#javier

[nthspecialll]

I don't tolerate any rdr1 Javier slander regarding his looks. I love my man and find him hot no matter the circumstances

I don't find him hot but he is pretty either way

[weasleys-babygh0rl]

currently obsessing over the narcos Javier Peña scenes (you know what i mean). regular corn and audio corn doesn't even do it anymore. SEEING HIM RUT LIKE A DOG IS JUST 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[whoslinger]

The doodle has been completed.

Did this one to practice to unwind cuz stress and whatnot, just meant to be loose and lazy and funky and messy and yes.

[rosesvineyard]

WILLSCUELLA NATION RISEE!!!!!

i love these two so much and i'm so sad theres not enough content of them!! i wanted to try some interesting lighting here too, hope the willscuella nation eats this all up i wanted to put in two of my headcannons in there, one of them being that javier has a tendency to sit in bill's lap and the other that bill often hold's javier's waist the most

"i wanna kiss you so bad but i'm scared" (they're gonna kiss later when they're drunk and giddy) anyways live laugh love emotionally constipated men

[kiiraarts]

I play red dead for the plot…

[tentakel]

javier n boaz, love em

[anthonys237thfreckle]

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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[agyraty]

Can I ask for Javier to be actually awkward around Reader? A lot of people make him a womanizer, but I want to see him be dorky and awkward <3

Just some fluff like a cute first date or something!! Please and thank you!!

Of course!! I wrote this based off of like, one of their first interactions. Basically the beginning of it all. I was gonna make two parts for this, the next being based of maybe the confession or the first date.

Sorry for it being short though!

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I don’t bite

Javier Escuella x reader

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Javier was widely known around camp for his skills, not to mention when everyone would gather around the fire at night, and he would play and sing some magnificent songs. You always found him interesting. You loved watching the way he would intently strum away at the strings of his guitar without a worry in the world, the way it sounded like a lullaby.

But you and him didn’t talk much. You were always to nervous to talk to him, why wouldn’t you be? He was a handsome man, standing tall, and watching everyone through his narrowed dark eyes. And he never seemed like he wanted anything to do with you, whenever he would actually speak to you, he was always quiet, never meeting your eyes with his.

Tonight was like often nights, some were drunk, or getting there, and others were either sleeping or isolating themselves. You were one of the only sober ones left, along with Javier. You sat on a log, staring at the fire and the way its yellow and Orange flames burned together, enjoying the way it kept you warm on this cold night.

Javier was here to, leaning on a log closely sat to yours as he worked at tuning the strings of his guitar. Every now and then your eyes would drift away from the fire to watch him as he worked, the way his fingers twisted the nobs, the way his eyes gazed upon his instrument with care.

You took in a deep breath, mustering up the courage to speak. “You’re really good at playing that thing.” You spoke softly, immediately looking away and back to the fire.

Javier stops what he’s doing, his fingers stop and hover just over the knobs. “What?” His voice sounds hesitant. You look back over at him. “Your guitar. I always look forward to you playing it.”

His dark eyes trace your face, and you swear you catch the sight his cheeks turning pink, but maybe it’s just the fire.

“Oh,” he licks his lips nervously, letting out a dry chuckle. “I’m glad you like it.” He looks down. God why was he so nervous? Every time he played he always looked for you. He enjoyed it when you were there to listen to his music. But he never spoke to you, he was to scared to. Too shy.

Although you two didn’t talk much, he was fascinated by you. The way you held yourself, the way you could handle a gun better than any man he’s seen, or how you look good in whatever you wear or do, and how you hated dresses. Hell, even the way you walk or the way you laugh intrigued him.

Javier was harboring a crush for you, but he was too nervous to act upon it.

You glanced back over at him, watching as his eyes quickly darted away from you. A small smile grew on your lips, he was always like this. He seemed almost.. shy?

“Arthur told me you and him robbed a homestead today, how did it go?” You asked, wanting to keep up some form of conversation. His head perked up a bit, eyes coming back to meet yours as he sat up straighter, clearing his throat to speak.

"Uh, yeah, that was... something," he stammered, his usual confidence faltering. He could feel his heart racing, and he quickly looked back down at his guitar, strumming a few random chords to keep his hands busy.

“The whole house was ran by inbred’s.”

You raised an eyebrow, that was certainly something Arthur hadn’t told you. “Inbreds? No way, were they all like strange looking?”

He nodded, “they were certainly strange. Uh.. the way they spoke, wasn’t normal.” You watched as his hands nervously played with his guitar, playing a soft tune as he spoke.

“Damn, I wish I went along so I could see.” You sighed, pulling your gaze away from him to look up at the sky. It was late, and god were you tired. You brought your hand up to your lips to cover your yawn, a soft hum escaping you as you did.

Javier just watched, his face tinted pink as he watched the way your eyes squinted and your nose creased, the small sound comping from your throat as you yawned. It was cute. At least to him.

You looked over at him, wiping your eye a bit. “I’m going to get to bed. You really should too, it’s late.” You stand up, walking beside him, eyes staying on his. You carefully reached down, setting a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. “And there’s no need to be so nervous, I don’t bite.”

You giggled as his face noticeably flushed red as he looked away, nodding quickly. Your hand fell from his shoulder as you began to walk away. “Goodnight Javier.”

Javier sat there, Heart hammering in his chest from both embarrassment, and the way your hand felt resting upon his shoulder so carefully. “Goodnight..”

He took a deep breath as he turned to watch your form as you descended off into the direction of your tent, smile tugging at his lips

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[charseraph]

[tieronecrush]

office party

javier peña x f!reader

summary: your friend with benefits, javier, is your plus one for your dreaded office holiday party. when a coworker gets a bit too comfortable, javier steps in and shows you exactly how he feels about you.

rating: M

wc: 2.3k

warnings: alcohol use, mentions of sex, inappropriate advances from coworker, fwb, probably missing some so lmk what!!

a/n: my contribution to @pedrostories secret santa event!! was a busy holiday season so i wish i could have done more but excited to participate nonetheless. i hope you enjoy @flightlessangelwings and happy holidays to you!!! and tysm my love @northernbluess for proofing

dividers by @saradika

“Christ, where is he? Gettin’ freezing out here…” you mumble to yourself, gritted through your teeth as you stand shivering in your party attire — a tasteful black velvet cocktail dress, hem stopping a couple of inches above your knees and long sleeves with a sweetheart neckline. Fidgeting with your charm necklace, you nervously scan the entrance stairs to the history museum for the familiar face.

It’s the night before your office lets out for the holidays, and it’s also the night they host their annual holiday party. Even though it was quite the affair and your large law firm spares no expense for the event, you never really looked forward to being confronted with colleagues in ways you didn’t need to see them, and there was usually one man who would hit on you. Open bar, catered food, always in a gorgeous venue, it was a recipe for a great time or a horrible time, depending on your found company for the night. This year was the history museum, one of your favorite spots in the city. The daydreams you’ve had about taking him here pop into your mind like a flash in the pan — fleeting, and simply something to stay as a daydream.

A tinge of reluctance tugs in your gut. Was it weird to ask him here? Is he going to stand you up?

But then, there was Javier. Looking sharp as ever in a suit, one you’ve seen him in once after he stopped by yours after a late night working. Black, with a crisp white shirt and a red tie to fit into the holiday spirit. A smirk plays on his lips when he spots you, taking the stone steps two at a time as he approaches. It had taken a bit of convincing — virtually bribing — to get him to agree to be your plus one for the night, and when he did confirm that he would come along with you, the prospect of the party actually being something more bearable skyrocketed instead of the excruciating evening you usually expect.

“Hey there, querida. Why’re you waiting out in the cold for me? Debe estar congelándose. (You must be freezing.)” Javier greets you with concern knit into his brow, his big brown eyes softened and sparkling in the low streetlight. His large palms find the sides of your arms, rubbing gently to warm you up.

“Didn’t want to get pulled into the abyss alone in there,” you jest, “I don’t know if you’d have been able to find me with all the hiding I have to do from weird coworkers.”

You laugh and Javier chuckles lightheartedly, shaking his head as he relaxes in front of you. Nodding his head toward the door, he follows behind you as you lead with a hand at your lower back.

“Is there anyone I should watch out for specifically tonight? Am I gonna have to act as a bodyguard? Should I tell any of the creeps I have a gun?” Javier’s lips graze your ear as he speaks, keeping close to you when you enter and the sounds of the party erupt. A jolt runs down your spine from the intimate contact. It’s your turn to shake your head, breathing out a laugh as you limply hit your hand against his chest.

Your excitement around seeing Javier and spending more time with him was getting much more frequent and much more intense. Bordering the point where you don’t know if you can keep up the arrangement with the feelings you’re developing for him.

Friends of a few years, there’s always been a flirty undertone between you and Javier. It built up to the point that when everyone had cleared out from a dinner party at your place, Javier stayed behind to help clean up — always a gentleman — and the two of you, admittedly a bit tipsy from the wine that was flowing all night, told each other one a whim that you were attracted to each other. Both free from any ties of old relationships, you fell into an agreement: sex, great sex at that, with no strings attached. You two would remain friends and get exactly what you wanted, which was each other, without the messiness of a relationship. Something you were both jaded from.

These days, however, the lines were starting to blur on your end. Everything he did seemed to tip you further into the deep end before you finally came to terms and accepted that you had completely cannonballed into it.

Javier is a good guy. Didn’t have that reputation around town when you first met, but getting to know him in the wee hours of the morning after a few rounds, you fell fast and hard. It wasn’t until recently that you came to terms with it.

“Nobody needs the interrogation tactics or intimidation tonight, Peña.”

“Okay, okay…Tengo que asegurarme de que te traten bien. (I have to make sure you’re treated right.) One of their best employees, shouldn’t have to put up with the shit, querida.”

The air in the grand entrance of the city’s museum crackles with holiday cheer as festive decorations adorn every corner. Garland hangs around the banisters of the grand staircase that leads further into the museum, but most of the activity is in the large, marble-lined room you both stand in. Nearly every employee seems to be in attendance, people milling about in cliques and others indulging in drinking or dancing.

As both of you saunter toward the bar, the atmosphere softens with each step, the clinking of glasses and the chatter of coworkers weaving together into a cacophony of merriment. Javier grabs you two drinks, a glass of champagne for you and whiskey neat for him, toasting to the night ahead. The clinking of glasses resonates with your unspoken agreement: tonight, like every other night, would end the same way. No strings.

Amidst the swirl of laughter and twinkling lights, and the loosening power of liquor, the boundary between friendship and something deeper becomes increasingly blurred. Flirty comments dance back and forth, charged with an unspoken tension that lingers beneath the surface.

“You look beautiful tonight, cariño. How come I haven’t seen this dress before?” Javier asks, the two of you standing at a cocktail table, alone and enjoying it.

“Guess you’d have to be my plus one more often, Javi. Then you could see all the dresses in my closet,” you counter, smirking playfully and biting back the desire to mention something akin to a real date for both of you.

“Guess so, querida. Might have to make this a regular thing.” Javier sends you a wink before clinking your glasses together in another smaller toast, a smirk painting his face as he lifts the tumbler to his mouth for a sip.

With every exchanged glance and teasing remark, it’s evident that you’re tiptoeing on the edge of uncharted territory, yearning to express feelings that had long been confined. It’s unclear if Javier feels the same, but soft touches and gentle words ply you open even further, teetering with falling completely.

Then, amidst the dance of emotions and flirtations, a coworker appears in the corner of your eye, sauntering toward the table and bursting the privacy bubble that you happily curated with Javier. His name’s Jake, a man around your age who is friendly with you in the office, sociable guy with one of those “winning” personalities the partners would compliment endlessly. A guy’s guy. But one that had no problem approaching the women in the office. With a warm smile, he extends a hand towards the man at your side, introducing himself with an easy charm that seemed almost too perfect — of course, referring to Javier already as his ‘buddy’. The hint of jealousy that flickers across Javier's face doesn’t escape your notice, and you can’t help but feel a tingle of endearment for his slightly soured mood from being interrupted.

As the night progresses, Jake's alcohol-infused attempt at camaraderie with you grows increasingly unwelcome. He’d been watching you like a hawk so far, cutting in whenever Javier left to grab more drinks or when another coworker pulled his attention away to try to pick his brain about all that’s happening in the government right now. Inching closer to you, Jake leans against the hightop table, making conversation with slurred words and uninhibited want behind his eyes.

When you shift slightly away, attempting to remain civil enough at a work event, you feel yourself bump into Javier. 

At that moment, Javier turns to see if you tapped him to grab his attention, but is met with the clear look of discomfort on your face. Jake leaning in closer, eyes wandering as you responded in the conversation, clearly attempting to check you out. Frustration toward the man in front of you lit in his chest, holding himself back from confronting him and instead fully embracing his purpose for the night. If he was invited as your date, he could act like it, right?

His arm wraps around you possessively, his lips pressing kisses on your temple, and whispered words meant to keep you close. Surprised at first, but happy to feel closer to him and to relish in the protective boyfriend persona, even if it is only to keep a creep away from you.

Jake, seemingly oblivious to the change in dynamics, spoke up louder, laying a hand on your arm and squeezing, “So you ever wanna cut out of work early and get a drink? Maybe end up back at my place? You can wear that dress.”

The proposition sends a ripple of discomfort through the air. Other coworkers turn away, ignoring the advance that left you shocked and speechless. But, Javier, now fully immersed in his role, takes a stern tone, cutting in and gently maneuvering you behind him.

“Hey, cabrón, why don’t you apologize for speaking to her like that?” Javier instructs, nodding to you while your hands wrap around his arm closest to you. “Or am I going to have to find one of your supervisors and tell them all this shit myself? Don’t speak to her again, or even look at her. And I will know if you do — I’ve got eyes everywhere, buddy.”

The look on Jake’s face makes you laugh softly from behind Javier, shaking your head as he backs away and leaves with his tail between his legs. Javier turns to you, wrapping you up in one of his arms and brushing his fingers softly against your cheek.

Concern softens his eyes, the same look that he greeted you with when he found you waiting in the cold, “You alright, cariño? Fucking asshole. You shouldn’t have to deal with that, should report him or something.”

“I’m alright, Javi. Thank you…You didn’t have to—”

Javier shakes his head, smiling with one side of his mouth and kissing your forehead, “‘Course I did. Can’t let anyone talk to you like that.”

You lean into his chest and smile, lightening the mood with a playful comment, “Seemed pretty comfortable being threatening. Did it bring you back to the good ol’ days being a sheriff?”

Ever the master of evasion, Javier shrugs it off with a casual demeanor, attempting to maintain the façade of indifference with a nod, “Sure did. But they weren’t the good ol’ days.”

Hearing the smile in his voice causes a wave of affection for him that washes over you, coming to the realization that it’s either now or never. A surge of courage propels you to take the leap, confessing the fact that you see more with Javier, that you want more with him.

“I know we said no strings, and it was like that at first, but the more I’ve gotten to know you, the more I’ve found that I love you. And you can absolutely walk away and nothing will be held against you, but I can’t keep up with this if I can’t tell you how I feel.”

The atmosphere between you shifts, and for a moment, the world seems to stop entirely.

Javier's eyes softened, and with a sincerity that catches you off guard, he shares a confession too, “Querida, I fell in love with you in the first moment I met you. The second I kissed you for the first time was when I realized it. I thought maybe I could keep it all in, ‘cause I didn’t want to lose you as a friend and just as a part of my life, but I love you, cariño. Have since I heard that laugh of yours and saw that gorgeous smile. And I haven’t felt the same way I feel about you for anyone else before.”

In that moment of vulnerability, the boundaries that confined your actions shatter, opening up a door, wide and clear, for you to walk through and never close.

Away from the crowded party, you find yourselves standing in a doorway adorned with sprigs of mistletoe, a symbol of serendipity. Under the soft glow of the festive lights, Javier takes a step closer, and his lips meet yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. His hand caresses your cheek, one arm wrapping around your waist while yours rest around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

As you break apart, Javier looks into your eyes, a sincerity shining through that mirrored the twinkle of holiday lights.

"I love you," he confesses, the words hanging in the air like the melody of a cherished carol.

“I love you, too,” you return, a glowing smile and feeling giddy for the rest of the holiday season with Javier.

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[casuallyanidiot]

The Beta Test | Chapter 2

[Yandere M x Gn Reader]

Local party animal and known social butterfly [name] wakes up to find that they've been abducted by their very reclusive and very wealthy classmate. Why, you might ask, did he do this? Well for one reason of course! He needs to know how he's going to talk to his crush! So now, with their freedom on the line, [name] has to figure out how to get this kid with the one of his dreams or risk never leaving at all. Lots of weird conversations ensue, of course.

1.6 k words Tw. Swearing

Chapter 1 Table of Contents

You stayed shivering on the floor of the cell for what you guessed to be the next few hours. There were no windows in the little room you had been stuffed into, and even the little dim lights under the cabinets on the other side of the bars had been turned off. They had shut off a few minutes after Javier had left, leaving you in near absolute darkness. Over the course of however long you had been in there, your mind had become increasingly clear.

You had fallen asleep after a certain point. Like, what else was there to do? When you woke up again, it felt like your spine had been bent into thirteen different directions. This sucked, to say the least. Your freedom for him getting with some girl? What a freaking weirdo. You sighed as you stretched out as best as you could and tried not to think about the absolute mess of a man that could probably harm you with little remorse. 

Still, all you could really do was wait for Javier to come back. So, that’s what you did.

It wasn’t clear how long you had been sitting there, staring at the cabinets and trying to imagine what lay in them, before a beeping noise came muffled from the other side of the door. Your bleary eyes widened before narrowing sharply. A twinge of annoyance ran through you as a head peeked into the room. This little asshole stared at you like you were some kind of rabid animal. Still, he shuffled in.

“ Hey uh, you’re probably hungry cause of the drugs and all. I brought you something,” he said. He walked over to stand in front of your cell. In his hands was a tray of what looked like something edible. Honestly, it was the least he could do. 

“ I would’ve had a…someone else deliver it to you, but I think we should kinda uh get to know each other a bit more. Since you know, you’re gonna help me and all,” he laughed a little and raised the dishes out to you slightly. You could only blink at his audacity. But hey, you were pretty hungry. 

The pit in your stomach had been a big pain in your ass for who knows how long, and you doubted that a hunger strike would really get you anywhere. You let a groan out in frustration as you threw your head back and started to stand.  It was a slow and shitty process; all your joints were cracking like a glowstick. You should not be having this hard of a time in your twenties. Maybe it was time to go see a chiropractor or something. Surely someone knew a good one that wouldn’t break your bank or back. 

Walking up to the metal bars you realized that this was the first time you had ever been this physically close to Javier. He must’ve been thinking the same thing because he was shifting around so much you would’ve thought that he had to go use the bathroom or something. Still, you wordlessly held out your hands with a blank stare. He looked at you silently for a few moments, absolutely flabbergasted I'm sure, and went rigid. You rolled your eyes.

“ For fuck’s sake man, just give me the food,” you said, pretty exhausted all around. Your sure you sounded like a stay-at-home military mom with 5 kids after picking them up from school or something. Not a good look at all. Whatever. Being held captive wasn’t exactly the vibe you wanted to put out either, but here you were.

“ Huh! Oh yeah.. That. Sorry, sorry. Here you go,” he said meekly and attempted to pass you your meal, finally, but there was just one issue. It was kind of weird how neither of you had noticed nor thought about the fact that the plate might be too big to actually fit through the bars. As the plastic dish was stopped by the immovable steel (or whatever metal it was actually made of. How should you know?) you pressed your lips into a thin, tight line. You raised your head to see the gloomy man going through what you could guess were the five stages of grief all at once. 

Yeah, Javier looked like he was on the cusp of shattering like a lego building does when dropped from the twelfth story.

“Dude…” you whispered, also absolutely devastated because you were hungry, duh.

“ Uhhh, umm.”

The guy couldn’t even get a single word out; He only kept trying to shove the plate into your cell. The room was filled with only the sounds of dull tapping. You could only stare on dumbly, lips parted in absolute disbelief.

“ Hey it’s um, it’s not going to get through,” you said. It was like your words went in one ear and out the other. It was like he was a robot, trying to do an action even though it was physically impossible. You noticed his trembling hands and his quivering lip almost immediately, and you shook your head. You reached through the bars and grabbed the plastic dish, stopping the weak motions. 

“ It’s not gonna work man. Let it go.”

It was like you had backhanded him or something. His dark eyes went wide and he actually jumped back from you. You were left in a pretty uncomfortable position there while he bumped back into a table. His chest was heaving pretty deeply, and his string bean body was splayed out in all sorts of awkward angles. You stood there, with your back still hurting as the one who kidnapped you in the first place stood trembling 5ft away. 

Well, that was a total waste of time. 

He seemed to realize that he was acting very, very strangely and cleared his throat. Javier ran his hands through his flat, dark hair, clearly stressed. He straightened up, pushing on the high-quality marble counters with shaky arms. 

“ I uh, sorry. I should’ve thought of that haha. Guess that just shows how useless I am,” he laughed weakly, and you grimaced at the way he glanced to the side. You rolled your eyes, the hunger had really started to whittle down your already tiny amount of patience. The plate of food, which you still could not pull into your cell by the way, smelled stupidly good. I mean, if you really tried, you could still be able to eat. Though as you held it up, you noticed that there was nothing for you to eat with. You huffed.

“ You’re fine, man. Can you get me a fork?”  

“ I’m fine? Yeah, you’re right,” he sighed out of relief. He laughed as he waved a finger at you. “ I think… I think I can see why you get along with people so well. “ You raised a brow at his words. He stood tall, finally done with whatever emotional rollercoaster he had gone through in like under two minutes.

“ I mean, you’re really good at talking to people. I mean we’re already having some fun memories, right? I mean, I know we’re not friends, not yet at least, but um, this is good! You can help me better if you’re more comfortable with me and stuff haha,” he said while rubbing his arm. You could only blink at the audacity of this man.

“ Fun memories? Like what?” You couldn’t help the confused hiss that left your lips.

“ Oh you know, like right now. I made a mistake and um, you were all reassuring and stuff. Like I said I know we’re not friends, but um it was really nice how you kept me calm and stuff. I know that I’m probably gonna remember this for a long time,” Javier giggled a little bit at the end.

“ Ah okay. Well, that’s cool and all, but can you please get me a fork?”

“ Yeah, it is cool. I’m glad that I came and talked to you today. I almost didn’t, haha. I was um, kinda nervous. I mean… yeah this was nice. I’m gonna go now. See you later,” he said. His gloomy expression had become noticeably brighter. He gave a little way and smiled before turning to the door.

“ Wha- hey wait!” You cried out, but he just kept walking. The door was shut once again and the same mechanical beeping rang out. You stood dumbfounded, an offended scoff leaving your mouth as those stupid lights dimmed down. The food in your hands couldn’t easily be eaten without utensils, and even if you did, your hands would probably be super messy. Your stomach rumbled as you sighed in defeat.

It was awkward to move the plate down to the ground while your arms were still outstretched beyond the bars, but you managed to do it. You stared at it longingly. Maybe if you looked at it long enough the flavor would somehow miraculously end up on your tongue. You slumped over in slight defeat.

While you had always assumed to an extent that Javier was socially inept, you would’ve never guessed it would be this bad. Like, the dickwad didn’t even spare you a second glance as he left. Did he even hear you? Was it even possible to be that wrapped up in oneself? You could kinda feel bad for the guy if the current setting was literally anywhere else. 

If you were back in the quiet corner of the library, then sure, you might feel for the guy. Hell, if he had asked you to help him like a regular fucking person would, you probably would’ve jumped at the chance. But here? Now?

You groaned as you slumped over. If he was this bad, then there was absolutely no way that he was going to get with that girl. Even if you helped. You looked miserably at your plate and bitterly came to the reasonable conclusion that you were probably gonna die here because of that fact alone.

Fucking Javier Galvan, man.

[nthspecialll]

idk if you've answered this question before but do you think rdr1 javier is beyond redemption? (imo, he's closer to it than dutch or bill are)

I think he is closer to redemption too, and I think he could be redemed but I think he is in the wrong headspace for it. He has accepted that Dutch is wrong in rdr1, so far so good, but he is still killing. He is working for a corrupt mexican army, doing their dirty work as their assassin.

Javier's entire personality is based on fighting. When he was with Dutch he fought against the government, when it turned out Dutch was wrong he turned to the government because if one was wrong then the other must be right. He cannot stop fighting, he needs ideologies and a cause to fight for and a normal life cannot contain that. To redeem himself and become a normal person who does good for the sake of good he needs a complete rewiring and I think that would be very very hard for him and I cannot imagine such a scenerio.

[hihomeghere]

Modern BF!Javier Escuella. Capricorn ♑️ • Is that guy who if he sees a guitar at a party he will start playing it • If he gets a call from one of his family members expect him to be on the phone for the next three hours • Mama’s boy! • Baby, sweetheart, my love • Will flirt with you and be surprised when you flirt back • Stronger than he looks, will throw you over his shoulder if you’re being a ‘brat’ • Thought about becoming a singer, but doesn’t have enough confidence in himself. Still loves to make up songs • Thinks sitting on a dock for seven hours is a date. Will take you fishing whenever you want • Giggly drunk! • Weather wuss, says he’s ’not made for the cold!’. Will stick his hands under your shirt to warm up • Used to spend the summers on his tio’s ranch • Huge klepto, you’ll lose a jacket or shirt and catch him wearing it two weeks later • Loves to go thrifting, but ends up spending more money than he should because it’s ‘cheaper’ • Always goes to midnight mass every Christmas with his mamá, even if he doesn’t want to • Did play guitar for/at you on your first date • Raised Catholic • Is very meticulous about his face and hair routine. Never skips it, has a million different products • Has tattoos but hides them every time he does to his parents house • English was his best class in high school • Will not confess he likes you first, you’ll have to do that • Likes to cum on you • Loves to smack your ass

[whoslinger]

Doodles of them men cuz I got inspired for other stuff but I ain't me if I don't draw these fellers.

[seirrro]

I GOT AN IPAD AAAAAAA!!!!

[johnpriceslamb]

Hi! I love your how you write and I wanted to ask if you could do Javier Escuella x middle class reader? Something like Arthur and Mary case…

Thank you <33

𝓴𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ,

❥ You’ve sent a letter to Javier asking for ‘help’. Just a day later he shows up at your front door.

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ꒰ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . VERY SUGGESTIVE . No actual NSFW . 1k wrd count. ꒱

❥ Javier Escuella x fem! reader. (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ?)

“You came.”

The air around is hot. Hot enough to be able to dry the wet laundry which clings on the thin clothesline with a peg. The sun showed no mercy among the people in New Hanover, and it blazes through like a forest-fire. There’s no fire, but you could practically feel the radiating heat from it.

“I did.”

Was Javier a fool to travel all the way from Valentines to Saint Denis in the blazing hot? Perhaps.

For you- was it worth it? Absolutely.

You’re still as pretty as ever despite the arid drought. He wonders how you manage to stay tall and well through this.

He wonders if the tint on your cheeks was from the heat or from seeing him. He hopes it was the latter.

Slowly does he creep forward. Your eyes almost shines and glimmer as he approaches, you feel that giddy part of you rising in your stomach as you watch him carefully.

“Needed help with the.. plumbing, you said?” He has that same charming grin he’s always had when you two first met. It’s always allured you, every time. His hand reaches to his pocket unconsciously, fiddling with the letter which was stuffed messily into the small compartment.

“Uhuh,” You smile, feigning innocence as you tinkered those dewy lashes of yours up at him. Oh, dear.

“Mhm.” He rests his weight by leaning on the door-frame, crossing his arms as he looks down at your demure figure. Gosh did he just want to take you right there, right then.

“Why don’t you, mm.. Show me where the problem is? I’m sure I can fix it.” He suggests with that lustrous smirk of his.

“Right, then. Please follow me.” You smile prettily, plump lips purposefully jutting out just a little bit to get that same effect he had with his smirks and grins.

As you lead him to the bathroom, you don’t notice the hungry stare which was coming from him. Half-lidded eyes size you up and down multiple times as he takes in that corset of yours which defined your waist oh-so prettily. That soft, dainty colours of multiple cream coloured pearls which were connected on a thin string which clasped around your neck, a beauty to behold.

You were nothing like him. Dainty, pure, cladded with luxury only daddy could afford.

As soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, your back was forcefully met with the wooden panels which encased the whole room. A soft gasp escapes your lips, which lead to a string of multiple curse words muttered in a language you weren’t familiar with.

“Dios mios,” He lets out a low growl, mouth near your ear as his hot breath hits your sensitive skin, “Me vuelves loco, ¿lo sabías?” He slams his lips on yours, a knee positioned right between your legs to help stabilise yourself. Your little ballerina flats hover over the ground from his management.

“Making me travel so far to help you with something which never even needed mending in the first place.” He kisses your neck multiple times, “Cheeky girl.”

You needily press your lips against his, leaning into his warm touch. Finally, finally. After so long.

“Missed you,” You babble with a soft whimper, the feeling of his teeth teasingly sinking down just a bit, “Missed you so— Oh..”

You let out the most softest whines as he gently sucks your skin, “J—Javier— Hnn.. Daddy’s right next door..”

“I’ll be quiet, mi amor.” He murmurs, pressing another soft kiss on your neck, “You don’t know the effect you have on me.”

A hand slowly travels down, another coming to cup you from behind. “For now, let me enjoy what i’ve missed.”