glass at you, and you thank him by doing the same. He takes a quick sip of his drink and gets up from his seat, then strides towards you, walking as he owns the place.

“Buenas noches, señorita.” (“Good evening, miss.”) he sits beside you and snaps his fingers at the barmaid “Carolina, el mismo por favor.” (“Carolina, the same please.”) he orders.

“Gracias por el trago, señor…?” (“Thanks for the drink, Mr…?”)

“Mendoza, pero puedes llamarme Alejandro.” (“Mendoza, but you can call me Alejandro.”) he smiles at you and takes his glass “¿Brindamos?” (“A toast?”)

You nod silently and he clinks his glass with yours as he stares at you with a crooked grin. The both of you talk for a while and you are extremely annoyed at the way he is so full of himself, the typical “I do everything” kind of guy, so arrogant and self-centred.

Alejandro excuses himself for a moment to go to the restroom and you deflate as soon as you see him disappear behind the door, while the barmaid lets out a dry laugh.

“No seas tonta.” (“Don’t be a fool.”) she perches the top half of her body on the counter “Es una serpiente, eso es lo que es!” (“He’s a snake, that’s what he is!”) she whispers at you.

“¿Y cómo me deshago de él?” (“And how do I get rid of him?”)

“Llama a un amigo.” the barmaid shrugs her shoulders and turns her back to you as she dumps some empty glasses and spoons into the sink.

You rake back your hair and let out a long sigh as you contemplate what to do and how to do it, when, all of a sudden, you hear a familiar voice right behind you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Javier takes Alejandro’s now vacant stool and looks at you with a puzzled expression.

“You’re right on time!” you shake your head in disbelief and clap your hands together like a little girl.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” he places both elbows on the counter and cocks an eyebrow at you.

“The stool you’re sitting on is taken by a certain Alejandro Mendoza, who happens to be hitting on me.” 

“And, let me guess, you want me to save you from the terrible date you’re having?”

“Yes, exactly!” you exclaim “Please, be my fake boyfriend for a second. Please.” you are practically begging him with folded hands.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But only because it’s you.”

You surge forward and wrap your arms around his neck: his body tenses at first, but immediately relaxes when you put your head on his right shoulder and he responds by placing both hands on the small of your back. You close your eyes for an instant, and when you reopen them, you notice Alejandro coming out of the restroom.

“Oh no… he’s coming back. Quick, we have to do something!” you pull away from the embrace and Javier lets out a chuckle.

“What’s so funny, mh?” you fold your arms and glare at him.

“Will you shut up for a second or do I have to shut you up?” he whispers and draws impossibly closer, you can feel his breath on your lips and you stare at him, speechless.

His right hand cups your cheek and your heart skips a beat once you feel his soft lips on yours. You close your eyes and open your mouth, feeling Javier’s tongue glide against yours, slowly and languidly, and you lose yourself in his scent and his warmth.

He pulls away for air, but you move forward and claim his mouth again, earning a surprised gasp from him. Your hands slide under his leather jacket and come to rest on his chest, feeling the burning skin under his shirt as he kisses you back intensely.

When you finally pull away, Javier is panting, his mouth agape as his chocolate eyes dart back and forth between yours.

“Creo que este es mi asiento.” (“I think that’s my seat.”) Alejandro taps Javier’s shoulder and he turns around, looking him up and down.

“No veo tu nombre escrito, amigo.” (“I don't see your name written on it, man.”) he looks at him defiantly as he tugs you closer.

“Si no cierras la boca verás mi huella de mano en tu cara, hijo de puta!” (“If you don't shut your mouth you'll see my handprint on your face, you son of a bitch!”) Alejandro shouts angrily, drawing attention from everyone.

“¡Eh, basta!” (“Hey, stop!”) Carolina grabs Alejandro by the arm and takes him away from you and Javier “¡Fuera! ¡Este es mi bar y lo mando yo!” (“Get out! This is my bar and I’m in charge!”) she accompanies him outside and slams the door.

You both chuckle at that scene and you turn to your drink, adrenaline still rushing through your veins.

“I guess it worked.” Javier smiles at you and gestures to Carolina, who hands him a beer.

“Yeah, I guess so.” you clink your glass to his bottle of beer and you both stay there a little more, talking long into the evening.

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Frankie and #27 from your prompt list please

Hi anon and thank you for this request, hope you like it✨

Fake boyfriend (Frankie Morales x F! Reader)

27. Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

Warning: mention of harassment

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You sit on a stool and wave at Ron, your favorite bartender, who immediately approaches you with your usual order.

"You okay? You seem tired." he places the beer in front of you and slides a bowl of peanuts across the counter.

"Tired is an euphemism." you sigh and take a swig of your beer, closing your eyes as the fresh and tangy drink soothes your throat.

Once you open your eyes, you cannot help but notice that Ron is looking past you while he refills a couple of glasses.

"Hey, what -"

"Don't!" he grabs your shoulders with his hands, keeping you from turning around.

"Ron, please…"

"Okay… there's this guy behind you, hasn't stopped staring at you since you came in. He's kinda creepy but imma bet 15 $ he'll come by and introduce himself."

"Oh no..." you shake your head and take another sip of your beer, hoping that Ron's sixth sense has suddenly stopped working.

"Hello gorgeous."

And here we go.

"Hi." you slowly turn to face the stranger and he gives you a megawatt smile.

"What are you doing here all alone? Can I get you something?" he sits next to you, purposely bumping your left knee with his.

"No, thanks I'm already… drinking this beer." you swing the bottle slightly and take another sip.

"Right… " he lets out a nervous laugh "I was wondering if we… maybe we could, like…"

"Sorry, I'll be back in a minute." you give him a faint smile and hop off of the stool.

You walk through the crowd and retrieve your mobile phone from your purse, then enter the women's restroom and lock the door behind you.

"Frankie, thank God! I need your help!" you let out a sigh of relief and lean against the tiled wall.

"What's up?" he asks concerned.

"Help me, I’m being hit on at a bar, please be my fake boyfriend for a second. Guy's probably a creep, please." you plead him.

"Where are you?"

"At the Central. I'm in the restroom now, so…"

"Ok, can you get out of it and wait for me in the back garden?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Good, I'll be there in 5."

***

Tha back garden is completely empty and you take a seat by the fire pit while you wait for Frankie.

"Hey, baby. Why did it take you so long?" the stranger with the megawatt smile strides towards you and you curse under your breath, hoping that Frankie shows up in less than thirty seconds.

"I needed some fresh air."

"You seem stressed, maybe I can teach you how to relax…"

One of his filthy hands glides on your thigh and you are about to punch him in the face, when you notice Frankie walking in your direction.

Without thinking, you slap his hand away and get up from your seat to wrap your arms around Frankie.

"Babe, I missed you." you hug him tightly and place a small kiss on his lips.

"You... you have a boyfriend!?" the stranger gets up and looks at you with a puzzled expression, eyes filled with anger and confusion.

"Yeah, she does. Now get out of here." Frankie snaps at him and you giggle as you hide your face in the crook of his neck while the stranger disappears.

"Did he touch you?" he asks you as he breaks the embrace.

"Just my thigh, I'm fine Frankie."

"Ok, good. But next time somebody touches you…" he closes one hand in a fist and sits down on one of the benches.

"I'm okay, Frankie. Really." you assure him and take his hands in yours, squeezing them gently.

"I swear, it will destroy me if…" he shakes his head and lets out a long sigh, as if to wave off his thoughts.

"If what?" you search his brown eyes for a long moment, until he finally looks at you.

"If I don't do this now."

He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger and kisses you softly. His scruff tickles but you simply can't pull away, instead, you tug him closer.

His tongue presses against your lips and you open to him, losing yourself in his taste.

"Frankie…" you whisper when your mouths part and he furrows his eyebrows as his hold on your hips softens.

"What is it?"

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this."

"You just had to tell me."

He gives you a crooked smile before capturing your lips in another mind blowing kiss.

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I wish you would write a fic on with Javier taking on y/n on a romantic anniversary weekend to Hawaii.

Hi lovely! Thank you for this request and sorry for the delay in posting this, I hope you like it 💜

Getaway (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Warning: fluff, Javi is the perfect human being

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A soft kiss on your shoulder brings a smile to your lips, and you slowly open your eyes, lifting your hand to cradle Javier's face as he nuzzles your neck. 

His chest is pressed against your back and he places little kisses on your skin, the tickling sensation provided by his mustache makes you giggle and he drapes his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. 

"Good morning, mi vida." he whispers as he places a kiss to the corner of your mouth "And happy Anniversary."

"Happy Anniversary." you smile and tilt your head up to look at him. 

Javier chuckles, his sweet brown eyes staring back at you, still sleepy and hooded, and you guide his face down for a tender kiss. 

"I have a little surprise for you." he shifts slightly under the sheets and turns to his nightstand. 

"A surprise, mh?" you roll over to his side and prop your head on the palm of your hand, curious to know what he is referring to. 

"Close your eyes and give me your hand." he instructs with a honeyed voice, and you comply. 

Seconds after, the palm of your hand makes contact with something light and smooth, something that reminds you of coated paper. 

"You can have a peek now." he says and you can feel the smile in his voice. 

Once you open your eyes, your mouth falls open at what is in your hand: two customized invitation cards to one of the best hotels in Hawaii, the writing "Happy 1st Anniversary" and both your names printed in gold. 

"Is this… are you s-serious?" you look at him in complete disbelief and Javier nods, his face lighting up at your reaction. 

You throw yourself in his arms and kiss him again between smiles and tears of joy and he chuckles once you part, smoothing down your hair with one hand and caressing your cheek with the other. 

"I think we should start packing." 

***

Stopping outside of your suite, your hand trembles as you swipe the magnetic card through the latch and the door opens with a metallic sound.

The room is jaw dropping and you take a moment to take in everything you’re laying eyes on, from the king sized bed to the en-suite jacuzzi, from the balcony to the stunning view of unspoiled nature and sandy beaches.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Javier hugs you from behind and kisses your neck as you both look outside the large windows overlooking the bay.

“I love it, Javi. You didn’t have to, seriously.”

“But I wanted to.” he exhales, his warm breath ghosting over your skin “And I needed this getaway, just me and you.”

You turn around in his arms and place your hands on his shoulders, sliding them up until they tangle at the nape of his head, tugging lightly at his hair.

“I love you.” you whisper and look him in the eyes, those soft brown eyes you adore so much.

He closes the gap between your mouths and kisses you, slowly at first, the touch of his lips against yours sends shivers down your spine just like the first time. Javier sighs in your mouth and deepens the kiss, a crescendo of passion and anticipation, and you cling to him as if you’re holding onto him for dear life.

He lifts you up and walks blindly towards the king sized bed, laying you down between the pillows as his mouth keeps devouring yours, breathing heavily and pressing your bodies together while your fingers run through his dark hair.

“Tell me again.” he growls when his lips leave yours and descend to your neck.

“I love you.” you repeat, your voice cracking as he scrapes your skin with his teeth, nibbling and kissing where your neck meets your shoulder.

And in that moment, it’s as if you’re the only people in the world, breathing each other in as your mouths join one more time, letting your mind force away every single thought that doesn’t involve you and Javier.

Once he pulls away, he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing on Earth, his hair all messy and sticking out in every direction, and in the bright light coming from outside, he looks like a God.

“Eres la luz de mi vida. I love you.” (“You’re the light of my life, I love you”) he murmurs between your mouths and you smile at him.

The rest of your escapade is spent at the beach, but mostly in your suite, and Javier makes love to you as you both enjoy that little corner of Paradise.

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heloowwwr lovie ♡ how about #26 with reader as a uni and getting a hard time studying for exams and (any of pedros boy of your choice) getting all "ok let's go teach me all you know" so reader teaches/explain to him the topic and gets more easier to her remember and he is like "#26 I just love you intelligent and sexy u r" all kissy kissy sloppy kissy over his favorite girl

Hello darling 💕 I really loved this, but for some reason I can’t find the prompt list where this is from 🙄 I chose Frankie, hope you like it!

Study day (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Warning: none, Supportive!Frankie

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A long, exasperated sigh leaves your mouth while you stir the steaming amber beverage. The clinking of the spoon against the ceramic is like a white noise, and you continue stirring as a mini vortex forms inside the mug, swirling until the sugar cubes are completely dissolved. Inhaling the citrusy notes with your eyes closed, you finally bring the mug to your lips and take a cautious sip. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” Frankie’s calm voice echoes through the living room, space you have now converted into your very own study sanctuary.

And there you are, sitting at what used to be a dining table, surrounded by piles of textbooks and notes, eyes glued to the screen of your laptop while you continue drinking your tea.

The exam is in two days and to claim that you are exhausted would be an euphemism. You've been studying hard for days, sleep hasn't been the best and your frustration has even increased because of that one specific topic you are unable to learn.

“It’s just… I can’t!” you put the mug down and rake your hair back as you shake your head. 

You remove your glasses and rub your eyes, red and dry from the intense studying you’ve been doing for the past four hours. The pulsing in your temples intensifies and you feel like failure is fast approaching. 

“I know you can.” Frankie reaches around you from behind and hugs you tightly, making you sway a little in your chair. 

He is always very supportive and every time you have to study for an exam, he gives you all the space you need and takes care of everything in the apartment. 

“You should take a break…” he puts his chin on your left shoulder “...maybe we could go for a walk.” he adds and tilts his head to the side to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Frankie, it’s raining.” you point out “Were you too caught up with the chores to notice?” 

“Probably, yeah.” he snorts out a small laugh and for a moment, your anxiety seems to dissipate. 

“A break is a good idea, though.” you slowly free yourself from the embrace and stand up, stretching the sore muscles of your lower back as he pulls you closer.

“I got laundry to do.” he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear “Maybe you can come downstairs with me and teach me all you know about that chapter, how does that sound?”

***

A few moments later, you and Frankie are down in the basement with two large baskets full of dirty clothes. You both kneel down and begin to sort them, throwing the light ones to the left and the dark ones to the right. 

Once the two piles have been made, Frankie helps you stand up and grabs you by the hips, making you sit on the washing machine. 

"I'm all ears, babe." he kneels down once again and looks up at you for a moment, then proceeds to open the porthole. 

You clear your throat and, much to your surprise, words and anecdotes flow out of your mouth like a river in flood. 

Frankie is completely mesmerized by the way you express yourself, explaining things and gesturing to underline the different notions. Like, so mesmerized that he is now sitting on the cold floor, half the clothes into the washing machine drum and half still piled up next to him. 

"And that's how the theory has been verified." you shrug your shoulders lightly and tilt your head to the side, as Frankie regards you with a crooked grin. 

"I just love how intelligent and sexy you are." his warm eyes are looking dreamily at you, and you blush at the compliment. 

"Thanks." you reply with a whisper, suddenly feeling very shy in front of the man you love. 

"It's true." Frankie stands up and positions himself between your legs, sliding his warm hands under your sweatshirt "You're sexy as fuck and your brain is…even sexier." he adds as his thumbs swipe gently on your hips. 

"Shut up!" you playfully slap his left arm and he smiles, leaning forward to touch your forehead with his. 

"You got this, babe. You're gonna pass the exam with full marks and I'll take you out for dinner." 

"Sounds like a plan." a smile curls your lips before Frankie captures them in a tender kiss, tasting the citrus flavor that is still lingering in your mouth. 

Your hands come to rest on his broad shoulders, and you tug him even closer as you both melt into the kiss, now becoming deeper and sloppier. 

"I don't think you should study anymore for today…" he purrs between your kisses, hands desperately roaming your thighs, grabbing the soft flesh and kneading it greedily. 

"W-what… what do you suggest?" you pull him towards you for another kiss before parting for a moment. 

His pupils are dilated, you can barely see his chocolate irises in the feeble light of the basement, and a mischievous grin peeps out on his face. 

"I haven't made the bed yet." 

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4&7 w javier peña please 🙈

Hello anon and thank you so much for this request, hope you enjoy it 💞

The Reception (Javier Peña x F! Reader)

4. Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing

7. “Good morning, beautiful/handsome”

Warning: vague reference to sexy times, nothing explicit

Prompts taken from this list

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Politicians, policemen, ambassadors and patrons mingle in every corner of the palace, glasses of Champagne in one hand and cigars in the other.

The reception organized by Gaviria was in full swing and, clearly, an event you wouldn’t want to miss.

You scan the crowd in search of a familiar face, until a warm hand settles on the small of your back.

“Looks like you made it.” his unmistakable scent pierces your nostrils, and you turn towards Javier with a surprised expression.

He takes two glasses of Champagne from one of the trays, handing one to you. You accept it graciously and your skin tingles when your fingers lightly brush against his.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here.” you take a sip of the expensive wine and move to a secluded area of the room.

“Why?” Javier cocks and eyebrow at you and leans against the wall, placing his now empty glass on the windowsill.

“Well, you hate kissing people’s asses, so...” you shrug your shoulders and play with the stem of your glass and he shakes his head with a grin.

“You know me well.” he lets out a small laugh “But as much as I hate things like these, sometimes I have to pretend and show up.” he sighs and adjusts the collar of his shirt.

A few moments later, the Ambassador approaches you both and leads you to the other side of the room where he introduces you to a small group of colombian entrepreneurs who want to invest in the US.

You listen to the conversation and are pleasantly surprised when Javier jumps into it once the topic switches to some oil companies based in Texas.

“Es una buena inversión.” (“It’s a sound investment”) he nods as he keeps on talking with a certain Miguel Veléz, one of Bogotà’s most important businessmen who is interested in buying a small oil company in Dallas.

Suddenly, Veléz excuses himself and the conversation dies down quickly, leaving you and Javier alone.

“I bet the Ambassador is very impressed by your conversational skills.” you take an appetizer from the buffet and Javier glances at you.

“You think that’s what I’m thinking about right now?” he asks you and crosses his arms.

“No? Then what is it?”

Javier ducks his head and you can feel his warm breath on your neck as he places one hand on the small of your back and the other on your hip.

“I think we should get out of here.” he whispers in your ear in a low voice, making your knees weak.

He pulls back to look at you with darkened eyes and you stare at his lips, wanting him desperately.

With a silent agreement, you let him guide you through the crowds gathered in the palace until you reach the exit and make your way towards his car.

The ride is silent, made of quick glances, small touches and filled with anticipation.

Javier pulls up outside of your complex and you both get out of the car as rain starts to fall. Cold drops cover your bare shoulders and you laugh when the light drizzle suddenly transforms into a downpour.

You throw your head back, arms open as you let the raindrops soak your hair and dot your face.

“You’re enjoying this querida, aren’t you?”

You look at Javier, who’s standing under the small canopy, and he offers you his hand with a smile.

You walk up to him and grab his hand, pulling him towards you under the pouring rain. He laughs at your playfulness and you’ve never seen him laugh like that, so happy and carefree.

His fingers reach for your forehead to brush away the damp hair and you surge forward without hesitation, pressing your lips to his. His hands come down to cup your cheeks and he kisses you back with abandon, slow at first, before deepening it as you melt against him.

Your hands come to rest on his soaked jacket and you pull him closer, sliding one hand upwards and resting it at the back of his head, tugging at his wet curls. He sighs contentedly and your lips curl up in a smile as you slowly pull away.

"Let's get inside, shall we?" you nod towards the building and you both laugh as you sprint across the road and finally enter the complex.

Once you get into your apartment, Javier helps you out of your soaked clothes and you do the same, piling them up right next to the door.

You kiss again, this time with more passion and lust, and you walk him backwards until the back of his knees touch the sofa. He sits down and takes you with him, letting you sit on his lap as he presses kisses along your jaw and neck, making you moan his name.

"Tell me what you need, mi corazón." he mumbles against your skin and you turn your head to nuzzle his cheek.

"You, Javi. I need you." you whisper and he captures your lips once again.

The kiss is needy and bruising, your lips are red and swollen once you part, but you can't get enough of him.

Javier makes you feel like never before, the pouring rain muffles your moans as your bodies join under the sheets and you're unsure where he ends and you begin as he makes love to you.

The night turns into day and you wake up, slowly opening your eyes only to find Javier staring at you.

"Good morning beautiful." he whispers softly as his brown eyes get lost in yours.

You caress his cheek and lift your head to press a chaste kiss on his lips. When you pull away, his eyes remain closed for a brief moment, and you smile, knowing that you have him now and you'll have him forever.

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Hi 👋

How are you? Congrats on your milestone 🎉🎉

I was wondering if I could request a fic with Pero trying to court someone but he doesnt know how to do that so he keeps messing up and the reader is so confused on what's going on 😂

Thank you 😊

Hi lovely, I'm doing fine thanks, how about you? 💞 this was quite challenging to write, I'm not sure I did it right but I hope you'll like it anyway ☺️

Courting fail (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

Warning: none, I think?

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Your feet are sore, your back aches terribly, but you still have to clean the tables and the counter from all the spilled alcohol before closing for the night. 

As you start to sweep the floor, your eyes finally lock with the ones of the man you caught staring at you for the entire evening. 

His eyes are dark and a long scar crosses his left cheek and eye, making him look mysterious and charming. He nods in your direction and you lower your gaze, concentrating on a particular dirty spot on the wooden floor.

"Are you free tonight?" you hear someone ask a few steps away from you, his accent one you haven't heard before. 

Raising your head, you're stunned and shocked to see the man with the scar standing right in front of you with a grin on his face. 

"Pardon?"

"I asked you if you're free tonight." the man repeats himself and looks you up and down before settling his gaze on your face. 

"No." you answer drily and turn your back to him as you keep on sweeping the floor. 

"How much do you want?" he asks as he retrieves some coins from his satchel. 

"I'm busy as you can see." 

You shake your head in disbelief and move to the other side of the room, trying to suppress the temptation to smash the broom on his back. 

"I'll talk with your boss. How much?" he asks again and leans against the counter. 

"Sir, my body is not for sale. I'm not a..." 

His chuckle interrupts you: you feel humiliated, your blood starts to boil and you tighten your grip around the broom handle at his shamelessness. 

"Pero." he whispers and draws closer to you "My first name is Pero." 

You somehow manage to look into his eyes, their colour a wonderful shade of brown that resembles the colour of molasses. 

"How much do I have to pay you for the rest of the night?" 

"I-I…" you stutter, his presence before you is magnetic. 

"I just want to talk to you." 

Your breath catches in your throat at his words and you feel embarrassed as your cheeks flush with heat. 

"W-why would you want to pay me if-" 

"Because your boss won't pay you if I take you with me before you finish working." 

"Oh, oh…" you exhale. 

"I've known him for a while, mi alma. He's a tacaño, a stingy man…" he gets closer and gently caresses your forearm, his fingers grazing the fabric of your dress and making you shiver. 

"I'm - what does mi alma mean?" 

"It means my soul in Spanish, my mother tongue." 

And suddenly, you put all the pieces together and it hits you. 

"Were you trying…" you clear your throat as your eyes search his "... trying to court me all evening, Sir?" 

He raises an eyebrow at you and keeps silent for a moment, then nods.

"Sir, you have to work on it."

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5 for Tovar please 😍

Hey anon, thank you so much! This is my first time writing for Tovar, let me know what you think ☺️

Touch (Pero Tovar x F!Reader)

5. Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap.

Warning: none

Prompt taken from this list

You've been traveling with the mercenaries for about a week, crossing borders and dark forests, until William decides to spend the night in a small village. 

"Wait here, I'm gonna see if the local inn is open." 

The chill breeze of the night ruffles around you, and you shiver as you tug the thick mantle around your body. 

"Estás bien?" Pero asks you when he sees you tremble.

"Y-yes, I'm just cold and tired." you sigh and wish he would hug like he did the first time you were alone together. 

After a few minutes, William reappears joined by an old man, who introduces himself as the innkeeper. He escorts the three of you into the village and leads you to a partly ruined inn with an adjoining stable for your horses. 

"Make sure to take all your belongings, there are thieves in every corner." the old man warns you as he waits by the threshold of the stable. 

***

Once you enter the inn, the warmth coming from the large fireplace makes you immediately feel at ease, the crackling sound of the fire is relaxing and a delicious smell fills the entire place. 

"Dinner is in an hour. Go to your rooms now, I'll call you when it's ready." the innkeeper hands a rusty key to each one of you and wobbles away, disappearing around a corner. 

The door of your room creaks dangerously when you open it and are welcomed by a very simple ensemble: a bed made of hay, a shabby chair by the tiniest window you have ever seen and a humble cabinet. 

You remove the top layer of your clothes and lay down on the bed, trying to get some sleep before dinner. Closing your eyes, your sink into the mattress, ready to fall asleep but sit up with a start when somebody knocks at your door. 

Huffing, you head to the door and open it, only to find Pero staring down at you with a concerned look on his face. 

"Are you feeling well mi alma?" he asks as he steps inside your room. 

"Yes, I just wanted to lay down a bit before dinner." 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I should get back to my room then." he excuses himself and starts to leave. 

"No." you reach out to take his forearm and he turns to you "Stay here with me. Please." 

He obliges and you help him remove his heavy coat, noticing how he stiffs and hisses when your hands brush lightly against his broad shoulders.

"D-did I hurt you?" your hands pull away from him and you sense the awkwardness of the moment. 

"No, no… sorry mi alma. It's alright, I'm just not used to this kind of things…" 

Your heart breaks for him. Pero is an amazing person and to think that he sees himself not worthy of love or attention makes you want to wrap him in your arms and show him just how much you care about him. 

"Come." you sit on the bed and tap your thighs "Lay down and place your head here."

He looks at you with a mix of confusion and curiosity, and you urge him once again when you notice his hesitation. 

Finally, he places his head in your lap and closes his eyes. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths and his expression softens as soon as you card your fingers through his thick hair. 

Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp and he frowns for a moment, eyes still closed. You move your fingers to his forehead and temples, drawing circles on his skin, before coming back to his hair, running your fingertips to cover every single inch of his head. 

The look of pure relaxation and comfort painted on his features makes you smile, and you wonder what he is thinking of while he's there with you. 

Without thinking, you bow your head and press a soft kiss on his forehead. When you pull away, Pero is looking at you, his brown eyes wide open and filled with tenderness and adoration. 

Silence settles between you both as you stare at each other for an indefinite amount of time while you keep on caressing his hair. You lower your head once more and he meets you halfway as he tilts his head up, and you share a delicate kiss. 

To your surprise, he doesn't tense, instead one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek as the kiss becomes deeper, and you lose himself in his warmth. 

"Dinner is served!" the innkeeper shouts just outside your room and you press your forehead against his as you both laugh for his perfect timing.

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Whiskey with 25? Thanks!!

Hey anon, thank you so much for this request, hope you like it 💜

Reassurance (Agent Whiskey x F!Reader)

25. “Hey hey hey, look at me.”

Warning: self-doubt, fluff

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You've been training for a couple of hours, your muscles feel impossibly sore and your head spins everytime you try to kick the punching ball.

Being part of the team required a good physical training, other days you felt like a hero, powerful and unbreakable, but today it's as if your strength and resistance have completely vanished.

You sit on the floor and use your towel to pat your forehead dry from all the sweat, closing your eyes as you take deep breaths.

A few moments later, Jack enters the training room and immediately stops in his tracks when he sees how exhausted you are.

"What's wrong pumpkin?" he asks, standing by the door.

"It's not a good moment, Jack." you turn to him with a defeated expression and pull your legs to your chest, resting your chin atop of them.

He walks towards you and sits by your side, placing one hand on your back and stroking it gently.

"What's wrong?" he asks again and when you don't answer him, he takes your chin between his fingers and turns your face towards his.

"I can't do this." you shake your head as you lower it, feeling so ashamed and clueless that you don't even want to look at him.

Letting Jack down is the last thing you want to do, just the thought is eating you from the inside and making your stomach clench.

“Hey hey hey, look at me.” he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, the touch is so light you wonder if you're imagining it.

Sighing deeply, you turn to face him and he tilts his head, watching you with loving, proud eyes.

"Let me tell ya somethin'..." Jack wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer "Even I had to train for months, hell, years maybe, to become who I am today, ya know?"

You snort out a little laugh at how he talks about himself, his ego literally precedes him.

"Don't underestimate yourself, sugar. Yes, you're gonna fall, but you'll always get up…" he whispers as he pulls you even closer "... and good ol' Jack will be here to help ya."

He places a soft kiss to your temple and holds you there for a long moment as your breath finally stabilizes.

Tilting your head up, you smile at him and his chocolate eyes stare back at you with so much affection your heart could explode.

Your hand comes up to caress his cheek, grazing it with your thumb and feeling the slight sting of his light stubble. As you lean forward, his hands come to rest on your hips and pull you in his lap while your lips meet, molding together in a slow and languid kiss, tongues tangled into your mouths, never wanting to pull away.

"Thank you." you whisper between your lips when you finally part.

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