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Mine Now

Summary: You’d been in the gang for a while now, and you’re sure that a certain blue-eyed cowboy has some feelings for you.

@verai-marcel‘s high honor/low honor writings intrigue me, so I wanted to take a page from her book and try it myself!

Tags and warnings: Violence, alcohol, smut, body worship, rough sex, overstimulation, slight dom/sub undertones

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Greedy Eyes

(Number Three of my kinky November ficlets)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn reader | Word Count: 1022 | Rating: Explicit

Tags: voyeurism, public sex

It’s been a few months since you’ve joined the Van der Linde gang, and so far, you’ve been busy with one job in particular. Escaping one Arthur Morgan.

He’s not harassing you, but at the same time, he’s not shy to make certain advances when the opportunity presents itself. You get winks and smiles, meaningful glances and warm spoken words, feathery touches, and well-meant promises of what Arthur could do to you if you let him. 

The second you give in, you know you’re in big trouble. Arthur keeps you busy the whole night, and you’re sure you can never go back. You give yourself entirely over to Arthur, and he surely enjoys to have you at his mercy, taking you whenever he pleases. 

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@lusus--naturae asked:

Could you do hcs (or a fic, what ever youre feeling) for Javiers reaction to his crush giving him a gun or a knife, after he complained to them about Micah?

(sorry, I posted the ask before I finished, panicked, and deleted the entire post)

I'll be using you/your for the crush. Gender neutral I guess? (I apologize, this is all new to me)

Javier had been having a very bad, no good, terrible day.

One that even his guitar couldn't elevate.

Bad jobs were common, but now he realizes what Arthur meant by the absolutly disastrous jobs he goes through with Micah.

The whole thing didn't even last ten goddamn minutes before the homestead got flanked by O'driscolls.

And even if they survived by the skin of their teeth, Javier lost one of the things he holds dear to him.

The revolver he always used was one of the few things he had from back home.

His sister had given it to him as a gift, and he had held onto it for several years.

But now the bullet had hit the barrel and indented it, and it looks too dangerous to use.

He's fairly disappointed, and for most of the day, he chides away from everyone.

That is, until you approach him and offer him a cup of coffee.

It's nighttime, but you know he has the night shift today.

He accepts it quietly, and after a few moments, you can see him relax just a tiny bit.

You ask him about his day, and he doesn't answer at first.

You decide not to push him, but to your surprise you didn't need to.

Javier starts talking slowly, cussing out Micah and his jobs before even telling the story.

He tells you about his sister, and his gun, and how he feels like he lost another part of home.

He speaks gently of how his sister used to design the engravings for the family weapons.

He speaks about his home for a bit, then breaks off to get back into say all the mistakes Micah had made during the job.

Apparently, there were alot.

The next day, you head out early, knowing that by the time you arrive in town, the gunsmith would have just opened.

You already have the money in your pocket, and design in mind.

You know Javier is the sentimental type, even if he covers it up with layers of fake bravado and flirtatious innuendos.

But you like him, alot, actually, and you've spent enough time to get to know the real him.

It's two days later when you pick up the gun, don't even look at it to check because you're too scared.

If the engravings are messed up then you'll have nothing to give, money isn't exactly fluid right now.

You get to camp, and spot Javier on guard duty, and decide that it's as good of a time as ever.

Slowly, you approach him, and he gives a small smile and wave when he sees you.

You grin back nervously, holding the boxed gun in your hands and thrusting it forward as soon as you're close enough.

"what's this?" he asks you, and you shrug.

"You said you lost yours, and what's a gunslinger without their guns, right?"

He smiles widely as he opens the gun case, and you can see his expression change into shock.

You shift on your feet nervously as he takes out the gun, eyes wide.

"Y/N, this is..." he looks up at you, dark eyes filled with excitement, "thank you," he says, "This-it... This means alot to me," he says, reaching out for a hug that you readily fall into.

"it's nothing, really," you try, but Javier pulls back and grins at you, golden handle of his new gun flashing in the sunlight.

"it's everything,"

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Have My Children

Pairing: Javier Escuella x Female Reader

Rating: NSFW

Kinks: breeding

Notes: this was one of my fics that I wasn’t ever gonna post, but today I felt rebellious 

Requests are open and inbox is empty!

Feedback would be amazing!

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Uh... so I’m thirsty for Javier content so what happens when he finds out his crush loves him back and he finds her journal and sees that she wrote seriously cute and sappy shit about him 💀

Heya! 

Sorry this took years to complete!The thirst for Javi is REAL!! As someone who is really forgetful, I can see something like this definitely happening to me 🙈

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She Wants A Cowboy

It was a lazy Sunday morning, you sat busily scribbling in your journal

Unaware that you had an audience

An audience of one

Javier had been on guard duty for most of the morning

Although he had stayed concentrated, for the most part, his attention had begun to wander

his eyes falling on you, trying to get a better look at what you were writing 

an amused smirk gracing his face as you put your pencil up to your lip in concentration

“Miss L/N! What on Earth are you still doing here!? There are plenty of jobs for you to be getting on with, get working!”

Miss Grimshaw had been in an awful mood today, Sean and Lenny had gotten particularly drunk last night and almost broken one of the tables!

Her screeching voice had made you jump and you quickly scurried off to find some work to do.

Leaving your journal

Javier’s eyes lit up in interest. This opportunity had fallen into his lap, he would be stupid not to take it

Catching Sean’s eye, he walked up to him, playfully kicking his foot.

Sean smiled up at him lazily using his hand to block out the sun.

“Your turn, amigo”

Javier laughed as Sean groaned to his feet.

He thrust the rifle into Sean’s empty arms

“You’d be wise not to moan, friend. Grimshaw’s on the warpath”

Sean rolled his eyes and walked to his post with a chuckle

Luckily, the table you had left your journal on was opposite Javier’s tent.

Whistling casually as he walked, Javier swiped the book up quickly and tucked it under his arm.

In the safety of his tent, curtains pulled, Javier took a cigarette from the box and lit it with the bottom of his boot.

He flicked the book open with his free hand, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

His heart lept as he read about how you actually felt about him.

So you did feel the same?

Later he walked up to you handing the book back to your crimson face, trying his hardest not to grin too hard.

“You read it!?” you gasped

“And added annotations.” he winked walking away to join his friends.

Quickly searching through your journal, you found that he had in fact written in it.

Where you had written a particularly passionate poem illustrating your affections for the man…….

‘I love you too, mi Amor ;)’

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Arthur and Arnelle exploring the wilderness

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Mario and friends visit New Hanover.

Credit: go-lick-a-9-volt

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reblog if you have ever experienced/witnessed any level of sexual harassment or unwanted attention from a male. I’ve never met a girl who hasn’t been harassed in some form and I wanna prove that girls don’t chuck that shocking figure around for fun.

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mr escuella 🌹

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reblog if ur bi, ur not biphobic, or ur best friend is a beautiful valid bisexual

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i stan one (1) sad cowboy with a heart a gold

i love this dorky roughed voiced man so much

((sorry if this hurts your eyes))

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Wow it’s almost like most of human history has been about controlling women… or something…

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y’know it rly fuckin sucks when ur emotional support cowboy has been dead since 1899

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I love my cowboy man.

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Javier and John reacting to s/o peppering their faces with kisses until they give them attention

So cute!

Javier and John reacting to their s/o (gender neutral reader) peppering them with butterfly kisses to get their attention

Javier Escuella

You noticed that Javier had alot of stress lately, you all did actually, but now that you moved camp once again and left behind the immediate danger, everyone calmed down a little.

But this time it seemed as if your lover couldn’t really settle, he always found something he could do, something that needed immediate attention. Whenever your eyes found him around camp he was doing something different. As soon as he came back from fishing he started to clean his weapons, and after that he went on to clean his ponchos and repair one that had holes in it. The list seemed endless.

If only he would pay as much attention to you. You knew it was selfish, all the things he did needed to be done, and most of it was for the camp.

And yet, there was nothing you wished more for than to feel his delicate fingers dancing on your skin and the touch of his lips on yours.

Later on in the day, you walked past Javier while he was tuning his guitar, you decided to make a turn and positioned yourself in front of him.

He barely noticed you, completely focused on the task he laid upon himself. You didn’t speak a word, just reached out your hand, gently taking his guitar from him and laying it on the grass next to you.

Javier looked at you and opened his mouth, without a doubt wanting to know what you were doing.

But you had already crawled onto his lap, cupping both sides of his face with your hands and started placing little butterfly kisses all over his face. He was a little sweaty from all the work he had done throughout the day, leaving the taste of salt on your lips very prominent, but you didn’t mind that. His beard tickled you but you kept going until your lips found his. His hands immediately found their way around the back of your neck, holding you close to him. Javier loved to bury his hands in your hair.

He smiled into the kiss and just when he started to move his lips along with yours you broke it, leaving the both of you aching for more.

“Now what was that for mi amor?” He laughed while you were getting off of his lap.

“Just a little reminder of what’s waiting for you once you’ve decided you done enough for camp. I’ll wait for you” you promised, gave him a wink and left.

He gave his guitar one last look before he got up and followed you in the direction of your tent, a smirk on his lips and already discreetly opening his belt on the way.

John Marston

The morning was fast approaching, you could see the first rays of sunshine peeking through the cracks of your tent. Turning your head you saw that John was still asleep, his breathing heavy but steady.

You could watch him like this for hours, mapping and tracing the outlines of his handsome face with your eyes. But you knew it was soon time to get up, life at camp isn’t for sleeping in.

It hurt your soul having to wake him and you had already opened your mouth to call out his name, when a better idea popped up in your head. John was usually a very heavy sleeper and it always took you some very serious convincing to get him out of bed.

You positioned yourself on top of him, your butt barely touching his crotch. A position you find yourself in quite frequently and you couldn’t help but chuckle when you felt him twitching under you.

But this wasn’t what you had in mind.

You lowered your head until both of your foreheads were almost touching, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose. His face didn’t show any sign of him waking up, so you continued your quest, leaving small butterfly kisses on every inch of his face. You took your time, embracing the touch of his skin on your lips.

Soon you noticed his hands wandering, moving along your arched back.

You stopped what you were doing and went back into a sitting position, smiling down at John who was now awake and slowly rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

“I dont mind waking up like this” he said, his voice still rough.

“And I dont mind waking you up like this” you answered while lowering your head once more to kiss John.

“MARSTON! God damn get up you fool, there’s work to do here” you heard Arthur calling from outside your tent

“SHUT UP ARTHUR” both of you shouted in unison, not caring for the world outside of this tent.

“Do it again Y/N” John moaned into your kiss, leaving you a little confused. “Do what again?” John flushed a little and tried to escape your eyes, fearing you would make fun of him.

“I liked the little kisses you gave me…”

Does this man have any idea how cute he could be? You complied, of course, showering him with kisses all over his face and body until it was time for the both of you to get up.