#rdr2 javier escualla

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[javierduffy]

replaying this game after the second game is making me honest to god so beyond miserable … javier looks so absolutely defeated here. it’s genuinely breaking my heart. please don’t make me think about the thoughts he’s having now- perhaps ones of regrets, or flashes of laughter and singing around the campfire, of clanking beer bottles together and sharing stories, of looking at the shine in dutch’s eyes during a speech and how he felt, somehow, the warmth of the mexican sun. and how that sun never felt the same when he got home again. and how the only time in the past eight years that he ever felt warm was when john’s hands wrapped the rope around his hands and legs. when john’s rope was the noose around his neck, and he finally, finally could stop running. guilt, fear, regret … relief. please kill me im so sad

[josephquinnswhore]

mi vida - javier escuella x female reader

summary: life with a romantic outlaw.

word count: 1.9k

content warning: not much tbh. mentions of murder, robbery, theft, conning.

The late afternoon breeze swells through the camp between the natural barricade of trees surrounding your current campsite, Horseshoe Overlook. Many go about their duties, few of the men are often gone more days than not, returning with food for Pearson to prepare or things to contribute to camp, mostly money.

That comes in many forms of succession, theft, robbery, conning, and murder. No women in camp were partial to what the men did to keep everyone afloat, yet—amongst the many people who committed these atrocities. Never had you felt safer, they were loyal, protective.

Profoundly your boyfriend, Javier. Fiercely loyal, even to Bill, who constantly harassed Javier over his ethnicity. The name calling, sniggering and remarks about Javier’s tendency to groom himself.

Regardless—it was Javier who left camp yesterday, gun in his holster and urging Boaz out of camp when he had found out that Bill had been captured by bounty hunters. To save that same man who had been relentless in attacking and attempting to humiliate your lover.

The smell of Pearson's warm stew that had been simmering all day over a small fire makes your stomach ache with anticipation and creates a welcome distraction rather than your disdain for Bill Williamson. Warm food to fill your aching stomach as many of you only ate one meal a day. The same thing that was prepared every day. A mix of meat, vegetables and bland stock.

But you were grateful that you had the opportunity to eat. Thankful for those, often Charles or Arthur bringing back food for Pearson to prepare. Often, you take it upon yourself to go searching for herbs to make the stew more flavoursome.

Many had noticed and pleaded for you to forage enough for all those daring to ask. The bundle of herbs that had been carefully clipped and placed into your sachel earlier this morning.

There were plenty blossoming, thyme was your favourite, it was accessible being close to camp and growing in abundance.

It gives a sense of trepidation, as you sit on a small chair by your and Javier’s shared tent, small fire beckoning you in with it’s promise of warmth, the flames licking up the logs into devour.

This routine you'd created for yourself was one your body had recognised.

Same time of afternoon each day, preparing your thyme by picking the herb off the stem meant you’d be sitting down before long, next to Javier and eating some supper. The routine is something you find solace in amongst the chaos.

Being in a relationship with an outlaw was a first for you. Correction—your first relationship was with an outlaw. How couldn’t you have fallen for the man, driven with such confidence and unprecedented power. The divine will of his words and his actions of care he puts into the way he looks. A man like that was sure to draw your attention, sweeping you off of your feet the very first morning you met.

Thought of the memory is often shared between the two of you privately when most are sleeping, no one to hear your secrets but the moon itself. Uttered words in his native tongue make your ears warm, still able to fluster you months later into your partnership. His words, not hollow like most, but full of promise.

Promise to love, cherish, care for you. His life. Or as he calls you. Mi vida.

This day in particular was not out of any ordinary you’d become so used to. Miss Grimshaw made her demands to all the women, expecting perfection and efficiency with each due task. Tending to the dishes, washing clothes, hand sewing patches of material onto clothes that had been torn.

Dutch often sat in his own tent, a pondering gaze upon his brow with his nose buried in a book. The same book he often quoted his own inspired wisdom.

When it gets to this time in the afternoon, when everyone returns and feeds together. Daily tautness no longer separates folk, drink is readily accessible for anyone who abides by the bitter liquid. Few wooden crates found around the camp are stocked with beer and whiskey.

Of course—Bill is one of those men who seems to create his own problems, blaming the bottle as if it weren’t his own hand to take the glass and gulp the poison down so greedily. As if he needed it, you never understood his dependence upon something so harmful.

Setting aside your personal mound of carefully plucked thyme into a small wooden bowl, you stand and pour yourself a cup of hot coffee. The pitcher sits by the fire by your camp, grateful for such an accessible commodity. Nursing the steaming black substance, you take a moment to blow the steam and look. Really observe the world moving around you.

Above the trees, the sun is beginning to set, illuminating an orange glow around the camp, where your eyes finally lay upon Javier, sitting with Arthur at the table halfway across the grassy field of the campground, playing five finger filet. He—of course wore gloves at your discretion, knowing how concerned you are that he’d cut off a finger one of these days.

Still, as the two men sit, fisting the handles of their sharpened blades, the 40c pot is sitting in the middle of the table, pending the winner.

“Tu pinchazo.” He utters as he knicks his finger with the steely blade. Another attempt, and he curses again.

“Hazlo bien tonto, concentrate.” The lick of his tongue on his upper lip is a sheer sign of dedicated concentration.

That, and he had one more attempt at getting this right, or he would lose the game. Being Javier, that was not a notion he could accept, defeat. He was a prideful man in every aspect of life.

Miraculously, the man managed to concentrate and successfully overcome the second round with a victory, taking the 40c pot and sliding the coins into his jean pocket. “Good game Arthur, perhaps we will play another time.”

Left alone only for a brief moment, he begins sharpening his knife at the table, red stains of his blood are splattered across the wooden surface as the aftermath of the victorious game. Yet, something more profound approaches, Bill with an opened bottle of whiskey in hand..

Tightly, your fingers curl around your mug, sipping on the coffee anxiously, your heart pounds against your skin with worry.

“Whatcha doin’ greaser?” Bill taunts, approaching Javier to which he’s met with silence.

Again, Bill takes a large mouthful of liquor and tosses the bottle onto the soiled grass. “I said, whatcha doin, greaser.” His boot kicks into Javier’s crate, getting more aggressive, prying for Javier’s attention, any kind of reaction.

Javier shoots up from the wooden crate, welding a knife in hand as he puts Bill into a steady headlock.

“Just playing with my knife, sheep fucker. Just playing with my knife.” The sound is cold and callous, holding the sharpened blade against Bill's neck, holding him hostage for a few moments before shoving Bill to the ground, sliding his knife back into his holster.

“Saco de mierda borracho.” He mutters bitterly to himself as he crosses the campsite to join you, when his dark brown orbs meet yours, he realises you’d been watching him, the interaction.

Finally finishing the last of your coffee, you set the mug down on a wooden barrel inside of your shared tent and Javier approaches with a sheepish expression on his face. “Hola mi vida.” He utters softly.

“Hi.” Gazing into those brown orbs you sigh. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I cannot believe he’s still doing this after you saved him yesterday.” With a gentle gesture, your thumb runs along his cheek.

“He is forgotten, the love of my life is here beside me, in my arms, how could anything else matter?” His leather gloves are warm and damp on some fingers with his blood from his earlier game of five finger filet.

Wordlessly, you take it upon yourself to remove the barrier between your eyes and his wounds, they’re minor, but you insist on doting over him. “Sit.”

His body is sat on a chair before you could urge him a second time, always listening to your requests, giving into you. Anything you yearned for he would give.

“Will you ever stop playing that foolish game?” The scolding makes him laugh, the sound has become so familiar and comforting to you.

“No, mi amor. I did win after all.” That prideful smile, beaming at you with his skin glowing with the orange illumination of the setting sun, another day being spent with the love of your life.

“I figured you’d say so, you’re a stubborn man.” The comment is met with a hum of his own as you tent to his wounds, although they would be fine unattended to, Javier loved when you doted on him, he saw it as affection. Being cared for unconditionally was all he ever needed.

“Let me make it up to you, for worrying you.”

“That’s not necessa—“ before you could finish, he’s interrupting you.

“Not another word, mi vida. Tomorrow we will ride side by side, to a nearby location by a small pond, I will pack some cheese, bread and berries into your wooden basket. We shall feast and relax without the constant hounding or senseless noise at this camp. Your presence is obligatory.”

Slowly, your fingers retreat from his hands as you finish cleaning his wounds, listening to the utter reverence of this man, his words are true and written as if needed to be followed. Guidance, and devotion.

“Of course I will join you.” His own hand grasps yours so elegantly bringing it up to his face before pressing his lips against your knuckle, the kiss lingers for a moment before he reaches to caress your cheeks.

“Mi vida, let me sing to you.”

Sitting on your bedroll beside his own, he reaches for his guitar and strums a familiar tune, one of a love song he had sung many a time before because it’s your favourite, Cielito Lindo.

“De la Sierra Morena, Cielito lindo, vienen bajando. Un par de ojitos negros, Cielito lindo, de contrabando.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay.

Canta y no llores. Porque cantando se alegran, Cielito lindo, los corazones. Ese lunar que tienes, ceilito lindo, junto a la boca.

No se lo des a nadie, Cielito lindo, que a mí md toca….”

As your life partner sings, his angelic voice caught in the gentle breeze as folk around camp are compelled to join around the campfire to hear the melodic tune. They fail to understand in their joy, that Javier was declaring his love for you in song.

It was a touching gesture that the two of you share alone. In many ways — would remain ignorant to the rest of them. At the end of this day, you would fill your bowl with stew and fill your stomach. But for now, you sit united with your lover, taking every moment revelling in each other's proclivity.

[pinkysberg]

when u make a munchies run n he offers 2 pay

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Guarma - Camp Details/Layout

There are technically two camp locations for chapter 5. The one on the island of Guarma and the one at Lakay. -For the camp in lakay click here-

-Click here to return to the index page for Chapter 5: Guarma-

In the cutscene where they all first find the area and sleep, they’re in the top right shack.

Below is the left side, same side shown as above.

Below is the right side.

The top left shack has the ammo and limited weapons.

Between the top two areas is the “medic” area. you can see a few health items in the bottom right of the photo below.

The food area is a makeshift table in the bottom left of the main photo.

If you choose to do the mission where you save Javier first, you can see him in the bottom left of the camp as seen below.

[detective4blog]

Round 25, featuring the gay wild west

Lenny- bisexual, polyamorus

Javier- mlm/gay, polyamorus

Kieran- bisexual, asexual, polyamorus

Seán- bisexual, polyamorus

Karen- pansexual, polyamorus

Mary Beth- non binary, queer, polyamorus

Anyway yeah welcome back to "Rayx's favorite chaotic polyamorus crew"!

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Playful flirting ❤

[yeehawbfs]

I saw something modern boys in modern clothes and then a friend and I came up with some modern au where dutch and Hosea are fostering john and Arthur and then everyone mostly goes to the same highschool and MAYBE I should write the actual hcs so I dont look like an idiot

[fandomsforyourthots]

Modern Valentine's Day HCs no one asked for

Y'all didn't ask, but imma do.

Just a couple of modernHC's for a few of our sweet outlaws for valentine's day and how they treat their SO.

Dutch:

-Think Of The Fanciest restaurant you know.

-That's where y'all gon be.

-Dutch has a love for the extravagant so you're getting SPOILED™

-New jewelry, new dress/suit, a bouquet of 100 roses, you're getting it all fam!

-Slow dancing

-"My god, how did I get so lucky?"

-Spends the whole night showing you off

Arthur:

-Arthur "country boy" Morgan is gonna do some country shit.

-He'll take you out to your favorite place to eat.

-You think that's it but instead of taking you home he drives out to the middle of nowhere

-"What are you doing Arthur?"

-"You didn't think that was it did ya?"

-He loaded a fuck ton of blankets into the back of his big ass lifted pick up with the intention of watching the stars with you.

-100% asks Charles for recommendations on the best spots for star gazing.

-Memorizes as many constellations and their locations as he can so he can point them out to you.

-You both end up falling asleep wrapped in blankets and each others arms.

John:

-John is a simple man, so it's gonna be a simple date, most likely dinner and a movie.

-Doesn't make it any less romantic though.

-He's on his best behavior. Opening doors for you, complimenting you whenever he can.

-When he spots people looking at you he wraps his arm around your waist and beams with pride.

-Will definitely be the one to be cliche and get you flowers and chocolates, maybe even a nice sized teddy bear.

-Stares at you all night, literally can not take his eyes off you.

Javier:

-Boiiii, off top you can bet you're getting serenaded that night.

-A dozen red roses show up at your house that morning though, completely unannounced with a little card that only has a heart on it.

-He takes you all over town to pamper you.

-Need your hair done? He gotchu. Need a new outfit for the day? He 👏🏾 got 👏🏾 chu 👏🏾

-For the actual date he decks out his house with the cheesiest romantic stuff. Rose petals on the floor and the dining table, candles everywhere.

-He runs you a bath and while you're in it he throws down in the kitchen, whipping up a full course meal cause you deserve it.

-Serenades you as you eat.

-You already know after the food is gone that you're getting that bomb D.

Charles:

-Hope you like nature, cause you're gonna be all up in it.

-He takes you to the peak of the tallest mountain he knows right before sunset.

-When the car can't go up anymore he 100% piggybacks you the rest of the way.

-Brings a whole assortment of food with you so you can eat while you watch the sun go down.

-Gifts you with the prettiest turquoise necklace and earring set that he made himself.

-"This is beautiful Charles, thank you."

-"Why are you thanking me? I'm the one who gets to see you wearing it. I should be thanking you."

-If you think he's not gonna make love to you on top of that mountain while the sun sets, you're wrong.

Hosea:

-He's also gonna take you to a nice restaurant, though not as over the top as Dutch.

-Brings you a bouquet of carnations.

-I hope you're ready to hear how amazing you are all night.

-Holds your hand as often as he can.

-Buys you a simple teardrop diamond necklace.

-Definitely puts it on for you.

-"You are absolutely stunning, my dear."

-Will also slow dance with you, a proud and happy smile on his face the whole time.

-Rest your head on his shoulder while you're dancing, he'll melt.

Sean:

-You already know y'all are gonna end up doing some fun shit.

-An amusement park or carnival is his go to.

-Will try to win you ALL the things.

-"Sean, I don't need another stuffed animal."

-"Course ya do! Can never ave' enough furry friends."

-Cheesy couples pictures on Instagram.

-Will definitely try to make out with you in the tunnel of love.

-Tries to impress you with that strength test thing.

-Fails, but he makes you laugh so that's good enough for him.

-You two stay all day so you can watch the fireworks together at night.

[cowboy-canoodler]

Javier HC’s: Thigh Riding

Anon asked: “thigh-riding with javier hc?”

Gimme that Mexican bussy

Javier

He loves pulling you up onto his lap in front of everyone at the fire, this lets you know what he plans for you later

Public displays of affection are rare for Javier, they’re reserved for foreplay and silent announcements of your impending sex.

“Well I’m gonna hit the sack” he’d announce to the gang but bring his lips close to your ear and whisper, “Care to join me, Corazón?” His voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine

You’d obviously agree and walk hand in hand towards a private tent excited for whats to come

Javier will experiment in the bedroom, he’s open to new things, within reason of course, and will always try something you recommend

So when Javier asks for something you’re all ears, “I’d like to try something new tonight mi amor”  he caresses your arms as he presses his chest against your shoulders, craning his neck down and his lips resting against your ear, hot breaths sending waves through your nerves

“What is it?” you reply turning to face him as he brings a hand to your cheek, his thumb caressing in small circles.

Javier loves your eyes and could spend hours staring at them so when he sits down and pulls you to straddle his lap you happily comply and let him lead you by the hands, not once letting your eyes drift away from his as you let him take control of your body

NSFW

Your thighs each side of his, Javiers hands resting on you, one on your cheek the other on your hip

“Move your hips for me, my love” and you comply slowly grinding your hips and bringing your lips to meet Javiers

His cock started to get hard as your hips rubbed their way around his thighs and crotch, his breath latching in his throat with each grind

Your hands were all over each other, Javier’s lips caressed your throat and left love bites showing his admiration of you

His hips start thrusting into you, bucking you to go faster 

“I’m close mi amor, please” hearing him beg for you sent you into overdrive

Your hips worked faster and harder with your lips biting into Javiers, moans erupting from his throat as low growls, hands caressing and grasping at your clothes

When he comes he kisses you deeply and wraps his arms around you, pulling your entire body close to him, brow kitted together and a stifled moan of your name

It takes a little while for Javier to release you, you stay on his lap with your arms entangled within each other, whispering small compliments back and forth.

After he changes you sleep cuddling each other, with Javier as the big spoon to thank you for earlier

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