#Javier x reader

[4ever-feral]

Clawing at the walls. Foaming at the mouth. He’s so beautiful it’s unreal. 😮‍💨

[johnpriceslamb]

𝓽 𝓱 𝓻 𝓮 𝓪 𝓭 𝓮 𝓭 𝓮 𝓵 𝓮 𝓰 𝓪 𝓷 𝓬 𝓮

🪡 Before you joined the gang, you used to be a tailor. An event was coming up soon which involved looking fancy, meaning that you had to take his measurements for a new suit.

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ⋆ female ! reader ⋆ hyper-feminine ! reader ⋆ very suggestive content w/ javier ⋆ close proximity ⋆ reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars ⋆ poorly google translates spanish >.> ⋆ not proof read nor edited ⋆ wrd count/1.2k

🪡 arthur morgan ⋆ charles smith ⋆ john marston ⋆ javier escuella (sep) x f! reader

🪡 𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷,

“stand still!”

You prattle on for the umpteenth time this evening. The loyal enforcer of the gang grunts at the feeling of the cold tape measure wrapped around his bare waist, as he begrudgingly lifts his arms up to avoid messing up the measurements.

“For someone so little,” He groans at the feeling of the flexible measure tightening deliberately around him, “You sure do have a lot of attitude.”

You ignore him, of course. You scribble down the exact number of his measurement down on a piece of paper with a slight hum. The beads of your delicate necklace hang delicately off your neck as you bend over the edge of the table a bit, elbows propping your demure head for support. Arthur couldn’t help but boredly take a peak of what you were writing down, before ultimately sighing as he hopes for this to go a little quicker.

the cigar in his mouth hangs low on his bottom lip, embers flying out from the tip. He takes another slow drag, before letting it out with a gentle sigh- to your direction. You throw the man a puffed-cheek glare, your little nose scrunching up at the smell.

He wouldn’t admit the fact that he felt warm when your fingers would touch his body so subtly when measuring him. Or when your face was so close to his ragged skin, he could really feel your soft breath. Did you always look that pretty when you’re concentrated?

“Hey, Arthur?” That familiar high-pitched voice catches his attention. His hands lazily grab ahold of his low-hung belt, before leaning in.

“Mh?” He lowly grunts, squinting his eyes at the sight of your beady eyes staring up at him. He chews at the end of his cigarette, letting out a huff when the smoke unexpectedly enters inside his body.

You cheekily smile, tinkering your dewy lashes at him to feign innocence. The pencil in your grip is tapped multiple times on the paper, “Wouldn’t pink be a suitable colour choice for your suit?”

“[name].” You’re lucky you were blessed with a cute little face, otherwise he’d have no issue throwing you in the lake nearby.

🪡 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱,

“..I’m not familiar with getting measured, I apologise if I make anything difficult.” Charles quietly explains to you in that baritone voice he had. You can’t help that sweet fluttering in your chest at the apology.

“Nonsense!” You wave him off with a toothy smile, “All you’ll have to do is stand still.”

The gentle giant in-front of you slowly nods. He’s not uncomfortable, but he’s kind of on the edge since this was new to him. But since it’s you, he can feel some of the tension in him melt. Usually, he tends to avoid interacting with other people at camp.

But you? Something about you made him draw closer.

“Just a matter of standing still? I think I can manage with that. No trouble with me.” A ghost of a smile slowly etches onto his dark skin at your expression. Almost.. puppy like.

You’re about to measure his full height to ensure the exact proportions of the suit are balanced, only to realise..

Your height (lack thereof.. oops.) comes in as a bit of an issue here. For plot purposes, there aren’t any stools around nor could you go on your tippy toes to measure him fully.

“..Ah.” Charles blinks at the situation. Amusement crosses his face, before gesturing to hand over the end of the measuring tape. He holds it just at his head, patiently watching you peak at the number it falls down to at his ankles.

“Oh my..” You let out a tiny squeak at the number, a shy smile appearing on your sweet face before scribbling it down on a piece of paper nearby.

“Oh my?” He repeats you, “What? Is that.. Is that bad?”

“No, no!” You stammer, meekly brushing your hands over your light pink petticoat, “You’re just.. Y’know. You’re tall.”

“Oh?” He smiles lightly, lovingly looking at your light expression, “I hope that won’t be too much of a problem.”

“It’s not a problem. Quite the opposite, actually.” You quietly mumble the last part. Oh dear, you can feel his gaze, practically warming up your soul, staring at you as if you hung the stars. You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing!”

🪡 𝓳𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷,

never in your life have you wanted to smack a man in the face so badly.

“Woah,” John grins like a newly wet dog from running through a puddle, “Y’here to take my measurements or to feel me up?”

All you did was just wrap the tape around the swell of his hips. Your cheeks puff out, purposefully tightening the tape to get your point behind.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind either way.” He cheekily smiles, before scoffing at the feeling of the measuring tape deliberately tightening around him.

You swear you can smell the scent of booze. You ignore it, before straightening your back to measure his waist. What you can’t ignore however, was that raspy drawl his voice had which somehow makes you fall for him over and over again.

He may be as dumb as rocks, but his little antics drew you in.

“Hey,” He calls out to catch your attention. You sweetly tilt your head up, and to the side when he looks down at you.

“You gon’ pick the colours of my suit, or do I get to?” He asks curiously.

You ponder, “Well.. Do you want to?”

He thinks about it for a moment, before coming up with an answer. “Nah. Reckon you should. You’re the professional, after all.”

You can’t help but let out a soft giggle, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

When you’ve finished his measurements, you excitedly turn to him to discuss the colour choices which’ll be appropriate for the event coming up soon. Both of your eyes meet and he peers down at you with a loving gaze, it catches your breath a bit before you force yourself to look down at the notes which contained your notes.

“I think your suit should have a low v cut to really show that upper-body of yours. Perhaps a classic navy blue as your primary colour, and— Hey! Are you even listening to me?”

He blinks a few times, a bit sheepish. “I am, I just don’t got a clue on what you’re saying, sweetheart.”

You can feel your hand tighten.

🪡 𝓳𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪,

“Ah.. Quite close there, aren’t you?” He has this.. devilishly handsome smile you want to wipe off badly. He peers down at you as if you were nothing but a little dollie while you measured his chest.

“‘M not trying to be!” You whine, going just a bit lower to wrap the measuring tape around his waist now. You hum delightfully as you find the exact number, squinting your eyes to see where the tip of the measurement tape lands on.

While you’re busy with your own little thing, you don’t notice the way Javier admires you from above. He can’t help but comment on it too.

“You know,” He starts of with a slow, lazy smile. Mischievous, even.

“You’re looking very pretty working down there.” He puts a lot of emphasis on the word ‘very’ in his sentence. It’s subtle, but if you were to be paying attention to him you’d get it immediately.

You tilt your head up to innocently thank him with a small smile etched on your pretty little face, before realising what his words were implying. That little..

“Javier!” You scold him with a very high-pitched tone. You feel your dignity fading away as soon as he replies with a mocking laugh to your whining.

“You know I’m just playing around, chica. Don’t take it so seriously.” His hand goes down to cheekily pinch your squishy cheek to get his point through. You frown.

“You’re horrible.” You babble, begrudgingly taking his last measurement. You’re very tempted to give him the cold shoulder, but decided against it.

“You’re too kind.” He sarcastically replies, that same lazy grin on his face from the start as when he sees you scribbling down some notes about his measurements and preferences. You throw a tiny glare at him, “I’m the one creating your suit here, be nice!”

“Mhm? I haven’t gotten to express my gratitude yet have I?” He takes the notepad away from you, setting it aside before easily picking you up by the waist and setting you on the table, your legs dangle off the edge easily as he nears you.

“Permiteme que, querida.”

[ambitiouspotions]

RUSTED PICKUP | JAVIER PEÑA | ONESHOT

summary — javier reconnects with his childhood best friend’s sister on his father’s ranch

word count — 4.1k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, language, smut

author’s note — too much stress, but not enough to not think about javi *sigh* i also promise i’m not avoiding my inbox

the cows in the pasture dunked their noses into the basin of water, softly mooing as water dripped from their mouths full of cud. the calves were enjoying the breeze, playfully jumping by their mothers who could be less amused with them and more focused on the herd. the steers were on the perimeter ducking their heads down to munch on the pillowy grass beneath their hooves. in a separate pasture, the bulls were content, sniffing in the breeze and roaming the open field. it was a pleasant sight to live within. the livestock of the peña ranch was thriving and part of that was thanks to you. calving season had ended on a successful note, and now the foaling season would begin; there was never any pausing for nature.

you were in the maternity ward, or that was what you had always jokingly referred to it as. the left side of the horse stables had the larger stalls for the pregnant mares, and your coveralls were soaked in various fluids having to help the mare deliver her new foal and after birth.

you were writing the care instructions and invoice for the ranch hand, luis, who had stepped away needing to tend to one of the horses in the pasture that was kicking up far too much dust and becoming too rowdy due to a loose piece of trash that had spooked it.

“javito?” you questioned in disbelief, your brows furrowing as you looked up from your clipboard when hearing shuffling to your side. it wasn't luis, but another mustached man hard at work. javier peña, son of chucho peña, the man who owned the ranch and also your brother’s childhood friend.

javier had left texas, gone out of the country, and brought down a major player in the war on drugs. you didn't follow javier's life, but you did follow the news. he had worked hard for years trying to control the narcos overseas and stop the importation of illegal substances into the united states. life for you had been simpler, but not any less busy. caring for large animals for the animals in and around laredo, texas. emergencies, minor injuries, uncommon questions or concerns, among other things. you had both chosen very different paths.

you had moved out of your parents’ ranch house only to move back in years later after breaking off your engagement. javier had been balls deep in more colombian whores than he could count and knocked the generic paintings off the walls in the apartment of the embassy while he bottomed out. you, well, you were fiending for a new unserious relationship after settling for the bare minimum while you were with your ex-fiance.

javier turned his head despite the heavy feed bag over his shoulder. that nickname would only ever surface from one person, you. he stared at you, his mouth suddenly dry. when has he ever stumbled on some witty remark or quick draw on a flirtatious introduction? he was acting as if he was seeing a ghost. he never knew his father hired you.

“vaquita,” he responded, taking the sack of sweet oats off of his shoulder. he approached you slowly, placing his elbows on the stall door, taking your presence in with uncertainty. “you're the vet.”

that ridiculous nickname, ‘little cow,’ from the time you were eleven years old because you had bought some injured little calf from the saturday morning auction with your pocket change that your father had given you for lunch. your older brother, ruben, and javier, his friend, who were five years older than you, had only looked away for a minute. you were holding your hand up so high the moment calf number twenty-eight was up for grabs. no one wanted that thing, the auctioneer practically gave it away for two dollars. he probably would've given it away for less if you didn't push the money into his hand so quickly.

you were so excited, you had gone up to the fence letting it lick your hand. it’s fur was missing in some spots, walked with a limp, and looked like it had been trampled by the rest of the herd, but it was yours. you named him kisses. when ruben saw you hanging over the fence to give your docile calf scratches behind the ear, your brother was complaining to javier about the lack of space in the horse trailer.

“how am i going to fit that ugly—”

“kisses is not ugly!” you defended the calf, almost immediately. yes he was, he was hideous, so hideous in fact that your brother was wondering if it might be easier to “accidentally” let it loose the moment you arrived home. your father was going to think that the calf was an embarrassment to the livestock they raised.

“he's a boy, cojones are hanging and his tag is white. you bought a lame cow and gave him a girly name,” ruben huffed, helping you off the fence. the cow let out a soft ‘murring’ noise shaking his patchy head, licking his leathery nose wet.

“don’t get mad at vaquita, she has more cojones than that bull,” javier teased, watching you climb onto the fence again as the cow’s tongue wrapped around your hand. “vaquita and her new friend are gonna have to ride in the back.

ruben was laughing at the name javier had settled on for you. vaquita you were, but not even a teasing nickname could dull your spirits seeing as you had a new companion to bring home.

you rode in the tailgate of the truck clutching the makeshift lead around kisses the cow. your father was confused the moment ruben pulled the horse trailer next to the barn. the two horses were there, but you and the cow were also there. it took him a while to get used to some ugly calf being integrated into the herd of healthy bovines.

that was the first animal you truly cared for. the vet that aided kisses was the reason for your chosen occupation.

“yeah, the vet,” you nodded your head once in agreement. you eyed the mare with her foal, unlatching the stall door. javier moved back, opening the door for you as you exited.

“i haven't seen you since ruben’s graduation party,” you began, looking at how his mustache had filled out, how his shoulders had broadened, how he was even carrying himself differently.

“i've been busy,” javier said casually, watching you strip your rubber boots and coveralls. you dusted your socks before dawning your leather work boots. you pulled down the sleeves of your shirt. that had been scrunched and out of the way from the shoulder-length gloves you had taken off to begin writing.

“i know,” you laughed softly, ensuring the latch to the stall was secure with the carabiner.

“you know, vaquita?” javier raised an eyebrow, as a smirk played on the corner of his mouth.

“everybody around here talks about you, but i didn't expect to see you,” you confessed folding the coveralls into a rough square so your hands wouldn't touch the grime the clothing had acquired.

“i moved back,” javier admitted, kicking the loose dirt with his boot. his eyes now darted to the new foal nursing from its mother.

“welcome home.” you didn't know if your tone was sarcastic or endearing when it came out. you thought he was moving away from his goal of being an agent, but in reality, he was done. working at the ranch he grew up on, was backwards for you, but he felt was contrary. it was time to rest his mind. he fought too hard. he worked too much.

“you grew up, vaquita,” he was trying to avoid the conversation about his absence. he was fixated on your body without being covered in the tan working overalls. he could really take in your figure now. the way the belt laid on your hips, the way your shirt was misbuttoned, how it wasn't tucked in straight.

“you could say that without staring at my tits.”

“no, i couldn't have,” javier chuckled, as you slid him the paperwork you were writing out for luis.

“i feel awful for the girls you used to hit on,” you rolled your eyes taking your bag off the peg, stuffing your clipboard inside the oversized sack.

“you only feel awful because it wasn't you,” javier quipped only to be met by your gagging noise.

“oh yes, i’m sure sixteen-year-old you would’ve been dying to flirt with eleven-year-old me,” you teased, knowing he never had much interest in you other than to bother you while being accompanied by your older brother.

“well, maybe i had no interest in you at all until now,” javier confessed to the truth you already knew. he picked up the bag of feed again. you could see his muscles flexing through his plaid shirt.

your pager was beeping on your belt loop, with a quick look at javier you gathered your rubber boots in your hand.

“i’ve got an emergency across town, but call my office,” you said, a smile riddling your face. “we can catch up more when we both have less work to do.”

“no problem, doctor vaquita.”

you hadn't known how the next few weeks had transpired after javier got a hold of your personal number. you and javier hadn’t done much talking. you had mentioned small things in passing: ruben’s whereabouts, your failed engagement, javier’s vague stories about columbia that he didn't want to dwell on, but most of it was asking how you liked to be fucked.

each time was like experimenting, javier constantly trying to make it even better than the last time. most of the time it was late at night with him covering your mouth or shoving your head into a pillow. moving the headboard away from the wall to silence the creaking and slamming it would cause. both of you were getting fed up with having a filter on your affairs.

what was more southern comfort than sliding your pants off in the back of a field?

you were in the farm truck, pulling to the furthest point of the peña ranch, watching javier hauling branches into the large bonfire. javier’s tailgate was almost empty.

the rickety truck you were borrowing was your father's, the newest thing about it was the tires. it’s rusted patches, sun-damaged dash, exposed wiring, and missing floorboard were all characteristics of a well-loved farm truck. the seats on the inside were caked with years of dust and dirt.

it had so many miles, but they weren't accurately kept seeing as the odometer and gas gauge were both broken. the truck had a list of rules that came with driving it. no going over thirty-five miles per hour, no driving it longer than thirty minutes without topping it off with gas, check the oil each time before it goes in the garage, don’t pop the tailgate without holding the left side, knock the side of your hand against the gear shift before switching gears.

when the truck had been clean was the day you came home from the hospital, other than that even your father couldn't pinpoint a time when the blue, now brown spotted truck was in a better condition.

you turned the ignition off once the truck was backed into place. javier had to clear the branches anyway. this was just killing two birds with one stone.

javier was flicking his cigarette butts skillfully into the fire. one after another you watched him smoke. there was a sheen of sweat that was noticeable on his forehead. he had his flannel shirt open revealing a worn wife beater. he was manspreading on your tailgate, one hand sitting in his lap casually as his shoulders were slouched.

“everything okay?” you questioned, your legs dangling over the side of the truck’s tailgate, occasionally having your boot heels click together.

“it’s hard seeing you, vaquita,” he confessed, spitting on the ground. the nicotine was suddenly leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “just wasted a whole lotta time and feel like i have nothing to show for it.”

you leaned back on your elbows looking to the stars on the cloudless night rather than javier who was next to you. “the first thing you have to do is to stop thinking that you've done nothing,” you sighed softly, the exhale clearing your lungs enough to breathe in the smoky scent of the fire. “we both know you worked hard.”

“easier said than done,” he wiped his hands against his thighs leaning forward, his head bowed slightly. “especially when i decided to come back home.”

you didn't know why javier was so occupied inside his mind tonight. you could only assume the only reason he was talking to you about it was because he had no one else to talk to about it. you figured he was talking to vaquita, ruben’s little sister, rather than sweetheart, the owner of tight pussy he ruined.

“truthfully, it makes me pissed,” javier mumbled, leaning back to mirror you. he was going to reach for another cigarette before you stopped him.

“we’re supposed to be here so we can relax,” you reminded him, turning to your side, uncomfortably being met with a sharp pain in your hip from the rivet in your jeans. you shifted again, now swinging one leg over his waist and toying with his belt. “let loose for tonight.”

the moment it was unbuckled, you were fussing with his button and zipper.

“no wastin’ time, i see?” he asked, laying back fully, a deep exhale leaving his body as he placed one of his hands behind his head to watch you. the firelight illuminating enough of the area to appreciate the view. you slid in between his legs as he lifted his hips to aid you in sliding his pants and boxers down in one fluid motion.

he spits in his hand, grasping his soft shaft, his muscle memory taking over. the way he grabbed his cock, his hand had just the right amount of slack and grip at the same time. his thumb rubbing over his tip on every upward stroke.

“we both have early mornings,” you murmured as your lips were pressed against the side of his thigh, teasingly moving to lick his balls.

“or is it because you think talking about our personal lives makes this too real?”

you lifted your head to respond, but javier had moved his hand away from his erect shaft guiding your head down his length. an easy and good way to silence you from possibly admitting the truth.

your mouth stuffed full with him, struggling to take every inch he provided. his hand caressing his cheek as he looked down on you. he was wetting his lips every so often as you continued to cover his cock with your saliva.

you only had more incentive to keep working his length as he let his lips part with a breathy moan.

“you're good at that,” javier praised, holding his hand against your cheek as your head went down further. his eyes shut for a moment feeling the back of your throat tighten around his tip. he bucked his hips making you pull back your head, a soft gag coming from your mouth. your hand was firmly against his thigh to hopefully prevent it from happening again.

catching your breath, you took to his length again, a hand around the base of his shaft you were unable to fit into your cramped mouth. as you moved your head, your hand followed, jerking more of his length upwards. your spit was on and under your fingers, ensuring all of his length was properly being cared for.

“just like that sweetheart, you know i like that,” javier’s eyes rolled back as he was met with the resistance of your hand on his thigh as he tried to move his hips upwards again, aching for more.

relaxation at its finest, warm fire accompanied by a warm mouth and soft tugs of his cock being pulled into your mouth. he could tell you were getting impatient by the way you were rubbing your thighs together, trying to match the seam of your jeans right against your clit to feel some sort of pressure or stimulation from something.

javier lifted your head from his shaft, holding your chin to speak to you directly. “you want my cock?”

you could barely focus when he held your face like that and he knew it. it made you melt, it made your head fuzzy, fuck, it made you wet.

“i asked if you want me to put my cock in your pussy,” javier repeated, shaking your chin lightly, watching your eyes flicker.

“yes,” the way he could easily flip that switch was one of the most attractive things about javier. when it came to pleasure he didn't want to play a guessing game. he wanted to be accurate and precise to absolutely ruin you.

“yes, what?” he tried to coax a longer sentence from his mouth as he sat up, only adjusting your chin when he was losing your attention.

his other hand unlatched the overly large belt buckle you had received as an award from a veterinary conference you went to. hearing the click of the buckle made you antsy, thinking about his cock about to be pushing into you.

“yes, javi, i want your cock inside of me,” you confirmed, making javier begin to slide your jeans down. his fingers met the outside of your panties, curling on the underside of the fabric.

his fingers slid inside of your walls so easily making him chuckle as your mouth fell open at the feeling of two of his fingers buried inside of you. your cheeks were flushed, as you moved against his hand.

he placed a gentle kiss against your cheek. “you gotta taste your pussy sweetheart, tell me if it’s good enough for me to have some,” he whispered the entire phrase, every few words he would place another kiss on your face. his digits moving so easily inside of your walls. your panties moved out of the way so he could have a clean exit.

he offered his slick fingers to your lips, which you accepted, licking them clean. once they were clean you took them back in your mouth again, your tongue parting his fingers and thrusting into their center.

“it’s the best pussy,” you said confidently. you expected him to pull you to his face, but that wasn't the case. he pulled your panties down to your ankles to mingle with your jeans. he was pawing in the pocket of his jeans for a condom as you somehow managed to get your boots and jeans off without tripping over him or on the bed of the truck.

when you saw the condom wrapper you were confused. he just asked you to taste yourself for his pleasure. he wanted you to sample the goods he was about to feast on, yet now he was getting his dick ready.

“don't look so disappointed,” javier taunted, as he pulled a condom over his thick length. “i’m going to eat this pussy when it’s dripping,” he assured you, guiding you onto his tip. “gotta play with my meal before i eat it.”

you closed your eyes tightly, as you sunk down. out of breath, wondering how you had managed to get so lucky to receive an ungodly amount of dick after breaking things off with your fiance.

you were barely settled on his length though your eagerness was showing because you had already started to bounce despite the tight squeeze.

“sweetheart, i promise i’m not going anywhere,” javier was holding up the edge of your shirt revealing just above your belly button, not pressing to remove it, only wanting the comfort of more of your skin as he had you on top. “take it easy,” he squeezed the edge of fat at your waist, slightly groaning as you were fully filled by him.

“it’s just so good,” you moaned, tilting your head back.

you had done it, finally soaking onto his cock, getting a good rhythm as you slid up and down. you were making him voice the sounds of pleasure that you usually spouted from your own lips.

“sweetheart, that pussy is gripping me,” javier confessed, mumbling as he pulled your clothed chest closer to his face. he couldn't deny him a few of his own unsteady thrusts upwards into you, mostly only to watch you grip his shirt.

his hands fumbled the grip on your waist having to find it again in between your relentless motions to stroke his cock in between your soaking walls.

javier had to stop you, shaking his head as he pulled his cock out of you. he helped you stand, placing one of your legs onto the raised wheel wells on the side of the truck. he was behind you, bending you forward slightly so you could grab the top of the vehicle.

he knelt down between your legs, having to slide his shirt off in the process. he was getting far too worked up to have anything other than you touching him. he craned his neck, having to steady you as his tongue began to explore your folds.

his favorite part was sucking at your clit after his tongue had been buried inside of you. you didn't know who was enjoying it more. the reactions you produced made it seem like you were the one who enjoyed it more, but the more you whined and begged for him javier continued to aid in your pleasure.

one hand was wrapped around his shaft occasionally, stroking it or gripping his base tightly, wanting his erection to be just as hard, if not more when he entered you again.

“god, fuck,” your legs began to shake as his crooked nose began to rub the same trails his tounge had taken.

“best fuckin’ pussy,” he murmured, taking a few more laps within your arousal again before he stood, guiding his solid shaft into you.

“javi, my dear god,” vocal, very vocal. you were both able to spew whatever nonsense you wanted. whatever needy desires you had. whatever overly audible moans you needed to vocalize, tonight would be the night.

javier had gotten in that disgustingly pleasurable deep thrust he had learned you loved. your eyes were fluttering, knuckles white as you gripped the rusted truck, feeling it rock beneath the both of you.

his hand slid up the bottom of your shirt, shuffling with the bottom of your bra as he gripped one of your breasts, fiddling with your nipple as he had to focus on allowing you to achieve your orgasm before he could think about his own. that was proving hard, your pussy was gripping his throbbing cock like it owed you money.

“you make this too hard,” javier lightly nipped at your shoulder as he pulled you against his chest, his position slightly squatted to continue his rail into your wet cunt. too hard to focus, too hard to not release before it was his turn, too hard not to want to stay in your pussy forever.

“o-oh, there!” you exclaimed, so high-pitched, he knew any second you would be unwinding onto his cock. he could hear his belt buckle hitting the bed of the truck as he slammed into you.

“yeah, yeah, yeah,” you whined as he pulled your chest closer, kissing just below your ear. your pussy held javier’s cock throbbing against him wildly as your orgasm surged through you.

“sweetheart,” javier moaned, tapping your leg to adjust its position on the truck. “i’m about to let you take this load,” he huffed, his eyes only now fixated on your eyes as you had turned your head to look at him as he kept pushing his dick in and out of you.

you were practically losing your mind, riding out the orgasm of your life, unable to clearly think as he was still inside of you.

“you gonna take it?” javier asked, only seeing a nod coming from your crooked head. “where?”

his movements were more ragged and uncoordinated. he was waiting for the answer impatiently, closing his eyes tightly trying to be as calm as he could in what felt like the longest three seconds of his life as he waited for you to respond.

“my mouth.” that was enough said javier was pulling his dick out of you, making you drop to your knees quickly. a bit of his seed spilling into the condom as he pulled it off. the warm cum shot into your mouth, and his dick twitched as you worked his length again, ensuring that he was drained.

javier was sweating, pushing his hair off of his forehead as he pulled up his boxers and jeans. you had crouched down to rifle for your underwear and untangle your denim from your boots.

“you really know how to take it, vaquita,” javier laid his head back against the old farm truck, his discarded shirt sitting in his lap.

“you know how to give it, javito.”

[procuder]

I suddenly wanted to see a weird scenario where the system gave Lloyd a large mysterious blue egg. He held it, confused, and then the egg touched him, causing a six-year-old child to emerge. Yes, this little boy sees Lloyd as his 'Papa' and is very cheerful (I don't really like the 'father and mother' setup...so I came up with this) As for his appearance, he completely inherited it from Javier (somehow) and has Lloyd's eyes. Isn't he very cute?

After that, a lot of shit happened lol and it ended with Lloyd being forced to babysit this kid. Oh my god, my biggest dream is to see their fanchild call Lloyd 'Papa' and Javier 'Dad' so I have to

[knightjpg]

Tending the Garden

Living by yourself on your little homestead gets lonely after your father's passing. And so, when you find a handsome wounded stranger alone and left for dead in the dust, you take pity on him. Oh, he'll leave again someday, you know that. Which would be fine—if only he wasn't so damned sweet.

tags: Javier Escuella/reader, pining, falling in love

part 1 | part 2

Christ, not again. 

“You better not be dead,” you tell the man lying crumpled in the dirt.

He doesn't stir. With a sigh you put your shotgun on your back and crouch down. 

Scrawny, filthy, and bloody. “What a sight you are,” you mumble, checking for a pulse. It's there, however faint. When you turn the man over you see a young, handsome face; black, half-long hair, a nose that's definitely been busted at least once, and a faint scar across his left eyebrow. He's wearing a tattered poncho, its colours old and faded.  

You sling his arm over your shoulder and whistle for Copper, who obediently trots closer. As an afterthought you grab the man's sombrero and push it onto his head more securely. 

“Alright, girl,” you soothe your horse while hoisting the man over her rear. “Let's get home.” 

You were heading that way, anyway, your little hunting trip yielding two fat rabbits in the traps you'd laid out some days ago. You're not used to catching less, not yet; it’s only been a few weeks since your father passed. 

Maybe that's what moves you to take the stranger with you—the strange bouts of loneliness that have plagued you ever since the funeral.  

Fortunately the stranger isn't seriously injured save for the angry, fresh wound around his neck and some cuts and bruises. You wrap him up in poultice and bandages and put him in your father’s bed; the rest is up to him. 

As for yourself, you set to skinning the rabbits and preparing the meat, curing it and hanging it out to dry to add to your stock of provisions in the cellar. Part of it you set aside to prepare for a late dinner, humming as your knife makes quick work of your home-grown vegetables. 

It's a quiet life out here, in the middle of the grassy hills and patches of dense forest. Redwood's less than an hour away by horse, and you go there on occasion to sell your pelts and buy the few supplies you can't fashion yourself at the little homestead you've lived in all your life.

That said... since your old man died you have to admit you're struggling a little managing it all by yourself. 

When you set aside the now finished stew on the old, wooden table you can see the barn from the window across you, and it's not in a good state. You've been meaning to get around to the repairs, just—after the funeral... it's been hard. 

You eat slowly. The crackle of the fireplace, the clink of your spoon against your plate, and the familiar creaks of the house withstanding the blustery winds of spring are your only companions. Your potatoes are doing nicely; so are your carrots and onions. Might be time to get started on those tomatoes soon... Maybe squash this year, too. 

You're pulled out of your musings when the door to your father's bedroom creaks open and two guarded, dark eyes meet yours. 

You reach for the shotgun lying next to your plate. The man's eyes widen and he takes a hesitant step back. “’S alright, stranger,” you say. “Just makin’ sure you don't repay my kindness by tryna slit my throat. How you feelin'?” 

Your tone is gentle, yet the man hovers near the doorframe, clearly unsure of how to proceed. He's undeniably of Mexican heritage; maybe he doesn't speak English too well? You offer a smile, patting the chair next to you. “You hungry? Food?” 

His eyes light up at that and he nods.  

“Alright. Take a seat and I'll get you a plate.” You stand up, strapping your shotgun over your back. Just in case. Don't you trust no one, girl, your father always told you. It's what's kept you alive until now and you're intending to keep it that way. 

The man shuffles forward and slowly takes a seat on the hard wooden chair. As soon as you put a plate down he inhales the food in front of him with such gusto it draws a surprised laugh out of you. “'S that why you were lyin’ in the dirt out cold?” You shake your head. “Poor bastard. Well, eat your fill.” 

You hand him water as well as whiskey, both of which he accepts graciously. Once he's polished his first helping and starts on the second, you ask him his name. He looks up, cheeks near bursting, and your lips quirk up. You gesture to yourself, introduce yourself, and then, with an encouraging raise of your eyebrows, nod to him. 

“My name, Javier,” he says with his mouth full, pointing to his chest.  

“Nice t’meet you, Javier.” You touch your own neck and pat your abdomen in the spot where Javier got an especially nasty cut. “How's that feelin’?” 

He understands, mirroring you by touching his bandaged neck. “Thank you,” he says earnestly, his accent curled thickly around his words. Not exactly what you meant, but you'll take that to mean it's bearable. 

You let him be, then, content to watch him eat until he's satisfied. When he's done your eyes linger on his dirt-stained fingers. Actually, forget his fingers—he's covered in grime from tip to toe.

“You wanna wash up? There's a water pump just outside.” When he looks at you uncomprehending you get up, scraping your chair back over the hard wooden floor, and gesture with your hand. “Come. Outside. What's it called—? Agua.” 

That seems to land. He follows you, and once you work the pump to fill a wooden pail you leave him to it with a nod. After heading back inside you rummage around in your late father's meagre belongings and pull out a shirt and some jeans that will surely be too big on Javier. Well, at least they'll be clean. 

“Javier!” you call out before rounding the back. “You decent? Got you some clothes.” 

His voice carries back to you in some kind of affirmation and you step around the corner of the house. You're not quite prepared to see him shirtless, however, and for a moment your eyes linger on the expanse of his back narrowing into slender hips. You tear your gaze away from him the moment he turns, thrusting the clothes into his waiting still-wet hands. “Here.” 

“Gracias,” he says, his lips curling in an appreciative smile. It strikes you then just how handsome he looks with his hair dripping wet and little rivulets streaming down the hollow of his neck. His dark eyes regard you with a curious intensity in the beat that passes before you excuse yourself and head back inside. 

Javier returns looking much cleaner, sleeves rolled up around his forearms and jeans tucked neatly into his scuffed boots. He allows you to take his dirty clothes from him and you set them aside for tomorrow's washing. Then you gesture him to sit down, checking to make sure his bandages haven't gotten wet or displaced; but it looks like he was careful, and you don't need to redo any of your work. 

“Rest,” you tell him before moving back to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. When he shakes his head and follows you to the sink you raise an eyebrow. 

“Quiero agradecerte por salvarme. I help you,” he says, gesturing. You snort, pushing his hands away. 

“Ain't nothin’ for you to do ‘side from sit pretty ‘nd heal up.” His brow furrows at that, and you smile, nodding to the kitchen table. “Why don't you sit and tell me what happened to you? Y’looked a fright when I found you.” 

When he remains quiet you look back over your shoulder and see a shadow has fallen over his face, his shoulders tense and drawn up. You hum in understanding, drying your hands on a towel before leaning your hips back against the counter. “Where you headed next, then?” you ask gently. “You got someplace to go?” 

He shakes his head, eyes downcast on his hands folded across his lap. 

“Well. I could use a hand with the barn,” you muse. “Reckon I can let you stay a while if you help me out ‘round here.” 

He looks up that, brows upturned in a hesitant, hopeful expression. “Stay?” he repeats. 

“Sure,” you smile. “You help me, and you stay.” 

—

With some rest and care Javier makes a quick recovery, and after a while of having three hot meals a day his strength returns. His scrawny figure fills into lean, wiry muscle, following your every request with an eagerness to please that never fails to makes you smile. 

He helps fix the barn with you, and when that's done he moves onto a leaky part on the roof. He helps plant you tomatoes by day, and during the evenings you help him practice his English. You ask him to teach you Spanish in return. There are several times you both end up laughing by what essentially turns into a strange game of charades. 

“Ah, cómo describirlo... You sit on a horse.” 

“Ridin'?” you offer. 

“No, no... The chair on the horse...” 

You bite your lip to keep yourself from chuckling. “The saddle?” 

“Sí!” a smile breaks through on his face, pleased you've understood. And so on. You talk about anything that comes up; the chores you do, the vegetables you plant, the animals you catch. You lend him the few books you have, once having belonged to your mother, and read to him while explaining the words best you can.  

Javier doesn't talk about his past nor what he's running from, but that's fine. As long as he doesn't lead trouble to your doorstep a man has a right to his secrets. And though he clearly has moments where he struggles with a heavy sadness weighing upon his shoulders, Javier slowly becomes livelier. 

Sweet spring air with its budding green things lifts your own mood, too. Weeks roll into months, and both of you settle into your comfortable new normal; for as long as it'll last. You don't know what Javier has in mind for his future, but you're assuming he'll probably want to move on from here at some point. It's what makes you force yourself to look away from the way he pulls his ever-growing hair back into a ponytail, forearms flexing when he ties it secure. 

It's also to this end that you share your earnings from what you sell in town, insisting he has a right to it; it was a team effort, after all, wasn't it? It's a joy to see him look down at the money he's earned with his own hands, awe and gratitude lining his face. 

Javier's not the best at hunting or tracking, but he takes to fishing, and you're happy your father's fishing kit will get to see some use rather than collect dust in a corner. He's skilled with a knife too, and your usual workload of skinning and cutting is easily halved. 

“You know, I been thinkin',” you tell him one evening, seated across each other like usual on your couch. “’Bout getting some chickens. Lotsa fresh eggs every day. We'd have little chicks runnin’ ‘round, too. What you think?” 

Javier nods. “We have to build a chicken house.” 

“That's right, a chicken coop. You up for it?” 

“Claro. Tell me when we start.” 

It feels natural, to have these kind of idle conversations with him. To plan, to dream a little. With the rising temperatures Javier often works in the garden shirtless, his hat shielding his face from the sun. You're not sure if it's a blessing or a curse. Several times you feel the desire to reach out and smooth your hands over his skin, to taste the sweat a day's work has collected in the nape of his neck. 

One time Javier catches you, and you're not sure he believes the half-coherent excuse you give him. Good Lord, you need to get yourself together. 

There other moments where you swear lightning takes a hold of you. When you climb down the ladder from fixing the roof his hands steady your hips. When you pore over the English books he painstakingly works his way through he's so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. When you harvest the vegetables in your garden his fingers brush against yours.

Has it been that long since you've been touched? 

It gets to the point you saddle up Copper to go into Redwood just to be away from him and the homestead for a day. You go out to town every few months to stock up on a larger amount of goods and supplies; you're on friendly terms with the general store's assistant, Jimmy, and he's always happy to drive you back with a wagon full of things to last you a good while. 

Copper nuzzles your hand affectionately and you stroke her neck, slipping her an apple. Javier spots you and jogs over, smile bright. “Are you leaving?” 

He's wearing a blouse today, the first couple buttons undone. His collarbones dip so beautifully along his shoulders, and when he wipes the sweat off his forehead the fabric stretches around his muscles. You swallow, mouth feeling dry.  

This is the whole reason you have to head out. Clear your head. Talk to some other people that don't have glittering dark eyes and crooked smiles and stupidly attractive laughs. 

You focus on strapping on Copper's saddle while you answer Javier. “Yep. Time to stock up on some things. I'll be gone for the day, so watch the house for me, won't you?”  

“Of course,” Javier nods. “For the chicken house? Ah, coop?” 

“That's right,” you smile. “I'm gettin' us the materials and some chicks to start out with. A rooster, too. So no more sleepin’ in late,” you add with a little grin. 

Javier groans, but it's in good humour. “Monta con seguridad. Ride safe.” 

“Always do.” 

It's wonderful to feel the breeze on your skin as you ride, and once you reach town you find it was the right call. There's plenty to distract you, though Javier never quite leaves the forefront of your mind. When you get to the general store and greet Jimmy, who gets the catalogue ready for you to place your order, you can't help but add a few clothing items you think Javier might be in need of. You've noticed he enjoys taking care he looks nice, fussing with his hair and polishing his boots, and while your late father's clothes are sturdy and durable they don't possess a lick of fashionable flair. 

A bandana, a vest, leather boots with finely stitched patterns, several blouses... You hardly notice how much attention you're pouring into it when Jimmy chuckles and nods to the pages you're so intently poring over. “Never thought that was quite your style, sugar.” 

Your cheeks grow warm. “Oh—No, that ain't it. I've... Well. I got a wanderin’ stranger on my hands, and I feel obliged to him. Helped me out a lot, now that my Pa is gone and all...” 

Jimmy's surprise melts into understanding. “’Course. You look like you're doin’ a lot better though—just be careful of strangers.” 

“Don't worry. Ain't no one gonna get the jump on me.” 

You pick out the rest of your items, and once you're satisfied you have all you'll need Jimmy tells you he'll start loading up the wagon for you. “I'll take a bit, sugar, so feel free to come on back in a while.” 

You take the opportunity to sell your furs and take a stroll around Redwood, noting the subtle changes that present themselves after not having visited for a while. The saloon has a fresh coat of paint; there’s a new butcher in town. Stores have swapped out their previous goods for things more currently in style.

Behind one of the storefronts’ windows a fine, dark bowler hat catches your fancy, and you imagine Javier wearing it along with his crooked little grin. You exit the store only minutes later, feeling foolish and yet helpless when you imagine his delight at your gift. 

After killing some time in the local saloon you find your way back to the general store, pleased to see Jimmy's loading up the last couple items. He helps you onto the front bench of the wagon, and then you're rattling off. Copper obediently follows behind. 

“Saw you got some chicks 'n a rooster, miss. Think they'll do real well for ya...” 

Jimmy's small talk is pleasant, and you're almost surprised at how quickly your little homestead comes into view again. It never fails to make you feel comforted, to see the squat little buildings and the garden nestled among the hills. 

Jimmy insists on helping you off the wagon again; “You're a lady, I gotta treat you well,” and you allow him with a bemused smile. Only when your feet touch the grass again do you spot Javier from the corner of your eye, holding your shotgun and wearing a much darker expression than you're accustomed to seeing on him. 

He slowly steps closer, dark eyes boring into Jimmy's hand still holding onto yours. 

“Javier!” you call out with a smile. “It's alright, put that gun away, now. This is Jimmy; the feller I told you about.” You turn back to Jimmy, thanking him again for taking the trouble with the deliveries. 

Javier's frown doesn't disappear, however, not even when you gently touch his elbow, asking him to take Copper to the barn while you unload. Jimmy hangs back nervously, eyes darting between you and Javier. He helps you unload quickly, and when you ask if he'd like to stay for dinner he shakes his head.  

“I'd best be goin', miss. You take care now,” and with a tip to his hat the wagon rattles off again. You watch him leave, then turn around to raise an eyebrow at Javier. 

“Ain't like you to be so unfriendly.” 

Javier looks away, an unhappy frown tugging at his lips. “This man is touching you too much.” 

You blink. “Jimmy? Oh, he's harmless. Known him for years; he's always been a good kid.” When Javier's frown remains you chuckle, gesturing for him to follow you. “Alright, alright. Come on, let's go inside. I got somethin’ for you.” 

That piques his interest. “What is it?” 

“Un sombrero,” you grin, then think for a second. “...Algo así.” Ain't really a sombrero, exactly... 

“Algo así?” Javier's lips curl upward. “Me estás dando curiosidad.” 

“Just wait till you see it.” The cool interior of the house feels wonderful after riding in the sun and you exhale, removing your hat and running your fingers through your hair in relief. 

Javier obediently lets you direct him to sit on the couch while you sort through the boxes. When he’s presented with the clothes you picked for him you can hardly take your eyes off of him: Javier's whole face is aglow with delight. 

“I might have to make some adjustments to make ‘em fit you well,” you tell him when he holds up his new blouses to his chest. 

“Estos son maravillosos!” Javier beams. He's especially taken with the boots, his fingers tracing the delicate stitching. He looks up at you, eyes softening. His smile is a beautiful thing. “Muchas gracias, señorita.” 

That damn fluttery feeling in your chest... “Now close your eyes, mister. Got one last thing to complete the picture.”  

You're made to eat those words. When Javier obediently closes his eyes it's so tempting to reach out and put a hand to his cheek, to touch a thumb to his lips... It takes real effort to tear yourself away from these thoughts and instead open the hat box, unwrapping the bowler hat from its crinkling, protective paper, and to put it on Javier's head. His hair tickles the back of your hand as you do, and maybe you're imaging it, but you swear there's a little hitch in his breath when your fingertips graze his temple. 

He looks every bit as dashing as you'd pictured. “Well, well,” your smile seeps into your voice. “Ain't you a fine-lookin' gentleman. Here's a mirror—open your eyes, señor Javier.” 

He does, eyes widening in surprise and then crinkling in happy delight as he sees the hat adorning his head. He turns this way and that, admiring the fine make and material in the small mirror you're holding up in front of him. 

“Tell me if it don't please you, and 's no hard feelings,” you reassure him, but that statement is met with such an indignant expression you laugh. Javier gets up from his chair, taking your free hand in his. His mouth curves into a sweet smile, and the fact that it's aimed at you warms your cheeks far too much. 

“Cariño,” Javier murmurs, his tone one so gentle as you've not heard before. “¿Para qué es todo esto? ¿Para consentirme?” 

You scrunch your nose, brows knitting together. “Them's too many words I don't know...” 

To your surprise Javier lifts your hand to brush his lips over your knuckles. “You are very good to me.” 

You let out a soft little “oh,” and when Javier's gaze on you lingers you fluster, pulling your hand from him and turning away, pretending to be busy with the few supplies still strewn across the kitchen table. “Well, I—I just couldn't bear seein’ you wear your clothes to rags ‘s all.” 

All you hear in response is a little chuckle, but it makes you feel entirely too pleased. 

—

“Do you go—often? In town?” Javier asks you over dinner. Mashed potatoes, summer salad, smoked rabbit. It's a lovely spread, garnished with the flavours of your little herb garden. 

“Not often, no. Why? You miss Jimmy already?” you tease. 

Javier wrinkles his nose in distaste, and you laugh. “I do not miss Jimmy.” 

“Well, maybe you'll warm up to him. Most folk in town ain't too bad, really.” 

“¿Te gusta él—Jimmy?” Javier's tone is casual, almost disinterested. But when you look at him he's awaiting your answer with the watchful eye of a hawk.

“Él es un amigo,” you reply easily. “A friend. My Pa was fond of ‘im too.” 

Javier does a little “hm”, then goes back to poking at his food. You nudge his foot with your own, forcing him to look back at you. 

“What's the matter? You were so happy earlier.” 

“I am happy,” Javier rushes to reassure you. His hand reaches out to touch yours, and when you turn your palm up instinctively to catch his fingers he finally smiles. “Nothing is wrong.” 

After dinner and cleaning up you sit outside, side by side. The air is finally starting to cool. Cricket song hums in the air, the dying light of the sun smattering its final red hues on the evening sky. You share a bottle of whiskey between the two of you, exchanging small talk about the garden. 

When the conversation trails off you watch Javier, his expression serious and thoughtful, gaze resting on the horizon. Not for the first time it fills you with a strange, sad sort of feeling. He'll leave you here someday, and that day is bound to come sooner rather than later. 

“Say,” you speak up. “We should get you a horse.” 

It's almost like you want him to leave. Might be better if he did, actually. You're not in too deep, not yet—or so you tell yourself. You can still let him go. 

“A horse?” Javier looks at you, smiling with intrigue. 

You shrug, trying to appear casual. “Yeah. We could go out ridin’ together if you like.” 

“I would like that.” 

And so plans are made for a visit to a ranch just outside of Redwood. You weren't expecting to be returning that way so soon, but oh well. Not like it'll kill you. 

...Actually, no, it might kill you. Javier's strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep steady when you mount Copper are going to be the death of you. He's already seated just behind the saddle, and the way he instinctively reaches out to help you up doesn't help the stutter of your heartbeat in the slightest. 

A puff of his breath tickles your neck, and you're suddenly very glad he can't see your face. Lord forgive you, but his hands... 

“Ready?” you ask, your voice coming out slightly higher pitched than usual. And when Javier murmurs “Ready,” close to your ear you have a hard time suppressing a shiver. 

Thank God for Copper's easy and dependable nature, because even when you're more distracted than usual by your very attractive cargo your journey goes smoothly. Javier's dressed himself up in his fine new clothes, including his new bowler hat, and he polished his boots till they were shining. 

When you arrive at the ranch he slips off Copper first so he can take your hand as you dismount. “Gracias, señor,” you smile, and he grins. 

Your playful smiles slip when you see the way the ranch hand that's coming to meet you is eyeing Javier. In response Javier ducks his head, letting his hat cover his face in shadow and keeping his eyes to the ground. His tension is a palpable thing. You give the ranch hand a curt greeting, not missing the way his eyes flick between the two of you with wary apprehension. 

“We'd like to take a look at your horses,” you say. Best to move the conversation along quickly, now. “Nothing fancy, for ridin’ 'nd workin’.” 

The ranch hand eyes Javier. “For this greaser?” 

Javier looks up at him for a second, brief surprise followed by muted anger. Christ. Of course he'd know that word without you having to teach him.  

“For my friend. You mind your mouth, boy,” you tell the ranch hand in a clipped tone. The man gives you an odd look. You don't care. 

“Alright then... Follow me,” he says, and though he makes no additional comments about Javier, the way the ranch hand glances back at him says enough. 

“We'll be fine from here,” you're all too happy to dismiss him when he's led you to the available horses. Then, turning to Javier in a much gentler tone. “Alright, darlin'. You take a look and see if there's any you like.” 

The endearment slips out so naturally you surprise yourself. If Javier notices he doesn't say anything; he just nods, focusing his attention on the horses. Poor man. Running from God knows what and then shunned because of his heritage. 

You join Javier, watching him walk past the horses with a concentrated little frown furrowing his brow. When he stops in front of a grey-and-white American Paint he finally smiles a little, stroking the stallion's neck. He catches your gaze, and you nod encouragingly. 

“Fine breed. Learns quickly. Just like you—but a lot more obedient,” you smile, eyes soft so he knows you're teasing. Javier turns his head to you slightly, the tension momentarily lifting from his shoulders. A little grin curls around his lips, crooking it in that way that lately never fails to make your heart skip a beat.

“Then I will take him.” 

He pays for the horse himself, looking proud that he's able to. He shushes and pats the horse gently, telling that its name is Boaz, now, and if he'll be a good horse for Javier he'll get some treats when they get home. 

Javier looks so genuinely happy with himself as he rides Boaz you can't bring yourself to mourn the loss of his arms around your waist. This is good; this is a good thing. He has clothes, money, a horse. Everything he needs to get on with his life and leave you behind as a brief but kind memory. 

The two of you ride slowly, letting Boaz adjust to his new owner and to you and Copper. You don't talk much on the way home, letting Javier fill the silence with excited chatter about Boaz. The barn will just be perfect for him, plenty of space, and Javier is sure Copper will be happy to have a friend, too, and maybe once Boaz gets used to Javier he can race you, you know, friendly competition, but if he wins then maybe you could make that apple pie again? 

“Claro,” you smile, feeling both wistful and endeared with Javier's boyish grin. The way his eyes light up at the promise of your cooking. “...I'm sorry ‘bout what happened earlier,” you add in a much more serious tone. “And I'm sorry if I should've left it to you. Ain't like I think you can't stand up for yourself.” 

Javier shakes his head. “It is not a new thing,” he tells you. “Thank you.” 

You wave your hand. “My pa always used to say people's people. Don’t matter what they look like—we all get hungry 'n thirsty 'n tired.” 

Javier hums, seemingly pulled into deeper thought by your words, and the rest of the way home you ride in silence. You're not sure what's on his mind save for that he seems vaguely troubled, his mind miles away. Must be about his past. 

You let him be when you get back, wanting him to have the space without someone prodding at him. He spends a lot of time with Boaz the rest of the day and you busy yourself with your own chores. But you eat together outside in the warm summer evening, as always, even if Javier's still caught in his pensive mood. You don't mind the silence anyhow. You look over the grass waving in the wind, the soft sounds of chickens drifting from their coop. Your eye rests on your garden with a mix of contentment and pride, and absentmindedly you let yourself be pulled into musings of what to plant next and where. Peas do well this time of year. 

You startle when Javier starts to speak. “I came to America because I killed a man in Mexico.” You turn to him as he talks. His eyes are set on the horizon, softening orange and reds announcing the end of another day. “Powerful man. If I stayed everyone I loved would die. I was afraid when I got here—I had nothing except fear. I was starving. Weak. ...Alone.” 

Javier looks at you, finally. His dark eyes are pained, grave. So that's what happened to him before you found him. You'd wondered, of course. The scar around his neck that he hides with his bandana. His wariness, his guarded gaze when he meets someone new.  

So he killed a man. You wonder if you should be frightened of him—beautiful Javier with his sometimes sad eyes, who calls your chickens ‘ladies’ and who hums while he brushes Copper for you; who burns his fingers and his tongue because he's too impatient to wait for your pies to cool, and who fusses over the wrinkles in his blouses. 

You can't bring yourself to be. 

“I thought I'd die crossing the desert. I thought I'd be killed here—instead I was simply starving because nobody cared.” He puts his plate beside him, the spoon clattering against the ceramic with a soft clink. Reaches for your hand, hesitant, slow. “You cared.” 

Without thinking about it you turn your palm upwards to take his hand, and his fingers hold onto you tighter when you do. Compassion and sympathy pinch your brow. “Then I'm glad I found you when I did.” 

“You saved my life,” Javier replies. His tone is so soft, and it squeezes your heart. Oh, the soft feelings pooling in your chest—you can't, you shouldn't. You attempt a smile, trying to force levity into your voice. 

“And you paid me back ten times over with all the work you done ‘round here.” You hesitate. Try to burn the feeling of the weight of his hand in yours into your memory. “...You're free to go where you like now.” 

The way he smiles at you then makes you wonder if he understood what you meant, but somehow you just can't bring yourself to ask. 

[aurorawritestoescape]

THE HOUNDS OF HELL

written with @milla-frenchy

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Steve Murphy

Summary: you meet two DEA agents in a bar. You drink too much and they offer to take you home.

Warnings: 18+ mndi. Dubcon (alcohol), dark!Javi, dark!Steve, unprotected piv, mfm, dvp, oral (f/m), ball sucking, manhandling, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, manipulation, cum eating, cum play, multiple orgasms. Steve can pick up reader. No age specified

Word count: 4,3k

A/n: @toxicanonymity this is for you🖤💖 It’s our way of thanking you for all the amazing fics you've been gifting us over the past year! We love you!🫶

The title is from the lyrics of Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes

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You were spending Friday night with your friend in your favorite bar. The air was filled with music and cigarette smoke. You were chatting and drinking when two men approached your table. They asked if they could join you two, the place being packed. You didn’t mind, and they introduced themselves. The man who sat next to you had dark hair and piercing eyes. His name was Javi.

The blonde one, Steve, joined your friend. He had beautiful blue eyes.

Both of them were handsome and seemed nice.

Javi said they were DEA agents and you felt even more at ease around them. Every second man in Bogota was somehow connected to drug dealing and it was nice to meet someone safe. In no time you were talking, laughing and enjoying their company.

At one point Steve offered to buy another round and you agreed. A few minutes later, your friend said that she didn’t feel good. You offered your help but she refused, not wanting to interrupt the fun. At first, you felt a bit uncomfortable, alone with the two men, but as the night progressed you shared more stories, drank more tequila and forgot your concerns. They were good company and pleasant. They showered you with attention, yet weren’t sleazy or inappropriate. Sometimes you would notice their eyes lingering on your lips and chest for a little too long but you felt flattered.

“Vamos a bailar (let’s dance),” Javi suggested and you jumped at the opportunity to move as your head started to feel heavy after all the drinks.

Steve stayed at the table nursing his beer.

“Gonna watch you two for now,” he said with a glint in his eye and gave you a lopsided smile before Javi led you to the dance floor.

***

Soon your hips were seductively swaying to the rhythm of the music as Javi’s gaze was gliding over your lips, down to your breasts and legs. You turned around to show off your ass as your hands slid up and down your body accentuating every curve for his eyes to devour. A second later you felt his hands on your hips, not grabbing you but gently resting there, keeping you close. So close that you could feel his massive bulge brushing against your lower back. The idea of that handsome man getting hard because of you made you gush and you leaned against his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around your middle, a big hand splayed over your belly. Now with your heated bodies flush with each other, it seemed like there was only you and him on the crowded dance floor.

You felt his mustache tickling your cheek, his hot wet breath caressing your neck, and you turned your face to him. Javi’s eyes were obsidian with lust and even the flashing lights over your heads couldn’t push through their darkness. He looked at your lips and in the next moment he leaned in and kissed you, slowly and gently, as if luring you in. The moment his tongue tasted yours, you moaned and felt your cheeks heat up at your involuntary display of desire. You pulled away and turned your face away from him, trying to calm down and taking deep breaths.

Javi turned you around, and everything swayed, thanks to the tequila shots.

“Qué pasa, hermosa? (what is it, sweetheart?). It’s just a kiss. Estás buenísima (you’re so hot),” he whispered against your temple.

You realized that two pairs of hands were touching you. Feeling another broad chest at your back, you opened your eyes and tried to turn around but they stopped you.

“No, baby, stay like this. Wanna dance with you too,” Steve said into your ear and began moving with the music.

His bulge was grinding against your ass making you soak your panties. You were caged between the two man and albeit being nervous you couldn’t deny the growing tingling between your legs. They were hot and you were having a great time. While the music carried you, their hands were roaming your body, not aggressively but in the way that made you want more. At one point Steve’s face happened to be inches from you and your lips met. The kiss was slow and intense and you got lost in it while they both were holding you between them.

Suddenly you felt dizzy and hot so you stopped dancing and said that you needed some fresh air.

Steve walked you out while Javi went to pay for the drinks. Your legs were weak and you felt like you could fall any second.

“I think I should go home,” you mumbled, bracing your hand on the wall outside the bar.

“You ok, baby?” Steve asked with worry in his voice holding you by the waist, “Let’s get you in the car. We ain’t leaving you alone.”

“Take me home, please,” you asked as Steve wrapped his arm around your torso. You two got in the back of the car and a few moments later Javi joined you taking the driver’s seat.

***

You felt shaky and foggy, but happy to finally sit down. Too much alcohol in too little time, and you were clearly unable to drive. You took a deep breath of relief. Two DEA agents as bodyguards in the streets of Bogota, it couldn’t be better.

When Javi started the engine, you asked him to wait a few minutes, afraid of being sick. Steve, sitting next to you, leaned between the front seats to put a cassette into the car stereo and the sound of a bass guitar filled the space of the car. He turned up the volume, and you rested your head on the seat, staring at the streetlights lighting up the night city. Javi was hitting the wheel with his thumb to the rhythm of the music.

You turned to look at Steve, who was moving his head enjoying the song. Sometimes he closed his eyes, that way feeling the music even more. And then he started to sing.

You couldn’t believe how well he sang, couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked at you and smiled as he was singing, and his blue eyes made you melt. He placed his arm on the headrest behind your head and leaned down to kiss you. Your panties had already been soaked under your short dress, since the three of you had danced at the bar. You felt yourself gushing more while you were kissing.

He smelled of mint, whiskey and cigarettes and was exuding self-confidence. Damn, he was so hot, with his brown leather jacket and jeans. When his lips slid down to your neck, you slipped your fingers into his blonde hair. His mustache was rubbing gently against your skin. You glanced over at Javi who was watching you two in the rearview mirror. He readjusted himself with a smirk on his face, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Steve pulled back, his face still staying inches from yours, and asked, “how do you feel?”

“I’m better now. We can go...”

“Great. What’s your address, baby?”

After you told them, Steve gave a nod to the other man and leaned towards you again. Javi started to drive. Steve’s hand rested on your thigh, and you tried not to start rolling your hips while you two were kissing.

"Wait, I feel dizzy...we should…uh…slow down”, you mumbled, trying to blink the spinning away.

“You’re ok, baby. You didn't have that much. Soon you’ll be home, asleep in your bed, ok?”

You nodded, although you weren't sure you drank as little as he said. His lips were on yours again, and his hand slid up your leg. When you moaned against his lips, he slipped his hand between your thighs.

“No wait, I don’t-”

“Ain’t gonna hurt you, beautiful…just wanna have a good time before we get to your place.”

He hissed through his teeth when his fingers reached your pussy. “Damn! You’re soaked, baby. It's a shame we can’t enjoy it. But we’re good guys, aren’t we Javi?”

“Yeah…we’ll keep it in our pants, Hermosa, don’t worry.”

You relaxed, and when Steve plunged his fingers into your pussy you didn’t stop him. You let yourself be lulled by the ride and by his fingers, your head laid back. You snaked your hands under his jacket, and felt his hot chest, his muscles under the shirt. Your eyes rolled back, and you whispered, “fuck…’m gonna…’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, you're squeezing my fingers so damn hard. C’mon, give it to me, baby, you’ll feel better, I promise.”

You noticed him glance at Javi and smile, but your mind was too foggy to react. When you came all over his fingers, you grabbed his wrist to keep them buried inside you until you stopped shaking.

“Fuck…I really think I drank way too much…Shouldn’t have done that.”

You looked out the window, feeling the car slow down, but you didn’t recognize the houses.

“Where are we?”

“Just grabbin’ some stuff at Javi’s…won’t be long. Come on, baby. Can’t stay in the car at night, it’s too dangerous.”

“Wait, no…You said you were bringing me home!”

“And we gonna. Won’t be long, I told ya. Unless you wanna walk home alone, from here? Your choice.”

You sighed, and followed them. You couldn't possibly walk alone, in the middle of the night, in that dress. You stumbled, and Javi grabbed your arm.

“Lemme help you,” he said, smiling.

***

He led you to his apartment, Steve walking in front of you two. Your legs were still trembling from your orgasm and the alcohol in your blood. When you entered Javi’s place, the men glanced at each other and you felt slightly uncomfortable.

“You’re gonna drive me home, right?”

“Sure, baby”, Steve replied.

You shivered from the cold, your jacket was in your car, and your tight dress covered little of your body. Javi poured three shots of tequila, which he and Steve drank in one go. Javi handed one to you.

“Come on, hermosa. It’ll warm you up.”

You knew it wasn't a good idea, but you didn't dare refuse. You drank it, trying not to think about your complaining stomach.

They took off their jackets, and Steve moved closer to you. “Come dance with me,” he said, holding out his hand to you. Javi put on some music, and you mechanically took Steve’s hand. The music was soft, and even though you still felt shaky, Steve held you and you couldn't deny the warmth in your lower stomach. His hands slid down your body, brushing against your back then your hips, his nose buried in your neck. He breathed into you and his soft growls fueled the fire within you. When he moved his body closer to yours, you felt his hard cock. Javi joined you, pressing himself against your back. He was hard too. You let them lead the pace, and their sensual caresses made you forget your discomfort.

“You know, beautiful, we’d like to have a good time with you. I think you want it too. Don’t ya?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not feeling well.”

“I’ll tell you what. We're gonna check if your pretty little pussy wants it. Ok?"

Without waiting for your response, Javi lifted your short dress.

“Look at me, baby”, Steve said, as Javi slipped his hand into your panties.

“Wow, hermosa…you're dripping. This pussy wants to get filled. She wants to take some cocks.”

Steve's eyes were fixed on Javi's, before looking into yours. His gaze was overflowing with carnal desire while Javi was gently running his finger over your clit.

“What do you think, baby? I know you liked it in the car. Want a little more?”

You couldn’t deny that Steve made you come quickly. If he was as good at fucking you as he was at fingering, you were going to have a great time. While you were trying to gather your thoughts, he smelled his fingers covered with your dried cum and licked them.

“Taste her, Javi. She tastes so good.”

Stunned, you felt Javi remove his fingers from your pussy, before licking them too.

“Yeah…wanna eat that cunt now. You’re ok with that, Hermosa?”

You saw yourself nodding, without really controlling your response.

“Come in the bedroom, bebita. Lemme taste you.”

***

You followed them, and Steve led you to the bed where you lay on your back. Javi took off his shirt. He was beautiful. Both of them were.

Javi crawled across the bed to you, pulling your dress up over your hips. He licked your pussy still covered by your panties and you couldn’t help but moan. Steve sat next to you, took off his shirt too, and unzipped his jeans. Javi alternated between running his fingers and pressing his tongue against the soaked fabric. He pulled your panties to the side, and planted a kiss on our clit, making you moan instantly.

“Fuck, hermosa…wanna eat you so bad.”

He traced your folds with his nose, then his tongue. Pointing it at your folds, he spread them as it went through, and you were no longer holding back your moans.

“Wanna let me fuck you a little, before I taste you? Yeah?”

You nodded. The fire in your core was devouring you from the inside and you weren't really in a state to say ‘no’ anymore. When Javi settled between your thighs after taking off his jeans, Steve was already lying naked against you. He let his fingers run over your breasts, your stomach, your hips. Both of them were gorgeous and hot.

Javi took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against your folds to soak it with your wetness. As he nestled his tip at your entrance, Steve placed his fingers on your chin, turned your face to his, and kissed you. When Javi thrust in, you whimpered into Steve's mouth and he smiled. You felt your folds spread around Javi’s thick cock, and it felt good, so good that you couldn't help but moan.

“Oh fuck, you’re tight. Damn…already wanna blow my load into this pussy.”

He thrust in a few more times, growling in your neck each time he bottomed out, before pulling out and sitting down on his heels.

“Want me to fuck you too, beautiful?” Steve asked.

You nodded, and he manhandled you on top of him, your back on his chest, your dress pulled up above your breasts.

“We’re gonna make you feel really good, baby. Trust me.”

Your knees were bent and your feet planted on the bed. He grabbed his cock and pushed it up into you slowly, while Javi's eyes couldn't tear themselves away from your pussy swallowing Steve's cock. “Fuck me, that’s hot”, he said, still looking at the place where your bodies made one.

You felt exposed, fully offered to them, as Steve thrust into you slowly, after Javi had already stretched you.

Your eyes were closed, your body following Steve’s movements, so you didn’t see Javi leaning towards your pussy. When you felt his lips on your clit you breathed out a soft “oh my god”.

Steve said, “I told you we’d make you feel good, baby.”

And damn he was right. Steve’s cock was plunging in and out of your pussy while Javi was sucking on your clit. Sometimes he lapped at your folds, and you knew his tongue met Steve’s cock, his soft skin. It turned you on even more.

They heard you moan loader every time Javi’s tongue moved up from your folds to your clit, as he played with your sensations, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud. Steve groaned, still fucking your pussy, “Damn, I’m gonna come hearing you whimper like that, baby…”

"Not yet", Javi growled, "We're not done with her.”

He slightly lifted his torso up and asked you, “you’re gonna be a good girl, and cum on Steve’s cock, hermosa?”

You nodded, feeling how close you were from the double sensations. Javi’s tongue dancing over your clit and Steve’s slow strokes in your pussy were making your orgasm build fast.

“Come on, baby”, he said. Be a good girl, and soak my fat cock.”

When the climax hit you, Steve didn't stop talking. Telling you that he was proud of you, that you were taking his cock so well, and that he couldn’t wait to fill you up.

You had just come for the second time that night, and you thought it would be the last. But when Javi pulled back and Steve lifted you up, you realized that you were wrong. Javi lay down on the bed, as Steve took off your dress and said “You’re gonna ride Javi now, beautiful. Make him feel good, ok?”

You straddled Javi, and without hesitation this time you grabbed his cock with your hand before impaling yourself on it.

“Look at you, Hermosa…taking my big cock like a champ.”

Their praise made your head spin, and when Steve stood up and presented his cock to you, you didn't hesitate. You gave it a few licks, before letting him sink into your mouth. You slowed down your movements so you could suck him properly, and his precum was running down your throat.

“Yeah, just like that, baby. You’re so damn good at this.”

You were giving all of yourself, wanting to please him. At the same time Javi’s hands were roaming your body as you were riding him.

“Wanna suck my balls now, baby? Yeah, just like that, fuck…”

Steve held his cock against his lower stomach and jacked off while you licked his sack. You took one in your mouth, then the other, looking into his eyes. His gaze was down at you, as his firm hand kept jerking his cock, until he pushed it down your throat again, holding his balls in his large, firm hand.

“Fuck, Steve, we found a good slut. Ready to take our cocks in her little holes.”

Steve hummed, alternating between slow and deep thrusts in your mouth, and then fucked your throat until you were choking on his cock.

He pulled out and said before getting off the bed, “Fuck her rough now, make her scream on your thick cock. Gotta prepare her for what we’re gonna do next.”

You shivered when you heard him, wondering what he was talking about, but Javi didn’t give you time to think. He gripped your hips, fucking up into your pussy hard and fast.

“Yeah…take it like a good whore. Fuckin’ take it.”

Steve was sitting in a chair by the bed smoking a cigarette and watching you getting pounded. He turned on an oscillating fan standing on the dresser as it got too hot. The air was humid and smelled of sex.

Javi grabbed your neck with both hands, slowing down the pace and instead fucking you deeply, and groaned, “I want you to come on it.”

You didn't have the presence of mind to say that you couldn't come again. Your clit was rubbing against Javi’s lower stomach and, being impaled on his cock, you let your body take over and you came again, hearing Javi growl, “fuck…this pussy’s squeezing me so hard.”

Steve was calmly watching you unravel on Javi’s cock, a cigarette in his mouth and his hard dick in the hand. His thick long member was still glistening with your saliva as he was slowly stroking himself.

When you braced your hands on the bed feeling and looking spent after the drinks and the fucking, Javi sat up and let you rest on his chest. You were catching your breath on his lap, nuzzling his neck, when Steve got up from the chair and came up to the bed. He handed the almost finished cigarette to Javi who took a few drags, holding you against him.

Then the men looked at each other, communicating without saying a word, and Steve slid his hands under your arms lifting you and helping you off the bed. The men were manhandling you as if you were a fuck doll for them to use. You felt degraded but couldn’t help but love it.

You stumbled on your trembling legs and Steve immediately grabbed you by the back of your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he searched for your lips with his.

Everything was buzzing around you and you felt like you could fall off him every second. So you embraced his neck tightly with your arms and let him devour your mouth. You couldn’t help but rock your hips and grind your pulsating clit against his soft tummy.

While kissing Steve, you heard Javi get off the bed and stand behind you. His hands grasped your thighs and he whispered into your ear, “ready to take our fat cocks, hermosa?”

When you parted from Steve and looked at him with worry, the man gave you a carnal smile, tilting his head.

“We got you so wet, baby, they’ll slide in with no problem. And we’ll be slow, we promise. Right, Javi?” he said with a smirk glancing at his friend over your shoulder.

“Claro (sure),” Javi chuckled, as Steve’s cock nudged your wet hole.

You moaned when he pushed his tip into you, your thighs spread wide around his middle letting him do it easily.

“Stick it deep inside her. She deserves it,” Javi murmured, his lips brushing against your neck.

You felt Steve’s cock slide into you deeper inch by inch until he bottomed out with a soft ‘yeah’, his fingers digging into your thighs. Steve made a few slow thrusts bouncing you on his cock and you whimpered into his shoulder.

“Stuff her pussy with me, Javi.”

He grasped the back of your neck with one hand and pushed you closer to him, your naked breasts pressed to his chest. Javi was helping to hold you up as Steve’s length was buried deep inside your cunt.

“Got a place for me, hermosa?” Javi murmured and his hand guided his cock to your entrance, already stretched around Steve’s thick member.

You felt him push the tip in and you gasped.

“C’mon, bebita, let me in,” he whispered as his hand slithered between your bodies and he began rubbing your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled back and Javi finally slid the head in. You felt stretched to the limit as the second cock was spreading your walls wider but the dull ache soon was replaced by pleasure when they started rhythmically rolling their hips. Your moans and their grunts filled the bedroom as their cocks were moving in and out of your crying cunt. Steve’s half lidded eyes were locked with yours.

“Fuck… love your pussy, baby.. ‘s tight.”

“She’s dripping down my balls, Steve. Nuestra putita (our little slut),” Javi said through panting, increasing the pace at which his length was ruining you. Pleasure was spreading through every cell in your body and you were trembling in their arms.

Your cries were getting louder and the men were growling with animalistic vigour, caging you between their sweaty bodies.

“Come again for us, baby, come on our cocks,” Steve encouraged you as his hand grabbed your breast and he twitched your nipple.

“We’re gonna fill you so full, hermosa, you’ll taste our cum on your tongue,” Javi whispered, leaving kisses on your cheek and jaw, still rubbing your clit with his fingers.

Steve chuckled at Javi’s words and they both started moving you up and down their cocks. The gentleness was gone, only feral desire was leading their actions. You felt their members slide against each other inside your dripping pussy, hitting your cervix and massaging your soft spot.

Your climax hit you so hard and you were shaking in their embrace and tears welled up in your hazy eyes. Every part of your body was flooded with ecstasy and your brain shut off while they kept fucking you through your shattering orgasm.

Soon they both followed you. First Steve moaned, closed his eyes and thrust deep and slow into you, shooting the spurts of his warm cum as deep as he could.

“Gonna fill her too,” Javi growled and bit your shoulder before he began squirting his seed making your pussy even fuller. Steve seemed completely lost in the pleasure. They both kept fucking you through their highs and the lewd sounds of squelching mixed with the moans.

When they stilled inside you, you slumped down in their arms completely spent, exhausted, fucked out like never before and they both placed you down on the bed. You all were breathing heavily, bodies sweaty and satiated.

Javi went to get a cigarette and Steve sat down on the bed next to you. He was looking down at you smiling while his hand glided down from your stomach to your puffy folds. You whimpered when his thumb brushed your clit and you tried to close your legs.

“Shh, I won’t, I won’t. Just wanna see you ruining the sheets, baby. Spread ‘em.”

Still catching your breath you opened your legs. You felt a trickle of their cum spill out generously out of your stretched hole and slide down to your asshole. Steve cursed.

“Javi, come look at our messy girl,” he said, his eyes glued to your overflowing pussy. His fingers kept sliding between your folds gathering the pearly liquid and pushing it back inside you.

Javi came up to the bed, his semi hard cock swaying with each movement, and stood there smoking and watching Steve play with your cunt. You felt your core tighten again but couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. The room was spinning when you finally let yourself rest and fell into deep sleep.

***

You woke up the next day in your bed, your pussy sore and your head pounding. Your roommate said that a blonde man had brought you home asleep in his arms early in the morning. You tried to puzzle together the details of the night but all you could remember was the best fucking of your life.

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PART 2

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how about… teasing Javi so bad to the point until he fucks you on the way back home. bro could NOT wait.

Tease - Javier ‘Javi’ x F! reader

prompt: you’re relentlessly teasing Javi on the way back from a chase, and he gets impatient

TW: sex, penetration, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), hair pulling, mouth fucking, swearing, filthy language, outdoor sex (but still secluded), car sex, oral sex (both receiving), gagging, riding.

Both of your excitement dissipated along with the storm you and your boyfriend were just chasing - the sudden, anticlimactic disappearance caused Javi to get slightly more annoyed than you, evident in his tone as he radioed back to Tin Man and Wizard that the storm was gone, handing the radio to you as you said the storm didn’t have enough warm moist air to keep it alive. So, you both turned around and headed home.

You shot Javi a sideways glance, watching his eyes glued to the road, his jaw clenched, gripping the wheel tight - his biceps flexed and forearms tense. Looking him up and down, a slight smirk adorned your lips. Pushing your hair to the other shoulder, leaving the one closest to him bare, the only thing keeping it from so the strap of your tank top, which started to fall off and down to your arm. When he saw you weren’t looking, Javi’s eyes flickered to your shoulder for a millisecond before going back to the road. From the corner of your eyes you saw the quick movement, smirking as you stared off at the dirt road ahead.

This was fun.

Deciding to get his attention a little more, you stretched your arms above your head, clasping them and let out a soft sigh, your shirt riding up a little and exposing your side, before your hands went back down. One of them rested on Javi’s thigh innocently, as you looked back at the road, inching your hand further up his thigh, feeling him let out a sharp exhale through his nose as you did so.

Happy but not yet satisfied, you thought of what else you could do, before getting an idea. It was risky, definitely crossed a line, but you were dying to see how Javi would react to it. Your hand left his thigh and fiddled with the AC, before whining. It was always busted, but it was all part of your plan.

“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” you sighed, pulling off your tank top above your head and discarding it in the backseat. Javi skidded off the road faster than you expected, stepping on the gas, driving to a little secluded clearing from the road.

“I know what you’re doing, (Y/N)” Javi said sternly, almost a growl. Pulling your arm, silently commanding you to sit in his lap. As you did, you felt his erection push against your pelvis. He grabbed your hips tight enough to leave bruises, and guided you to straddle one of his thighs, pressing you down onto the flexed muscle, causing you to moan.

In this whole affair, you didn’t realize how aroused and needy you got. Feeling his hips guide you, helping you fuck yourself on his thigh, you were a moaning mess.

“This is how needy you are, huh?” Javi said, watching you desperately try and get some friction, but not letting you get what you want. Not when you were teasing him like his. His hand went up to your ribcage, causing you to shiver, before he needed his release too.

He unlocked the car door, moving you off of him, causing you to whine. He leaned against the car door after he got out, you following him. He ran a hand over his flushed face, causing you to smirk, biting your lower lip. Oh, you weren’t done.

You kneeled on your knees in front of him, causing Javi’s eyes to widen either from arousal, surprise, horror or maybe all three. You took your hair tie off your wrist at an agonizingly slow speed, holding it between your teeth while you gathered your hair into a high ponytail, all while holding eye contact with him. From where you were looking at him, you could’ve sworn his pupils dilated, growing darker with lust. You tied your hair back, rolling your wrists in the familiar motion and once you were done, your hands reached for the button of his pants. Within a few seconds, you helped Javi take his pants off, his own hands going to cup your cheek. Looking up at him, a silent question for consent. You didn’t move until he nodded, palming him through his boxers, causing him to muffle a moan and buck his hips.

He pulled down the waistband of his boxers, causing his erection to spring free, a few drops of precum glistening on the tip. Pressing soft kisses on his tip, you stroked his shaft, causing him to groan, holding your jaw. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, almost innocently, and saw him look back down at you. His hand went to your hair, holding your ponytail to both restrict himself and guide you.

You licked a long stripe on the underside of his cock, watching it twitch slightly. Smirking, you licked it over and over again, kissing it up and down, causing Javi to moan in frustration. You were being such a tease right now.

Soon, all of a sudden, you shoved his whole length in your mouth, gagging as it hit the back of your mouth. You moved your mouth up and down on his dick, feeling the veins on your tongue. He tried not to buck his hips into your mouth, causing you to moan with your mouth full of his dick, hearing Javi moan alongside with you.

He gripped your hair, guiding your head up and down on his length, causing you to moan and whine in pleasure, your own pussy clenching around nothing, growing wetter by the second. His thighs were flexed, showing the restraint of him trying not to just fuck your mouth.

All that restraint soon went to waste when you nodded, silently telling him that’s what you wanted too. He gripped your head, bucking his hips into your mouth, rocking you back and forth as you were down on your knees. Soon enough, his rhythm went inconsistent and his breathing erratic, and he came with a moan, filling your mouth with cum.

After retracting from his dick, coughing slightly, you managed to swallow it, looking up at him again. His hand went to your lower lip, swiping just a bit more cum on your lips. Before he could pull his hand away, you pulled it towards your mouth, licking the cum off his thumb. Before you knew it, he shoved two fingers inside your mouth, causing you to close your eyes and moan, sucking on them.

He pulled you up, pushing you against the car door, your bra-clad breasts pressed against the window, his hands toyed with the waistband of your shorts, causing you to groan.

“Jus’ fuck me already” you whined, growing impatient and wet.

“So bratty” He whispered roughly in your ear, chuckling, biting on your neck. He pushed your shorts down, feeling your underwear, testing the waters.

“Damn mami.. so wet, all for me?” he teased - two can play a game.

“Javi!” You whined in frustration, your walls already clenching. He chuckled, shaking his head, and thrusted into you all at once, causing you to throw your head forward against the car door and moan.

You could hear his skin slapping the back of your thighs as he moved at a sloppy rhythm, both of your moans fueling the lewd atmosphere. He held your waist, bringing you back slightly as he thrusted forward into your wet, desperate pussy. Your moans grew higher in pitch, your moans falling from sinful lips.

One of his hands went from your hips to your back, unhooking the clasp on your bra, discarding it somewhere behind him as he palmed one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You were so, so close. Just a few more thrusts and you’d cum.

Your walls clenched around his dick, and you swear you felt it twitch inside your cunt. The thought alone was enough to end you off. Your body shuddered, you felt the coil tighten in your lower stomach until it finally snapped, giving you relief.

With a loud, high-pitched moan of his name, you felt every muscle in your body clench before it let go. Not long after, he stuffed your swollen pussy with his warm cum with a loud cry of his own.

Panting hard, you opened the car door, before Javi slammed it shut with his hand, pulling out before turning you around.

“We���re not done here” he said, catching his own breath. He pinned you against the car door once again, gripping your hips and kissing your neck fervently, leaving deep, dark hickeys. Every now and then he’d bite your skin, before pulling away, smirking at his work. His tongue flicked over the marks he left, relishing in the way you shivered against his wet kisses.

Pulling away, staring into your eyes intensely, his fingers inched their way to your cunt, teasing your entrance, causing it to clench around his fingertips just barely. He watched your expression, holding your desperate gaze he smirked, teasing your entrance, rubbing circles around the muscle, causing it to flex.

“You gonna tease me like this again?” he asked, never once breaking eye contact as he continued to give you a small taste of what you wanted. You shook your head, unable to form words from the way he was staring at you, playing with your cunt.

“You wanna get fucked by my hand?” he asked again, causing you to nod and whine in desperation and frustration. He smirked.

“Since you asked so nicely..” he chuckled, plunging two fingers inside your wet cunt, causing you to let out a loud moan. He gripped one of your thighs, wrapping it around his waist so he could fuck you better, the new angle providing better access. You both felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your cunt working overtime. You felt tension in your abdomen, causing you to moan, leaning against the car door. At his cue, Javi separated his two fingers, scissoring you with ease, which almost made you cum. Just as you were about to reach your climax, just as you were about to cum all over his fingers, he pulled them out, put them in his mouth, and sucked your slick off his fingers.

“What was that for?” you whined, punching his chest playfully. You could’ve had an amazing orgasm, but he just left you hanging?

Javi chuckled shaking his head. “So damn needy…” he said, picking you up and walking over and setting you on the hood of the truck, pressing a few kisses to your chest. You leaned back on your forearms before you saw him kneel down, hooking your legs over his shoulders, smiling up at you. He pressed more kisses to your inner thighs, leaving occasional hickeys in his wake, as he inched towards your wet, needy pussy. You whined impatiently, clenching your thighs around his head, and you felt him smile against your sensitive skin.

As he reached your heat, he licked a wet, firm stripe along your wet pussy, quenching his thirst. With slow, firm, assured strokes, his tongue moved with confidence against your skin, causing you to moan his name over and over again, chanting it like a sinful mantra.

His lips moved in a pleasurable rhythm, his tongue moving to delve into your core, causing you to arch your back and clench your thighs around his head tightly, your body telling him he was doing everything right. However, his strong hands pushed your thighs apart, gripping the plush flesh so tight it’ll be sore in a while.

“Open up, baby” He commanded “none of this tonight” he said, going back to mercilessly fucking your pussy with his tongue. He moved up to flick his tongue on your clit, earning another loud moan from you. He attached his lips like a leech to your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking on it, using his fingers to pump in and out of you, your slick running down his wrist. You grew hypersensitive to his touch, squirming under his grip, desperate to be relieved of the sweet, sweet torture you couldn’t get enough of.

At this point, you couldn’t even form words. The only sounds were both of your incoherent moans and pants, the occasional cricket chirping or the crow calling. Your mind and body was too fucked to think of anything but how good Javi was making you feel, being fucked senseless.

You felt a coil snap in your lower abdomen, cumming all over his face with a loud, incoherent moan. Your face was beet red, your hair was sticking to your forehead and your naked body glistening with sweat, both from the southwestern humidity and a lot of really good sex.

Javi licked your pussy, still not done with you, licking your slick off of his wrist and fingers. You were way too screwed to walk, so Javi carried you to the backseat.

“One last round, baby?” he asked with a grin, and you nodded, still catching your breath. He chuckled, setting you down in the backseat of The Lion. You straddled his lap, lowering your swollen, wet pussy onto his still hard dick. You both threw your heads back and moaned, your walls clenching around the familiar firmness. His cock twitched, and he guided your hips on his dick, making you ride him.

“Just like that” he whispered, trying his hardest not to buck his hips upwards. His hand went down to rub your clit, causing a high pitched moan to escape your lips. Regaining your ability to speak, you started talking.

“Javi please” you begged “please please please”

he chuckled, shaking his head, “Please what, princess? Use your words”.

Your mind was still fried, and half of your vocabulary was forgotten You whined in frustration, unable to describe what you wanted.

“You’re taking me so good..” Javi groaned as he felt your walls clench around his dick. He felt his dick twitch inside you, your warm pussy providing him the perfect environment to cum. His grip on your hips tightened even more, grinding you down on him harder, causing his dick to hit your cervix, earning a yelp out of you.

Moving back and forth, over and over in the hot truck, you felt your orgasm creeping back on you. Your whines and moans grew more desperate, Javi’s breathing erratic, his rhythm inconsistent. You didn’t realize you were cumming until you saw stars, growing exponentially louder as Javi stuffed your pussy with his warm, sticky cum.

Exhausted, you fell down against his chest, breathing heavily, feeling dizzy. He laughed breathlessly, rubbing your back as he go down from his high. Gently pushing you off of him, he got up and out of the car and chucked your clothes into the backseat. You laughed and changed, shaking your head as you crawled into the front seat, slipping on your forgotten tank top. Javi hopped into the driver’s seat, slipping on his shirt and turning on the car’s ignition. Driving out of the clearing, both of you satisfied an in need for a nap, he drove back the dirt road. You sighed comfortable, if anything, a little too comfortable when you realized and groaned in frustration.

“Fuck, Javi, we forgot my bra back there!”

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[maskedteaser]

I feel you about rdr2, I feel like I'm walking through a desert with no water😭

But if you don't mind me requesting something...

Maybe Sean or Kieran (or whoever you want, I'm fine with anybody) with a crush on s/o who's just an absolute ray of sunshine and they're too nervous to ask s/o out because of this

hii! i'm so glad to be able to do my first request ever! hope you like it! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes - english is not my first language! requests are open. Sorry it took so long to write - it is like...my second time writing an actual thing with plot in english! [not proofread i'm sorry i cringed too hard when i tried to read it] CW: none? i think? mentions of alcohol if you squint in javier's part the spanish petnames he uses are feminine(?) but i think there is no other use of any gender comfirming things so i guess it's gender neutral reader fic? ALSO THEY ARE PROBABLY OOC IM SO SORRY :((( 05.06.2024. signed TEASER 📺 [ BANNERS ARE MADE BY ME! ]

SEAN MACGUIRE

You were ethereal in his eyes. Always shining, blooming, filling every space you were in with joy and feeling of safety. Soft hair sparkling in the sun, pupils always wandering around, looking for a sad soul to cheer up. Hands in the air, moving around uncontrollably when you tried to tell a story, gesturing the things that you were imagining. Truly mesmerising, he felt like he just had to have you, but his every attempt at flirting with you was just taken as a joke, rewarded by a small smile from you, a little giggle, and it broke his heart, making it rush at the same time.

But Sean MacGuire was an impatient man. Impatient and so obvious with his emotions. Expressive, always made it known when he felt good or bad, when he was falling apart (which was a really rare sigh anyways) or his heart was full of passion. But you made it easy to feel euphoric and then send him to the lowest mental state he could ever be. He couldn't wait to tell you how he wanted you to be his and only his, but for some reason - you were always busy, someone always wanted to talk with you, stealing your attencion. And when you were free, he was too stunned to speak. That never happened in his entire life! His never ending monologue, his mouth that was always talking, everything stopped. Sean MacGuire smiled, excused himself for bothering you and left, leaving you confused but a smile didn't leave your soft lips. He was sitting alone, planning a new way to confess to you. Never in his life would he admit that he was, simply but truly, scared. Of rejection? Maybe. Or of the fact that you might take it as a joke. That would be even worse in his eyes. Sean suddenly remembered the fact that Arthur one day came up to him and asked about his relationship with you, he said that it was so horrendously obvious that he likes you, that he's sweet on you, but he also told him that he might be too simple for you. Too straightforward but at the same time - not cultured enough. Bascially telling him that he might be too dumb for you, straight into his poor face, into his lost puppy eyes. The truth was that, in fact, Sean was just lost without you. With you around, he felt like a better version of himself. That's why he wanted you so badly. He asked Lenny to teach him to read, so he could become a well-read person for you. But Sean MacGuire was an impatient man. Abandoning his mission after only few pages. His impulsitivity took over, he decided that if he's not the one for you, it's better to know as soon as it's possible. In case he had to move on, in case you decide to break his young, so obsessed with you heart. Stealing Dutch's cologne, Lenny's good shirt and wearing his only pants that were clean and somehow not holey - he got ready for you. He even washed his hair in the river, using actual soap that one of the girls from the camp once gave him. What a sweetheart. His plans were suprisingly really detailed. Sean wanted to pick some flowers for you and ask you to go to the town with him, he wanted to mount his horse, see you mount yours and go. But his dreams and distant goals got interrupted by hearing your voice coming near his tent. — Sean! Javier was just asking if you... — you didn't finish your sentence. Halfway in his tent, you laid your eyes on him, clearly preparing for some event. A date? Maybe? How could you know? — Oh! Sean, you look really good! What happened? — you looked up, his soft hair, freshly washed, much more shinier, looking healthy for once. — you washed your hair, so it must be something big. — you added, smiling. It was semi-dark in his tent, light being casted only by a little lamp with a candle inside of it. So you couldn't see how his cheeks got redder when he heard your compliment. — well, I actually...You know... — he started, nervously, but who wouldn't be nervous in that kind of a situation? Being caught preparing for a date, that wasn't even accepted by the other side in the first place. — It is something big. — Sean's voice still had his iconic cheerfulness, but you could hear the little shakes in it as well. But you didn't interrupt, you listened. He took a deep breath and said quickly, his accent almost making it incomprehensible — I was wondering if you'd like to go to the town with me and maybe you know have a drink or two? Like a party, just the two of us, you know? Ay, yeah! Actually I also wanted to say that I really like you! Maybe love...Yeah, that might be a better word for that. I love ya. So? Would you like to go with me? — he looked up at you, his heart beating so fast, he could almost hear it. It's now up to you. Do you agree or not?

JAVIER ESCUELLA

Absolutely smitten with you. Sitting by the fireside on a warm night, you were situated at the opposite side of the fire, watching people that were finishing their chores around the camp. Your delicate presence, hair moved by wind, shining eyes. His mind was in a different place. Holding his guitar, trying to play and sing, but you were distracting. It was almost impossible to get him to the state that he forgot how to play, but with you around, he literally seemed like he just bought this intrument, constantly making little mistakes. Blood rushing to his cheeks every time he got out of rhythm or the sound his guitar made was closer to a scratch than to any melody. But you seemed to not mind, accepting him the way he was, quietly giggling, but not laughing at him, you were just so full of happiness, your gaze only encouraged him to keep playing and he loved it. Loved you. Badly.

But he felt like loving you was never enough, since you seemed to never actually acknowledge his feelings, the deep desire that made his dreams full of you. Everything reminded him of you. You joined the gang a few months ago, how could you fuck him up so badly in such a short period of time? Wrapped around your finger, willing to give you the entire world if you asked him to. He just knew that you'd never ask him to, you were just too...good. You never asked for help yourself, but always wanted to help others. Putting everyone above yourself, taking care of everyone, even Micah, who said so much bad things about you, spitting poison at you every time you walked by, but when he felt ill, you still was a first person to give him health cure.

Javier could only watch from afar. Fascinated, hypnotised by your moves, your energy, how your voice could put everyone in a good mood. When you were telling stories, you'd tell them with so much passion, but when someone else needed to be listened - you were all ears, asking questions, made everyone feel welcomed and safe. He sometimes really thought that you are not real, that you are an angel sent to the camp in those hard times.

Lost in his thoughts again, he missed a string while playing and his guitar made another weird sound. Immediately grounded by that, he looked in the direction you were sitting, only to realise - you were not there anymore. He started looking for you, and he saw that you were sitting next to him. How could he not notice? God, were his reflexes that poor? If it was a life threatening situation, he'd probably be dead by now.

— I noticed that you are a bit lonely here, Javier, — the way his name slipped of your lips so softly, how he'd kill to hear his name coming from that sweet mouth again and again, until he lost his senses. — Mind if I keep you company? You seem stressed, is something bothering you? — when he heard your voice, and your body getting a bit closer to him, his muscles tensed. He put his guitar away, gently, laying it on a ground, leaned it against the barrel that was near.

— what can I say, hermosa. — he sometimes called you Spanish pet names, because he was sure you didn't understand them (if you could, well, he was not aware...) — There is that one girl that completely took over my mind and I can't focus on anything else because of her. She's not even mine, but I'm jealous of everyone that makes her laugh. It's probably wrong, but it's the truth. She's like a milagro walking on this sad country, healing everyone with her presence, so I'm almost certain I don't deserve her, but oh...I can always dream, can't I? — he could swear you put a spell on him. He never meant to open up about his feelings, especially not around you, especially talking about you.

What a fool he was. He couldn't even manage to raise his eyes up to meet your gaze, so he was not able to see the sadness flicker in your face, soft sigh escaping your lips, which was a sign of your heart getting a bit broken, he taken it as a sign of stress and fatigue.

— do you want me to help you with asking her out? I'm a woman myself so I know what most of us like to do... — you said, and oh, he knew that it would happen. Your first thought when someone has a problem is to help them out, any way you can, no matter your own feelings and struggles.

— tell me...how your perfect date would look like? I think she's really similar to you, she might enjoy the same things. — he said, still nervous, his eyes locked on the ground.

So you started to talk about your perfect date. How you'd spend it, and his head was full of ideas by now. He knew exactly where to take you, what to do, so when you finished your monologue, he offered, finally looking up, making eye contact:

— are you free tonight, angelita? Your wish is my command. — his cheeks a bit red, the orange light from nearby fire slightly shining on his skin.

Not it was up to you if you'd like to go with him. What do you say?

KIERAN DUFFY

Oh, that poor boy. His heart couldn't take it. The only person that showed him any kind of affection in this camp, the only one that cared, listened to him, believed him. When he was still tied to the tree, he used to spend all day looking at you with fascination, trying to understand who you were to other gang members, his gaze was subtle, always looking away just in time before anyone would notice. But he was sure you would never look at him the way he looks at you, and his heart ached every time he reminded himself of the fact that he was just a stranger in this camp, he was considered a spy, traitor, enemy. Yet you still treated him with such kindness and care, always asking if he needs anything, if you can do something to ease his pain and stress.

Sometimes you sat near him and talked with him, not caring about what others might think, saying that as long as there is no proof of him doing anything wrong, you will not act like he is a criminal. And he was honestly so thankful for that. He was not sure what he deserved to have you as some sort of ally, but since you were the only one he trusted (even if it was only a little bit) he started to actually feel something deeper than friendship towards you.

He didn't want to admit that it was love. But if not love, then what was it? Unreasonable high blood pressure when he saw you, his eyes sparkly, heart beating faster, his body always felt so full of life, shattering when he saw that someone disrespected you or treated you badly. He couldn't do anything, so he just watched when Micah, because he was literally the only one that ever mistreated you, decided to yell at you. He could only sigh, waiting for you to come to him and moan about how you hate this blonde, egocentric guy.

His most common way of showing his affection to you was by taking care of your horse while listening to you, always remembering everything you said, whether it was a mention of your favourite food, people that you like, your dream future or what beautiful clothes you saw at the shop when you travelled to town the other day. Your complaints that you couldn't afford them though... How Kieran wished he could be rich, so he could buy you those clothes, so he could see you happy. But he knew he could never be able to do that.

He dreamed of asking you out. You were on his mind all day and night, but, god, how was he supposed to do that? He couldn't leave the camp, and if he could, it was supposed to be a fishing trip or something, no going to town, no having too much fun, no buying things (he had no money anyways).

So the day you came to him and said that Micah once again told you that you are an useless addition to the camp, instead of passive listening and nodding his head, he actually asked: — how about we go fishing? I will teach you how to do that so next time he says something like that, you can prove him wrong by bringing bunch of fishes to the camp! — his voice started to shake at the end of his sentence, when he understood that he is basically asking you out on an almost date. He looked at you with hope in his eyes.

— fishing? I don't know if Micah would consider fishing as an useful skill...I don't think if anything that is done by a woman is useful in his eyes. I actually believe he might be jealous of Dutch, he wants him all to himself... — you said, giggling a bit. And Kieran had to agree with you. The way Micah was always complimenting Dutch was actually a bit concerning, but as long as he could stay in this camp, he didn't want to ask. He guessed that "that's how the things are in this gang".

— well, you're probably right. He will treat everyone badly regardless of their hard work. But hey, fishing is a nice thing to do anyways, right? I promise you, it's really relaxing! — Kieran was nervous, of course, but you could also see an honest, bright smile on his face, he showed signs of happiness, and that was something really nice to see.

So? Do you agree to go with him? It's your choice. 

pls give me any feedback, even as anons <3 much love, teaser

[mochamadeleines]

Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. 

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!” 

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend? 

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss. 

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out.  He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-” 

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid. 

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady. 

“Careful.” 

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.” 

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy. 

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church. 

 Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him. 

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying. 

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him. 

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?” 

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it. 

Clink! 

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?” 

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial. 

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.” 

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.” 

Javi thinks for a moment, curious. 

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.” 

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.” 

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there. 

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again. 

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,” 

“Hiii.” 

“Can I take you home?” 

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is. 

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door. 

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?” 

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least. 

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.” 

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter. 

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command. 

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit. 

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand. 

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there. 

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot. 

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette. 

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your  clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly. 

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy. 

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you. 

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

��Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you. 

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool. 

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege. 

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni / kissing / making out / established relationship / grinding/ mention of cum / mention of spit and drool

javier quickly learns something about you that he finds quite cute for all intents and purposes.

you enjoy kissing.

small ones he presses to your cheek when you come up to him at camp. the ones that linger when you press them to his brow as he lays next to you to sleep. the ones where you laugh in between them by the edges of camp when he has to set his guitar to the side - he had intended to sing for you but finds more music in your flustered giggles than his playing. he knows those are your favorite, when you look at him with big love stricken eyes and smile so tenderly at him.

javier finds that his favorite are these - when he has you away from camp and all to himself. he had found a good fishing spot with plenty vegetation. javier lets himself relax as he reels in fish while you go off foraging for herbs and other plants. he likes seeing you like that, in your element, as you dutifully pluck at plants and write them in your journal. whether you use them for your benefit or for some poor bastards detriment javier is happy to see you happy at least.

he stays by the water until his bag is full and the fish slowly finish their dinner to disperse under the now black water. you are little aways, skirt hiked to your knee to avoid getting anything stuck on it with your journal in hand and pen in your mouth as you keep surveying the small patch of land for anything you might have missed. javier swears you’re eyes are sharper than his, being able to see so clearly in the dim light despite the light of the moon. packing his rod is muscle memory, letting his hands do the labor as he watches you - taking in how the moonlight shines on the highlights of your hair while you pick something else. you write it in your journal with a pleased smile and add what you found to your own bag that is embroidered with orange poppy flowers.

you lift your gaze to where he is and smile warmly at him. you must have honey for eyes the way his teeth hurt from how sweetly you look at him and you make your way over to him. you remind him of your horse, a muscular buckskin kiger stallion that is the most sure-footed horse he’s ever seen the way you jump over the rocks with your heeled boots. you breath a soft hello as you are before him, flustered and doe eyed as he lets his hands find your waist to bring you close.

“what did you find, mi amor?” he asks warmly letting his lips kiss your cheek as your arms go around his shoulders. you hum pleased and murmur into his ear that you found sprouts of swap potatoes and other miscellaneous herbs that are common place but you had run out of over the months. you press a kiss of your own at the corner of his lips and ask about the fish. javier grins big and tilts his head to the filled bag that rests where he stood. you gap and lean your head into his shoulder and laugh.

“i think you might be a better fisherman than mr. matthews.”

“don’t let that old timer hear say that, it’ll sting his pride more than he’d say.” javier laughs and it makes you laugh too, the evening air cool and pleasant between the two of you. your fingertips play with the ends of his tied hair as you hum softly, relaxed with the gentle breeze and the sound of water running.

“so what now - are we heading back?” you say, voice soft just for the two of you. javier smiles and his eyes crinkles like a fox’s when he presses his lips to your ear.

“we could…or…we could have some time together.” he whispers into your ear flirtatiously, the hands that were at your waist go down to cup at the curve of your ass. each take their fill and squeeze enough to make you gasp as he chuckles at how you fluster even now.

“h-here?”

“only if you’d like.” he responds smoothly grinning when you shyly duck your head only to nod at his suggestion. it makes him laugh, the way you duck so demurely against him despite knowing how you have him, when he tells you it always makes you embarrassed. javier nudges your cheek with his nose - "come here, look at me." as sweetly as always you obey and tilt your head up to him. javier is a good kisser - much better than you are so its easy for his tongue to make it's way into your mouth.

his tongue brushes against yours and you moan softly, gripping the back of his vest as he presses closer to you enough so he can feel the way your heart pounds in your chest. it makes him smile into the kiss even has he let's himself get lost in the sucking of your tongue and sound of your quiet moans. you part with him snickering at your flushed state and soft pants - it's sweet how you look at him with pretty eyes and he can't help himself to reach out and pinch your tongue. javier snickers at how you gasp but you let him, relaxing and looking at him with pretty glassy eyes.

"you really let me do anything to you, huh?" you nod, letting out a breathy little noise of agreement and he let's go of you. you'd always let javier does has he pleases, he's the only man in the world that has earned the right to do so. it's why you let him lead you to a thicker tree, and why you follow him to sit on his lap facing him with his back to the trunk. you are spread out on his lap, skirt hiked up enough that javier can see the ends of the garters that keep up the white of your stockings. tan hands settle on the exposed tops of your thighs and carefully sneak up to sink into your plush flesh.

his thumb resting on the birthmark on your right thigh, one that vaguely looks like a heart that he finds so endearing as he spreads you out over his pelvis. you are still clutching his lapels bumping your nose against his as you press kiss after kiss against his lips while his hands come to grip your hips. you kisses grow sloppy when you begin to lick at his lips desperately wanting to have his tongue in your mouth as you begin rock your hips against his lap.

javier pants softly, groaning against your mouth when the warmth of your cunt is felt as you rock against him - feeling how the delicate soft cotton of your delicates grows wet against the forming bulge of his cock. your breaths intermingle as you both feel heat coil in your stomachs are you rock against each other, you clit catching on the rougher fabric of his dark jeans. you tongue brushes against him as javier’s hands dig deep and ground you down against - it makes you moan as lightning dances up your spine at the pleasure. you flush against him, whining at how javier doesn’t let go of your form keeping you where he wants as he feels you grow more and more wet against him.

“javi, javi - please.”

“what is mi amor, que quieres de mi?” he asks you what you want from him and there thousands of words on your tongue that drip like the drool that escapes you as you experience more and more pleasure from how javier moves you against him. you feel his cock twitch, pulsing beneath you and moan - long and deep from your chest. you’re lidded eyes, glistening from pleasure look at him with all the adoration your lax tongue can’t muster. you only go to kiss him, taking him by surprise as you suck on his tongue, letting go of his lapels to instead let one hand come to the base of his ponytail and grip.

he moans into your mouth and comes with a sweet shock, staining his pants beneath you as you whine so softly at the feeling. you are pulled off to one of his thigh and you hump at it on your own as you let your lips go to javier’s neck. you kiss and suck at the skin, moaning as his grip tightens from his aftershocks. rubbing your cheek to his stubble you whisper into his ear as place a candied affection after another on his skin - “don’t waste it next time please.” javier is helpless beneath you, becoming lax and merely a place for you to grind to completion.

“don’t - don’t say those things when you don’t mean it.” he hisses into your hair and you whine defiantly as you cum on his thigh.

“i do - i do mean it -“ you gasp in between the cresting peek of your pleasure, letting your tongue go to lick the salt of his skin. “want all of you in me always.”

“jesus christ,” javier laughs high and sickeningly fond, “you’re a little pervert.”

“just for you.” you mumble, hips aching and face tucked into his neck as you almost melt into his chest. his hands rub at your back, warm and soothing as you come down from your pleasure high.

“can we stay here - just for awhile?” javier hums and agrees, letting you almost go limp in his embrace as your eyes close shut. he stays there, with you in his embrace til the moon is high in the sky and he looks down at you, and stays there a little longer.

[4ever-feral]

Guys, this gif makes me so feral it’s crazy. Just look at his neck, I want to take a bite! oh and that side profile *chefs kiss* 😩😩

[johnpriceslamb]

❤︎₊ ⊹ GASP ! OH NYO ! His partner ingested some weird looking mushrooms and has turned into a bunny-girl !

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ⋆ female ! reader ⋆ hyper-feminine ! reader ⋆ bunny girl ! reader ⋆ close proximity ⋆ reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars ⋆ poorly google translates spanish >.> javi is SUPER FREAKY LOL ⋆ not proof read nor edited ⋆ wrd count/1.2k

arthur morgan . john marston . javier escuella . charles smith x fem ! reader (sep)

❤︎₊ ⊹ ARTHUR MORGAN

“..How.. How the hell did this even manage to happen?”

Your ears droop on your head at his incredulous tone, puffy bottom lip slightly jutting out as your nimble hands fiddle with the sleeve of your frilly dress. A bit of support would be nice considering the state you’re in right now. But hell, he didn’t even have much experience with rabbits other than knowing which part of their body was durable when hunting.

His frown softens immediately at your meekness. He can’t deny it, you were utterly cute with your long cotton ears and little fur-ball of a tail from behind. Not to say that you weren’t cute before, but to adorn features from a sweet animal made you look even.. more adorable.

He can’t help the audible sigh that emits out of his throat before tiredly spreading his arms out to you, “Oh c’mere, sweet thing. Come to papa.”

His vision is immediately engulfed with your pointy ears, and the urge to just pet you stands strong. The temptation grows much stronger when he looks behind your tiny shoulder and sees your teensy cottonball of a tail wiggling delightfully at his warm embrace. He lets out a breathed hitch when your cheek rubs against his chest with a needy sniff, andddd.. His hand goes right on top of your head and scratches your head before gently running his calloused fingers around those sensitive, fluffy ears of yours.

“Theres a good girl.” He drawls out with that southern tinge of his, rubbing his hand against your back in a comforting manner to ease out those nerves of yours. His eyes dart over towards a scarf of yours which was lying on the wooden oak table he had next to his cot. With a small idea in mind, he holds a firm hand on your back and grabs the scarf. Your teeny head squished between his chest.

He ties the pink fabric around your head, hiding your long ears from the vision, though he can’t help the slight disappointment.

“Oughta wear this ‘til this,” He gestures to the prominent features, “— Is gone. Know it ain’t the most comfortable, but y’gotta make do with what you have. Y’hear me, girl?”

You nod at your partners firm words, cuddling closer to him with a small sniff. You don’t notice the fondness in his hooded eyes, the slight tightness in his arms as he holds you close to him.

“…Real cute.” He mumbles lowly, toying with your tail.

“Wut?”

❤︎₊ ⊹ JOHN MARSTON

“Heh. This some sorta new getup among the younger generation?” He snorts, hands lazily fiddling with your fluffy ears as you sit next to him closely on the log, miserable.

“…Oh. Uh.” When he realises it is in fact real, his hand freezes.

“..I mean, well.. Y’know, ‘least it suits you.” He tries to reassure you, pulling you closer by draping an arm around your dainty shoulder and scooting you next to his lean figure. Your plump lip quivers, before leaning against him for comfort. His fingers still caress your lovely long ears with a low grunt. Despite his initial two seconds of shock, he’s rolling with it. You were still.. well, you. You didn’t seem sick or cursed, he’s been through enough chaos and mishaps to really.. care about it.

“You’re not helping.” You bluntly reply, only for him to snort and murmur out a sheepish apology.

You were really squishy-looking too. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but.. just the urge to.. fit you in his palm and squeeze you really blows up inside of him. He stares at you for a few seconds or so before pinching your cherub cheek.

“Hey!” You huff, trying to wiggle away. With your squirming, his arms immediately wrap around your small waist and pull you against him, not ever wanting to let you go. You settle down soon enough when you notice that he would not budge at all.

“Y’know what? I might just collar you ‘n’ feed you some lil baby carrots f’ your lil self,” He lets out a chuckle as he lets his imagination run wild, “Hell, maybe even a cage f’you to sleep in.” He lets out a raspy bark of laughter when your foot thumps the ground out of irritation from his cruel words. You’ve just turned into some helpless creature and this is the help you get?!

“You are so mean, y’know that?” You puff out your cheeks with a little hmph, crossing your arms in front of your chest before turning around and avoiding eye contact with your partner. In return, he peppers kisses on your chubby cheek, holding you oh-so tightly!

“‘m sorry, my sweets. Can’t help it, yer just so.. cute.” A right laughter escapes his lips when your foot thumps against his leg as a sign of anger. Oh, he’s gonna have a real fun time teasing and poking you.

❤︎₊ ⊹ JAVIER ESCUELLA

The smirk on his face says it all.

You almost want to smack that cheeky smile off his face, staring at him warily with beady eyes which glistened lightly from the tears you cried out when you realised your unfortunate situation. With a defiant humph, you cross your arms and look away from him. Your ears raise as a sign of anger.

He was smiling while you were in a grumpy mood!

“Awe, mi amor.” The smirk softens on his face when he realises how upset you were, gently pulling you into his warm arms before delicately rubbing your long fluffy ears, “No need to be upset. Just a.. mm.. little mishap, eh?”

“…mmm.” You could never stay that mad at him. You reluctantly cuddle against his body with a sniff, long ears drooping. His hand comes to lightly tug at your floofball of a tail, pinching and twirling the small tuff of fur potruding through the small hole you made in your lacy skirt. He lets out a low hum of thought, wondering how sensitive it was if he were to tug on it firmly. With his impulsive thoughts in mind, his calloused fingers intertwine through the soft fur and pulls it back just slightly, earning a sweet whine from your throat.

“Lo siento,” He lets out a breathy apology against your ear, watching it twitch at the sensitivity. He softly kisses the base of your rabbit features, a smile faintly etched on his face when he sees that little tuff of fur wiggling at the back in delight. Javier was a curious man, he couldn’t help but notice and explore, questioning and doing. When his question of how sensitive your features were is answered with a ‘very so’, twisted thoughts occur through his head. How would it feel to tug on her ears back, watching those doe eyes tear up from the delicacy of your furry ears, or to grab onto them like handle bars and—

He clears his throat, before a boyish smile is seen on his features. A hand comes down to clamp your behind to push you closer to his warm body.

“You know, rabbits do tend to breed all year round..” He murmurs into your ear, watching it flicker again with a little chuckle. You can see his eyes glance down below your upper-torso for a moment before looking back at you again. You’re pretty sure he was envisioning your little self swollen with kins. Your cheeks heat up at his flirty words, before puffing your cheeks out and raising your teeny hand to pinch his cheek.

He lets out a whine in response, “Ow, ow! Hey, I was just joking!”

“Your cuddling privileges are revoked.”

He lets out a gasp of offence, “How could you?”

❤︎₊ ⊹ CHARLES SMITH

“..Oh my.”

Were the words he first uttered when he saw your situation. Thankfully for you, he was probably one of the only members in the gang who knew a thing or two about rabbits and their natural instincts and habits.

He lifts a hand to his chin, rubbing it in contemplation as his dark eyes gaze down at your sweet little self multiple times to assess how serious this was.

“You’re not hurt are you?” He asks with a tone of concern. You shake your head meekly and you see his shoulders becoming less stiff at your answer. While you aren’t hurt physically, you just can’t help but feel.. embarrassed with your situation. He lets out a low hum, arms slowly crossing in front of his chest as he looks at you with a soft glare. An instinct to nurture you and take care of you.

“Hm.. Do you remember how this happened?”

“..I ate some mushrooms Pearson cut up f’ me and put in my soup,” You explained. He looks a bit taken aback when he realised just how strange it was to just magically get rabbit ears from eating mushrooms.

“��I see.” He responds, before lightly taking your hand in his to lead you somewhere to sit.

A few moments pass which indulged in traversing to a log, you watch his hand carefully peel a carrot with a knife. Your tail happily wiggles when he offers a slice to you, watching your nimble fingers take the thin peel of the carrot skin and nibble the peel with your two front teeth. A ghost of a smile is curved lightly as he watches you nibble the peel. It was really cute.

His eyes gaze at your bunny features before looking down again. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, thus pushing down the urge to pet you. He slices the long vegetable into many pieces, before offering you the circular shaped veggies. You happily take it from his hands and nibble it, not before you offered him a slice, to which he declined with a soft shake to his head.

“Not for me, dear. All for you.” He softly says, rubbing your head with a warm hand, avoiding your ears. He knew how sensitive those long pair of fluff could be. You look at him with glistening doe eyes before munching the little snacks he gave you.

He smiles fondly at his dearly beloved being fed. He has to admit, you were very cute.

[yandereunsolved]

🗡 Yandere Javier Escuella (RDR2) 🗡

Javier's fingers deftly pluck at the strings of his own fervid longing, producing chords of pure yearning. The notes are overlaid with a lust-filled serenade, directed at the object of his passion—bordering on neurosis.

"Ángel de amor, tu pasión no la comprendo"

"Si la comprendo, no la puedo expresar"

He croons like the lovesick fool he is, every ounce of his soul begging for reciprocation on your end. Your name tugs at the edge of his lips after each word is sung. He doesn't―can't stop this—this ritual it has become, even after the day is done. His music attracts those in camp like moths to a bright flame, but you always stay just out of his light. It's like you can sense his intent, but you don't act nor acknowledge it.

He nearly screws up as he finishes Ángel de Amor. His fingertips itch to reach for one of his knives. His voice urges to dip into a more menacing tone. A certain undignified Irish cretin is flirting with his amar. And he's doing it near Javier.

Sean is leaning up against the side of a tree, flashing you one of his oh-so-forcibly charming smiles. El bastardo.

"The first time I saw ya MacGuire Junior jumped to attention, hard and ready for ah challenge. Me Da always said that'd happen if ah met da love of me life." Sean does his best to lay it on thick, thicker than his accent.

A whole-hearted, delicate laugh escapes you, lacking any animosity or mockery.

"Fuck off, Sean. A two dollar whore can flirt better than that."

'You're reciprocating.' Your conversation with Sean would go much better if half his head was blown off. Javier can correct that. 'Is he not better than Sean?' The thought is farcical.

"Ey! I take offense to dat," Sean mumbles flirtatiously, moving into your personal space, "You could get at least tree dollars for meh."

"You don't even know how to spell the word three."

You take a step closer to Sean, and his eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating.

"I do! I do! You start off with a... ah... t... then you go on to a―"

Javier punches Sean in the side of the head before he can finish, the impact resounding. The ginger's neck snaps at an angle so grotesque that Javier nearly succeeds in killing him. But alas, Sean falls into the dirt instead, right near your feet—and even that is far too kind of a fate for him in Javier's eyes. His guitar was discarded nearly instantaneously after seeing that―this―them.

"Instead of trying to fuck everything with a hole, you cocky, drunkard fuck, maybe you should actually contribute. Make some money for the gang," he vitriolically spits out, grinning slyly at the state of disorder he has put Sean in, "Heh, like you actually give two shits about anyone but yourself and your dick."

"What the hell, Javier?"

Those words… came from you. Javier can only roll his eyes.

"I thought better of you, ángel."

He is unable to meet your eyes, turning around and walking back to his place on a campfire log, tuning out Sean's angered shouts―your… words. Javier picks up his guitar reverently, admiring it for a moment before returning to his singing.

"La vida, sueño el porvenir, mentira" "La amistad y el amor, mentira son" "Y mentiras son también las ilusiones" "Que se forja delirante el corazón"

Members filter in and out of his vicinity, knowing better than to try and interact with him when he's in this state. He plays his fingers raw, the strings cutting into them, leaving the newly opened flesh to quietly wail in pain. Only when his voice begins to die out does he stop. Regaining his senses, the last lyric sung just barely audible.

"Ya cayó el que andaba ausente, ahora verán los cabrones."

The sun must have set a couple of hours ago. No one remains to listen to him but whatever creatures remain in the night. His head snaps up as he hears footsteps. Or maybe―you. You're leaving Sean's tent…

He could follow you and explain. Or he could eliminate a problem before it gets any worse―after all, that's what you do with weeds; you take them out.

[ambitiouspotions]

NO IFS, ANDS, OR BUCKS | JAVIER PEÑA | ONESHOT

summary — ex-boyfriend and bull rider javier competes in one last rodeo before leaving for police academy

word count — 5.5k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, pre-narcos, college-aged relationship tomfoolery, slightly angsty, messin’ around in granddaddy’s barn, mature language, good ole’ fashioned southern fun, a little toxic

author’s note — tip your hats and give me one loud *YEEHAW* also happy birthday to me hehe

running the cloverleaf was nothing you hadn't experienced before. the moment you had ridden into the gate your mare, lemon, was already antsy. lemon knew the barrels just like you did; she knew what you were about to ask of her. your hands dug into the reins holding her back until it was the right moment. the buzzer rang and second nature took over. your heels helped coach her forward, rounding the first barrel seemed simple enough. your horse was kicking up dirt as you came out of the turn.

“go baby girl! go!” your father rallied from the fence. he was gripping the railing of the exit gate like his life depended on it. you weren't paying much attention to him, only honing into the amount of training that went into running the other two barrels. lemon hugged herself tightly around the second barrel, luckily for your sake she didn't knock it over as she completed the circle. your father was whistling and cheering, your mother was trying to settle him as you darted to the third barrel.

lemon’s deep lean into the final barrel was dragging you along today, her working body skidding around the tri-colored texan barrels. she wasn't trying to lose you, but her excitement was proving hard for you to work with her volatile nature. you felt like you were uneven on the saddle, unable to guide her as quickly as you wanted to around the final barrel.

“that damn horse…told her that thing really was a lemon,” your father complained, hitting his hand on the railing. he could tell lemon was giving you a bit of hell, especially by your face constantly clucking to get her to keep moving at a faster pace to complete the cloverleaf pattern.

“give that mare some grace,” your mother retorted, as she watched you adjust your posture on your horse, trying to work with the faults the palomino was giving you rather than correcting them. that was a training issue that had to be dealt with later; the time you would finish with was more important.

you knew the clock was ticking, you had to send lemon to the exit gate. the end of your reins popped her hindquarters as she lunged forward extending her stride and darting through the exit. your arms extended forward letting lemon push herself through her speedy gait.

15.576

it wasn't your best time, but truthfully it wasn't your worst. this was a local rodeo, nothing to fret over. a summer celebration to bring everyone together with a little competition and the county fair next to the arenas. this was meant to be fun before you fled back to college in august. a final call for shenanigans before you were cooped up in your dorm room studying early childhood development.

you gave lemon a moment to calm down, her nostrils flared as she walked in circles to center herself again. your father had met you once you dismounted, giving you a congratulatory hug. the finalized scores and times would be given at the award ceremony for the timed events after the rough stock competition was completed.

“when she leans like that, you gotta make sure your heels are planted. don't be scared to give her a little ole’ push you ain't gonna hurt this thing,” your father dictated, taking the reins from your hand. he patted the sweaty mare whose head was low as she sniffed at the arena’s dirt. she was settling into her normal attitude rather than her overexcitement from running barrels.

“daddy, i know,” you mumbled, watching some of the other girls walk past you. some of them you hadn't seen since you left for college. people you had competed against and trained with for years giving you waves.

“you wanna go'an catch up with ‘em and get a bite to eat before the roughies? i’ll take lemon ta’get cooled off,” he offered while digging in his wallet to hand you a few single bills.

you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer, slipping the money into your pocket. you have lemon a quick kiss on her nose. although she got over excited it was no excuse to let her go without affection. you hugged your father before walking to catch up with the trio of girls.

it was a quick chat consisting of blabbering about college courses, summer plans, and how the event went. though when they left you were contemplating what fair food you wanted to shove in your stomach before relaxing and watching your father’s friends compete in the saddle bronc division.

“look at you go, thought your ass was goin’ off for a second, hun.”

your head whipped around at the sound of that familiar voice. you crossed your arms only wishing that now you had followed your father to the horse trailer instead of congratulating your fellow competitors. they were now gone and you were stuck staring at javier peña, your ex-boyfriend. the ex-boyfriend that drug you around all four years of high school that was definitely not any good for you.

you turned around to face him. your father had already taken your horse too far away to make an excuse about seeing him and the fellow barrel racers you chatted up were nowhere in sight. the announcers were starting to amp the crowd up for the team roping portion of the timed events. you weren't amused with him at all, especially after he had to make it known that he had seen you almost topple off of your saddle during a race. you wouldn't have cared if it was anyone else, but javier’s presence alone was making you become worked up.

this was the longest stent you had been apart, and this time seemed for certain. a year with no contact until now, he's looking at you in those bootcut jeans and belt buckle from winning a statewide barrel race. he was smirking, drinking in that sly stance of false confidence you had. you were noting the absence of his goatee, trading it for a fuller mustache instead, his broad shoulders sporting his denim western shirt, and the jeans on his legs were covered by his leather chaps.

“no ‘hello?’” he asked, looking at your furrowed brows and tense jaw. “no ‘howdy partner’ or even a ‘fuck you?’”

“fuck you,” an exhale left your body after you voiced your curse. those seemed like a good choice of words recommended to you by javier, but it was nowhere near enough gratification.

“made ya’ feel better?” javier raised a brow, his off-white cowboy hat shielding his face from the sun, even under the awning of the stadium seating the texas sun was no joke.

“not really, i coulda done without seein’ you,” you shrugged adjusting the waistband of your jeans. the broad belt buckle clinked as you slid your thumbs into your pockets.

“don't be like that, chiquita, i know’ya missed me or ya’ wouldn’ still be standin’ here,” javier goaded, having to wipe his thumb across his bottom lip to stifle his laugh.

“i’m bein’ polite, a real lady if ya’ will,” your tone was slathered in sarcasm, and the smile you flashed was just enough to make javier step up to the challenge.

“a lady? i didn’t know you were one’a those now,” he patted your back, the white number for scoring fixated to the back of your maroon shirt made a soft thudding noise. he could play into your annoyance as long as you would let him. “i didn’t know a lady could ride me better than her damn horse.”

“you ever considered hushin’ up?” you moved his hand off your shoulder as he pulled at the seam of your shirt. he made you tense. you were more aggravated that he could still affect your body even if it was a negative one. “i mean it, do you ever jus’ consider not openin’ your big mouth?” your words seemed harsher now, a little more aggressive and pressing, but you had good reasoning behind it. javier’s mouth was the reason you called your relationship quits for the final time.

“not a day in my life, chiquita.”

“javier, what could you possibly want?” you questioned with a sigh, hoping to find the real reason he wanted to talk to you in the first place.

“well, you been at college and i missed you a little more than i shoulda,” javier admitted, leaning against the pharmacy’s sponsorship banner on the fence. he knew you’d be competing today. hell, he knew you were home for weeks but knew this was probably the only moment he knew for certain where he could find you.

“we’re done especially after—”

“no, no, come on one last time, i’m about to get my life together and you're about to go back to school,” he interjected, though by the expression on your face, he felt as though it was the wrong choice of words.

“so you want one last time and you thought you could just weasel your way in’ta my life after you embarrassed me?”

well, embarrassed was an understatement. you might have constantly argued over minor things, never truly understood each other, and butted heads every minute of every day, but javier single-handedly ruined your relationship by starting an argument in front of your entire family at your graduation party.

you had looked over a lot of things but arguing in front of your family about a conversation you asked him to drop just a few moments prior was the last straw. you didn't need your granddaddy overhearing that javier wasn't keen on you going away to school five hours away because he was convinced you were going to leave him for someone else. the insecurity and the petty disagreements were things you outgrew but were holding on to the hope that he would eventually settle down. he didn't outgrow them before you left and you weren’t convinced he had outgrown them since then.

you wanted more in life than staying on the ranch your family-owned. you had potential, academic scholarships, fuck, you had the want for something bigger. so you left for college the next week without ever completely hashing things out with javier. you had ended on a bad note and still held a grudge against him because you wished things would've worked out differently. you loved javier but didn't love the relationship you two created.

“i’m sorry, but that was a year ago and i jus’ wanna remember our last time together before i leave …before you leave again,” javier huffed and was reluctant to make eye contact with you as he gave a half-assed apology. he didn't want a relationship he wanted a quick fuck. he could tell you were unimpressed. he didn't expect you to fall into his arms again and forgive him, but he didn't think you would be so cold to the idea.

“so you wanna get your dick wet and not even be man enough to look at me?” you moved back when he tried to grab your hand.

“come on now, you're the only girl for me, i ain't been with nobody else, and jus’ want you before we go our separate ways,” he managed to catch your other wrist as you turned your shoulder, holding you close to his chest. the brim of his hat gently knocked yours.

“javier, what am i ‘spose t’say to that?” you lightly pushed against his chest to see if his hold had any give; it didn’t. your eyes following the white stitching on his western shirt, to his shaded eyes.

he licked his bottom lip and then looked at the exit to the arena. “you could let me buy you an overpriced funnel cake to try an’ get more conversation outta you.”

he knew you too well. you couldn’t say no to that county fair funnel cake no matter who offered it to you.

you and javier weaved the crowds of the fair to find the first stall selling the fresh dessert. no fixings, just the regular plain jane fried batter topped with ample amounts of powdered sugar that left dust on your shirt and jeans after you took a bite.

you sat across from him at a picnic table sharing bites of the spiraled treat. it was hard to make conversation at first, but as time passed it was like you never left and he never was as bad as you remembered.

“how about a little bet? make things interestin’?” javier probed, leaning his head down, his deep brown eyes meeting yours. the smell of stale cigarettes lingering over the confectionary scent of the funnel cake.

“what’s your idea of a bet?” you questioned, sucking the stuck sugar off of your thumb.

“i’m ridin’ goldstock, found out this mornin’ on the roster,” he explained, wiping the edge of his mustache, though sugar was still on his lip hair.

“your ass is gon’ get torn up,” you laughed, having to hold back slightly, not wanting to completely insult him before he had gotten to his point.

“you give me one more time with you if i can score above a sixty-five,” javier mouth was slightly agape as you wiped his mustache with the edge of your thumb.

“a sixty-five? you think i’m dumb?” that was even more laughable. you knew javier was capable of qualifying even on a bull with a rough reputation like goldstocks’ reputation. “eighty.” you pressed, raising the potential score. you didn’t know how often javier had been riding since you left, but you did know he had the potential of getting a score that high after seeing him compete before.

“eighty? that’s professional level, chaquita,” javier insisted with an eye roll. “whatever you say.” he wanted one last hurrah, no matter what it took. that was all the confidence he needed knowing he was about to get on goldstock in the coming hours.

“you manage to ride this bull so you can pull my drawers down? what’s in it for me?” you wiped your hands on the thin paper napkins and then leaned against your hand.

i really know how to pick ‘em, don’t i?

“if you win then i’ll parade ‘round town only wrapped in the texas flag carryin’ a sign that says i was a shitty boyfriend,” javier paused, clearing his throat. “and i’ll buy you that damn bracelet you wanted and i’ll tell your granddaddy i’m sorry for ever gettin’ on your nerves.”

you raised a brow. javier actually seemed to have this planned out, making you slightly suspicious, but with the incentive you could win, it was very tempting.

“you got yourself a deal, peña,” you extended your right hand to him. he looked surprised, stopping just before you shook hands.

“ya’ sure?”

“you want me to rethink right now?”

that’s when his hand firmly grasped yours, giving it a firm shake.

“we got ourselves a deal, chiquita.”

getting through the other rough stock events was anxiety-inducing the closer it came to the final events of the day. the sun had set during the saddle bronc competition, the arena lights illuminated the stadium. you barely commented when your father’s friends bucked on the wild broncs unlike how you normally bantered with him.

your father was sitting next to you as the bull riding began, but you were staring at javier stretching against the fence.

“you been quiet, baby doll,” he commented, patting your back, the number from earlier still safety pinned to your shirt. “it ain’t about your lil’ boyfriend over there is it?” your father pressed, following your gaze to the fence.

“he ain’t my boyfriend, you know that,” you mumbled leaning into him, letting him put a protective arm around you.

“whatever he is or ain’t he clearly’s got your attention,” your father laughed, though he was concerned knowing javier had broken your heart before. even if you were the one that ended it, that didn’t mean it hurt any less to say goodbye to years of your life.

“daddy, mind your business,” you chided, channeling into your ex climbing onto the bull chute and straddling the rusted metal.

as the announcer introduced javier you sat on the edge of your seat, your hands folded in your lap looking closely at him climb into the chute. he was fiddling with his bull rope, wrapping it to his preferred tightness, the large animal underneath him already moving. goldstock was a force to be reckoned with, most of his riders being eliminated before the eight-second mark was completed.

when the gate opened javier’s hand was in the air, the moment goldstock’s shoulder passed the gate’s threshold the timer started. eight seconds—javier had to stay on for eight to even qualify and show enough style to gain a high enough score to win the bet he placed with you.

his extended arm whipped wildly as he followed in line with the hopping bull. goldstock had managed to buck his way away from the chute. of course, the bull with the most powerful movements would be the one spinning and kicking, showing his commanding force.

“that boy did always know how to ride a damn bull,” your father said, almost annoyed, hitting the metal seating next to him. you couldn’t comment back you could barely breathe watching javier move in synchronization with the animal.

javier was losing hope, only begging that he didn’t look completely limp on top of the bull knowing it would affect his score. he was ready to bail off the side any second. his thighs constantly felt like they were slipping off goldstock’s muscular body.

you were surprised that javier’s hat was still on his head with how wildly his body was being jerked as the bull dived down and then back up again.

the buzzer sounded the moment the bull did a kick, sending javier off the side. he rolled to the side quickly though his breath was slightly stunned from how he was bucked off the animal. he managed to pull himself over the fence letting a deep exhale leave his body.

goldstock seemed to prance around the arena doing a victory lap for himself as if he was proud of ridding another rider from his back.

the awards were painful. you could barely smile correctly for the picture with your second-place ribbon because of the uncertainty surrounding javier’s score.

the announcements seemed to go on forever, watching the bull riders take the stage again. javier was in the final three men, standing proudly on the stage, their hands behind their backs with a level of professionalism surrounding them unlike their stained clothes and sweaty faces.

second and third place were awarded to the men next to javier, though he was biting his lip wanting to know the score. he could care less about where he was placed.

“an astounding eighty-one goes to javier peña and goldstock!”

your mouth dropped. javier practically leapt forward to grab the ribbon and boxed belt buckle. he whooped loudly, giving a small jump. his smile was so wide, unlike you had ever seen him before.

you wouldn't be getting that bracelet or watch javier publicly embarrass himself. you’d be at the mercy of his dick because you were a woman of your word.

“looks like he’s havin’ an astoundin’ evenin’ folks,” the announcer laughed as javier came down from the stage immediately finding you. your father and mother were chatting up the saddle bronc riders.

“usual spot?” he asked, his mouth pressed to your ear so only you could hear him. “11:30?”

“uh-huh.” it was the only thing you could manage to mumble. your mouth will still agape, making him hold your chin as he forced you to look at him.

“don’ be so surprised, chiquita, i wanted’t win the best prize of all.”

having javier throw a blanket over the bales of hay in the storage barn which was being illuminated by a singular lantern was not the way you were expecting your night to end. you had gotten up in the morning thinking you’d be turning in early from the rodeo events.

you situated the lantern, watching javier strip in front of the light, untucking his shirt and working down the buttons until his hands rested at his belt buckle.

“gonna keep staring, chiquita?” he questioned, making you snap out of whatever daze you were in, staring at the trail of stomach hair just above the waistband of his jeans. javier was still in shape but had lost the definition of his abdominal muscles, being left with a flat midsection. you couldn't complain about him when you were wearing that extra freshman fifteen and were surprised when you jeans buttoned when getting dressed in your competition jeans.

“uh, no, jus’ nervous, been awhile since i stripped down,” you admitted, tossing your hat on a higher bale so it wouldn't get dirty. you fluffed your hair anxiously, javier already prepared to console you. his thumbs massaged your hips, his lips coming in contact with your neck the second your hands moved out of the way.

“we don't really have to do this,” he whispered, letting his lips drag across your skin. his hat hit your lower jawline. “i ain't gonna make you,” he assured you, lifting his head. your eyes were closed softly, allowing your hands to trail up to the back of his neck.

“no, even if i didn't agree to that stupid bet then i'd still be wantin’ you.” that wasn’t a lie. it was hard to resist him the moment you saw powdered sugar coat his mustache and even more difficult when you saw him mount the back of the bucking bull.

javier gave a crooked smile, leaning into you closer. he was eyeing your lips, though still not having enough confidence himself to close the gap between the both of you. you took the liberty of doing it for him. your chest was tight until the moment you were pressed together.

your hands rid his head of his hat, letting it fall to the as the kiss deepened, the feeling of nervous excitement building between your thighs knowing what javier was capable of only made that feeling stronger. as the kiss deepened, javier walked you backward, his hand on your mid-back stopping you from hitting the abandoned stall door as he groped the bottom of your ass with the other.

you moaned into his mouth as the kiss became sloppy, your hands were laced in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue entered your mouth. he was greedy, wanting every inch of you like he had before. he wasn’t trying to rush, but not having you for an entire year made his jeans too tight for comfort.

his head dipped again, moving the collar of your shirt with his wide nose to plant hasty kisses along your neck again. he sighed softly as you began tugging at his brown locks of hair. his hand worked quickly to unclasp that winning buckle you received before leaving for college.

you loosened the grip on his hair so you could begin helping unbutton your shirt. you looked at the blanketed hay bales as you shrugged off the button-up. nostalgia hit like a freight train slamming into a station wagon.

“you alright?” he questioned, his hand stopping on your zipper. you could feel his lips against your stomach. him talking reminded you that it was acceptable to breathe. you didn’t expect to be so nervous, especially after sleeping with a person you had so many times previously.

“‘m fine, jus’ weird havin’ you here again,” you admitted as he rubbed gentle circles into your hip bone.

“yeah, gotta say this place ain’t changed a bit,” he stood up fully again, looking to the blanket and laughed. “we really jus’ used to sneak out do this stupid shit.” he pinched the bridge of his nose stifling a laugh.

“what?” you brought your shirt back up to your chest.

“no, it ain’t you. goddamnit, it’s me,” he sighed leaning back on the blanketed bales of hay. “wanted you so bad thinkin’ you’d be strippin’ at the sight of me and you’re actin’ like i ain’t see you naked.”

you looked down, pulling the shirt away from your body, having to laugh with him. you straddled his lap, pressing your forehead against his.

“i ain’t got an excuse other than that my nerves are bad ‘cause i want this last time to be good…i didn’t even talk t’you before you left,” you had your eyes closed, spilling your words softly as your hands began to work at the button and zipper on his pants.

“no, you were mad as a sumbitch,” he commented, letting his nose press into your cheek. “i can’t blame you for bein’ so mad, i had you all worked up.”

you swallowed as you felt his erection. his boxers already had a small splotch of precum wetting a small area. javier’s head was pressed into your neck again, this time nipping at the various columns.

“you’re workin’ me up again,” you mumbled, hearing him chuckle against your neck was refreshing. you were going to learn from each other again, even if it wasn’t perfect at least you were listening to each other rather than trying to finish a quickie before your parents noticed you were gone too long.

you both managed to get out of your jeans in a timely manner. javier’s rough hands worked them down your hips, biting his lip at the way your ass jiggled as he tugged at the denim. your boots and socks were tossed. you could only hope both of you could exit your granddaddy’s storage barn fully clothed.

javier fumbled with your bra strap, having to hold you into his chest so he could peek over your shoulder as he unclasped the black material.

you were situated in his lap, your damp panties rubbing against his clothed cock, allowing his fingers to slide them to the side. he placed the same kisses he placed against your neck to your chest, savoring the moment his head was dipped into your cleavage and his tongue ran against your nipple, tugging your panties as he got more excited.

“you ready?” he asked softly, picking at the thin material once more before his fingers began gently caressing your outer labia.

“jav, i’m sittin’ here waiting for you to fuck me…i can’t be more obvious than that.”

he placed a gentle kiss on your lips. two of his fingertips entered, though he didn’t fully push the rest inside, watching a silent moan leave your mouth. your hands were firmly around his neck trying to push further onto his fingers.

with that small single his fingers began to move in and out of you, motioning you closer and closer while they were inside of you. he had quickly reminded himself of what the inside of your walls felt like, being able to find your g-spot rather easily. you couldn’t be overly loud in case the farm dogs overheard the commotion and already the house, but in his ear, you were spilling moans.

“you’re soaked,” he mumbled against the top of your ear. your slick arousal coated his fingers and also his boxers as he continued to thrust his steady hand upwards for his fingers to continue causing sweet pleasure. he teased at your entrance with a third. it caused your moans to halt, getting used to the tight squeeze he was causing you to relearn.

“jav,” you huffed, digging your nails into his shoulder. it wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable, uncomfortable enough to have you out of breath in an instant.

“how else are we ‘spose to do this?” he questioned, halting his movements to let you sink further onto his three digits.

“i know, okay?” you closed your eyes tightly, allowing him to readjust your pussy that had been missing touch.

he held his three fingers inside of you, fucking you slowly with them as if he wasn’t going to take out his cock in a few moments and unload a year’s worth of longing inside of you.

you were dripping around his fingers, wanting something a little more satiating than sitting upon his riding hand and letting him tease you. the craving was too intense to allow him to soak inside of you and every so often curl his digits.

you looked up at him, a pleading look in your eyes, silently begging for something more. he knew you wanted it. he knew he wanted it. he looked down at his damp plaid boxers, removing his fingers and gripping your thigh with his saturated hand.

“and you’re sure?” javier asked, sliding your panties to your knees as you stood. you stepped out of your underwear beginning to tug down his boxers before he stopped you. “we doin’ this?” he repeated his question, rubbing the space between your thumb and index finger.

“yes, no more ifs, ands, or, buts,” you mumbled, appreciating his concern though your mind was focused on wanting to slide down his dick rather than being asked if you wanted him.

“yes, ma’am,” javier said, fully unclothed now. you laid him back gently, one of your knees propped on the hay bales to lean over and kiss him before turning around and guiding yourself onto his cock.

you couldn’t slide down all at once, his girth alone left you breathless, sitting just on the tip. javier couldn’t see your face but the way your hands were gripping his legs said enough.

“you’re alright,” he murmured, giving your lower spine a gentle rub.

your stomach felt full the more inches you took inside. when you were fully seated you inhaled shakily, feeling his fingers brush against your ass, both of his hands gripping at your ass cheeks.

a slight shiver ran down your shoulders as you held yourself up to begin a short, yet steady rhythm on his length.

“that’s right,” javier praised, as your movement picked up slightly as you remembered every inch of the cock inside of you. the slight curve that was able to hit your g-spot when you were positioned just right and the throb you felt when you knew you were doing so well.

“fuck,” you mumbled, bouncing your ass against him, his grip was tighter the harder you went. with his legs slightly spread, you were able to take more of his cock, gliding up and down his length, only being more comfortable every time your ass flicked against him.

javier’s jaw was slack, exuding soft moans as you worked his length so well, watching your arousal pool around the base of his pubic hair, speaking your ass just far enough to watch your asshole pucker. his dick throbbed, forcing him to avert his eyes to your back instead, unable to watch the way your pussy gripped him out of fear that he would orgasm too quickly.

“oh, my fuckin’ god,” he moaned, with from grip on your love handles trying to pull you back on him further. you weren't ready for that yet. you hadn't had your fix.

you slid off his length, pushing his legs together, propping one of his knees up. you slid back down on his slick cock, fixating yourself into the crevice you had made, allowing your clit to press into his leg as you bounced.

you rocked back onto him, gripping his knee and the blanket tightly, grinding against him more as you rode him, itching for the orgasm you felt building. javier was a mess, continuously spilling needy pants and murmurs into the stuffy barn air as you whined knowing you were close.

“jav,” you moaned, biting down on your bottom lip.

“javi,” you continued, breathless as you pulled his leg closer to you, a tight grip around his thigh as you bounced. his hands were pawing at any skin he could reach on you, hoping that you would finish faster because his cock was aching.

“that’s so good hun,” he mumbled, wiping his sweaty forehead against his shoulder. his eyes were shut trying to contain himself as you melted further onto his cock, that high-pitched, continuous whine that was coming from your mouth enough for him to know you orgasmed.

your rhythm was becoming undone, although the sloppy upward thrusts he was providing were just enough to have his toes curl as he released. his leaned his head back, his core was aching from having such a large release, pulling you back to lay on top of him.

you stayed like that until javier was soft and his breathing steadied. he was kissing the crook of your shoulder.

it would be the last time he saw you until both decided to move back to laredo. you had both outgrown the small town for now. your college studies would become more important, and after a few years on the laredo police force, javier would soon be in columbia busting members of the cartel.

it was one last ride, one last memory, before moving past each other. you didn't need each other. it was something you needed to outgrow to become more well-rounded. it wasn't a steady relationship from the start. it was fun horseplay that you dragged around for years.

the faint sound of the crickets chirping and the occasional breeze along with the clatter of unsteady movement trying to find each other’s clothing was the final reminder you had of him before sharing one final kiss.

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Tending the Garden

His other hand lets yours go, knuckles brushing sweetly over your cheek. Your breath hitches. You can't help yourself—your gaze drops to his lips. The sweet curve of them.  What you wouldn't give. 

tags: 🔞Javier Escuella/reader, unprotected piv, oral (m receiving), body worship, fingering

part 1 | part 2

The weather turns. Summer rainstorms plague you, and while your garden drinks it up the sudden bursts of heavy rain make doing work outside impossible. 

It comes and goes without warning or announcement—which is why you're startled into a surprised shout when you get hosed down again while crouched in between your tomato plants. Javier is close by, already rushing for shelter, but something catches your eye. 

“The laundry—!” 

Damn it, and it was nearly dry too! You can't help yourself and rush over to try and save some of it. It turns out to be a futile effort. Everything's drenched. When you realise it's hopeless you curse, leave it and turn on your heel to run inside. 

Not that that really matters anymore. You're soaked from tip to toe, your light work clothes sticking to you like a second skin. Javier is already toweling himself off when you burst inside and push back the rain-slick hair out of your eyes. In your haste to get dry you miss the way Javier freezes when he sees you. His eyes linger on your chest, on the curves of your body that show through the soaked fabric so clearly, on your ass when you bend down to shake the water out of your boots. 

You laugh a little breathlessly when you make eye contact with him. “Tried to get the damn laundry...” you explain yourself while gratefully taking the towel he holds out to you. 

In an effort not to stare at his shirtless torso you turn around, wiping your face dry and ruffling the towel over your hair. Should probably get changed... 

...into what, exactly? Your other blouses are dripping on the laundry line, and you ripped your one spare while tracking down an elk a few days ago. With the garden harvest keeping you busy you haven't gotten ‘round to mending it yet. 

You huff a breath of irritation. 

“¿Cuál es el problema?” 

He's reading you better by the day, ain't he?  

“'S nothing, 's nothing. Just ain't got a single dry thing to dress myself in.” You shake your head. “Guess I'll just wait it out.” At least it's not too cold. Hopefully the air will warm up again quickly after the rain's passed. 

“No, no, you will get sick,” Javier frowns. “Wait.” He disappears into his room and comes back out with his poncho. 

You protest, but Javier won't hear it and wraps the fabric around your shoulders. You stumble forward just a little when he does, closer to him, his hands still holding the fabric on either of your sides. Trapped. Your heartbeat accelerates when Javier looks at you for just a beat too long and you think you see—a flicker of something. 

Then it's gone, and you're left wondering. He lets you go, taking a respectful step back, but you replay the way his gaze burned on you many times over late at night. Feeling ashamed of yourself for—for wanting him. 

Because oh, Lord, you do. You try to deny it, but you know you do. 

Wrapped in his scent all day, musk and smoke and the scratchy fabric of his poncho on your bare skin, has you wound more tightly than ever before. God forgive you, but— 

Just... just this once. 

The nights out here are quiet; just the occasional hoot of an owl or the cry of some other night creature out hunting. 

You can hear your sharp intake of breath cut through the air as your hand trails lower, over your stomach, through the rough, curling hair on your mound. You bite your lip to muffle the whimper that threatens to escape when you touch yourself. 

You think about Javier's rough, slender hands. The way he presses your father's old harmonica to his mouth, playing you a sweet tune when the labour of the day is done. Wishing he'd press his lips to your skin in just the same way, his low, pleasant voice whispering over your naked body. Praising you, licking you, biting you. Pressing into you— 

You arch up, losing yourself in the pleasure that spikes through you. It's so easy to slip into the daydream of Javier, Javier coaxing you through your release, Javier's fingers working your clit, Javier whispering your name in the dark. 

Despite your best efforts some soft sounds escape you, and as you lie on your bed, panting slightly from coming down from your high, you burn with embarrassment at what you've just done. Good God, how are you going to look him in the eye tomorrow? 

And what if—what if he heard? 

Mortifyingly, you can't decide between wishing he had or not. 

—

Summer keeps you busy enough to push your shame to a far, dark corner in your mind. There's so much to grow and harvest and hunt, and even though the days are long the hours feel far too short. Canning beans, drying herbs, fermenting vegetables; smoking meat and cutting wood. 

Your garden has all but exploded. Sweet, red-ripe tomatoes, rich purple eggplants, peas that grow faster than you can cut them, and what must be the record for the largest zucchini you ever did see. There's berries, too, daily sun-warmed sweet treats, bursting apart on your tongue. 

Perhaps it's because there's two pairs of hands to care for the soil this year around; your father always did find fishing and hunting to suit him better, and often you were the sole caretaker of your plot of land. 

You didn't mind; you liked growing things. Liked the warm earth between your fingers and the rush of pride when another small green sprout popped up because of your hard work alone. 

But you hadn't known that shared joy could taste this sweet. Javier goes out with you during early summer mornings, feeding the chickens—the ladies—before poring over every little stalk and leaf. He scolds bugs and snails in Spanish, tossing them far across the hills after he's shown you the accursed criminal, and argues with the birds brave enough to come close enough. 

“El ládron has visited again,” he huffs. “He made a hole in the net.” 

“That scoundrel,” you say, trying hard to hold back your laughter. Javier looks cute when he scowls, brows furrowed and mouth pursed disapprovingly like a teacher disappointed in his student. As though the birds should know better by now than to try and steal from him. 

You relish in your shared routine.  

“Mira, there are more frambuesas,” Javier points out. He's right; many of the still too-hard raspberries have plumped into thick batches overnight. 

“Look at that,” you say. “I guess we better start eatin’ them before el ládron does.” 

Javier bends down to pick a handful and presents one to you with a smile. “Here—” 

You don't know why you open your mouth. Surely he meant for you to take it from him with your fingers— 

Javier slips the berry in your mouth. His fingertips brush your lower lip, smelling fresh and sweet. His smile has faded; his gaze has locked on your tongue darting out to catch the juice spilling over. 

It's quiet for a beat too long. 

You duck your head and clear your throat, an uncomfortable laugh bubbling up to prick through the silence. “Right! Um. I guess we better get to work, yeah?” 

—

Javier slumps in his chair with a relieved groan. The kitchen smells like sweet fruit; your freshly made jam is cooling in jars on the table. 

You pat his shoulder. “Thanks for helpin’ me, darlin'.” 

“Anything for you,” Javier replies tiredly. You huff a laugh, fingers lingering on his arm before pulling away. 

“I'll bake you some pancakes,” you promise him. “Those'll go real well with our jam. We'll have ourselves a right feast for the hard work we been puttin’ in.” 

Javier perks up. “A party?” 

“Sure,” you smile. “We'll make it a party. Why not.” 

You follow up on that promise two days later. You spend nearly all day in the kitchen, sweating over the fire, shooing Javier when he comes wandering multiple times to try and sneak a bite of something when you're not looking. 

Your effort pays off: there's venison roast, its fragrant herb garnish mouth-watering; savoury vegetable pies, stuffed with today's pickings; sweet cornbread, with butter and nuts to go with; and fruit cobbler, Javier's favourite, for dessert. 

You pour yourself and Javier wine that you save for special occasions and make a short, sweet toast; “To our hard work!” 

You laugh and chat and eat, and when you've had your fill you linger over your plates. Happy. Content. Even when he leaves—you'll have this. You'll have this memory. 

You look up when Javier scrapes his chair back, holding out a hand in invitation. “Señorita,” he says with a quirk of his lips, “it is not a party without dancing.” 

“Dancin’?” you ask, amused, even if your hand is already placing itself in his. “We ain't got no music to dance to.” 

“Of course we do,” Javier replies lightly, pulling you to your feet. One of his hand presses against the small of your waist, tugging you closer; the other takes the hand already in his and puts it over his heart. “Listen.” 

Words falter you, then, against the thrum of his heartbeat strong and alive under your fingertips. Your cheeks feel warm, warmer than because of any effect the wine might've had, and you're powerless to stop Javier when he pulls you into a simple two-step, swaying from side to side. 

And when he starts humming a song, gently guiding you into a twirl, you follow with a smile. When Javier dips you and you almost bump into the kitchen table both of you laugh. Javier is careful with you, though, and doesn't allow you to bruise yourself on the wood. He seems to prefer keeping you closely tucked against his chest, anyway, and you're not about to complain. 

But you do wish the song lasted longer. Javier smells like summer. Warm dirt, sweat, something green that is beautiful and alive. You want to bottle it up and store it on your shelves next to your jam and pickled berries and dried herbs. Something for the hard days, the cold and quiet days where you need something sweet and light to get you out of bed in the mornings. 

All things end, you know that. The cycle of the seasons you live with is a constant reminder. Javier's humming dies away like the birdsong just before autumn becomes winter. You can't help your smile turning just a little sad, and wait for him to release you. Ready to drift away like a little leaf turned brown and dry. 

...Except he doesn't. His beautiful eyes have softened into something straight from your daydreams, the ones where you let yourself be greedy and selfish. Keep him all for yourself. The weight of his hand on your waist does nothing to ground you, either—it's too easy to imagine his touch on your bare skin. 

His other hand lets yours go, knuckles brushing sweetly over your cheek. Your breath hitches. You can't help yourself—your gaze drops to his lips. The sweet curve of them. 

What you wouldn't give. 

An easy apology is on the tip of your tongue, ready to break away from this momentary bubble, ready to step back into a friendly distance. You're about to say it. Manage to tear your eyes away from Javier's mouth— 

And startle at the heat in his eyes. “Ay, cariño,” he murmurs. “Eres hermosa.” 

You know that word. A hot flash rushes through you at the compliment, bursts into flames when Javier leans forward and presses his lips against yours with a sweet insistence. Your eyes flutter shut, the hand that was resting on his shoulder sliding to his neck, responding eagerly, needily—wanted him for so long—  

Javier is not unaffected by your enthusiasm and he groans into your mouth, pressing you closer against him. His kiss grows hungrier, demanding. And you— 

You force yourself away, panting for air. “I can't,” you gasp. “I can't.” 

It'll hurt. This—no more Javier, no more made-up songs hummed in the morning, no more complaints about dirt scuffing the knees on his pants. This is already going to hurt, and if you let him take this piece of you as well you don't know how long it will take you to recover if at all. 

“Why?” Javier doesn't let go of you but allows you a little more space when you push against his chest. “Te deseo. I want you.” His voice is low, husky. A shiver works its way along your spine, and with the way he squeezes your sides you know he felt it too. 

“I—” You look away from him, pained. “You'll leave someday, Javier—I can't... Can't do this if you—if I know you'll disappear on me—” 

“You want me to leave?” Javier asks, frowning. 

“No! No, of course not, just... You ain't owed me a thing, and—I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go. I'm sure you've got better things to do—” 

“Querida,” Javier says, more forcefully this time. You look up at his him, his expression fierce. “I do not want to leave. ¿Adónde iría?” Realisation dawns on him. “Dios mío, is this why you said I should get Boaz—?” 

Your guilty expression tells all, and he lets out an exasperated laugh before pulling you into another kiss. This one is a less careful. Less sweet. Never mind the meal you just had—Javier kisses you like he hasn't eaten in days. You let out a soft, surprised sound and he swallows it, biting at your lower lip so he can slide his tongue against yours. Swallows all the little whines and moans that follow, too, until your knees grow weak and the only thing you're capable of doing is melting against him. 

“No voy a ninguna parte,” he mutters, his lips moving against yours without ever leaving you. “Todo el tiempo que me lo permitas.” 

“Javi—” you're cut off when he kisses you again, set on devouring you. “Can't—I don't know what...” 

He slows down then, just a little, thumbing your cheek and forehead pressed against yours. “I will not leave, cariño. Unless you tell me to.” 

Warmth blooms through your chest, spreading all the way to your fingertips. “You better not,” you murmur back. Your free hand has come up to fist the fabric of his blouse. “Who'd fix the fence for me if you went?” 

Javier smiles, huffing a quiet laugh through his nose. “Te lo prometo.” 

Promise.   

It's what snaps that feeble thread pulled taut, on the verge of breaking for months. 

And finally... you relax. Pull him into you, trying to kiss him sweet and slow and then immediately abandoning that effort the second you taste him again. Javier's hands rove over your body, squeezing your hips, your waist, your ass. You're eagerly exploring him, too; smoothing your hands over his chest, feeling his lean muscles flex under your touch. His strong arms. His narrow hips. 

“Llevo meses queriendo besarte,” he groans against your mouth. “I think about you. On your back. On your knees. Todas las noches.” 

Oh, God. You whimper when he moves his mouth to your neck to bite at the soft, sensitive skin and your hands fly up to tangle in his hair, tugging at his ponytail. His own hands have slid to your hips, keeping them pressed against him in an iron grip. You can feel his arousal press against you, and when he sucks on a particularly sweet spot below your jaw your hips buck forward. Javier moans against your skin. 

And when you grow daring and let your hand trail down to cup the bulge in his pants the groan he lets out rumbles through his entire chest. You lower yourself slowly, holding his eyes, and Javier watches you with parted, kiss-swollen lips, breath coming more quickly with the way you're caressing his cock through the fabric of his dark jeans. 

“You wanted me on my knees, sweetheart?” you ask with a smile, tugging at his button and fly and Javier wastes no time helping you, his cock finally springing free with a tip leaking precum. You keep yourself from groaning. It's a good thing you're kneeling—your legs might have buckled if you'd kept standing. You shift and the wooden floor digs into your knees, but you can't bring yourself to stop or care. You wrap your hand around him, and Javier's hips jolt forward involuntarily. His hands stroke your hair, your cheek. Looking down on you with flushed cheeks and glittering eyes.  

Beautiful. 

You give a few experimental pumps and relish the quiet moans and groans fall from Javier's lips. “Mierda,” he hisses when he feels your tongue on his shaft. You lick up from the base to the tip, your hand still pumping him slowly. Javier's breath quickens in anticipation, the hand on your head grabbing your hair for something to hold onto. You've wanted this for so long it's hard to draw out any teasing, but you try. Try to make it good for him. You slowly take him into your mouth, hands sliding over his hips and tugging him forward gently, encouraging him to take the pace how he likes. 

Javier throws his head back, a low, constant groan filling the room. “Dios mio... You feel—oh, querida...” 

The hand in your hair tightens his hold on you, and he slowly thrusts forward, a string of curses and praises falling from his lips. “Tan bueno, tan bueno, cariño... Oh, don't stop, don't stop. No te atrevas a parar—” 

You relax your throat, pushing yourself onto him further until the dark, wiry hair trailing down his stomach tickles your nose. Javier is loud, hips stuttering as he moans, lost to words when you gag and swallow around him. Drool trickles down your chin as you breathe heavily through your nose, then pull off to gulp for air. You do it again; and again, and each time Javier's low whines and groans fill the room heat pools in your core. You can feel your wetness against your bloomers, sorely tempted to touch yourself, but you don't want to miss even a second of Javier's pleasure. 

“Oh, mi angél,” and Javier shudders when you slide your hands over his thighs, nails dragging over his skin. You repeat the motion, swirl your tongue over the head, and that's all it takes. Javier’s hips jump one last time, voice shooting up an octave as he finds his release. Your eyes water but you keep your mouth on him, swallowing down his salty bitterness, then slowly ease off and look up through your lashes. 

Javier watches you with half-lidded eyes, chest heaving, and reaches down to swipe a stray drop of cum off your chin to bring it to your lips instead. You flush, but open your mouth for him. Javier groans weakly when you clean his thumb, watches intently as you swallow. 

“Hermosa... Ven aquí—come here.” Javier helps you up and kisses you again, drinking his own aftertaste from your tongue. 

He pulls back and watches you with lidded eyes, a sated flush settled over fine features coloured a warmer brown by days of summer sunshine. His gaze softens when you smile at him, a little breathless and a lot aroused. 

That softness is replaced by a mischievous glint a second later, and you watch, everything feeling sticky-slow through the haze of your lust, as he bends through he knees and lifts you in his arms. 

“Javi—what are you doing?” you laugh, arms flying around his shoulders for purchase. “Put me down, I'm heavy—!” 

Javier defiantly does a little spin that has you clinging to him tighter, and you let out a half-smothered squeal of surprise. 

“My turn now,” he says smugly, and then he's marching to your bedroom, nudging the door open with his shoulder and pushing past it with a wide grin and flushed cheeks. It's clumsy and uncoordinated because he refuses to stop looking at you longer than a second, too caught up in the dizzying high of chasing something that has been brewing between the two of you for too long. 

When he deposits you on your mattress and half-falls over you, legs tangled together, he laughs, giddy with happy disbelief, and you join him while reaching for him with greedy arms. 

Javier goes willingly. Now that he's had a taste of you it's like he can't stop, chasing your lips while barely stopping to catch his breath. His hair slips out of his ponytail, tickling your cheek and then your neck when his kisses trail down to your chest. He curses when the buttons on your blouse don't yield immediately, and you help him impatiently rip the fabric out of the way.  

A moan stutters out of your chest when warm, wet lips caress your breasts, joined by callused fingers only moments later. For all his impatience Javier's touch borders on reverent. He kneads your flesh gently, dragging his fingertips over the goosebumps left in the wake of his cooling spit. Your eyes squeeze shut when he laves his tongue over your nipples, spurred on by your whines. 

You're not the only one feeling pent-up. 

Javier's hips rut into yours seemingly without being aware of it, chest pressing against your own, the need to be closer overtaking everything else. Mercifully he's not so far gone that he doesn't remember to move his hands further south in the direction of what has gone from a simmering excitement to an aching heat. 

Javier lets out a breathy “oh”, followed by shocked, pleased laughter when he feels how drenched you are for him. “This is for me?” he has the audacity to ask with that wicked curl to his lips. 

You flush and try to answer him, then stutter out something unintelligible when his fingers swipe up and around and Lord—  

You throw your head backwards, choking on a moan. The only thing you manage for Javier is a harsh, panted “oh God” while your hips buck and writhe without your permission, trying to get more of that delicious friction.  

It takes Javier a few tries to settle on what you like, but he's got a good ear and a stubborn streak. He listens closely to your whines and groans, and when your back arches on a particularly good stroke he repeats it. Again. Again— 

“Like this?” Javier rasps. When your eyes flutter open they look right into his, dark and huge and hungry. If you had half a mind to think on it his expression would remind you of the day you found him, sat at your dinner table and wolfing down his food. 

“Yes,” you whimper. “Oh—Javier, yes, right—right there—”  

Javier answers with a moan of his own as though your pleasure with his. His fingers are steadily pouring more of that hot syrupy feeling in your lower stomach, feeding the boil of the flames, and the temperature spikes when Javier leans forward again to kiss your chest. 

When his teeth gently scrape your breast you whimper, stomach tensing, and when his lips close around your nipple to suck on your flesh you break. A brushfire rages through you from tip to toe and leave you feeling like you're the smoke coming off it, floating high and hazy far above in the clouds. Time is slow and sticky, just like your body when you come down. 

When you open your eyes again, ears ringing and chest heaving, you're met with a daydream lovelier than anything you could've conjured up yourself. Javier's eyes have turned into warm honey, sweet and soft and wanting, drinking you in with undisguised affection. 

You cup his face in your hands and feel him tremble ever so slightly, and you let a shaky laugh yourself. Smooth your fingers over his brows, his jaw. The world has tilted from its usual axis. The abundance of summer bursting at the seams while birds trill their songs for love-making, every little thing in the world around you vibrant and at the height of its arching crescendo. 

“Hermosa,” Javier murmurs again, voice raspy. He bends down to kiss you again, and though this one is less hurried it is by no means any less sweet. 

When he pulls back you take the opportunity to shuck off your pants—they feel too-heavy and coarse. You want to feel Javier's calluses without fabric in the way. 

Javier mirrors you, quickly shedding his blouse and pants, hopping on one feet while he fights with the leg, and you laugh. He looks up, grinning, and you feel your heart flood.  

His smile remains when he crawls over you again and you shift to pull him closer, further across the bed. It's as though the two of you have always fit together—you part your thighs and Javier's hips follow, slotting into the space like this was always meant to be for him and him alone. 

So much skin on skin after so long feels overwhelming. Everything you've wanted condensed down to the essence, suddenly too rich a flavour to swallow down without choking on it. 

You shudder. 

Javier sighs. 

You'd wager both of you have been hungry for something other than a well-cooked meal for a while. 

“Yes?” Javier asks, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. 

“Yes,” you answer, hushed. Like a prayer. 

Javier groans when he slides his cock through your slick, but he's patient while he lines himself up and gives you time to adjust. He feeds himself to you slowly, heartbeat jumping wildly under his pulse while you breathe through the stretch.  

It's been a long time since you've had anything but your fingers, and though the fullness is welcome it makes you tremble and clutch at Javier's arms for support. When you nod for him to move Javier pulls out halfway, then rocks back in, each time a little deeper until he fills the whole space of you. 

Javier exhales shakily, dropping his head to the crook of your shoulder when you circle your arms around his neck. For a little time the only thing in the room are quiet pants, the slap of skin on skin, and the slide of sweat. Javier kisses your neck, your cheek, your lips, and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him as close as you can. 

That sticky feel-good feeling in your stomach burns low and steady, each stroke adding to a lazy simmering arousal—but when Javier wriggles his hand between your bodies to stroke your clit again it jumps. You gasp, tensing and squeezing around him. 

“Dios mío,” Javier groans, hips bucking forward in response. “You feel so good—so good. Am I—nnngh—am I making you feel good, cariño?” 

“Yes,” you tell him. “Yes, yes—” 

Javier curses. He loses his rhythm with the tight flutter of your cunt, panting “Take it, take it,” before tensing and spilling deep inside you. His release brings forth another zing of pleasure and Javier's fingers keep working you until you follow him in his release. 

Boneless, you lie together to catch your breaths until Javier pulls back to look down at you. “You are beautiful,” he says quietly, and he dips down to kiss you. Chaste, this time, tired and sated. Loving. It unknots the last of your worries that Javier might leave in search of something better after all—if this kind of tenderness isn't real, nothing is. 

“So are you,” you smile. 

You spend the aftermath tangled in each other's arms. Javier's collarbone digs into your cheek and you know for a fact your leg will start cramping in a little while, but you wouldn't trade it for the world. You can feel his lungs expand, breathing slow, alive like summer winds. 

Javier's rough fingertips swipe over the naked skin of your shoulder in a circular soothing motion. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs against your temple. “For caring.”  

A soft kiss on the column of your throat. 

“It makes me want to care, too.”

[writing-with-yours-truly]

Could you do one where Reader Javi kate and  have been friends forever user and kate are so close there like sisters javi has always liked reader but after what happened to there 3 friends he decided to stay quiet but he still loves users and wants to be with them Reader comes back with Kate to help along the way javi finally tells her because he gets jealous of Tyler ( he doesn't want Reader though he wants Kate) and they finally start to date he's very protective of Reader at the end of the movie her and javi move in together

Okay, I think I got what you were saying. Here we go! Thanks so much for the request, Rachel! I tried to fill this request the best I could. Lots of love!

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Always Been you: Javier (TWISTERS) x Reader

Including: Swearing, angst, fluff, broken Spanish.

Not including: smut, the use of y/n.

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(First Person: You)

Javi and I are inseparable. Well. Were. Ever since Addy, Praveen, and Jeb died that day, things changed. He enlisted into the army for a few years, and I moved back to Kansas alone. Javi called a few times before I moved, but we hadn't talked all that much. Eventually, he left the army, and moved back to Oklahoma.

Sooner than later, I got a call from him. Enthusiastic, I clicked 'accept' and held my phone to my ear. "Javi!" I enthusiastically exclaim. "Hey, sunshine. I have a question for you." It sounded like he was sorting papers. I myself was making dinner. Microwave dinner.

"Shoot 'em out," I replied, pressing the four on the microwave. "Alright. While I was in the army, they came up with these scanners, we shortened the name to PAR. Anyways, we used them to scan for missiles, and I was wondering if..."

"We used it to scan a storm?" I finished.

"A tornado," Javi corrected. "But these things were huge, so my team and I made these portable units that do the exact same thing. They could help people! But, we haven't been able to track a good enough storm down to do it. So, what do you say? Wanna go storm chasin'?"

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After a long while of convincing, he got me to meet him at this gas station in Oklahoma.

I got there, and decided to go in because it was at least a 5 hour drive, and I had only stopped once to go to the bathroom.

I went into the bathroom and washed my hands up before returning to the store part of the station. I looked at the snacks and decided on getting some of my favorite candies and drinks.

Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. "Hey there, sunshine." I turn around and am face to face with the one and only Javier Rivera. My arms immediately went around him, and he returned the gesture, running a hand through my hair like he always did. I took in a deep breath. He smelled the same. A hint of his Old Spice, and cinnamon. With just a hint of aftershave.

I looked up at him and oh my God, had he changed. His long curly hair was trimmed into a neat cut -but was still curly-, and he looked more...Professional? He was still attractive, if anything the new look made him even more.

"How've you been?" I managed to ask after pulling out of the hug.

"I've been pretty good. Left the army. Joined Storm PAR. Not too big of a change," Javi answered.

"Not big? Javi, you literally changed up in so many ways."

"But for the better, right?" He asked me. "Yeah," I managed to say after a few moments of silence.

He eventually leads me out to his truck with a decal on the back that says "Lion". Inside the passenger seat was none other than...

"Kate!" I exclaimed, running over to her door. She stepped out and gave me the biggest hug. "I've missed you so much!"

Kate smiled, replying, "I missed you too."

Javi, after we caught up, briefed me and Kate on what Storm PAR was and what was going to happen today. While he was explaining how to use the PAR systems, loud music began to play, and trucks and cars and RV's began to pull in.

"Who's that?" I asked, looking as people flooded out of their cars to the main red truck. "That right there," Scott began, pointing out the red truck. "That's Tyler Owens. Self-proclaimed 'Tornado Wrangler'. Hillbilly with a YouTube channel."

I scoffed lightly, watching the blonde climb out of the truck, handing t-shirts out. He was attractive, I'll admit. But he'd never be as attractive as Javi.

I felt Javi's eyes burning holes through the side of my head, so I turned to look at him. "We ready to roll?" I asked.

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That chase didn't turn out as expected. Tyler Owens had decided to follow us and ruin the plans, while Kate freaked out, and we abandoned the chase all together. We ended up staying at a hotel -which Tyler and his gang stayed at as well!- Javi, Kate, and I all shared a room.

I sat on the roof of the Storm PAR truck, thinking, before Tyler came over. "So, your friend from New York," He started. "She really from there?"

I snap out of my thoughts, turning to look at Tyler. He's being genuine. "No. She's from Oklahoma," I replied, crossing my arms. "Doesn't surprise me. She doesn't seem like the City Girl type," Tyler replied, taking a sip of his Corona beer.

"Nope."

Silence lingered between us.

"You from the city?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"No, I'm actually from Kansas."

"How'd you and City Girl meet?"

"Through college. Majoring in the same thing. I dropped out two weeks before graduation, though."

"Why?"

"It's a long story. I--"

The conversation ceased when Javi came over. "Hey, I need to talk to you." He glanced at Tyler. "Alone."

I get off the roof of the truck and bid farewell to Tyler. Following Javi, I wonder why he wanted to talk to me.

We got into the hotel room, and I sat down on the futon, while he sat on the couch. "So, you and Tyler?" He asked.

"What about him?" I replied.

"You like 'im?" He glared at me from the couch.

"No. Javi, that's ridiculous." I tried to plead.

"I know you do, sunshine. I'm not stupid."

"I don't, Javi! Why, are you jealous?"

That struck a nerve.

"No! It just means I don't have a chance!"

I look at him, confused. "A chance at what?"

"A chance at being with you."

Silence followed that comment.

"God, I've liked you for so long and it's stupid I haven't said anything. And now that Owens-"

"Javi, I don't like Owens. I like you. I always have."

Javi looked at me instead of his twitching thumbs. "Really?" He asked. "Yeah. It's always been you," I replied.

He got up from his seat and sat next to me. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, and pressed his lips to mine. They tasted like salt from the French fries he had earlier. My hand snaked to his hair, before he pulled back.

"Sorry if that was too straightforward, I--"

I pulled him back in for a kiss, shutting him up.

And that's how the rest of the night went.