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flightlessangelwings · 30 days

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Jealousy Makes You Taste Good

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

Word count-2.9k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), jealousy, we meet V's ex, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, feelings, alcohol

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The bar clamored with life around you. Veracruz had taken you out for a night of drinking with his men to celebrate their return from another successful deployment. Part of you was disappointed to have to share your comandante with others for the night. But, you also knew it was a part of his duty to take care of his subordinates. Plus, you would have plenty of alone time with him soon enough…

Men laughed around you as they drank to their heart's content. You could tell they were happy to be back home, even if they weren’t gone for too long. Many of them were familiar with you and greeted you with respect, knowing you were the comandante’s woman. Others weren’t bothered by your presence and instead turned their attention to the other ladies who hung around the bar, hoping to get lucky on their night back.

“Enjoying yourself, Cariño?” Veracruz’s voice rang from behind you, his presence hovering from behind you.

You took a sip of your own drink and turned to him, “It’s good to have you home, V,” you replied.

He leaned in close to murmur in your ear, “It is good to be home, Cariño,” he paused as he voice dropped, “And it will be even better later,” he groaned as his hand slid down your body and grabbed your ass.

“Why wait until we get home?” you purred as your tone dropped to match his sultry energy.

Veracruz smirked against your ear as he nipped at the nape of your neck, “Eager tonight, aren’t we?”

“Well, I missed you,” you gave him a fake pout.

He hummed in contentment as he trailed a line of bites along the muscle of your neck. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Veracruz missed the way you moaned under his touch, when you giggled softly as he hit a sensitive spot. Mostly, he missed having you in his arms, and the loyalty you showed him.

But, before he could suggest ducking away so you could welcome him home properly, a sultry voice interrupted with Veracruz’s first name.

You both turned in the direction of the voice, which came from behind him, to find a tall, beautiful woman. Her lips were painted red as rose, her hair was full and luscious, and she stood tall in her red high heels. You had to admit she was stunning to look at, but the awe quickly dissipated when you noticed the way she was looking at Veracruz.

“I thought I recognized your voice!” she exclaimed as she opened her arms for an embrace.

“Rosalia,” Veracruz muttered as he tensed his jaw and gave her a kiss on each cheek, “It has been a long time, chiquita.”

“That is has,” she purred as he looked him up and down, “The years have been good to you.”

You cleared your throat to insert yourself in the conversation, “Comandante, who is this?” you tried your best to keep your tone level.

“Oh,” his eyes went wide as he glanced between the two of you, caught in a rare moment off guard. He introduced you by name first, “This is Rosalia. My…”

“We were together,” she extended her hand to you, “It’s a pleasure,” she addressed you before turning back to Veracruz, “A comandante now, is it?” he smirked, “When we were together he was just a captain,” he hung on his shoulders as she spoke.

“Pleasure,” you replied back, hoping your tone wasn’t as sour as you heard it in your head. Swallowing the bitter taste in your mouth, you tightened your lips together and straightened your back, “I’m going to get another drink. You want your usual, V?”

He nodded, noticing the slight change in your demeanor but chose not to comment on it.

“V?!” Rosalia giggled as you turned and walked away.

You clenched your fist and resisted the urge to turn around. You didn’t want to watch her hang on him any longer, and you certainly didn’t want to hear whatever remark she had for your special nickname for him. Instead, you kept your eyes in front of you as they landed on the bartender. Ordering two of the usuals, you leaned forward on the bartop to force yourself not to look at the beautiful woman who seemed way too interested in the comandante for your liking.

But her laughter rang through the bar and you couldn’t help but snap your neck up and you instantly felt rage boil under your skin at the sight you saw. She practically nuzzled herself into his lap, tucking her hair behind her ear in an obviously flirtatious manner. You were sure your expression was unmistakable from the jealousy that bubbled under your skin, but away from Veracruz, you didn’t care.

Just in that moment, Veracruz glanced up and saw the look on your face. However, instead of a boasting feeling of seeing you jealous over another woman, he felt something else inside him. Instead of feeling proud and gloating that something made his Cariño jealous, instead of smirking at the satisfaction, Veracruz felt a tightness in his chest. He thought it would make a fun game for the night: he would pretend to show interest in the woman he used to be with, you could get jealous, and then you would go home and have the most explosive sex yet. Yet, the feeling in his chest were the completely opposite.

Catching his eyes, you quickly looked away and ordered a shot of something to try and drown out your emotions. You slammed the drink down in one gulp and slammed it down onto the bar before ordering another.

But a voice in your ear stopped you, “Are you sure you should be drinking like that, Cariño?” Veracruz purred.

“V…” you turned around, shocked to find him suddenly next to you and Rosalia nowhere to be found.

“Want to get out of here?” he groaned.

“Yes,” you whispered back immediately, thankful he offered to leave before you had to ask.

Veracruz was always more in tune than either of you realized. And he always knew what was best for his Cariño. And as much as he wanted to tease you a bit on the car ride back to his place, Veracruz found that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. And you sat in silence the entire car ride, lost in your own thoughts.

The moment the door shut and Veracruz locked it, it was like a switch flipped in your head. Before he even opened his mouth, you lunged yourself forward, pushing him against the front door.

“Cariño?” he stuttered, finding himself in a rare moment of being caught off guard.

“Don’t speak,” you hissed as you slipped your hands underneath his shirt.

A fire burned behind your eyes as you massaged Veracruz’s pecs for a moment before you slowly dropped down to your knees. Sensing the change in the air, Veracruz smirked as he watched you settle yourself on the ground and unzip his pants.

“Needy tonight, are we?”

You gave him a glance that had the rare effect of silencing him before you freed his cock from the fabric. “Quiet.”

Veracruz couldn’t even form a response before you had his cock in your mouth. He let out a low growl as you started with a fast and harsh pace, liking and nibbling along his length and taking him into your mouth as hard and deep as you could. His knees almost bucked under him from the fervor you sucked at him.

Heat emanated from your body as you devoured the comandante with fervor. All the emotions that you tried to push down bubbled to the surface as you took his length as far as you could into your throat. Tears filled your eyes as the tip hit the back of your throat but you kept going

Veracruz let out a growl as one hand landed on your shoulder while the other dug into your scalp. His eyes involuntarily rolled back into his head as he felt you suck hard around him. A groan reverberated from deep within his throat as you ran your tongue along his shaft and left a nibble on his tip.

“Ay… Fuck… Cariño…”

You hummed around him, opening your eyes for a brief moment to glance up at him. The inferno burned behind Vercaruz’s eyes as he looked down at you, on your knees before him like you had been so many times before.

Closing your eyes, you went back to work, taking him in as far as you could. You were almost to the point of gagging on his cock, yet you kept going. Where words failed you, action spoke loudly enough, and Veracruz heard clearly. Slurping echoed in the room as you bobbed your head up and down, letting his thickness fill your mouth over and over again.

As much as Veracruz enjoyed being in your mouth, and the obvious jealousy that drove you to act this way, this was not how he wanted the night to end. He didn’t want to fill your mouth with his seed, watching you swallow every last drop as you had done so obediently before. No, the way you acted after his ex showed up spanked something within him. And he wanted to feel you around him while you both came together.

“Cariño,” he hissed through his teeth as he yanked you off of his cock.

You let out a questioning hum as you looked up at the comandante with your mouth wide open. Lines of drool spilled from your lips that still connected your bodies. “V?”

Pulling you up to your feet while you were distracted, Veracruz let out a huff, “Is there something bothering you, Cariño?”

You swallowed hard, melting under his gaze, “N-no…” Not even you believed that lie.

He smirked with satisfaction, “As much as I am enjoying your little outburst, Cariño…” he paused as he leaned in and kissed you without warning. He swallowed the gasp you let out as he savored the taste of himself on your tongue. “Jealousy makes you taste so good, Cariño.”

“I’m not jealous,” you murmured.

“Hmf,” Veracruz hummed against your skin, “Why not show me then?” he bucked his hips against yours, “If you will not tell me… Show me.”

A yelp escaped your lips as you found yourself flung away from where you stood. Veracruz growled in both satisfaction and desire as he captured your lips with his own once more. Heavy breaths were all that was heard over the shuffling of your bodies as he led you into the bedroom. Veracruz only broke away from you to strip both you and him, leaving a trail of clothes to his bed. You surrendered yourself to him, allowing him to take control like you trusted him to time and time again.

As soon as you felt the edge of the bed, you were about to throw yourself down so that he could cover you. But, Veracruz stopped you. Instead he spun your bodies around so that as you both launched onto the mattress, you landed on top of him. He looked up at you with a satisfied smirk as you straddled your legs over his body.

“Show me, Cariño,” he growled, “Show me how seeing her made you feel.”

“V…” you breathed as you found yourself looking down at him. It was not an angle that you got to enjoy often, and it was even rarer that he deliberately chose it himself. Yet, there was something undeniably hot about the position, and you felt yourself clench as a rush of heat pulsed through you.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on his chest and gave his pecs a squeeze as you rocked your hips back and forth. Both of you gasped as your cunt dragged along his stomach, and Veracruz could feel the slick wetness that you left behind.

“I know this is not what you want to do to me, Cariño,” Veracruz teased as his hands fell to your hips, “I know there is more to you than this.”

You clenched your jaw and let out a soft growl as you shimmied yourself down slightly. Feeling the warmth of his cock under you, you once more rocked your hips along Veracruz’s body. Only this time, your pussy dragged along the length of his cock. As much as you tried to keep yourself from breaking, you couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt the veins of his cock hit your clit.

“V…”

“Come, Cariño,” he squeezed your hips before his moved his hands to your ass and gave it a slap, “Let me see how you fuck when you are jealous.”

Unable to deny the allegation once more, you gulped as you lifted your hips. Moving as if you were in a trance by his words, you sank down onto Veracruz’s cock. A gasp left you breathless as you felt the familiar stretch of his thickness take you inch by inch.

This time it was different, though. This time, you felt more of a comfort in the burn of his cock into you. It was that connection that you craved, that you needed to feel. You needed to feel him around you, to know that he was there. Somehow, Veracruz was able to sense that, and he knew exactly what you needed before you even did.

“V,” you moaned as you started to ride his cock.

You started slowly at first, lifting and lowering yourself as the tip massaged your inner walls over and over again. But, feeling that desperation quickly rise as the thought of someone else doing this for him, something else took you over. You moved faster, bouncing on his cock harder.

Veracruz watched your display with fire in his eyes. Between the way your face twitched in pleasure and watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again, it drove Veracruz wild in the best way possible. And when you slammed yourself down onto him as hard as you could, both of you moaned in pleasure.

You kept yourself close to his body as you leaned over. Instead of bouncing up and down, you rocked back and forth. The feeling of his length hitting your sweet spot combined with the way your clit rubbed against the bone of his hip made you cry out in ecstasy.

“Cariño…” Veracruz growled as he ran his hands up your sides.

In a flash, you suddenly found yourself on your back with the comandante on top of you. His hands never left your body and he never pulled out of you as he flipped you over in a flash with every ounce of strength he had in him.

“Ay! Fuck!” you screamed as Veracruz wasted no time in drilling into you.

He growled a string of curses in Spanish as he pounded into you, feeling your pussy clench around him and your legs on either side of him. Your cries spurred him on just like they did every other night. He even found himself groaning your name as he fucked you as hard as he could.

Your hands dug into his bare shoulders as you felt like you were floating on a cloud. The way Veracruz pounded into you always made you feel weightless, yet clinging to him kept you grounded at the same time. No one ever fucked you like he did, and you knew no one else ever would. From the overwhelming emotions and the way his cock hit your sweet spot over and over again, tears started to fill your eyes.

“V… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“As am I…” he grunted as he yanked you over closer to him, feeling as much of you as he possibly could.

It only took a few more thrusts of his hips for you both to fall apart at the seams. You came with a loud scream of his name, digging your nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Veracruz leaned forward and bit your shoulder to stifle his own groans as he came right behind you, spilling himself to fill you to the brim.

With one last huff, Veracruz pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. For several moments, neither of you moved; both of you were too exhausted to try. But, it was Veracruz who moved first, rolling over to gather you in his arms.

You hummed contently as you settled into his embrace. You were silent for some time, both to recover and to gather your words. “V,” you finally spoke, “I…”

“I know, Cariño,” he interrupted you, deciding he actually didn't need to hear you say it. It would also mean he would have to admit something out loud that he wasn’t ready to. And that he didn’t enjoy seeing you riled up from jealousy as much as he thought he would…

Instead of pushing it, you just sighed contently and closed your eyes as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

Several moment of silence passed, and as soon as Veracruz was sure you were starting to drift off to sleep, he mumbled, “Cariño, know this,” he took a breath, “As much as you are mine,” he enunciated the last word, “I am also yours.”

“I wasn’t worried about you, V…” you yawned, “I was…” you didn’t even finish your thought before sleep finally took you, and you drifted off with a smile on your face and comfort in your heart.

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wannab-urs · 4 months

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Comandante Veracruz Masterlist

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ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴇᴅ ♡♢

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ♡♤ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴ' ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ♡♢ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ, ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ♡♤

𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙎 [ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 1000 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ]

1:07 ɢɪʀʟ

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ᴡᴇʙᴄᴀᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ♡

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴏʀɴᴇ ♡

𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙎 [ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 1000 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ]

ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜꜱ

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ♡ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜꜱ ♡♤ ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ♡♢

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ [ + ʀᴀᴍᴏɴ ɴᴏᴍᴀʀ] ♡ ʜᴀɴɢʀʏ ♡

FICLETS

ᴄᴜᴍ ʀᴀɢ ♡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴏᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ♡ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜʏ ♡

FICLETS

ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ

ONE SHOTS

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛꜱ ♡

WRITING CHALLENGE WRITING CHALLENGE 2.0

PART ONE ; TWO ; THREE ♡♤

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La Petit Mort

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Pairing: Secret Pedro Character x Original Female Character (OFC)

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: A gloved gentleman misses his train and meets and enchanting stranger

Warnings: Sex with black leather gloves, PiV sex, dubious consent, BDSM, use of a crop, titty spanking, pussy spanking, spanking, oral (F! receiving), use of restraints, degradation, sex work, autoerotic asphyxiation, PLEASE READ: TWIST ENDING (Guess the character!)

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He stood stoically, half of his lithe body illuminated by the large, spherical wall sconce. The rest of his body melted into the shadows. The taut, black leather of his gloves creaked as his right hand stretched open and closed, open and closed. With the other hand, he tightened his grip around the handle of his deep, mahogany attaché case. He pursed his lips as he waited among the ever-growing trickle of commuters for the next train.

As the sound of it rushed closer, the trickle intensified to a steady flow. He maneuvered through the crowd, seeking openings that would bring him closer to the edge of the platform where the doors of the train would open. The rumble of the approaching train sent a gust of air that tousled his dark hair over his forehead and brushed through the whiskers of his mustache. More rush hour commuters dashed towards the platform, tightening the open spaces between bodies.

The train finally pulled in and the mad rush of people surged forward. As he tried to force his way through the crowd, a young woman careened into him, pushing both of them away from the platform and back into the crowd.

“Goodness gracious!” She huffed, the waves of her shiny, dark waves falling into her face, “I am so sorry, sir.”

Her warm body pressed against his, leaning forward at the perfect angle for him to catch a glimpse of her. The curve of her supple cleavage was irreverently held by the hint of black lace of her bra. With a gentle assuredness, he moved her off him. His eyes were blessed with a better view of her curves that were accentuated by her perfectly tailored navy blue blouse and her beige pencil skirt.

“It’s fine,” he paused, looking down to see her pushing her waves from her fresh yet elegant face. “Some people can be assholes,”

“I really hope you weren‘t in a hurry,” she said, her eyes softened with empathy as she shifted the weight of her feet to lean towards him again.

She placed a gentle and apologetic hand on his arm before retracting it in quick uncertainty. He smiled, finding a feeling that belied something different from her perfectly sweet face. A giggle arose from her as she scrunched her nose and brushed a few waves behind her ear.

“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” she initiated, her brows soft and expectant, “but would you want to grab a coffee with me?”

Oh she was good, he thought as his eyes continued to peruse the expression she held on her face. She projected an unexpected air of naivete. This was how fools fell in love with her. He smirked at the thought, seeing beneath the facade that she needed more than a poor doting puppy of a man.

“Something tells me you don’t hear the word no very much,” he grinned and then gestured towards the Exit sign. “Lead the way.”

He followed her towards a nearby exit. She walked with a strut not lost on him as he admired the way her skirt hugged her curves almost like a second skin. The view of her derrière in front of him as they ascended the stairs was like his own private show.

They were met by bustling side walks filled with pedestrians, trees hanging over them to listen to their conversations. He moved to find a stride next to her. The way she glided across the pavement next to him parted crowds and turned heads, while making the path before her her own private runway.

“Do you live in the city?“ She asked, her voice tinted with genuine curiosity.

“Upper East Side,” he responded like he was simply stating what day of the week it was.

“A high roller!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening with playful delight. “Well this is my side of town and I just know you’ll love this place.”

She talked a lot, he noted as they found themselves in front an unassuming-on-the--outside coffee shoppe. Its name adorned the old fashioned black eves. Inside revealed an entirely different aesthetic, aside from the rustic stone wall, the counters and chairs were sleek, modern, and minimal. They waited as an ultra modern, but disaffected, young barista served them their overpriced coffee. His new companion never seemed to lose the soft smile on her glossy lips as she spoke to him.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice like velvet and silk caressing his ears, “what do you do?”

“I’m a financial analyst,” he responded plainly, between sips of coffee.

She pouted, resting her eyes for a brief moment on the fingers of his leather gloves before she leaned forward to meet his gaze, “Well that sounds incredibly boring.”

He laughed, bubbles foaming at his mustache as he took another sip of expensive coffee.

As he pulled his cup away, her eyes traveled from where she beheld his rich, brown eyes and then moved to admire his lips. She brought her soft fingertips forward to brush away the foam that dusted the whiskers of his mustache. With unspoken synchronicity, she licked her lips the same time he licked his own. Her touch to his mustache was nearly enough for him to press his lips to her fingertips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, squeezing her small hand making his massive hand seem that much larger. He held her to him when she dared to move her delicate fingers away from his lips.

“I live nearby,” she exhaled as she slipped her fingers between his.

Together, they left. With each step, they burned the pavement with the heat of their desire until they reached her building. The elderly doorman acknowledged the two of them with the tip of his hat. His eyes crinkled, adding wrinkles to their corners as gave him a knowing glance. It was a look that whispered that he was not the first man to have walked with her through the lavish and opulent foyer of her building.

Hands still intimately intertwined, they journeyed floor by floor on the elevator until it stopped with a sing-song chime of an old bell at the fourteenth floor. They dashed down the pretentiously wall-papered hallway until they reached her door.

As soon as they walked in, she led him to her bedroom and sat him at the edge of her bed. With one pull on the zipper at the back of her skirt, the slinky fabric pooled at her feet. The intensity of their locked gazes towards one another never stopped even as she slowly slipped off her silky blue shirt. He pressed his lips together beneath his mustache as he took in the beautiful shape of her body. He sat mesmerized by the way the lace of her brassiere cupped her supple breasts and the way her panties hugged her hips and clung to her pussy where she had grown wet with desire.

“Fuck,” he exhaled as he scanned up the length of her body, “you’re beautiful.”

He slowly rubbed a gloved hand to her thigh, massaging it, until he circled it back to grab a handful of her ass to pull her towards him. He kissed her navel as he gripped her waist with both hands. He slid them slowly upwards until he was squeezing and kneading her breasts against the pretty lace she wore.

The lids of his eyes hung low with dreamlike desire as he freed her nipples from the confines of her bra, licking, flicking, and circling them with his tongue. She threw her head back at the heat of his touch and circled her arms around his neck, coursing her fingers through his dark waves.

He pulled her tightly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he spun her around onto the bed. She pressed herself back into the mattress and waited for his every move.

She lay there like a piece of art ready and willing to be defiled.

He smirked and thought to himself, the anticipation is one of my favorite parts.

He reveled in how she stalked him with her eyes, from the way he carefully took off his tailored, tan coat to how he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt down to the middle of his chest to the way that he rolled up the sleeves with his glove adorned hands using the intense precision of a surgeon. One step forward elicited another twist and wiggle of her hips. A second step garnered another heaving breath. The muscles of his forearms strained as he returned to the edge of the bed, carrying his attaché case with him, setting it next to her. As though he were ready to diffuse a bomb, he opened it to reveal a set of wrist restraints, ankle restraints, a crop, a choker along with other sensual accouterments.

She arched an eyebrow and her eyes glimmered as she licked her lips before teasing him with a playful pout.

“You’re very forward with someone you’ve only just met,” she roused, shifting her hips back and forth on her soft sheets. “How can you be sure I’d be into all this?

The tease. Two can play at that game.

He tilted his head at her and inhaled a deep breath through puckered lips.

“Oh come on,” he dared, “certainly you’ve had clientele with more niche sexual eccentricities.”

A shadow fell over her face for the briefest of moments. It would have gone unnoticed by a casual observer, but both of them knew he was not that type of man. He allowed her to continue her game, amusement filling the lines on his lips.

“What…what are you talking about?” She uttered, her voice trembling, a hint of false indignation floating from her.

“Oh let’s not play coy,” he tutted with disappointment, “not when I’m more than ready and willing for you to take me on as a new client.”

She stiffened at the words, following the movement of his dark gloves as he sat cross legged over next to her. He observed as she pulled her feet closer to her as she leaned forward, still intrigued with his offering.

“And what if my—my books—are closed?” She inquired.

His laugh rose up to the tray ceiling of her apartment, then rested his hand under his chin. The black leather of his glove showed such a stark difference against his skin as she wondered what his hands looked like, what his hands felt like.

“And yet,” he sighed, caressing her ankle and up her calf, “you still made a concerted effort to bring me to your place.”

She leaned forward as she opened her legs a little wider for him, “Well then: my services, my rules.”

“Hm, but you provide the full girlfriend experience, correct?” he sighed as he continued to run his hands up her silky legs until they settled atop the soft, translucent fabric that covered her dewy center.

He lowered his knees to the floor, pulling her abruptly to the edge of the bed. Opening her legs wide, his mustache tickled her through the soft mesh-like fabric of her panties, licking a long, broad stripe along her outer lips.

The soft whine floated from her lips like a song composed just for him in that moment. So beautiful. He licked another stripe just to hear it again.

“Is that enough to seal this business arrangement?”

Through a squirm and wanton, breathy moan, she bucked her hips back towards his pouty lips, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” he uttered, the heat of his breath fluttered against her center.

She paused and settled her eyes to his face, admiring the broadness of his body and the confidence in his posture.

“Yes, sir,” she conceited, adding a tinge of submission to her voice.

“Good girl,” he hummed as he took a pair of ankle and wrist restraints from the attaché case and wrapped them around her appendages. With additional diligence, he fastened them to the antique gold bed frame.

The warmest emanating from her body, lit every nerve ending in his body as each breath she let out became heavier and heavier. She pulled at her wrists and ankles, her body begging for him to use her.

“What’s our safe word?”

“What about---vanilla?” he offered.

“Mmm, that’s an amusing use of the word,” she purred, curling her lips up at their corners.

He wore a smug smile as he searched through his attaché case and returned with a pair of scissors and a mini crop which he set to the right of her thigh. She trembled as he brought the shiny scissors to the fabric that covered her mound. He waited a moment, feeling her breath quicken with panic. As an act of mercy, he pulled the fabric to the side to reveal her center where he took in another taste of her. She gasped and let out a loud exhale as he cut away the fabric with precise snips along the seams. He pushed them away leaving her pussy cool and bare for him.

Following a similar pattern of painstaking care and attention, he cut along where the straps of her brassiere met the lace cups that held her breasts. With a quick touch and gentle fold of the fabric, her tits were free. He began kneading them with his smooth leather clad hands. The hungry growl from his mouth reached her ears before he brought his lips to her breasts, taking her sensitive nub into his mouth, swirling it with tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” she gasped, arching her back towards his mouth in desperation.

He locked her response into his brain with a cock of his eyebrow. His large hands explored the length of her torso. And with a broad stroke of his tongue, he drew a long, slow path down her body. He stopped just before reaching her mound to grab the crop that lay next to her. He caressed it up the center of her body, circling each breast tormenting her with each slow, deliberate move. She arched her back towards him again, pulling on her restraints to reach him. He brought the crop back to his hand, sliding the handle with one supple leather glove, before slapping at her nipples with one quick snap of the handle.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out from the stinging pain which slowly eased into throbs of pleasure.

She drew in her breaths rapidly, wincing and writhing through every subsequent crack of the crop on her tits. He wriggled his jaw and felt his cock twitch each time she cried and moaned for him. He admired the red tint that painted her skin and stroked down the length of her body until he was teasing her pussy with gentle flicks and strokes of his crop. The muscles in his forearms tensed as he applied more pressure to each stroke. The air of her bedroom filled with a litany of her moans punctuated by sharp gasps and yelps that paired with each slap he made to her pussy.

“Vanilla!” she cried out after one particularly sharp crack of his crop. “Please, vanilla! I can’t!”

Tears began to slip from the corners of her eyes as she fought to regain her composure. A look of sympathy enveloped his face as he looked on how pitifully she lay for him, desperate for a softer touch. With roguish confidence, he slowly began to rid himself of the confines of his white dress shirt. A deep sigh of relief washed over her as she was left entranced by the vision of his bare chest and broad shoulders. Each muscle moved over the other as he carefully folded his shirt and placed it on top of his coat before he returned to her.

His gloved hands embraced the outside of her thighs as he drew his face closer to her center, admiring how it glistened for him. He breathed in her intoxicating scent before he buried his face in her pussy with slow, even, and meditative breaths. Through his touch in union and with her movements, he felt her breath match his. He let his heat soothe her where he had left his mark. And with one slow, broad stroke of his tongue against her sensitive center, she shuddered.

“Oh my god” she cried, her hips bucking up to his mouth as the metal of the bed rattled.

“Fuck, are you this responsive with your other clients?” he uttered, keeping his lips close to her pussy but not touching it.

She whined, wiggling in his hands, only making him push down harder on her thighs.

“It wasn’t a rhetorical question,” he stated, the heat of his breath warming her folds again. “How many of them make you feel this good?”

The way she continued to writhe and fight against the squeeze of his leathered covered grip revealed her desperate attempt to not to give him the satisfaction. To spark encouragement within her, he gifted her one longer, slower, and deeper stroke of his tongue. It evoked a moan that leapt from the depths of her throat that was determined to remain uncontained.

“None of them!” she admitted, her skin rosy with the glow of sex and embarrassment.

His skin warmed when he saw how the flush of her embarrassment spread from her face to the length of her body like a wave, brushing every inch of her in the prettiest shade of pink. His cock stretched the fabric of his trousers trying to reach for her. He expected a little more restraint from himself, but couldn’t resist pressing his tongue through her folds again to savor the taste of her. He pushed in deeper until his nose pressed against her mound licking up and down, sending her moans louder and louder towards the ceiling. He sucked on her folds that were wet with his saliva and her sex. He licked precise circles on her clit until he found himself interchanging his tight circles with a few zealous sucks of her sensitive knot. Close to her highest point of pleasure, she let out a high-pitched yelp when he suddenly let go.

“No!” she pleaded, pulling at her restraints. “Please don’t stop!”

The way she begged drew a deep, carnal laughter from his chest. Feeling generous, he satisfied the hunger of her tortured anticipation by sucking on her clit one more time insistent on driving her to a place of pleasure she’d never known before. The bed frame shook as she moaned deep from her throat, pulling helplessly at the bindings that held her.

“Oh god, I’m not—this isn’t like me!” She insisted, as the blush of her skin somehow became brighter as she used all her might to regain her composure. “What’s happening to me?”

He pushed himself up from the bed, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he did. The front of his pants were left wrinkled and stretched with his cock fighting to come out. The high thread count bed sheets were left crumpled where he had rested in reverence of her pussy.

“Such a sweet, sweet girl,” he teased as she shifted her hips on the sheets.

Like an animal stalking its prey, he walked the perimeter of the bed. Mercifully, he removed the restraints from the metal bed frame, carefully unlatching each one from her wrists and her ankles.

Immediately, she knocked her knees together and brought one hand to her chest while the other rested dramatically at her forehead. She caressed her nipples, slowly sliding them down to her wet center as she watched him like under some kind of enchantment.

He looked down upon her naked form, brimming with arrogance. The best way he knew to respond was to remove his belt in an agonizingly slow manner. He let its polished brown leather glide through the pliant, black leather of his gloved hands. The familiar sound of his slacks and boxer briefs falling to the floor filled the otherwise quiet room. He could practically hear her pant in indulgent anticipation as he slid a condom over his thick, pulsing cock.

He slinked over the sheets towards her, using the muscles of his bare muscular thighs to push her legs open for him. He watched as her eyes opened wide for him in trepidation and excitement as she felt the warmth of the leather gloves play at her folds. With each ministration of his fingers he applied more pressure, sending her brain and body into a quiet frenzy. The flexible warmth of his leather clad fingers along her outer folds were simultaneously firm and cushioned. He traversed the length of her body as he crawled on top of her, his length needy and throbbing. He looked at her with his large, brown eyes shone like a bright beacon holding her in.

“What’s with the glove fetish?”

Ah. There it was. She finally asked.

Their chests heaved in unison as she pushed her body up to meet his. Slowly, he ran his hands up to her arms pressing her arms above her on the bed.

“Heightens the anticipation,” he replied as he brought his hands back down to her chest. “Stay still, doll.”

She listened like an obedient pet as he slowly brought his hands just below her jaw. A brief glint of fear appeared in her eyes.

“Shh, sweet girl,” he said as he wrapped them tighter around her neck. “You can trust me.”

He squeezed tighter, his erection growing with each shade of red with her face turned. She gasped, gripping at his arms pleading and beginning to fight underneath him.

“V…Va…ni…va!” she whimpered.

I love it when they fight.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline and desire flow through him, he let go of her neck leaving her shaking with a few errant coughs. Taking his teeth to a finger of his left glove he set his hand free, not even giving her a moment to compose herself before his fingers pushed deep into her weeping center.

“Oh god, oh my god!” She wailed, shaking as he fucked her with his fingers coating them with her sex until she was panting and sobbing in ecstasy. “Fuuuuck!”

A wicked smile crept across his lips, curling up the left side of his face.

“I told you,” he said with a voice so deep, powerful, and persuasive that her entire body trembled from the sound and the force of her orgasm. “There’s nothing that feels quite like it.”

He drew circles over the outer lips of her pussy, gathering evidence of her sex on the fingertips of his remaining glove. An exquisite heat filled the path he drew with his fingers from her center to her mouth, tracing the border of her lips.

“Pull the glove off,” he demanded.

Eager to obey, she brought her hands to his wrist beginning to remove the black leather from his hands.

“Ah, tsk, no! No hands.” He scolded her in voice so disapproving she wanted nothing more than to please him. “Use your mouth.”

Flushed and yearning for him, she obeyed, using her teeth to pull each finger until she held the discarded leather in her mouth. He shook his head in disbelief, impressed by the show she was putting on for him. He leaned his body into hers licking up her neck until their mouths were locked in a sensual kiss.

“Turn over,” he moaned into her ear.

She did as she was told once again. Her chest and stretched out arms clung to the cool sheets as he traced his hands over the length of her torso and squeezed her ass. It was round and positioned so perfectly. With a loud, firm smack of his hand he spanked her, conjuring a luxurious moan from her pretty lips.

The throbbing anticipation was only satisfied when he lined the tip of his thick cock and pushed through her folds, letting out a guttural moan as he gripped her hips, feeling how tight and swollen she was for him. Her hips rocked with the force of his rhythmic thrusts in and out, in and out. The grip her pussy had on his thick cock became impossibly tighter as they continued in worship of each other's bodies.

“Oh, ahh god,” she cried into the sheets, her body shifting and quaking with each movement. “So—ah—so fucking—good.”

The color of her knuckles were white from how hard she clutched her sheets as he pumped his hips against hers like he was trying to break through an invisible barrier. The heat built over and over across her chest. Her pussy vibrated and shuddered so close to losing all control as his balls slapped against her body.

“Fucking tight!!” He gritted his teeth as his thrusts became more frantic. “Oh fuck, doll!”

The bed shook with her body as he pounded into her with the last of his strength. They cried out together filling the air of her perfectly pretty room with the dirtiest deeds, the dirtiest words, but with the purest form of pleasure. They collapsed onto the bed, leaving the mattress slightly askew: an immediate casualty of their act. Their bodies were a heap of sweat and rapid breaths as they tried to recover. He offered her another wicked smile before graciously kissing her with his soft, pillowy pout.

I will be merciful today.

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“AND CUT SCENE!”

Lights brightened and a few quiet feet shuffled around as the director stared at the back of the camera.

“You guys, that was incredible!!!” The director said with a hushed sense of amazement permeating his voice.

He waved towards a quiet woman with wide set brown eyes, and alarmingly straight hair. She stood like an awkward statue in the corner of the room holding a pile of blankets. The woman, an intimacy coordinator, shuffled her way towards the actors as they sat up, still recovering from their very unsimulated moment of on screen passion.

“You ok?” The mustached man asked his beautiful costar, touching her reassuringly on her elbow and up to her shoulder. “It wasn’t too much?”

“Hmm,” she smiled, gently rubbing his large hand with hers. “I think you know I’m more than OK, Dieter.”

Dieter grabbed a blanket that was on top of the pile being held by the dwarf-like intimacy coordinator, wrapping it securely around his scene partner. She looked up at him, green eyes shining. He held her gaze on her, his dimples prominent as he smiled. His eyes twinkled as he removed the condom and absent-mindedly discarded it in a trash can the intimacy coordinator overzealously presented to him.

“Maybe we can do this again without that,” she suggested as she stood close, her eyebrows raised and eyes shifting toward the direction of the discarded protection. “And without the cameras and extra eyes.”

A grin danced across his lips as he looked at her, holding his blanket close to him. He parted from her with a lingering embrace and with the magical feel like they were the only two in the room.

“Hi Mr. Bravo,” the intimacy coordinator approached them, “I’m just making sure that everything is ok…that you felt, um..safe and comfortable.”

Dieter wrinkled his brow incredulously and fought hard against revealing a snarl on his lips “Um fuck yeah! More than fine.”

He pressed his lips together, walking off quickly towards a bathroom that served as a makeshift dressing room. The intimacy coordinator was left staring back at him, her eyes glued to his form like lasers set to a target.

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Dieter stood at the train platform, rubbing his tired eyes after a long day on set as he waited for the next train. Too tired to be pretentious about fans who recognized him, he posed for photos contorting his face into goofy smiles. Too tired to push off a fan who hugged him a little too long. Too tired to notice the ominous specter of a girl with wide-set brown eyes and alarmingly straight hair as she stood watching him under the shadows cast by a lamplight wringing a pair of black leather gloves in her spindly hands.

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din asks you to buy something for him at the local markets.

✦ Bound in Beskar : din djarin x f!reader

A down on her luck traveler finds employment with a gruff Mandalorian. He's quiet and reserved, she's resourceful and quick witted, and things are heating up in the forge... one can only imagine what happens in this tale of lust and steel.

JOEL MILLER

★✦ Oh Honey : monster!joel miller x mortician!reader ongoing ^ chapter 5 coming soon

★✦ Every Now and Then : joel miller x f!reader ongoing ^ chapter 2 coming soon

✦ Pretty in Pink : joel miller x f!reader

you and joel have been trying for a baby for a while now, you're skeptical when you get advice from a friend but you're willing to try anything at this point.

✦ The Dragonfly & The Moon : joel miller x f!reader

you and joel decide to take the next step in your relationship.

My Sister Lives in the Attic : joel miller x f!reader

a short story about grief.

AGENT WHISKEY

✦ Ride Cowgirl! : jack daniels x f!reader

you like to make bets with your coworker for simple things, what happens when he decides he wants to raise the stakes?

𓅫✦ More & More & More : jack daniels x f!reader

jack likes to push things.

FRANCISCO MORALES

𓅫✦ A Little Mishap : frankie morales x f!reader

you and frankie return to base camp after an unsuccessful mission, each of you blaming the other for the outcome.

JAVIER PEÑA

✦ Constructive Criticisms : javier peña x f!reader

javier peña has been a thorn in your side for months, the last thing you need is for him to find out you write dirty fanfiction

EZRA

𓅫✦ The Thing That Gives : ezra x f!reader

tentacles, tentacles, and more tentacles.

EXTRAS :

drabbles: (under 1k words)

✦ sub!din x f!reader

✦ dieter bravo x f!reader

✦ comandante veracruz x f!reader

#lincolndjarin #masterlist

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flightlessangelwings · 4 months

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The Bet

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

Word count-2.7k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), pegging, anal, switching, oral (f receiving), overstim, slight roughness, established relationship and safe words, praise, no use of y/n

Notes- For Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign! This was very fun to write and also a challenge to make it in character and believable for Veracruz! But I think I accomplished that and I'm very happy with how this turned out! Enjoy!

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“Relax, Comandante,” you cooed.

Veracruz only growled as he gritted his teeth.

You smirked, “I thought you were a man of your word, V.”

“Yes, cariño,” he grumbled. It was a bet he never thought he would lose… and he lost, putting him on his knees in front of you. He never thought he would find himself in this situation, which is why he took the bet in the first place. He thought it was a sure thing for him. Yet his pride couldn’t deny you your winnings. And he also couldn’t help but notice you were a little too excited to be able to do this to him.

“Trust me, V,” you whispered softly as you pulled your fingers out of Veracruz. You had spent extra time working him open, making sure he was ready for your strap. You had asked how he wanted to position himself, and he chose to be on his hands and knees. As much as you would have liked for your comandante to lay on his back so you could see his face, you understood that this was a lot for him. It was vulnerable enough for Veracruz to even allow you to fuck his ass, and you couldn’t ask any more of him.

He groaned as he felt you position yourself at his entrance. Veracruz closed his eyes and hisses as he felt the unfamiliar stretch of something new. You worked slowly, just pushing the tip of your strap into his entrance as you watched every muscle in your comandante’s body tighten. It was a role reversal you never thought would happen, and so many thoughts and emotions ran through you as you inched the toy deeper and deeper into him.

Caressing his body to try and ease the momentarily discomfort, you leaned forward and murmured in his ear, throwing a few familiar of the comandante’s words back at him, “You know the word if you need it.”

Veracruz groaned, “I think,” he gasped as you pushed the strap more into him, “You are enjoying this a little too much, cariño.”

You only huffed, hiding the smirk from his gaze as he dropped his face onto the mattress. Truthfully, you were enjoying this, but not for the reason Veracruz’s assumed. This was because you wanted to know he would trust you in the same way you trusted him. You placed your body in his hands almost nightly now, and some of the things you both enjoyed doing required that level of care. With this reversal, he told you that he was as safe with you as you were with him.

And it meant more than words could express to you.

Veracruz grunted as your hips met his, the warmth of your skin contrasting the coolness of the strap that entered him. You stilled yourself for a moment to allow him to adjust, and you ran your hands along the bare skin of his ass and thighs as you waited.

“Move, cariño,” he ordered through gritted teeth.

“I thought I was in charge right now, V,” you quipped back.

He rolled his eyes as he adjusted his position to be more comfortable, “You are enjoying this way too much, cariño,” Veracruz replied in a sure tone.

In response, you rocked your hips back just slightly and then thrust forward again, eliciting a groan from his lips. You let out a whine of your own at the sound he made and repeated the motion. Running your hands across his back, you started to pick up your pace, mesmerized by the way the toy disappeared inside of your comandante over and over again.

Veracruz’s groans filled the room as he surrendered himself to you. It was the last position he thought he would find himself in, yet he couldn’t find any complaints. With every thrust, his resolve crumbled more, and his eyes rolled back every time the strap was fully sheathed inside of him. You moaned softly as you thrust your hips harder, mimicking the way he always fucked you.

As you pumped your strap in and out of him in a slow yet harsh rhythm, Veracruz realized something: you genuinely wanted this to feel good for him. This wasn’t any sort of payback for how hard he liked to fuck you. No, you wanted him to enjoy this. And he could tell you were enjoying yourself by the way you moaned softly, even with nothing inside you and the only stimulation on your clit being when you thrust fully inside him.

With that realization, Veracruz let out the most obscene sound he ever made in his life. He wasn’t even sure where it came from, but he felt overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotions that crashed through him as you fucked him. And it only heightened when you reached around and wrapped your hand around his cock.

“That’s it V,” you purred as you listened to the chorus of sounds he let out.

Skin slapped against skin as you rocked your hips back and forth, driving the strap deep inside Veracruz every time. He groaned as tingles of pleasure ran up his spine with every thrust of your hips, and a string of curses flowed from his lips.

“That’s my strong, Comandante,” you encouraged him while you pumped his cock faster, squeezing every spot you knew he liked. Because as well as he knew your body, you also knew his. You knew what drove him crazy, you knew exactly where to squeeze to make his eyes roll back in his head.

“Fuck… Cariño…�� Veracruz growled as he felt his climax quickly approach.

But when you murmured his real name in his ear, the comandante lost it. As you drove the strap as deep as you possibly could, squeezing his cock and rubbing the trip with your thumb at the same time, he exploded. With a loud growl, Veracruz came hard, splashing the sheets below him as well as his own chest with his seed. His arms and legs trembled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into him, giving him the strongest orgasm of his life.

Veracruz’s mind went blank, something that never happens to him. You kept up your pace, working him through his climax with soft coos of encouragement until he collapsed down onto the bed.

He flopped forward with an exasperated sigh, pulling your strap out of him in the process. Veracruz grunted as he laid on his stomach in his own release, taking deep breaths to slow his pounding heart. From behind him, he heard you shuffle as you took off the strap before you laid down next to him.

“V?” you whispered as you brushed a lock of hair off the side of his face, “Are you alright?” you asked, “You good?”

He groaned as he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. He never allowed himself to be vulnerable with anyone like that before, but it made him realize something else. Veracruz truly understood what it took for you to be so vulnerable with him. He knew it wasn’t weakness that you showed by submitting yourself to his whims. And he also knew that you didn’t think him weak for submitting himself to you now. In fact, you both knew it was the opposite.

Burying his feelings down, Veracruz grumbled as he flipped himself over onto his back and reached out for you. You let out a squeal of surprise at his sudden burst of strength and suddenly found yourself on top of him. Veracruz looked up at you for a moment as you straddled his waist. For a moment, both of you froze.

The heat in the room stabbed at both of your bare-skinned bodies, yet it didn’t bother either of you. Heavy breaths filled the air between you as you looked at each other in silence. Your chests rose and fell with each breath, exhaling in a heavy sigh each time. Neither you nor Veracruz communicated through words what you were feeling, but you knew from the look in each of your eyes what you were thinking. It was how it worked between the two of you- more action than words.

Veracruz was the first to move, the first to go into action again. He grabbed you and yanked you down, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. You moaned into him as you rested your hands on his chest, gently kneading his pecs while you tasted him on your tongue. Veracruz’s hands roamed all over your body, caressing and squeezing your sides, your ass, your breasts…

“Ven aquí, cariño,” Veracruz groaned against your lips as his hands landed on your ass. He gripped it firmly, causing you to moan before you realized he was pushing you upwards, “Arriba,” he commanded.

Swallowing hard, you nodded before you shuffled yourself up his body. Feeling bold, you paused when your pussy reached his chest, and you decided to lower yourself for a moment, grazing yourself along his skin. You whimpered softly as the heat from his chest warmed you from your core, and you felt the way his eyes bore into you as his gaze pointed. As he watched you rock yourself along his chest, he growled, causing you to gasp as you clit rubbed against his skin.

“You think you are cute, cariño?” Veracruz smirked. His eyes gave him away though- he was enjoying the little show you put on.

And you knew his tell by now, “You like it,” you whispered. A statement. You were feeling bold after he allowed you to fuck his ass. Leaning forward, you hovered your lips over his, teasing him. Yes, you were enjoying this… but so was he.

Veracruz smacked your ass hard in response, jolting you forward and crashing your lips into his. Veracruz took your lips possessively, kissing you deeply. His tongue immediately darted past your lips so he could taste you. Veracruz swallowed the moan you let out as he savored you and ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing your body with his calloused hands and making you moan more.

As he broke away from the kiss, Veracruz could see how your pussy glistened from the way you rode his chest, but there was something else he wanted you to ride. “Come here,” he growled as he tugged at your body, urging you to shimmy your way to his face faster.

Just as you were about to come back with a smart response, you reached his face with your knees framing his head. Veracruz wasted no time, and the moment your pussy was close enough, his mouth was on it. You cried out at the sudden harsh stimulation, almost forgetting about your own need while you fucked your comandante with the strap. Now you understood how he could go so long, making you cum over and over again before he even thought about his own release.

But the sensations hit you like a freight train. Veracruz lapped at your folds, licking and sucking at your clit with fervor. You immediately lost the strength in your arms and you collapsed down onto your elbows as you swam in pleasure. Your legs trembled on either side of Veracruz’ face as the sounds of his slurping echoed.

“Fuck… V…” you whined as you felt your skin tingle.

Your climax hit without warning and you came hard, gushing onto his face. You thought you were going to fully flop down onto your stomach, but Veracruz’ strong grip kept your hips up over his face. And he didn’t let up even as your orgasm subsided.

Gripping the sheets, you knew he wasn’t finished with you yet. And you knew this was revenge for fucking his ass. Yet it didn’t feel like revenge as your second climax hit right behind the frist, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

“V…” you moaned as you dropped your head down, muffling your screams as you bit the sheets.

He squeezed your ass in response before his hands ran down your thighs and slapped them. Veracruz paused for a moment, giving you the choice you always had: say your word and end it all or keep going. Because no matter how much he took control, ultimately, it was always up to you whether you took what he gave you or not. It was always your choice. Just like it was his to give it to you. Just like it was his to let you fuck his ass.

You whimpered into the mattress, but said nothing, and the comandante took it as his que to continue. He started back with his tongue on your clit just as harshly as before, not letting up even though you’d cum twice already.

“Fuck! Comandante!” you screamed as you lifted your head to breathe. Even while he was below you, Veracruz was in completely control, not letting you go until he was satisfied.

Veracruz groaned into you as the taste of you drove him wild. So wild in fact that his cock hardened again despite how hard he came. Part of him thought he miscalculated in not having you face the other way so he could fuck your face while he devoured you, but he wasn’t going to break away from you now.

Instead, Veracruz let one hand off of you to pump his own cock while his tongue ran up and down your folds. He growled into you as his cock felt sore, just as your cunt did. But he was too lost in the moment to care.

Faintly, you heard the slick sound of Veracruz pumping his own cock over your moans, and it sent a pulse right to your pussy. You cried out loudly as he hummed into you, pushing you close to the edge once more.

“V…” you whimpered before you came for the third time, gushing so hard you heard the trickling of you release into his skin.

It only made Vercaruz more turned on as he pumped his cock harder. And yet, he still didn’t release your pussy from his mouth, and he kept working at your overly sensitive clit until you came one last time with a soft whimper. Your legs trembled on either side of his head as you fought to keep your knees from collapsing.

And that was when the comandante came again, groaning into you as he splashing himself once more.

Exhausted, both you and Veracruz couldn’t keep yourself up any longer and with a gasp you both flopped down. You lunged forward onto your stomach and his arms flopped to his sides. Heavy breathing filled the room again as you both recovered. Sweat and cum glistened over both your bodies as the smell of sex permeated the room.

Veracruz was the first to move once more, pushing himself up to lay next to you, “Cariño…” he murmured as he rolled you onto your side and tucked you into his embrace.

You sighed contently as you laid on his chest, taking a deep breath, “I’m alright,” you whispered as you savored the way he cradled your body. You stayed like that for several moments before your brain caught up to you, “Wait, shouldn’t I be taking care of you tonight after…?”

He let out a short snort, “You already did, cariño,” he told you.

You hummed with a smile on your face as you listened to the sound of his heart and traced random patterns on his chest, “I think you enjoyed yourself, Comandante,” you broke the silence.

Veracruz huffed, “You do taste good, cariño.” He knew exactly what you meant, and he knew you knew that. You chose not to challenge it though and just left it alone. You knew in his own way, he said what you wanted to know.

Together, the two of you laid on the bed, both too exhausted to care about the sticky mess that covered both your bodies. His arms stayed tightly around you, holding you close as both your heart beats slowly returned to normal. That was until Veracruz broke the silence with a low voice.

“I would not be opposed to trying that again, cariño.”

You smirked in satisfaction against his chest.

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wannab-urs · 1 year

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Vete a la Mierda | Veracruz x Reader

I wrote a dark little drabble because I'm obsessed with @toxicanonymity and my friends encouraged me.

I know it's not my usual content so don't feel bad for not reading it, dear followers.

Also sorry if my Spanish sucks. It's half my own knowledge and half frantic googling.

Summary: You are a member of Espada Ardiente and Veracruz is trying to torture the location of your base out of you.

Word count: 550

Warnings: MDNI | 18+ | bloodplay, knifeplay, choking, bondage, reader gets hit, some biting, dub con bc she's his prisoner but like... she's fully into it, threatening language, fingering.

Please heed the warnings, dolls!

You’re tied to a chair, completely naked, in a tent miles into the Colombian jungle where no one will ever hear you scream.

Comandante Veracruz sits nestled between your bare thighs, the tip of a large hunting knife digging into your flesh. Little rivulets of blood run down your legs where he’s been carving you up.

“Dónde está la puta base? He wants to know the location of Espada Ardiente’s base and he’s not going to get it.

“ándate a la mierda!” you spit in his face.

Veracruz chuckles, wipes his cheek and drags his hand to his mouth, sucking your saliva off his fingers. Flipping the knife in his hand so that he’s holding the blade flat between his thumb and forefinger, he nestles the handle against your pussy.

“Dónde está la puta base?” He wiggles the knife up and down, until it slips inside you. You can’t stop the little whimper that escapes your lips.

He pauses and pulls the knife handle out of you. “Te gusta eso, la chica sucia?”

You don’t answer, but he can see the shine of your slick on his knife. “Si?”

He wraps his hand around the blade and starts fucking you on the handle in earnest. You writhe against your restraints, trying to bear down on his knife even harder. His palm is flayed open, blood running down the blade and soaking your pussy even more. He doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he likes the pain.

“Más, por favor, más,” you beg through gritted teeth.

He chuckles again, “Dime, o puedo simplemente voltear este cuchillo, si no me das lo que quiero.”

“Irse al diablo,” you gasp out. Your eyes roll back in your head as your cunt flutters around the knife handle, but before the coil of pleasure in your belly snaps, he pulls the knife from you, tossing it on the ground.

He wraps his unmarred hand around your throat and squeezes until you see stars. He shoves two bloodied fingers into your slick heat and curls his fingers into your g spot over and over.

“Esto es lo que quieres? Quieres correr?”

“Si! Si! Por favor!” you beg, too far gone to pretend you’re not about to come all over his thick fingers.

He slips in a third finger and drops his mouth to suck at your clit. His teeth latch on to the sensitive bud and suddenly you cry out. You squirt all over his hand, your release mingling with the blood coating his hand and your thighs.

With a glint of pure evil in his eye, Veracruz shoves his blood and slick soaked fingers into your mouth and brings his other hand up to your throat. You keep your eyes locked on his as you lick and suck at his fingers, tasting yourself and the sharp iron of your commingled blood.

“Me vas a responder ahora.”

You bite down hard on his fingers and he cries out. He slams your head into the back of the chair with his hand around your throat, rips his fingers from your mouth and slaps you.

He picks up the knife again, holding the sharp edge against your thigh, “Te preguntaré una vez más, cariño. ¿Dónde está la base?”

You smirk at him, a glint in your eye.

“Vete a la mierda.”

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Translations:

Dónde está la puta base? - Where is the fucking base

ándate a la mierda! - Fuck you (kinda)

Te gusta eso, la chica sucia - you like this, dirty girl?

Si? - you do?

Más, por favor, más, - More, please, more

Dime, puedo simplemente voltear este cuchillo, si no me das lo que quiero. - Tell me. I'll turn this knife around if you don't give me what I want

Irse al diablo, - go to hell

Esto es lo que quieres? Quieres correr? - This what you want? You want to come?

Si! Si! Por favor! - yes, yes please!

Me vas a responder ahora. - You’re going to answer me now.

Te preguntaré una vez más, cariño. ¿Dónde está la base? I’ll ask you one more time darling. Where is the base?

Vete a la mierda. - Fuck you.

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morallyinept · 8 months

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oscarseyebrow · 1 year

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as 2022 has come to an end, the fandoms family 🫰🫰discord server took part in a little ‘hall of fame’ event, in which they were encouraged to recommend their own work that they were proud of from this year, as well as recommending others they had enjoyed, too.

it was lovely to see so much positivity and praise for our fandoms and i’ve been very excited to share these with you! if you would like to get involved and join our server, please drop me a message and i can send you the invite link.

now, without further ado, i hope you enjoy these recommendations as much as we have! please remember to check all warnings listed on individual fics/artwork.

fanfiction

Souls Heal Less Readily - @words-are-fireproof | Javier Pena x F Reader

The Favorite - @flightlessangelwings | Javier Peña x F Reader x Comandante Veracruz

Let Go - @flightlessangelwings | Joel Miller x F Reader

Notes on Tutoring - @honestly-shite | Dave York x F Reader

Adversity - @the-ginger-hedge-witch | Frankie x Ezra x F Reader

La Estrella de mi Vida - @flightlessangelwings | Javi Gutiérrez x F Reader Haalur - @words-are-fireproof | Din Djarin x F Reader

Enkindle - @oscarseyebrow | Din Djarin x F Reader

Fragments - @einno-arko | Din Djarin x F Reader

Seed Pearls - @zinzinina | Din Djarin x F Reader

Mutual - @the-scandalorian | Din Djarin x F Reader

Between The Wars - @mylifeisactuallyamess | General Hux x GN Reader

Upon the Throne - @saradika | Boba Fett x F Reader x Fennec Stand

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing - @eupheme | Obi-Wan x F Reader

Aphelion - @oscarseyebrow | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Pink and Blue Ribbon - @the-little-ewok | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Holiday - @dailyreverie | Poe Dameron x Reader

Homecoming - @astroboots | Frankie Morales x F Reader x Santiago Garcia

Mythos - @acourtofsnakes | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

Undercurrent - @oscarseyebrow | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

A Suitable Arrangement - @moon-kn1ght | Billy Russo x F Reader (x Frank Castle)

Yuánfèn - @writerwrites | Steve Rogers x Reader

Darkness At The Edge - @moon-kn1ght | Matt Murdock x F Reader

A Lizard Dog, A Banana Boat, And a Cassette Tape - @pumpkin-stars | Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

Darkness At The End of My Love - @acourtofsnakes | Eddie Munson x Reader

Penny For Your Thoughts - @eupheme | Alfred Pennyworth x F Reader

It's Meant To Feel That Way - @writerwrites | Andy Barber x Reader

Reunion - @pumpkin-stars | Geralt of Rivia x GN Reader

artwork

Steven Grant - @pumpkin-stars

Weeknights Frankie - @mjpens

Space Sisters - @manofbeskar

Din Djarin in the waters of Mandalore - @mjpens

Don't be afraid - @stealyourblorbos

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iamasaddie · 5 months

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fic author self rec

rules: when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

thank you @milla-frenchy and @janaispunk for tagging me!

It was hard for me to choose my favorite fics from my own, but it was nice analyzing my works and rereading some of them to create this list

so here it is in no particular order

I WISH THAT I WAS GOOD ENOUGH | javi peña x f!reader

my first full-sized Javi one shot that turned out better than I expected. i plan on revisiting it and writing part 2, so check it out if you like FWB trope!

LOST IN THE DARK | joel miller x f!reader

a series that i never planned. this work is very much me on a plate. i hold it dear to my heart and i am both terrified to finish it, and can’t wait to let them go.

ONE MORE NIGHT IN DORNE | oberyn martell x f!reader

genuinely love this work. my hands were itching to write a sweet and depraved Oberyn who had a little affair with his made. rereading it made me wanna come back to it and maybe even write a part two. a treat for overstimulation fans <3

NO ERES TÚ (SOY YO) | frankie morales x f!reader

toxic relationship, frankie x insane obsession and fear of losing triggered by PTSD? yes, please. truly glad that my brain farted this pretty thing out and i wasn’t afraid to post it. WE NEED MORE DARK FRANKIE!

WHATEVER YOU WANT | veracruz x f!reader

there are like 7 people in Veracruz fandom but idgaf. this man is the outlet for my darkest fics, and i love him for that. even if you’re not a fan of him but ready to read some DDDNE check this work out. it was also my first truly dark work and i’m very proud of it

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tagging: @kewwrites ; @wintrwinchestr ; @nerdieforpedro ; @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin ; @beefrobeefcal sorry if you’ve done it already 🤍

#pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #javi peña x f!reader #comandante veracruz x reader #oberyn martell x f!reader #frankie morales x f!reader #joel miller x you #javi peña x you #comandante veracruz x you #oberyn martell x you #frankie morales x you #iamasaddie fic

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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My Dark Angel

Pairings: Veracruz x f!reader

Warnings: violence against women, domestic abuse, cursing, gun violence, death of character, angst, fluff.

Summary: Your a nurse at the Comandante’s camp and over the months he’s fallen in love. What happens when he finds out your in an abusive relationship?

A/N: this was a request by the lovely @colorlesswhispersunknown I hope you enjoy ☺️

Comments and reblogs are really appreciated 🥰

Moving around was difficult today, the bruises on your ribs causing you to wince when you made any sudden movements. You’ve been avoiding the Comandante, knowing he would be suspicious of your behaviour, but your efforts were in vein as he struts into your tent, a cut on his face.

“Hola bebita, I haven’t seen you around today.”

“I’ve been busy, you know working.”

“Such a smart mouth! I could put it to better use hermosa.”

“I bet you could. So what happened? Another fight?”

“I cannot help if the are all idiotas.” You walk around grabbing what you need, the heat of his gaze sending a spark straight to your core. Fuck! The alcohol you need is on the top shelf and there is no way you were grabbing it without Veracruz finding out your hurt.

“Can you grab that for me el viejo!” You say it with a hint of a smile on your face and he raises his eyebrow at you.

“Who are you calling old man bebita.” His chest is flush against your back, his breath hit on your neck.

“Come by my tent tonight bebita, I’ll show you who is old.”

He grabs the alcohol and hands it to you before taking his seat again. As you walk towards him he notices your slower than usual but doesn’t think much of it.

“This is going to sting a little.” You gently place the cotton pad against his cut and he hissed through his teeth as the alcohol stings.

“M’sorry.”

“Nothing for you to be sorry about hermosa. It was no your fault.” You examine it to see if he needs stitches but thankfully it’s not deep, so you clean it up and cover it. Your touch is gentle on his face and he looks at you with adoration in his eyes, not that you notice. While your placing the plaster on his cheek your top rolls down and you can feel him go rigid beside you. Looking at him you see his gaze focused on your arm, and you quickly go to cover it when he stops you.

“What is this?”

“It’s nothing, just I fell the other day cleaning at home and…”

“Do no give me that bullshit! Who did this?”

You try to think of something but your both interrupted when Carlos barges into the tent.

“There you are, why aren’t you at home yet? I’m hungry, you need to cook dinner.”

Veracruz grips your wrist tight, not enough to hurt and he growls at Carlos before standing and pulling you close.

“So you’re the cabrón who put those bruises on Y/N!”

“Who the fuck are you? Y/N get over here now, we’re leaving.”

You pull away from Veracruz to grab your coat and bag but he blocks you, a look of concern in his eyes.

“You don’t need to go with him, did he do that to you?” Your eyes drift to Carlos, “bebita do not look at him, look at me. Did he do that?” You simply nod and he kisses the top of your head before turning towards your boyfriend.

“She is not going with you so leave now or I will not be responsible for what I do.”

“Fuck you! Y/N get over here now!”

Veracruz grabs his gun and points it directly in his face. “I warned you to leave, now I’ll count to ten and if your not gone I’ll shoot.”

“Are you fucking this dude? Your such a whore, wait until we get home! I’ll show you..”

Veracruz is at boiling point now and when he glances at you to see pure fear in your eyes that send him over the edge. He lowers his gun and shoots Carlos in the leg. He crumbles to the floor crying in agony, clutching his leg. He’s the one with fear in his eyes now as he starts to crawl away. Veracruz turns to you a softness in his eyes you’ve never seen before, “are you ok hermosa?”

“Thank you.”

“He will never lay a hand on you again mi amor, I promise.” He places his hands in your face, eyes searching yours for permission before leaning in and kissing you gently on the lips. For the first time in months you feel safe, wrapped up in his warmth.

“I gotta go finish this. I want you to wait here ok? I’ll be back.” You simply nod and he turns to leave.

Carlos is struggling to pull himself along the ground as the blood pours from his leg. Veracruz stands over him now, gun pointed once again at his head.

“You fuck dare touch a women like that, you are worse than the cartel. Don’t worry I will take good care of her now, show her how a real man treats a women.”

“She nothing but a fucking whore..”

You hear the gunshot and you feel, relieved. Another goes off before you hear Veracruz shout orders at his men. You’re sat on the nursing table when he reappears, concern on his face. Standing before you he gently places his hand under your chin, lifting your face to meet his.

“Are you ok?”

You nod at him, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks. He gently wipes them with his thumb, before placing a soft kiss in your lips. “He will no bother you again hermosa, you are safe now. You will stay with me tonight and I will take care of your bruises. Te amo Y/N.”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“You don’t need to thank me, I’ll always save you.”

He helps you down and brings you to his tent where he puts a cream on your bruises before curling up with you in bed, holding you close. Closing your eyes you finally feel free.

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Christmas Cards

Day 23

Welcome to the 2021 Christmas Writing Challenge! Big thank you to Steph @toomanystoriessolittletime for putting this together!!!

Summary: Veracruz gets a Christmas card from you.

Pairings: Comandante Veracruz x Female Reader, Comandante Veracruz x You

Fandom: Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 831

Warnings: language, pining, masturbation (M), thoughts of: tit fucking, anal, spanking, oral (fem rec) …Let me know if I missed anything!

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Veracruz watched his men with a scowl on his face. They were camped out deep in the jungle. They had been out there for weeks, and Veracruz was in a particularly foul mood. You weren’t here. You usually stayed with him out here, but you had gone home for the week to see your family for Christmas.

He would never admit it, but he missed you. It was still three more days until you would be back in his arms. He thought about all the ways he would pleasure you when you came back.

“¡Oye! ¡Míralo, o tu culo está en servicio de letrina!” (Hey! Watch it, or your ass is on latrine duty!) Veracruz yelled at a passing soldier who had dropped his rifle.

“Comandante,” another soldier said, approaching him cautiously. All the men were walking on eggshells since you left. Their commander’s mood was always unpleasant when you weren’t here.

“¿Sí?” Veracruz turned his attention to the young man.

“Esto llegó para ti, señor,” (This arrived for you, sir) he said nervously. He handed Veracruz an envelope. He nodded and the soldier hurried off. Veracruz recognized your handwriting and went into his tent to see what you had sent him. He closed the flap and sat on his cot. He ripped open the envelope to find a cheerful Christmas card inside. He involuntarily smiled when he saw the card. It was so you. He felt a pang of sadness. Fuck, he missed you. He opened the card. A photo was face down, and he moved it out of the way to read what you had written.

I know you are not the mushy, sentimental type, but I couldn’t let the holiday come and go without letting you know how much I miss you and wish I was spending the day with you. I miss you so much, baby, and I cannot wait to see you in a few days. I included a little something to carry you over until I am back in your arms.

Merry Christmas, my love.

Veracruz felt his heart stutter at your words. He didn’t deserve a goddess like you, yet somehow, he had won your heart. He flipped the picture over and groaned. There you were, beautiful, glowing—and completely naked. You were spread out on your bed, propped up on pillows so he could see your gorgeous face. Your knees were up and spread to reveal your gorgeous, glistening pussy.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned deeply. His cock sprang to life in his pants. He checked the time…he still had a half hour before drills started. He could take a few minutes to enjoy the gift you had sent him. He stood up to zip his tent closed and then lay back on his cot. He undid his pants and pulled out his weeping cock. He held your picture in one hand and his dick in the other. He gathered the precum from the tip and slid it down his hard shaft.

He pumped himself as he stared at your picture. Fuck, you had the best tits. He was going to fuck them when you got back. He groaned and squeezed himself tighter at the thought. He would push his thick cock between your perfect breasts and blow his load all over your chin. He jerked himself faster. After he fucked your tits, he would eat your pretty little pussy until you screamed his name loud enough for all his men to hear. Then he would fuck your ass. It had been so long since the last time he’d claimed your tight little hole. He wanted to dominate you, punish you a little for leaving him this week.

He would slap your ass as he fucked it, and he knew you’d love it. He could almost feel your ass clenching him tight with each slap. He sped up and concentrated on his swollen tip. Fuck, he was almost there. He looked at your glistening folds and the memory of your taste filled his mouth. He threw his head back on the pillow, the tendons on his neck standing out as he groaned loudly. His cum spurted out all over his stomach. He panted as rope after rope of cum covered him. He couldn’t wait until it was covering you. He went limp against the uncomfortable cot.

“Fuck,” he gasped. He hadn’t come that hard all week. He smirked at your photo. Guess he just needed a visual. He cleaned himself up and tucked himself back into his pants. He made sure to hide your picture well just in case any of his men went snooping. He felt rage at the thought of any of them seeing you like this. Not his girl. You were all his. He checked himself once more before walking out of the tent. Only a couple more days and he could live out all the fantasies he had just had. He had a new pep in his step.

Day 24

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