Javier's shrine & imaginations

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

First of all I would like to clarify that I've never played Rdr1, so I don't know much about rdr1 Javier. This blog will be purely based on Rdr2, at least for now.

You may call me Mustache because I can't think of any other names lmao.

What you'll find in this blog:

Headcanons

Oneshots

Theories/discussion regarding Javier's character

Javier appreciation in general

MIGHT write about other Rdr2 characters

I'm still very new in this fandom, so there's a chance I might make a huge mischaracterization of Javier. (Please do tell if there's any).

Please note that I'm a new writer! my writings are very sloppy and I have no idea what I'm doing lol. I'll accept any critiques but please don't be hateful about it haha.

One small problem

I have writers block </3

And

Thinking about Javier fucking you from the back while you desperately try to focus on your studies. It's not his fault really, you were the one who thought it was a good idea to study on your bed.

Laying on your stomach in your sweet silky pajamas, the arch of your back from your propped elbows as you chewed on your pencil, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Really, it wasn't his fault that you looked tempting while studying. And the way the dress hugs the curve of your ass was not helping at all.

You seemed stress there, so like a good boyfriend that he is he plopped himself behind you because what else would be a good stress relief if not a little 'massage'?

Thrusting into you, slow and deep as though making sure you can feel every inch of his cock. But he's not trying to distract you swears :( he just wants you to relax is all so just focus on your studies okay? He promised he'll be quiet.

And you can't AND MUST NOT think about his sloppy kisses on your neck nor the thrust of his hips against yours because god forbids you give in lest you'll fail your test tomorrow.

But how can you ignore the weight of his body, the warmth of his sweaty figure pressed against yours like a beast in heat, head buried in your neck as he (tried to) quietly cooed in your ear. His girl is so smart he can't help but show his appreciation; he lifts your hips up, pressing deeper into you and that's when you lost it. He kept thrusting you forward over and over and over till you could barely write a coherent sentence.

The papers, now forgotten, crumpled from your movements as your hands bunched up the bedsheets, pencil still in hand. "Mm! Mmf mmph-!" You moaned into the bed.

"Amor, stay focus. Your test is— hah- tomorrow remember?" He says as the slap of his balls echoes in the room.

Maybe you should study on the table next time...