#javier x gn!reader

[talaok]

Okay so I’m thinking Pedro x Actress!reader where another famous guy/actor says in an interview that he has a crush on us which makes Pedro a bit jealous and then we all end up at the same event - maybe Pedro gets abit angsty with him but he’s super loving and affectionate toward us…

warnings: jelousy

a/n: it goes without saying that i apologize for the wait babe, i really loved this request 

It wasn't that he hated him, it was just that if anything were to happen to him he wouldn't be the one to cry, that's all...

and maybe he'd thought about punching that smug look off his face once... or twice... or every time the thought of him came up.

But it still wasn't hate

Hate is a strong word, and Pedro wasn't not one to throw it around easily, he was all for peace and love and everything but this guy... this guy was really pushing the limits

And what the actual fuck was he even doing here tonight?

"You're staring"

Your soft, amused voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, his eyes sliding to you

"I just don't get why he's here"

You stifled a laugh as you answered "The same reason why we are baby"

"he's not even nominated" he grumbled,

"neither am I" You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his soft scruff graze your palm "It's not a big deal babe, he probably said my name just because it was the first one that popped into his mind" you shook your head "I bet it's not even true"

Yeah right

He would have believed that if you were anybody else, but you... fuck- it didn't take him even a second to fall in love and you expected him to believe that that guy didn't have a crush on you? He would have sooner begun believing that Mark Zuckerberg was one of those lizard guys.

You were everything anyone could have ever dreamed of, you were funny, so incredibly smart it made him feel like a fifth grader in comparison, and god you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen 

he knew what you did to men, he knew what you did to men because that's exactly what you did to him,

and he didn't even mind that much, he'd never been the jealous type, but the problem with Shawn wasn't that he liked you (because he clearly did), but it was that he had the audacity, the smugness to fucking say it out loud, to admit it in front of a camera for anyone to see, like the woman he was talking about didn't have a husband, like he wasn't her fucking husband.

"I saw him look at you before"

This time, you did let out a little snort

"what, how dares he?" you mocked him, laughing again as his face remained completely unamused "It's your big night babe, don't let this silly little thing ruin it, please"

But just then, just when he was finally starting to let go a little, the focus of all of his loathing appeared beside you

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

Then fucking don't

"I just wanted to introduce myself" 

Shawn's eyes were only on you, as if he didn't even exist, as if your hands hadn't been on his cheeks but a moment prior

"I'm Shawn," he said, offering his hand to you "I'm... well, I'm a really big fan" he ended with a soft laugh, smiling in that charming way that surely made women all woozy

"Hi Shawn, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

As you shook his hand, Pedro was closing his into fists

This fucking guy-

"Hi pal"

Pedro's voice didn't sound even a little bit not completely pissed off

"I'm Pedro," he said "her husband"

The flicker of amusement that sparked behind his eyes made Pedro seriously ponder whether or not a little punch was that bad of an idea

"Oh, I didn't know you were married"

Andrew's eyes were back to you, and god it was taking all of Pedro not to grab him and throw him to the other side of the room

Just the fact that he was looking your way seemed too much, 

How dare he look at you, at his beautiful wife, at the love of his life?

It felt wrong, it was wrong, and it was making him furious

"I'm sure you didn't" Pedro grunted, taking a slow step closer to him "Shawn right?" he asked, even though he knew much too well who he was "What exactly are you doing here?" Pedro's eyes narrowed, his head tilting "I didn't notice your name in any of the nominations"

"baby" your soft warning was met with a soft smile from him, one that faded into a stoic/murderous gaze as soon as your husband's eyes were back on the man before him

"I'm just asking a question sweetheart, that's all"

Shawn seemed to accept Pedro's challenge in the blink of an eye

"I'm here with a friend, he's the one that got the nom"

Pedro nodded slowly, "ah. Right," he said, his hand going to your back and drawing gentle circles on it

He didn't miss the way Shawn followed the movement

"And why exactly are you talking to my wife Shawn?"

Now that, that seemed to take him aback a little, but he recovered quickly

"What?" he laughed "is no one allowed to talk to your wife without your permission or something?"

"Oh absolutely not, my wife can talk to whomever she wishes," Pedro spoke "I'm just not very fond of her talking to men that have openly admitted to liking her" he shrugged as if his eyes and voice weren't yelling murder 

You, in the meantime, were busy looking for the fastest way out of this place

"You've seen the video," Shawn said more like a statement

"I sure did" Your husband nodded "I especially liked the part where you described her as your "dream woman""

Shawn sighed loudly, shaking his head

"listen, man-"

"No, you listen, man" Pedro interrupted him "How 'bout you get the fuck away from me and my wife, mh?" he said more like a threat "How bout that?"

Shawn let out a loud breath before responding

"whatever man" he sighed, his eyes moving to you "It was nice to meet you y/n, maybe we can meet another time..." he glanced to the man on your right "when the guard dog isn't around"

"yeah" Pedro scoffed "Go fuck yourself, buddy"

You both stared at his back as he walked away, but after no more than two seconds, you couldn't help but let your lips pull into the smile you'd been holding this whole time

"that was a bit harsh"

Pedro only grinned as he brought you flash against him with his hands on your waist

"Like you haven't done worse" he smirked

Yeah... while Pedro wasn't usually jealous, you were... let's just say you were not exactly on the same wavelength

"you looked ready to kill him" you chuckled, wrapping your arms behind his neck

"mh" he hummed, ghosting your mouth "Who says I wasn't" he teased, his lips crashing with yours in a long, deep kiss that Pedro absolutely didn't wish for Shawn to be witnessing

[adelliet]

Javier Peña X f!reader

PUSSY PLEASER

Sumarry: You are Peña's assistant who saw his charm from the moment you first saw him. You were also aware of the gossip about his nickname and wanted to find out if it was really true or just made up stories…

Warnings: MDNI 18+, fingering, spanish nicknames, breast playing, unprotected sex (piv), squirming, blood (a little), aftercare

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When you applied for the position of assistant in DEA, you did not expect exactly what it entailed. You already had some experience from former companies that were not exactly focused on murders and investigations, but this is a completely different story.

When Margaret, your colleague, introduced you to everyone, they looked so stern but spoke so innocently. Except for your boss, who not only looked cold, but talked and acted like that too. You admitted that you had a lot of respect for him, but it wasn't just respect that Javi instilled in you.

The first time you shook hands with him, you saw a completely different world. His grip was hard but serious, his hands as smooth as a baby's ass and huge as if they belonged to a grizzly bear. However, it wasn't the hands that caught your attention the most.

His face was still tense and his brow furrowed as if he was still thinking about something. You could see that he took great care to keep his brown charming mustache and silky hair clean. His eyes brought the entire brown combination together perfectly as they gave off the gorgeous glow of the morning coffee. He smelled of alcohol, but not the typical disgusting smell, but a fragrant perfume. This is exactly how you always imagined the right man should smell.

Every time you walk past Peña, your breath will be taken away as soon as you smell his typical aroma. But Javi is not known here for his surprisingly gorgeous look, or for his perfume. He is known here as a pussy pleaser.

It didn't take long before you learned about his reputation as well. More precisely, on the very first day you sat down in your office, almost every colleague told you about Javi, about his rich experience with women.

You were shocked at first, but only for a little while. It's Javi we're talking about, the idea that he wouldn't be a pussy pleaser would probably surprise you more. Even so, the others put a bug in your head, and whenever you looked at Peña, a million wild scenarios formed in your head and you couldn't stop it.

Whenever you came home, laid in bed, and an image of your boss popped into your head, you couldn't help it. Your hands went slowly and automatically between your legs as you imagined Javi's lips rubbing against your wet folds. Every time you cum quick, which always surprises you. You've never had such a quick orgasm with any man before.

You love your job, and one of the main reasons is of course Javier Peña. Whenever he stands behind you while you're sitting at the table, checking your work, you can feel his hot breath against your neck, which is sending shivers down your spine immediately and the flame in your panties starts being unbearable.

You are aware of Javi's charm, how he enchanted you and how you are capable of doing anything for him, but you have to keep this job to even have a chance to see Peña still, so you try to act as formal as your body allows. But you couldn't help yourself and risk one thing, your choice of clothes.

Naturally, no one told you any rules about how to dress up for work, you're expected to know that. Of course you know that, but you also know how to attract men. That's why every day, from the first day of your job, you walk in very short and tight skirts where everyone can see almost everything.

You have your shirt tucked in, a different color every day, but you always have the 3 top buttons unbuttoned precisely so that your colleagues have a good view of the shape of your amazing breasts. You do not show interest in other male colleagues who give you attention and clearly want to fuck you right in the office, you are focused only on your target.

Even if you try to be flirtatious yet dignified at the same time, whenever you talk to Javi, he doesn't give you the attention you want. Surely, you can't miss his quick eye twitch to check you up, but other than that, nothing else happened. On the other hand, what do you expect? He is your boss and if there was anything between you, even just a kiss, it would be a huge misfortune that would take a long time to iron out and you would be on the verge of being fired right away, and Peña would be too.

But even though you know all the risks, you can't get over the idea that there could be something between you, despite his history with cheap girls, which you succesfully ignores. After all, you are too blinded by his dominance, hardness, coldness...

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It was another work day, another day where you were wearing a short skirt that gracefully accentuated the curves of your tender body, a white to see-through shirt on top, with as usual, three unbuttoned buttons that riskily exposed the top of your chest. You really "inconspicuously" wore a black lace bra that pushed up your boobies even more. All of this just for a little attention from your boss, how pathetic.

You were just walking past offices with see-through windows, knowing full well that mostly male colleagues were staring at you, like a wild animal on its prey. You couldn't lie, it gave you a bit of an ego, however, you don't care about other people's attention, you care only one Javi's attention.

You clutched the DEA files that contained Javier's papers tightly in your hands, keeping them close to your body as you tapped your heels to Peña's office door. You knocked softly until you heard permission to enter.

You walked in and as soon as you saw the man comparing the two papers in his hand, his brow furrowed, the image send shivers down your spine immediately. You take a deep breath before you start speaking.

,,Mr. Peña, here are the documents regarding to the latest case" you said, as softly and formally your voice allowed. Javi's eyes switch to you quickly, as you handed the folders to him. He places the papers he was just holding on the desk, before he gently grabbed the folders from your hand.

You straightened up, hands behind your back and chest popping as you observed your boss, more specifically his fingers. They were so long and thick, exactly how you always imagined in your wildest scenarios while touching yourself. You bite your lower lip slightly to calm yourself, and your pussy down a bit. After that you looked at Javi's face again, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips slightly pouted, how focused he was. He is always so hot like that, it drives you crazy.

When Javi started nodding his head, it forced you to return back to reality. "Thank you..." he said as a sign that you could leave. He didn't even look at you which slightly disappointed you but he's still your boss and you have to obey his orders, so you just nodded your head and quickly turned towards the door .,,Oh and uh can you get me some coffee please? I really need some energy" he asked and his voice made you turn on your heel. With a smile on your face you nodded your head again and closed the door behind you as you left the room.

That smile didn't leave your face, even when you came to the kitchen and threw the capsule into the coffee machine. You leaned against the kitchen counter and watched the brown liquid pour into the white mug.

"Hey" you heard a familiar voice. You looked by the sound, only to see your bosses colleague, Murphy. You smiled and just nodded your head softly in greeting. Murphy was pouring tea into the sink, apparently old by the stains on the top. ,, How is Javi doing about the case?" he asked, not looking at you. "I don't know Mr. Murphy" you admitted truthfully and quickly flinched when the coffee machine made a sound to signal that it was ready. You didn't hesitate for a second, grabbing the mug and quickly walking back to Javi's office.

You're a little scared of Murphy. Although he has a wife, you still couldn't help but notice his hints that he would break his loyalty to her for you. But you're not a bitch and you definitely don't want to get involved in relationships or into married men, which luckily Mr. Peña is not.

You busily knocked on your boss's door and as soon as he said permission to enter you were already inside. You were so stressed and nervous about Murphy that you tripped over your heels and spilled the boiling coffee on yourself. If you weren't in Javi's presence, you'd already be yelling curses out loud, but since you're not alone, the curses were just silently in your head.

You gasped, instantly got Javi's attention. He quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards you, asking if you're okay. "It's fuc- really burning" you hissed and looked down at your breast, covered by the hot brown liquid. "Wait here, I'll go grab some ice" he stroked your shoulders and was gone in an instant.

The pain was unreal, it wasn't the first time you spilled coffee on yourself, but never on your chest. You had to quickly get rid of the excess fabric so it wouldn't stick to your burnt skin, so you quickly removed your shirt and dropped it on Javi's desk.

At this moment, Javi arrived back and closed the door behind him. He quickly walked around you to stand face to face with you, but his eyes automatically landed on your bare boobs, covered by only soft bra. If the situation wasn't the way it is, he would have been staring at your breasts for a long time, he couldn't get enough of them. But since you were in pain, he immediately raised his eyes to your worried face.

"Here" he said and hurriedly put the ice cubes on your red chest, holding them still in his hand. You squeak a bit by the sudden arrival of cold, but you were relieved very quickly, when the pain was gone.

You close your eyes and your breath calms, as your body relaxes. "Thank you" you whisper, almost silently but Javi heard you very well. You open your eyes after you didn't hear an answer, now dazed by Peña's face across from you, looking down at you.

You liked this angle a lot more than you should have. You looked at him like an angel, like a treasure you craved more than anything else. His aromatic perfume enveloped all your olfactory cells, and still you couldn't get enough. His brown eyes were so innocent yet so full of desire and lust. The magic in his eyes intoxicated you, as did his scent, or his hands that were still glued to your chest. The ice cubes melted very quickly, now there was almost nothing left, so you could feel his fingers on your sensitive skin.

You took a deep shaky breath, scared Javi by this little movement and brought you both back to Earth. He quickly removed his fingers from your chest and awkwardly cleared his throat while breaking eye contact with you, looking around for your shirt.

Since Mr. Peña is an expert at searching, it wasn't long before he was holding your stained shirt in his massive manly hands. He realized pretty quickly that you can't wear this until the end of your working hours. When he finally worked up the courage to look up back into your eyes, he was immediately struck by the realization that you were still in his office in just a bra and a ridiculously short skirt. "You probably shouldn't wear this anymore..." you nodded at Javi's words, as you sucked your lips into a thin line.

"Mr. Peña I-" "I have some extra shirts in a cabinet, I can bring you one" he cut you off and offered you, how it seems, only idea to solve this problem. You just smiled softly and nodded in agreement. Javi didn't wait long and placed your shirt on the table before leaving to get another shirt. When he left, you let out a deep breath, as you closed your eyes. This whole scene wasn't on your bingo list.

You're still recovering and still can't figure out how it even happened. All you know is that you're grateful to Murphy. If he hadn't stressed you out, this wouldn't have happened and you'd have missed an excellent opportunity to gain Peña's shirt.

"This was the most suitable I found" you heard and turned to follow the voice. Javi was holding a red shirt in his hand and offered it to you to take. "Thank you so much Mr. Peña" you took the shirt with relief and immediately she dressed herself. Javi watched your every move, how you gracefully tuck your shirt into your skirt, how you fasten your buttons with precision, and how you boldly skip the top 3.

After you were done, you looked at Javi, caught him staring at you. You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. "Be more careful next time" his husky tone caught your breath a bit. He walked around you and sat back down at his desk, continuing with his work. Again, you were disappointed that something more didn't happen, even though it was a great opportunity to do so, but you're not going to just give up, definitely not after this experience. "I will...sorry and again, thank you" you said submissively and your boss just nodded, too 'busy' to even look at you.

You walked out of his office, slowly closing his door before walking back to your own. You definitely have a big amount of work right now, since you've been really busy lately. Even though it was very hard to force yourself to think about work now, you had no choice but to do so.

But you couldn't shake the image of Javi, the way he was looking at you. Whenever you concentrated for too long, it always blew you away and you couldn't concentrate on anything else. This is going to be a long day.

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You sighed tiredly as you rubbed a hand over your forehead. Your head was pounding, your vision was blurry and you really couldn't concentrate anymore. After a while, you leaned back in your chair and looked at the clock, which you hadn't looked at in a long time, which was a mistake. Your working hours end at 4, but the clock said 8 o'clock. Your eyes widened and your breath was caught in your neck. How is it possible that time went by so fast and you didn't even realize it?

Of course, it was already dark outside, where you could see absolutely nothing except for the lamps. You sighed sadly and already imagined in your head how some creep follows you and rapes you on the street. Because you're not exactly in discreet clothes, it's like an attraction for weirdos.

But there was nothing else to do, if you stayed in the office longer, it would just get worse, so you started packing your things and getting ready to leave. Suddenly, you hear a soft knock on the door. You looked over your shoulder and shouted permission to enter. Your heart started beating much faster, when your boss appeared in your doors.

,,Mr. Peña, what are you doing here this late?” You asked with raised eyebrows, as you pack last thing into your purse. ,,I can ask the same question” Javi crossed his arms on his chest, making his biceps pop out and charmed you immediately. You couldn't ignore them, so you just take a quick peak before looking back into his eyes. ,,I uh had a lot of work” you admit, straightened up and smile. Peña smiled back at you and nodded his head. "Then we're on the same page" you chuckled and nod your head too.

"This work is really um...draining right?" you try to continue the conversation as long as you could. "Yes, but I love it" he breathed in, his shirt tight against his chest, you could even see his hard nipples. "Me too, naturally" you made Javi chuckle a bit. But you didn't admit that you love the job only because of him.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, before you decided it's perhaps the best time to go. ,,I should probably go" you break the silence. ,,Yeah, definitely...but, it's quite dangerous right now" Javi said, because he knows it best. Well, he's a detective, of course he knows about the dangers outside.

"Yeah but I can handle it, don't worry" you calmed Peña down, even though you were worried yourself. He could sense that easily from your boy moves and face expressions. "But you definitely shouldn't be walking alone in this outfit" he stopped you as you walked towards the door, where he was still standing, leaning against the frame. You swallowed an invisible saliva and couldn't help it. Your corners lifted slightly as Javi finally mentioned your revealing clothes.

"What's wrong with my outfit, Mr. Peña?" you asked, blinking innocently, even though you knew very well, what was wrong with your outfit. Your words amused your boss as he shook his head and looked at the ground. "You know very well" he whispered and he looked back into your eyes, or rather straight into your soul. At this moment, as if time stopped, everything around was not important, it was just a blur. All you could focus on was Javi, standing just inches away from you with his arms crossed.

After a while, Javi decided to come closer and reduce the distance between you two. He walked really slowly, but it was so freaking attractive. ,,You think I haven't noticed what you're trying to do?” his deep voice send shivers down your spine, as he walked closer and closer. You stopped breathing, when you were dangerously close, that only 2 inches separated you from each other.

Your words got stuck in your throat, your heartbeat was dangerously fast and you felt a pleasant pulse in your panties. "Hm? Out of words?" he hummed, as he adjusted the collar of your shirt. He didn't look into your eyes, instead watching your chest, which was already fully healed. "You really think I am that stupid, hermossa?" He started drawing light circles on your chest, making you gasped a little.

,,I have no idea what you're talking about” finally came out of you as you mustered up all the courage you had left. Javi just smiled and finally looked you in the eyes. "You're so adorable when you lie, belezza” his hand smoothly traveled from your chest, to your neck, finally reaching your cheek and cupping it softly. You were burning but this time not from the hot coffee.

"Do you think I didn't notice your behavior, your dressing?" he said, rubbing your cheek slightly. You close your eyes, listening to his calming voice while melting into his touch. You both knew it was too late to defend yourself in any way, Javi had caught you. Of course, he's the best detective you know. Sooner or later, the truth would surface.

"And on top of that, today's coffee ‘incident’, you are very refined" you opened your eyes in surprise. "It was really an accident I-" "And do you regret it, amar?" your boss cut you off once again, and you just stared at him breathless. Of course you don't regret it, not even a second of it, so does Javi.

But before you could answer, Javi glued his lips into yours. He tickled you lightly with his soft mustache, but the passionate hungry kiss made you focus on something else entirely. You dropped your purse on the floor, not caring where it is or where it ends up, the only thing you care about right now was your bosses tongue in your mouth.

You felt huge hands on your hips, a gentle grip at first that turned into a firm grip over time. This will definitely leave bruises there, but you don't mind, actually you want it. You want everything Javier Peña offers. You immediately cooperated instinctively and wrapped your arms around Javier's neck. You ran your fingers into his fine curls, messing up his hard work that he had been struggling with all morning.

The hungrier the kissing started being, the more passionate Javi started to be. His hands were no longer just on your hips, they traveled all over your body, back, hair, neck, he wanted you so much, he longed for you so much.

Your whimpers into the kissing started being more and more loud, sending vibration into Peña's dick, that was already twitching in his really tight pants. He started moving forward, making you back up until you hit your desk with your ass. As soon as you stopped in front of the desk, Javi grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto table, after rudely and unpeacefully throwing all the very important papers on the floor.

You squeak a bit by the sudden and little aggressive move by Javi, but you were fully into it. You know Javi is a dominant, self-centered man who knows what he wants and goes for it. That's one of the reasons why you went after him so hungrily and tried to seduce him. After a lot of whimpers and wet kissing sound went by, Peña's hand were on your thighs, squeezing and massaging them. He couldn't get enough of them, he couldn't get enough of you.

His erection began to grow in his pants, and his agony made him growl. His quiet yet deep moaning sends a hot line right into your clit. He didn't wait long before grabbing your skirt by the waist and ripping it off you in one fell swoop. You gasped and stopped kissing, but not for too long. You smiled, as you looked into Javi's eyes, dark and black, full of lust, just for you.

You connected your lips to his again, your wet panties starting to leak, leaving a wet trail on the table. Your core were throbbing so much, you though you will explode in a minute. Javi was no better off than you. His cock was so tight and his balls so full that he couldn't take it anymore and started to quickly remove his pants with boxers. He was done really quick, he has experience after all, but the sound of Javi's jeans landing on the floor make you even more hornier.

Peña's hands surrounded you all over, reaching places where they shouldn't and from time to time squeezing your sensitive boobs. He had to see them in all their glory, that's why without any warning he grabbed your shirt and ripped it off of you. He didn't mind that he destroyed his own shirt, he has planty of them.

His hand quickly found the switch of your bra and with one movement, your breast was now bare. Javi needed to see them, his saliva accumulated and he had to follow his instincts, that's why your right nipple was surrounded by Javi's sore lips, while the other one was between his index and middle finger, playing with it like a toy.

You moaned, loudly so that if there was anybody near, they could easily heard you. You hoped that you two are here alone, so you can scream his name as loud as you could.

Your fingers got lost in his curls as he sucked on one of your breasts and gently squished the other. He didn't take his eyes off you, he watched your face, as it frowned and your lips formed a beautiful shape of O. He admires this view, he could watch this every day and it would still get him as excited as he is now. Talking about excitement, his cock was already leaking his precum, and your beautiful moans and groans were helping him to get closer to his orgasm, but he didn't want to climax that way. He is a gentleman, and as a right gentleman, he needs to please both of you, but definitely not in this way.

He removed his lips from your already sore nipple, adding a little pop in the end, making goosebombs appear all over your body. He leaned his forehead closer to yours, breathing heavily. You close your eyes, as you felt Javi's hard dick against your inner thigh, really close to where you need him the most.

"Do you want to know, why they called me pussy pleaser?" he whispered, his voice grainy. You breath out, quickly nodding your head. You could feel Javi's smile forming on his face.

Your breath stuck in your throat, as you felt Javi's fingers, touching you through your panties. He groans. ,,You're so wet cariño” he mutter under his breath as he examined your wet panties. You threw your head back and bite your lips, otherwise the whole street would hear your gripe. You've never in your entire life have been ever that desperate for man's touch, like now.

Javi was looking between your legs, how you eagerly wanted more pressure, by moving your hips into his touch. Javi snigger a bit at your pathetic behavior, but he was obsessed with it.

He decided not to tease you anymore, just for now, and gently moved your panties to the side so that they revealed your wet folds, which were dropping your juices already. He huffed at that look and look into your face.

Your lower lip was bleeding by how hard you bite it, just to stay quiet. You eyes were watery and your cheeks were red, all this combination give Javi clear signal, that you just desire to be already fucked.

He slowly touches your bloody lip with his thumb, gently wipes it. You look at him with anticipation, desire, lust. He took a deep breath, before inserting not one, but two of his fingers right into your wet throbbing core.

You close your eyes tightly and open your mouth wide, perfectly suitable for Javi's fingers. You wanted to throw your head back again, but you couldn't, because your mouth was now full of Javi's fingers.

He watched you, as he curls his ring and middle fingers, rubbing your walls slightly, while his other two fingers on the other hand were teasing your tongue. You understood this quickly, and started sucking his fingers, with your eyes closed. Your moans were suppressed by his fingers, and you felt so full. All excited, you couldn't help but start moving your hips to give yourself the pleasure you've been craving for so long.

"Oh bombón, no te han tocado en mucho tiempo, ¿verdad?" his Spanish accent just sent you to your edge much faster. The fact that he asked you, that you haven't been touched in a long time, is so fucking attractive, that you got even wetter down there.

You wanted to curse, but Javi's fingers were blocking you from all words, the only thing you could do was groan and moan, which you did with ease. His fingers inside you began to quicken their pace and adding intensity. You felt that you would cum soon, if Javi won't slow down, which he didn't.

Peña noticed your face, he observed your body language and he felt your hole tightening around his fingers, he knew you are coming, and he makes sure you remember it.

When you finally felt the weird feeling of peeing, you bit Javi's fingers and moaned as loud as you could. Your legs started shaking and your hole clench around his fingers so tightly, as you finally cum. Javi removed his fingers from you quickly to make you squirm, which you did. The juice flew out of you, spilling all over Javi's dick and legs.

It was an indescribable feeling of relaxation and emptying, your brows still furrowed and teeth bit deep into Javi's fingers, so deep they were sure to bleed.

Trying to catch your breath, you stare at Javi, eagerly. He couldn't stand the way you look at him without doing anything. He hurriedly cupped your face and kissed you, his tongue fighting with yours while both of your salivas mixed into each other. His member was twitching so hard, it was torture for him, but not anymore. He stopped the kiss and looked down, between both of your legs. He quickly adjusted him to enter without any problem, and as soon as you felt his pink tip touching your folds, he broke in, making you groan his name loudly.

,,~Javi~”

You screamed in pleasure, as you tugged his hair firmly, definitely ripping some of it off. Peña's groans against your neck make you feel butterflies in your stomach. His big thick dick expand your hole, finding that spongy place and touching it immediately, making you moan even more.

You ignored everything around you, your vision was so blurry that you had to close your eyes and focus only on the feeling of pleasure that Javi was giving you again. His precum and your juices started mixing together, making tasty liquid inside you. The wet sounds surrounded your entire office and the atmosphere in it started to smell like sex. Javi starts hissing, biting your neck desperately to prevent whining, which only weak boys do.

,,Mi cielo”

He groaned and place his forehead against yours, making you open your eyes and look on Javi's pleased face. Your hot breaths started sucking all the oxygen in your small space, your mind started going dizzy.

His balls were slapping against your ass, the sound was beautiful for Javi's ears. Javi was hungry, he wanted more, so he firmly grabbed your ass with both or his hands and pulled you closer to him as he plunged his cock much deeper into you. You whined Peña's name again, making your head fall back and bite your sore lips, you couldn't even feel them anymore.

The waves of pleasure were starting to get more intense as Javi hit his fastest pace. He began to sweat, grunting as you tried not to fall off the table that was shaking with you.

Javi felt he wouldn't last long and neither did you. A few more thrusts and he grabs you, holding you into embrace as he emptied his balls into you. He moved his hips after his climax few times, to make you cum too.

,,Javi-“

You groaned and reach your second climax. You ride your hips against Javi's to ride off the after-orgasm feeling, and as soon as Javi let you, you colaps on your desk.

Your chest moving up and down really fast, your eyes tightly closed and your core dripping the combination of your juices and Javi's cum. You both waited a little in this position, Javi's hands leaning against your desk as he tried to catch his breath too.

After few seconds, he finally decree to pull his member out of you. You both whined at the loss, both in different tones. Javi then leaned closer to you, giving a soft kiss on your forehead, before he leaned his face against yours. This was romantic moment, yet ridiculous. If someone caught you in this state in this situation, not only would you be fired, but you would certainly be laughed at. Fortunately, you were alone and no one could interrupt you from this moment, except time.

Your head was still spinning and your legs were shaking from the orgasm, so Javi took good care of you. He carefully sat you down and straightened you up, as he put your skirt back on carefully.

You just watched exhaustedly as Javi dressed you, kissing your feet and hands as if you belonged to him. You were still out of it and couldn't fully focus, like you were drunk, drunk by your own boss. When you were only half naked, Peña took his shirt and put it on you. You gave him a little help, ignoring the fact that the shirt was his. You could smell his parfume, that brought you back to reality.

When you were fully dressed, he did not forget to fasten the buttons, but left out the first three. You gave him a sincere smile as he dressed you, while he was completely naked himself. Although he is tough on the outside and in sex, deep down he is as sweet as a chocolate cake.

It didn't take long for Javi to get dressed pretty quickly, after all he was only half dressed, since he gave you another of his shirts. But when he looked down on the floor, he saw your bra. You watched as he took it into his hands and gently rubbed his finger over it, as if he was examining it fabric.

After while, he threw your bra over his shoulder, smilling at you. ,,New souvenir" he said, making both of you laugh. You then tried to stood up, but your legs were so weak, that you lost your balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Javi was quick and catch you, before something bad would have happened.

"Easy there hermossa" he lifted you to your feet and looked, if you could even stand. Unfortunately, even that didn't work, that's why Javi took you as a princess. "Well, at least you now know, why they call me the pussy pleaser"

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[nonbinairyboi]

Summary: A day at the farmer’s market with Javi in Laredo.

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn!disabled!Reader (reader uses a walker)

Written for @cosmickid-inmotion Disability Visibility Event (I’m cutting it close, I know)

Dividers by me

A/N: Shoutout to @mandaloriankait for hyping me and reading this and to my sister for helping with the Spanish. I am always open to criticism of my Spanish so that I can improve. I use a walker as needed so this is based on my experience.

Word Count: ~1.9k

Tags/Warnings: Ableism. Fluff. Mobility Aid User.

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Farmer’s Market

The Texas sun warmed your back as soon as Javi helped you out of the car, your walker already set up in arms-reach.

Javier had always naturally moved around you and anticipated your needs without much direction, from the first time you were reintroduced by Chucho all those months ago now. You hadn’t expected it from what you remembered of him in high school. Not that he had been rude, if anything he had just seemed a little focused on his own life’s trajectory and a little self-centered in the way that most popular high school boys were.

While Javi was in Colombia, you had grown close to Chucho, having run into him in town one day while you were out shopping. Your parents were no longer here, and something about the slightly stressed and lonely look on his face had compelled you to drop by the ranch the next week. From there, it had morphed into an unspoken weekly dinner that neither of you ever missed except for the last time Javier had been home briefly.

When Javier came home for good, looking worn down and disillusioned, he had shocked you by joining your shared meals.

When you had arrived on that Thursday, you had been surprised to see Javi sitting on the front steps, wafts of smoke surrounding his head.

“I hear that I have you to thank for Chucho not wasting away these last years.” He had said as he stood up and met you at your car, grabbing the pot from your passenger seat without being asked.

You felt your face heat as you shrugged. “He’s overstating my contribution.”

He placed the pot on the porch before turning back to you.

“¿Puedo?” May I? He asked, indicating your walker. You smiled lightly and nodded.

Placing it at the top of the stairs, he surprised you by turning back towards you, offering an arm to help you up the stairs.

“Muchas gracias.” Thank you very much. You replied as you took his arm in one hand and the railing in the other.

He didn’t rush you as you went up the few steps of the porch, stopping naturally on each step. Javi pointed out the updates to the ranch that he was planning on helping Chucho with now that he was home, gently filling the silence.

Dinner was a simple affair as you had made the pozole earlier in the day and just needed to heat it up and serve it. They both complimented your cooking, which you waved off immediately. Chucho spent most of the dinner updating you on his week, cutting Javier off almost every time he tried to chime in, making you cover more than a few laughs as coughs.

After Chucho had retired to watch his telenovelas, you had settled on the porch with Javi, talking about everything and nothing for what felt like hours. A familiarity had grown between you; easy, but with an undertone that made your stomach flip whenever your eyes met.

A few days later you had run into each other in Laredo while you were both running errands and he offered to take you to lunch.

Things had evolved organically from there. Before you knew it, dinners became a more frequent affair at the Peña’s. Chucho never questioned it, but you saw the small smile he tried to hide when Javi started to scoot his chair closer to you.

When Chucho suggested the two of you should run to the farmer’s market today, you were excited. The weather was hot, but a gentle breeze made it more than bearable.

Javi had snuck kisses at every stop sign on the way, making you laugh.

Your pain had been mostly controllable lately, but you knew you would need to pace yourself today. The vibrant colors of the produce caught your eye as you made frequent stops.

Your walker already held handfuls of jalapeños, radishes, tomatoes, onions, garlic, and a bag of fresh corn as you made your way toward the Ortiz’s fruit stand. Starting to feel the weight of the day, you leaned more heavily on your walker.

The square was packed today; the weather perfect for the market. People in the square moved slowly, stopping easily at most stands before casually moving on. As you walked, you felt the people behind you get closer, a huff of annoyance reaching your ears when the flow of people slowed again momentarily. Suddenly, you felt them brush by you, bumping you slightly as they did. When they stepped in front of you, they forced you to go slower so as not to hit them. You felt Javi tense beside you and you reached out to grab his arm to calm him. It didn’t matter how many times you told him that this was normal. He always got upset.

Greeting Señora Ortiz with a bright smile, you picked out some fruit for yourself and Javi and threw in some extras for Chucho. He always had a sweet tooth. Javi had whispered that he would be right back as you considered the watermelons before you and you waved him off distractedly.

Señora Ortiz made small talk with you as you picked your favorites, her youngest, Gabriela, taking care of the customers around you. As you reached for some of her famous grapefruits, someone knocked carelessly into the side of your walker, which pushed you sideways a few steps. A twinge of pain shot down your leg and you grasped the walker for stability. The man who had accidentally pushed you said nothing in acknowledgement of what he had done, simply reaching over and picking up the same grapefruit you had been going for before turning to Gabriela to pay. You saw a storm brewing in Señora Ortiz’s face and you quickly finished picking what you needed and paid her, reassuring her that you were fine.

Javier appeared beside you a moment later, one hand not-so-discreetly behind his back. He smiled when he met your eyes, but frowned a little at the slight strain in yours.

Pulling his hand from behind his back, he revealed a bouquet of bright flowers. The tightness left your smile at the gesture. Leaning in, you kissed him lightly and took the flowers, murmuring a thank you as you set them on your walker.

“¿Vamos a casa?” Ready to go home? He asked.

You nodded enthusiastically, ready to sit down and rest.

As you made your way towards the edge of the square, a few more people cut in front of you, forcing you to stop again. The fatigue and pain were catching up with you, the breeze no longer strong enough to relieve the intensity of the sun, making your movements more sluggish.

You caught the stares from the people moving in the opposite direction; the quick glances from your walker to your face and then to Javi.

Focusing on moving, you kept your gaze straight ahead so you wouldn’t catch any judgy or pitying looks. A group of four suddenly brushed past and cut in front of you again, but were forced to slow because of the people in front of you immediately. You didn’t have time to stop the walker and you accidentally hit the back of their legs, jolting yourself as well as them.

The tallest of them whipped around, an enraged expression on his face.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed quickly, trying to diffuse the situation. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t have time to stop when you came in front of me.”

“Yeah fucking right.” He spit back at you.

Before you could process what was happening, Javier stepped in front of you.

“You cut us off, of course the walker fucking hit you!” He gritted out.

“Your friend here was going too slow.” The man shot back.

“The whole path is going slow if you didn’t fucking notice.”

The latest jolt to your walker had made your pain spike and you were starting to feel lightheaded from the heat. You focused on your breathing as the man bit back.

“Well not everyone is as slow as your friend here.” He laughed before continuing. “Looks like they should just stay home. Or maybe you should call hospice.

Javier’s arms shot out and pushed him, sending him reeling as they both spewed curses at one another. One of the man’s other friends caught him.

“Hey!” The friend yelled. “Peña. I’m sorry. He was out of line and rude. It won’t happen again. We’ll let you get home.”

The first man had fallen silent upon hearing Javi’s last name. Sometimes you forgot the weight it carried now.

“Javi, vamos.” Let’s go, Javi. You said quickly, desperate to get to the car. That seemed to snap him back to reality, turning to you quickly, catching the exhaustion in your expression before quickly nodding at the man who had broken it up and turning back to you.

The rest of the walk to the car was quick as most of the people around you had stopped to stare at the altercation and quickly moved out of your way as you approached with Javi, not wanting to be the next focus of his rage.

He helped you into your seat silently, unloading the flowers and food before folding your walker and loading it up as well.

The first few minutes of the drive were quiet save for the rumble of the engine.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a few minutes.

“It’s ok.” You reassured him. “You were looking out for me. I guess I’ve just learned to deal with it.”

“You shouldn’t have to!” He said, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“I know.” You replied before pausing again. “It means a lot. That you care. I’m so used to just pushing through on my own.”

Your gaze flickered to the window, suddenly feeling vulnerable in a way that you weren’t prepared for.

Javier breathed in and out deeply before unexpectedly pulling onto the side of the road, the crunch of the dirt filling your ears. He shifted the car into park before removing his seatbelt and turning to you.

“I do care.” He said quietly, his thumbs tracing the back of your hands.

His head slowly raised to yours.

“Te amo.” I love you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you fought to keep your lip from wobbling.

He’d never said it that plainly.

He meant it. You could see it in the openness on his face, as if he was prepared for you to cut him open .

A hesitant smile spread across your face.

“Te amo, Javi.” You replied.

His eyes searched yours for a beat before his own smile split across his face. He cradled your face, immediately bringing you in for a slow yet desperate kiss.

Your hands flew to him, pulling him closer. Grins split across your faces again as you kissed, making you break apart as your foreheads leaned against each other.

“Vamos a casa. Papá estará esperando.” Let’s go home. Papá will be waiting. Javier said.

You chuckled at that, kissing him once before sitting back in your seat.

Your life had changed a lot in the last few months, but for one of the first times in your life, it felt like the change was a fully positive one.

You still needed help getting around, but now, you had someone who stepped in whenever you wavered. Someone to catch you.

[crowandmousewritingco]

It Began As a Joke

Paring: Javier Peña x gn!reader x Steve Murphy

Words: 1.4k

Rating: P (for porn)

Author: Mod Crow

Summary: It started as a joke, but it's not a joke anymore.

Warnings: Mentions of breeding, face fucking (There are others. 18+ MDNI)

It was originally just a thing between Steve and you. After Connie left to go back to Miami with their daughter, Steve fell into a dark place. The first time the two of you fucked it  was fueled by emotions and alcohol. The second time happened right before Connie had come back. That was also the first time you met Connie, and to say that the meeting went well would be a bold faced lie. You had been sitting on what used to be their couch, wearing one of his old college shirts wrapped in a blanket you had brought with you the last time you stayed at his place.

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Hearing the door knob jiggle, you assume it’s Steve finally back from the office and the store. Getting up off the couch, you wrap your blanket around your shoulders as you make your way to the door. You make quick work of the locks excited to see him again.  Pulling open the door, you smile.

“It took you lo-” With the door open, you lock eyes with the women before you. You had seen her in pictures that were sparse throughout the place. “Oh you must be Connie.” You chuckled nervously, you knew who she was, and you knew that Steve hadn’t talked to Connie since she left. 

“Who are you? And where’s my husband?” Connie looked past your shoulder, eyes scanning the living room. It was obvious that Steve never mentioned you. 

“Steve had something at the office to do, then he was running to the store. Would you…Would you like to come in?” You stepped aside, the blanket falling off your shoulder. Connie’s eyes looked from the living room behind you, to you, to the now exposed clothed shoulder.

“Are you inviting me into my own house?” If looks could kill, Connie’s glare would have made you drop dead in the doorway. Shoving her way past you, you watch as she examines the space as if she had never been there before. Pushing the door shut, you walked further into the living room. 

“I-I thought you weren’t coming back, neither did Steve or Peña. After you left, Steve spiraled into a dark place. You had just up and left and you left with his kid. I was there for him when you weren’t.” Pulling the blanket back up, you cover your shoulder once more. Looking at Connie, you harden your gaze, if she was going to give you an attitude then why not return it.

“I left with our kid. Steve was putting work above us and the baby, so of course I’d leave. I thought maybe it would make him realize that he needed to put more effort into us. Apparently all it made him do was go out and find a new hole to fuck.” As the last word slithers from her lips you could feel your blood come to a boil almost instantly.

“It wasn’t my fault your husband was a drunken mess. It wasn’t my fault that your husband was convinced he had lost his wife. I didn’t do that to him. You did Connie.” Taking a step towards her you stare at her with unwavering strength. 

Watching as Connie also takes steps toward you, you’re expecting her to argue her side, to fight back in some way, hell, you were even ready to hear her call you every name under the sun. That’s not what happens though. You hear the slap first, then the white hot stinging. In the midst of all the chaos, your brain didn’t have time to register the sound of the door opening behind Connie. Looking back to her, you raise your hand to your cheek. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Hearing Steve’s voice, your eyes snap to him. Watching him walk further into the room, you can see Connie’s expression soften before turning around to look at her husband.

“Steve, thank Christ you’re home. She was insulting me and calling me all these names. She wa-”

“They.” Steve’s eyes snapping to you before looking back at Connie. “It’s them and I’m not that stupid Connie.” Steve’s eyes find you slower this time. When they finally found you, you could see the frustration and anger melt from his eyes. “I heard the slap, I watched as they brought their hand to their face. The face you slapped.” 

“Wh-What? Stephen, what are you saying? You’re willing to throw away our marriage for this…” You look at Connie as she wildly gestures to you, “Thing?” 

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The things that happened after all of that was kind of a blur. You remember lunging at Connie, you remember managing to get a couple of hits in, mostly to her body, but the few hits that really mattered to you were the punches to her face. One of them blackened one of Connie’s eyes, the other making somewhere in her mouth bleed.

But that was then though. This is now, and right now, you were between Javier and Steve. Steve buried deep inside you, and Javier using your mouth just how he wanted. This whole thing had started out as a passing joke while out one night. You had expected them both to laugh along with you, but you were the only one laughing. You knew that the two of them were imagining the scenario. 

“Fuck baby,” Looking up through your lashes, you can see that Javier had dropped his head down, locking eyes with you, “I don’t think it’s fair you get to fuck them. Their pretty little eyes are practically begging for me to fuck that lovely hole of theirs.” You felt him reach down and tangle his fingers in your hair, holding your head still so that he could fuck your mouth. With every thrust his cock his the back of your throat causing you to gag every time.

“Too bad Peña, only I’m allowed to breed this pretty hole.” You felt Steve grip your hips tighter as a mumble string of curses fell from his parted lips. “A real shame you don’t get to feel how tight they squeeze when they gag.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and normally it would make you roll your eyes, but all you could do was gag and moan on Javier’s cock. With every thrust made you squeeze around Steve more and more as you felt the heat in your stomach climb. “If you keep that up baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” Taking that as a sign, Javier became rougher, only making you squeeze Steve tighter. 

Feeling Steve’s thrusts become erratic you knew he was close and based on the way Javier was now moving he was too. Without warning -even if you could have said anything- you slam yourself back on Steve as you cum. Javier finished not too long after, and Steve was the last one to cum. 

As both pulled out, you collapsed to the mattress below. Panting, you close your eyes and listen to the two of them walk around the bedroom. The first thing you feel is a cool wet cloth gently cleaning you up. The next thing you feel is the blanket being pulled over you. The last -and your personal favorite- thing you feel is the bed dip beside you. Rolling over to face the body, you open your eyes. Though it isn’t Steve you see, it’s Javier. Feeling the bed dip behind you. Looking over your shoulder you watch as Steve situations the pillow.

“S-Steve is Javier staying?” Your voice hoarse from Javier’s fucking. You watch as Steve nods before laying down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. Laying down beside Steve, you feel Javier do the same, his arm wrapping around your waist just above Steve’s arm. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath, Javier’s smoky scentmixing with Steve’s woodsy musk almost making your head reel.

“You should get to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” You could hear the smirk in Javier’s voice. 

“Shut up Peña, but he is right baby. We do have a pretty long day tomorrow.” You feel Steve press a gentle kiss to the back of your head. Humming out tiredly, you mumble a soft ‘good night’ to the two of them. You had no idea what tomorrow held for you, but that was a problem for you to deal with later.

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First time doing "x reader" headcanons! Please lmk if there are any mistakes. Enjoy!

The Greatest Estate Developer Dating Headcanons

Characters: Lloyd Frontera, Javier Asrahan, Alicia Magentano

No warnings; fluff, estabilished relationship, mention of softer hands, gender neutral reader

Lloyd Frontera

Before you two started dating, Lloyd was really bashful. After he realized his feelings for you were beyond friendship or camaraderie, the slightest touch made him a blushing mess, and the slightest admonishment made him fold like a lawn chair. If you hadn't noticed it before, now you definitely did. (Javier did too and is giving him hell about it.)

Teasing. Lots of it. If you're sensitive he'll go easy on you, but it's just his love language. He really likes to see your reactions, whether you laugh it off, retort, or pout.

He's bad at self care, especially during big projects, so you pay special attention to him during those times. Bringing him hot meals, checking in from time to time and dissuading him from working more are commonplace. If you're alike in that way, he reciprocates. Maybe not directly, if you're both working - but he'll definitely send someone over to help/check on you.

He's not very touchy, but doesn't complain if you are. Though he does blush furiously whenever you initiate PDA. Give him time, he'll get used to it.

If you're jealous, he does his best to clear up any misunderstandings and comfort you, but it's kind of clumsy. It's his first time dating, after all, and he's both flattered and nervous that you thought someone else was pursuing him. (You know because it shows on his face.)

If he has to travel, he makes sure to inform you. If you're especially anxious, he takes extra time to reassure you, and sends letters. They're rather short and his handwriting is weird, but they're genuine and have a lot of care put into them.

He reveals to you things about his past life a while after you start dating. He felt like it was too big a secret to keep.

"If you don't want to stay, I'll understand-"

"Lloyd, please. I love you for who you are. Kim Suho, Lloyd Frontera... It doesn't matter. As long as you're the kind, gentle, funny and caring man you are, I'll love you."

More stuff under the cut!

Javier Asrahan

Before you two started dating, Javier felt confused. He didn't know why he was so drawn to you and it was kind of scary. Maybe he avoided you for some time to sort out his thoughts, and when you confront him about it he realizes his feelings. After that, it's subtle blushes when you get close. It's stolen glances from across fields, and small smiles whenever you're around. Lloyd teased him to hell and back until he confessed.

He also likes teasing, but he's especially careful to avoid topics you find uncomfortable. Another thing he likes to do is to clasp your hands between his. It strokes his protective streak whenever he compares his calloused, scarred hands to yours.

J also stands for jealous. He doesn't look like the type, but he sulks a lot if you end up spending more time with someone else, no matter who it is. Of course, he tries his best to reign it in, and he trusts you unconditionally, but some reassurance is greatly appreciated.

If you're also jealous, he openly shuts down anyone who tries to make advances on him. Sometimes he just straight up walks to you, turning his back on the other person. If it's something more akin to spending less time with you, he does his best to make up for it too. He can relate, so he accommodates it.

Javier likes physical touch, especially cuddling when falling asleep, but he doesn't make it a point. He's less flustered over PDA than Lloyd, but you'll still see a pink tint to his face and a look of surprise.

If he has to travel, he leaves you a gift. Maybe some flowers he picked up, or a neat trinket that reminded him of you. If you're especially anxious, he reassures you he'll be okay and sends letters if you ask him to. His handwriting is beautiful and he tells you about Lloyd's shenanigans in great detail, never failing to make you laugh.

Alicia Magentano

Before you started dating, Alicia was very keen on getting to know you. Sure, she was interested in your talents, but something else about you intrigued her. When she realized what that something else was, well... She may or may not have looked for excuses to summon you, and invited you to a few fancy events.

Her love language is quality time. Being the Queen means she's always busy, but she does her absolute best to clear up her schedule for you. Whether it's a trip to the operahouse or a lazy weekend, she appreciates every second in your presence.

Whoo boy. Anyone try to flirt with you at a party? Queen shuts that down quick. Work keeps you too far from her and too close to others? Oh noes, seems like a matter must be overseen by Her Majesty wherever you're working. Someone wants to oficially court you? Congrats, you're now engaged to Her Majesty.

She will tone down the possessiveness if you talk to her about it though. She fully trusts you and loves you unconditionally; it's more about stopping anyone who might make you uncomfortable.

If you're also jealous, that same intensity is multiplied by 10 and turned towards reassuring you and completely shutting down anyone else.

Alicia likes PDA. A lot. She's brimming with pride at any displays you do. If you're not a fan, though, she completely respects it.

If she has to travel, she wants you to go with her. If it's dangerous or not doable, she gives you a piece of jewelry (maybe a royal heirloom) for you to hold on to. If you're especially anxious, she sends letters too. Her handwriting is impeccable and there's atleast a paragraph of pleasantries. But she doodles at the corners of the page, to tone down the formalness of it all.

That's all! Thanks for reading!

[livingdeadmlm]

You Bring Me Closer to God pt10

Pronouns: The reader is referred to as a man.

Physical Sex: DICK!

How far are things going?: mastubation and getting pulled into an alley way

Warnings: mastubation (Arthur) Micah…..

Outline: you help Lenny and Arthur avoid a night in jail. And a drunken Arthur has some complaints! The two of you go to strawberry the next day and that mayor is driving you crazy

What inspired me to write this: the awful priest romance book I picked up.

Other: we change perspectives a few times to the other men! It’s marked with a ~ There some set up here for storm chapters and there will be a chapter of the men setting up for the storm!! Let me know if you guys want and specific men to have chapters or kinks with them. For example want a more submissive Kieran? Hit my line. Do you want any of the pushy men to be whipped into shape?! Idk what I’m saying but let me know :3!!!

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Previous Chapter or Next One!!

The officers looked to you as both drunk men surrounded you. “You know these degenerates, Father?” Arthur was on the other side of your horse petting its mane and talking to himself.

You sighed, “No…but um, what have they done?” The officer pointed to a shaky man next to them, who was doused in water and muddy. “Disturbing the public, sir. You could only imagine what had happened, especially knowing Arthur's fighting capability.

Arthur's hands got closer to where you sat on your horse. He played with the balled-up fabric of your skirt.

“Could I pay their bail? Sinners such as these should be stuck sweating in a church, then a jail cell!” You were speaking nonsense now. You didn't believe that, but Arthur's big smile, he looked at you with, made your heart melt. Hou couldn't you let them spend the night in jail if you could help it.

“I suppose…” the sheriff gave you an odd look, “How is your wife, Sheriff? I think it's been forever since I’ve seen her!” you hitched your horse feeling the weight of both Lenny and Arthur lean against you.

“The wife, she's fine, I suppose. Once you get those men settled, bring $20.” He babbled, seeming he didn’t want to speak about his wife…

You led the two men up the church steps. They giggled and grumbled the whole way into one of the spare rooms. Then, as you left, they slumped into their beds to find two $10s and buckets.

You rushed back into the room, not wanting the sheriff to wait long. Not wanting to take so long, he would take back his kindness in letting you bring them in.

“Aw look at chu,” Arthur had gotten out of the bed, stumbling over his feet.

“Hi Arthur, do you need water?” You tried to guide him back to the bed to lie down. Lenny was fast asleep, you made sure to have a bucket closer to each of their beds. With how drunk they were, you'd be surprised if they didn’t use them. You pulled a blanket over Lenny who started to snore.

“I saw yew! Haaahaaa!” Arthur exclaimed. You attempted to shush him, worried that the noise would wake the passed-out Lenny. “We did see each other this morning! And now I’ll see you again tomorrow morning, alright?”

“Naw! I saw yew with ugh,” he slurred, as you took off his hat and placed it on the small table in the room. “That Javier! And ugh, Kierannn.” Your body tensed, but Arthur quickly fell limp against the pillow. You sighed, pulling a blanket over him before taking your leave.

The sheriff was waiting outside the church as you pulled out $20. “I don’t understand why you’re paying for these men you’ve never met, but that bounty hunter is good.” Bounty Hunter? You bid the man goodnight and locked the front door. You hardly ever did that in the past, but tonight it felt right, considering you had two drunk men tucked away

inside.

You made your way back to your room. Quickly changing into your sleepwear and fixing yourself before bed. You had a body lotion that smelled of honey and oats. After a good lather, the door to your room was pushed open. The giggling told you it was Arthur, and the hands on your hips confirmed it. “Yew smell nicee.” You laughed, Arthur pressing his face into your neck to take in more of the scent. His accent was much heavier when drunk, which you thought was cute.

“Thank you, Arthur. Did you-?” hands began to lift your sleep shirt. The fabric reaching past mid-thigh now showed plenty of skin for Arthur’s hungry eyes. “Whatchew got under this skirt fer me.” His throaty voice made you shiver, his hands trying to lift more and more of your night shirt.

“Arthur!” You gasped and pushed his hands away. “We need to get you back to bed. You’re not in your right mind.” Were you like this when drunk? Maybe not so touchy but just.. out of it! Arthur wrapped his arms around you, taking you with him as he stepped backwards.

“I wanna be in yer bed! It's…my turn withchu” Arthur pulled you to your bed. Landing on his back, he held you there. For being so drunk his strength did not waver. You squirmed against his hold but gave up once his breathing slowed. ‘His turn with you’ like a child with a shared toy. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but Arthur's body was so warm against you, you couldn't help but relax in his hold. At some point in the night Arthur had rolled over,

leaving you both in a spooning position until the rising sun began to flood the room behind the thick curtains you had.

~

Arthur awoke with a groan, letting you go to hold his aching head in his hands. You began to wake up with a huff, but you were not yet sitting up. There was silence before a gasp broke the air. His mind raced, how on earth did he get here? He was sure he'd wake up in a cell with the sheriff being on his tail, but he was in your bed. He couldn’t have died and gone to heaven, that wasn’t in the cards for him with the life he lived. But there was no way you’d end up in hell next to him either.

“Good morning, Mister Bounty Hunter.” You stretched and sat up. The sleep shirt you were in looked soft in the light as you turned to look at Arthur. “Did we uh do anything..?”

Arthur's head pounded as he asked, unable to keep his eyes open because of the light. “No! All that’s happened is I got you and Mister Summers free from a night in jail.” Arthur nodded and slumped further into your bed.

“Speaking of, I’ll go check on Mister Summers, he was worse off than you last night!” You crawled out of the warm bed, and Arthur watched as you left. Many of his memories began to flood back and he wished he could’ve just disappeared. You smell nice? Lifting your shirt to see if you had anything?! He felt so embarrassed to be a grown man acting like that.

He wasn’t able to hear anything outside of the room as he kept thinking back, maybe a bit perverted, but he hoped the image of your thighs peaking out against your soft white night shirt would be burned into his mind forever. Arthur reached for his bag against the bed, pulling out a health tonic to ease his aching head and body.

When you returned to your room, Arthur was still lying in your bed, but now he was on his stomach. “Well, Mister Summers is okay now, poor boy threw up.” You sighed and lifted your sleep shirt off. Having changed in front of Sean before made most of your shyness around changing go away, much to Arthur's delight.

The more of your skin he saw, the less relaxed he felt. He couldn’t help but look at your back, where you had described your scar from the bishop. And maybe it was a trick of the light but even if the faint word ‘sinner’ were there in raised skin you’d never look more like an angel to Arthur.

He wanted to reach out, feel you against his hands, hold you against him, and feel your soft skin on his chest.

You slipped on your cassock, slightly spinning in the flowy fabric. “Well I’ll go start food. What’s your plan for today?” Arthur grunted.

“Just gonna lay here for a minute. Feel sorry about myself.” You nodded and stepped out of the room. Arthur had to strain his ears to hear you walk away.

This was bad, real bad. Being rock hard in another man’s bed with a dull headache wasn’t his favorite feeling.

Arthur put his leg up, to take the pressure off his boner but it did just the opposite. The soft blanket gathered around his cock as he slowly thrusted against it. He was too tired to pull himself out for right now, to properly grab at his swelling cock head.

He shouldn’t be doing this, but as your scent surrounded him, he held onto your pillow. Images of you flooding his mind. Sure he wasn’t first to kiss you, but seeing you get so shy with Kieran and Javier. That look you had, well he was glad he got that angle of you.

His hips rolled, his jeans were rough against him but he just needed to quench the need.

The needs of a disgusting sinner.

Arthur knew you’d never say that. As much of a religious man you were, you've never seen you be disgusted with anyone. But he can’t help but wish you’d come back into your room. With that sweet look on your face, checking in on him again. Being so ready to tend to him, just to see him getting off in your bed. His mind couldn’t focus on which thought made him throb harder.

If you’d shy away, but still be eager to please him, or finally be angry and punish him. Punish him for the teasing in the booth that never happened if you spoke about. That was a part of the rules anyway.

The heat that surrounded his body could’ve been the depths of hell ready to take him and he’d gladly go. The pressure in his stomach was building, thinking of your body with each messy thrust.

Headache be damned Arthur couldn’t get enough of the thought of you. Unzipping his jeans his cock sprang out from his underwear. The feeling of your soft blankets against him was mind-numbing.

He held your sleeping pillow, pushing it under his torso but enough poke out from the top to shove his face in. His thrusting was jagged, and harsh. The last thing he’d want for you to experience if you were below him. Pretending the softness of your blankets was you he’d wouldn’t fuck you so messliy if he could help it.

No, he wanted to be more smooth. And to be so gentle with you that it wouldn’t feel like it was just sex or just a sin to make you feel good for a moment. Arthur shoved his face into your pillow taking in the smell of you. Not just your lotion but you. Your skin, and your hair.

Could he even control himself over you? Would your cries reach his heart or instincts to pull more out of you?

His body ached for you as he flipped over to his back. Fisting his cock quickly, groaning freely, understanding now how thick the walls were. Arthur lifted the edge of his shirt, he didn’t want to ruin it with a stain that would tell a story of its own if he walked out with it.

There was a twitch in his leg as he finally came. Warmth sputtered over his stomach as he sighed. His jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth would’ve broken at the pressure.

Clarity had begun to settle over him. Like a pervert all he needed was to picture you and to smell just your skin to get off like he hadn’t jerked off in a while. It was true he hadn’t, not enough privacy at camp with his open tent facing Charles and Javier who always stayed up late thinking no one else could see their shared affections.

Reaching for his satchel again, Arthur pulled out a bandana. Not the one he usually wore for jobs but one he kept for an emergency. Cleaning off his stomach he sighed and watched his dick go soft before shoving it back into his pants.

Pushing the spare bandana into his pocket, Arthur closed your door behind him.

He liked to stare at you. Imagine that instead of everyone else being there, it was for a moment just the two of you. You two lived together, tucked away in a homely cabin where he could always return to you and you’d be there. Smile on your face and relaxed.

And he would hold you in his arms, gently swaying you. You’d ask about his day and all he would have to say was “my day was fine.” Before showering you in affection. You’d laugh, sigh, and gasp as he can’t help but trail his hands across your body leaving kisses everywhere he could reach.

You’d reluctantly push his head away, insisting he’d eat first after being out working all day. He’d tell you the food isn’t going anywhere and continue the flood of love.

Arthur never settled down for long. The world was constantly changing, and it’s not like he’s had the most stable life. The constant moving was his stability. Hell, even in his fantasies, there was still that consistency of inconsistency. Arthur shook his head, walking over to the kitchen to see Lenny, half dead against the table.

“So that was a quiet drink?” Lenny’s voice was muffled against the coffee cup he was taking a drink from.

“The First one was pretty quiet,” Arthur mumbled. Lenny laughed, putting his head down against the cool wood.

“I assume the two of you had fun last night!” Arthur wondered if Lenny had told you anything about the night before. And how much he’d say to you.

“Well today is flapjacks! I wanted to do something easier for so many people.” You laughed and placed two plates on the table; both had three pancakes. You put a bottle of honey and maple syrup on the table. Lenny thanked you before slowly taking a bite. And Arthur didn’t mean to, but he dug right in. Using a decent amount of maple syrup.

You had two pancakes of your own and slowly ate. It dawned on Arthur that he hadn’t seen you sit at the table to eat properly. You’d stand with him, Dutch and Hosea.

“Father (Name), this is the best thing I’ve eaten in a long time.” You waved a hand to Lenny. " Please, Mister Summers. I’m sure it’s just because of the hangover!”

Lenny shook his head “absolutely not!” You smiled such a sweet smile.

Finally, when the other men began to arrive, you got up from your seat and went back to cooking.

You waved over Charles and Arthur couldn’t hear your conversation.

~

“Mister Smith, could I ask you a favor?” Charles had his arms crossed casually when he leaned in to hear you. “Sure, Father (Name) what is it?”

“With that storm coming in and so many of you, I’m hoping you could help me get meat.” Charles was delighted to be asked. He regularly did this for camp, giving Pearson perfect meat and game only to see it overcooked and watered down into nothing.

But you? You'd at least use it to its full potential.

��I’d of course repay you for it! Good work never goes without reward.” Charles stared for a moment. Well, he always stared, but he was getting ahead of himself right now.

There was no way you meant that how he imagined. Those rumors about you running around with some hunter couldn’t be true, not with how shy you got with what he considered his sub par teasing from the night of the party.

But what a nice thought that his prize would be you somehow.

“Of course, I'll see what I can gather for you soon. I’ll go out two days before.” Charles' mind was set on getting the absolute best game he could. He wanted to impress you.

~

“Sorry, there isn’t much to eat today! I had trouble sleeping last night and wanted to keep things simple for this morning!” Hosea slowly chewed his pancake as he looked at you, sensing something more profound as you plated Kieran's and Javier's second serving, topping off a few cups of coffee. He walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright, Father (Name)?”

Your eyes were heavy as you looked at him. “No, well, yes! Things are great; I just…” You glanced around the room, noticing no one was paying attention, and decided to confide. “I received an offer to visit West Elizabeth, but I’m unsure if I should go.”

“Why wouldn’t you go, Father (Name)? The fresh mountain air could do you some good.” You cracked a smile; that's all Hosea needed. Plus, he did think you getting out some more would be good for you. Being cooped up in this church for too long would drive you crazy, he was sure.

“We need to prepare for the storm, and I’m worried about meal arrangements, Mister Matthews. Who knows how long this storm will last!” You chewed on the edge of your thumb, focusing on anything but the others. His hand remained on your shoulder. “Father, why don't you leave tomorrow? Just give us a list, and we can handle everything.”

Your body visibly relaxed. “Are you sure, Mister Matthews? I would hate to give you men so much extra work.”

“Nonsense! Having to feed this spoiled bunch means you deserve a break. I give you my word; we’ll set everything up for you.” You leaned forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Hosea's torso in a firm hug. You felt warm against his chest, and your voice was soft in his ears as you whispered thank you. The warmth stuck to his body as you let go, and turned to announce your departure.

Your arms around him felt like a tiny healing touch on his body. He could breathe clearer because of it.

~

“I have some bad news, gentlemen. I’ll be leaving soon for West Elizabeth! Or Strawberry, just for a day or so. So I’m very sorry for not having dinner today or Breakfast tomorrow!” Your hands are clasped in front of you, and you scan the room.

“Well, take Arthur with you. We also have some business up there, which I'm sure you can help with.” Dutch whipped his mouth from the syrup that gathered on his lips. You wouldn’t have taken him for a man with such a sweet tooth.

“If Arthur is okay with that, I’d love a friend for the ride!” Your smile was unsure as you glanced at Arthur. You couldn’t read his expression from how his hat hid his eyes, but when he agreed you jumped for joy.

“Perfect! I’ll write you up that list, Mister Matthews, and we can be on our way, Arthur!” you nodded to both men before leaving your room. You’d need a thick coat for a place like Strawberry this time of year.

You wrote a list of supplies needed for the storm, including where to find things around the church that were put away when not used and what canned goods would be best. When you returned, the room felt a bit tense. “Are you ready Arthur? If we leave now, we should be able to make it a few hours before sunset!” Arthur nodded and stood, chugging the last bit of his coffee.

You passed the paper to Kieran who gave you a nervous look and gave it to Sean. Javier chuckled and Lenny promptly took the letter from Sean's hand and read it aloud as you left the church next to Arthur.

The ride to Strawberry was long, but the deer that would scurry past and the dime-a-dozen bunnies that would run next to your horse made it fun to keep an eye out and not doze off sitting up.

The cold air of the mountains began to nip at your skin. You slipped on the winter coat that you’ve had for many years. It was specially made to account for modesty, longer sides that reached about your mid-calf.

This made it look more like a woman's coat, but the more fabric, the warmer you were, so you didn't mind the occasional “ma’ams” you heard.

“You know my seminary school used to be around here when strawberries were still a hunting ground!” Arthur glanced over at you, watching the reminiscent look on your face.

“Have you ever been back to visit?”

“Well, I used to come up once a month, but I haven't received letters to return in about five years.” Your eyes were pulled down to your lap, and you stared at the horn of your

saddle.

“Figured they don't want me coming back anymore.”Your throat burned, but you coughed the ache away. Having many older people in Valentine not like you was hard to deal with, but your former school not wishing to speak to you felt like a twist of the knife many years later.

“I still ask Father Gavin when he collects the mail if they sent anything, but he just gives me this sad look, like I'm a kicked puppy.” You sniffled, not wanting to be pitied. You just wanted answers but didn't think you'd ever get them. You shook your head, taking a deep breath.

“But! Time passes, and people move on. Sometimes, someone I mentored will stop by Valentine.” You were still about 15 minutes away from Strawberry.

“It's so lovely to see them all grown up and taken their vows. It reminds me I stay in this life for a reason.” You wiped your eyes from the impending tears threatening to spill.

“What business did you have in Strawberry, anyway?” Arthur knew that giving you a new topic to focus on would help you get your mind off of your emotions for just a moment.

“Well, the mayor wanted to speak to me about building a church in Strawberry. I’m surprised I got asked.”

The gears in Arthur's mind began to turn. How would the mayor even know to ask you? Why would he need help even to build a church?

“Help! Help! I need assistance!” Both you and Arthur looked to where the voice was coming from. A man stood at the edge of the road, looking around frantically.

“Please, sir! Please stop, oh, I beg you!” His voice was desperate as you spurred your horse to go faster, Arthur following suit. You now faced the man, “Oh, I’m in bad shape here! I went for a little jaunt and managed to get myself hopelessly lost!”

Arthur pulled in beside you, glancing down at the man as he explained he was staying in Strawberry and needed to be guided back.

The man clasped his hands and looked to Arthur for an answer. “Can’t think of a reason to say no.”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, sir! Shall I hop on the back with you?” Arthur's horse was a big one, hard to climb up. Plus a very stubborn horse to new men.

“Please, sir! You can join me on mine.” You held out a hand to the man, but he made only brief eye contact. “I don’t wish to be rude to your husband here, miss.”

You huffed, your hand still out for the man to take. “I am a man! A skirt doesn’t make whoever wears it a woman! Get on the horse!” The man looked beside himself. Taking a more extended look at you, to see you were a man.

“My apologies!” He took your hand, and you lifted him onto your horse's back, sitting sideways and holding your shoulder for support. Arthur felt warm. You didn’t deny a relationship, didn’t deny him being a husband. I just rejected being a woman.

“What are you doin’ out here anyway? This clearly ain’t your natural habitat,” the man sighed, adjusting his sitting position on your horse.

“Oh no, I’m just visiting; I’m from New York City, actually.” One of the man's hands rested against your hip. He was having a hard time as if he’d never been back on a horse.

“You don’t say.” Arthur glanced back at the man, not liking that he was touching you. You’ve just called him your husband if he stretched the idea, and now some random man has his hands all over you.

“Oh yes! There was some talk at the country club about this burgeoning little resort town called Strawberry, so I thought it would be quite the trip to see what the fuss was!” You held in a laugh. Sure, strawberry was pretty and full of nature, but a resort town? It was a lumber yard when you first saw it. Primarily hunters and loggers around.

“Perhaps make a few investments while it was still undervalued; it turns out I was made the fool!” Arthur had to tear his eyes away to watch the trail. “What are you not enjoying it then?”

“It’s a town of splinters. I can’t call it much of a town at all! I all but stepped off the carriage before I had taken in the whole place!” His voice was exaggerated. It had been a while since you last stepped foot in Strawberry, but he was correct. It was a tiny town.

“I suppose some might call it charming.” The man snorted a laugh, lightly pushing your shoulder forward. You slightly chuckled, not wanting to be so awkward.

“Let me tell you, charm is not worth much these days. You show me a timber-framed shack, and I’ll show you Broadway.”

“And meanwhile, you have this mayor, quite intolerable blowhard!” Your stomach dropped; of course, the man you’d have to spend the next few hours with would have to be some terror.

“A little bespoke woodwork, and he thinks this is a cultural hub? The man’s completely deluded.” Talking to the mayor about church seemed more like work than a fun conversation. You internally sighed

“Well,” the man sighed again, “I should give him some credit. He must be quite the salesman, men he did get me out here after all, more fool me.”

“Now I’m trumping through the leaves and the muck with some…cowboys! Eh, no offense?”

“Little taken.” Arthur’s tone was pointed.

At that point, the ride was mostly silent. Arthur’s tone struck fear in the man from New York City, who took a bit of cover behind your frame.

You could see the edge of Strawberry. Turning to the man, you asked, “Does any of this look familiar?” The man nodded, a smile taking over his face. “Yes!”

“Sir’s! You’ve rescued me from the depths!” He joyfully laughed, hugging your torso. Your horse slowed down as Arthur turned back to see the man hugging you.

The man leaped off your horse and took his hat off, holding it to his chest. “You seem the resourceful sorts, sir!” The man looked at Arthur. “If, for some reason, you plan to spend any time in Strawberry, you may want to look into that gabbing mayor; something is very… off with him.” The man's voice trailed as he walked ahead to the sign of Strawberry. You and Arthur were a few feet behind.

“New Yorkers…” Arthur rolled his eyes, joining back at your side as you both slowly entered the small town.

“I guess I’ll see what it is about this mayor and what makes him so odd.” Arthur nodded as you rode more into the town. “What must you do here, Arthur? I don’t think I asked.” You felt sheepish to ask so deep into the trip. You reached around your horse, taking a stack of folded papers out of the side saddle bag.

“There’s a… well, he’s not a friend but a man in jail here.”

Not a friend? You’d ask, but Arthur seemed upset about talking to the man.

Arthur walked you to the welcome center. As you peeked at the jail, you saw a set of arms hanging out from the cell. The steps to the welcome center creaked under your weight. Arthur opened the door for you, nodding his head goodbye as the warmth of the building surrounded you.

The mayor stood in the center of the room with a significant smile. You held a hand out for him to shake.

“It's Good to see you, Father (Name) finally! I'm glad you could make it.” The mayor took your hand vigorously, but his excitement about seeing you felt disproportionate.

“I’m glad I could make it! Building a church is no small feat!” You held out the papers to the mayor. “This is a copy of the plans drafted for the church in Valentine. It’s a bit old-fashioned in design, but I thought it could help.”

The mayor took your plans and shoved them away in his suit pocket.

He didn’t even take a glance at it….

He led you to a table with a window facing the side of the jail. You glanced and saw Arthur crouched, talking to someone locked inside, talking to the same set of arms you saw

before.

The arms were clothed in red fabric, hands gripping the thick metal bars.

“You know, Father, I wanted you to come here based on a recommendation from that seminary school.” Your head flipped around. They had recommended you?

“Talked all about how great you are, and well, I want you in Strawberry.” The mayor took a step closer, an excited look in his eyes.

“I, I’m not sure what to say. I’ve been in Valentine for 20 years and don’t think I can leave.” You weren’t thinking of the town, truth be told, it would probably be good for your health to get out of there. But your mind drifted to the gang.

While they told you they’d be leaving Valentine at some point, you wanted to be there for them, a constant in their ever-changing lives. Picking up and moving to Strawberry would cut your time with them by God knows how much.

“Please! It is not like the people at Valentine's appreciate you. You’d be compensated handsomely here.” He enunciated his words, holding out an envelope for you.

The pale envelope in your hands was thick.

Why on earth did he want you in Strawberry so bad? “Could you give me some time to mull it over? I just. Most of my life is there; people depend on me on Valentine.”

“Have them move here! We have many buildings being built for sale.” You shook your head. “I help the disenfranchised, Sir. If they can't afford a home in Valentine, what makes you think they’d move to such a hub?”

The mayor made a face, twisted in disgust. “Well now this is a fine town for fine people! I’m sure whoever is left in Valentine can watch over them.” It was only you in Valentine for anything besides mass. Frustration began to bubble in your stomach.

“I am doing God's work! I am shaping lives and raising the level of civilization in our region!” Your frustration quickly became anger. The mayor reached out a hand, saying, “Strawberry, it's a nice place for nice folks.”

“It’s real lovely here, but I must rest on it. Are there any rooms available here?” You couldn’t read the look the mayor gave you. You didn’t want to understand it. “I must insist you take a look around town. The sheriff! A great man with my blessings, you must meet him.”

The mayor pulled you by the arm out of the front door. The cold air of West Elizabeth hit you in the face. You gasped clutching your jacket close to your chest. The mud under your boots was slick, and you almost slipped as the mayor moved so quickly.

You caught sight of Arthur, still at the side of the jail, staring at an iron donkey. He only barely saw you as you were dragged into the jail by Timmins.

“Officer Hanley! I’d like you to meet the strawberries' newest, Father (Name).” Your eye began to twitch, what was with this fool? “Would you mind if he prayed over the men kept down there?” You’d have to avoid this man the second you got back into Valentine.

Maybe those at your seminary school did have a hatred for you, recommending you to such a, ‘intolerant blowhard.’

You hardly heard the sheriff as you were pushed to the edge of the stairs, descending slowly.

“Why don’t you pray for this wicked soul, Father? Maybe you’re just what I’ve needed all along.” The man spoke in huffs as if he were out of breath just looking at you. You glanced up the stairs of the jail. No one was watching over you now and it made you feel a bit unsafe. But you clutched your rosary, the metal poking into your skin had you grounded in reality.

“Come closer to the bar, my child.” The man's eyes spiraled with intensity, reveling that you were doing this. But if he were to be hanged tomorrow, what would be the harm? God will deal with him when his time comes.

His forehead pressed against the cold bars while your hand hovered just a hair’s breath away from touching him. You closed your eyes and began to pray for the evil to leave this man who had been killed in cold blood. You prayed for the darkness in his heart that had driven him to commit unspeakable acts. Frustration crossed your face—why would the mayor bring you here and not come to the holding area himself? It consumed your thoughts.

Suddenly, warmth enveloped your ring and middle finger. Your eyes snapped open to see a wide grin across the man’s face. You gasped and quickly pulled your hand away, realizing your fingers glistened with saliva. He laughed momentarily, but you seized the moment and smacked him on the head through the bars.

His laughter ceased immediately, replaced by a grunt of pain. As the sun set quickly, darkness enveloped the outside of the jail. “Why I’d have half a mind to do worse!” Your embarrassment was soothed by the fact that no one else was locked up with the man, only you and he knew what happened.

You huffed and made your way out of the jail, a forced smile across your lips as you bid the men a goodnight.

You rubbed your eyes and noticed how empty the streets were for such a town. There was a whisper to your side as you were yanked into the small gap between the welcome center and the jail.

Arthur pressed your back against the cold cobblestone of the welcome center. It was so cold and dark at night in West Elizabeth that you almost forgot how bad it had been in the years you had not returned.

But as Arthur's hands held your hips against his, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, you felt nothing but the heat radiating from his body. “Arthur! We can’t do this…here! What if someone sees us?” it came out as more of a whine than a whisper. Which you cursed yourself for.

The only people walking by were those sneaking into the general store; Arthur could tell none of them could care less or even notice the two of you.

But he wanted you here, not to go all the way; he couldn't let you get sick. But just enough to mess with Micah. His hand trailed across your chest, cupping the skin over your shirt.

Your moans gave Arthur a way in to rub his tounge against yours. His gloved thumb lightly rubbed against the hardening bud on your chest. Seeing you crumble under Javier, Charles, Sean, and even Kieran's touches or attention was one thing.

But Micah had always pushed. He always pushed what he could get away with cause he'd never face punishment. And whatever punishment he did face never lasted.

But he was sitting in a jail cell, forced to hear the soft moans that fell from your mouth because of Arthur.

Well, this was just some justice.

His mouth sucked a second mark into your chest. Your hands tangled in his hair, gently tugging the light brown strands. Your dick throbbed when his mouth finally took your nipple into the warmth and wetness. The heat surrounding it made you cry out. God forgive you for such a pitiful display.

Your legs felt weak, and the thought of someone catching you fogged your brain. “Hotel room? Please Arthur.” Arthur finally unlatched his lips from your chest. The cold wind brushed against your chest, causing you to shiver.

“Whatever you want darlin’.”

[cherriiiepiee]

javier escuella hcs! ^-^

just some silly (some modern) hcs. sfw!/fluff!!! // sry i havent been posting!! :c

javier loves loves sweet things, every time you see him, he’s munching on a chocolate bar and he loves red velvet

if javier had kids with you he would NOT throw any baby stuff away even if they were like 30 he would still have their toys from when they were like.. 5 😭

INLOVE with tattoos that’s it

javier steals cheap cologne idc what anyone says JAVIER SMELLS GOOD 🙄🙄

chews on pencils if you asked him for a pencil you will feel all the teeth marks on it 😭😭 (you would probably see the eraser bit on……..)

idk why but I feel like he would love skateboarding but he sucks ass 😞

has thick ass blankets you’ll never be cold again

LOVES when u brush his hair in the morning

he cuddles his pillow

he’s awkward when he’s complimenting you 😭😭 even when you guys r dating he has build up the courage to say you look nice today

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request more Javier dating headcanons🙈

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy! :} DISCLAIMER: These are basically about Javier if he was in a relationship with you.

WARNINGS: Mention of violence

CHARACTERS: Javier

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When you guys meet for the first time, it was when you joined the group.

Before you guys got together, he would constantly flirt with you. He loved seeing you blush so he would say flirty things to make you blush.

When it came to food, he would make sure you ate before he did. He would give you some of his if he felt like you weren't eating enough.

When it was your turn to take watch, he would sit with you during it. If you get tired, he will take over. He will even let you nap in his lap if it'll make you comfortable.

If Micah and Bill try to bother you, he'll immediately come to protect you. Even if he has to throw a punch, he will protect you. (And maybe it's a good excuse to be able to punch them :])

The night he asked you out, it was after an easy day. You were sitting by the fire with him as everyone else went to bed. He was so nervous asking you, but he didn't let it show. When you said yes, you could see the tension leave him as he smiles at you.

After you guys are finally together, it's hard for him to keep his hands off of you. He always has an arm around your shoulders or a hand on your hip. Even without telling everyone, they end up knowing you two are dating because he constantly is near you.

Whenever you two have time (and the money) he likes to take you out on romantic dates. Whether it's at the restaurant or even in a field having a picnic. He'll try to make it romantic for you.

When you finally have your first kiss, it was after a close call. You were sent on a mission which had ended badly. You were shot in the stomach, which thankfully you survived. Once you were safe and feeling better, he kisses you. Afterwards he tells you how much he regrets not doing it earlier.

As you recovered, he stayed with you the entire time. Making sure your wounds are cleaned and bandaged. Making sure you drank and ate. He couldn't imagine losing you. Especially after realizing how much he needed you.

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My work is +18 and NSFW, please read the warnings before engaging in any of my writing, there’s a lot of kinks there.

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Paws - Javier Rivera X GN Reader

Title: Paws

Javier Rivera X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Tyler (Mentioned), Lily, Kate (Mentioned), Boone (Mentioned), the rest of the Tornado Wrangler team (Mentioned), and Storm Par (Mentioned)

WC: 2,423

Warnings: Post-Twisters events, Reader's bored, nicknames, love at first sight mentioned, banter, teasing, tornados mentioned, mentioned of marriage (brief), italics, very sight angst, and fluff

Letting out a deep sigh, you covered your arm over your eyes. You were lying on your couch, the TV was playing some TV show, but you weren't paying attention. It was the end of the Tornado Season, and to say the least, you were bored out of your mind, and somewhat disappointed... And sad? Probably.

Chasing tornadoes was your life. The thrill, the anticipation, the adrenaline. It was what fueled you. Without it, you didn’t really know what to do. And you were so not looking forward to getting back to your job, even if it was a stay-at-home one. You wanted to get out there and do something.

Hearing the front door open and shut, you stayed put. Feeling as if you were unable to move. That strange numbness settled over you, a frown upon your face. Feeling the couch cushions dip, you felt a presence above you, hovering; you didn’t have to open your eyes to know who it was. And with a soft kiss placed on your cheek, that stubborn frown quickly melted away, replaced with a smile. The butterflies in your stomach made themselves known. 

Moving your arm away, and opening your eyes, they met his brown ones. Hands propped up beside your head, he gazed down at you with a warm smile; above you was the man you fell in love with. He could’ve been an angel, you were sure of it.

Javi Rivera. You met him a year and a few months prior. He had been a part of Storm Par, and you were a part of Tyler's 'Tornado Wranglers.' You remembered the day you first saw him extremely well. Standing in his neatly pressed dress shirt, nice pants, black curly hair slicked back. To say you were entranced would be an understatement. 

Tyler and the crew had warned you about Storm Par when you joined, telling you about what they did to those who had lost so much after dangerous tornadoes. It pissed you off, hearing that news, to say the least. But when you pulled up to the gas station - 'Ain't No Love In Oklahoma' playing loudly from Tyler's truck speakers - seeing Javi standing with his crew... Well, you couldn’t help but think about how cute he was. 

You were sitting in the back seat, your arms pressed against the open window's ledge, resting your cheek in your hand. Not really using the seat’s buckle, but you trusted Tyler enough. Dangerous, yes. But, upon driving by, it was like time had slowed down for you. Everything was in slo-mo, like in one of those somewhat cringey rom-com movies. Your eyes flickered from one Storm Par member to the next, ignoring their glares and irritated glances - especially as Boone teased them - you saw a young woman with them all, before your eyes landed on Javi. 

Again, you were entranced. For lack of a better word. Once your eyes met his, you felt all the breath you had in your lungs leave you, butterflies replacing whatever you had in your stomach with their rapid fluttering. It was like something clicked within you. That day, you had hoped that no one had noticed how much he affected you. But, it wasn't like you were really hiding it either. 

"You're staring again," You heard a voice, making you snap your head away from where the Storm Par crew were huddled together. Furiously blinking your eyes, you cleared your throat, looking up to see Lily beside you.

Lily had been the first to really bond with you. Everyone from the 'Tornado Wranglers' was your friend, but you really thought Lily was the one you felt most connected with. She always offered you snacks and gave amazing advice whenever you needed it. She understood you, and you understood her. You considered her your best friend.

"Hmm?" You hummed, pretending as if you didn't know what she was talking about. "Staring?" You laughed out, as if it was ridiculous. 

Lily gave you a look, raising an eyebrow, "You were staring at Storm Par over there." She gestured to the group with her eyes, a slow smirk growing on her lips, "You like one of them or something?"

"What? No!" You laughed, feeling your cheeks become flush as you gleaned to the ground and back up at your friend. "I'm just looking at them, trying to read their lips. See what they're planning."

"Uh-huh, sure," She nodded her head slowly, totally believing you, "You've been staring at them for a while. Did you find out anything?" She tested you, making you huff.

"Fine," You muttered, accepting defeat, "I wasn't gathering intel." You confessed, making Lily hum, amused. She knew. “I must have zoned out, looking in that… Uh, general direction.” You waved your hand dismissively in the air in their direction. 

Crossing her arms, Lily pivoted her weight to one side, "Is it Mr. Clipboard?" She suddenly asked, making you scrunch up your face.

"No! Ew. Not that one-"

"Oh! So you do like one of them!" She grinned, making you huff and roll your eyes. "I knew it!"

"Shush, would you!" You whispered, placing your hand on her arm, becoming a bit panicked. "I don't want him overhearing. I don’t want anyone overhearing. Besides, I don't know why it's such a big deal. I'm not the only one who's been staring at someone over there.” You nodded your head over in Tyler's direction before Lily took your hand into her fingerless gloved one.

Pulling you around the camper van, away from Storm Par, and the rest of your friends - and anyone else that could possibly hear - Lily smiled up at you with such excitement, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. "So..." She trailed off, "Which one is it? Who's captured your heart?"

Huffing once more, you felt your cheeks burn at her playful teasing. You knew that she meant well, and you trusted Lily, you did with your words and life. She was an amazing person, a very sweet person, she would keep a secret. So you told her. You described him to her, and Lily could see how much you really liked this guy, even from just one glance. You had to cut yourself off at some point, realizing that you were talking way too much about a guy you've only just seen, and never spoken to. You didn't even know his name… ‘Love at first sight.’ Lily had thought with a grin. She then wasted no time in peeking out from behind the camper to spot him in the Storm Par group. 

Well, you finally got to speak with him during the second night. All the tornado chasers were in the large dirt parking lot of a motel, bonfires aflame, music playing, people eating, drinking, and having fun. 

You had arrived back at the motel with dinner - pizza - for the crew, and when you weren't really paying attention, you had bumped right into him; he almost dropped his bag of hot Cheetos. And it wasn't on purpose, you swore to Lily, your attention was on the nine pizza boxes in your arms; trying to remember whose box was whose. 

Well, to make a long story short, you apologized, and he apologized, it was awkward and you offered him one of the extra boxes of pizza. From then on, your interactions were few and far between. Until after the EF5 and after he partnered up with Tyler and Kate. Since then, you and Javi had gotten closer and became friends, which then slowly turned into something more. 

It had been a year since the two of you had officially begun dating, and you couldn't have been happier. He was everything you ever dreamed of and more; you loved everything about him... His passion, humor, bravery, his determination, his kindness... Not to mention he was super handsome, you could get lost in those eyes of his, your fingers tangled in his soft, ebony curls… Everything about him was perfect. Every time you woke up next to him, you couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

"Hey, baby," He muttered, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, "How was your day?" He then asked, lifting back up slightly as your hand raised to brush his curls out of his face. 

"Hi," You greeted, your fingers began to trail along his jaw, eyes flickering around the freckles on his face before meeting his eyes once more. "I missed you." You breathed, the pad of your thumb brushing along his cheek.

"I missed you more," He leaned down once more to press yet another kiss upon your lips, before rising again, his smile grew into more of a grin, "But, you're avoiding my question."

Sighing, you glanced away from him briefly before returning your eyes to his, "I don't know, Javi," You began, "You know how much I love chasing. I just feel so... Empty without it." 

Humming thoughtfully, Javi pushed himself up, and off the couch. Taking your hand, he pulled you up into a sitting position. Your hand remaining in his, he bent forward slightly, raising your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles; keeping the intense eye contact - the action causing your cheeks to flush. "I know how much you love chasing,” He began, "But I might have something that can cheer you up." 

"Javi..," You trailed off, "You don’t have to get me anything."

His black curls bounced slightly as he shook his head, "Nah, baby, I saw it and thought you had to have it."

"You're not proposing, right?" You asked slowly, with a raised eyebrow, grinning; though inside, the mere thought of Javi proposing made your heart race, and your skin to tingle. You would love nothing more than to marry Javi someday, but you and Javi wanted to take things slow; to make the most of each second.

He bit his lip, his own cheeks flushing slightly from your question, "No, I'm not proposing, yet." He answered. ‘Yet’, the way he said it, made your chest warm, and your gaze to soften. “You actually might like this better than a ring.” He spoke, before letting go of your hand and leaving the room.

You sat on the couch, your leg shaking with anticipation and excitement. Your mind racing with possible gift ideas. So many ‘maybes’ and ‘what-ifs.’ You bit your lip, your eyes trained on the entrance to the living room, waiting for his return at any moment. Your smile widened at the sight of Javi walking in with a small cardboard box. It was an Amazon box, but it was open; the cardboard box flaps bent open at a slight angle. Carefully, he placed it down on your lap, and sat beside you. 

Looking over at him, you placed your hands on the sides of the box. “You really didn't have to get me anything,” You repeated, “You've already given me so many wonderful things. Not that I don't appreciate the thought you put into things or anything. I love everything you've given me-”

“Baby,” He reached out, placing his hand on your cheek, calming your rant. “Let me spoil you.”

Huffing, you felt yourself smile, admiring him for a moment - thinking about how lucky you were - before you returned your attention to the box. Reaching out, you pulled back the cardboard flaps, peering inside only to gasp. There, looking around confused, was a small kitten. 

Snapping your gaze up to your boyfriend, your mouth slightly agape, he chuckled lightly at your reaction. “Javi, are you serious?” You looked back down at the kitten, not even waiting for his answer as you reached into the box and pulled out the kitten. 

The small kitten let out a small ‘meow’ and yawn that made your heart melt and tears welled up in your eyes from the sheer cuteness that you held in your hands. Bringing the kitten up close to your face, you could’ve died from pure happiness as the kitten nuzzled their face into yours. 

The kitten was a tabby, with multiple shades of brown. She looked up at you, sharing with you with big, green eyes. You sighed deeply, your bottom lip quivering as you sniffled as Javi took the box from your lap as you held your new kitten in your arms. 

‘She’s just too cute.’

Javi watched you, feeling an overwhelming amount of love and adoration for you, as you ran your fingers through the kitten’s fur. She purred against your fingertips, her little paws pawing at you; tiny toe-beans in show. You cooed at her softly, pressing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “I think she needs a name.” He stated, his voice warm with affection.

Without even looking up, and without a second to think, you answered, "Storm Chaser. Stormy for short." You looked up at Javi, before feeling your smile turn into a somewhat worried frown. "Or is that a bit too on the nose?" 

"It's perfect," He reassured you, "Especially for someone who loves chasing so much."

"Thank you," You smiled again, before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Thank you so much. This was exactly what I needed. Someone to take care of and keep me company." Returning to pay your full attention to your new fur baby, who was playing with a stray strand of string from your sweater, "She won't replace you though, don't worry. You’re stuck with me."

He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him at your words, “And you're stuck with me.” He muttered, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you close to his side as he watched you play with the kitten; named Storm Chaser. He let himself get lost in the moment and just enjoyed the fact that you were happy - truly and genuinely. He knew that you had been feeling rather bored, and lonely, and missed going out and chasing tornados.

He didn't know what to get you at first, but after asking Lily, Tyler, Boone, and the others, he figured it out. He didn't want to wait for a holiday or anniversary to get you a furry friend, so his trip to the pet store was a bit spontaneous. The moment he walked into the pet store and saw that little kitten sleeping in her cage, he knew that you'd love her. Running his fingers through your hair, he pressed a kiss to your temple, seeing the smile on your face… He couldn't have been happier.

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Okay, so I have a cute idea. Pedro and reader go to a bar and accidentally drink a little more than they wanted to, and now they are walking home together, leaning on one another and giggling the whole way. Maybe they have their first kiss or something. idk, im giving you creative freedom on the last part.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: cutest request award

that last glass of wine had had its effect

Your brain felt lighter, like the crimson liquid had relieved some of the effort from your head

Your vision was fuzzier, unfocused in that familiar way as a soft buzz flowed into your ear

The pavement ahead was still damp with rain, and some water had gotten into your shoes, but you didn't care, you didn't care as you leaned onto Pedro, onto his strong, warm arm, as you looked up at his own glossy eyes, veiled by that sheer cloak of alcohol flowing through his veins

He was still laughing at something you'd said, and you didn't even realize that you were doing the same,

You couldn't even remember what the joke was. Something about... rain or... something

"We're gonna regret this tomorrow" he said, amusement still spilling from his lips

"I'm sure you will, old man" you snorted, hiding your face into his arm to shield from his reaction

"Old man huh?" he chuckled "Is that the way to talk to your elderly?"

"oh please" you snorted, smiling up at him as he feigned offense "I'm sorry sir, that was very rude of me, please forgive me"

The corners of his mouth twitched into a soft grin

"With that smile, I don't think anyone could ever not forgive you, sweetheart"

He did that sometimes, said something sweet that made you forget all about what your lungs were made for

Once again, you shielded your heating face from him by nestling impossibly close to him, feeling his warmth seep into you

He had a body that made hell seem cold

"You're a douchba-"

but before you could speak the very kind words you were about to speak, you had taken a step and found yourself ankle-deep into something that upon closer inspection, was indeed a puddle

You had stepped into a puddle.

Your feet were drenched

You-

You burst out laughing

"oh my god- sugar" Pedro was gripping your arm, bringing you back to dry land as he stifled the need to laugh too

"I-"

You were pretty sure you were about to pee yourself from how hard you were laughing, your eyes were shut close, you had one hand on your face and one on Pedro and then-

and then your feet stopped touching the ground

"Wha-" 

He had picked you up, bridal style, and all you could do was swing your arms around his neck as a reflex "what are you doing?"

"it's clear you're in no condition to walk, so I'm taking matters into my own hands"

And he said it so calmly too, like it was the most obvious thing in the word

"you're taking matters into your own hands?" you mocked, cocking a brow as you bit your bottom lip to try not to laugh

"I am" he nodded,

"You're gonna carry me all the way to the hotel?" you couldn't help but smile now,

smile with amusement and joy and drunkness and... and something else

"What, you think I'm too old for that too?"

You snorted now, your head falling to his chest 

"maybe" you mumbled, your mouth on his steel pecs as you looked up at him

And there was something in that, in all this- not in the fact that he was carrying you like a damsel in distress, not the fact that you were dizzy, not in any of that- there was something in the intimacy of this moment, of the lightness that came with it, how natural it all felt, how... perfect it felt

And he felt it too, you could see in his eyes, that he too had felt time stop, the entire world stop to let you have this moment, this precious instant

"y/n-"

But your lips were already on his, your lips were already on his and nothing mattered anymore as he gripped your shoulder to push you incredibly closer to him, wishing he could engulf you and never let you go, praying for this moment to never end

finally

the only word inside both your heads

finally

He was such a good kisser, his mouth, his beard, his lips, his everything just-

The problem was that he thought the same about you, and maybe if you'd been less of a good kisser, or if only he hadn't spent the last six months fantasizing about this... then maybe he wouldn't have dropped you

"shit-"

Well not really dropped you, he just... forgot to hold your legs, that's all

Only of course, he was there to rescue you as your feet hit the ground, making sure you didn't fall

A soft, honest laugh rumbled from your chest as you dropped your forehead to his

"I'm sorry" he murmured, his hands on your waist "I- I got- distracted"

Again, you could only laugh, this time as he joined

"you got distracted?"

"Yeah" he chuckled

"wanna get distracted again?" you smirked, watching his eyes pan to your lips

"please"

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[pedros-husband]

you steal their clothes

pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader

characters included: Javier Pena, Joel Miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, dieter bravo, Tim Rockford, Dio Morrisey

Javier pena: he thinks you look extremely hot in any of his clothes especially if you wear any of his tight jeans, the way the fabric clings to your ass has him reeling. and if your alone in the office/at home, he'll have you bent over a desk or in the sheets in moments. he doesn't hide how hot he thinks you look in them either, it's a lot of flirty comments and lingering touches. if you aren't in private he might walk up behind you and start trailing kisses down your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispers what he wishes he could do to you.

Joel miller: he won’t admit it but he thinks you look so handsome/gorgeous in any of his clothes, especially his flannel shirts, so when he catches you wearing one of them his eyes will light up and a small smile will play on his lips-only for a second though. Then he will silently walk over to you and wrap you up in his arms, smiling into your neck. And if it’s your day off he will push you down on to the couch/bed and hold you close in his arms, your face pressed into his chest as he runs his hands over the curves and contours of your body. If you try and mention how clingy he’s being and how he likes you wearing his clothes- he’ll shut you up with kisses and cuddles until you forgot all about what you where saying. (Sometimes it goes a little further and he’ll rip the shirt off you in heated desire, the buttons popping off as you gasp and he just grumbles about how he doesn’t care)

Javi Gutierrez: he smiles so wide like a puppy and sweeps you up in his arms whispering every pet name under the sun, kissing your cheek and trailing them down your arms and to your hands, telling you how he loves the way you look in his clothes. He will immediately propose that the two of you cuddle and watch all his favourite nick cage movies- and who are you to say no to that cute face?

Marcus Moreno: he melts when he sees you cuddled up in one of his hoodies and as long as he’s finished all his work he’ll drop anything he’s doing to wrap you up in his arms mumbling. How he’s so lucky to have you and to be your husband. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you and not necessarily in a sexual way he just needs to be touching you in some way, even if it’s just the pinkies touching on the couch if your working otherwise his whole body will be draped over you in a big bear hug.

Ezra: let’s be real he only really has a couple of undershirts and pants for under his suit so if you wear any of his clothes they’re going to be quite tight fitting (just pretend they would be okay) and so he’ll drool over you and immediately decide that the orlac hunting can wake a couple more minutes whilst he indulges in his favorite treasure…

Din djarin: he doesn’t wear anything other than his Mando armour like Ezra so instead if your a mando like him and you take your top armour off and are left in just your undershirt and trousers, he’ll flip the razor crest into autopilot and drag you back into the bunk room to retrace some tension he’s feeling

Frankie morales: he thinks you look so hot in his clothes even if it’s just his baseball hat (maybe with nothing else at all) and will twirl you around, smiling like an idiot, before swooping you up and putting you down on the couch, wrapped up in his arms. He won’t let you leave his grasp until the image of you in whatever your wearing is permanently engraved into his brain.

Agent whiskey: he thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world, seeing you all cozy on the couch or doing the dishes in his shirts and shorts, he’ll walk up behind you , wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your neck, inhaling the smell of your cologne/ soap and smile. Sometimes he’ll whisk you off to the bedroom as well

Silva: he loves when you wear his cowboy hat or his old bandana, to him it shows that your his and no one else’s, and anyone who sees you will know that your his as well.

Oberyn martell: he has quite a few of each of his robes as spares and such as he’s the prince so when he catches you wearing his yellow robe his jaw drops to the floor. No matter if he’s attending an important meeting or training, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing and whisk you back to your chambers.

Dave York: he’ll play it off like he’s pissed that you stole his clothes but will secretly steal looks when your not looking, his eyes wandering over your body as he bites his lip. He’ll make a few phone calls to call in late and re arrange some plans so he can have you for a little while longer…

Dieter bravo: this man can already barely keep his hand off you so the second he sees you in something that’s his, he’s tackling you to the nearest bed/couch, looking at you with excited and hungry eyes, mumbling about how much better his clothes look on you but he’d prefer none at all.

Tim Rockford: he catches you wearing his shoulder holster in the mirror at home , and stops in his tracks, taking a couple steps back to leer through the door and admire how it looks on you. He will stare for hours until you’ve walked up to him and tapped him in the shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream with a bright blush on his face as you chuckle to yourself.

Dio morrissey: if you wear any of his necklaces/ leather jackets he’ll go feral. He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever and will pin you to the bed, trailing kisses along your neck and chest whispering curses under his breath as he progressively gets more and more hot and bothered.

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A/n: sorry I haven’t posted any fics recently, I have had a flare up in my back and it’s thrown me off a bit, I’m working on a request that should be out soon hopefully and just a thank you to everyone as well :)

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That's the last time I... [Never Have I Ever Writing Challenge]

Here's my submission for @yxtkiwiyxt's Never Have I Ever writing challenge, and also my first fanfic ever. I've been putting this off for weeks, but I just produced this in an hour with no beta. Osteoporosis!

Prompt: Never have I ever had sex on the floor, with Javier Peña x gn!reader

(In my head it was initially f!reader, but then I realized I could easily edit out all the gendered language, so why not. Also no physical description of reader)

700+ words

Warnings: brief mention of injury, canon-typical action, brief mention of sex position

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Sigh. Another day, another rooftop chase across Medellín.

You should have known to expect this-- the last week had been spent identifying and pursuing a promising lead-- and last night, you had gone out for drinks with fellow agents Peña and Murphy to blow off steam. After Murphy left, your conversation with Peña took a turn, and the next thing you knew, he was topless and lighting a cigarette in your living room.

What Murphy didn't know wouldn't hurt him, but he could tell something was hurting you when you duck around a corner and wince as you adjust your pant leg.

"You ok?" he whispers, looking the other way.

"I'm fine. Skinned my shin," you hiss back, glancing around the corner where a flash of motion catches your eye. "Shit, that's him. Javi's following, we can trap him from the sides."

Murphy nods, and a few minutes later, you watch agent Peña pin the sicario on the ground from behind and handcuff him in a motion not entirely unfamiliar to you. Javi glances at you briefly with the subtlest of smirks, then leads the man to a police car to be brought in for 'questioning.'

~

Later that night, you were all gathered around the Murphys' dinner table to celebrate over Connie's lasagna. Steve recounts the story, giving you particular credit for the tactic you suggested that led to the sicario's arrest.

"It's a good thing you skinned your leg, or we wouldn't have stopped and seen where he was running. Speaking of which-- Con, why don't you check out the scrapes? You're the pro here."

Javi gives you a knowing glance-- really, that's what you told him? -- to which you glare back keep your trap shut. Connie leads you to their bathroom and pulls out a well-stocked first aid kit.

"So what happened? When was your last tetanus shot?"

"Honestly... this didn't happen today..."

"Of course," she rolls her eyes, "Steve mentioned you and Javi stayed out after he left last night. What did you two get up to now?"

You and Javi had been seeing each other, so to speak, for a few months. As one of your few non-work friends in Colombia, Connie was the only other person who knew.

"It's rug burn. 'Nuff said."

"Ah. Luckily that'll heal up fast."

She wraps your calves with gauze, then packs up the first aid kit while you dress yourself and rejoin the other agents.

~

Later that night, you hear a familiar knock on your door. You get up, confirm that it's Javi, then let him in before quickly closing the door behind him to make sure your neighbors don't see you wearing only a T-shirt and underwear. He glances down at your bandaged legs, then looks back towards your exasperated face with a shit-eating grin.

"It's a shame you skinned your shins today in the field, or I would have wanted to repeat last night."

You roll your eyes and turn towards your bedroom. "Y'know, I could just have you leave, but lucky you I'm feeling patient tonight. You know where to find me." You head into your bedroom and take a seat on your bed as you hear his voice behind you.

"Oh c'mon, don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. If I remember correctly, you had a lot to say about how I did things to you that no one else had done before, and just how much you needed me in you." You can hear the cocky tease in his voice as he recounts how you ended up bent over on your knees on the living room floor, pinned under him much like the sicario from earlier today, with one hand wrapped around your wrists and another on your throat as he pulled you rhythmically into him. He knew exactly what he was doing now by bringing it up, and damn it, it was working.

He waltzes into your bedroom and kneels in front of you as you sit on your bed. He looks up with raised eyebrows and a cooly self-assured expression, but you recognize the pleading in his eyes. Javier Peña was not known as a man who begged, but you knew better. You would never tell him, but you knew he needed you more than you needed him. With a sigh of pretend frustration and another exaggerated eye roll, you reach out and begin to unbutton his shirt.

"Yes, that was the first time I had sex on the floor, but it's also the last time. Now get up here, I want to try that position again on a bed, not a rug."

[lhck999]

TGED x Fighter!Reader - How They React When You Save Them

Characters: Lloyd Frontera, Javier Asrahan, Alicia Magentano, Arosh

Mentions of violence; estabilished relationship; maybe ooc? first time I'm writing for Arosh

Lloyd Frontera

Pikachu surprised face. You were part of Frontera's knights and were always there to help, but he didn't think you were this strong. The wolf monsters were ganging up on Javier and giving even him a hard time. When you swooped into Lloyd's blind spot and easily decapitated one of them, joining Javier right after, all he could do was stare, mouth agape.

Will sincerely thank you afterwards and sing you praises (not literally, not even you could handle that) whilst teasing Javier that you could end up surpassing him.

In the next missions, he completely trusts you to cover his back. Still worries though.

"Lloyd?" "Hm?" "I'm fine, see? We should keep going." "...No. Go rest, we'll set up camp tonight." "But-" "Tired employees can't do their work properly, now can they?" He flashed his shady-business grin, but you knew better than to believe him. With a sigh, you relented and pressed a kiss to his dumb smile. "Fine, fine. Whatever you say, bossman."

Javier Asrahan

His eyes are wide with a mix of surprise and adoration. Javier knew you were strong and often sparred with you as training, but seeing you in action was another matter entirely. The way you carved your way through the horde to stand back-to-back with him, just as he was getting overwhelmed, completely reinvigorated him.

When the battle's over, his smile almost blinds you. He can't believe he's got such an amazing partner and tells you as much. Seeing you like that makes him want to improve even more in order to keep fighting by your side.

"Y/n, thank you for your help. You were incredible." "Thanks, Javier! You did great too." your hands fit together like two puzzle pieces, and so did your lips. "I'm glad you were here." he whispered, cheeks lightly dusted pink. He was still getting used to this. "I am too." you replied, brushing a few of his blue strands out of his face.

Together, you walk back to where everyone else is, relieved to have each other to rely on.

After that he's training for a little longer every day and trading advice with you more often. His eyes light up at every breakthrough, be it his or yours. If it's yours, he's full-on applauding you with the proudest of smiles.

Alicia Magentano

God, she loves you - is the first thing that comes to mind when you absolutely demolish the monster that was about to sneak-attack her. You may or may not have also had to block another incoming blow because Alicia stared at you for a little too long. She gets back into the fray right after though, a blush creeping up her neck.

After the battle's over, she's all praises, especially about specific details of your fighting style no one else would be able to notice. Alicia's also extremely quick to get you treatment and a warm bath, even if your injuries were only minor.

"Your hard work paid off, I could see how much better you coordinated striking and dodging." she proudly smiled. "Thank you! I had an amazing sparring partner." you winked. She laughed sweetly, and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Oh, I'm sure. But the improvements are still on you, aren't they?" You made a show of thinking about it. "Hm...maybe."

You both made your way back to the castle, more than eager to rest.

After that she's training a little extra in secret. She's happy to have someone reliable by her side, but she can't let you do everything, now can she. (Also, she wants to be the one to save you next time, but you didn't hear that from me.)

Arosh

This guy fell for you, head over heels, all over again. How could he not? You dispatched all of the giant ants that were attacking the orcs, much more powerfully and beautifully than he ever imagined. He's really ashamed he didn't join you, mesmerized and awestruck as he was.

When it's over, he snaps out of it and rushes to your side. He's fretting over you, checking for any injuries and clearly moping about not having helped.

"Y/n! Are you alright, oink?!" Arosh ran towards you, stepping over the bugs. He took your hand in his and gave you a full once-over, rambling something about 'not having been there'. "Arosh! I'm all good, see?" you tilted his chin to face you directly. "Just a little dirty. It's nothing a good bath won't fix." you smiled reassuringly. He relaxed, but still had a small, guilty pout. "I should have-" he froze when you kissed the tip of his nose. "No beating yourself up! I love you, fight or no fight. C'mon, let's go home."

After that, he's working out more, and talking to some of the Frontera knights about fighting and training together. He wants to help, even if he's sure it's unlikely he'll reach you. (Bless his heart)

[livingdeadmlm]

Congratulations on 1k followers! Unsure if you did this yet, but hc on who in the gang can last the longest? And are there things that change that (e.g a certain position)?

Van Der linde gang: Who lasts the longest? Kink HCs

Includes: Dutch Hosea Javier John Charles Arthur Kieran and Sean

Dutch

he’ll go until things start to ache, one of you will absolutely pull a muscle cause it’s going for a WHILE. It goes on for so long cause I think he’s def into cock warming. Sit with him inside of you as he reads for like an hour, he hardly pays any attention to your whines and shudders as he slightly adjusts his seating position after not moving for half an hour. Or the other way around with his oral fixation he just sits with you in his mouth until his jaw starts to feel sore. Softly sucking and licking but not quite getting you there for as long as he can manage

Do you want to speed things up? He’s a control freak start begging and calling him Sir and he’ll give you whatever you want.

Javier

Things last pretty long with Javier as well cause he’s a sucker for Orgasm control and edging. If you two have the privacy the second it’s time to relax and you two are free for the day hes bringing you to the edge over and over and just watching you get tired.

No privacy? No problem! He teases you just enough to hate him. Brushing against you as you’re doing chores, hands lingering just a bit too long. Pulling you outside of camp to get frisky just to leave you high and dry in the middle of it. You can have your pants half down and he’s putting up an act “oh noo I forgot I promised Arthur some poisoned tipped knives! I’m sure you understand guapo I’ll be back~!” Smacks your ass and saunters back to camp with a smile.

Want to speed things up or finally get to cum after an hour or so of Javier jerking you off? Pull his hair! He’s got a sensitive scalp, pull on his ponytail as he tries to walk away and he’s back in your arms with a groan and a grin. But maybe it’s one of the few times you two can really enjoy each other, unless you say out right exactly how and when you want to cum is isn’t happening! So be a bit vocal and beg

Arthur

I think Arthur is more of a service switch. He’s not too focused on how much pleasure he’s feeling if you’re crying out to him to keep going just like that. He’s also willing to talk you through it He gets kinda shy about it but once the two of you are in and the shyness fades he’s all over you calling you handsome, beautiful that you’re doing so good. I saw someone HC that he’d hold the head board and I agree 🫡

Want to speed it up? Praise him! Tell him how good he’s making YOU feel, or make the first move! He’s an insecure man and a few compliments on how strong he is or how talented he is makes his mind go fuzzy

Charles

He lasts a while cause he’s really into slow sex Start with making out for a few minutes to get him into the mood. Sit on his lap or pull him into yours and there’s a flutter in his stomach the entire time.

He’s also a big man, he’s nervous about harsher paces giving or receiving.

Want to speed things up? Start to leave marks! Suck a mark on his neck, bite at his chest and he’ll be putty. Really want to make him swoon? Guide him with your hands or verbally! A lot is expected of him all the time so take some of the pressure off his shoulders and he’s much more relaxed

Hosea

He might be in the middle but that’s cause he can last a normal amount of time lol a good 30-40 minutes before tapping out. He can maybe finish twice back to back before he needs some time to get his energy back lol

Want it to last longer? Well it’s a given that such a theatrical man is into role play finding new saloons where the two of you can pretend to be strangers meeting for the first time is his favorite past time when riding around. Maybe a new outfit for the two of you? Perhaps either way the two of you end up in some hotel room or the back of a wagon he stole.

Want to speed things up? I think Hosea would be great at oral, just how it is ‼️ if its him going down his skill alone makes it not last long. If it’s you he’s just really into it so it won’t last long lol

John

John also can last a normal amount of time lol, he cannot go hours he’s got maybe a 40 minutes on a good day. He’s much more prone to quickies in his tent before a job It’s like an energy boost for him! and maybe once his comes back he’ll go again if it was a good take home! But he will pass out right after lmao

Want to speed it up? Pull that mans hair! Or give a squeeze to his throat and his eyes might roll back. He’s not opposed to getting a bit rough, I think he probably moans like a girl if you get on top and take more control or if you push him against a wall/tree and lift his legs around you. Hold his waist and complement how slender it is and he’ll get huffy but secretly likes it

Kieran

My dear boy, (grown ass man I’m talking about) he won’t last long after he finishes so he’s more than happy to focus on you to make things last! Or if you’re willing to sacrifice getting off now to later being slow and gentle gets him off. He love when an innocent cuddle or hug becomes more because of your wandering hands.

I think Kieran wouldn’t be much for penetration after first being captured by the gang, so he prefers frottage when it’s the two of you until he gets more comfortable just being alive. If he’s laying down and you lay behind him to spoon he’s backing up against you hopping you’ll make a move. He’ll get so embarrassed if you call it out so give him a little praise to open him back up again!

Want to speed things up? Tease him plenty! Call out the fact that he’s backing into your dick when all you wanted to do was cuddle! Call out that you catch him staring. Just put your hand on his hard on as you do and he’ll hump against it in no time as he denies your accusations.

Sean

Obviously our dear Sean is the lowest, hey he gets too excited and just finishes a bit sooner than you! A few good thrusts, maybe one tug at his hair, a kiss to the neck and he’s finished already. He also much prefers quickies in dangerous places or very random times. Out on a job and you two need to keep watch? He’s already pulling your pants down to give you head big smile on his face. Maybe it’s when he joins the train robbery and he’s waiting on Arthur to show. He’s on top of you non stop talking about how he just can’t wait and how handsome you look and are when you’re serious

Well you can’t get any short so do you want it to last longer? Gag him! Use your bandana as a gag to muffle his voice and be slow with the teasing. If he’s on top he gets tired fast so put your knees up on his back for him to rest against and cock warm you for a bit. Maybe move him yourself like he’s a fleshlight even after he’s finished, he likes the burn of overstimulation