JAVIER PEAS HOTTEST MOMENTS

JAVIER PEÑA’S HOTTEST MOMENTS

20. 70/139 votes → Javi wearing nothing at all

how ab fem!reader is secretly joining in fighting ring without vander knowing and when he found out he’s absolutely livid and there’s some arguing and then end up fluffy/maybe a bit of smut

let's see if i still got it, hm?

warnings: MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, a little bit of fear, mentions of bruises (inflicted from illegal fighting ring), angst, mildly soft dom!vander, arguing, impact play, bondage? (vander's hands are huge so lets consider them handcuffs), reader will always be easy to carry to vander i'm not sorry

Livid. The word livid to describe how pissed the fuck off you’d made him was an understatement. Right after the match ended when you were in the confines of the locker room, you’d been snatched up and slung over a shoulder before you’d had any say in it.

The arm you were about to use to elbow the guy in the back of the head was tucked awkwardly beneath your body and if you tried to move it you’re sure that you’d either strain the muscle or break it trying to get free. As good as you were at fighting underground, you couldn’t hold your own with what? He’s about as tall as Vander and you glare at the ground and something about the ass of this man is familiar.

“Are y’ done back there or do I need to tie your arms behind your back?”

What the hell-

“Vander?” you gaped.

You thought this guy had come out of the opposing locker room because well, he smelled a lot like what you associated with home. You cringed at the thought. He smelled like Vander. Big deal, you huffed in thought.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You growled, kneeing his shoulder. “The hell’s your problem? I told you to mind your fuckin’ business, why are you following me around, huh?”

Vander pins your knees to his chest with a hand and the way he stops and cranes his head to catch your gaze from where he’s got you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes makes you huff. You glare at him and swing your knee out of his hold, catching his jaw and reflexively making his arm slacken so you can roll off his shoulder.

You fall flat on the ground and it hurts because you forgot to account how tall he was. Landing on your bruised waist was a problem and you rolled onto your back about to push yourself up to sit, but a couple of fingers on your chest made you freeze.

His hair is half pulled out of his face and even in the dark you can make out the thousand strands of silver in his eyes that look like they’re vibrating. His jaw is set and the open glare he’s set on you makes you turn your gaze.

“Fuck you.” you hiss.

“I’ve got no reason to worry, huh?” He tilts his head and the coupled fingers on your sternum tap only to return to their dig in your skin. “Let you sink into that shithole then?”

"Why the fuck do you care?" you grit.

You want him to fucking snap. To lose his mind and scream bloody murder until your ears are bleeding.

He laughs.

It's one of those that cannot be exerted unless you use your whole chest and the alley is vibrating with how loud he's laughing. What the actual fuck- he's smiling and running a hand through his hair, shaking his head and his eyes land on you.

There's no mirth in them, the warmth you want after he grins when you've kicked, swore, even yelled at him when he explicitly told you he didn't want to see you in one of those shitty rings, none of the sweet little lanterns in his eyes are lit up to let you know this was okay.

He picks you up so that you're on your feet and his breath fans over your face, faintly smelling bittersweet from ale and mint. You were trembling earlier because of the sudden loss of addrenaline.

"We are going home." Vander's tone is calm, there's a sweet tone to it that makes you shiver and makes your legs weak for a completely different reason. "You're going to take off this uniform and we're going to take care of these bruises. Yes?"

You swallowed thickly, muttering intelligable nonsense, but Vander leaned down so he could hear you, hand on the wall to brace himself and you're sure he's doing it on purpose. He's warm and you want to grab him. You're glad he can't hear how easily he muddled your thoughts.

Why were you angry at him, agian?"

"Can't hear you, darl" his voice is low and he's practically rasping in your ear.

"Yes." you clutch his shirt, but he swipes your hand off and swats your ass. You send him a glare over your shoulder, but it falls when you see his are distant before they refocus and he gives you a smile.

You should've listened to him, never left actually because your ass stings. His fingers palming over the swell of your cheeks makes you jolt and hiss quietly as they ignite fire in the swollen flesh. Your legs are shaking and he's leaned back on the headboard, stroking your thighs and kissing the bruises on your stomach and chest.

"Please, Van-" you whimper, clutching his arm as his fingers play with your puffy lips that frame his cock that's sinking into you.

His lips purse into a mock pout and you don't have it in you to scowl when your legs are threatening to give. "Is it too much?" he asks.

"I'm sorry," you sob, overwhelmed with pleasure as your thighs begin to quake and you're slumping forward into his chest, bucking into his fingers. "Fuck yes- please. I'm sorry for leaving. M'so sorry, please. I won't do it again-"

He swats your ass and you jolt so high that his cock falls out of you and you cry out from the loss, reaching for him, but Vander pulls your hands behind your back and keeps them in one. "How am I supposed to believe that, love? Hm?"

You're at a loss for words, but he ghosts his lips over yours before wrapping his lips around your nipple and stroking your precious little clit in tight circles. The way you shout and jerk in his hold as he bring you closer to release is enamoring, so fucking beautiful and the knot in your stomach is tight and barrelling toward you so fast that you can't brathe. Bucking your hips in time wit his hand, but-

The friction is gone, but Vander continues to nip and suck at your aerola, going as far as locking eyes with yours.

"You're not sorry, baby." He pecks up your chest and kisses the side of your mouth, "You will be."

The engorged head of his cock swipes up your folds and you fall forward, hands still behind your back as you quiver in your lover's lap. "Shit- please, I want to cum."

Vander sinks into you, but this time he pulls one of your legs up on his shoulder and pulls you so that he's balls deep into you. You're moaning, arms slack as you let Vander use you like a cocksleeve.

"You'll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow. Let's see you put up a fight then."

SEBASTIAN STAN Pam & Tommy 1.05

Not this GIF making me wanna write a Yandere! Anakin Skywalker x reader fanfic.😩 BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE HIM. STRUGGLING!!😭💚

distraction

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

warnings: fem-bodied reader, slight domesticity? tired!vander, smut? and oral (fem receiving)

consider vander coming home. he's tired, dishevelled, and you wouldn't think he'd ironed his shirt because of how wrinkled it is. the door slams behind him and he lets out a breath, eyeing your shared living space soothed by the sight of you aimlessly laid out on the couch.

you go to sit up, but he waves a hand. a sign that means don't bother so you stay propped on the arm of the couch, staring at him from where you're half laid out. "you alright, love?"

a corner of his mouth juts up as he sinks to his knees in front of you and kisses your stomach, hands running over your sides as his lips ghost over the skin that's exposed from his wandering fingers prying at your loungewear. you didn't notice the furrow in his brow until they unfurl from your soft gasp.

his hair has dulled and your hands rake through it assesing whether or not your lover would appreciate adding that to the shared bits of your nightly routine.

fingees trace down your thighs and you swat at him when the squeeze he gives them turns biting. you meet him halfway, kissing him softly until his fingers grab your jaw and guides you as his tongue laves over yours and allows his kiss to trail to the corner of your mouth before he settles back on his knees. he presses kisses up your leg as he sets one and then the other on his wide shoulders after throwing your shorts elsewhere.

it didn't matter that you only wore shorts. he leans down, nose bumping clit before his mouth settles above it. sucking softly on your mound before he opens his eyes and meets your lust-hazed eyes.

"how was your day?" your breathy tone would usually make him smile, but he sinks low and takes his time licking from your drooling cunt up to your sensitive pearl. your legs spasm on his shoulders and you clutch the wrinkled button up only for him to swat your hand off of him.

"not right now, doll. m'eating.." he says as he proceeds to latch his mouth onto you and gorgeous sounds fall from your lips.

these two and their friendship>>>