#javier

[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

[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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[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!”

—

[casuallyanidiot]

The Beta Test | Chapter 1

[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.

2.1 k words Tw. Swearing, kidnapping, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of drugging, yandere behavior Prologue Table of contents

West Grove University wasn’t a super large school. It was important to mention this because, as it would happen, you were very well known there. It wasn’t a hard feat to reach, mind you, but still, there were few people who hadn’t heard of you. This was of course because of the fact that you would appear at every single social function that you could.

 Frat parties, fundraisers, birthdays, even baby showers: if you were invited, you were going. Since you were everywhere, it was only natural that you knew people too. In fact, you knew exactly who the man sitting in front of you was at a glance.

 “ Oh you’re from my economics lecture,” you said tiredly. When the words left your lips, he looked to be almost as confused as you were. 

 “ You know me ?” he asked in disbelief and leaned forward. His chair squealed under his weight and you groaned. 

‘My brain is fried,’ you thought with a grimace. You waved at him lazily. 

“ Yeah, you’re Javier, right? Kinda hard not to know you,” you croaked out. Man, your vocal cords felt like they were grating against each other like sandpaper or, like, unspooled yarn. It was a sore reminder that however you had ended up here, it had certainly not been your choice in the slightest. You began shifting around, massaging at your sore and unused muscles. Like you had noticed before, there wasn’t anything in the cell in which you sat. The cold hard floor was biting into your ass, and it did very little to stop you from aching.

It only took a glance to know that he was surprised by your admission, though it was true. Once again, your class size was kinda small compared to some other schools, and that meant that anyone worthy of note was destined to be infamous. While you were talked about due to your outgoing behavior, Javier over here was known for the exact opposite. 

He was a young man of little words, barely heard even speaking to professors after lectures in a hushed tone. He was elusive too. You even had a class with him, yet you could count the number of times he had appeared through the year on one hand. Despite the fact that he was never present, the boy still managed to maintain high-ranking scores with ease. It was pretty impressive actually. Though what made him stand out to you, in particular, were two facts.

One: Javier was so fucking gloomy. Any time he walked into a room, whether that be in a lecture hall or simply passing by in the library, you swear a cloud of darkness followed him in. His posture was always slouched, and bags hung under his eyes like he'd never had a wink of sleep in his entire life. While his clothes, which always seemed to be a pair of black sweats and a white T-shirt, were always clean, his long shoulder-length hair constantly rode the line of looking either greasy or sleek; you could never really decide if it was either of the two.

Two: Javier was, apparently, pretty rich. While he never showed up to lectures, he did go to the secluded and quiet area of the library that you also liked to kick around in. He usually floated over to sit behind a bookshelf in a corner, probably where he thought no one could see him, right in your line of vision. Granted you could only see him because the bookshelf itself wasn't actually packed with, ya know, books, so it was easy to catch a glimpse of him. The dude had the whole fucking apple ecosystem in his bag. Not to mention the luxury brand stationery that he used casually. In fact, everything on him from his slides to the backpack he used was waaaay beyond what the average uni student should be spending, and so casual too. 

Of course you were insanely curious about the quiet, mysterious, and rather wealthy kid that nobody knew anything about! It was only natural. Some people even claimed to have seen him getting into his car which he parked in a secluded area. To no surprise, you were shown multiple photos of him getting into a foreign car with nice rims and everything. 

"Who the fuck is this guy?" They would slur to you drunkenly at whatever party you were at. The phone in their hand would be glowing with whatever blurry pic they had taken, and you would squint at it and shrug.

"No idea."

The little bits of info you got were nothing, but now it seemed like that was going to change. You were going to know Javier Galvan because you had this, I dunno, sneaking suspicion that you had definitely been kidnapped by him.

" R-really?" He blinked at you rapidly with his dark eyes, a finger jabbed at his own chest. You winced and nodded. " Wow, I uh, I didn't think you would. I thought that… I thought that I was going to have to uh introduce myself and stuff…" he trailed off. There was a nervous smile quirked up on his lips, and he shifted his gaze to the side like it was physically impossible to actually look at your curled-up body on the floor. You squinted at him with an eyebrow raised. No fucking way. There was no way that this guy was actually embarrassed by the fact that he had abducted you.

" Well, that's good then. One step further than I had planned I guess," he said, kind of quietly too, and sheepishly rubbed his neck. 

" Yeaaaah right. Do you like… mind telling me what's happening right now?" You asked. There was no use putting it off. You weren't one for mind games either, so it was best to just rip the band aid off so to speak.

Once again, Javier looked stunned by anything you said. Not sure why he was so surprised. You were never the most silent person in the room by any means. He should at least know that much about you. He stayed quiet, and now that you were started to get over the initial spike of fear and confusion, annoyance was fully taking its hold. You gestured, a bit aggressively, at the bars separating the cold cell from the actual room.

" Ohhhhh, Sorry. My bad. You're, uh, probably really confused right now, huh?" He laughed a little. This little shit. He kidnapped you, and he was fucking giggling?

" Uhhhh yeah. That's one way you could take it," you said dryly. The sarcasm in your voice was enough to remind you of the fact that you were very dehydrated at this time. His smile immediately dropped instantly, and you rolled your eyes at his kicked puppy demeanor. If you had known that he was this weird, then you wouldn't have wasted so much of your energy wondering about him.

" O-okay. So, um, you are [Name] [Last name], right?" It took everything in your system to not do a visible double take at that.

" Um Yes?"

He let out a large sigh, posture slumping with relief. " Oh okay. That's good. Good. It would be, haha, like really bad if you weren't," he said while wiping his face. His sweaty palms could probably be seen from space. 

" We have classes together man. I like see you in the library almost everyday."

" Oh, uh, yeah that's right. You're right, sorry."

You pursed your lips as he went on fumbling and fidgeting with his hands. Gloomy and socially awkward. What a combo. 

" Uh so now that we've been introduced, um, I guess I should tell you why I brought you here haha," he said and finally stood up from his chair. He was pretty tall, and loomed over your huddled up self with ease. He was lanky, like a pole, and you shuddered. 

It was easy to forget in your addled brain that you were, in fact, in a very dangerous situation. When hunched in on himself, Javier didn't feel that threatening at all, but now it was clear that this could potentially be very nasty. Had he taken you for revenge of some kind? Did he somehow read your mind over the course of months and dislike the odd light you held him in? Or was it for something dumb like you badmouthing a friend of his? Who knows. If he was rich enough to have a ( pretty nicely decorated) room with a cell in it, then who knows what other crazy shit could be stirring in his head.

" Okay so… I know that you're friends with a lot of people. And um, everybody seems to like you even though you're kinda annoying," He started. Ouch. Coming from him that was not a good assessment of your character.

Still, he looked down at you expectantly after a few moments of silence. You blinked and waved for him to continue. He smiled ,like he'd been cheered on in race, and took a deep breath. 

" So if people think you're cool and like you, then it means that you're doing something right that I'm not." He placed his hands on the bars. They were so tightly gripped that you could see the paleness form on his brown skin. 

" I'll put this bluntly. You're good with people. I don't really get why, but you are, and I'm not. So I need you to help me out," he said. His tone was more serious than before, and the look of his face was anything but rational. In fact he looked void of any emotion.

" Let me guess... I don't really have a choice in this, do I?" You stated, eyes narrowed up at him. The tension held between the two of you was now fully out. If you didn't have a headache before, you certainly would've gotten one by now.

" Well," he said while leaning back," You do... but it would be kind of dumb considering where you're at and all." He looked you up and down as his last words came dripping out of his lips. His almost meek demeanor was completely gone by now.

" So uh, yeah, I need your help. Umm, this is a little weird, but I want you to help me date the girl that I've been in love with all year," he sighed out. You didn't miss the dreamy and wistful stare he held as he glanced up into the ceiling. 

" Wait? That's it?" You asked. Was this guy fucking with you? Like a cruel prank or whatever?

" Unfortunately yes..." he groaned out. " I'm going to be honest with you [Last Name], I'm...Well I'm hopeless. I've tried out so many different things to make me more appealing to her, but nothing works!" 

" So forcing me to be your, what? Chad alpha dude coach? Was you're next best option?" You asked, eyes wide and with the most amount of sarcasm you could muster. He nodded sadly as a sinking realization, even bigger than being kidnapped, came upon you.

You were going to have to get this crazy, antisocial, creepy, and downright pathetic guy with the girl of his dreams? Yeah, this was way too far out for even you.

You sighed ," So, let me get this straight. You kidnapped me so you could talk to a girl better."

He nodded.

" And you did this because you couldn't do it yourself."

He nodded again, looking a bit more embarrassed this time.

" And you're probably not going to let me go until you start dating this girl, are you?"

He winced, and you felt even more annoyed than you thought was possible. Oh yeah cause HE had the right to be bashful here. He cleared his throat gently, refusing to stare in your direction.

" Yes, um, if you help me date this girl before the next school year, then I will let you go," he said. Hints of that serious and firm nature you had previously seen came bubbling up again. You could see the coldness behind his lashes a mile away. Yeah, this guy was not okay. 

" What happens if you don't? Get with her I mean."

It was a simple question, really. Still, his head shot up from its limp state as he looked at you unblinking. His dark hair pooled at his shoulders, and the dim lighting of the room hardly allowed for a full look at him. Still, you could feel the dead gaze, unyielding and terrifying.  You shrunk back in shock. 

" Well, let's hope that doesn't happen," he said simply before leaving the room. The thud of the door and the click of the lock was deafening, and you flinched away. 

In the corner of a cold cell in an unfamiliar room, you pressed your hands to your face as you came to the conclusion that you were completely and utterly fucked.

[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

[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.”

[whoslinger]

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

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Leverage 4x7- "The Grave Danger Job"

[cowgyaru]

this cowboy shit ain’t no joke

[nthspecialll]

What do you think the boys would be like as older brothers to little sisters?

Canonly Javier is a very loving older brother, that much is canon as we hear him talk about his sister. He seems to miss her a lot. I believe that he would love to teach a younger sister to fish and other things either he or she might enjoy.

Dutch... I am a little conflicted about, because on one hand Dutch as we know it isn't that attentive to people around him unless he gains from it. However, there might be a special connection if they share blood, we know that he is still in contact with his family, so he might have this sense of glory over it. He would however expect a certian level of class from the sister as she would be an extention of him in both good and bad.

Hosea: Sweet man, absolutely sweet man. With his age the younger sister will likely also be up in the ages, so just watching out for her, helping her where it is needed, take her into town and just hang out.

Charles: If you know Noshir's headcanon for Charles family history... You know it ain't good. Charles is a very loyal man to his family, robbing for his dad despite not liking it and searching for his mother far after she got taken, however it never ended well and then when all strings were loose he went lose as well, killing and murdering. If he had another sister who lived, he might not have gotten so violent, he might not have gotten violent at all. It is the same ponder as "would Jack have gone after Ross had the Marston girl lived," they both did it because they had no one and had lost everything, but if Charles had a sister he would have had someone. So yeah, very sweet and caring, possibly protective.

John: I am a bit conflicted on this as well. Because we see how close Marston is with Abigail and Jack later once he has accepted them, however that love and cares largely also came from him maturing, and in 1899 he is not mature, he is seeking that respect he is too young to gain. He would probably he a bit absent, too focused on his own life and his own achievements.

Arthur: He still has loyality towards his dad despite him possibly not being the best guy and having died so long ago, so his relation to family is strong. You are likely going to see a very protective man, however, he does believe in genderroles, so likely he will be slightly pushing them onto a possible sister. So yes, he will take them out on trips, but it will be "appropriate" ones.

Lenny: He is more driven by revenge than family. His mother isn't dead, she was likely still in his life before Lenny went and killed his fathers killers. I imagine that he would love her, absolutely, but he is doing his own thing. So yes, very sweet with her, but he wouldn't be held back by her.

Sean: He would probably teach her everything he knew about ireland, teach her about their father's history, what happened to him and so on. They have a culture and a history and I imagine he wants her to have that as well, especially since she would have been less around their father than he.

Bill: A little sister might actually have saved him. All he wants is to be appriciated and validated, a sister could have done this and if she does, all the affection that Bill has to Dutch would go to her. He got a taste of it and he wants more.

Micah: Micah is more loyal to values than family, we see how it went with Amos. So he would keep her around to do chores as long as she didn't disagree with him.

[charseraph]

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