I Loved Your Hcs For Javier & An S/o Who Sided With Him. Could I Please Get Some For If His S/o Sided

i loved your hcs for javier & an s/o who sided with him. could i please get some for if his s/o sided against him & they met again some years later?

I went hog wild with this one. Another shoutout to The Haunting of Hill House.

Javier Escuella

It hurt him so bad. It was a hurt he could see coming from a mile away, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. He thought he was ready to do anything for the sake of loyalty. For the man who gave him everything. If only for a moment, you have him pause.

He felt a guilt so crushing, but deniable for him. Javier cling to the moral code or loyalty by which he had lived his life until that very moment— it was the justification he used to keep himself sane. To not destroy himself.

It feels as if for years, every time he turns around, he expects for you to be there. You always used to be. But now you never are, and he has to come to terms with that fact that it’s as much his fault as if it yours that you aren’t here now.

Denial turns to self loathing. You would have done anything for him. You were always there, even when he wasn’t the kindest of men. You trusted him with your fragile beating heart. He told you he’d be by your side for as long as he drew breath, and even after. But he betrayed you, though he’d never say that out loud.

After some time, it seems all he ever thinks about is you. Or perhaps it was always that way and he just never realized it. So he makes it his mission to find you. He cannot drift aimlessly, left like a ghost by your snatching his heart from his chest, though you didn’t know. When you left Beaver Hollow that day, you took it with you.

And it feels so damned hopeless. You could be anywhere, and being a wanted man didn’t make the search easier. You could’ve became anything you wanted without a gang of filthy outlaws weighing you down, he was sure of it.

This train of thought leads to even more dread. Were you married by now? Surely you wouldn’t have waited for him to come back, seeing as he had made no indication of doing so, seeing as he had hurt you as he did. You could’ve found someone easily, had the big family with lots of children he always wanted to have with you. Or maybe he broke your heart so irreparably that you could never love again. Some selfish part of him almost hoped that to be true, just to spare him the pain of seeing you in the arms of another.

When he does track you down, he realizes why it wasn’t easy. You live reclusively in one of the many forests of Tall Trees in a modest cabin, living off of the land and rarely venturing to civilization, only really leaving to visit John.

Sure enough, you’ve sewn your innate sense of beauty into even this common little plot. Colored glass vials are hung in a windchime where the light shines through them, flowers both wild and tended to dotting the landscape. He can see a collection of paintings, finished and not, by your bed. Some sights he recognizes, others he doesn’t.

When you open your door, in a way so cautious and timid it strikes a hot new wave of guilt into his sternum, he thinks to run. To not have to face you. If you were to cry, he isn’t sure he’d survive.

You look to him with wet eyes and eyebrows knit together, like you’ve just woken up from a nightmare and you haven’t realized yet that it wasn’t real.

You speak his name first, and even that is rapturous to him. Like he’s been bleeding for all these years, and your voice has finally sealed the wound.

The invitation inside that you extend to him is so curt it feels as if you’ve come at him with a knife. There isn’t any trace of intimacy behind it. Like he’s a stranger.

But he doesn’t want to be a stranger. He wants to be the man that you love more than anything in the world. He wants you to see him as you once did, despite the fact that he knows he doesn’t deserve it.

The silence between you is pervasive and deafening. He doesn’t know what to say. But he says things anyways. Possessed by some version of himself that wants to be loved more than he wants to be right.

“I’m sorry. For all of it. That I left, that our last words were in anger. I promised you I’d always be by your side, but when you needed me I refused. I hid behind the hope that our family could be the way it was again. Even though it couldn’t. I’ve… I’ve missed you terribly, amor.”

“Then why wait so long? Why wait all of these years to find me, to tell me?”

“At first I wanted to desperately to be right. To think that you’re the one who could’ve chosen to change things. And then, I was afraid. Afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me. But I can’t go a day without remembering how much I still love you.”

Your embrace of him is slow, unfamiliar, but enough to squeeze the tears out of him. Your voice is so quiet now, but he wouldn’t have missed the words you spoke for anything in the world.

“You said our last words were in anger. But they weren’t our last.”

And that means so much more to Javier than “I love you” ever could.

His Favorite Toy

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Fem!Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: Toji kidnapped you and keeps you as his little plaything who isn't allowed to go outside. One night he decides you'd lookbr better pregnant...

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Rating (PLEASE READ!!!): 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Breeding Kink, mention of forced sex in the past, Choking, Somnophilia, Stockholm Syndrome, Violence, Sexual Violence, Obsessive and Yandere Behaviour, Kinda Happy End? Maybe? lol

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ A/N: Reupload (also posted on AO3)

You lost count of how many days you were locked inside this bedroom that wasn’t yours. Gulping you let your eyes wander across Tokyo’s skyline. The Tokyo Tower shone its brilliant orange-red already. There was no single cloud in the sky and yet you had trouble seeing any stars. As usual did the flood of lights of the city swallow the natural light of the night. Some people still were in their office or only started their working shift now. Others were coming home and taking their beloved ones into their arms, a warm meal and frolicsome talk waiting for them. They were free, had family and friends around them. And yet you didn’t want to swap places with any of them. Not anymore.

The paralyzing fear from the beginning had subsided and got slowly replaced with something you’re unable to describe. Whenever you’d heard footsteps outside the bedroom you froze and prayed the night would not feel like an eternity this time. Now you waited eagerly for him to return and felt lonely anytime he’d leave. Was it love, you often wondered.

Though he did take you by force so many times at first he never severely hurt you. He also always took care of your needs, fed you well and showered you with gifts: it ranged from little presents such as exquisite confection to gorgeous fabricated dresses. Yesterday you received the nightgown you were wearing now. He didn’t order you to wear it tonight. He didn’t need to.

Licking your lips, your eyes darted to the clock on the wall. Your breath turned heavier with each passing second. Soon he’d be here. You nearly jumped at the dull sound of a door being slammed shut and the rattle of keys a few moments afterwards. He was home.

Meanwhile Toji tried to pinpoint the moment he became so weak for you. He looked down the turquoise bag in his hand and felt anger rise within him. Normally he wandered from one woman to another, leaving them as soon as he got bored or squandered their money. And now look at him! Spending even the money he won in gambles for you!

On impulse he’d decided to take you with him and lock you away from the world. The mere thought of another man only looking at you made his mind go blank with naked rage. For fuck’s sake, what was this feeling? You’re supposed to be a plaything for a month or two before he’d throw you away like he had done with every other woman!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

What had you done with him?! You were nothing more than a worthless girl who couldn’t offer anything to him but her body. Her beautiful, soft, warm body…

“Fuck.” He snorted and flung the door open. It’s been a while since you’d looked at him with these big, surprised eyes. These damn eyes… So pretty… The fact others did see them as well in the past drove him insane. Your breathtaking eyes… He wanted to see them wet with tears again. It’s been too long since you cried for him.

“W-Welcome home, Toji.” He heard you meekly greeting.

Toji didn’t respond, studied you instead. He was more than pleased to see you in the nightgown he had gotten for you. He licked his lips, a sudden picture of you wearing this nightgown, your belly nicely big and round from carrying his child. There was one of his brats already in this world - or maybe he was dead already; he didn’t know nor care -, but for some strange reason the image of filling your cunt to the brim with his cum until you’d be blessed with his child weirdly excited him.

“Undress. Now.”

You knew better than to reject his command. His gaze burned on your skin and you knew his touch would burn much hotter. You couldn’t hold back a faint smile, hearing him puff a satisfied sigh as the silk glided the floor and revealed your beauty in all its glory. You could only guess what he was thinking for not wearing a slip. Judging the forming bulge between his legs he was overjoyed by what you had to offer. Knowing he still wasn’t tired of your naked body after all the countless nights he’d fucked you unconscious fed your confidence. You were his prisoner and yet you couldn’t shake off the feeling you’d trapped him in your own way.

“Not wearing anything underneath, huh.” Despite his frown, Toji sounded rather pleased . You nodded. “You only gave me the nightgown, so I thought you’d prefer for me to wear only that.” Toji’s frown deepened and he hummed in response. He put the bag down before he walked to you. Expectant eyes looked at him. For some reason it irked him. Did you look at someone else with the very same expression in past?

Your stifled yell and in surprise widened eyes as his big hand clasped around your neck with brutal force let his massive cock throb in impatient need to breed you well. Instinctively you grasped his wrist, your o-shaped mouth formed a forced smile. A whimpered moan joined your choking sounds when his other hand took a violent grip on your sodden pussy. “Can’t wait for my cock to fill you up, isn’t that so?” He sneered. “Or how else would you explain that dirty mess down there? Or… did you play with yourself while I was gone? Couldn’t wait for me?”

“…lway.. read.. fo- ..u.. Toj-”

Toji fed on your helplessly trembling form. You were so fucking perfect, the perfect match for him, the perfect woman to bear his perfect child. He would spurt his seed inside your belly until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you’d beg him to stop. But of course he wouldn’t. Over and over again he’d use your pretty little cunt as his little cum dumpster, as he’d always done, until he was sure you were full with his sticky juices so your belly could grow nicely round the upcoming months.

Thinking about it made him go feral. With desperate need he stuck his tongue deep into your mouth. Tears started to spill out your eyes, his fingers fucked you so relentlessly good. Your legs went wobbly, your vision started to blur and slowly turned black. Small lights started to explode in that darkness, your stifling grunts and his inhuman growls gradually fading into nothingness. The last bit of your consciousness was sent into orbit as a jolt of immeasurable ecstasy let your body uncontrollably spasm and defeated your senses for good.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You woke up to a naughty sloppy squishy sound and low erratic moans. It took you for a little while to grasp where you were and what was happening. You, too, joined Toji’s lust layered puffs, his cock stuffing your cunt just too good. Toji chuckled. “Is my filthy little doll finally awake?” He thrusted into you from behind, so deep and hard it made you yelp.

You felt his grip on your ass cheeks, squeezing them apart just before digging his nails into your flesh. “You are such a nasty girl. So dirty and messy even when you’re passed out.” It was then that you realized how wet the sheets down there were. You cpuld only imagine how much your pussy was leaking with your juices and his cum. For how long was he rutting into you already? How many times-? Before you could finish your thought he cackled. “Nasty little girl, let me cum inside you at least five times. So needy for my cream, hm? Wanna make me a daddy so bad, huh?”

“T-To-ji–” You squeaked his name in trance, drool running down the side of your mouth. Your knuckles went white from gripping the sheets so tight. You couldn’t stop tears from forming and flowing down your burning cheeks again, the pain and pleasure between your trembling legs far too overwhelming. Toji’s hot breath tickled your neck, traveled down between your shoulder blades. The unexpected tender kiss he placed there let your heart burst.

“I’ll never let you go.” He flipped you over, but gave you no break and shoved his dick deep inside your pussy, throbbing veins massaging your walls just right and making you near pass out again. “Oh baby, you love milking me dry, don’t you?! So greedy.” He gripped your face, pressed your mouth open. “You’re fucking mine.” Toji’s lips brushed yours. God, you looked so darling, all broken and without any will left . “You’re so fucking pretty, my little doll.” Your eyes rolled back, the intensity of his thrusts making you feel like being splitted open any moment.

“S-Stop. Can’t…hurts…” Somehow you’re able to utter those words, however, Toji couldn’t care less. He just chuckled and laughed even louder when your legs wrapped around his body to pull him closer. Admittedly, he was positively surprised you’d any strength left. Or maybe your body just acted on its own already? Begged for more this way? You’re just so damn cute. Too cute for your own good.

“I am going to kill you if you ever try to leave me. Got it?” His threat didn’t reach you. You were too far away already, your mind and body went limp, begged you for a much needed rest. A slapping sound, followed by a burning pain across your cheek, brought at least a tiny part of your senses back. “Answer!” “Y-Yes–.” You mumbled in delirium, without any idea of what you’d agreed to. Honestly, you didn’t care. Your focus was on your approaching climax. Tip of cock continued hitting your favorite spot and all you’re able to do was to moan and cry in response. Juices oozed out your abused pussy, creaming Toji’s cock just the way he liked it.

“Toji kissed you hard on the mouth. As If being possessed by an unknown force you shuddered and screamed, the gravity of your orgasm sendings shocks throughout your body. For a second time tonight you blacked out, just as your lover painted your inner walls white.

He snickered, watching your motionless body. Weren't you just precious? He was laying next to you now, supporting his head with his fist. Your unconscious self didn’t take notice of it, but he stroked your cheek, the spot he’d hit you. Some unknown, strange feeling took root. Did he feel… sorry? Toji scoffed. Impossible. And yet he couldn’t shake it off.

Toji sighed and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. There was another kind of emotion coming into existence. He didn’t like it. For the first time he felt powerless. He took a deep breath, tried to regain his former self. All he had to was to wait, he thought. Toji was sure of that. He’d make you pregnant and toy with you some more before leaving. As he’d done with his wife. He smiled, assuring himself this is how it’d happen.

He stood up, his feet carried him to the window. Listlessly he watched the buildings. Maybe it was time to search for a real home. A house, not a penthouse like this was. Yes, you and him and your two kids needed space after all. Wait… Two kids?! He quickly shook his head, but couldn’t stop his heart from beating fast. This… fucking feeling! It enraged him! Scared him… Toji tried to distract himself. His eyes wandered around the bedroom and found the bag he’d put on the ground.

“You only gave me the nightgown, so I thought you’d prefer for me to wear only that.” Toji remembered you saying. Tonight he’d brought only a diamond necklace. Would you wear only this tomorrow night? “You better do, my pretty doll.” Toji licked his lips at the perspective of you welcoming him wearing nothing but the necklace. Content he went to the bathroom, a shower was what he needed right now. But before he tucked you in a warm blanket. He scoffed again. This was so unlike him. When did he ever treat a girl this way? Since when did he care so much for someone else?

Toji opened the bathroom cabinet to get some new shower gel. He then noticed the unopened tampons. Wait. Didn’t he buy them two months ago? Why were they still unused? Toji could hear his heart beating in his ears. He really had to find a house soon, didn’t he? The feeling he was experiencing now was one he had completely forgotten, perhaps he never had felt it in his life before.

Real happiness.

Hot damn 🙈

Holed Up (Husband!Toji x Fem!Reader)

mini kinktober tribute: stuck in a wall/hole

plot: you should've known that asking Toji to help you out of a hole would lead him inside another—or that time you got stuck in the dog house and he bailed on you for KFC.

tags: MDNI, stuck in a wall/hole, pet play (kinda), breeding, doggy style, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), spanking, pet names (bitch, baby), established relationship, crack plot, unsolicited kfc orders, i promise toji loves reader, he's just joking guys.

wc: 2.2k

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist | AO3

“Whatcha doing?”

Sarcasm rolls from your husband’s tongue as he stares down at you. Back arched, knees bent, and head encased by wooden planks. Not the most flattering position to be found in, especially with how the light autumn breeze blows at your dress and parts its layers, opening a window to the pink panties of your choice.

His question feels excessive. He knows exactly what you are doing. It was only this morning that you asked him to dig poor ol’ Mister Stinky’s remains from the dog house and he claimed he’d rather buy his son a replacement. No arguing there, but should Megumi see what became of his favored stuffed animal—fuzzy entrails gutted out of the frog’s shredded belly in a path initiating from his bedroom—he’ll be having nightmares for weeks to come.

Besides, you doubt synthetic is the kind of fiber your vet prescribed for your puppy's diet.

“What you should’ve done instead.” You finally spit out, contempt over what Toji’s long fingers could’ve accomplished without him needing to stick half his body into a hole like your, admittedly, dumbass self did.

“For thirty minutes straight? Damn, seems I overestimated ya.”

Even though your view of him is limited to a pair of overworn black slippers, you can vividly picture his scarred lips pulling over his teeth in another of his complacent smirks that scream I told you so.

“Don’t have anything better to do than time me?”

“Nah,” Toji drawls. “Grew tired of waiting on ya, so I thought I’d come see how it’s going.”

“It’s going great!” You lie through your teeth. Anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could see how non-great this is going. “Anything else you need?”

“Well it is noon.” He points out.

“And?”

“And my darling wife’s out ‘ere, rolling in the mud when she should be having lunch with me.”

A snort flares in your nostrils. He is unbelievable.

“What a cute way of letting me know you’re hungry, Toji. You know, if you’d actually helped, I would’ve had the time to set the table and give Mister Stinky a proper burial, but I can’t do both at the same time, can I?”

“Mhm, so how ‘bout we help each other?” He suggests, undeterred. “I get your ass out, and you cook us somethin’ tasty real quick.”

“Wh-who said I was stuck? I can get out whenever I want.”

“Really, huh? What keeps ya from getting out this instant, then?”

“I don’t want to.” You answer wryly. “I like it here. It’s quiet, and I could use some time for myself.”

“In the dog house.” His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth. He’s not buying an ounce of what you’re selling. “C’mon, don’t be stubborn. You’ll end up reeking of dung if ya stay here a minute longer. Lemme give ya a hand.”

You know that accepting his help comes at the exorbitant price of utter humiliation, but he’s got a point. Last night’s downpour emanates strongly from the saturated wood, a dizzying smell that turns overwhelming when combined with the strong odor of what you sincerely hope is not piss. Your knees are on the verge of collapsing, and there’s more dirt in your nails than if you dug a grave barehanded. Right now, a day in the bathtub seems like a panacea for your every issue.

Almost.

Kissing your teeth, you resign with a long-drawn sigh that’s barely audible over the rumble in your stomach. You shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.

A moment passes before you hear the crunch of leaves as they rustle beneath his feet; see a second pair of knees take place between your own. Then it’s two hands gripping at your hips, and eventually, a face—your husband’s handsome face that beams with a smug smile and eyes of mischief.

“Lookin’ good, sweetheart.” He greets, though you doubt he sees your face with all the hair that’s curtaining over your eyes while you hang upside down.

“What are you doing, Toji?” You recycle his question in an aggravated tone that fizzles out the second you feel his thumb press against your panties and tug the fabric to the side.

“Nothin’. Just curbing my hunger.” His finger teasingly glides across your nether lips and lands at your clit, while a palm large enough to envelope both your ass and cunt kneads at the tender flesh he’s offered. “Fridge’s empty, so.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“‘m not laughing, but c’mon. You hafta admit it’s pretty damn funny.” Warm air wafts from Toji’s mouth as he inches closer to your thighs. “Y’always whine when I fuck you from behind, but now? Look at you. Bent on all four like a real bitch.”

“T-Toji!”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he slides two fingers in your hole, languidly scissoring them in and out until there’s enough slick to lather your clit with. He circles around the nub while his fingers prod deeper inside, the icy touch of his wedding band clashing with the heat that sparks through your body when he bottoms out. A smothered moan gains echo as it bounces off the walls and into his ears.

“Such a well-trained pup,” Toji praises, retrieving his palm to lick his fingers. “Might win yourself a collar at this rate.”

You bite back your tongue before it can react to his backhanded comment, reminding yourself that you’re still outside, right where your neighbors can peek over the white picket fence for a quick hello and catch you slutting yourself out on your husband’s fingers.

“Can’t we continue this inside? Mrs. Honda is right next door, and M-Megumi—” You stutter when his palm returns to your body, its twin joining in spreading your cheeks further apart.

“Kid’s at school for another hour,” Toji mumbles, his hot tongue parting your folds with a long stroke that has your knees buckling. “So fuckin’ good,” he groans, his nose buried between your two holes while he lazily laps at your juices. “That sweet cunt is the reason why I married ya.”

You keen to his touch, hips bucking into his mouth, and walls clenching for more. “Only reason?”

“Nah. Consider that tight little ass as the second.”

His fingers burrow into the supple skin to squeeze at it, only lifting to deliver playful smacks that cause your ass to jiggle against his face. He growls into your pussy, mouthing all sorts of filth that gets drowned by your moans. It feels so good when he eats you out—it always does—but the probability of being caught in such a compromising position adds to the excitement.

The hand that’s trapped with you inside your pet’s house scratches at the wood, while the other rakes at the soil for grounding. Your orgasm creeps up on you, turning your vision blurry and tinting the darkness of space with colored specks. You are so close; all he needs to do is keep swirling at your clit, swallowing the entire bundle of nerves in his mouth, and sucking hard until—

“Ah, right.” He stops, words slurring from the threads of saliva that link his mouth with your cunt. “You said ya wanted time with yourself.”

Anger washes over you in place of the orgasm you were robbed of, the pleasurable fireworks traded for the obnoxious red alarm that goes off in your brain. “Toji, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right fucking now, the only lunch you’ll be seeing is KFC buckets for the rest of your life!”

A low chuckle falls flat from his lips. “Three. I love that snappy mouth ‘f yours.”

In an attempt to meet his eyes, you duck between your legs. Your hair mops the floor as you watch him pull down his pants and boxers, the last thing you see before blood shoots up in your head being the hard cock that dangles out of reach. The heat in your stomach stirs at the sight, anticipation building rapidly when you feel him run the reddened tip between your puffy folds.

“Sure you don’t want it here?” Toji taps his cock against your ass hole and your entire body jolts in response, a loud Toji amusing rather than deterring him. “A’right, a’right! Gotcha the first time.”

His profound dream of burying himself nine inches deep into your ass crumbles as he aligns his cock with the entrance of your pussy. You brace yourself, patiently awaiting that initial sting that never goes away; no matter how many times he fucks you or how diligently he preps you, the thickness of his girth always threatens to split you in half.

But now he’s stalling, a complacent smile sitting on his lips while he contemplates your silence. “Bet you’re red as a beet in there, aren’t ya?”

He plunges himself inside before you are given the chance to either prove or disprove him, a silent scream punched from your throat as his cock rams straight into your g-spot. He huffs a deep breath, barely keeping a groan bottled, when he feels your walls tighten around him. It’s suffocating. Wet, and tight—a little similar to what being stuck in that small space feels like for you, but infinitely more pleasurable for him.

"Mm, such a sloppy little cunt. Got yourself stuck in there for this, didn't ya?"

His fingers latch onto your hips, bruising you as his nails dig meanly into your skin. He drags his cock halfway out of your cunt only to snap his hips back in, picking up a pace that ramps up over time. His quick thrusts fuck you further into that hole, your tits bouncing and slapping against the hard wooden planks while your dress rides higher to expose your back.

Toji bends your body into an arch, a heavy palm situated on your stomach until you’re able to hold the position on your own.

“Like it when your husband fucks ya like a bitch?” He grunts, catching the hand that’s squirming on the grass beside him and twisting it behind your back. “Pounded in broad daylight f'everyone to see how dumb you get over my dick, huh?"

Your whimpers don’t go unnoticed by him. He laughs at the high pitch your voice has assumed, babbling his name an incomprehensible amount of times that exceeds the frequency with which his swollen cock head kisses your pulsing core. You can't think enough to reply, and you can't bring yourself to ask him to stop.

He smacks your ass loud enough for you to whine, alerting every last neighbor in the block to what is happening in their quaint suburban neighborhood. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Toji—fuck, love how big it feels.” Your thoughts stem from your pussy without being filtered by your brain. All your body knows is how badly it needs to be pushed over the edge, disregarding the scornful looks you’ll definitely be receiving at the next neighborhood watch assembly.

“That’s not what I asked.” Toji smacks your ass again, softer this time—or so it feels because of your numbing skin. “I asked, Who owns this pussy, mm?”

“That’s not what you asked at all!” Your talking back earns you a third spank. You realize you’ve got no agency of your own.

“Won’t ask again. Who. Owns. This. Pussy?” He punctuates each word with a thrust sharper than the one before, his cock twitching when he hears you screaming your answer at the top of your lungs.

“You do, T-Toji. My pussy is yours—ngh!”

“And who’s bitch are you, baby?”

“Your bitch!” You answer willingly, your mind clouded, and your logic dulled. “Fuck, Toji, you know I’m all yours.”

“Damn right, y’are.” He hums in response, hunching over your body to rub tight circles around your clit, jerking the nub up and down, round and round.

You’re almost there, and when he asks you whether you wanna be bred like one, the tension in your gut finally snaps, eyes involuntary crossing as white waves of pleasure overtake you.

He fucks you through your high at an animalistic pace, the thought of filling your belly with a baby that’s half his and half yours flooding his brain before your answer registers, his cum spilling deep within your pussy with a few sloppy pumps that squelch to the sound of your mixed fluids.

His moans mingle with yours, the rough sound of his voice raising goosebumps from where he kisses your back to the resounding ringing in your ears. He wraps his arms around you almost tenderly, peppering your back with kisses that almost convince you he’ll finally pull you out of that miserable hell hole but that’s not his intention. It never was.

A final smack meets with your ass right before he rolls his pants back up and walks toward the house, undisturbed by the screams that follow close on his trail.

“You said you’d get me out of here!” Your fist hits the ground, finges clenching around a tuft of grass blades that you violently root out.

“And you said you can get out whenever ya want. That you needed time for yourself, ‘member?”

“I didn’t mean that!” You object, your tone too squeaky to be taken seriously. “Toji, you’d better help me or else—”

“Or else what? KFC until I die?” He snorts. “Relax, I’ll come back before Megumi gets ‘ere.” You hear his phone buzzing as he—presumably—punches something in his search bar. Hot wings don’t sound too bad; he whispers for himself to hear, speaking up only when he asks you if you want him to order you a twister wrap or something before he closes his order.

a/n: the episode excited me too much, apologies. i was gonna post this later asdfghjkl but toji is back and we cum.

can u do headcanons for javier, arthur, john, and dutch having a s/o that really likes when they are rough with them and dominate them ;)))) or just in general having a submissive so

John Marston

It’s a little weird to him at first (we all know Abigail is the one who pegs him) but he can get into it pretty quickly

He’ll be pretty unassuming and laid back most of the time, but he will have his moments

As soon as the eyes of the others leave you he’ll pull you by the collar and bite into your neck while he grits into your ear about how much he wants to devour you

He likes to fuck you from behind with a gentle hold on your throat, and the occasional squeeze to feel you clench against him

Dutch Van der Linde

A natural dom. And he’d love it if you were into it too

His favorite thing is probably spanking you. He loves your squeaks, and the tears that prick at your eyes while you feel the sting, and he loves comforting you afterwards

And he’d definitely be into collar and pet play for you too. He’d love to hold onto your leash while you ride his cock

High Honor Arthur Morgan

Like John, he’s mostly quite tame, but he has his moments

He has times when he likes to see your hands tied behind your back and see you squirm in pleasure while he fucks you into soft earth

He has times where he likes to ride his horse extra rough while he’s stroking your sex

Low Honor Arthur Morgan

Another natural born dom, Arthur isn’t shy about it all

He loves to see your skin blossom with bites and bruises from his ministrations

He loves to hold down your head and make you choke on his cock. He loves seeing the tears at your eyes and your drool all over his cock

And he loves to cum on your face and mark you, or see how long he can hold you down with your nose pressed against his pelvis while he empties his load down your throat

Javier Escuella

Loves to come up with arbitrary reasons to punish you, like bringing up how you stole one of his kills or “hurt his feelings” with your sarcasm

And he’ll punish you with a rough fucking where he edges you for what feels like hours, and you’ll be able to see the bruises where he gripped into your thighs for days

Eventually his heart will be too wound up with passion and love, and he won’t be able to resist giving you what you want, though. And seeing the quirk of his eyebrows and the dilation of his eyes when you whimper right before he gives in is like nothing else.

hello there ! 💙 i love the new hybrid au ;00 Can I maybe get a little of a mouse hybrid reader and javier ? Please and thank you bby 💙💙

Bobcat!Javier just btw because for some reason I assumed that’s what you wanted???? Lmao

His eyes get super dialated when he sees you, even more when he sees your tail doing its little wiggle. He just can’t help himself

Mutual grooming is 100% a thing with Javier, be it brush, tongue, or comb. He will have you feeling silky

Javier likes to pick you up and move you around instead of asking you to follow him places, or if you’re both going to the same place. You’re so small, and he’s got those kitty scruff instincts, it just feels so much easier to him

During heats and ruts the two of you can get really confused because with bobcats the female will yowl to attract male attention, while with mice it’s the male that’s supposed to chirp and sing

Mating seasons are complex because female mice are often polygamous. So there are a lot of boundaries and methods of communication set up between you two.

He has learned by now that your nibbles are to explore and love him, not to invite a session of play-wrestling. He learned this after almost giving you a heart attack.

When you’re sitting next to each other, sometimes you curl and twist your tails together

Javier rumbles and purrs when he’s having a good sleep next to you by the way

And sometimes he’ll wake up early and just watch as your nose twitches and sniffs while you’re still dreaming

Elvis doing bank introductions on stage August 1970. You can tell everyone on that stage meant alot to him.

Credit: caresaboutelvis IG