Killing Flowers.

— killing flowers.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

a/n: I literally wrote this because I can't stop thinking of him in that orange shirt and gun-- i needed to let out my frustrations somehow

word count: 1.7k

summary: guns and javi, what else can you say?

warnings: established relationship, exhibitionism but no one sees it's just you and javi on the balcony, gunplay, mild dirty talking, day time drinking, the use of wh.ore but once, piv, creampie, mild over stimulation

Another gunshot echoes and you swallow. You’re perched on top of a plastic chair as Javi practices his aim, your long island iced tea long forgotten while you stare at him, entranced. A gust of warm wind blows and your eyes follow the movements of his orange button up shit, a bit of skin showing at his hip. You’re basically salivating at this point. Streaks of amber shimmering within his chestnut hair, you take in a shaky breath. Eyes traveling up, you stare at his neck, observing the way the muscles flex under his sweat coated skin as he cocks the gun. 

Shit. 

You tear your gaze away and with a shaky hand you grab your drink. Javi was a gentle natured man, if he had a choice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Knowing this, the way he handles the shotgun still manages to send shivers up your spine, perspiration thick against your forehead. He looks dangerous, which is the thing that’s getting you all riled up. You want to feel those same hands ravishing your body, squeezing every inch of you while he claims you as his own again and again. 

After another successful hit, Javi cries out with joy and lifts his hands into the air. With the widest smile you’ve ever seen on a man, he turns to you, eyes sparkling. 

“Did you see that, my love?” 

Oh you see it alright. His stomach is completely exposed, fabric grazing against his smooth skin as the wind envelopes you both like satin sheets. Your eyes trace over every inch of his exposed skin, muscles hiding beneath a bit of fat, you press your thighs together. His smile wavers a bit, making you realize that you’ve been starting a bit too long. Clearing your throat, you take a sip of your long island iced tea. The alcohol burns your throat but it's nothing compared to the way Javi’s worried glance  brands your skin. 

“Is something wrong?” 

A nervous chuckle makes its way out of your lips, you wave your hand in hopes to dismiss his worries. 

“No, no– Everything’s fine,” 

Shit, your voice is shaking. 

Javi hurriedly makes his way to you and pulls up a chair, averting your eyes, you take another sip of your drink. He isn’t going to let this go, is he? The shotgun lazily leans against his inner thigh between his legs, you tense up, continuing to sip the damn drink as you try not to stare. Gosh, he’s  probably even more worried now. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

With that you lift your gaze up, you try to give him your most heartfelt smile but from his over the top horrified reaction, you realize that maybe you’re not the best at faking a smile. 

“You are, aren't you?” he begins to mutter. “What is it tell me,” 

His hand squeezes around the barrel of the gun, knuckles turning white. You hate to make him worry and it wasn’t your intention in the first place but you had no idea what to say. Your eyes travel down to his neck, you love that he never fully buttons up his shirt. Completely forgetting about your surroundings, your lips part with a soft gasp. Javi’s chest rises and falls like the winter wheat, another warm wind blows. 

You fail to notice the way Javi’s gaze follows yours, neck caving in on itself as he looks at the same place you are; his chest. His lips twist into a playful smile, turning his eyes back to you, he raises an eyebrow. 

“I see now that I might have been misreading the situation,” he purrs, scooching closer. You swallow thickly as his knees brushes upon yours. “Is there something I can help you with, mi amor?” 

Your tongue feels incredibly large within your mouth, you don’t know what to say. Breath hitching, your gaze shifts to the gun, Javi moved closer to you, the weapon had fallen between your legs instead. You feel the coolness of the metal against your thigh, clenching your teeth, you meet his glance. The way he stares at you makes your heart jump, you have managed to capture his entire undivided attention. Javi places his forearm against your shoulder, fingers lazily grazing against your nape as he awaits your answer. With his other hand, he takes your long island iced tea away and places it back on the table.

A faint moan makes its way through your lips. 

“You look really good in that shirt,” you choke out. 

“Thank you. I am glad you enjoy it,” he grins, fingers now curling around the column of your neck. 

Your thighs close around the gun, actively searching for any kind of friction that would douse out the flame between your legs. At this moment you’re ready to beg for his cock. You had marinated in the feelings of lust and love enough to get on your knees. 

You part your lips, ready to give the man sitting across from you whatever he wants but the words die on your tongue when Javi grabs the barrel of the gun and shoves the gun into your cunt. Your back arches against the chair and your eyes roll back. Gripping the plastic armrests, you revel in the feeling of metal parting your wet folds, Javi chuckles. 

“My poor girl, so needy but doesn’t know how to ask for it,” 

You’re about to cry as you nod. You just wanted him to hold you, fuck you, care for you. With a hiss, you grind your drenched heat against the weapon and let out a sultry moan. It feels too good to stop so you continue to pleasure yourself under Javi’s watchful gaze. He moves the gun whenever he pleases, either pulling it back slightly, or pressing it into you in an almost painful manner. You’re positive that the metal is shinier than ever, cleansed with your slick. Javi’s name falls from your lips again and again, eyes fluttering closed as you simmer in your own filth. He must think you’re an animal. 

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you are trying to make me jealous,” 

Despite his playful tone there’s something dark laced within his words. Eyes fluttering open, you blink away the tears and groan. Only now you realize that he hasn't touched you, not even once. 

“Javi,” you whimper. “I want you, please,” 

And that’s all it takes. 

The gun falls to the floor, clattering as you suddenly find yourself leaning against the stone railing, facing the magnificent view. Your fingers curl around the stone as he lifts up the skirt of your dress, his movements hurried, desperate almost. Javi decorates your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses, soft facial hair tickling your skin while he slides your panties to the side. He drags his fingers between your fold, hips thrusting as he feels how wet you are. 

You gasp when he shoves in two fingers with ease, your legs tremble, arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up. You feel his thick, golden rings at the base of his fingers, one of them presses snug against your clit. 

“You are so wet for me,” he groans. “Do you want my cock now?” 

You breathe out, “Yes,” 

You almost topple over, his cock filling you up with one smooth thrust. Javi’s arm snakes around your waist, keeping you upright as he sets an relentless pace. The balcony echoes with the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin, your eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips. His hand slides up to your neck, fingers gently curling around as he pulls you flush against his back. You cry out, eyes barely open. You feel so exposed, yet there’s something beautiful about the way the wind caresses your damp skin. 

Cunt squeezing around his cock, he groans into your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, he grinds his hips. His cock is thick enough to make you feel every curve, the stretch he provides makes your legs tremble. 

“You like me fucking you out in the open like this?” His accent is thicker, dripping with lust. “My little whore, so hungry for my cock, always,” 

The tone of his voice, his breath against your skin, his cock slamming into you again and again– It shatters you into a million pieces, the coil within you snapping as you gush all around him, slick dripping down to the marble floors and echoing the sound of rain. Javi’s hips still, cock hard and deep inside of you. He presses his lips against your ears, you shiver, your breath oneven as the tremors of your orgasm still rock throughout your body. 

“Fuck that felt good,” he groans. “Do that for me again, love,” 

“I-I can’t,” 

He resumes, dragging his cock almost all the way out and snapping his hips forward, you scream, eyes glossed over with tears. 

“Oh you will,” 

The way he rasps into your ear makes you shiver, the undertones of danger lurking deep within his command. Your insides throb, cunt twitching uncontrollably while he fucks you, wanton moan rips away from your throat, nails clawing against the stone railing. 

“Javi, Javi– I-It’s too much– I can’t!” 

“You can,” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you. “I know you can– You want to make me happy right? This will make me happy, come on you can do it–” 

Heat begins to blossom within you once more, slick dripping down your thighs. You can barely think, the heat grows and grows, encompassing your entire being, his cock hitting your deepers parts again and again– 

Your eyes shoot wide open, your body convulsing as your vision blacks out. Your head falls back on top of Javi’s shoulder, you’re breathing heavily, chest heaving as you gasp for air. He holds your tight, both arms now wrapped around you while he animalistically fucks his cock even deeper. Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you, your oversensitive pussy still dripping and gushing around his length. With one more thrust he bites your shoulder, pain blossoming across your skin as he emptied himself into you. 

Javi can’t help it as he continues to shallowly rock his hips, cock throbbing. Cum spills from the sides of his length, tickling the inside of your thighs and staining the floors. When he pulls out you almost fall but he holds you, carrying you back to the plastic chair. Javi adjusts your dress and sits in his prior seat. You both stare at each other in complete silence, breathing heavily, feeling the sun against your skin. Your eyes fall to the shotgun forgotten on the floor.

Javi is the one to break the silence. 

“I should wear this shirt more often,” 

“You definitely should.” 

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pas de deux || s.b.

summary: you ask your best friend sirius to help you work on your dancing for the yule ball, but you can’t help getting a little distracted. contains: super cheesy fluff. a/n: aah, first time writing for the marauders in a while! it feels good to be back ngl. dancers pls forgive the inaccuracies. also you’ll probably get bridgerton vibes if you read this while listening to this classical version of ‘don’t stop believin’.

it’s late at night when you slip out of bed, padding out your dorm as quietly as you can. the halls of hogwarts are intimidating at night, with their gothic structure and looming angles, and no matter how many years it’s been your home, you doubt you’ll ever get truly used to it. 

you slip past the fat lady and into the gryffindor common room. there he is, long black curls in slight disarray and his lip curled into a mischievous smirk.

“finally decided to show, did you?” he teases, standing to his full height before you.

“come on, pads. let’s just get this over with.” you groan, stretching a bit to wake yourself up.

“wow, ‘get this over with’! no need to sweet talk me, darling.” he sighs fondly. “i wouldn’t have gotten up at this ungodly hour if i didn’t think you truly needed me.”

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wanted to get back into tumblr fics and choosing your series was definitely the right choice! i love the backstory in this fic. it was just mwah. it didn't drag on and was to the point. I love how the reader is just as badass as kaz and I can't wait for all the twists hehe

also why did i go aww when I read pekka took the reader in after her parents left her to basically die?

The Bastard and the Blood Princess

Chapter 1

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The world is an evil place, and you have to be even worse if you wish to survive.

That was what your father always told you, ever since you were old enough to understand what words meant when put together. He wasn’t exactly a loving father, nor was he hiding who he was from you. From the very start, you were raised to be like him.

Maybe in your little heart, at times you were wondering if it’s right, if it meets your morals, if it’s really what you want. But you had been taught to shut it down - of course it’s right. It’s all you ever knew, and there was no other way.

One of your first memories had Pekka telling you how your parents sold you to him for money, and when he wouldn’t take you, they had told him to throw you to Reaper’s Barge if not else - that you’re a liability to them and not a son they had hoped. So Pekka had taken you in, and raised you to be the future Queen of the Barrel, ruling alongside Alby - the whole city of Ketterdam would be under Rollins rule, and his legacy could live on for centuries.

You were his most feared interrogator - pulling teeth and fingernails out was tame compared to what you would do to anyone who had been acting suspicious. Any snitch and spy would sing the moment you stepped into the room, which spared them their life. They usually still left the room without at least one body part, but at least they were alive.

You had earned yourself a name, a name that was whispered in the streets as you walked there - Blood Princess. It planted fear across the Dime Lion turf, and soon after you stepped in, Pekka no longer had spies and all of his men were kept straight and in order, never disobeying him.

But during the past years, there had been a growing threat in the Barrel - the Dregs had a new dog, and it was a mad one. It got equal fear in Dregs turf and quickly ate up more playground for them from other gangs, which made Dregs the second largest gang from Dime Lions.

At first, Pekka had been interested in this new Dregs member - Dirtyhands they called him. Maybe if he was offered a nice, thick stack of money, he’d leave the old Haskell and start working for Dime Lions instead. Maybe you’d get a friend to play with, Dirtyhands was around your age and seemed like he was equally willing to do things you did.

The boy had taken the money and burned them in front of Pekka, his eyes so full of hate and despise that Pekka almost would have thought he was indeed possessed by a demon, or that's what he told you. You were more than interested to see this Dirtyhands - Kaz Brekker his real name was - yourself, and a few times you did meet him briefly. It wasn’t a real meeting though, you never talked, only stared at each other while Pekka and Haskell were meeting, doing shallow deals, talking about turfs, negotiating after some fights - who crossed whose turf line. Two sides, you were your father’s right hand and Kaz was Haskell’s, you were mainly there to guard each other from doing any tricks.

But after Dregs had started taking small bits of Dime Lions' turf and claiming them as Dreg turf, Pekka snapped. He immediately summoned you to his office, and had an order for you to execute.

“Go to Kaz Brekker, convince him you want to help him get rid of Dime Lions,” he told you. “Do whatever you can to make him believe you, I know you can do it. Make him dance like a marionette. Then, cut off his strings and throw him into the Barge.”

You smirked, nodding. “I already have a story I’ll tell him. But for that, papa, I need to be beaten up.”

Pekka took in a deep breath and nodded towards his goons, and you followed them to another room where you endured an hour of being thrown across the walls, kicked and punched, until you coughed up blood and could barely walk.

Then, you forced yourself to get up and make your way towards the Dregs turf, towards the Slat.

You had a job to do, and it had to be done perfectly.

—

Something wet was splashed on your face, and you opened your eyes with a groan. You were met with a boot, which had an owner who splashed the muddy rain water on your face to wake up.

“Look, Hog. The Princess herself,” someone said, his laugh echoing in your ears and you rolled to your back with a groan.

Get yourself to the Slat.

“Help me,” you squeaked out. The two men laughed again, and you felt the other man nudge you with your boot again.

“A fancy place you got yourself into, Princess. Right in front of the Slat. Brekker will have fun tearing you apart,” the other man, Hog, said and you heard some shuffling. “Dijks, why don’t you get him?”

“Gladly, Hog.”

Slat. Good.

A few moments passed with you just lying there, before the door opened again and you heard an unmistakable sound of a cane clicking. Then, it was dead silent, just the sound of rain and occasional banter further away, as the three men stared at you.

Then, a raspy voice. Stone against stone, Kaz Brekker’s voice, said, “Bring her in. Tie her in the chair in the back room, I’ll deal with her later. Make sure her bindings hold.”

“Gladly, boss.”

You were hoisted up, and you saw everything in a blur. Brekker walked back inside as you were brought in, roughly dragged by these two idiots, Hog and Dijks.

You made a mental note that they’ll get killed next once Brekker is dead.

They threw you on a chair with more power than necessary, and then you saw the other man in front of you, spitting on your face. “My niece almost got killed because of you.”

Almost? Such a big crybaby.

But you knew you had to keep up your facade. “I’m sorry, I’m so–”

He slapped you. “Keep whining to yourself, maybe you’ll get killed faster.”

You shut up then, just sitting there with your head down, waiting for Kaz to appear through the door. And it took half an hour before you heard him walking towards that small, cold room where you sat tied up, being bruised, wet and dirty.

“Leave,” Kaz growled, and the two men immediately left the room, leaving you and Kaz alone. The crow beak of his cane dug to your chin as he forced you to look at him, and the moment you met his dark eyes, you let out a breath.

“Help me,” you whispered, and Kaz tilted his head. His brows furrowed - he was confused. Good.

Then, he scoffed. “Why would I help you?”

You took in a deep breath, trying to force yourself to sit up straighter. Then, you readied yourself to drop the bomb - you had to make it seem like you meant it, like you wanted it - like you were being honest. And if anything you had heard about Kaz Brekker, it was that he wasn’t easy to cheat, it was even impossible to cheat him, and trying it would only get you killed. But, you had a job to do and backing down wasn’t an option.

“I want to help you in getting rid of my father, Pekka Rollins - and to destroy Dime Lions.”

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MCU: Imagine Peter Parker helping you shave your head and loving your buzz cut.

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"Ready?" Peter asked as he held a buzz cutter in his hands, you looking at him through the mirror. You smiled and nodded, slightly nervous about what was going to happen. It might have sounded stupid as it was just hair, but you had never had that short hair before, you weren't sure if it would fit you. But you had thought about it for a while, watching videos from YouTube where people buzzed their hairs off and you wanted to do the same. It just felt like... you.

"Okay." You took your hand out of Peter's grasp so he would be able to hold your head in a right position, and then he pressed down on the top of the buzzer firmly and started the cutter. You felt a tickling feeling as the blades made contact with your scalp, but they did not feel painful at all; rather soothing and pleasant. The sound of the buzzer got louder too, as the blades slowly cut away at your hair and left a pile of it next to you. Once finished, Peter put the buzzer into its holder and looked back up at you, grinning and ran a hand over your buzzed head.

"Wow!" he said as he looked at your head. "You look stunning."

You chuckled happily as you ran your own hand over your head. Peter leaned down to press a kiss on your cheek before he put away the cutter and brushed the stray hairs off your shoulders. You took a hold of his hand before he left your side, standing up.

"Thank you, Peter. For being so encouraging about this." You wrapped an arm around his neck and kissing his lips. He blushed bright red as he hugged you back tightly, returning the kiss.

"It's no problem," he murmured against your lips. "I'd do anything for you."

You grinned at him shyly again as you left the bathroom together to find a vacuum cleaner, the other Avengers likely wouldn't appreciate it if there was hair on the floor when they went to the shower after they'd come home from the party.

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