#i title it. 'rare x jack lmao'

[muletia]

[tfp] obsessed!optimus prime x human!reader

summary: optimus likes to stare at you

cw: suggestive themes, angst, hardcore pinning, optimus is fucking obsessed with you, obsessive thoughts, yandere?? optimus i guess, bro is down bad for you

word count: 995

an: had a blast wiritng this, i love making characters disgustingly obsessed with reader lmao

He was doing it again.

Optimus is a calculated being. He didn’t make rash decisions, never threw words to the wind. Every action he took had meaning; none were purposeless or born of impulse or whim. He was crafted to be the perfect leader, to guide thousands, millions. He was supposed to be an authority, the alpha and omega, someone to be respected, admired, and followed. But there was one creature who turned his philosophy upside down and broke his facade.

He blinked once, twice. His optics returned to reading the report on the datapad. However, not even ten seconds of focus passed—a return to being the Prime—and his attention was anchored somewhere else again.

He couldn’t tell anymore, was he doing it on purpose or automatically? A force stronger than him, stronger than Primus himself, was pulling his optics toward that one being capable of breaking him. In the presence of this rare power, he was truly defenseless, revealing to everyone close to him the truth of his feelings, the intensity of which surpassed his wildest expectations. They had grown beyond his control, fierce and unyielding, like a wild beast impossible to tame.

He knew it was inappropriate, and unfitting for you and his friends; he should have restrained the beast before it became a problem. But he hadn’t. He had failed, and another burden had taken residence on his shoulders.

You laughed, and his optics instantly shifted to you. His spark throbbed pleasantly, distracting him from tormenting his very being. He adored that sound, rejoicing every time he heard it. It was melodic, soothing, and calming. In an instant, it tamed his chaotic processor, now focused solely on you, the real you. Optimus observed every smile, frown, and wrinkle on your face with great curiosity, even though he had done it countless times. He watched your chest rise and fall, counting how many breaths you took in a minute. He searched for any abnormalities or signs of illness. Nothing escaped his attention.

He already knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on the report. Not when you were so close to him, when he knew there was a microscopic chance you’d start a conversation with him. You’d honor him and look at him, too. He didn't dare to ask for more. He longed, but he knew he couldn’t allow himself that—at least not now. For the sake of keeping an image, he still held the datapad in his hand, but his thoughts were circling around you.

You were discussing something with Miko about a topic he didn’t understand, related to Earth’s video games. For some time now, he had planned to gather knowledge about them, so he could have conversations with you beyond his comfort zone, aligned with your interests. He wanted to be more approachable, and friendly, enticing you to spend more time with him. Amidst the stream of words, he caught a single one, which he assumed was a title, and made a mental note to study it later. Would you be happy to see him as someone worth talking to? Would you smile, let him hold you on his servo or shoulder? Help ease a processor constantly focused on unknowns and daydreams?

Content simply to be in your presence, yet fantasizing about something deeper, more intimate, he was still intently watching you. He had drifted so far from shore that he acknowledged Jack's and Rafael’s greetings a second too late. He nodded to the kids and briefly watched as they climbed onto the couch beside you. You had a way with children, caring for them, and helping with their school projects, but most importantly, you were their friend. Seeing you surrounded by children had an effect on Optimus—a feeling he was even frightened to contemplate because it easily took over him, pulling him away from reality, creating visions that would never come true, no matter how much he wanted them to.

"You are crossing the line," he reminded himself, fully aware that he had crossed it long ago. The cup had overflowed; there was no going back. Primus, he had just daydreamed about having offspring with a different species.

The truth was, despite all the self-flagellation, despite the hatred for what he had become, the ruin he had brought upon himself, he didn’t want to stop. You were a pleasant distraction from the war, death, and suffering that had accompanied him since becoming Prime, and for now, he didn’t plan to (couldn't) let go of that distraction. This didn’t mean his little obsession with you was painless—quite the contrary. However, those brief moments when your attention was focused on him, when you shared your touch as you traveled with him through Jasper when you looked only at him, made up for all the pain, torment, and hell he went through. Then there was no war, no Decepticons, no Optimus Prime. There was only him and you.

One last time, he tried to return to the report, but this time it wasn’t his illusions sabotaging his work. This time, it was you.

“Optimus,” your voice freed him from the prison of his thoughts. “I’d totally understand if you don’t have time to leave the base. But… would you perhaps like to drive me home? It’s getting late.”

“Of course, [Name],” he replied immediately because refusing you made no sense.

“Can’t you ask Bumblebee instead of dragging Optimus to fulfill your whims?” Ratchet intruded into the conversation.

“That will not be a problem for me,” Optimus assured, with an unusually stern tone aimed more at the medic than at you. “I am at your service, [Name].”

“Thank you!”

He transformed and waited patiently for you to join him. He opened the door, and once you climbed into the seat, he fastened the seatbelt himself. He hoped you wouldn’t notice the slow pace he had settled upon, that this time he had decided to be selfish, savoring the unrestrained pleasure of your privacy.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello Hello Admin! I've Come Up With An Idea! How About Masky And Laughing Jack (Separate) X Reader Where The Reader's Ex Partner Tries To Re-Enter Their Life? The Ex Is Not A Douche, I'm Just Curious To See How The Two Would React. :>

Masky and Laughing Jack when the readers ex returns

Long ass title LMAO

No notes for this post, I am simply in agony (it's that time of the month <\3 plus I got food poisoning)

MASKY

Hes like a sulking cat when he finds out who exactly you're hanging around. Sure he wont prohibit you from seeing them, but you can tell hes not all that happy. He gives you the silent treatment- which.. ignore the fact that he rarely speaks in general, hes going to be a little more icier than usual. Though, unlike the other character in this post Masky can technically meet the other person. Whether it be following them home and keeping a hawks eye on you.. or meeting them like a normal person. Sure he might have to take off the mask to lower suspicion.. but hey..! You get to see your boyfriends face, right? After meeting them he does seem to be a little more at ease thanks to seeing first hand that they seem... decent enough. Hes still vigilant, though. The second theres something wrong hes going to hop into action

LAUGHING JACK

You thought masky was jealous? Jack puts him to shame. He feels the need to compete, even if your ex truly isnt a threat to your relationship. He already has abandonment issues, of which are definitely going to make themselves known. He tries to get you to stay home with him longer so he can have you all to himself for just a little while longer. He doesn't like how... gross.. it makes him feel inside but he can't seem to stop himself. You're going to have to do a lot to make sure he feels secure. It also doesnt help that Jack can't exactly.. go out with you to hang out with you two.. very huffy, and asides from the jealousy hes a little pissed that he cant go out and meet your friend- fear of missing out, you know?

[hershelwidget]

NEW STUPID CRACK SHIP JUST DROPPED HAVE FUN

ABSOLUTELY NOT A SINGLE THOUGHT BEHIND IT I JUST WOKE UP TODAY AND DECIDED I’D CAUSE A PROBLEM

[darling-i-read-it]

Mizumono Again

Hannibal Lecter x reader

Will Graham x reader

Will Graham x reader x Hannibal Lecter 

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: hannibal spoilers, blood, death, surgery, insinuation to smut 

Author’s Note: ITS A CHOSE YOUR OWN ENDING! I’ve been wanting to do this for a while but I could never think of something I wanted to do and here we are lmao. I titled it mizumono again because ive already done a fic based on this episode but this time you get to chose how to you finish it! I’m really excited, hopefully you all like it and I can post this correctly lmao. 

Summary: A choose your own ending story through the episode Mizumono!!

Genre: angst, fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

You ran your hands through your hair. Will fixed the back of it for you and you let him. There was something melancholy hanging in the air. You turned around to Will, letting out a small sigh. He moved a stray piece of hair out of your face and left his hand on your cheek.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered. 

“I hate baiting him like this,” you explained.

“We aren’t baiting our friend Hannibal Lecter. We are baiting a cannibal serial killer,” he explained. It sounded like he was explaining it to him and not just to you. You shook your head and turned to Hannibal’s house. 

“It doesn’t feel like it.” 

“It won’t feel like it for a while.” Will walked past you up to the front door. You followed close behind, your heels against the ground heavily. Will knocked on the door. You leaned back and forth on your shoes until Hannibal opened the door for you. 

“Ah, come on in.” He moved aside for the two of you to come inside.

“Smells delicious,” you whispered, like you didn’t know what your relationship was soon going to come down to it. You followed Hannibal to the kitchen. On the table was a standing pair or racks of lamb, interlaced ribs like the hands of prayer or a church’s steeple. 

“Wine?” Hannibal asked. He held up a bottle of red wine. 

“Please,” Will said carefully. Hannibal poured three glasses, not even bothering to wait for you to answer. 

“Do you know what an imago is?” Hannibal asked, sitting down at the head of the table. You sat down on his left, Will on his right. 

“It’s a flying insect,” you said offhandedly. Hannibal started to dish up his own plate and you followed suit. Will lingered. 

“It’s the final stage of transformation. Maturity,” he explained. 

“When you become who you will become,” Will added. Hannibal nodded, pleased to have his input

“It’s also a term from the dead religion of psychoanalysis. An imago is an image of a loved one buried in the unconscious, carried with us all our lives,” Hannibal explained further. You nodded, taking a sip of the wine.

“An ideal,” Will succeeded. 

“The concept of an ideal always searching for an objective reality to match. I have a concept of you just as you have a concept of me.” Will locked eyes with you and you watched him as he answered, very shallowly. 

“None of us ideal.” Will took a drink. Hannibal considered his words and there was a brief moment that he believed the ideal. 

“We are both too curious about too many things for any ideals. Is it ideal that Jack die?” he questioned. 

“I believe it has to be. What is coming to him he asked for with everything he’s ever done,” you explained. 

Hannibal looked over at you. His eyes seemed to be contemplating. There was a lot of love in his eyes and it was rare to see so evidently. He looked over at Will and while you couldn’t really see his gaze, you imagined it was the same. 

“We could disappear now. Tonight. Feed your dogs. Leave a note for Dr. Bloom, never see her or Jack Crawford again. Almost polite,” Hannibal offered and he seemed genuinely honest. 

You and Will shared another look. 

YOU STAY 

YOU GO 

[mrs-pissoff]

Your eyes (Reader x Thane)

(the title is pretty much a placeholder because I have no idea what else to call this lmao) 3rd person POV, Reader is referred to as she/her

A/N: So first of all, I usually don't know what the unholy crap I'm doing when it comes to writing. I'm also not a native English speaker. There may be a part 2 coming but I can't promise cuz once I do promise something it's surely not going to happen, ever. Nonetheless, please enjoy.

Introduction: You're whoever you are, and you've joined Shepard's crew aboard the SR-2 to stop the Collectors. You've become something of a close friend to Commander Shepard and may have caught spicy spicy feelings for them. Unfortunately for you, Shepard has eyes for a certain turian vigilante, but hey, this story isn't about them. It's about you and our favorite assassin.

Disclaimer: Mass Effect and its characters belong to Bioware.

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An unusual stillness fell over the empty kitchen of the SR-2. The crew were all tucked away in their chambers, resting or talking about the day’s events. Even the lights of the Med Bay were dimmed, indicating that not even Dr. Chakwas was at her station.

She was glad no one could see her in such a state. Puffy eyes, hair and clothes in complete disarray. A mess, really. She didn’t need the looks of pity or the unnecessary and painful question ‘What’s wrong?’. No. She only needed a glass of cold water and some time. Some time to sort things out. Alone. That part was easy at least, since she thought no one knew how she felt. She kept it hidden, locked away. Out of sight, out of mind. Except when the feelings would resurface violently and erupt like a volcano. Like right now.

Head bowed and quietly sobbing into the sink, both hands resting beside the edges of it, she doesn't hear the silent footsteps approaching her. Too preoccupied with her spiraling thoughts of Shepard and her own confusing feelings. The footsteps of the cautiously approaching Thane Krios cease, as he stands frozen in place. The woman before him is the one that judged him for all his wrongdoings the day he stopped his son from stepping on the path of sin. Her once fiery gaze was now drowned in tears, head hung low and heavy with sorrow.

She's been feeling on edge lately, making careful but not very covert snide remarks to Garrus Vakarian and politely pushing away everyone who questioned her sour mood. She only smiled when Shepard asked, the storm clouds hanging over her head evaporating at the sight of the Commander as her face relaxed. And with a beaming gaze and the hint of a smile, she'd tell Shepard how everything was fine and she just needed some rest. That a nap would fix her up. A white lie to avoid worrying the Commander. He saw how her eyes lost their spark and how her legs would carry her around the ship without purpose. Only in battle she seemed alive. A raging whirlwind sweeping through enemies. A most unsettling change in behavior. He knew the reason behind it all.

Suddenly becoming painfully aware of his presence, her head shot up and a startled gasp left her lips. She pushed herself away from the sink in a swift motion and turned her gaze away from him, wiping the tears from her face. Desperately trying to make it seem like they weren't there to begin with.

"Damn, you're quiet. You should make more noise or you’ll give someone a heart attack."

Her tone had a slight bite to it and an uncertain shake she tried to mask. He could still hear it though. This was a moment of weakness she wished no one would witness. Much less him. He knew what she thought about him. She called him a gutless coward and a poor excuse of a father while still wishing him success to save his son, though not for his own sake, but simply because Kolyat deserved better. He had to agree with her, he told himself all of these things and more. It was nothing new. And yet, hearing someone else utter those words aloud cut even deeper. The look she gave him that day sent a jolt of shock down his spine. Her eyes filled with scorching ire, blame and so, so many questions. He felt small even if he was standing taller than her. Even though her mind seemed occupied and uncertain at the moment, he could still sense that she'd have preferred anyone but him finding her like this.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Of course she did, he thought, but the words left his mouth before he could rephrase the question.

"No."

Her reply came almost too quickly as she washed her tear-stained hands and turned around, ready to leave without drying them. He knew she carried a great many burdens, and not all of them her own. She was much like him, and didn't leave her room frequently to socialize with others, but he knew that Shepard visited her just like the rest of them. Shepard always made sure to check on everyone, to talk to them and ease their solitude, but sometimes people forgot to do the same for the Commander. She didn't. She told him and Vakarian that Shepard had a tendency to hold onto everything, and rather than adding to Shepard's emotional cargo further, she preferred to ask and listen to everything the Commander had to say. No doubt a roundabout way of telling the two to do the same every once in a while. He wondered whether she herself shared her thoughts with anyone.

"If you need someone to talk to-" but he couldn't finish. She looked back at him and began speaking quietly, her tone now withdrawn and empty. 

"Perhaps you should focus your energy on your son to make things right, and mind your own business. I'll do the same as well." Ah, he knew she'd push away, but he still had to ask. He wished she'd at least talk to Shepard, but knew that she won't.

"Sometimes strength isn't about holding our emotions at bay, but sharing our weakness with others, however difficult it may be." His words seemed to catch her attention as she raised one eyebrow at him questioningly.

"True, but I don't see why you would bother."

Her statement was expected. They weren't on the friendliest terms after all. Of course there was no ongoing animosity between them, she simply voiced her opinion of him and they never talked about it anymore. Few words were exchanged between them even before Kolyat's attempt at assassination - aside from the usual pleasantries that is - , even less afterwards. He was aware of her presence and they passed each other aboard the Normandy more than once, but neither spared as much as a second glance. Both too lost in their own thoughts to notice the other. That was until he was caught in her eyes like a trapped varren, desperate to escape. He felt as if he was standing underneath a spotlight, all of his shame on display for everyone to see. It was then and there, where he truly saw her for the first time and began paying more attention to her unconsciously.

On rare occasions when she was having her meals at the same time he was, he'd find himself observing her closely, listening to her talking with others. He'd seen the pang of jealousy in her eyes as Garrus recalled all the time he spent with Shepard years ago and when he would ask specific things about human relationships once he and the Commander became closer. She would deflect his clumsy questions half-heartedly and leave shortly after, her initial friendly disposition towards the turian dissipated and a polite tolerance took its place. Garrus was none the wiser to see this change, such nuance seemed to be lost on him. Perhaps that was for the better. She couldn't blame either of them for falling for each other. Garrus has been there for Shepard for far longer than her.

During shuttle rides Thane could see how she tried to be casual and disciplined while Shepard spoke, careful to contain herself and not let anything slip even if her eyes had a playful and longing glint to them.

He came to adore those eyes. They told him everything she was hiding so carefully. The eyes truly were a window to the soul.

Sometimes he was also lucky enough to catch her in a conversation where she voiced her point of view on certain things, mostly concerning Cerberus whom she did not trust in the slightest. A sentiment many other squadmates shared. Surprisingly, she didn't let her negative opinion extend to Miranda and Jacob, or the rest of the crew wearing Cerberus colors. Short and reserved debates between them were apparently not uncommon. On her better days he could even hear her joking about with Zaeed and Jack. A wide and playful smile spreading on her face with every witty little comment she shared with them.

He's never realized just how aware of her he was until now. He wanted to let her know, but-

"You intrigue me."

The words escaped him once more.

His body tensed as he watched her carefully. Her eyes found the floor as a thoughtful expression crossed her face. She seemed unsure and deep in thought, and he began to wonder whether it was a mistake to speak his mind. A few agonizing seconds later she met his eyes again seemingly ready to respond, but deciding against it in the end. She gave him one last incredulous look before turning around and heading for the elevator without a word, leaving him in the dimly lit kitchen.

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So, here. I hope it was enjoyable? I honestly don’t know how to write Thane so he may be severly OOC. Hopefully not.

It’s just that I’ve been adding more dialogues to the custom Thane follower I have in Skyrim and I got inspired so I was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever, I’ll post it.

And I already have another scenario running in my head. A possible continuation to this, but this thing took me the better half of today to write. We’ll see. Feel free to let me know what you think.

[thepuckishrogue]

Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: Keep Quiet

NSFW ABCs || K is for ‘Kinks’

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ Previous: “Miss me?” || J is for ‘Jack Off’

|| ao3 version | abcs m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: No one, naturally. ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: NSFW, obviously. ((MINORS BEGONE!!)) ↠ CWs/TWs: Mind the titles of the sections in the HC portion! As for the ficlet, semi-public sex (as in it’s done in a public space, but not one where you’ll readily get caught) as well as darkness induced sensory deprivation. ↠ Total WC: 4.4k~

“We paid good money to get in here, might as well poke around a bit, yeah?” Clearly he’s looking for something specific, though when you question him about what exactly that something is he just smiles that little smile that has been the prelude to trouble many, many times over the years…

↠ In which Mister Escuella and his amor make their own fun at the Blackwater Grand Theater.

Kinks || One or more of their kinks.

CW/TWs: Again, be v. mindful of the titles of the sections! Nothing’s too out there or graphic, imo, but if any of the themes discussed below make you uncomfy for whatever reason feel free to skip over them/peace out of this work all together. And remember—your peace of mind is always more important than your nut, lmao…

Oh BOY do I have some thoughts on this. Come, children (that had better not be actual children), and let us rap a taste on this, shall we?

In a valiant attempt to not make this even more of a monster of a thing than anyone cares to read I’ll be doing a top ten type deal, organized in no real order because if I have to sit down and think about that we’ll be here all night. This is a long one, folks. As in ‘eight pages in Word’ long. God help us all.

1 || Dom/Sub play

↠ He loves having you place so much trust in his hands, and he takes his role as your dom v. seriously. Doesn’t matter the flavor, he’s gonna make sure that you get everything that you want and need out of the dynamic.

You want a Daddy to take care of you? He got you fam.

Are you a service sub looking for guidance? He’s here for that.

Maybe you’re a brat looking to be tamed—yeah, he can do that too.

It doesn’t matter what it is you need He 👏 Got 👏 You 👏

↠ Regardless of the specifics of your arrangement, if you let him tie you up he’ll return your willingness with all the orgasms your body can handle…

…and maybe a few more after that. Watching you writhe against your restraints while he overstimulates you is a true thing of wonder and beauty to him.

But more on that can be found later in this list.

↠ But utilizing rope and the like isn’t the only way he’ll chose to bind you. In actuality he prefers to use his words.

To quote another sexy mofo: “When I say something—I mean that shit.” –Erik Killmonger, 2k18

If he gives you an order he expects you to obey, without question or hesitation. If you want to be bratty you WILL face the consequences.

Said consequences will vary depending on his mood/the severity of your transgression.

He’s not super big on spanking, usually reserving it for when you’re being especially obstinate, though if you’re into it he can be convinced to oblige you more often.

His preferred method of punishing you is either overstimulating you until you’re begging him to stop or edging you until you’re begging him to cum—there is no in between.

Complete orgasm denial is rare. Usually he’ll leave you aching and wanting for a while, but he’ll (almost) always either finish the job himself or allow you to.

↠ All that being said, I headcanon Javi as being a reluctant switch.

Domming is his jam, he lives for that shit, but he also loves the fuck outta you so if you want to take the lead on occasion then he’ll allow it.

The key words there being ON OCCASION.

This will, in no way, be a common occurrence.

This isn’t to say he’s one of those people who always needs to be on top or anything like that, but he does like having control.

But even if you’re riding him you can bet your sweet ass that his hands’ll be on your hips guiding you with varying degrees of subtlety depending on the mood.

Hell even if you’re the one fucking him he’s still in control (Power bottom? Power bottom. lmao)

He really, really does not like giving up control completely—blame that on past experiences—so if he trusts you enough to hand over the reins fully…

Look, just don’t doubt the depth of his love for you at that point is all I’m saying.

2 || Power Imbalances

↠ I feel like there’s probably a better term for this, but I don’t know it and that’s not the point.

↠ ((Also I’m fairly certain that this could be tied in with the previous section, but my having so many Thoughts™ on the matter means it’s more than long enough to stand on its own. But ever as always I digress…))

↠ Anyways! It’s nothing super severe, but like… fucking you while he’s still mostly clothed and you’re naked as the day you were born? *chef’s kiss*

↠ Would sensory deprivation tie into this?

Imma say… Yeah, sure, why not?

He’ll cover your eyes, bind your hands, and just leave you there for a bit.

Maybe he leaves the room completely, maybe he just sits in a chair and watches you squirm—it all depends on the mood he’s going for, really.

Expect lots of random touches of varying pressure to various places.

He may even bring a few objects into the mix; feathers, crops, pearls, ect.

((See the ficlet for ‘T’ if you want more on that.))

Also if we’re talking a modern AU then he might pull out a vibe to tease you with. Again, it all just depends on the mood.

Though he enjoys it, this isn’t something he does very often as he loves the feeling of your hands on his body and lives for seeing the way your eyes go hazy as your orgasm takes you.

↠ He also likes seeing if he can make you cum with just his voice alone.

Spoiler: He can.

Singing as well as he does it’s not exactly surprising that he has such excellent control over his voice. Likewise his being an expert in all things you it’s just as unsurprising that he knows how to drive you over the edge with little more than a few nuanced sentences.

He’s already the king of dirty talk, and when he pitches his voice just so? Ugh, Sir, please…

*moans in voice kink* lmao

↠ Also roleplaying ties into this.

I don’t think that as a rule he’d be too into RP-ing—he’s Javier fucking Escuella and that’s more than enough, as far as he’s concerned—but like pretending to be the big, bad outlaw that’s got you over a barrel? He’s down, he’s SO down.

But not as down as you’re gonna be when you’re on your knees gagging on his cock in exchange for your freedom.

3 || Choking

↠ It’s usually on the lighter side, but if he gets in a Mood he’ll put a bit more force behind it. Still, it’s never enough to make you pass out/actually do you any harm.

↠ There’s always enough pressure to let you know what’s up.

↠ The thing that really does it for him is the trust that goes into it.

His one (1) past relationship ended on a sour note because of a breach of trust and that betrayal broke him in many, many ways.

Since pulling himself back together he’s gained a new and deeper appreciation for the concept so to have you place so much in him with this act?

*The Wedding March plays softly in the distance*

↠ Turnabout might be fair play, but please do not make this mistake of wrapping your hands around his neck.

Honey’s got some bad memories of people literally coming for his neck—you’ve seen the scar.

He does accept kisses, nose nuzzles, and licks on said scar, however.

Just always make sure to come at him from the front if you’re gonna do any of that as he needs to see it coming.

The guy that tried to slit his throat came from behind and well—unless you’re trying to set off the Kill Bill sirens just do not do the thing.

He cannot be held responsible for any knee-jerk reactions (i.e. punching and-or stabbing) that may occur if he feels like he’s in danger.

↠ It should also be said that he will not hesitate to completely gag you on his dick.

*insert obligatory ‘Only if you’re okay with it!!’ here*

He loves to see your lips stretched around his fat cock, eyes leaking, drool dripping down your chin—the sloppier the better.

This also goes back to that trust thing I mentioned earlier. After all it takes a whole hell of a lot of the stuff to allow him to have so much control over your breathing/that pretty little throat of yours.

4 || Thigh Riding

↠ Again, it’s a power thing.

Blame his constant need to maintain control on his fucked up childhood. When you’ve had your power snatched away from you time and again by people who have too damn much of it you start to crave the stuff if only to protect yourself and those you love.

↠ But anyways!

↠ Being able to get you off with such an innocuous part of his body is, in his opinion, ridiculously H O T .

Ofc that doesn’t mean he’s not going to tease you about how loud you’re moaning or how obviously turned on you are.

When he inevitably starts getting outta pocket politely point out that he’s about to burst through his fly—that’ll shut him up.

…it’ll also end with you spread open underneath him either right then and there or at a later time depending on the circumstances.

↠ This sometimes serves as a form of foreplay if he’s too tired to get you ready with his more preferred methods.

While not as well-endowed as Charles or Arthur, he’s honey is thicc so he always makes sure that you’re nice and relaxed and ready for him.

Ideally you’ll have cum, or at least gotten close to cumming, before he takes you. He’s considerate like that lol…

↠ Also expect a lot of puns around your ‘riding skills’ because he’s kind of a dork.

5 || Light Bondage

↠ Again, there’s probably a sexier name for it, but still—not the point.

↠ I feel like this is p. self-explanatory, honestly, but let’s get into it anyway!

↠ First of all, his knot work is phenomenal.

If your first thought was some A/B/O related shit, don’t worry—I’m right there with you friend-o, lmao.

((god, I have been on the internet WAY too long))

Anyways! In this particular instance we’re talking about actual rope play.

Fun fact: this skill was gained at a far more innocent time in his life.

He actually stumbled across a book on knots during his childhood and it quickly became a favorite of his as it provided him with a v. cheap hobby.

Whenever he had a spare moment you could find him hunched over the book with a length of some cloth or another practicing.

Of course the other kids soon got in on this action so like just imagine a dozen or so kiddos all gathered around this old, worn book with their chosen strings all practicing and trying to outdo one another. Precious.

Eventually he managed to get his hands on a guitar and his old pastime fell to the wayside, only being used when something or someone needed to be secured.

It isn’t until he starts tying you up that he finds a new appreciation for the skill.

↠ Oddly enough he isn’t all that into shibari.

He thinks the intricate rope work is beautiful, but honestly he ain’t got time for that lol. But if you’re super keen on it he’ll break it out on special occasions.

When he does just uhh, just be prepared for a long ass session because he’s gonna make sure that you both thoroughly enjoy his efforts…

↠ Aside from binding you, he also likes to deprive you of your sense of sight, but we went over this already.

But again, it’s not unheard of for him to tie his bandana around your eyes before fucking you.

It’s also not unheard of for him to shove said bandana in your mouth to gag you.

This is rare as he really loves hearing you, but sometimes it’s necessary.

*cough*that time he fucked you in the storage closet in Blackwater’s theater*cough*

6 || Rough Sex

↠ As a rule Javier doesn’t really care too much about how he has you so long as he’s inside you.

↠ But be that as it may, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t prefer, ahem, employing a firmer hand.

Hair pulling, spanking, bruising grips, stinging bites, thrusts hard enough to have you speaking in tongues… Yeah, he’s about that life.

He’ll only give you as much as you can handle, but if you can hang with him…

How do you want your rock?

An oval cut? Square? Maybe something tension set? Just let him know.

7 || Light Exhibitionism

↠ I already touched on this a bit in ‘D’, but let’s get a bit more in depth, shall we?

↠ Like I said before: people want to kill him and more than likely you as well, if you about that life too—hell, even if you’re not you’d still be a pressure point to exploit—so fucking in public places poses more risks for the pair of you than for the average couple.

↠ That being said, he’s still down for pulling you into a really off path alleyway for a quick romp.

He’ll never go further than fingering and-or oral, however.

Actual sex would leave you far too vulnerable for his liking. Again—safety first!!

↠ However, comma, if you’re near camp that’s an entirely different story.

Dutch runs a tight ship so there are always at least a few people on patrol at any given time which makes things a little bit safer.

It also raises your chances of getting caught as he won’t stray too far from their patrol.

He cites your safety, and while that is part of the reason he wants to stay close, you also know the thrill of potentially being caught is a major factor too.

↠ Now if we’re talking about a modern AU, then he’s got far more options.

Bars, clubs, house parties, concerts—he is not picky.

The very first thing I ever wrote for Javier starts out this very way.

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↠ Bathroom sex is definitely a thing that you’ll have if you’re with this man.

Tbh he’ll use any room that’s available. He’s not exactly the type to fuck you in your host’s bed, but their bedroom is fair game lmao.

Bathrooms are his favorite tho because mirrors.

Getting to take you in one of his favorite positions (backshots-backshots-backshots) in front of a mirror which indulges yet another of his kinks is a win-win-win*.

*The initial win in that sequence comes from being able to take you at all. You’re his tesoro, after all, and he cherishes you accordingly. ((treasure))

8 || Praise

↠ He loves to heap praise on you!

This man is one of the most reaffirming partners this side of the Dakota River.

Expect to be told how good you’re doing, how well you take his cock (and how damn pretty you look while doing it), ect.

He’ll also make double sure to tell you how good you’re making him feel.

Part of the reason he does this is because he actually wants you to know, but mostly he just likes watching you blush.

↠ Also lots and lots of pet names—usually in Spanish because he knows what his speaking in his mother tongue does to you.

↠ But it’s not all fluffy-fluff-fluffs—dude can, and will, get downright filthy.

Again, your blush is one of his favorite things ever so expect him to say some truly bawdy things, though somehow he always manages to stay on the right side of the sexy-raunchy line.

↠ In turn, he loves to have praise heaped on him too!

While he doesn’t have the ego of someone like Dutch, he’s not one to downplay his skills.

He knows that he’s good at many, many things and his prowess between the sheets is definitely at the top of the list.

Telling him how good he’s giving it to you will send him over the moon.

It will also have him feeling himself, but in all honesty that’s a v. valid response, all things considered.

The good thing about Javi is this praise will only make him keep his stroke game on point. After all, you have your expectations and he has a reputation to protect 😏

9 || Say my name, say my name~ 🎶

↠ I guess it’s low-key kind of a voice kink?

He’s definitely partial to the sound of your voice, regardless of what it is that you’re saying.

However you want to label it just make like a Destiny’s Child song and say his goddamn name.

Doesn’t matter if you’re cooing it at him after he does something you find utterly adorable, or moaning it while he goes down on you—he just loves hearing it.

↠ It’s all rooted in his oral fixation.

Mouths do things to him, even when they aren’t actively doing things to him.

If your mouth is parting around his name with any sort of affection? DED.

↠ It’s also due in large part to that primal part of a male’s brain that just preens at knowing he’s making his partner feel good.

He knows he’s doing his job and doing it well when all you can do is whimper his name over and over and over again…

10 || Finger Sucking™

↠ Let him slide his fingers in your mouth and he’ll be instantly hard.

↠ If he’s already hard then he’ll be ready to blow his load.

↠ Nobody knows why he finds it so sexy, he just does, let it be.

(of course it’s the fact that it echoes a blowie)

(there’s also the whole oral fixation thing I mentioned before too)

↠ If you slide your fingers into his mouth he won’t object—especially if they’re coated in the evidence of your arousal.

↠ Also if you lick and-or suck something off of your own finger do expect his lips to be latching on to yours in like .5 seconds.

“Oops! Looks like I got a bit of food on my finger, better lick it off.” And then just make direct eye contact as you slowly slide the digit into your mouth.

Someone just got a one-way ticket straight to the BoneZone lmfao.

Don’t be surprised if he stops you before your finger makes it to your mouth, however. Depending on his mood he may take care of that mess for you…

This boah can and will leave you weak in the knees just from sucking at/curling his tongue around your finger—trust and believe.

This is probably one of his favorite ways to be teased, and it will garner a very enthusiastic response without fail so use this knowledge wisely.

Keep Quiet || WC: ~1.5k

💦 Tags: So remember how I just said he fucked you in the storage closet at Blackwater Theater? Yeah, this is that lol. So I guess semi-public sex? You’re not out in the open or anything, but a janitor could pop in to get a mop or sumn. Other than that Javi gets a lil handsy if ya know what I mean. He also ends up gagging you to keep you quiet. Also-also a bit of finger sucking and mentions of grinding. Also-also-also darkness induced sensory deprivation and the heightened senses that go along with that.

Silent films, you decide as you stare at the voluptuous woman whose mouth moves rapidly despite the lack of sound, are boring as shit.

You only wish you’d come to this conclusion before your darling boyfriend had paid his two dollars to get you into Blackwater’s theater, but to be fair there was no real way of knowing that you wouldn’t enjoy the experience without actually experiencing it. The magic lantern shows that prefer the mobility that tents and benches afford them are great, and you always make an effort to drop in whenever one pops up. Short and usually crude in their humor, they’re just your brand of entertainment and you had oh-so-foolishly assumed that a motion picture would be much the same, if not better, but…

“Why is she crying? Again?” you whisper to the man at your side.

“Don’t ask me, amor,” Javier replies with a shrug. “I stopped paying attention ten minutes ago.”

His admission takes a huge weight off of your shoulders. He’d actually been more excited for the show than you, so to know that he’s also finding this to be extremely underwhelming goes a long way in making you feel better about things. Seeing no reason to stay when neither of you are enjoying yourselves you suggest a strategic exit and Javi’s quick to agree. Habits long since learned had you picking out seats close to the door so your departure doesn’t disturb anyone at least. The opulence that lies outside of the darkened room is a stunning to be sure, but you’re glad to be seeing the last of it—or at least you would be if you were actually leaving.

The questioning look you toss your man as he leads you deeper into the building garners a half shrug. “We paid good money to get in here, might as well poke around a bit, yeah?”

It turns out that the place is pretty damn monotonous. Door after cherry-stained door leads into rooms like the one you’d just left, only some of which are in the process of showing a film, while the central room that is used for proper plays is just more of the same, albeit on a larger scale. Despite the fact that there really isn’t much to the theater Javier still moves with a sense of purpose. Clearly he’s looking for something specific, though when you question him about what exactly that something is he just smiles that little smile that has been the prelude to trouble many, many times over the years…

“This is hardly what I was expecting.”

The admission comes on a pant some odd minutes later. You’d never have guessed that a storage closet would be your final destination, but now that you’re here—pressed against the wall with your man’s hand shoved down the front of your pants—you can’t imagine being anywhere else.

The nearly perfect dark of the closet keeps either of you from seeing anything, but that’s hardly a deterrent; Javier knows exactly where to touch you just as surely as you know he’s sporting a smirk at this very moment. So far you’ve been able to keep your sounds of pleasure at an acceptable volume, but then calluses are scraping over that spot and you can’t. The breathy quality of the resulting scream is the only thing that keeps the sound from carrying, but you both know that was just dumb luck. Yes, a more permanent solution is needed, but it doesn’t come in the form you expect.

You’re expecting warm lips to press themselves against yours, maybe a hand to clamp down over the lower half of your face—really anything but the soft press of silk against your mouth. The texture alone tells you that it’s Javi’s neckerchief, but the burst of the familiar scent that is so distinctly him confirms it.

“Open up, cariño,” he purrs as he presses his cloth-covered fingers more firmly against the seam of your lips. “We can’t have people snooping around in here because they’ve heard something they shouldn’t, so if you want this, and clearly you do”—the hand that’s still between your legs gives a purposeful stroke—“then we’ve got to make sure you stay quiet, yeah?” ((sweetheart))

By your lust-addled brain’s estimation his logic is irrefutable, though your body comes to this conclusion much sooner than the rest of you. Your lips part willingly under his fingers before the sentence has fully ended and the action leaves him chuckling even as he pushes his hips as far forwards as your positioning will allow. The act of sliding the silken cloth into your mouth distracts you both, and for a long moment all you can focus on is the way the material warms itself against your tongue and the fingers that lay just behind it; when those same fingers press just that little bit more firmly against your tongue you know it’s a silent invitation to suck. The neckerchief keeps you from getting a good seal, but what little suction you are able to provide leaves Javi rocking against you.

“Bueno. Tan bueno, amor,” he sighs as the hand between your legs starts up once more. ((Good. Very good, love))

Though the darkness has robbed you of your sight the rest of your senses have been sharpened into a fine point. Every moan of satisfaction seems louder, every glide of skin against heated skin headier; the taste of his bandana is odd, but thankfully not unpleasant, while the once stale air of the space is now heavy with the scent of your arousal. The picture that this cacophony creates is just as vivid, if not more so, than anything your eyes could comprehend in this moment and you find yourself growing just that little bit closer to your end because of it.

Muffled moans sound in time with the sharp thrusts of your hips and their cadence drives your man ever forward. His words come hot and filthy against your ear as he continues to play your body like a finely tuned guitar. He knows exactly what to do to drive you towards the edge of your bliss and with your bodies working in tandem the end is soon in sight.

“You’re close, amor.”

It’s not a question, but a statement of fact that your body seems intent on corroborating. You throb against his palm then, further coating his fingers with proof of your appreciation for his attentions, and his response comes in the form of a curse that’s bitten off somewhere deep in his throat. Javier redoubles his efforts both in deed and in word. Praise punctuated with curses and promises of the more-more-more you’ve been begging him for pours out in a steady stream, while his hands travel to damn near every place he knows will undo you. When he finally growls those two much needed words against your ear some odd minutes later—“Cum, amor…”—your body is quick to heed his call.

Not even the impromptu gag is enough to fully muffle your cry of pleasure as you ride out your release. You writhe against fingers that seem intent on wringing every last drop of ecstasy out of you, though before his touch can become too much Javi tapers off before pulling his hand from between your legs. You slump against him like a puppet whose strings have been cut, your head landing awkwardly against the ball of his shoulder before you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. For his part your man just lets out a sound that’s part self-satisfied hum, part chuckle before another, softer sound starts up. It only takes a few seconds for you to identify it as being the wet lap of his tongue meeting the mess you’ve made of his palm, though once you do you can feel arousal curling in the lowest parts of your belly once more.

“You taste so damn good, baby,” he tells you once he’s finished.

It’s only when your reply comes out as a distorted “Moh muhck” that the pair of you remember the neckerchief. As he pulls the wad of silk from your mouth a distant thought tells you that the cloth is undoubtedly ruined now, but you can’t bring yourself to care overmuch. Clearly he has no regrets over the loss, this was his idea after all, but you’ll still have to remember to get him a replacement at some point—Maybe tomorrow, you think. Javier has made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to be able to survive the ride back to the camp, so you’ll be booking a room at the nearest hotel, but that’s just as well given all he apparently has planned for you.

Yes, you’ll get him a new neckerchief tomorrow–

“Dios. I can’t wait to get you in that bed, amor. I wonder—how many times do you think I can make you cum by the night’s end?”

–providing you can actually walk…

Up next: So Good to Me || L is for ‘Location’

“Oh, mi amor. Always so good to me…”

↠ In which your fellow hotel patrons become well acquainted with Mister Escuella’s name…

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