#javier escuella x m reader

[herbatalover]

Javier just being very in love with his very tall bf

please and thank you

A/N: I'M BACK. Because I'm sad, I have COVID and I'm miserable, thank you very much. Also my dog is snoring next to my ear so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes, she's distracting me. Anyway, enjoy

(English and Spanish are not my first languages, please forgive me for any grammatical errors)

Mi Amor

Javier x male reader

It was a chilly night in Colter. You were hovering over a fire, staring at it silently. It's been tough lately, the gang lost many people. But you kept your hope for a better tomorrow.

However stress was eating you out. Your boyfriend, Javier went out with Arthur to look for John. It's been a while since they were gone, and seeing how the snow kept coming, you couldn't help but feel scared that they got stuck in it. If not, some hungry wild animal got to them.

It wouldn't get much from Javier, you tried to cheer yourself up. He's thin and short, not much meat. Well, short compared to you. But thinking about it, he was shorter than some members of the gang. Non of them could compete with you, of course.

You were... Well, tall is an understatement. You were almost a head taller than Charles, who was the tallest from the whole gang. But even you outgrew him. You used to be slightly insecure about it, seeing your background, but Javier loved it ever since he met you. He always made you feel loved, he had a gift in that. Whenever you were at your lowest, or overthinking, he came to cheer you up.

But he wasn't here now. In fact, you didn't know where he was. You weren't even sure if you'll see him again. Out of all people in the camo, why was he the one that decided to go? Why couldn't it be Bill or Lenny? They would've done better. This fool isn't even made for a weather like that, he's Mexican after all!

But before you could go any further down the road of worry, you heard horses outside. Not long after, the familiar voices of your beloved. Oh, yes, and Arthur's too.

You jumped up, excited. Delighted even. You ran to the source of the sounds, seeing as others were helping John down from the horse, Abigail immediately going to scold him. You rolled your eyes. She could give him a break at least now.

Before you could observe what was happening after, you felt arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug.

"oh, mi amor! I was so worried will you manage without me!" The short Mexican cried out, hiding his face in your chest. You immediately slapped the back of his head.

"you worried?" You frowned, sending down a glare. But upon seeing him rubbing the back of his head, your gaze softened. You hugged him, picking him up a bit. A gesture he loved. "I thought I lost you... What took you so long?"

Javier chuckled nervously, nuzzling to you, the exhaustion washing over him.

"got some company on our way back..." He muttered, sighing softly. You smiled a bit, rubbing his back, watching him.

"I hope nothing serious?"

"wolves"

"then it wasn't anything serious" You laugh at his offended gasp before getting a light punch on your stomach.

"I could've been eaten!"

"noo, they wouldn't go after you. Look at you. You're a cute type. Not a meal you'd want to eat"

"oh you said something different that one night-" you covered his mouth before he could finish, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks. Yes, it was a nice night, but not the type you'd want the whole gang to hear about.

"oh shut your mouth pendejo..."

"esto es por que te amo" he chuckled softly, taking your hand off of his mouth, taking your collar and pulling you down into a soft kiss. You blink few times, surprised before smiling slightly, kissing back.

Javier was a fool. You knew that. But he was your fool. And you'd be damned if you didn't merry that fool sooner or later. He always found ways to throw you off your feet.

And it was easy, considering the height difference.

^^^^^^

!! Any mistakes in the Spanish parts are fully my fault, I'm still learning it but Google Translate showed that I wrote the sentence correctly, so it's partly it's fault as well. !!

[livingdeadmlm]

Kinktober Day 2: Voyeurism with Javier Escuella

Pronouns: The reader isn't referred to as a man, but it is said that if they were to sleep with men, they could be in danger.

Physical Sex: can be any gender

How far are things going?: Not full-blow sex; however, both Reader and Javier are jerking off at the same time.

Warnings: jerking off, Javier being a pervert, the reader being into it. MDNI

Outline: Reader has been cought bu Javier before, but that dosent stop reader from having some me time again. Especially when they spot a fimilair shape around their tent late at night

What inspired me to write how I did: Nothing!

Other: If you have any characters you want featured this month send an ask! and i will try to fit them in as i am trying to write for more people this month!!

Long days can lead to even longer nights if you have the energy. But you didn’t have the privilege of bedding up with someone as you didn’t quite fancy women, and well if you attempted to ask another man, you were sure to be run out of town on a good day and worse on any other. So here you sat, aching in your tent alone. While some men were still dragging themselves around, most weren’t of a clear mind or even thinking of stopping by your tent. 

Your belt clinked lightly as you pulled off your heavy jeans. You kept your underwear on for plausible deniability in Case another incident occurred, like a few weeks ago. 

The campfire had almost been ash as you began to palm yourself through your jeans. It was hard to ignore your desire for virtually any of the men in camp. However, one man seems explicitly to always make comments about you. Javier. 

“Hey, Jefe! Are those new pants? Went out to spoil yourself, huh?” “Hey, why don’t you join me for a little knife play? It's getting boring just playing with myself.” When he played his music other times after the incident, he would always stare if you went to your tent, even for just a moment.

A night just like this one, except you two were the only ones in camp; you took the opportunity with great stride to get yourself off. You’d grown used to touching yourself in silence, but it never hurt to have the time to be able to moan and move around on your cot. The gentle guitar playing lets you know that 1. Javier was busy, and 2. There was some noise close enough to him to drown you out. So you started.

You yanked down your pants, pulling down your underwear to go to town on yourself. Oddly enough, the music Javier played helped you keep the rhythm. You were so in your mind imagining a man taking over and touching you himself and marking up your neck and taking a firm hold on your hair. A man kissing you with so much desperation that it felt like he wanted to be one with you. 

Soft moans escaped your mouth as you lost focus on everything else. Losing so much focus, you didn’t hear the music stop; you didn't see the shadow of Javier's body grow large against your tent before he made his entrance. “Amigo! Why don’t you join me by the fire-? OH SHIT.” He had fallen backward on his ass, yelling he was sorry in both languages he knew in a panic. You heard his footsteps retreat to the campfire and a bit farther. 

You sat up in your bed, pulling the wool blanket over yourself. You felt like you were on fire. You did not want him to see you like that when you two didn’t even spend much time together in the first place. Who goes from glances and longing stares when one didn’t have a shirt on to see the other jerk off? Javier. 

While you couldn’t fully indulge, being able to get any friction seemed to melt away the day's stress. The feeling of your hands being muffled by your underwear was a different type of pleaser that made you feel more desperate. The pit in your stomach got warmer as you imagined being walked in again; maybe this time, he’d step in and join you instead of walking out. Despite the work you all did, his lips looked soft, contrasting his strong nose and stern features. His hair is well taken care of and brushed daily to frame his face perfectly. A low groan escaped your throat. Since he has walked in on you, he gave you a new nickname, Jefe. You weren’t sure what it meant because when you had asked random city Spanish speakers you ran into, they looked at you confused. It means “Boss.” He had been teasingly calling you “boss,” which confused you for such a strong character he had. While you didn't take things lying down, you also weren't as overpowering as he was.

He also began giving you items of clothing he had for you to wear, such as his shawl, his red tie, and even his hat, which he got a kick out of. He’d almost get offended if you took it off. 

The soft glow of the lantern you kept outside your tent caught a shadow. Before panicking, you realized the figure was slowly moving outside your tent, a very familiar bowler hat being unmistakable. You couldn’t help but continue the touches as the figure settled beside your cot and sat on the outside floor. You let out a small moan, watching for movement and movement you saw.

Javier leaned back, making a small dent in your tent's wall, and from the sound of the fabric moving, you could tell he was also taking his pants off. The slight rattle of the chain that adorned his vest gave away the rhythm of his hand movement. You matched his movement, letting a low string of moans leave your mouth just for him to hear. Over the next few seconds, his boots scraped against the dirt, and an idea hit you. 

“Oh, Javier..!”

You saw his body tense, but his hand never stopped moving. You felt flushed. If he had been caught, would he want you to see? You didn’t want to ruin the illusion, so you kept at the small gasps and sounds. His choked breathing could be heard, with a slight wet sound that felt so dirty. His shadow showed that he had moved to his knees, one hand bracing himself against the ground. You couldn’t help but imagine being under him or on top of him. Were his eyes open? Half lidded? Or were they closed to focus on the noises you were making? Would he whine more if you were masturbating together?

You finally reached into your underwear to keep up with the speed he was going. You continued to moan his name before it became cries, and you finally came undone. Your legs felt weak as Javier let out a hushed moan. His pants slowed down, as did your own. His body slumped back down once again, leaning on your tent wall. You didn't want to speak to him directly and hoped his horned-up mind would ignore it. In your best sultry voice, you whispered, "Hmm, I should ask him to join someday.” You saw him perk up, slowly get up from his sitting spot, and stumble back to his tent for the night. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach at the idea of him joining you next time you wanted to have some alone time.

[whoyacallinyellow]

Borrowed Time

Javier Escuella x F! reader

Spoilers: major RDR2 events chapters 1-6 Content: 18+, Javier angst, loyalty, dramatic, possessive, referenced/implied sex, canon typical events & violence, possible unintentional spelling mistakes, google translated Spanish Type: changed to second pov (wc - 2278) / pc: pinterest Prompt / inspiration credit: @/red-dead-do-over246

Summary: Javier has changed after his time in Guarma. With what’s left of the gang, his loyalty between you and Dutch becomes convoluted.

You gazed at Beaver Hollow’s entrance, which resided Javier, stiff as a board, shoulders squared and hips narrowed. Pacing every so often as he fiddled with his carbine. 

The sight alone made you cringe, pitying the feller who stumbled upon the camp while Javier was on shift. 

Drawing attention to your presence with steady steps, he turned towards you in a trance, eyes clouded over with deep thought. 

“Hello.” Javier greeted absentmindedly, rolling up the sleeves of tattered shirt. 

“You alright?” He wondered softly, as if he was nearly confused by your sudden presence. 

“Of course.” You replied, hoping the matched tenderness of your tone was convincing enough.

“I was jus’ wondering if we could talk? You still haven’t told me what happened in uh— Guarma.” You proposed hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Just thinking about the boys ending up there made your head spin. 

“Can it wait? I needa focus, things are complicated right now— ‘nd I’m sure Ms. Grimshaw needs you.” He replied, an automatic response he has given you more than once since his return. 

You sighed, gazing down at his recently shined cowboy boots. Javier held so much loyalty, you wondered if he had lost himself in the process. As if he broke out of his trance he shuffled around, rubbing a harsh calloused hand down his mouth and chin. 

“Okay— ok, sure, mi amor— come.” He rambled softly with a disoriented head shake. Javier trudged up to you and placed a gentle hand on your back, ushering you to a nearby log. 

After a brief moment of silence he sighed tiredly, if you did not know any better, you would think it was in relief. Waiting for you to break the ice, he wrapped an arm around you and welcomed you into his warm embrace. 

“I— I thought you were dead, Javier…” you trailed off, your face being a constant reminder of how much you worried and cared about the man. You felt his grip tighten in reassurance before speaking. 

“Dead? Oh— mi amor, you know I would never leave you.” He cooed, his silky voice nearly resembling the man he used to be. 

You abruptly leaned away from him, eyes glossy from the tears that welled up. His rough thumbs responded almost immediately with small shushing noises exiting under his breath. He began stroking your cheeks, preparing for the tears threatening to fall. 

“Please no tears.” He whispered, the sight of you broke his heart— he knew his love didn’t deserve this, but you had to trust him. 

“‘M scared, I dunno what’s goin’ on anymore.” Your voice shook, chest heaving as you desperately tried to blink away the tears. You had always tried to be strong for him, the last thing you wanted was for him to be distracted while on a job.  

“Don’t be, hermosa, there’s a rat in the gang, s’all. We're takin’ care of it.” Javier’s vague words left a lot of room for interpretation, causing you to shutter nervously. Poor Molly was all you think about, and how her love for Dutch killed her in the end.  

“I know you would never... mi novia, I know.” Javier reassured, catching onto your fearful thoughts.

“Now, what about that talk?” He changed the subject, planting a small kiss upon the crown of your head before leaning away. 

You paused with a deep breath, with everything that has happened since Black Water, you were not sure how the man would react anymore. Things have changed more than you expected since the two of you have joined the gang. 

“Well, I found a place, it’s a bit to the west—“ You began hesitantly. 

“A place? Why didn’t you say? That’s great, I’ll let Dutch know.” He cut off your timid words, grinning brightly, a rare smile you usually can’t force out of him if you tried. 

“Not for the gang.” You quickly added as Javier frowned in confusion, staring at you over his brow-line. 

“A small cabin with a garden, birds in the pines up yonder.” You describe in awe, in attempts to win him over. The both of you gazed off the small cliff side, trying to imagine the place despite the reality of the damp smog you currently resided in. 

“It ain’t Tahiti, but it’ll be quiet for us.” You continued, not noticing the concerned look plastered upon the man. 

Javier hummed gently in consideration, entertaining your thoughts as he conceptualized your vision of a quiet life as a farm man, just for a moment. 

“Don’t we already have that? I mean— besides the cabin.” Javier asked, suddenly sizing you up. His stare possessed a dreadful amount of tension and certainty— as if his question were a test. 

You met Javier's tranquil stare; a long hardened face, he was simply a husk of a man he once was. It felt like years ago when he would treat you so tenderly, like a prize he had won and held sacred, something he could only have. His gentle, yet timid hands that used to run along your figure in the night now seemed like a mere dream. 

No longer a bright eyed cowboy, but a dangerous outlaw, consumed in drunken power and delusion, his trigger happily gunning down any poor soul that dares to get in his way— or look at him the wrong way. 

This new reality broke everyone, Javier was no exception. Bandoliers decorated his vested torso, his wounds earned in Guarma still raw, paying it no mind to rest and heal. 

“You sure you’re alright?” His words broke through your clouded mind, you gazed back at his prying eyes in hesitation. 

“Leave with me. Let’s run away.” The words finally escaped you, your heart now pounding in your ears. The added tension was bound to break at any moment. 

The outlaw now lazily wore a cigarette on his lip, it sagging ever so slightly as he contemplated your words carefully. Javier seemed to always deliberately think about what you said; that is just the kind of man he is. But if he could properly rationalize his reaction was a shot in the dark. Before too long his dull eyes turned ablaze in blinded fury as if you spoke blasphemy. 

A sharp breath exited his nose, his broken fists clenched at his side as he prepared to speak, a powder keg waiting to blow. 

“My bones break for you, I’ve killed for you, fuck— amor, if I didn’t know any better I’d die for you.” Javier’s words cut through the air like knives, sharp but quiet. 

“—and now you’re asking to leave? Is my loyalty not good enough— have I not proven worthy to you?” He ranted, presenting a side you had not seen before. 

But you had no defense, Javier was the most loyal lover and companion you ever had. Time and time again he proved that, with no hesitation he would put himself in between any dangers you could face. A promise he made to himself that night, unable to bear the thought of losing you. Additional scars and wounds that would be nonexistent if he were not protecting an extension of himself. 

“Answer me!” He shouted, not caring if the gang— or what was left of it heard.

“Why can’t you trust me?” Javier’s voice suddenly lowered again in betrayal, like a horse who finally broke under the stress of Dutch van der Linde’s wrath. 

“Javier—“ You mumbled softly in shock, begging for some sort of reasoning from the outlaw. 

“I trust you, Javier, it’s—“

“Then what do you want from me?” He spat, arms gesturing out in frustration. 

“I want you, Javier.” 

“Me?!— I am yours! I’ve been yours since that night at the lake! Whether you know that or not, estúpida.”

That night you two had snuck away for a swim while the gang rested in Clemens Point. The lake looked like glass, reflecting off the starry night, only to be broken by your intimacy. Your eager fingertips ran over the cowboys scars and insecurities, gentle lips trailing down his olive skin, from his cheeks to his collarbone, covering every area not submerged. 

In midst of Javier’s vulnerabilities he couldn’t do anything but hold you dumbfoundedly, his trembling hands resting underneath your thighs which wrapped around his hips. The close contact made blood rush to his head, and among other places. 

He remained that way for the entire swim, afraid to make the wrong move and scare you off, despite your naked body quite literally holding onto his, an unmistakable gesture for the trust you held for him. 

Javier swore up and down there were twice as many stars in the sky that night, which only encouraged him to make that promise to you. It was also that night he knew you officially had to be his, despite Micah’s advances—

“If you trust me, you’d trust Dutch’s plan.” He offered calmly, resting a hand on his belt. 

“They’re picking us off one by one— Javi, we’re on borrowed time, you must see that.” 

Javier adjusted his neck handkerchief, gaze locked on the ground away from you and the camp dwellers. 

“Why don’t’cha go, Dutch needs me strong.” He murmured simply, unaware of the extent you would obey. 

Your hands ran along the crumbling log bark before raising to your feet, wishing the man could see things how he used too. Quiet foreign curses and phrases then fired off the outlaws tongue while you departed, you recognized some of the words being that of a female dog. As you spun on your heel, the entire gang silently watched the dispute unfold from camp. 

“Fine! Sit here and wait for Dutch to turn the water into wine!” 

“Oh fuck off, chica!”

And those were the last words he spoke to you, they painstakingly replayed in his mind for the rest of the day. No one dared to ask the short-tempered outlaw what happened— not even Micah. 

The following day Javier figured he’d offer an apology to you, and perhaps convince you to prolong the running away. Emerging into your shared tent that early morning revealed an empty cot, along with your ransacked belongings at a disarray. 

After asking around camp, no one seemed to know where you wandered off to, everyone had problems of their own— the girls spat curses at him after witnessing yesterday's event, they were the least likely to talk, especially after what happened to Molly. 

The guilt and worry ate him alive throughout the day, he spent it scouting around, fearing the worst— what kind of man was he if he couldn’t keep the only promise he made? 

Defeated, the outlaw rode back into camp, Dutch lecturing him about his prolonged absence, while Micah sat at the wooden table behind them. A shit eating grin plastered on his face. 

Javier’s suspicions grew as his temper shortened, afterall, Micah was the only one he didn’t ask. 

“See my girl today? Hope not, for your sake.” He asked casually, gesturing towards the man. Micah grinned at his obvious uneasiness, dragging his boots from the table. 

“I was gon’ follow ‘er, partner, honest, but she’d threaten to gun me down, of sorts.” He shrugged, stretching out his arms lazily. 

“Where is she?” Javier demanded with a shout, further approaching Micah. 

“Easy now.” He replied, reaching slowly into his inner vest pocket, then presented a folded piece of paper he had nabbed from the tent after you fled. 

With an aggressive snatch of the paper, Javier read your note, a western cattle town scribbled down with a simple “I’ll wait for you.” 

Written so beautifully, he ran his fingers over the letters, but was rudely interrupted by a certain condescending voice.  

“So— is she our rat, amigo?” 

Javier glared at the man over the paper he clutched, unable to speak. 

“Ah, well, I knew she was no good, shoulda just let me have—” 

“Shut up, Micah— Don’t speak of her.” He hissed after a contemplating pause, desperately trying to restrain himself from disposing his pent up anger on the shyster. 

“C’mon cowpoke… only jokin’, ya’know how women are.” 

“Sure. You weren’t this chipper the nights she’d lay with me, cabrón.” Javier growled, taking a step closer to him, cracked knuckles beginning to bleed from the strain— anything to get the bastard to shut up. 

Micah chuckled sourly, his teeth gritting as he rocked in his chair. 

“Whatever you say, Mr. Escuella.”

Javier spat at the bastard's feet before crumpling up the letter with a toss, he then watched the paper engulf in flames and eventually turn to ash. But his love for you remained. 

That same night Javier sat on the edge of the path, unbothered to stand for his shift, revolver placed in the dirt next to him. 

He dug his boot into the dirt, creating a little divot with his heel, which only made his injured leg burn and sting, the pain keeping his mind at bay. 

Restlessly propped up against the same log the pair sat yesterday, he sighed in despair, freeing his aching head from his bowler hat. 

The cigarette Javier desperately puffed on nearly burnt his bloody fingers, his cheek puffy and purple. For what it was worth the outlaw would have killed Micah with his fists alone if Charles wasn't around to pry him off. Flicking away his ash he ran his fingers over the bloody patch, his mind unable to stray away from you. 

Leaning back on the log, Javier gazed up into the nights sky— and there were twice as many stars as usual— he huffed shakily, thinking of your words out loud. 

“Borrowed time.”

~

[kylesgarrick]

I would love to see javier x male reader!! Maybe something where reader gifts javier a present?

i realised that like i havent completed a single ask, and i swear im getting to them (maybe in a year or so), but i REALLY wanted to do this!

javier escuella x male reader, criticism always appreciated. i chose to not include that much spanish, i don’t speak spanish and do not want to butcher it or makes any of my spanish readers uncomfortable, sorry. set in chapter 1 :) DID NOT PROOF READ

javier has been stressed recently, it’s hard to get through winter by itself, but its been even worse after everything that happened at blackwater. the whole gang was barely getting by and he wasn’t sure everyone would survive the winter. he tried to not worry you too much and act confident in dutchs plans, but you could practically read his mind.

you saw how he was getting less and less sleep, staying up thinking about what happened on that boat with the pinkertons. how he was clinging onto you whenever he could, acting like you were gonna leave him or die if he wasn’t there with you. you wanted to treat him to something nice, get rid of his worries or atleast make him feel slightly better, even if it lasts only an hour.

so the second you hear that javier is going on another stressful mission to try kill colm o’driscoll with dutch and a few others, you decide to go looking for something to surprise him with. yes, it was a dumb idea. you probably shouldn’t have done it in the winter alone, especially after what happened with john and the wolves. but you honestly couldn’t care less, javier deserved something nice.

while you were waving them goodbye, javier gave you one big hug, and a little kiss on the cheek. most people were okay with you and javier being two men inlove, but it was still the 1800s and you weren’t going to get murdered for your love. you caught micah scoffing in disgust at the sight of you two and you roll your eyes, before drifting your attention back to javier.

“stay safe, love” you say, as javier wraps his arms around your waist and you put your arm around his neck, the rest of the gang was still preparing themselves for the mission. he smiles softly, “i will, amor.” you exchange one last kiss, before he gets on his horse and rides out with the rest of the gang.

once you make sure they’re out of seeing distance, you hop on your horse and ride into the snowy forest, looking for things to get for him. you end up finding an old pocket watch and a piece of wood. perfect! you could try carve him something, like a mini guitar or a horse. you rode back to camp, thinking of what you could do.

you go into your tent and begin carving a mini guitar for him, after a few hours he gets home and you quickly put it under your pillow and run over to him, pulling him in for a hug and a kiss, he laughs as you practically jump up on him, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you back. “someone’s excited to see me” he smiles, and you smile back at him.

“i have a surprise for you” you whisper in his ear, before leading him back to the tent. he was clearly thinking of some other surprise with the way he was shamelessly looking at your ass while smirking. when you get inside the tent, you reach under your pillow, getting nervous that he might not like it. when you pull out the mini hand-carved guitar sculpture, he gasps, eyes wide.

he stares at it in shock “you did this for me?” he says, as he sits down next to you and admires the mini sculpture. “i just thought that you’ve been stressed lately, i wanted to do something nice.” he looks at you, he places the sculpture in his lap before resting his hand on your cheek, bringing you in for a deep kiss. his lips were soft, and you felt his facial hair tickle your face, making you giggle a bit. he deepened the kiss, grabbing your waist as you straddled his lap, you finally break the kiss and rest your forehead against his. “i love you, javier.” “i love you more, my sweet thing”

ending is rushed! i can make a smut pt2 if you guys want :) this is so bad im sorry😭 barely any of its even about javier ARBE anon, if you dont like it and want me to redo it, just ask!!

[sweetjuniperandboiledsatan]

Chapter 29 – Further Questions of Female Suffrage

Full story here: Not a Doctor, Not an Angel Either Rating: M Pairing: John Marston x F!Reader; Javier Escuella x F!Reader Word count: 39,387 Chapters: 29/41 Warnings: Sexual content, mention of alcohol and cigarettes, blood, violence

In the past few weeks you've spent with Sadie, she had told you repeatedly that you wouldn't truly learn unless you've seen action, and each time she brought it up, you easily dismissed the notion, thinking it might have just been her own version of tough love. You've never given it much thought, really—until now.

You found yourself a couple of miles away from Shady Belle, taking cover behind a boulder, its rough texture pressing against your fingers. The midday sun blazed overhead as Sadie cautiously surveyed the clearing ahead. She informed you casually that there may be about a dozen or more Lemoyne Raiders that had set up a camp there.

You fumbled with your Colt revolver, your hands slightly trembling with apprehension. "I've never shot anyone, Sadie," you muttered as you tried to wrap your head around the reality of the situation. "I've never killed anyone. I don't think I ever can!"

You have desperately tried to explain to her that target practice and taking down the occasional deer were already more than enough, considering before all these, the mere recoil of a gun would send you staggering backward. Now that you could manage to hit a bottle or two out of five in a row, you'd like to believe your lessons were already over, and she had taught you everything you could possibly learn.

Today, however, Sadie had a point to make – as far as she was concerned, lessons weren't over yet.

"Listen, darlin'," Sadie said reassuringly, "I get that this ain't what you signed up for, but sometimes, life deals us a hand we never expected. We ain't lookin' for trouble, but if it comes our way, we need to be ready."

You stole a glance at your Colt, its metal glinting brightly in the sun. You felt your heart pounding relentlessly. The thought of aiming your weapon at another human being sent shivers down your spine, but then you firmly reminded yourself why you were here in the first place.

The only reason why you asked for this crazy woman's help was so you could stop feeling sorry for yourself. You've been so weak and helpless all this time. Perhaps knowing how to fight back could've made all the difference that day your father was killed, or when the Braithwaites took Jack or even the last time you went face to face with your father's murderer.

"You're gonna be just fine. I got your back," she said, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. Her eyes remained fixed on the makeshift tents ahead.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you whispered more to yourself than anyone else, "Alright. Fuck. FUCK. Let's do this."

Sadie's plan was straightforward (at least to her, anyway). Given the odds you faced, your best bet would be to approach the camp quietly. Sadie would take the offensive, eliminating any stragglers on the outskirts, as you provided cover. As you get closer, you were to stay low, keep an eye out for any Raiders, and keep covering fire as she maneuvered.

"You see any one of 'em, you point and shoot," Sadie instructed. There was no room for hesitation. She reminded you – just aim, shoot, and keep her alive.

As the two of you braced yourself for the attack, you heard the bushes behind you rustle, causing your heart to leap into your throat. You swivelled around, Colt at the ready.

"Woah, woah, woah, easy there, partner!" Javier whispered. You've shot him once accidentally, and he had no intention whatsoever of going through that again. Arthur was with him. The pair approached you and Sadie, and now, all four of you were huddled together in a rather humorous display of caution.

Arthur leaned in, whispering just loud enough for the group, "We were out fishing and saw you ladies headin' this way. Armed like that, sure didn't seem like a goddamned Sunday picnic you were planning on." Arthur said.

"So what's the plan?" Javier chimed in enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together.

Sadie shook her head at the audacity but instantly realised that a significant advantage had just presented itself. She leaned in closer to you, "Seems like we've got ourselves an impromptu raiding party, darlin'. The more, the merrier, I s'pose. I don't want you getting killed on your first rodeo, and with these two around, we'll have some extra insurance."

She looked at your faces and decisively directed, "Javier, you're with me. Arthur, you're with [Y/N]."

With that settled, you and Arthur swiftly moved to a huge tree, giving you a vantage point over the Lemoyne Raiders' camp. The heat was stifling, but the intensity of the upcoming confrontation made the air feel even heavier. The tree was a little further from the action, but it provided enough cover for both of you.

Arthur readied his revolvers. Every so often, his gaze flitted to you, but you purposely averted your eyes. You clutched your weapon tighter, your palms slick with sweat.

"What? We still ain't talking?"

Taking a moment, you replied, "Just make sure I don't end up dead, Mr. Morgan, and we can call it even."

A faint smirk played on his lips, but his eyes remained serious. "Don't you worry none, I ain't gonna let that happen," he whispered, his voice steady. You found his seemingly calm demeanour, like he'd been through this dance a million times before, both comforting and slightly disconcerting.

Sadie made the first move, expertly dispatching two unsuspecting Raiders who had ventured dangerously close to her spot (most probably to take a piss). Gunshots broke immediately after, the acrid scent of the gunpowder filling the air. That was your signal. Arthur and Javier followed suit, making every bullet count as they maneuvered through the Raiders' camp.

For you, however, time seemed to stand still as the sounds of the battle overwhelmed you – the pop and crack of firearms and the desperate cries of each Raider they've successfully taken down. 'Move! Damn it, move! Just point and shoot, that's all!' But no matter how much you berated yourself, your feet remained rooted to the ground.

Arthur was already a few paces ahead. He turned around to check if you were right behind him. His eyes widened with concern when he noticed you weren't advancing. 

"Move, [Y/N], now!" he urged you in desperation, momentarily letting his guard down.

Then you saw it. As your partner grew increasingly distracted by your inaction, he had failed to notice a Raider creeping up, his weapon raised. He had Arthur dead to rights. Without thinking, instincts taking over, you aimed your Colt and fired – pop! Pop! The bullets hit the Raider just as he was about to pull the trigger on Arthur. The man fell, a surprised expression on his face as he crumpled to the ground.

Arthur looked at you, stunned. "Nice shot!" He called out, a sense of relief and admiration in his voice. "Now get over here!"

The fight continued around you, and there was no time to dwell on the life you had just taken. With each subsequent shot and move you made, you found your rhythm, your reactions sharpening as the minutes passed. Arthur, meanwhile, never strayed too far from your side. He fought fiercely, but every so often, his eyes would search for you amidst the chaos, making sure you were safe.

The hideout was slowly cleared, and as the last Raider fell, a tense silence settled over your surroundings. You looked at your companions. Their faces were smeared with dirt and sweat, a few scratches and bruises here and there, but alive, nonetheless.

Sadie clapped you on the back, "You did good out there."

As you prepared for the journey home, the adrenaline from the fight began to ebb away, and you felt a sharp, persistent pain on the side of your abdomen. You had dismissed it at first, but the pain and discomfort only grew more pronounced.

"Hey, you alright?" Javier asked, noticing the discomfort you were in. Reluctantly, you lifted your shirt, revealing its source. Your face drained of colour as you saw the dark stain on the clothing, the vivid red of fresh blood.

Sadie's eyes widened with alarm, and Arthur was quick to approach. "Dammit." He muttered under his breath.

"It looks like it just grazed you," Sadie observed – she was right. The wound appeared to be superficial, most likely a bullet grazing your side rather than penetrating deeply – a stroke of luck, you thought, realising that should you have stood inches away from your spot earlier, you would've been pretty much dead by now.

Still, you knew that even seemingly minor wounds could turn serious if left untreated. With trembling hands, you pressed a cloth against the wound, applying gentle pressure to slow the bleeding. The pain was sharp.

Javier watched with concern. "You're gonna be alright," he assured you. "It's not too bad. We need to get you home and patch you up."

*

Back at the camp, the four of you made quite the sight. With your arm draped over Javier's shoulders for support, you leaned heavily on him while Sadie took the lead, guiding your unsteady steps toward your tent. Arthur followed close from behind. The commotion drew the attention of several gang members, who watched in curious concern. Dutch and Hosea stood from their seats on the veranda, their eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"It's fine. I can do this." You tried to convince them. But they were having none of it.

Sadie gave you a stern look, her eyes unyielding. "You ain't in any condition to be actin' tough," she stated matter-of-factly.

Javier gently cut you off. "Stop being stubborn." He helped you inside, carefully setting you down on the bedroll. The dim interior was a stark contrast to the dying light outside. His eyes constantly darted from your face to the injury on your side. You began to instruct him, but your voice came out weaker than you had anticipated.

"Javier... get my bag," you whispered, grimacing from the pain.

He quickly did as he was told. As he started cleaning the wound, he looked up, his dark eyes searching yours for assurance. He tried to be gentle, but his uncertainty was evident.

"Easy there," you whispered, wincing slightly when he accidentally pressed a bit too close to the wound.

Javier's eyes widened in alarm. "Lo siento," he whispered apologetically. "I'm trying to be careful, but..."

"It's okay. Just listen, and I'll tell you what to do." Despite the pain, you gave him a small, reassuring smile.

Outside the tent, you could hear the faint murmurs of Sadie and Arthur's conversation, occasionally glancing inside to see how you were doing.

"Ain't' too bad for your first time, huh." Arthur quipped, peeking into the tent and handing you a flask of whiskey. You took a swig, the fiery liquid providing temporarily relief as it dulled the biting sting of your injury. You exhaled deeply, savouring the brief reprieve as Javier diligently tended to your wound.

"What the hell happened?!" John's voice was agitated, jolting you from your moment of respite, as he pushed past Arthur and Sadie to get a look at you. His eyes locked onto the wound, then Javier's hands, covered in your blood. His face contorted in anger and worry, and his eyes met yours for a brief moment. but it felt more like an eternity.

You did tell him last night you’d talk today, but you purposefully went out with Sadie (although at that point, you were oblivious to what she had planned all along) using it as a convenient excuse to avoid him.

"We got her, John," Arthur assured him, indicating that now might not be the best time for too many questions.

***

[gaybatmanenthusiast]

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REQUEST ARE OPEN! I DONT WRITE HEADCANONS OR SCENARIOS, I ALSO DONT WRITE SMUT/LEMON .ᐟ

I DONT WRITE FOR X F! READERS UNLESS A FRIEND OR MUTUAL REQUESTS. DONT ASK FOR X F! IN REQUESTS PLEASE .ᐟ

SCREAM

BILLY LOOMIS

⟡ ݁₊ . (series: his gaze) part one ★ part two (m!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - a killing heartbreak (gn!)

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HAIKYUU!!

KUROO TETSURŌ

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - the morning after (gn!)

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THE WALKING DEAD

ABRAHAM FORD

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - fighting together! (gn!)

MICHONNE GRIMES

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - healing wounds (gn!)

RICK GRIMES

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - rescued by the sheriff (m!)

NEGAN SMITH

⟡ ݁₊ . (drabble) - kitchen romance (gn!)

GLENN RHEE

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - finding eachother (m! brother)

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RESIDENT EVIL

LEON S. KENNEDY

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - rescue (gn!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (drabble) - Harmonies (gn!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - Partners in crime (m!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - whispers in the night (gn!)

CARLOS OLIVERIA

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - grocery store (gn!)

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TLOU

ELLIE WILLIAMS

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - grief (stand alone)

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RDR2

ARTHUR MORGAN

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - a night by the fire (gn!)

JAVIER ESCUELLA

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - bridges beyond words (gn!)

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ONE PIECE

ZORO

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - sailing hearts (m!)

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THE 100

BELLAMY BLAKE

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - sheltered hearts (m!)

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HARRY POTTER

RON WEASLEY

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - serendipitous love (m!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - brewing romance (m!)

DRACO MALFOY

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - loyalty divided (m!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - brewing bonds (m!)

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STARDEW VALLEY

SEBASTIAN

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) starry night ride (m!)

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DC

THE JOKER

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - dancing with darkness (m!)

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TUA

FIVE HARGREEVES

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - an unordinary encounter (m!)

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SKINS (UK)

SIDNEY JENKINS

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - no title (m!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - unspoken confessions (gn!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - lost in translation (m!)

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THE MAZE RUNNER

GALLY

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - healing paths (m!)

⟡ ݁₊ . (oneshot) - realisations in silence (m!)

[thepuckishrogue]

Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: What You Want, What You Need

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

|| ao3 version | f!reader | m!reader ||

|| javier m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: The absolutely unreal levels of thirst I have for this man ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((is2g, if I see any minors interacting with my stuff it’s ~on sight~)) ↠ Chronology: In the here and now because it’s a Modern AU ↠ CWs/TWs: There a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (Reader receiving), jealous Javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (Reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (Reader receiving). For a complete and more detailed listing see the note below the cut. And if I missed anything, please let me know!! ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 7.5k~

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.” “You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

A Modern AU in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. In return Javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

He’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

‼ PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NO LONGER POSTING NEW WORKS TO THIS ACCOUNT ‼

The only reason I’m putting the GN version on here is because it doesn’t make sense to break them up. If you want to keep up with my work, head over to my writing blog, linked above. ((that’s where the link for my rdr m.list will take you, btw))

Anyways! Sorry it took me so long to write this. I have no excuse aside from being lazy and not wanting to cringe my way through reading my old writing lol.

Also! I’m trying something new, as far as translations go. Instead of having them all at the top of the post, they’re now directly under the paragraph they appear in. Imo this makes for an easier read, but if it’s having the opposite effect let me know; if enough people are having problems with it I’ll go back to the old format.

((also, also—I’m naught but a basic ass English speaker and thusly all translations are still internet-sourced, so if they’re wrong please refrain from coming for me lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns || Reader has ambiguous anatomy || Reader is POC friendly || M!dom/sub dynamics (with Reader being a low-key bratty sub until they sweeten up) || public teasing, but make it ~sexy~ (Javi receiving) || fingering (Reader receiving) || orgasm denial (Reader receiving) || penetrative sex (Reader receiving) || rough treatment/sex (tho not overly so) || one SARCASTIC use of “daddy/papi” || lots of pet names (including that “good baby” type beat, Reader receiving) || Reader purposefully making Javi jealous (in a playful, non-toxic way lol) || Charles is an accomplice in the aforementioned foolishness (there’s an… implied understanding there*) || naturally that means there’s a certain level of exhibitionism but it’s all R-rated stuff || arm binding via a scarf (Reader receiving) || light choking (Reader receiving) || lots of praise (Reader receiving b/c that’s Javi’s jam) || voice kink stuff (goes both ways) || ((write that off to OP being a self-indulgent shit once again lol)) || orgasm control (Reader receiving)

*So basically after fucking around Reader finds out that Javi’s not one to be teased after he winds them up only to leave them wanting. Reader, wanting to get back at him for not finishing the job, utilizes one of their mutual friends (Charles) to stoke a little jealousy, but I swear it’s not as toxic as it sounds lmao. It’s less about actually making him jealous and more about fraying his ironclad sense of control by triggering his possessive streak… Which, okay, still sounds bad I suppose, but there’s being possessive and then there’s being possessive in a hella toxic way; Javi is the latter. What’s more it’s implied that the three of them have an understanding of sorts, so it’s all in good fun.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?” ((my love))

Yes, your body screams as his hand works against your center, the drag of his callouses creating a delicious friction with every pass over the hot, sodden flesh. Your hands grip at his shoulders, hard and nearly tight enough to bruise, as you grind up into his touch.

You know you must look thoroughly debauched right now—head thrown back to expose more of your neck to his care, lips slightly parted under pants and half-formed curses, skin flushed and sweat-slick, and eyelids weighed down by the weight of your lust—and that’s saying nothing of the state of your clothes. Items have been hastily tugged and rearranged to get the most needed parts exposed in the quickest amount of time possible. You clearly look like you’re in the process of being ravished, but Javier…

The man couldn’t be more put together if he tried.

There’s not a hair out of place, and despite the desperate hold you have on his shirt, the damn thing hasn’t even so much as wrinkled. The only sign that he’s even the least bit affected by all of this is the tent in his pants and the desire that darkens his gaze, but you suppose that’s to be expected. If he wasn’t so damnably good at keeping his composure you wouldn’t have bothered with doing the things that have led you to this moment.

An ‘accidental’ brush of your fingers against his crotch, whispered filth as you casually rested your weight against his back, the instant transformation of a simple spoon into something far more erotic once it passed your lips—nothing was off limits, not when you were so hell-bent on breaking him. It’s all consensual, this game the two of you play. Sometimes the teasing is mutual, other times it skews a bit more against one of you, but the end goal is always the same: to bring the other so close to the edge that they willingly hurl themselves over it.

Today’s party had been the perfect excuse to indulge in a bit of play, and your man had been all too willingly to serve himself up as prey. This, of course, was due to the fact that he was more than confident in his victory. The thrill of the challenge was the only thing that gave the get-together any allure; sure, Karen and Sean do hold the crown for best house parties in your friend group, but you’re not always sure that they’re worth the (usually hangover induced) headache.

You’d brought you’re A-game, starting with wearing an ensemble that you know he couldn’t resist. His mind had clearly gone blank when you first emerged from the bedroom, though he quickly rearranged his face into something cavalier before telling you to “–get your cute ass in the car so we can get gone.” Your fingers played along the inseam of his pants for the entire length of the ride, but aside from an initial arching of his brow he was annoyingly nonplussed. You had stepped things up considerably once you were inside, but despite essentially giving a plastic spoon a blowie (just out of view of an unsuspecting Arthur and Lenny) the man hadn’t done so much as smirk in your direction.

After a good twenty minutes got you nothing but an ache between your own thighs you finally gave up and decided to try to enjoy the party. With a cup of something mixed and fruity in hand you headed off to join your friends, but before you could make your way into the living room a familiar hand was curling itself around your arm and dragging you off in the opposite direction.

It just fucking figures that being ignored would be the back-breaking straw. You would’ve been mad at it if it wasn’t gonna result in yours getting blown out.

Neither of you said anything as Javier led your deeper into the house, not that there was much to say anyway. It was pretty damn obvious from the set of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes that you had won, and it could never be said that you weren’t a gracious winner …self-satisfied smirk notwithstanding.

His lips were on yours before the door had even fully shut behind you. You had laughed a bit at his eagerness, but the taunting sound soon morphed into a moan when your back slammed into the wall just beside the thing. Eyes smoldering and smile wicked, he groped at your clothed form in a way that had you writhing and grinding against him within seconds. It was only once you were a panting mess that he finally, finally bypassed the layers to touch you properly; hot and wet, proof of your arousal met his questing fingers, electing a groan that was nothing short of orgasmic. Things had moved quickly from there, and the rest…

“I said—‘is this what you wanted?’”

The words are growled against your ear, though the harsh pant of the breaths that follow travel downwards until he’s nipping at the corner of your jaw. A broken mewl pushes past your lips at its sting, and though the sound leaves him shuddering against you, it’s clearly not enough to sate him. His free hand connects with your ass in a resounding slap, one that while not overly hard is still enough weaken your knees considerably.

“Yes,” you groan out, the word catching in your throat as his thumb rubs a fresh pearl of precum over your sensitive flesh. “Fuck! Javi, yesss…”

Hot, bothered, and more than a little desperate you rut against his hand with hard little jerks. Your borderline frantic movements and needy little sounds leave him chuckling darkly as he works you over with practiced ease. His tone is condescending as hell as he pulls more and more out of you with lascivious words murmured in a husky timbre. He’s playing you like a goddamn fiddle, but you don’t care, can’t care—about this or anything else that’s not your impending release.

“Baby, I need, fuck, I need–”

“Shhh, I know.”

And you don’t know how he knows, just that somehow he always, impossibly does, and now is no exception. He descends to his knees with a smoothness that only repetition can bring, nudging your legs wider so that you’re more fully on display for him. He looks up at you then, wanting to make sure that you’re watching—as if you could ever be looking anywhere else. His eyes flicker with a familiar mischief as he runs the flat of his tongue over your heat and you damn near scream at the wet, warm trail it cuts.

“Careful now, cariño, you don’t want them to hear us– Oooo…” The word fades into a rolling chuckle when your hips give an involuntary thrust forward that has him amending his statement. “Or maybe you do? Mmmm… You like that, huh? You like the thought of them hearing what I do to you? Hmm, mi bebé travieso?” He all but purrs the last word as he presses a kiss to your quivering thigh before putting his mouth to work again. He alternates between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue against your most sensitive areas; meanwhile his fingers gather up a measure of your moisture before pushing inside of you to start up a lazy pace. This treatment lasts for a few glorious seconds only to come to a stop so abrupt that it leaves all of your muscles seizing up in confusion. ((sweetie || my naughty baby))

You know what he wants—an answer to a question, that if he were less petty, he wouldn’t expect a real reply to—just as you likewise know that he won’t start again until he gets it. And so you take a shaky approximation of a breath before managing to stutter out, “J-just… returning the favor.”

Laughing, he takes your meaning instantly. With as many times as you’ve been forced to listen to Karen and Sean go at it on various occasions, it does only seem fair. Of course, your reply is more copout than actual answer, but thankfully he lets it go. For now. You’ll definitely be talking about this again at some point in the future—probably later on tonight, actually—but for right now he’s content enough to go back to ruining you with his deft fingers and talented mouth.

You’ve always been fascinated by Javier’s hands. They’re slightly larger than what you would expect from a man his size, and yet somehow they don’t seem out of proportion to his body. They hold so much potential, both to create and to destroy—a point that is mirrored in the tattoos and scars that cover the dusk of his skin. You love to see them in motion, whether he’s doing something as mundane as tuning his guitar or something more perilous like playing with one of his many knives; the former is a particular point of fascination as you cannot help but to wonder if the skill transfers over to more carnal activities. The way his stroking thumb works in time with the bob of his fingers into your heat you’re inclined to say that yes, yes it does.

And his mouth…

Holy fuck, his mouth.

It doesn’t matter where it is he’s kissing you, having his lips pressed against your skin is always enough to leave you weak. Warm and pillow soft, they glide over you leaving a feverish trail of desire in their wake. Calloused fingers continue to work you open, adding to your pleasure in a way that sees your voice scaling higher, louder, as any lingering worries about being overheard are vaulted clean out of your head.

In this moment his only goal is to see you coming undone, and under Javier’s touch you’re a rapidly fraying thread. He’s loving every minute of this, you know he is, but—“If you can’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, amor, I know my cock can.”

“Oh my god.”

The throb your core gives is almost painful in its intensity as you imagine having him face fuck you until tears are spilling past the corners of your eyes before bending you over and absolutely ruining you, and you have to wonder just what this man has done to you. You were never this damn kinky before—or maybe you’ve always been a closet freak—either way since getting with Javi you have been turned completely out, and you’re not even mad about it, honestly. What you can do without, however, is his smug little laugh. Like yeah, he totally has a right to it, wrecking you the way he is, but still. Any saltiness you feel is quickly forgotten as the spooled pleasure in your stomach wrings itself tighter. Your bodies work in tandem creating the perfect rhythm, so fucking perfect, and you’re so fucking close, just a little more and then—and then he’s pulling away?

What?

“Nooo! Javier, why–”

“Orgasms are for good little loves,” he tells you simply as he rises back to his full height.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

But looking at him you know he is. Honestly you should’ve been expecting something like this—you had been teasing him for nearly twenty minutes before this all began—but you’d thought that your punishment was going to come in the form of him gagging you with his dick before fucking you until you screamed. But this… Well this is the other side of the coin that you’d forgotten to consider. Yes, he’s hard and yes, he wants this just as badly as you, but Javier’s more than willing to deny his own needs if it means winning this little game of yours. He’s petty like that, and what’s more he has the will to see it through.

Well fine then, you think with a pouty twist of your lips. If he wants to be that way I’ll just finish myself off and–

Fingers close tightly around your wrist before you can properly touch yourself. “What did I just say, bebé?” ((baby))

“And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do to and with my own body?” you ask with an arch of your brow. The bite of your words would be more effective, you’re sure, if they weren’t so damn breathy, but there’s little for that.

“Oh, mi amor,” he starts with a chuckle as he pins your hand to the wall beside your head, “you know exactly who I am.” He kisses you then, long and deep, and you find yourself melting under it despite your annoyance.

Damn this man and his silver everything! The thought drags its way through your sex-addled brain as your free hand twists itself in his shirt, though whether the action will lead to you pushing him away or pulling him closer you’re not sure yet, and before you can decide he’s breaking the kiss.

“Get dressed, cariño, we’ve got a party to get back to,” he breathes against your lips before pecking at them again.

“You can at least let me err, calm down some and clean myself up a bit–”

He shakes his head as he pulls away from you. “No, I don’t think so. I want you just like this, baby—all leaky and throbbing and wanting. I want you aching just as much as I am. It’s only fair, after all.”

Eyeing the bulge that’s seriously testing the tensile strength of his zipper you’re inclined to agree, reluctantly though it may be done. After all you are the one that kicked things off. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you’re left to live with the consequences? Yeah, not so much. Fair’s fair, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. Pouting all the while, you quickly set yourself back to rights—well mostly. Thanks to the hasty tugging of your prior urgency your clothes aren’t hanging like they’re supposed to and won’t be again until they’ve been washed and re-ironed, but there’s nothing to be done about that in the now.

You’re left to silently lament the fact that you’re about to take a mini walk of shame that hasn’t been entirely earned since you didn’t actually get any. Cutting your eyes over at the reason you’re in such a state you find that, aside from his very obvious arousal, the fucker looks as put together as ever.

“You suck, you know that?”

He snorts as he snakes an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door. “Yeah, I do. I also lick and nip and tease and you love it.”

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.”

“You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

“Promises, promises,” you snark back, though there’s no denying the longing seated in your words.

His only reply is a dark little chuckle that leaves you throbbing with want and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. What’s worse is that you’re about to walk through a party full of all of your friends, and while it’s not the first time they’ve seen you flustered and frazzled like this the situation is still less than ideal. Thankfully the thought of having winks and suggestive comments tossed your way is enough to kill off any lingering lust, but this is going to be a long night either way—or is it?

A plan starts to come together in your mind as you hear Charles’s laughter floating in though the backdoor; he rarely ever laughs loud enough for it to be heard so far away, so you can only imagine what’s been said or done to garner such a reaction. Though his mirth usually runs on the quieter side of things, the man does have a mischievous streak that can almost rival Sean’s, and it’s only common sense and general kindness that keeps him from tapping into it more.

Tonight, however, he’s going to step outside of his self-imposed restrictions—you’ll make sure of it.

After all, your plan relies on it.

“What’s got you laughing so hard, Chuck?”

Charles doesn’t even bother with correcting you as he knows that you’re already well aware of how much he despises that nickname. You’re just looking to get a rise out of him, but unlike your boyfriend, he’s not so easily bated. Though to be fair to Javier, it did take you a good twenty or so minutes to finally break him—maybe more as whatever game it is you two are playing more than like started long before your arrival–

And is set to carry on for a while longer, if the state of them is anything to go by.

He’s hardly surprised to find that the pair of you are looking more disheveled than last you were seen. While Javier’s only slightly mussed, it’s more than obvious that you’ve been taken through your paces. There’s a wrinkle in your clothes that hadn’t been there before and your lips are plush in a way that says you’ve been kissed thoroughly and with a level of enthusiasm that would have left you moaning into the ministration as you grinded into your lover’s palm with needy little ruts of your hips…

He quickly averts his eyes as soon as the thought manifests lest you pick up on the way you’re affecting him—have always affected him, if he’s being honest. And it’s not just you. Javier is dangerously alluring in his own right, and he finds himself falling into his orbit more often than not. He’s never allowed himself to explore whatever it is he feels for either of you as you and Javier have always been a thing, though there’s no point in denying that there’s an attraction there, and a mutual one at that. Javier’s always been the more flirtatious out of the two of you, but when you have a mind to you can fluster him like nobody else. None of you have ever seemed truly interested in taking things beyond that level—yet.

Charles cannot help but to feel that one of these days there’s going to be a shift. The signs are all there, after all; the way you all gravitate towards one another, trading lingering touches and longing looks. Things that he would usually consider an invasion are much welcomed advances when they’re coming from the pair of you and he often finds himself reciprocating without any conscious thought. It’s all so confusing and thrilling and catalyzing that he cannot help but to crave more. Arthur has told him on several occasions to bite the bullet and make a move, but given that he’s dealing with an established couple he’s more than willing to follow your lead on this one.

In the now he gives you a response in the form of a nod towards one of the party’s hosts. Sean is just now scrambling his way back onto the deck (quite literally as he’s opted to climb over the railing instead of using the stairs like a normal person) after an overly-dramatic retelling of one of his more daring exploits had sent him tumbling off of it. Luckily for him the fall was a short one into relatively soft grass, so really it’s only his pride that’s been bruised. Seeing that his audience has increased by two he starts his story from the beginning and the pair of you listen with rapt attention–

Or, rather Javier does. You, however…

It starts out innocently enough, with you slumping against him and resting most of your weight against his shoulder. Charles contemplates draping an arm around you—it wouldn’t be odd of him as it’s a position that you’ve been in countless times before, but he doesn’t want to presume—but before he can think himself into a circle you’re snaking your arm around his waist. Your hold isn’t particularly tight, only really pressing in enough to keep you connected. After a few seconds you start to feather your fingers up and down his side in a move that he would’ve considered innocent if not for the wicked little smile on your face. There and gone in a flash, he finds himself looking at you more fully to be sure of what he saw; all he receives for his troubles, however, is a playful wink that leaves him batting down a burst of nerves.

It seems as if he’s unwittingly become a participant in whatever it is the pair of you have going on. He’s surprised, but he can’t say he’s opposed.

Steeling himself with a sigh, he finally allows his arm to drape across the breadth of your shoulders. The movement catches Javier’s eye from where he stands on Charles’ other side, as does the continued skittering of your hand. His expression as he takes this all in changes by degrees as he assesses you both separately; when looking at you there’s a knowing tint to his gaze that’s clouded with a banked lust, though when his eyes meet the taller man’s stare that knowingness sharpens into appraisal. Had the desire there dissipated Charles would have backed off immediately, but thankfully that isn’t the case. Javier gives you both a smirk that leaves Charles flushing in a way that gives him one more reason to love the dusk of his skin.

It’s apparent that Javier’s happy to let the two of you play, so Charles is content enough to let you do as you will. Your hands move higher and higher with each pass over the waffle-knit of his top until clever fingers are dancing up the back of his neck to gently tangle themselves in his nape. Nails scrape upwards into the loose wave of his hair in a move that nearly has him moaning out loud. He’s just able to bite down on the sound, but there’s nothing to be done for the way the rest of his body betrays him with a shiver. Having his hair played with has always been a weakness of his, but one that not many know of thanks to the boundaries that he’s set in place. The number of people who can say they’ve had the pleasure of obtaining this knowledge are few, and those who’ve gotten such a visceral reaction out of him because of it are fewer still.

Sounds seem to fade away as you continue to lull him with your ministrations, with not even the combined drunken yelling of Sean and Lenny’s conveyed anecdote being enough to pull him out of the stupor. He allows his mind to wander as you work; the images that flash through his head are ones that he usually reserves for hours far later than this one, when he’s alone with an ache between his legs that cannot be abated by anything but imaginings of the only two people who could reduce him to such a base state. His grip on you tightens unconsciously, forcing you more firmly against his chest and you’re quick you mold yourself against him.

Your pace is languid as you work him over with the repetitious scrape. It feels like he’s under the sweetness of your care for a small eternity, and he’s more than happy to stay lost for another eternity still, so when your fingers curl and tighten against his locks and tug there’s really no way for him to stop himself from crying out. Luckily the story has finally reached its end to a cacophony of laughter that’s just loud enough to drown out a sound that’s caught somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a moan. Thankfully everyone’s too drunk and-or preoccupied to notice the way his chest heaves and his eyes darken as he looks at you through heavy lids–

Well, everyone except for Javier. He’d honestly forgotten that the other man’s still here—that anyone’s here, really—but now his presence encompasses all of Charles’ attention.

“Alright, amor, you’ve had your fun,” he tells his partner. His tone speaks of mild amusement, though there is a sliver of something there—something dark and wanting, ravenously so—that leaves their breath hitching. To Charles, “It wasn’t very nice of them, starting something they know they can’t finish– Not tonight, at least. But don’t worry, ‘mano—next time, we got you.”

The words feel like they’re caught somewhere between a promise and a threat, but Charles finds that that only adds to their appeal. The pair of you say your goodbyes then, first to him and then to the group at large. A chorus of wolf-whistles and teases are given in response, with everyone having a pretty good idea of why you’re cutting out early, but if they suspect his role in things they’re kind enough not to mention it.

As Charles watches your retreating forms he runs a shaky hand through the length of his hair only to find that the motion doesn’t bring him the stability that it usually does. How can it, when he can still feel your phantom touch, the exquisite bite of your nails against the sensitive skin of his scalp…

These memories will continue haunt him, he’s sure—unable to be exorcised in full until he’s lying sweat-slicked and sated between two equally worn-out bodies.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?”

Javier’s thrusts can only be described as punishing, more so due to depth and force than speed. Your body jolts forwards with every snap of his hips, but the firm hold he has on the scarf that binds your arms keeps you from going too far—not that you want to be anywhere else but here, completely laid bare and at the mercy of the man at your back. The word ‘mercy’ used very loosely here as he is being absolutely ruthless and you’re loving every second of it.

Face down and ass up, he’s had you bent over the desk from nearly the moment you stepped into your bedroom, only stopping long enough to tie your arms behind your back. In all honesty you’re pretty sure this is the true reason he pushed so hard for its inclusion in the room—there’s definitely more appropriate spaces for it—but whatever. It’s not like you can complain when it gets such frequent use.

So yes, this exactly what you want, what you need…

“I asked you a question, baby, and I expect an answer,” he continues on in a low, demanding tone.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but whatever it is you manage to slur out between moans isn’t an adequate enough reply. Javier’s voice drops to something just above a true whisper as he leans more fully against you—close enough that you swear you can feel the beat of his heart against your back, close enough to feel the pant of his breath ghosting over your skin—with the sinuous roll of his hips slowing further.

“Forgot how to use your words already?” he tsks against the shell of your ear. “That’s okay, cariño. I know you wanna be good for me, so I’m gonna help you out…” Taking your confused sounding whimper for the question it is he chuckles before saying, “How? It’s easy—Imma fuck the answer out of you.” ((sweetie))

Before you can fully process his words he’s unwinding his hand from the cloth, pulling back, and pounding into you quick and hard. The feeling has you gasping out his name followed by a babbled yes-yes-YES that leaves him growling out his approval. He calls you his good baby then and the small bit of praise makes your brain fizz as your body reacts on instinct. Eager hips throw themselves back to meet his thrusts; though your positioning doesn’t really allow for much traction your efforts do earn you a few moans and curses of approval, at least.

“Mierda. Look at you. You like being fucked hard, huh? Like me taking you like this?” The words are little more than a rumble with how low his voice has dropped, and the change in timbre leaves you clenching up around him more. “Fuuck babe—that’s it, that’s– Fuck. Yeah, you love this shit. That why you were being such a little tease, yeah? Did you want me to fuck you ‘til you remember who you belong to?” ((shit))

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer this time, choosing instead to take your jaw in hand. His grip is just this side of bruising and well at odds with the gentle way his thumb strokes over your bottom lip. Your tongue snakes out mindlessly to flick at its calloused pad and you hum at the slightly salty taste of his skin. Javier hisses out a curse as you continue to lave over the digit, and you can practically feel his narrow-eyed stare from where it’s sure to be drilling into the back of your skull. Unwilling to relinquish even the least bit of control just yet, his palm slides downwards until it’s resting firmly against your neck. Long fingers easily encase the column, and while he doesn’t squeeze nearly as hard as he had been before there is a definite and steady pressure there. You know he’d sooner hurt himself before he would ever risk truly hurting you, but there’s still something undeniably alluring about feeling like you’re on the edge of something so dark and dangerous.

Your moan is slightly strangled as you lean more heavily into his hand, with your hole clenching especially hard as the oxygen vacates your lungs. In turn Javi grunts at the sensation even as his fingers squeeze just that little bit tighter, and in that moment you’re sure that a death of a different kind is close at hand. Spanish is falling from his lips much faster than your addled mind can ever hope to translate, but when he does finally switch back over to English he’s hardly saying anything you want to hear.

“What?” He gives a particularly hard thrust as you croak out the word, leaving you to damn near choke on it.

“You heard me, amor—don’t. You. Cum. After the shit you pulled tonight did you honestly think I was gonna let you cum so easily?”

Your replying whine is pitiful indeed, not that you actually expect to receive any sort of reprieve at this point. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder and giving him your best pout. For his part your man mimics your expression, giving your neck a few soothing strokes before allowing his lips to pull off into a devious little smirk.

“Aww, look at you. There’s no need for all that, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want—not that you’ve actually earned it, not yet. You’ve been especially bratty lately; playing all these games, teasing me… I can’t just let that shit slide, so here’s how this is going to work: I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you good ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep, and you’re gonna take it for as long as I say. When I decide that you’ve learned your lesson I’ll let you cum, and if you go over the edge before then there will be consequences.”

And you know he’s as good as his word.

Despite him saying all of this between pants, sharp curses, and a few breathy moans there’s no way in hell you actually stand a chance of outlasting him. Even if his stamina wasn’t god-tier and his will just as solid, pure pettiness would see him holding out if it meant keeping you on the edge. And as for those ‘consequences’, you cannot even begin to guess at what they may be, but a part of you really, really wants to find out. You’re positive you’ll enjoy it—maybe not as much as him, but you’ll still have your fun.

Before you can make up your mind about whether or not your defiance would be worth it, his hand is leaving your neck to hold your hip steady. You gasp slightly, already lamenting the loss of pressure, only to have the breath knocked out of you by his next thrust. The force of it sends you reeling, with the only thing keeping you from face-planting being the hold your man has on you. Instead your sweat-slicked body is shoved further up the desk in a move that would’ve been extremely uncomfortable if you weren’t already so gone.

Wanting a bit more agency, Javi grabs up the length of cloth that dangles between you; his movements do not falter as he shores up his grip with a few twisting motions before pushing into you again and again and again. He sets up a brutal pace that sees his hip bones digging into the plush of your ass and his balls slapping against you with every forward push. This is the only bit of attention that anything other than your hole has received since leaving the party and you damn near sob at the brief flashes of stimulation.

You’re not even sure what nonsense is pouring out of your mouth at this point, but if it’s anything like the disjointed garble that’s currently floating around in your skull then it’s one flaming wreck of a mess. You can hardly go by Javier’s reaction as you’re pretty sure that you could be singing lullabies and he’d still be into it. He just loves to hear you—it doesn’t particularly matter what sounds you’re making so long as he knows they’re a result of the pleasure he’s bring you. You’re much the same honestly, though listening to him turn the velvety syllables of his native tongue into growls and groans in the heat of his passion is its own type of torture. His voice is already an aphrodisiac in its own right, but when he’s fallen as deeply into his lust as he has into you it becomes something otherworldly.

Your man’s words slowly begin to shift from admonishments for your earlier behavior into praise for “–taking your cock like un buen pequeño amor,” and you can only hope that means you’ll get what you need sooner rather than later. ((a good little love))

Time stops making sense as he continues to take you. You’re both hyperaware of its passage and not, with seconds impossibly feeling like hours, but the minutes they bleed into hardly even registers. Your need for release becomes this all-encompassing thing that dictates your every move, breath, and thought. It creates a thrumming want that invades all of your senses until there’s nothing outside of it. Even Javi’s voice becomes little more than a cluster of sounds that you’re just barely able to perceive, though one phrase breaks through the haze every time he says it:

“Don’t you cum, cariño.”

His words are both boon and bane.

They’re the only bit of sense to be found in the symphony of needy sounds and hammering hearts and the repetitive meeting of flesh, and yet at the same time they are the very chains that hold you back from the one thing you need most. Your body is demanding, screaming, begging for this to end one way or another, and soon. You’re sure that each new thrust will bring about your end, and yet you hold yourself back even as your legs shake from exertion and your arms ache from the strain. Those four words will not allow you to do any less.

When the tension in your arms lessens you honestly think the limbs have finally gone numb, but then you’re being pulled up against Javier’s hard chest and you realize he actually let go of the scarf. The jarring pace he’d been keeping up slows to a gentle roll that makes you grind into him with a desperate whimper before he stills his hips altogether. His lack of movement has you rutting against him like some crazed beast, but the only thing this nets you is a throaty chuckle that makes you throb all the more.

“Tan ansioso,” he breathes against your ear as well-toned arms pin you flush against an equally muscled chest. This leaves you unable to do anything more than whine, much to your annoyance and his continued amusement. “You really want to cum, don’t you?” ((so eager))

“Fuck! Javi, you know I do–”

“Then say the word, mi corazón.” ((sweetheart))

“Please.”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please let me cum.”

The moan he lets out at your words comes from somewhere deep in his gut making you shiver with your want. The only thing better than hearing him make such deliciously wicked sounds is knowing that you’re their cause. He’s always so quick to tell you that he’s the only one that can make you feel the way that you do—and it’s true, he definitely gotten you addicted to his particular brand of carnality, but it’s fine since you know it goes both ways.

Javier presses a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your nape before nipping the skin there. “So good,” he purrs as his left hand snakes up to rub at your steadily leaking core. “Un bebé tan bueno para mí.” ((such a good baby for me))

His hand passes through the mess, smearing your arousal further until he’s zeroing in on your most sensitive area; all the while your hips wiggle against him in a desperate bid to rut into his palm properly. Unfortunately the movement does little for either of you aside from frustrating you further.

“There you go, teasing me again.”

“‘M not trying to,” you tell him, “just wanna feel good—wanna make us both feel good…”

Your trailing sigh turns into a moan when he thrust against you again. The movement is spastic, an involuntary response to the way that your walls flutter around him. He swears lowly before releasing you completely and pulling out; the sensation of his thick cock leaving you is good for all of two seconds before you realize that he’s not pushing back into you. For one panicked moment you think that he’s going to leave you tied up and aching, but before you can even form the first syllable of your plea he’s freeing your arms and turning you to face him. It’s the first time you’ve gotten a clear look at him since being bent over the desk and you’re pleased to find that he looks just as much of a mess as you do. Hair mussed, lips parted ever so enticingly, cheeks flushed, and dewy skin glistening so prettily under the warm-hued lights—he’s sex personified in this moment and the sight somehow makes you burn for him all the more.

Javier is drinking you in just as readily, being, as always, especially taken with your mouth. Heavily lidded eyes track your lips movements as you wet them, and when you bite into the plush skin he lets out a shuddering breath. A muttered “Fuck” is all the warning you get before his lips are crashing into yours while hands eagerly grip at your hips to pull you flush to him. The heat of his cock is like a firebrand between you, and the press of it against your skin has you instinctively writhing against it.

Your movements leave him shivering as he exhales harshly—the first sign that his self-control is starting to slip.

“Get on the bed, mi amor—wanna look in your eyes while I fuck you, wanna see you fall apart…” He breathes the words against your lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth just as you had a moment ago. The sting of his bite is soothed away by a swipe of his tongue before he’s kissing you again.

Somehow he has enough presence of mind to get you both moving and soon you feel something solid, yet yielding hitting the back of your legs. You’re just wobbly enough for the disturbance to take you off of your feet and Javier readily follows you down. So close to the one thing you both want, need, the kisses grow sloppier and more hurried. It takes a few moments for you both to get into a more settled position, but as soon as you do he’s lubing up again before pushing into you completely with one long stroke.

Your breath catches at the feeling of being full once again while he lets out a sound that’s half contented sigh, half growl, with the latter completely overtaking the former when you roll your hips up to meet his. The pace he sets is far less grueling than it had been when he was taking you from behind, but it’s no less maddening for the change. Long, deep strokes end with a languid snap that has him hitting something inside of you that leaves you damn near sobbing every time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back to that same level of torturous pleasure that you’d been drowning in minutes before and soon you’re clawing at his back and calling out his name like it’s the only word left in your lexicon.

All the while your eyes are locked with one another’s, mostly at his insistence. When he said that he wanted to see you fall apart he meant it; a firm hand against the side of your face keeps you from turning away while tutting words part your lids whenever they flutter shut for longer than a few seconds.

“You’re doing so well, mi amor, so good,” he tells you. His words are slightly slurred and you know he’s just as drunk on you as you are on him. The thought leaves your walls clenching and he hisses at the added tightness. His pace quickens as he drops his head down into the space between your shoulder and your neck. Kisses, nips, and sucks carve a path upwards until the warmth of his breath is ghosting over your ear. “Touch yourself for me.”

It’s an order that you’re all too happy to follow.

Your fingers quickly move down to work against your sloppy sex and you can only hope that the whole ‘no cumming until I say so’ thing is no longer in effect because if not you are in so much trouble. With everything going on you’re only gonna be able to last about a literal minute and that’s being hella generous and rounding way up, honestly. Javier knows this, knows you and your body damn near better than you do some days. He sees it in the way your eyes glint with desperation, can feel it in the way your whole body tenses just so, can hear it in the pant of breaths that come quicker, shallow. Part of you worries that he’ll drag things out just to punish you further—or worse yet, leave you wound up and wanting—but a bigger part of you knows he’s not that cruel. Javier always makes sure to give you what you need and right now you need to cum, badly, and so does he if the fevered look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“Yes, babe, yes. Just like that, fuck me back—Joder! Tan buena…” His muttered praises become more and more scattered as his hips begin to meet yours faster and faster until— ((fuck! so good))

“Do it for me, mi amor. Cum.”

Your body doesn’t hesitate to follow the simple command, and the orgasm that rocks your frame is almost blinding in its intensity. A wordless cry rips itself from your throat as bliss—white-hot and all-consuming—skitters across your every nerve setting them alight. All the while you hold on to the man that still hovers above you as if he’s the only thing tethering you to this plane, and for all you know he is. After all, you’re pretty sure that one cannot experience something so world-shattering as this and not ascend to some higher form of consciousness, if only for a moment.

For his part, Javier shudders and bucks his way through his own release just as you’re coming to the end of yours. Your nails follow the length of his spine as you watch him fall apart—eyes pinched shut, chest heaving, lips parted under hard pants—he rarely looks more beautiful than when he’s cumming and the sight is one that you’re positive you’ll never get tired of seeing.

Kisses are traded between shaky breaths as you both work your way through the last of the aftershocks. They’re sweet, lingering things that are seemingly at odds with everything that preceded them—only not really as he’s always like this once your games have come to their end. All loved up, he likes to keep you close so that he can dote on you as much as you’ll allow him to. Feeling safe, warm, and sated, gentle strokes of his hands against your cooling flesh and murmured declarations of love are the lullaby that sees you drifting off into slumber.

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Easing of Tension

Introduction

Everyone has been unbelievably on edge since Blackwater, you being no exception. Your partner being the leader of the gang, you felt an extra bit of pressure. But luckily, Dutch has found a way to alleviate some of this stress from you... as well as another.

Dutch x reader x [your choice!] smut

This is just the introduction of this fic, but will branch off into other chapters depending on who Dutch picks for you. The hyperlinks for them will be below. If there’s a certain character you’d like to see, send me an ask!

Arthur Morgan

Javier Escuella

Sean Maguire (in progress)

Tags are below the break. Copy and pasted from AO3.

Word count: 922

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Tags: Smut, Sex, Threesome (F/M/M), Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Dirty Talk, Teasing, Dom/Sub Undertones, Aftercare, Porn without Plot

The days seemed to pass impossibly slow at Horseshoe Overlook. The combination of being on edge since Blackwater and the need to lay low made time drag by. You spent these endless days gazing at the abundant scenery around you or losing yourself in a book.

You opted for the book today, finding a comfortable spot on your cot to allow your mind to let go. You’d admittedly been high string for the past couple of days due to the pressure on your partner. Being the leader of the gang was a heavy responsibility and you couldn’t help the bit of weight that slipped from his shoulders onto yours. It’s just who you were to take on the emotions of others, so you couldn’t really blame him.

You sighed, not able to concentrate on the words in front of you as you worried for Dutch. You set your book down and gave a quick look for him, but he didn’t seem to be around. It was a bit strange for him to wander too far from his tent and unheard of for him to leave the camp since Blackwater, so you couldn’t help the tinge of anxiety in your chest. You shook your head and laid down, deciding that he just stepped away for a bit. Worrying senselessly wasn’t going to help anyone.

Then you heard him approach: the shuffling of chains and rattling of revolvers giving him away. You sat up, greeting him with a weak smile as he entered the tent. He didn’t even seem to see you as he turned and closed the flaps of the tent. You watched him, puzzled and slightly alarmed as he repeated the same thing on the other side.

It wasn’t often he did this during the day. He only did so when he slept or to shield what he was doing from the prying eyes of the camp. Your heart raced, catching on to the implications of what was to come.

“My dear girl,” he spoke, turning to you now. You bristled at his words. “I have a surprise for you.”

You managed a smile, but still held a level of confusion.

“You do?” You asked playfully. Dutch chuckled lowly, moving his hand to cup your cheek.

“It seems we’ve both been on edge lately,” Dutch started. He had this tone in his voice that made your heart accelerate. “I believe I’ve found a way to relieve some of this tension.”

Dutch motioned for you to stand and you did so. He turned you and pressed his front flush against your back.

“It’s not just you and me that feel this stress darling,” he mewled into your ear, hand tracing up your arm and across your shoulder. You leaned back against him, eager for this hands to roam your skin. The hand ghosting over your shoulder slowly wrapped around your throat, keeping your head in place as he breathed into the shell of your ear.

“Dutch…” you breathed. It was broad daylight. You could see it peeking through the canvas as the wind pushed the flaps. The members of the camp were still up and about and surely wouldn’t miss the sounds you typically made in the dead of night.

“You see these men?” He asked. You struggled to peek through the small crack in the canvas to the campfire outside. Javier sat on the ground with a coffee in his hand as Arthur walked by and sat down across from him. You caught a glimpse of someone you didn’t have a chance to identify before Dutch’s voice brought you back in.

“You will have one of them tonight,” Dutch tantalize. Your breath caught in your throat as you tensed. You weren’t sure if you understood him correctly: He–Dutch– was going to let another man fuck you?

“R-really?” You managed breathlessly.

“Don’t sound so scared darling,” Dutch ran his fingertips over the fabric covering your stomach causing you to shiver. You refocused your gaze outside, Micah had joined the other two by the campfire. “I’ll be right here the whole time.”

Your head was swimming. You’d taken Dutch many times in many different ways: It always seemed like he had something new up his sleeve when he was in the mood. But you’d never thought of having your love as well as another at the same time.

You were intrigued and fought to hide the excitement that rose in your chest. Your mind flickered through all the possibilities of men you could have and how they would have you.

“Who?” You asked. Dutch chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Now I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, would I?” He teased. You let out a quiet whimper, earning another chuckle from Dutch.

Slowly, he released you, not giving you time to ask anymore questions before he left the tent. You let out a few rapid breaths as you regained control of your muscles in the dark of the tent. You swallowed hard and cautiously exited into the daylight.

Your eyes scanned the camp, stopping at each of the men, scouring them for answers as to who had agreed to do this. You waited for one of them to give you a sign: a wink, a wave, something to give them away. However, everyone just carried on with themselves as if it was any other normal day.

Your face flushed as you willed yourself to begin asking around. Somehow, today was going to go by even slower than you had expected.

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pairing: javier escuella x reader

rating: angst-y h/c vibes that get nsfw at the end

cws/tws: there’re way too many to list here, so see the in story note

total wc: 14k~ ((…don’t look at me lol))

“no.” “‘no’, what?” “no, you’re not goin’.” “i’m sorry,” you start, your own awakening anger transforming the words into sharp and dangerous things, “somethin’ must be gettin’ lost here because that didn’t sound like a question.” the smoldering embers that had been in his gaze before are fully alight now with a flame that’s just barely checked as he regards you. “that’s because it wasn’t, mi amor…”

in which what should be little more than a simple misunderstanding turns into something quite other. but no matter the storm, the pair of you are always willing to weather it so long as you can come home.

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what you want, what you need || a thot’s thoughts

pairing: this is a javier x reader story, but it’s implied that there’s some… tension, let’s say, between the pair of them and sadie or charles in the f!reader and gn!/m!reader fills respectively

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m! reader options are available

rating: nsfw

cws/tws: there are a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (reader receiving), jealous javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (reader receiving). for a complete and more detailed listing see the in story note. and if i missed anything, please let me know!!

total wc: 6.6k~ or 7.5k~ depending on which version you read

“oh fuck you, escuella.” “you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

a modern au in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. in return javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

he’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

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[frillydolle]

javier making food for reader cuz they r sick? <3 (the food doesn’t taste that good but he tried his best :c )

javier escuella x female reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ ur sick as hell!

it was cold. well, it was freezing, actually. and everyone was freezing and stressed out. the winter storm didn't help anyone out either. made it a lot harder.

especially on u.

the gang has made it out from blackwater, barely scathed. u lost a few people but didn't have time to grieve properly since the lot of u were running from lawmen. it was difficult! if it wasn't for the stupid ferry job then maybe all of u would've been fine. but no, micah just had to insist on it-

“'m fine, john- just the flu-” u say softly before a cough interrupts u. this took a toll on everyone. even john was still recovering from a wolf attack than arthur, and javier saved him from. u weren't sure where javier exactly was, and so u ended up talking to one of his close friends, john. u liked him, he was nice to javier and so he was nice to u.

“well, you ain't as bad as me.. abigail keeps gettin' on at me for this goddamn scar.” john replies as he adjusts himself sitting in the chair while u were lying in the same bed he was in when he was at his worst.. he just totally wasn't distracting u while javier was making you some food. that's one thing that javier told u that was annoying to deal with, hearing john and abigail bicker and argue about every little thing.

it wasn't just tiring for him but tiring for everyone else to hear.

after a little while of u and john talking ignoring the coughs and sneezes interrupting you john eventually left u be, leaving u to the sounds of the wind outside and people muttering and talking. and u respectfully stayed far away from everyone as much as u could, not wanting anyone else to get sick, especially little jack.

after what felt like hours of ur sickness not getting any better, ur next vistor was ur sweet and loving boyfriend:( oh he was just the cutest! he was always gentle with u, and super understanding. he knew you could look after yourself but he wasn't letting u move any extra muscle until u felt better.

he made his way over to u while holding... a bowl? then u realised that silly man made some stew for u:( what a sweetheart, made ur heart skip a beat at the thought. u love that man more than u could ever imagine.

“oh, javi- you didnt have to, im fine-” but he wasn't leaving any room for debate. another sneeze escapes u again, god, this was getting annoying- u hated being sick, u couldn't help but feel a little useless that u couldn't help out.

“te traje esto, te hará sentir mejor- my sweet girl, you are burning to the touch.” he replies as he places the bowl of stew on ur lap as u adjusted urself to sit up proper. he hated seeing u sick like this, but he knew that u would feel better soon.. hopefully. at least until they find somewhere better than here.

(i brought this for you, it's gonna make you feel better.)

you took the soup and took your first bite.. it wasnt that bad. the food may not be up to ur liking but he tried his best and that's what's counts! he always made sure that u were comfortable, safe and well. u continued eating it either since u haven't been for a while, in fear that u might throw up if u did.

“i like it alot.. thank you, my love.” u say as u swallow some of the food that u chewed for a little longer than intended but u were grateful for what he did. u always were super flattered by him and he made sure of that. “por supuesto, mi dulce niña. you know i care about you.” he replies as he kept his gaze on u, totally not concerned over ur health.

(of course, my sweet girl.)

“you're nose reminds me of a rabbit.. its all pink fom your sneezing.”

“... thank you, javi.”

he was so silly. but u loved him.

[shittybundaskenyer]

✹ ▬   𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

rating: Explicit

pairing: Javier Escuella x M!Reader

summary: you go on a hunting trip with javier that ends with fishing, a good meal and a fight.

warnings: swearing, a bit of angst, some sweet tension, some more yearning, a little gory details with the fish, some rough kissing and smut in the end for a treat

word count: 2867

a/n: another fic i wanted to get out earlier but couldn’t. this is my first time writing javier and a male reader so bear with me. also this is a bit different from my usual i think? anyway thank you so much for your request and kind words anon, you’re so sweet! 💕

MASTERLIST    |    ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN

The water is lukewarm near the shore, lapping gently at the sandy soil as the wind picks up a little, warping the muddy green surface of the lake into ruffles and waves. You can see the bushes of pondweed and algae twist and twirl under the water, dancing around small fishes and tadpoles. A hungry bird watches over them, from the tree above your head where it sang love-lullabies just a moment ago. He's gone quiet, hopeful for his early dinner. 

You miss the song already. 

A loud splash distracts you, erasing the soft melody from your mind. It’s a fish, you realize, hooked on Javier’s line, desperately flopping around in the water to tear itself free. There’s no mercy for it where two hungry stomachs growl in sync. The last time you’ve eaten a normal meal was yesterday morning. 

Javier takes his time though, fishing peacefully like the day’s all his, like there’s no law breathin’ down your necks, like there’s no god above the peacefully swaying Lemoyne meadows. 

But there’s one. Fate. 

He grips the rod firmly, reels in the fish with practiced movements. It’s a fairly big one, a bass probably. Gonna make one hell of a meal with all the wild onions and thyme you gathered. 

It’s still strange—how you two can work together. There’s a lot of silence, a few long, meaningful looks and no words are needed when you sit down in the end of a day and spend some time nursing a whiskey bottle. He often sings, hums gentle tunes of songs you cannot understand. Love ballads, war songs, some sea shanties Pearson taught him. His voice is nice, soft even. Lacks the edge your own possesses. No one says your name like he does. 

Christ, you’re lost again. You watch how he picks the hook out of the mouth of the bass and walks to a small tree stump that’s covered in thin flecks of blood and silky fish scales. You’ve seen this countless times, the way he knocks the life out of it with a log, one really strong hit to the head, and the fish’s eyes go dead. You can’t look away from his hands. Slender fingers, crossed by many scars. Knife cuts, gun-callouses. Fine, dark hairs and neatly trimmed nails. There’s blood under them, probably the fish’s. Or one of the lawmen. Or yours. 

A dull ache flares up in your throat, under the small scar you got years ago. The phantom pain of a touch, those same fingers pressing on your own skin. You shake your head and stand up rom the grass, patting down your jeans and popping open the top buttons of your shirt. This is the longest day of the year, the day of the sun when it never wants to slip under the horizon. It burns your skin, makes sweat roll down between your shoulder-blades. Purgatory, for your sins. Just as hot as the gunpowder exploding when firing a bullet. 

You sit down near the fire, trying to breathe some life into it. There’s a small grill you salvaged from a broken down wagon somewhere near Emerald Station, and an old coffee percolator Javier found in the shack nearby. After what happened in the last years this feels like heaven. A warped, sick kind of heaven, a corner of hell masquerading as the home of angels. 

The firewood is still wet from the morning rain so it pops and coughs smoke into your face, cracks loudly as the fire finally catches. 

Javier turns towards you and smiles at the sound, that rare, soft smile of his. It makes something inside your chest throb. This quiet companionship, friendship even, is still something you can never get used to. People were not meant for you. Like you’ve been at the scene when the Tower of Babel got cursed, and with it, you as well. You were always greedy for love. For attention, yet you never deserved it. 

You never will. 

But this, this is something. Enough. 

When the fire is up and roaring, you flop down into the grass again and watch how Javier cuts the fish's belly open, how he guts it with practiced movements. A blade wielded by him turns into a dancer. There's that deep yearning inside you again, that aching realization that you would die the prettiest death if he would decide on flipping that knife into your chest instead. You, helpless, pressed into the softening earth with his strength holding you down, burying you amongst fish scales and fresh grass and the rich soil. 

You remember the day you two met all too well. The cut on your neck. The blood in your throat, oozing from the corner of your mouth. The tip of his knife between your ribs, ready to press down—

It’s the material of many dreams of yours after all. 

"You okay, my friend?" he looks up at you, stopping in his work for a moment until your gaze meets his. You nod and he gives you the barest smile, returning to prepare the fish. 

You've both come a long way since then. 

“When do you think this is gonna end?” you find yourself asking. It’s a selfish question. You don’t exactly know what are you really asking. 

“What?” 

This hunting trip. This reality of being wanted dead or alive in multiple states. This life. This companionship.

“The law, chasin’ us,” you finally sigh. You’ve been greedy before, but you know better now. You have to enjoy this until it lasts. 

“That’s never,” he smiles again, a with an almost sad look in his eyes. The fish’s almost done. He puts it near the others on a wobbly old tin plate. 

You prepare the fish from now on, seasoning it with the fresh greens you picked nearby while Javier packs up his fishing equipment and flops down next to you in a log to clean his knife with the rag he uses to rub gun-oil onto his revolver. 

The heat is almost unbearable next to the fire but the smell makes you stay when the fishes start to cook on the old grill. Javier watches with hungry eyes, fidgeting with a cigarette in his mouth in the meanwhile until he offers the half-burnt thing to you. You try no to think about how the butt of the cigarette faintly tastes of mint and chewing tobacco.

This is the best dinner you’ve had since months. The stale taste of Pearson’s stew is erased from your tongue as soon as you take a bite from the cooked bass. Javier has bread, too, a can of dried tomato and some leftover whiskey from last week. This could be a hotel dinner somewhere in Saint Denis. But it’s not. You’re sitting in the real wilderness, not brick and steel, under old trees and a symphony of birdsong with the familiar smell of algae and fish, the quiet lapping of the lake. 

You think about the others, the camp. The work that still needs doin’. The law set on a wild goose-chase. When you’re both finished with the food, you can’t help asking, 

“Do you think Dutch’s got somethin’ wrong goin’ on with his head?”

Javier’s eyes go narrow for a second. 

“‘Course not,” he slowly shakes his head and puts the plates away. They need washing a bit later. He looks up at you and walks closer. “What, you wanna leave?”

You shake your head and wipe your hand on your jeans. 

“No. I was just thinkin’ about what happened with Arthur a few weeks back. He never went searchin’ for him.”

Javier sees through you like glass. He know where this conversation is going and he doesn’t like it. 

“He was probably busy,” he shrugs, kicking dirt onto the fire to make it die down faster. There’s no need for it in the warm nights of July. Your hand curls into a fist. 

“But with what, Javier? I can’t wrap my head around why he wouldn’t care for his own son,” you know you’re going too far. But what happened scares you. Arthur is Dutch’s right hand man, and he didn’t care when he went missing. You just know he didn’t. 

“You thinkin’ on betraying him now, don’t ya?” Javier’s hand goes for the bade at his hip, his palm drapes around the wooden hilt. 

“I just—I think he’s not in his right mind. What if it was you who got captured?”

“I wasn’t,” he whispers, softy, in that voice he uses to hum ballads after the camp went to sleep. 

“That’s not what I’ve asked. You’re just afraid to think about what would’ve happened if he didn’t search for you. I know he wouldn’t.” This is why people hate to be around you. You ask too much, stir up shit when you know you shouldn’t. But you care for these people, for him, if they get hurt… You can’t let them. You have a knife, a gun and blood in your guts, you can fight. No one can run forever.

“Stop,” he hisses, and the blade is unsheathed. You almost anticipate the cold weight of it against your neck, in a really fucked-up way. 

“Loyalty blinded you. All of us. But this thing, since Blackwater, it ain’t right,” your voice is calm but your heart isn’t.

Javier lunges for you, and you tumble into the grass, with his weight atop you and his knife nestled in the hollow of your throat. The scar flares up there with a burning of a cut. Javier snarls.

“If I die, I’ll die. But I’m gonna be free.”

You force his hand away, kick him off of you, down into the dirt beside you. There’s a brief second while you’re both laying flat under the settling sun, until he rises up again and goes for your shoulder instead, cutting a hole into your shirt and nicking the skin under.

“Do you really?” you look up, into his eyes until the fight softens in them. He’s tired under the mask, so tired, for a second you almost think it looks like he’s dead. He’s been running since… what? So long before Blackwater, before you two met, before anything. He runs since whatever happened in Mexico. He got so used to it he can’t stop. 

“Stop it!”

You knock the blade out of his hand anyway. There’s a slap on your face that you can’t really feel, a punch to your shoulder. He slumps against you like a dead body, like a corpse freshly pulled off of a horse’s back. Fish scales glint in the yellow light between blades of grass around you, turquoise and silver and muddy brown. Colors of summer scars. 

“I jus’ don’t want you to die like a dog, Javi.”

You don’t move, you can’t. It takes a little time for him to breathe normally again. You can feel it against your chest, the scar on your neck. 

“Why?” his lips almost touch your shoulder. Somewhere in your body caterpillars transform into moths with palm-sized wings. 

“We have no one, just each other. Why die for a lost cause?”

You know he wants to say loyalty, but he doesn’t, in the end. He pulls back a little instead, gazing down at you like a lover. Like a killer. 

The moths are at your throat, digging into flesh, crawling out from that small scar when you ask, 

"Kiss me?" you try to whisper but it comes out as a weak question. 

His answer is a small smile, barely noticeable, and then his lips are on yours, chapped and warm and feeling like you've always imagined. Hunger crawls up inside you like a beast, so you open your mouth and let him in, almost choking on a groan when Javier kisses you harder. There's no air left between you, not a bare inch of distance and you think something breaks inside your chest when his eyelashes flutter against your cheek. 

There's teeth and there's tongue, and there's an insistent hand grasping your nape, nimble fingers cradling your head, sliding over your hair. You're a lost instrument and he plays you like the most finely tuned guitar, plucking your carefully built walls away until you're singing a string of sighs into his mouth. 

You shudder from it, pull away a little when the sighs want to turn into sobs. Christ. 

He watches you from under his dark lashes, eyes half-lidded and almost hazy. You've seen him being drunk before but this look is different. There's heat behind, a low fire burning in amber as you nudge his nose with yours and let him kiss you once more, softly this time. 

You’ve always mistook him for a romantic, but it’s more. Passion. Burning, untamed passion that scorches everything in it’s path, including you. It’s gonna be the end of him, you just know it. His passion in loyalty, music, killing—in loving in his own kid of way. 

The kisses turn into insistent hands gripping shirt-sleeves and tearing down buttons as Javier scrambles to his feet, reaches for you to follow. The shack you made your home for the night is just a few steps away, it’s walls eaten away by time and the weather and bugs, but it’s enough to take your weight as he pushes you against it next to the door inside, finally sheltered by some shade but still burning. 

You kiss him and he kisses you back and somewhere between it turns into a fight of fates, of opinions and worlds. He won’t let go of this, you won’t let go of yours. You’ll likely die with a bullet in your head, a noose around your neck, but together at least. Prey animals know they will die if a predator hunts. You know this won’t last forever, but right now, right now it feels like it might. 

Javier is not a romantic, but your idea of romance is warped anyway. You want this strange feeling of lightheadedness as he kisses your air away, this crawling feeling inside you as he smacks you against a wall once more, caging you in like a rare animal caught by scientists to study. A new species, a leech, a tick. Latching onto love, getting poisoned by the sickly sweet blood. 

You grab him by the neck and you turn, pressing him up against the only window until he yields. He grabs your shirt, pushes it off of your shoulder while you do the same with him, exposing dark skin and scars of the past. There’s no time to think. Love is an animalistic instinct and it drives your hands down his stomach, his navel, until his pants are open. 

Javier parts from you with a loud exhale and you fall to your knees.

You take him into your hand, your mouth, and soon after, into your throat. It's messy and tears bubble out the corners of your eyes when you take it a bit too far, but hell, you don't want to stop. Not when a loving hand slides over your left cheek and a thumb gently wipes away the wetness under your eye. Not when you feel calloused fingers buried in your hair, not when he whispers your name so reverently you feel like a god. 

There's drool on your chin and tears stinging the corners of your eyes but Christ, he's so beautiful like this, backlit by the scorching orange of the afternoon sun, his skin hot on your tongue and you don't want to stop. The shack's dirty window fogs around his back, even though the humid heat outside and sweat beads in the cradle of his hips, trying to hold himself back, trying to last for you. 

“Javi,” you whisper his name like a question, but then you take him back into your mouth, almost choking when he shudders against you. Your name sounds sweet when he tries to make you stop and it feels like now you are pressing a blade to his neck. 

He wrestles you off of him after that, pulls you up and pushes you onto the old mattress, covering your body with his until there’s no space left between. He wipes the drool off of your chin, licks into your mouth for another slow kiss. His hands slide over your chest, your belly where the callouses catch on star-shaped bullet wounds. You grind against each other, seeking friction, lost in the warmth and the touches and the slickness in Javier’s hand. 

You're both nothing, only bugs making love under the forgiving eyes of the sun, getting scorched on the dark rock you decided to tangle into each other. But Javier doesn't mind. He likes you even like this, bruised and broken and stepped on like a sad little cockroach. You're alive, and you have love to give. It's more than enough.

He touches a hand to your throat, traces a sticky finger over the small scar that's still there. You don't know if it's an apology or not, but his kiss after definitely is. 

Gutted bugs laying in the sun, the new thieves of the summer. If you die, you'll die free.

[herbatalover]

Javier and John (separate) with a taller male s/o who has a habit of throwing them up in the air and spinning them when excited

Please and thank you

A/N: Decided to make it into headcannons because it'll be easier. Enjoy!

(English is not my first language! Apologies for any grammatical errors)

Up, up and away!

Javier/John x male reader headcannon

<<<<<<<<

Javier

He loves seeing you excited. You being excited makes him excited.

He does not, however, enjoy flying.

When you first threw him in the air, he was terrified. You just got back from a big mission. You managed to get a lot of money, and Dutch, as a reward, allowed you to keep a big part of it.

You were thrilled! You decided to share the news with Javier.

He didn't see you coming, so you ran up to him, picked him up and threw in the air.

You were way taller than him, so it was easy.

Hilarious too, seeing him screech and panick.

You started laughing when he came down, catching him and hugging close to yourself, spinning around.

That man clinged onto you for dear life.

When you finally told him what happened, he tried to be happy.

Well, he was happy, but he felt like he'll pass out.

When you eventually put him down, you had to hold him to steady him.

You had to give him a second before he could return your excitement.

After that, it started happening more often, but you made sure he realised you were coming.

A light tap on his shoulder, a hug and then you threw him in the air.

He was still terrified, but he found it fun as well.

Laughing happily, giving you a kiss on the lips when you caught him.

He tried to return the favour once.

Once.

He almost broke his back.

You made sure he won't try it ever again.

Overall, he's perfect for throwing in the air.

Very aerodynamic.

John

So the first time you did it didn't go as well as you hoped for.

Long story short, he threw up.

It was a similar situation that was with Javier, only that John saw you coming.

But he wasn't ready.

As soon as he got thrown into the air, he could feel the breakfast coming up.

He tried to calm his stomach when he landed in your arms.

But then you started spinning.

And oh God.

He's not used to getting thrown in the air. Carried, sure, but not thrown.

You were stunned.

He was embarrassed.

But thank God you just laughed it off.

If you're brave enough, even gave him a peck.

Yea it was disgusting, but you wanted him to know it's okay.

He appreciated it.

You helped him get cleaned up.

And he helped you.

Taking your clothes off was always his favourite part...

The next time it happened, he was prepared.

He didn't eat anything before that.

But when he realized that you were way more careful, he relaxed.

Started enjoying it even.

To the point he made you excited on purpose just so he could get the little spinning.

He loved the feeling.

And don't worry, the throwing up was only a one time event.

Okay it did happen again.

But he was drunk!

He was still smiling afterwards.

[neon-junkie]

May I ask for some headcanons on a male reader three way with Sean and Javier?

oh my god, what an interesting combo, but a welcome one >:3

Javier has no idea why he's doing this... sex with you? fantastic. But letting Sean join in? what is he thinking...?

Sean on the other hand LOVES this. He can't keep a straight face, he's all smiles and laughter, nudging and winking at Javier as you begin to undress.

"Look at him, strippin' off for us. Who would have thought? Eh? Me and you, Javi', sharing this piece of ass!"

Remember that mission where Arthur saves Sean, and Javier has to give Sean a lift on the way back? And he looks SO defeated as Sean hops on Boaz and begins nattering away? Javier has that same look right now...

"Sean, please... Let's just focus on him, alright? There's no need for pointless talking... please..."

It's going to be hard to find the perfect balance, but when you do, it's magical.

The best way to shut Sean up (and find true peace) is by going down on him. Give him a blowjob whilst Javier hits it from behind.

Sean will melt like putty in your hands, and Javier knows exactly what to do. It's the perfect combo!

Javier feeds you a lot of praise, whereas Sean eggs you on. Javier is the type to say "good boy" and "that's it, just like that." Whilst Sean is going "go on lad, just a little more!!" and "aah, keep doin' that for me, sweet cheeks."

But once Javier has came, Sean will want to finish inside you too. 'Sloppy seconds' as he calls it, unless if he fully falls apart and cums in your mouth.

[reddeadunredeemable]

Javier + Drunk for the nsfw prompt please

Javier + Drunk

NSFW Javier X M!Reader

It's a party, so of course everyone at camp is drinking. Eventually, Javier's guitar playing fades out and is replaced by Charles's drunken harmonica racket and a chorus of mismatched siging.

Javier wobbles over to you and takes you by the hips, pulling you close. You fall into him, giggling and he bursts out laughing. The both of you are happy drunks and he plants a kiss on your lips. He tastes of tequila, and the kiss isn't as gentle and practised as it would usually be. Javier's drunk kisses are a little sloppy. He gropes your ass and mumbles something about a quickie.

You both stumble back to a tent, hopefully one of yours, and collapse onto the bedroll. With fumbling haste, you tug at each other's clothes. When the clumsy undressing is done, Javier will put you on all fours and take you from behind. When sober, he would normally fluff you up with foreplay first and tease until you were begging, but drunk Javier is not as smooth or as patient.

Tonight, in a drunken haze, he ruts into you and jerks you off desperately. He babbles at you in Spanish as he hits your prostate, his cock throbbing inside you, eager for gratification. Despite his alcohol intake, he's still incredible at this, driving you to orgasm in his hand. This doesn't stop either of you, and you keep going, again and again. He cums inside you, he cums on your back, he flips you over and does it on your stomach. More times than you can count, Javier changes position and starts fucking you senseless all over again. He leaves wet and messy kisses all up and down your neck whilst you moan his name for all the camp to try and ignore. He bites and sucks at your skin, littering you with hickeys. Usually, he would talk dirty, but you don't mind the absence tonight.

You pull at his hair, accidentally taking out his neat ponytail and he laughs a little. It looks good, dripping with sweat, and you tell yourself inwardly to remember this sight tomorrow. Javier is focused on other things, licking and biting excessively at your nipples, tugging your cock as if he's never done it before, slamming into you at ever so slightly the wrong angle. The whole affair is clumsy, and you claw at his back, practically screaming. It's still perfect.

Eventually, the person whose tent you're actually in (whoops, guess you were too drunk to walk into the right one) comes in and yells at you both for banging in their space. Javier lifts you up and walks out with you, taking you into the bushes to carry on until both of you pass out.

[sweetjuniperandboiledsatan]

Chapter 27 - Little Jackie Boy Fit as a Fiddle

Full story here: Not a Doctor, Not an Angel Either Rating: M Pairing: John Marston x F!Reader; Javier Escuella x F!Reader Word count: 35,852 Chapters: 27/41 Warnings: Sexual content, mention of alcohol and cigarettes

“Jackie, sweetheart, could you open wide and say ‘aaah’ for me?” Your tone was gentle but cautious, acutely aware of his mother's presence behind you. In between exchanging nothing but a few civil and polite greetings and having to give her a full report on her son’s current state of health and wellbeing, you were uncertain about what was going on in her mind right now.

Jack hesitated, his eyes flicking between you and the window. You have been at it for a few minutes now (which probably felt like hours to the little boy). He may as well be wondering when you’d stop with all the poking and prodding so he can go back to playing.

“Alright,” you sighed, easing back and giving him a reassuring smile. “You're all set.”

You made a gesture to fish in your pockets before saying “I’m sorry, Jackie, I don’t think I have any more lollies for you right now. I’ll make sure to go get you some when I head out…”

Your voice trailed off as Jack made a dash for the door, but his mother was quicker. “Hold on, not so fast! What do we say?” she gently reminded him. Jack paused, looking slightly sheepish, “Thank you,” he muttered before racing off. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he did.

“That boy,” she said with a shake of her head, her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement. For a moment, you swore any animosity she had towards you was almost non-existent.

You cleared your throat, and Abigail shifted her attention back to you.

“Your boy’s fine,” you began, with as much confidence as you can muster. “Jack is healthy, fit as a fiddle. All the signs point to a strong recovery, and I've found no cause for concern.” You took a deep breath, gauging her reaction. “I know how awfully worrisome it can be as – as a mother, given all that’s happened.” Your thoughts strayed, burdened by the weight of guilt that has clung to you since you lost him in Clements Point.

“But I promise, he's doing well. He'll be back to his usual antics in no time.” You tried to offer a comforting smile, praying it would alleviate some of the tension that hung in the air between you two.

“Thank you.” She murmured, her voice faltering. Uncertain of how to respond, the creaking of the door pulled both of you from the moment.

“Everything alright here?” John’s voice broke through just as the room was settling into an uneasy silence. As he stepped in, his eyes darted between you and Abigail, slightly taken aback at the scene. His posture stiffened noticeably, perhaps at the sight of you and Abigail – talking, actually talking.

Growing more uncomfortable by the second, you prepared to take your leave. With a polite nod to Abigail and a somewhat restrained glance at John, you turned your heel and headed towards the door.

The door swung closed behind you, leaving you in the hallway outside. An unshakable feeling gnawed at you. You knew too well what it was; it had been lingering for quite some time.

It would easily dissipate, especially in moments of John’s ardent lovemaking – when he held you just a little bit longer afterward, burying his face in the crook of your neck and planting soft kisses as he did. Unfortunately, it would resurface the morning after when he’s back with Jack and Abigail.

You thought yourself a fool for ever thinking it would go away, but it never did – not since that night of Jack’s return; not since the sight of all three of them together by the campfire, as the others obnoxiously sang and drank and danced the night away.

You descended the stairs, each step a stark reminder of each passing moment John stayed in that wretched room, and you thought, a dreadful realisation, Jack started to increasingly look like John each passing day.

*

(Flashback)

It was a hot and humid evening. The moon cast a glow over the swamp. You and John had finally found some time alone, perched on a fallen log by the water’s edge.

‘I’m sorry about what happened to Jack, John. I truly am. I shouldn’t have let that happened.’ You finally spoke. The apology had been festering within you for a while, but the right moment had never presented itself.

John drew a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dark. He exhaled a plume of smoke and looked at you with confusion and concern. ‘What the hell you saying sorry for?’ He grumbled as he flicked his spent cigarette into the dark murky waters.

‘It ain’t your fault,’ he continued, his raspy voice softening as he realised you had been carrying the weight of the whole ordeal for some time now. It pained him to see you this way.

‘This life, it ain’t for a kid – any kid should go through,’ he said before a few moments of silence settled between you once more.

‘I did plenty of things, bad things in my life, that I very much regret, and the poor kid’s paying for it.’

‘I should’ve been there for him – for the both of you’s.’ He bitterly admitted.

His past mistakes hung heavy him. His voice was filled with remorse, as he continued, ‘I can’t change the past, [Y/N]. I’ve never been a good father to Jack, but I’ll be damned if I let that continue.’

‘I’ll – I’ll find a way to make things right, somehow.’ He spoke before drifting back to his own thoughts.

You gave him a comforting smile before resting your head on his shoulder, and John was quick to give you a kiss on the forehead as you did. While pride welled within you at your lover’s newfound determination, uncertainty loomed in your thoughts, like a gathering storm on the far-off horizon – where do you fit in all of this?

*

As you made your way down, the heavy thud of John's footsteps echoed behind you. He quickened his pace, seemingly eager to catch up with you. Yet, the prospect of engaging in a conversation with him, let alone seeing his face again, was not exactly what you were in the mood for this morning.  You made for a discreet exit through the backdoor instead, hoping to evade his notice.

Outside, you sighed and found yourself interrupted immediately by Arthur and Sadie. Their spirits this morning contrasted sharply with your unease.

“Oh, hello.” You greeted them, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.

“Anything bothering you, Ma’am?” Arthur asked.

“No, nothing at all, Mr. Morgan,” you replied, trying to regain your composure. “Would you mind if I joined you two for a bit?”

“No Ma’am. Not at all.” Arthur replied warmly as he made some space for you in the group.

You settled with them, not really joining in on their conversation. Sadie turned her attention back to Arthur. She pressed him on about taking her with him on their next robbery, but it was only met with Arthur’s hearty chuckle of dismissal.

“Ms. Adler.” You interjected, breaking their conversation.

Both of them immediately stopped talking, their eyes fixed on you in anticipation.

“I was wondering if you’d be kind enough to teach me,” you hesitantly requested the older woman.

“Teach you what, sweetheart?” Sadie enquired.

“To shoot… uhm with guns,” you stammered, feeling a blush creeping over your cheeks.

“Didn’t Javier already tried to teach you?” Arthur reminded you.

You lowered your head slightly, your face reddening. "That didn't exactly work out, Mr. Morgan."

"I'm sorry, honey. I don't think I can," Sadie responded as-a-matter-of-factly.

You nodded, a bit flustered, and bid the two of them goodbye.

Arthur, sensing an opportunity to share crucial information, turned to Sadie. "I don't know if anyone's told you yet.”

“But you’re after the same people who killed her father," he confided.

Sadie's expression shifted her frustration apparent. "No, Arthur. No one told me that. No one in this gang tells me a goddamned thing about anything."

“Hey, [Y/N].” Sadie beckoned for you to come back. With some hesitation, you approached them once more.

"Okay," Sadie said, her voice confident and determined this time around. "I'll teach you how to shoot."

***

[ghouligancentral]

Just a Lil' bit O' Fun

Javier Escuella x Reader X Sean McGuire

NSFW (18+)

Summary- With your help, Javier makes sure Sean learns his lesson.

A/N-

Wooooh boy. I was inspired to write this after hearing an interaction in camp where Sean mocks Javier's outfit. I honestly debated about not posting this one because I thought it was a little too much, but then again when is it ever too much and it was just going to sit in my google docs. Just a warning Javier is a little mean to Sean in this one. I didn't proof all of this because frankly no one has time for that.

Warnings: SMUT, Light dom/sub, Masturbation, oral sex, f/m/m threesome.

Sean’s knee bounces nervously as he sits alone at the table. Every time the door opens, he turns quickly to see if you and Javier have arrived yet and each time he has been disappointed so far. The Irishman groans as he leans back before taking another swig of his beer in an attempt to try and calm his nerves. Part of him tells him he should just get up and leave, that this is a bad idea, but the other part, the part that keeps him sitting in this chair, wants this more than he has ever wanted anything before. He’s been anticipating this ever since Javier pulled him aside after a job and gave him the proposition. 

A rush of adrenalin floods his system as he watches Javier swing the door open, holding it for you as you walk in behind him. Sean’s eyes light up when he sees you, you look absolutely stunning. Any doubt he had about doing this leaves his mind, now he can only think about one thing: you. When your eyes meet Sean’s he waves you and Javier over. While you make your way over to Sean, Javier goes over to the bar to order drinks. Sean watches as the bartender hands a shiny object to Javier, who then slides it into his pocket. 

“Hello Sean,” you greet as you take a seat beside the Irishman. A red blush floods his cheeks as he looks at you. 

“Oh hi,” Sean murmurs before he takes another swig of his beer. 

“You know,” you smile as you place a hand on his leg to stop it from bouncing,” I can tell when you get nervous.”

“How so?” Sean questions as he tries to keep his voice from becoming squeaky. He always gets a little flustered around you, but now, with the thought of what is about to happen in his mind, he can’t help being alight with nerves and excitement. 

“Your accent gets heavier,” you whisper as you trail your hand higher on his leg. Sean can already feel his cock beginning to harden in his trousers, his heart rate quickens as your hand inches closer to where he wants it to be. 

“Do you still want to do this? We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you explain, stopping your hand on the outside of his thigh. Instead of his usually cocky reply, Sean can only muster up a nod in response. 

“Use your words,” you coo into his ear. 

“Yes, I still want to do this,” Sean gulps as he feels your hand begin to move once more. 

“Good boy,” you whisper in his ear just before you give his member a light squeeze through his trousers, teasing him. To his disappointment, you pull away and move over when you spot Javier approaching with drinks. 

“For the lady,” Javier smiles as he sets your drink down in front of you. Javier plops down in the seat facing Sean before he takes a drag of his whisky while looking Sean up and down. Sean feels his face redden under the scrutiny of the other outlaw. 

“So, you still up for this, compadre?” Javier questions as he leans farther back into the seat. 

“I just asked the same thing,” you smile at Javier before you take a sip of your drink. The both of you look back to Sean for a reply. 

“Yes,” Sean answers,” if you think you can handle it.” 

A dark smile forms on Javier’s lips upon hearing the backtalk from the Irishman. He takes another long sip of his drink before forming a reply. 

“Oh I wouldn’t be saying that if I were you, amigo,” Javier warns with a grin. Sean takes another sip of his beer in an attempt to hide his nervousness. 

“Alright boys, enough talk,” you announce as you finish up the last of your drink.

“Javier, if I may?” You ask, holding out a hand. Javier smiles as he fishes the key out of his pocket before handing it to you. 

“Room 4, upstairs to the right,” Javier says before closing your hand over the metal and placing a kiss on your knuckles. 

“Give me ten minutes,” you exclaim before turning and heading up the stairs. You feel two sets of eyes follow you as you walk. In the moment you feel like both predator and prey. 

“You remember what I told you?” Javier asks Sean as he looks back at the man. 

“Yes,” Sean replies before Javier motions for him to repeat the rule,” No touching unless I’m given permission.”

Sean is a little less than thrilled to be taking orders from Javier, but he is willing to do it if that means that he gets to see you like in such a state of undress. 

“You know, amigo, she made up the rules, not me,” Javier muses with a smile as he finishes his drink. Sean’s eyes widen in surprise, he hadn’t expected you to be so dominant. 

While the boys remain downstairs, you make your way up to the rented room. You unlock it to find a small room with a bed, two chairs and a dresser. It is cozy and you know it will do nicely for what you have planned for the evening. You begin by pulling out a small article of clothing from your satchel: a silk robe. Javier had bought, or stole (you don’t really know or care for that matter), it for you the last time he was in Saint Denis.

You strip yourself of your garments before setting them aside before slipping on the robe. After securing it around your waist you move one of the chairs closer to the bed. Just as you are finishing up, you hear a knock on the door and go over to open it. Once the two men have crossed through the doorway you shut and lock it. Javier places a kiss on your head before moving over to the bed. Sean allows his eyes to roam over you, taking in the sight of your body. 

“Are you going to be a good boy Sean?” you ask as you saunter over to Sean. The Irishman can hardly contain himself and gives an excited nod. His hand twitches a little as the idea of palming himself through his trousers pops into his mind, but he doesn’t. He wants to be a good boy and he knows that's not what good boys do. Javier watches you as he props himself up on his elbows. Javier wasn’t too happy when he found out that Sean had been flirting with his woman. He thought the problem had been solved after he had confronted the Irishman, only to find out Sean started back up after about a week. While Javier knew you wouldn’t even dream of cheating on him, there was something about Sean’s attitude that rubbed him the wrong way. 

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One night, you noticed that Javier was particularly stressed. 

“What’s wrong Javi?” you asked as you sat down beside the man. 

“Sean,” Javier growled in response,” he just won’t listen.” 

“I wish there was some way to put that little shit in his place. The only person he ever listens to is you…..” Javier’s words trail off as a wicked idea pops into his head. He knew you enjoyed  being the dominant one in the bedroom on some occasions. 

“I know that look, Javi. What are you thinking?” You question as you start to wonder what his idea might be. 

“Stop me anytime if you aren’t interested and we will forget I ever brought this up, but I have an idea of how you can put Sean in his place.”

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“Good. Go take a seat over there,” you explain, gesturing to a chair that has been pulled up alongside the bed,” and don’t touch yourself.” 

Sean is quick to follow your instructions, sitting down and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. You chuckle at his eagerness as you climb up onto the bed to join Javier. Both Javier’s and Sean’s eyes widen as you disgarde your robe, throwing it off somewhere beside the bed. You straddle his lap and gently grind your hips down against his. 

You let out a moan when your core makes contact with the bulge in Javier’s trousers. A grunt escapes his lips as he brings his hands up to grab onto your waist, causing you to press down harder on his member. The two of you continue to grind together while Sean watches with big eyes. You hear a low groan come from the Irishman and out of the corner of your eye you can see him shifting in his seat. You still your hips before turning to look at Sean. 

“You better not be touching yourself,” you berate, Sean gives you a sheepish look, letting you know that was exactly what he was doing. 

“Put your hands on the bed and keep them there,” you instruct and Sean obeys. You feel Javier shift underneath you as he runs his hands up your bare sides. Once he reaches your face, his hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you in for a kiss. Javier moans into your mouth as you let his tongue explore you. Your arms wrap around his neck and one hand snakes its way up into his hair. You have to pull away for air and you watch as Javier pouts his lip in disappointment, however, he isn’t disappointed for long since you lean in and begin attacking his neck with a series of nips and kisses. 

The outlaw groans as he buries his face in your hair as he thrusts his hips up against you, trying to achieve some sort of friction. His rough hands wander over your back causing the arousal in your core to grow stronger. You bring your hands down to begin undoing the buttons on his vest. Javier took the initiative to remove his jacket and gun belt before getting on the bed, and You are thankful that you don’t have to take the extra time to remove them . After finishing undoing the last button on the vest you lean back so that you can remove it before tossing it over to the side to land somewhere with your robe. 

You gently push Javier down so that his back is flat against the bed. He smiles up at you as you lightly trace a finger down his face and neck before untying the handkerchief from around his neck. You then work your way down the buttons of his shirt, once you reach the bottom you throw it open. Javier lets out a groan at the feeling of you running your hands through the soft hair peppering his chest. Sean’s fists clinch in frustration as he wishes it was him that your hands were touching. 

You let out a small giggle at the frustrated groan of Sean before moving lower on Javier so that you can work on undoing his trousers. You give Javier’s bulge a few rubs before leaning down and running your tongue over the fabric. Both Javier and Sean groan at the sight, with Javier struggling to keep from bucking his hips up. You run your tongue all the way up until you reach Javier’s navel before you sit back up and unbutton his trousers. 

Javier lifts his hips off the bed, allowing you to pull his jeans down to his thighs. You curl your fingers around his erect member before leaning down and giving the head a small lick. Javier moans in response to the action. As much as he is enjoying this, there is something he really wants to do. 

Javier sits up to remove the rest of his shirt and trousers before he tosses them to the side. 

Javier positions you so that you are facing away from Sean on all fours, with your soaked cunt on full display. Javier places a series of kisses that run up your spine. You shudder a little at the ticklish feeling of his facial hair rubbing against your soft skin. You moan and arch your back deeper as Javier nibbles on your ear. A single finger begins to rub up and down your soaked slit as he coos praises directed at you. You gasp as you feel a finger slide into your core. 

“Mierda! You’re so wet for me,” Javier growls as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you,” I bet Sean wishes he could feel just how tight and wet this sweet little cunt is.”

Javier gives Sean a wicked smile before pushing a second finger into you. You cry out in pleasure as you feel Javier begin to scissor you open. Sean’s knuckles are white from gripping the bed sheet so tightly. The way your pussy clenches around Javier’s fingers drives him wild. All he wants is to be buried in your tight heat. 

“That’s it mi amor,” Javier murmurs as he leans down and places a kiss on your outer thigh,” show Sean just how much you are enjoying this.”

You nearly scream when Javier snakes a hand under your body and begins rubbing your clit. You feel the wave of your first orgasm beginning to build. Javier continues for the next few moments with this motion, however, when he adds a third finger that building wave of arousal comes crashing down on you. Your legs shake as you cum on his fingers, your slick running down his fingers and onto your thighs. 

“Tan buena,” Javier praises as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy. Javier moans when he places them in his mouth to lap up any remaining juices. 

“I bet you wish you could taste her. Maybe you’ll get the chance after I fuck her,” both you and Sean moan at his words. 

Javier spins you around so that you are facing Sean, still on your hands and knees. Javier moves so that he is positioned at your entrance. You groan when you feel the tip of his hard member brush against your opening.  Sean watches you bite your lip in pleasure as Javier pushes into you. Your face is only inches away from Sean’s but he knows he can’t just reach out and touch you. 

Javier grunts as he gets into a rhythm. Each time he pushes in you are thrust closer to Sean. Javier’s hands grip your waist so that he can keep pulling you back to meet his thrusts each time. 

“Here we go,” Javier grunts and he positions the two of you so that you are now riding him. 

“Oh fuck Javi!” You cry as he bounces you on his cock. You can feel a few beads of sweat rolling down your spine as you continue to ride Javier. His fingers dig into your hips as he continues railing up into you and you know you will have bruises there come tomorrow. 

“That’s it mi amor. Just like that! Fuck,” Javier praises as you feel his thrusts quicken, you recognize this as one of the tell tale signs he is about to cum. He lets go of one side of your hips to move his hand down to your cunt. A gasp escapes you as you feel a finger brush up against your clit. He begins to rub small circles over you causing you to moan out his name. 

Sean watches the scene before him. His neglected cock twitches in between his legs and he is dying to stroke it. But he knows that if he can hold off for just a little longer, he might get something better. 

“Are you gonna cum para mi?” Javier grunts as he feels your walls flutter slightly around him. 

“Yes,” you huff as you continue riding the outlaw below you. 

“Bueno,” Javier utters, giving your clit one good rub. This triggers your orgasm and you cry out Javier’s name as you feel pleasure pulse through your body. Javier continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The feeling of your cunt clamping down on him causes Javier to cum. Thick ropes of white coat the insides of your wall. 

“Ah mi amor,” Javier pants and he lifts you off of his softening cock,” eres tan buena.”

“You too,” you giggle as you thread your fingers through this dark hair. The two of you lay there and catch your breath before you decide what you should do with Sean. 

“Since you were such a good boy and didn’t touch yourself, I’ll let you have a treat,” you smirk as the words come out of your mouth. Sean is visibly excited by the idea of you rewarding him. You position yourself in front of him and spread your legs, giving the Irishman a great view of your dripping core. A drop of the mix of yours and Javier’s cum leaks out onto the bed and Sean can feel his cock aching at the sight. 

“Move closer,” you instruct. Sean quickly pulls his chair closer to the bed before looking up into your eyes, waiting for the next instructions. You let out a loud, exaggerated moan as you gently start teasing your clit with two fingers. The sight almost makes Sean drool. 

“Please. Please, I’ve been such a good boy just let me,” Sean whines as he feels another drop of precum ooze out of his painfully hard cock, staining his trousers. You pretend to be debating it for just a moment, when Javier interrupts your thought.

“Mi corazón, let the boy taste you, he’s earned it,” Javier mumbles as he begins to redress himself. 

“Alright Sean, you heard what Javi said,” you muse softly. Sean quickly moves to place your legs over his shoulders and begins to dive in before you stop him. 

“Ah don’t you think you should thank Javier before you get started,” you tease as Sean looks up at you with wide eyes as he nods. 

“Thank you sir,” Sean utters frantically. Javier just grunts in response as he pulls up his jeans, the metal of his belt clanking together as he does so. 

“You may begin.”

Sean takes no time diving in. You gasp and arch your back as you feel his tongue swipe through your slit. The ferocity at which he laps at your cunt surprises you. Only muffled whimpers and groans can be heard coming from his mouth. Javier makes his way over to stand beside Sean allowing him a better view of the scene playing out before him. 

“You’ve gotta do better than that , pequeña mierda,” Javier smirks before he grabs the back of Sean’s head, shoving him closer to your pussy. Sean moans into you in response to the action as he doubles down on his efforts. Your heels dig into his back as you try to keep your legs open, wanting nothing more than to clamp them down on either side of his head, but then Javier wouldn’t get as good of a show. One of your hands makes its way to Sean’s head and tangles itself into the mess of red hair. You give him a little tug causing him to moan.

Javier can feel his cock rehardening in his trousers as he watches your heaving chest. Sean moves one hand up on the bed and begins toying with your clit. 

“Oh good boy Sean,” you praise as you feel the coil of arousal in your stomach beginning to tighten. 

“Look at that,” Javier laughs as he watches the two of you,” Sean hasn’t even touched himself yet.”

You look at Javier in surprise and cock an eyebrow as if to ask ‘really’. Javier just nods back before Sean's thumb presses down harder on your clit, causing you to let go of his hair to prevent yourself from falling backwards onto the bed. 

“Still trying to be a good boy?” Javier mocks as he roughly pulls Sean’s head away from you by his hair. 

Sean groans as he feels his hair being tugged and stares at you with lust filled eye. Something stirs in you as you watch his mouth and chin shine with your slick. Sean ekes out a small ‘uh hu’ in response to Javier’s question. You lean up a little so that you can cup Sean’s face in your hands. Javier lets go of his hair as you begin to rub Sean’s cheek with your thumb. 

“Aww such a good boy. You wanna touch yourself while you taste me? Yes I know you would, sweet boy,” you coo,” now be a good boy and make me cum.”

Sean immediately dives back into licking at your cunt but before he presses his thumb against your clit, he quickly undoes his own trousers to free himself. His other hand settles on his cock and he lets out a pitiful moan when he finally begins to stroke himself. It only takes him three pumps before he is cumming all over his hand. His moans and gasps are muffled as he remains buried in your pussy. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp as you feel yourself getting closer. Sean takes this as an indication to continue with his movements. The tight coil in your stomach finally snaps when you feel a pair of calloused hands knead at your breast. You open your eyes to find Javier playing with your tits and pinching your nipples. You cum with a cry as you feel waves of pleasure crash over you. Your legs clamp down tightly on the sides of Sean’s head as you ride out your orgasm. After your orgasm is over, a little hiss escapes your lips at the feeling of Sean still lapping at your oversensitive core. 

“ detenlo ahora,” Javier snaps as he pulls Sean’s face away once more. You look down to see a rather disheveled looking Irishman between your legs, a tired smile on his face. 

“You learn your lesson Sean?” Javier questions as he lets go of the man’s hair. 

"Maybe," Sean grins," We might have to do this again, just to make sure." 

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Translations: 

pequeña mierda- you little shit 

Mi corazón- my heart (term of endearment) 

detenlo ahora- stop it now

Thanks for reading. I hope this wasn't too much. Kudos and comments are always appreciated. Also let me know if you have any ideas for future fics.