Can I Please Request Some Headcanons Of Javiers Reaction To His Girlfriend Getting A Little Jealous When

Can I please request some headcanons of Javier’s reaction to his girlfriend getting a little jealous when other women flirt with him?

Javier Escuella

To an extent, he thinks it’s adorable. It cute when your all pouty, but he won’t respond to the flirting to get a rise out of you, he isn’t so cruel

He likes to make sure you’re listening when he says “Sorry ladies, I already have a beautiful woman in my life!”

If the trend persists he’ll get a little worried. He’ll worry why you’re concerned about such a thing when he loves you so much, and he’ll make a point of telling you so

If it’s a lack of self confidence, thinking he’ll leave for someone prettier, he makes it his mission to squash those doubts right away. He’ll smother you with compliments and sappy pet names, and he’ll embarrass you by publicly listing off the reasons why he loves you

If you’re just a little possessive? Javier will just remind you periodically that you’re the only one for him, and your name is already on his heart and soul, and there isn’t room for another!

What do you think would fluster the boys? What would their s/o have to do to turn them into a blushing mess?

ho boy. I ended up making this much more wholesome than I intended

High honor Arthur is so fucking easy to fluster. Any touch or soft word can turn a blush from him. Innuendos in front of other people? That gets him the most. Talking about the alone time you’ll have later when other people can hear. Dutch giving him the eyebrows about it.

Low honor Arthur blushes really dark when he’s turned on. But to make him a blushy mess? You’ve gotta bury him in fluff. Gush about how much you love him and need him. It gets him turned on in his heart :)

Bill becomes a blushing mess easily, unused to genuine attentions. His most flustered and embarrassed is when he makes a fool of himself in front of you. Make him feel silly and he’s red for days.

Kieran blushes when he other people let him know their bedroom goings on. With you? He very easily gets the shivers when you slide your hands to even slightly intimate places, like when you move your hand up his arm or to his thigh. The implications drive him insane.

Swanson blushes really intensely when you look in his eyes, cup his face and he’ll go wild with blush. It makes him feel incredible and intimate, just overwhelmed with emotion.

John gets his most flustered when other people are talking about your relationship. When Hosea pats his back and tells him how lucky he is, Dutch saying he better marry you so you can’t get snatched up by someone else, Karen telling him how cute the two of you are!

Javier gets the blushies when it comes to commitment and future-talk. Talk about having a spring wedding, names for your kids, living together in a cute little house, the kind of vegetables you want to grow in the garden together. The little details make him feel so much, to know how you’re in it as deep as he is.

Micah will blush hard when you talk about how happy you are. How happy he makes you, how you’d never imagined that things could be this way, in disbelief. This is love. It makes him swell with pride in a way he’ll never admit he yearns for always.

Trelawny has an ever present air of cool consideration but will find the tips of his ears reddening whenever you appreciate him for little things. Saying he’s a kind man, giggling at his magic tricks, giving him a kiss on the cheek as thanks for a favor. All these things he does and takes for granted, going more or less without fanfare, you make him feel good about.

I'm so excited!! This is so damn good, I can't wait to see how it goes. I know im going to love this!! You're such an amazing writer and never forget it. I wish I could support you more

Latibule Epilogue

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This contains a lot of unaliving, hence the chosen GIF. Proceed with caution. Also bb will take a break from latibule after this. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist, Latibule IX

Suga looked at Jackson junior with a fond smile on his face as the little child stabbed the cake with his little fork, the redness of the cake in perfect contrast to the white frosting of the red velvet. He ate it with such gusto, uncaring of the red crumbs coating his mouth.

“You kept your promise, ahjussi,” he mumbled with his mouth full that Suga couldn’t resist pinching his chubby cheek.

“Of course, I did,” he scoffed as he helped him sliced the cake. “I always keep my promises.”

Jackson looked up at him with his innocent eyes, his little legs swinging back and forth from the bench they were sitting on. “Then, do you promise to love my noona forever?”

“I promise.” It was the easiest promise he ever did.

“And do you also promise to marry her? She shouldn’t be alone, ahjussi. No one should be,” he stated with seriousness. Despite him being so young, he was so perceptive. He saw what loneliness could do to someone, and how it was slowly destroying his father. He didn’t want that for his favorite noona.

“I’ll marry her. Don’t worry,” he agreed with faux annoyance in his voice as though what he was requesting was such an imposition to him. It wasn’t. It was his most pertinent goal.

“Make sure you do! Or I’ll make my dad marry her!”

He was late, Suga thought. It had taken him longer than he would have wanted to. Jackson Junior sure did have a lot of energy for someone with such small body. He was smiling as he walked home.

Home.

When he thought of that word before, it never meant anything to him. It was just a noun, something that existed for everybody else but him. It was a place you returned to at the end of the day, someplace that brought you comfort. It was a place where you were safe, and warm, and loved.

Suga never did have that.

But then, you came. And now when he thought of home, he thought of you. You were his latibule. You were more than just a place, more than just a mere place to rest his weary body to. No, you were his hiding place. You were the one that saved him. You were his safe place.

And he would never leave you, nor would you leave him. He didn’t want to know what would become of him should he ever lost you.

Bitterly, though, his house was now on fucking attack and someone had the fucking audacity to ruin it.

He knew as soon as he walked near your house that something was fucking amiss. The hair on the back of his neck stood as though in warning about something. He never not believed his instincts, after all, it was what kept him still alive to this day.

His eyes roamed the area around your house, looking for the impending danger. He hated how he didn’t even have a fucking gun. He badly needed it now, he thought. The sun had now long set, surrounding his fucking house with darkness he didn’t need at the moment. He didn’t hear a thing inside your house, no movements could be heard nor seen. And he would bet his fucking life that something bad was happening.

Instead of entering the house through the front door, he automatically went to the back. His pace was brisk and determined, his steps light. He had memorized the whole layout and could avoid any steps that would give away his position. As soon as he reached the garden, he picked up the small hand trowel and tucked it behind his jeans. As quietly as would be allowed, he opened the back door, his eyes assessing the area with precision.

He knew you were in danger, yet what he never expected was from whom.

Sitting beside your trembling form on the sofa was his own fucking brother, Jung Hoseok.

He was smiling as though nothing was amiss, as though this was a fucking good visit.

He was smiling as though no one would die tonight.

“Brother, long time no see,” he greeted lightly. His other hand rested on the back of the sofa, his hand timidly holding his gun. “I have missed you so.”

Suga turned to look at your eyes, and he fucking hated how terrified you looked. This was what he was attempting so hard to avoid. This was his fucking nightmare. “Are you okay?”

You jumped when Hoseok touched your shoulder lightly with his gun, your lips quivering from the situation you found yourself in. “Of course, she is! You wound me, brother. I could never hurt a woman…unlike you.”

Suga’s jaw clenched, his dark eyes going to Hoseok’s amused ones. He scoffed, calmly walking around the house to get closer to the pair. “I do have to assume that this is your admission of being the Judas.”

“Hmm,” Hoseok thought, his fucking smile still on his face. “I guess that makes the two of us, right?” He turned to you, his tone friendly as though the two of you friends, as though he wasn’t holding a gun right now, “Did you know that this guy is the personification of Lucifer, himself? He’s the worst man out there. In fact, you should be more scared of him than me. I have never killed a woman before,” he smirked back at him, “cannot say the same thing for Yoongi.”

“Y-Yoongi?” you repeated, looking at Suga, your Suga with questions and a betrayal in your eyes.

A booming laughter from beside you erupted, making you jump lightly from your seat. Hoseok was laughing as though this was all funny, like your life wasn’t on the brink of collapsing. “You didn’t even tell her your real name? That’s so fucking funny, Yoongi-ah,” he chuckled, wiping the tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. But then, in a somber tone he said, “That’s fucking low of you, Agustd.”

At your stupefied expression, Hoseok turned to you in faux pity, “Oh no…you didn’t know you were housing the fucking mafia lord. Poor you, sweetheart.”

And betrayal turned into anger. The dark emotions seeped through your eyes, tears blurring your sight. But through it all, his face remained impassive.

“I-is that true?”

“Don’t listen to him. You know me the best, Angel-”

“Do I?”

“You do. You love me, right? You said so yourself. You need to trust me-“

“That’s so fucking sweet. Sickeningly sweet. I’m over it,” Hoseok cut him off. He nodded at someone from behind him. And then he felt it. The cold barrel of the gun pointed at the back of his head. Yoongi glared at the man stupid enough to point a gun at him, and he recognized him as someone from the organization.

Fucking traitors.

“As if you know anything about love, Agustd. You’re fucking incapable of it.” Hoseok sighed before calmly standing and pulling you up with him. “You killed the only person I love. Don’t you think it’s only fair that I kill yours? An eye for an eye and all that shit?”

Yoongi stared at Hoseok and then at the trembling form of yours. “You’re making a mistake,” he stated, his demeanor cold as he stared back at the eyes of the man he once considered his brother. “Stop and all of this will be forgiven, Hoseok.”

The man merely scoffed, his head tilted, “You still don’t realize you are in the losing position, do you?” he inquired curiously, chuckling under his breath before losing all his emotions completely. “Take him away from here. And if you as so much make a fucking move, I will blow your angel’s head off. Do not test me, Yoongi. Or do. Let’s see.”

Yoongi knew he was saying the truth. And against all his instincts that were screaming at him to go to you, to save you, to pull you in his arms, he went with the other traitor outside the house. His eyes never left yours, not until he could no longer see you, and not until the man punched him with the end of the gun in the head.

You couldn’t see from the onslaught of tears flooding your eyes. Was this how everything was going to end? After you found a taste of happiness? Were you brought to this earth just to suffer?

The man called Hoseok let you go gently, and you were no fool to think that you were safe. No. Not with the barrel of gun pointed behind your back.

“I’m sorry you were dragged to this mess,” he murmured honestly, his arm was firm as he adjusted his gun. “Had you not saved him that night, none of this would happen.”

“P-please. Let m-me go,” you cried, your hands shaking from all of this. This was straight out of your nightmare. You had lived a fairly calm and peaceful life, until that tragedy. And even then, you were never at the end point of a gun. Even then, you were spared.

But alas, maybe your luck had ran out.

“You did nothing wrong. But this has to happen. I hope you forgive me.”

You nodded, slowly facing him. And when you looked up at his mad eyes, your stepped closer and pushed the gun on your head. If this was to happen, then he had to look into your eyes. You may be trembling with terror, but you were no pawn. You would take control of your life until the very end.

You saw him faltered, saw him gulping once. He didn’t want this, you thought. But his judgement was too clouded, and Hoseok was too far gone in his scheme. He had no way but to see this through. And just when he was about to pull the trigger, a knife was plunged to his arm, effectively making him dropped the gun.

A hand pulled you behind, shielding you from the bloodshed that was happening.

“Still a good aim, Namjoon hyung,” the man in front of you praised the other man who threw the knife, his deep, baritone voice almost familiar. “Good to know all your time spent in the courtroom didn’t make you soft.”

“Shut up. Take her away to safety, Taehyung.” The other man, Namjoon, ordered lowly as he wrestled with Hoseok who was grinning despite the blood seeping from his wound.

“Namjoon, came to join the party?”

“You need to stop, hyung!” Namjoon growled, willing the him to understand the gravity of the situation. “We can still fix this-“

“I don’t want to. You should have never saved me that night. You should have left me to die!” he grunted before punching him. Everything was fast, and before you could blink, the booming sound of gunshot resounded. You felt Taehyung’s hand pushing you, ordering you to run.

And you did.

You ran. But the outside was just the same as the inside. You saw Suga kneeling on the ground, behind him was the man who was grinning as he twisted his arms behind him. But when he saw you, he pointed the gun at you.

Suga watched as though it was a fucking movie. He watched it all in unhidden horrification as you fell the moment the bullet pierced into your fragile skin. He watched helplessly as your precious blood drenched the clothes you had carefully chosen just this evening.

He stood there frozen as the love of his life fell to the ground, your head hitting the cold, hard step with a deafening thud. He could have sworn his heart stopped in disbelief at someone’s audacity to hurt the woman he had only ever loved.

And the moment your eyes closed was the exact moment Agustd came back to life with a bloody vengeance.

A curtain drew closed on his mind, effectively clouding his self-survival. Yoongi had always been a one-track mind. Nothing else mattered but to you, he didn’t find it in himself to care whether he would have to break or even cut his own arm just to get to you. There was no doubt in his mind that he would get to you, that he would be able to save you.

No, it was a given fact. It was the most certain thing in his mind at the very moment. You had to live, otherwise he would need to burn this whole world down.

You simply had to survive if you didn’t want other people to suffer his wrath. There was no living without you, he thought. With a practiced movement he twisted his own arm away from the asshole that would soon leave in a body bag. The man looked at him in horror as Yoongi snarled at him, uncaring of the arm now hanging limply on his side. Hell, he couldn’t even feel it. He stepped back unconsciously as his former boss marched to him, his hands holding the firearm faltered for a moment. That small window of opportunity was all Yoongi needed, and before he knew it, the cold barrel of gun was pointed on his sweaty forehead. Yoongi didn’t even blink as he fired the gun, and horrifyingly, he didn’t even flinch when his blood splattered all over his face. It wasn’t enough. With the weapon he hid behind him, he stabbed the deceased man in the neck, blood sputtering in his face.

Yoongi immediately turned to you, but before he could get to you, a swarm of men dressed in black walked in with guns pointed at him. Of fucking course, Hoseok wouldn’t go to him with only a man in tow, Yoongi thought. And he was fucking outnumbered.

But nothing could deter him from reaching you, not before when you were alive, not now when you were bleeding on the ground. He didn’t even blink as he shot the gun at the man on his right. Surprise was his edge, but he needed to be smart about this.

It was him that they wanted, not you.

He stepped back, grinning at the audacity of these assholes. And just like he knew, they all followed him. He was running when four of his brothers stepped in with danger and madness in their eyes.

All of them were as deranged as Yoongi, they all just hid it better.

“Long time no see, hyung!” Jungkook greeted him, showing him his signature bunny smile before shooting the first man he saw.

Seokjin only looked at him, seriousness in his eyes as he assessed his bleeding head with clinical aura. He didn’t even blink as he stabbed the man in the neck stealthily. He was annoyed. He was mad. And most of all, he hated how they were almost too late. He had almost failed to protect the family he claimed as his own.

Jimin was uncharacteristically quiet, only going to work. Yoongi felt a little hopeful that this was not going to end badly. Not now that he had his brothers with him. He saw Taehyung and Namjoon joining the fight, their moves as precise as the other brothers. Their fight was away from you, just as Yoongi wanted.

He swore that once this was all over, that you would never be hurt again. This would be the last time you would be hurt. So, you had to fucking survive, lest he ruined this whole fucking world.

Yet, just when it was about to end, just when they eliminated the last traitor, your house exploded and a bullet pierced Yoongi’s chest.

After the ashes had settled and the fire was contained, after they cleaned the crime scene, after they brought Yoongi to the hospital, after desperately looking for you- all they found was your necklace.

They never did find you that night, nor did they find Hoseok’s body. The police they bribed said that it was possible your bodies melted from the intense fire, that you couldn’t possibly survive that.

That you were dead.

And you were declared dead.

When Min Yoongi woke up from his week-long coma, he unleashed hell.

Agustd was fucking back.

Season 2: Prologue

Cute little Housewife

Toji x HOUSEWIFE!Reader

Summary- Toji shows just how much he loves his wife

WARNINGS- breeding, mentions of pregnancy, calling of names (slut, whore), unprotected sex, fingering, daddy kink, spanking

Oh, Toji couldn't stop thinking about you today. You and your cute little face--that cute pussy of yours he loved to shove his thick cock in. Oh, how he couldn't wait to get home. He knew that you would be there, waiting for him--waiting to please him.

You were in the living room watching T.V, resting after a long day of cleaning. When all the sudden you hear the front door opening. You admittedly knew it was Toji. You smiled to yourself, before getting off the couch an running towards Toji.

"I cleaned and then watched some movies!"

"Toji!" You exclaimed, practically hopping into his arms. Toji let out that deep chuckle that makes you weak in the knees. "You missed me, princess? I was only gone for a few hours." Toji said, hugging you back. "I know," you mumbled into his big chest. "But I get so lonely in this big house!" You whined. Toji chuckled once more. "Then I guess I should do something about that, huh?" You ignore this comment, not really sure what it meant. "What did you do when I was gone princess?" He asked, as the both of you walked into the living.

"I cleaned the house and then I watched some movies!" You exclaimed, sitting back down on the couch. Toji chuckled, sitting down next to you, and wrapping an arm around you. "Sounds like you had a full day, baby." Toji said, smiling at you. You couldn't help but giggle at him a little. "What about you? How was your day?" You asked, looking up at the big man. He tilted his head to the side, as if he was thinking. "Well," he started "I really couldn't stop thinking about you." He said, looking down at your small figure. You blushed at his words.

"What about me?" You asked. Toji then leaned down towards you. "About all the dirty things I was going to do to you, baby." He whispered into your ear. Somehow you got even more red. How is that even possible? To get more red?You don't know. "Do you want me to explain that? Or do you want me to show you?" Shivers. Shivers ran down your spine. You practically moaned at the question.

"S-Show me." You said. Toji took that as a challenge. He only chuckled that deep chuckle that makes you weak in the knees. "You said it, baby." And next thing you knew, you were over his lap, your butt was in the air. He then slapped your butt, causing you to gasp at the sudden movement. "Do you like that?" He asked, slapping your butt again. "Do you like that, baby? Yeah?" All you did was whine as a answer. "Words, princess." He said, slapping your butt, again.

"Y-Yes!" You practically screamed out, as you arched your back. Toji pulled down your pajama shorts, showing him the wet spot in your panties. "Look at this." Toji said more to himself then to you. "You are soaked already. Did I make you this wet?" You nodded again and moaned as he rubbed that wet spot in your panties. Toji then hooked a finger under the band of your panties and started to pull them down, to get a good look at your pussy. "Aw, look at this pussy." Toji said, giving it a nice slap, causing you to jump a little. "T-Toji." You whined. He slapped your butt once more. "What's my name sweetheart?" He said, practically groping your ass. "D-Daddy!" You cried out. He only chuckled, as he slammed two fingers into your needy hole. You moaned out in pleasure, arching your back.

"You like that, baby? Yeah?" He asked, pumping in and out of you. You moaned in response, feeling his fingers fill you up to nicely. He then added a third finger, to stretch you out and get you ready for his thick, hard cock. "Oh god!" You moaned out, arching you back. "C-come, gonna c-come!" With that, Toji took his fingers out of your hole, you whined in response.

"Don't worry baby, I got something else for ya. Don't you worry." Toji now sat you up on his lap, facing him. He could now see your tear stained face. Toji pulled down his sweatpants, along with his boxers. Your eyes wander down to the middle of you and Toji, where he hard cock stood. You bit your lip and moaned, forgetting how big his cock his. Toji wrapped his hand around his cock, and started to jerk off. "It's so heavy, baby." Toji said, chuckling. "Do you want me inside of you baby?" He asked.

"Y-Yes daddy." You moaned out, beginning to feel the tip against your hole. Then, you felt his whole length fill you up just so perfectly. You cried out in pleasure, he cock stretching you out. Toji groaned, throwing his head back from just how tight you were.

"Shit" Toji groaned, "your so tight baby." You moaned at his words, him taking off your (his) shirt that was cover those beautiful tits Toji loved. Lucky for Toji, you weren't wearing a bra. He just loved the sight of you. He took his hands, and gave your tits a nice squeeze. His mouth latched onto your one tit, while his hand was pinching and squeezing your other tit.

"T-Tojiii" You moaned out, as you bounced up and down on his cock. Toji took his mouth away from your boob, and his hands gripped your hips, most likely living bruises for you to find in the morning. You leaned foward, resting your head on Toji's big chest. Even though you were ontop of him; he was still doing all the work. He didn't mind; after all, he didn't want his cute little housewife to do any work.

Toji thurst in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. "Oh yeah baby. You feel so good around my cock. You're being such a good little slut for daddy." You moaned at his words, feeling that knot in your stomach start to form. Your walls started to clench around Toji's cock. "Are you gonna come soon, baby?" He asked. You just nodded, not being able to form words. Your noises stopped, and your back arched as you came around Toji's cock.

"Oh good girl. Cumming around Daddy's cock like a little slut. Now it's my turn baby. Im'ma breed you so damn hard. You're gonna be walking around with a baby in your tummy. Do you want that baby? Do you want me to make you a mommy?"

With those words, that could have made you cum a second time. You nodded ferociously, not caring about the being pregnant part, after all, who wouldn't want to be pregnant with Toji's baby?

Toji could only chuckled. He watched as tears fell down your face. Your moans and whimpers were no louder since you were sensitive from cumming. Toji's thurst turn sloppy as he painted your walls white. You moaned once more in satisfaction.

Men who want nothing more than to fold you in half, his cock splitting you open as his frame towers over your much smaller one. Gosh, did he find the sight of your tear stained face hot. He loved turning his innocent little girl to a needy little whore, filled with only thoughts of his big, fat cock inside her. The way you trembled, telling him "I-It's too big!", "it won't fit!", and yet here you were, taking him in so, so good... "See? You can take it, pretty thing. Just relax and lie there all pretty for me, 'kay?" His faux sympathy all too familiar to you as he fucks himself into your needy little hole. He can't himself wanting to fill you full of his cum, to see his cum dripping from your abused cunt... He will never be able to resist you when you're all pouty, whining on how you can't take any more, "Jus' one more, baby. For me, yeah?" Words of praise slipping past his lips as he thrusts inside you again and again, the bulge on your tummy only making him want to be more rough on his little darling.

—Dainsleif, Childe, Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Alhaitham, Dazai, Fyodor, Dan Heng, Blade, Toji, Sukuna and your favs ♡

can u write something about hate/ angry sex with javier? (forgive me if this has already been done)

Javier Escuella

Javier is the type of man who thinks that intimacy is somewhat sacred. Making love is exactly that, and should be loving. So hate sex doesn’t really happen, but angry sex happens as the result of specific circumstances.

But we must remember that anger is a secondary emotion. There is always a root cause.

For one, if you were recently in danger, and got hurt or almost did. He might be angry at you for putting yourself at risk, or angry at himself for not being able to save or protect you. In both cases, he’s angry because he was afraid of you getting hurt, or worse, losing you altogether.

During these times he has a tendency to take you from behind, if only so that you can’t see his eyes tearing up, and so he doesn’t have to see your face and remember how it was contorted in fear, pain, or panic. It’s fast, a little rough, and often tearful.

Javier will also engage in a bit of angry sex when he’s jealous. Unless you’ve intentionally provoked him, he’ll never be angry at you. He’ll be angry at whatever pendejo thought they could lay a hand on you, love you like he could. The root of this anger is insecurity and the fear of losing value, so this sex will be all about staking his claim and proving to you that he’s the best lover you’ll ever have, that he’ll take care of you like no one else can.

He acts almost territorial, and these sessions usually include him looking you in the eye so he can remember your face as he pleases you and you can’t ignore who’s making you feel like this.