#burn notice fanfic

[flightlessangelwings]

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

Notes- This is written for the @swiftiscruff Pedro Fandom Friendship Exchange! What better way to show love for my friends in the fandom than a Veracruz fic?! And while I'm tagging people I consider my close friends (those who I've chatted with a lot, have my other socials, my number or even met in person), please know that if we interacted even once, I consider you a friend! <3

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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. 

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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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[the-lone-writer94]

High Voltage

Sam Axe (Burn Notice) x female character 

A reimagined fic based on Sam Axe from the TV show Burn Notice - set during early season 6 of the show, may contain spoilers from the show. 

Rating: 13+ (Steamy make out scene and strong language) 

Word Count: 3,491

Summary: When Sam and Jesse hit an obstacle on a new job, they require the assistance of a hacker. Meet Cassandra, she’s tough and hot tempered, can she and Sam work together with the sexual tension that lingers between them? 

The ice cold mojito slid down Sam’s throat, he took several more sips before setting the glass down and sighed in pleasure. Sam had chosen the outdoor seat at his favorite bar, which was practically his second home. His sun kissed bare arms laid under the bright shining afternoon sun, as he peered down at his wristwatch, he awaited Jesse's arrival, growing agitated with every passing second. Recently, it seemed as if it were only him and Jesse. With Fiona in prison, and Mike spending every waking hour trying to hunt down Anson, their dream team had declined in numbers. Sam could certainly understand. If the tables had been reversed, and the love of Sam’s life had been locked up, he would do everything he possibly could to save her. 

Moments later, Jesse appeared and stalked towards Sam’s table. “Sorry man, got held up,” Jesse announced, as he took the seat opposite Sam. 

Sam placed a file in front of Jesse. “I’ve got a job,” he began, as he watched Jesse take the file into his hands. “An old buddy of mine, Marc works at a security firm, ran into trouble with this fellow, Walter Allen. Walter here is running a little operation of his own. He robs the clients once they’ve worked for them. Marc found out, and threatened to blow the whistle, but Walter is smart. He’s altered records to point the finger to Marc if he doesn’t do as he’s told.” Sam explained. 

Jesse continued flipping through the file, “A little blackmail,”

Sam nodded his head. “Marc’s hands are tied,” he said then took another sip of his mojito, “Walter has a big score planned. He’s going to target entrepreneur Nathaniel Garcia-”

“Let me guess. We help Walter, thinking he’s going to get away with it, and then boom! Prison for Walter, and Marc gets to live out his life without Walter hanging something over his head.” 

“That’s right.” 

“So what, we join Walter’s team? Sabotage his operation.” 

Sam shook his head. “Walter is paranoid and careful. He’s not going to let any newcomers join his team,” Sam explained. Jesse’s brows furrowed as he listened intently to Sam’s plan. “Nathaniel is hosting a fundraiser at his home this Saturday, it’s when Walter and his team will strike.” 

“With a room full of people. More suspects. Smart.” 

“That’ll be where we come in. Walter wouldn’t even know what we’re up to.” 

“Alright. So we sabotage his plans. Walter goes to the safe thinking he’s Mr. Big Shot. Easy peasy.” 

Sam scoffed. “Not that easy,” he said, then reached over to the file and flipping the pages, until he opened out a blueprint of a safe. Jesse’s eyes widened as he inspected the intricate drawings, his fingertips tracing over the lines and curls. “Check out Garcia’s safe. It probably makes the safe at City National Bank look like a cardboard box.” 

“This is-” Jesse began then paused, completely flabbergasted by the drawings before him. 

“The safe is connected to a state of the art software system. We’re going to need a hacker in order to even understand what this thing can do.” 

Jesse sat back in his chair, rubbing his chin. He sighed. “We’re going to have to call Barry.” 

Sam sighed. “I was afraid of that.” He huffed, then reached into his pants pocket and drew out his phone. He tapped onto Barry’s contact details then pressed the phone against his ear. Within several seconds of ringing, Barry’s voice emerged. 

“Listen, Barry- it’s Sam here. We got a little proposition for you-” Sam began. 

“No. No. Whatever it is, I'm not getting involved.” Barry argued. 

“Oh come on- it’s simple we just need someone to hack a state of the art safe.” Sam explained nonchalantly. 

Silence. 

“I’m not even going to begin to try to argue that.” Barry said, then sighed, “look if you need someone- I have… let’s say an acquaintance of mine, that owes me.” 

“Can we trust them?” 

“Yeah- her name is Cassandra, she kinda has a temper. Just don’t leave her alone with any sharp objects.” Barry said. 

Sam narrowed his eyes. “I’m sure we can handle it.” 

“I’ll let her know.” 

“Appreciate it Barry.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” Barry responded sarcastically, then the line went dead. 

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Somewhere across town in a boxy little cafe with no air conditioning Cassandra typed away at her laptop. Sweat had matted against her skin, her tank top clinging to her body. With the back of her hand she wiped the sweat away from her forehead. There were perhaps only three tables inside of the cafe, followed by a beat up counter in the corner, that rested an old coffee machine that was reaching its end of life. Most people did not dare enter the cafe, but for Cassandra she would rather give her money to struggling independent business owners rather than sit in a Starbucks listening to fucking Katy Perry tunes on repeat.

On the exterior Cassandra could probably pass off as a college graduate student, typing away at her computer writing a short story. But the reality was, she was working on writing the codes for a malware virus. Technically Cassandra was a hacker, although she preferred the term, computer expertise. She never actually did anything illegal perse, her targets were usually corrupt individuals and organizations. In a way Cassandra was a vigilante, minus the cape and the mask, she was certainly no fucking Batman. 

As she typed away, lost in her own thoughts, her phone flashed. Reaching for her phone she clicked on the encrypted message. She had set her phone to erase any outgoing and incoming messages once they had been read. It certainly challenged her memory, but it was better safe than sorry. 

To her dismay, the cell phone number remained hidden. She groaned, as she immediately realized it was the one and only Barry. To say she disliked Barry was an understatement. He was a slimy weasel, and she hated herself for owing him a favor. Clicking on the message, she knew that he had checked in on that favor. After Cassandra had read the message, memorizing the cell phone number, she dialed it into her keypad, waiting for it to connect to Sam Axe. 

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From afar, Cassandra assessed the situation. She had gotten instructions from Sam Axe to meet him at a local bar downtown. These types of places certainly weren't Cassandra’s scene, she was more into dimly lit bars with questionable hygiene ratings and preferably playing music such as Korn or Slipknot. 

It was moments like this that Cassandra had ever regretted agreeing to something like this. Just what exactly would she even be walking into? 

Cassandra clutched onto the strap of her messenger bag, then adjusting her studded leather choker necklace. Her eyes scanned each and every figure in the bar. The bar was buzzing with energy, after all it was a Friday evening. A layer of voices thickened in the atmosphere drowning out the faint sound of techno beats that hung in the air. Her brief conversation with Sam had been… fascinating. The way Sam spoke had both a nonchalance but with a twinge of firmness. After she had finished her call with Sam, she had then immediately tried to fish out details about him. She had found out he was a former Navy SEAL, most of his records were classified, which did not offer Cassandra much about Sam’s characteristics, however she had managed to get a hold of his bank and phone records, which indicated that he didn’t have a whole lot of money in his account, whatever cash he had had seemed to be spent in this place. A lot. The other thing about him was he liked to make a lot of phone calls to one or two numbers, particularly at night. 

Nonetheless, Sam Axe was still a mystery to Cassandra. 

In the distance, something caught Cassandra’s attention. Sitting by a round table in the far corner was a man in his late fifties, he wore a bright Hawaiian shirt that almost blinded Cassandra paired with cargo pants and loafer shoes. The familiarity finally struck Cassandra as she realized it was Sam Axe, comparing to  the photograph she had seen on him when she managed to dig up his files during his Navy SEAL days the present Sam had much more graying hair, with lines that had appeared on the side of his eyes and a much fuller figure. Beside him was another man, with a shaved head and a toned up body frame. Cassandra predicted he was perhaps in his late thirties. They were both deep into their conversation, as Cassandra slowly  approached them. He sipped on a mojito and noticed her presence. 

“Sam Axe,” Cassandra said firmly. 

Sam turned his attention to Cassandra. “Let me guess, Cassandra.” 

“Bingo,” she said, then took the empty seat across from them.

“I’m Jesse,” he said. 

Cassandra simply nodded. “So what’s this job about?” She asked then crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Straight to it, huh.” Sam commented, then drew out a thin brown file from the edge of his seat. Placing it before Cassandra, she took it and opened it. 

“Wow,” her eyes widened as she studied the blueprints of the safe, “this… is something.” 

“Can you crack it?” 

Cassandra scoffed. “Of course… but why should I?” She asked, then locked her stare upon Sam’s. 

“Does there have to be a reason?” Sam responded.

“Yeah- I need to know that I’m not helping out some asshole that’s going to use whatever is inside this safe to start fucking World War III.” 

Sam smirked. “I never pegged a hacker with a conscience.” 

“I prefer the word computer expertise,” Cassandra challenged, then added, “plus- I don’t do what I do to hurt innocent people.” 

Sam and Jesse stared at each other for several seconds before returning their attention to Cassandra. “Well, you’ll fit right into the team.” Jesse commented and flashed a smile. 

“Barry said we could trust you,” Sam began, “I’m hoping that’s true.” 

Cassandra held her stare with Sam’s as she awaited his explanation. 

Then, Sam proceeded to explain to Cassandra about the details of the job. Starting from the very beginning, when Marc had approached him. Once Sam had finished, he took another sip of his mojito as Cassandra absorbed the information. 

“So the plan is to create a code for this Walter person, so he can think it’ll disable the safe system, but for it to backfire and have the system turn back on?” 

Jesse nodded. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what we’re hoping for.” 

Cassandra’s brows furrowed. “It won’t be that simple for this trick to go down. This is a very complicated system that’s set on this safe. For starters, I don’t think I’ll even be able to programme it if I’m not within the radius.” 

“So, what you actually need to be there for this to work?” Sam asked. 

Cassandra nodded. “It’ll also need two people to simultaneously log into the system before I can copy the codes. Once I’ve got that, I probably have about ten seconds to transfer those codes onto a malware, which we can then give to Walter. But that drive is also a timebomb. You’ll have another two minutes tops for him to use it before the safe system changes those codes, and nothing will be able to work.” 

Sam and Jesse listened to Cassandra intently. “I guess we could also get you into the party.” Jesse added. 

“How exactly?” Cassandra asked in confusion. 

“Well, Jesse will pose as one of the waiter staff. And you can be my date.” Sam said and smirked. 

Cassandra’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah, grandpa- why do you have to be my date?” 

“Because this party is gonna be filled with older rich men with their beautiful young girlfriends. No one would even bat an eye at us.” Sam said.

Cassandra raised her eyebrow to that remark. 

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Cassandra felt like an idiot. 

Dresses certainly were not her choice of fashion. Frankly, there were moments she even wondered why she was doing this. Then reality had sunk in. After hearing the story about Marc, she couldn’t possibly sit back and allow an innocent person to take the fall for crimes they did not commit. She also couldn’t deny that she often thought of Sam after their meeting. He certainly wasn't the type she went for, but there was a certain charm to him which she was deeply attracted to. 

Hurriedly, Cassandra made her way out the taxi, stumbling on her high heels, as she was then joined by Sam. He wore a tuxedo and held out his arm for Cassandra. 

“My lady,” he said and smiled. 

Cassandra released a chuckle, then hooked her arm into his, allowing him to guide her towards the entrance of the party. After they had been scanned by metal detectors from security, they crossed the threshold and entered the main foyer of the party. 

“You certainly clean up well.” Cassandra commented. 

Sam spun his head and smiled. “Do you like it?” 

“Well, it’s better than those hideous Hawaiian shirts you wear.” 

“Hey, those are a classic and chic look.” 

Cassandra scoffed. “If you say so.” 

“You clean up nicely too,” Sam commented, looking Cassandra up and down. Cassandra blushed as she realized his gaze traveled across her body. “You might still look a bit like Elvira.”

Cassandra playfully slapped Sam on his arm. 

A sea of bodies snaked across the foyer before them. Occasionally a waiter would slip between crowds of people offering them either a drink or hors d’oeuvre. 

Sam’s gaze scanned the perimeter. He lowered his head slightly and whispered to Cassandra, “the safe is located in the study in the East wing.” He explained, then his fingertips pressed down on his left ear which had a small earpiece inserted, he  quietly said “Jesse, are we clear?”

Unable to hear Jesse’s answer, Cassandra watched as Sam nodded. 

Slowly, Sam and Cassandra made their way through the crowds as they approached their destination. Cassandra’s heels clicked against the marble floor, but was drained out by the string quartet that had been stationed in the corner of the hall. They reached the end of the hall, where Sam made a left turn that brought them to a hallway. Realization struck that Cassandra’s arm was still linked with Sam’s and she felt hesitant to remove her arm from his. They strode down the never ending hallway before Sam made a right turn. Before them was a large mahogany door, behind it was Nathaniel Garcia’s study. Sam pushed open the door and he held out his hand and allowed Cassandra to enter first. 

Sam followed her on his heels, closing the door gently behind him. Once the study came into view, Sam whistled. “This guy is seriously loaded.” He commented, as he checked out the oil paintings that were hung around the study. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Cassandra muttered, as she crossed the study. She stepped around the large marble desk and pulled the painting that hung above it, freeing the safe that was concealed. 

“How did you figure it’ll be there?” 

Cassandra spun, placing her hand on her hip. “Please, they always have the safe in a wall behind the most big ass painting.” 

“Alright,” Sam said and added, “so how do we do this?” 

Cassandra drew out two phones from her purse. She attached several wires and a small brick port adapter with a USB flash drive inserted. The wires all connected from the phones and then to the safe. Then she handed a phone to Sam. “Seeing as security is always up to our ass in these places, I figured bringing a netbook would draw too much attention to us. So I reprogrammed these phones to act as the netbook.” 

Sam’s eyes widened. “Impressive.” 

“Now, all we have to do now is log onto the system at the same time,” Cassandra explained, “once it’s done the codes will be on the flash drive. Then we give that to Marc.” 

“Sounds simple.” 

Cassandra’s brows furrowed. She held the phone in her hand and watched Sam. “And… go.” She said. Immediately both Sam and Cassandra pressed down on the enter button on each of their phones, they watched the screen flash with an endless row of numbers and letters. It flashed so quickly that the text before them resembled some of the shit you saw in The Matrix. 

“Sam…” Jesse said into Sam’s earpiece. “We got a situation… Nathaniel Garcia is heading your way..” 

“Shit,” Sam cursed. 

“What?” Cassandra flipped her head to him. 

“Garcia’s coming our way.” 

“The codes aren’t done yet.” 

“How much time do we have?” 

Cassandra shrugged. “I don’t know.” 

“Guys… guys, you better get out of there.” Jesse said into the earpiece. 

“Can’t you stall Garcia?” Sam argued. 

“I literally tried to force feed him hors d’oeuvre but the guy will not take it.” 

Seconds later. The screen paused. They watched as the USB flash drive radiated red on the end. Cassandra ripped the wires from the safe and drew out the USB. 

“It’s done.” Cassandra exclaimed. She shoved the phones and wires into her purse, then pushing the painting back into its place, she crossed around the desk and back towards Sam. 

The door handles rattled and they knew they were cornered. Panic struck them like a bucket of ice water being thrown over their heads. There was no way out. Trapped like a couple of rats. 

Suddenly, an idea clicked inside of Cassandra. She grabbed Sam by the neck and jumped up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Taken aback Sam stared at her in confusion. 

“Kiss me.” Cassandra ordered, then added, “like you mean it.” 

Cassandra’s lips collided with Sam’s. Moments later, her lips parted and Sam’s tongue slipped into hers, their tongues danced against each other. Cassandra, completely captivated by Sam, deepened the kiss. Her hands reached up to his hair and her fingers laced through his now graying hair. Their heartbeats each palpitating, as they gasped for air. Sam spun and laid Cassandra down onto the desk, as Cassandra’s legs tightened around Sam’s waist. She moaned against him, as he pressed himself down onto her, she felt the bulge in his pants. Sam’s hands draped across Cassandra’s bare skin, tracing along the edge of her breasts. Cassandra moaned deeper against him, as their tongues continued to slide against each other. 

“Oh Sam,” she moaned. 

Sam’s left hand gripped down onto Cassandra’s thigh as he slid the silk black dress higher up revealing her beautiful legs. Then his fingers danced in her inner thigh and Cassandra moaned. 

Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat emerged and both Sam and Cassandra were thrown back into reality. 

Sam drew himself away from Cassandra, and Cassandra sat up. 

Nathaniel Garcia towered over them, with his entourage of bodyguards behind him. A smirk flashed across his face. “This room is off limits.” 

Immediately Cassandra and Sam strode towards Nathaniel and laughed nervously. “We’re so sorry- just needed a room,” Sam said, “you know how it gets with the Misses. Am I right?” 

Nathaniel smiled. 

Sam raised his hand. “Charles Finley,” he said. 

Nathaniel shook Sam’s hand and said, “Nonetheless Mr Finley. I’m afraid you will have to return to the hall.” 

“Yeah, course- sorry.” Sam said once again. 

When they reached the hall, they were greeted by Jesse. Cassandra slipped him the USB drive and Jesse stared down at it, before his gaze jumped between Cassandra’s disheveled hair and Sam’s untucked shirt. His brows furrowed and he asked, “How did you guys get out of that?” 

“It’s best if you didn’t know.” Cassandra said and smirked. 

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The job had been a success. Walter had fallen for the bait. Implanted the USB drive into the safe, where he had a moment of victory, only to be shot down when the system had locked itself and sounded the alarm. To which he would be facing prison time. 

Cassandra strode towards the boxy cafe where she would meet Sam. In the distance she watched as Sam pulled a face as he tried to the cup of coffee, then fanned himself with his hand. Cassandra chuckled to herself before she strode towards him. 

“Why did you pick this place?” Sam asked, as Cassandra slipped into the seat opposite him. 

Cassandra shrugged. “Maybe because Mr and Mrs Ahmad are trying their best to keep this place open and to provide for their family.” 

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Boy, I still can’t figure you out.” 

“That’s because you can’t.” She said, then commented, “I see you’ve reverted back to your usual attire.” She gestured to Sam’s Hawaiian shirt and cargo pants. 

“It’s my signature look.”

Cassandra cocked her head to the side. “I guess I could get used to it.” 

Sam raised an eyebrow. “So… I’ll be seeing you again?” 

“Maybe.” Cassandra teased. 

[arbitersart]

Burn Notice: chapter 3 of ? Featuring: Spies & Secret Agents, Espionage, Saving the World, Car Chases, Morally Dubious Characters, Blood & Violence, Romance, enough pining to fill a forest, Platonic Relationships, Boatem Crew

this one's been a long time coming. enjoy

[the-plantlikefishie-dafi-writes]

Agreement with the Sun

An Arataki Itto x Reader Fanfic

Tags: Arataki Itto x Ruler!Reader, Fake Marriage, Made-up means of governance for Inazuma haha, SLOW BURN (At least I think it is <3), Reader is reserved but a little arrogant, Workaholic Reader, Himbo! Arataki Itto, Sunshine Arataki Itto, Eventual Fluff

Author's Note: Wow I actually gained the courage and posted this fic! Constructive criticism is much welcomed! Take note, I got too silly...

First Sunrise, First Moonfall - A Child of Ame-no-Uzume

🎶 O, Sunkissed Moon, beloved by the Sun, Its rays kiss your face, love questioned by none ����

He didn’t know what he expected. But, definitely not this.

If only he could get into a spar right now. Bust some bad guys with a jab, left-right, and a 'kapow!' that would be sure to wake him! But instead, the insanely boring stacks and stacks of papers made his eyes heavy even though he usually slept with his eyes open. Like, dude, what were these even for? It was a waste of good trees if you ask Itto.

If only he could catch some awesome beetles, he would have some fun with a bunch of kids by now and finally break his ridiculous losing streak which has been a major headache! However, two out of three cups of tea got cold from the incredibly long conversation by nerds who he would rather not upset unless he wanted to live in a nightmare.

Without having anything fun to do, he just spaced out. After all, Itto was surrounded by walls made of the finest purple silk and materials. Its design resembled the gentle waves of the sea and the eloquent color of electro. He eyed the gifts of foreign jade trinkets, placed proudly on quality wooden tables and the illuminating lanterns crested with Inazuma’s proud element. The scent of fine sakura perfume wafted through the air in the dim yet well lit room in Tenshukaku.

Man. He shouldn’t be spacing out like this! He is Arataki Itto for archon’s sake! The Arataki "Above All, Bold-Blooded" Itto! He can do whatever he wants… So why couldn’t he do all those he would rather do?

Well, it was because of you, The reigning ruler of Inazuma. He didn’t realize there was another ruler other than the Raiden Shogun. He didn’t really care who is in charge of Inazuma as long as he can live life as much as he wants, but maybe, you were also the reason why the humans became friendly to the onis and the rest of the yokai. He huffed, only a little as to not interrupt the conversation you and Shinobu had.

If only he wasn’t so awesomely charming and handsome that night!

You were just looking around that night. You were tiny, small compared to him, maybe, a little shy. With your cloaked figure, were you possibly a traveler?

"Hey, man! You look like you ain't around here!" he chirped as he tapped your shoulder and his hand returned to his hips. "Enjoying the festival so far?"

"Oh. I actually live in Inazuma. I just don't come out often." "An introvert! Hey, gotta respect that. You know, a lot of cool people I know are introverts like the renowned golden-haired traveler! Savior of Dragons, Conqueror of the Abyss, Teyvat's hero! Too bad, they ain't here though. Miss 'em." You nodded at his words as you dropped your hood down. And here it is, Itto always knew he was talented since birth at making friends! You finally lowered your guard, and you even gave him a smile.

…Hm? Pretty?

"Haha. I did meet them. I'm glad they reunited." Oh, so you knew the Traveler’s goals too? You’d have to get pretty close to them to do that. Just who are you, small mysterious person? "I haven't enjoyed the festival yet. I don't really know what to do," you added with fingertips pressed together and an awkward smile.

A smile curled up and a loud boisterous voice emerged from Itto, "Hahaha! Well, you are in luck, my compadre! I, Arataki the "Festival King of Fun and Revelry" Itto is here to serve you! When there's fun to be had, I am most undoubtedly there!" Oh, he could feel that adrenaline pumping into his veins! He has to get the gang into this! He looked over at his growing gang and shouted, "Hey, guys! Let's show 'em how to rock a real Festival!"

That was how the great Arataki Itto managed to get the seemingly-uptight you to a night of holler and laughs. What surprised him the whole night was not during the height of the clinking drinks and shared enthusiasm, but during the distant singing of an old man and the diminishing hype of the night. Shinobu had just pointed out your status as ruler, as the esteemed sun of Inazuma.

No way. No way.

You know how to party, he'll give you that. But, he can't believe he has been picking up, carrying you, oni-handling the second-in-command from the Raiden Shogun like a bunch of boxes… For the whole night no less!

He was also crazy loud, and he hoped he didn't say a joke that was offensive that could ruin his 150-day streak without getting into jail.

He began to shove the feeling of cold sweat in the backroom of his mind, and Itto smirked as his pointer and thumb framed the chin of his gorgeous face, "Heh, looks like Arataki the "Festival king of Fun and Revelry" served a hotshot tonight! Was my service just as awesome as you expected, esteemed sun?"

You let out a laugh. "Mister Arataki, you are adorable."

Shinobu and Itto flinched and widened their eyes. A hoot of laughter was so unusual to see from someone who is deemed stoic by the public. And, a compliment? Surely, Itto has greatly achieved many things tonight compared to everyone else in Inazuma. Of course, it is expected of the oni king! And, "Mister Arataki"? Prissy and pretty name to add to the long list of titles and all, but where did the sudden politeness come from? He just remembered that you were calling him "Itto" as the whole gang hollered while you were trying to scoop some goldfish.

"Of course, I had fun," you grinned.

Phew. Good thing you aren't nitpicky. He bowed exaggeratedly as he chuckled, "I am glad to be of service."

Itto knew you could see how his head was getting bigger than his body now. You smiled a little wider, "I enjoyed it so much that…"

Huh. There's more? Well, he was ready for you to compliment his entertaining charm.

"I wish to be your betrothed. Arataki Itto, will you marry me?" Itto witnessed you shine and sparkle to coax him to agree— you placed your hand on your chest as you knelt down on one knee, staring into his eyes with eager glee.

….HUH?

You met eyes with your day-dreaming future husband, and gave him a welcoming smile in the midst of an important discussion, cold tea, and stacked papers. It was a little forced, but the way he smiled back was so genuine and infectious, your true eloquent smile appeared. His infectious aura and presence was what made you enjoy that night and what made you choose him.

Good. He is the perfect candidate as a husband for you: an intimidating resting face everyone will cower in fear from, then the friendliest smile that knows no inequality, inclusive and outgoing personality, the leader of a gang that has been giving itself a good name in recent years, and no true influence to the government of Inazuma.

You were glad to have met him that night.

It was your time to rest in the stuffy yet plain room. Tired eyes fluttered to the beautiful sights of the Festival. Dancing sakura petals of the wind waltz with the lights of the city. The hustle and bustle sang and harmonized with the music of Inazuma. Culture of games, masks and silk infested the streets to satisfy the people and Yokai. Commissioner Kamisato was right; the Shirasagi Himegimi outdid herself this time. The night was too alluring to stay in your room as warmth started to bubble in your heart. Maybe, you won’t spend your night in your stuffy room today.

Indeed, those elders would criticize and lecture you, but at the very best, those grimy sons or selfish daughters of theirs will have no room in your work and your thoughts. At the very least, in your marriage with Itto, he wouldn’t do much for Inazuma other than some minor inconveniences. He would do his own things, and you would do yours. He wouldn’t have any problems with money, shelter, and clothing, and you wouldn’t have any problems with annoying suitors. Now, you have a reason to turn them down.

You also gave your husband his freedom to love whoever he wants.

In the lengthy contract that cited rules and regulations and written agreements between the Arataki Gang Leader and the Esteemed Sun of Inazuma, there, you have written: “The Esteemed Sun of Inazuma, □⁠□⁠□□, agrees for the Arataki Gang Leader, Arataki Itto, to have a romantic or sexual relationship outside of the contractual marriage between the two parties.”

“Hm, are you sure you want this part to be in the contract? Won’t it cause some kind of scandal? It might not jeopardize you, esteemed sun. But the Arataki gang will face grave repercussions." Kuki Shinobu voiced out.

How lucky was Arataki Itto to have a jack of all trades like her? You got a little envious, but the feeling hid behind the curtain. "Dear Kuki, is someone with the likes of Itto even interested in romance?" you whispered.

She actually pondered on your joke, but you pressed on with a grin. "Either way, please notify me if he plans to have a lover. I will make a scandal wherein I have another lover as well as make the narrative sympathize with Itto. Now, they won't be so rude if they think with their little heads. To kill the attention on me, I will announce something beneficial to Inazuma’s-"

"Wait," Itto tapped in, long fingers playing a rhythm to the dark wood. "You're going to sacrifice your reputation? For me to have my own lover?" He raised his brow.

"Of course? My "love life" won't affect my service.”

“Aren’t you technically my lover according to this contract?”

“Well, do you love me?”

“Uh…”

“Think of this as a marriage for convenience, Itto,” you gently smiled, mostly because he was cute, but slightly you placed him at a corner. “We don’t have to love each other.”

"Heh! Well, think again, sunshine!" He crossed his arms and widely opened his mouth. "I'm not gonna be some kind of cheating jerk and fail this marriage! I ain't gonna fall in love with anyone or ain't gonna make out with anyone else but my future wife! I am gonna be an awesome and committed husband as granny oni taught!"

Honestly, you stifle a laugh. "Is that so? It isn’t really cheating since we don’t have feelings for each other, and this relationship is obviously one of empty commitment. You will get bore-"

Before you could add anything, you could feel Itto's hand grab yours as he brought it to his lips. "Then, I'll use my good ol' Arataki "The Handsome Oni" Itto charm to make you fall for me" he winked.

You pondered. Does he read those cheesy light novels?

DON’T PLAGIARIZE, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS.

Thank you and God bless!

[tiggymalvern]

When Michael and Sam go undercover at a club, Michael's drink gets spiked. This leads to some conversations that wouldn't have happened if he were sober…

Takes place late season two, after Campbell the paramedic breaks up with Fiona. Posting chapters as I edit.

[i-used-to-be-a-spy]

Final chapter up!! Sorry it took so long y'all

[despairforme]

What kind of guy is your type

As if he was ever going to answer that. Shouldn't they ask her what type of GIRL he liked? Did he have a type though? He'd thought about it from time to time, at least recently, since he was thinking about finding someone to date again. Since he was bisexual, he was open to dating either a man or a woman. He'd never actually dated a female, so maybe that's why he always imagined himself finding another guy instead. But, who knew. Maybe he'd end up finding the perfect chick? He was open to the possibility, though it was easier to imagine himself dating a guy, since that's what he had experience with.

What kinda guy was his type?

It was easier to answer what he didn't like, rather than his preferences. He definitely didn't like femininity in men. He wasn't into soft dudes. Push-overs. Guys who didn't stand their ground, at least to some extent.

Physically, he was the most attracted to masculinity. Broad shoulders, muscles, height... When it came to a guy's appearance, that's what Nnoitra found the most attractive. But - he wasn't picky. He'd definitely fuck a guy who didn't have the masculine features Nnoitra preferred.

But your "type" was more about what kind of person you'd wanna date, right?

He'd like to date someone who brightened his days. Not a completely sunshine kind of dude, but someone who took gloomy things and made them okay. A funny guy. Someone who made him laugh ( Nnoitra found himself laughing way too rarely these days ). His type was the determined kind. Someone who had goals and knew how to get there. Nnoitra found confidence attractive. As long as it was grounded in reality. He disliked people who were high on themselves for no reason. He didn't want to date an insecure guy ( or, at least, not someone who stayed insecure ). He'd like someone who always got back up on their feet, no matter what happened.

He'd also --- maybe - like it if the guy he was dating could relate to him on some level. He sure didn't want him to be depressive like himself, but he wanted him to at least understand what it was like to always feel down like Nnoitra did. Being understood, but not coddled was important to him.

It was complicated, in the end, to be Nnoitra's "dream guy", or whatever. Of course he was NEVER going to find someone who fit perfectly into all of these descriptors.

If he fell in love with a guy, and was lucky enough to have him fall in love in return - then THAT would be his type.

[introvertgoat]

ron/hermione/the weasleys/etc bashing of any sort is always so extremely boring and repetitive to me in harry potter fanfic omg like no instead of dissecting and examining these flawed and interesting characters in an intriguing and/or different light u decide to stoop to turning then into shallow, barely fleshed out characters 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and 9 out of 10 times it’s so harry can be some OP, dark, usually slytherin, badass like no i’m sorry i can’t

[flightlessangelwings]

FawKtober2024 Part 5- Comandante Veracruz

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

Kinks- free use, bondage, edging

Word count- 1.7k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), rough, established relationship, toys, edging, slight overstim, restraints, blindfolds, creampie, established safe word, no physical description of reader other than body parts, no use of y/n

Notes- It wouldn't be kinkotber without V and cariño! It's always fun going back to my husband and letting inhibitions loose!! It's been way too long since I've written for him too omg! Enjoy!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so plese follow that too and turn on post notifs!

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“Comfortable, cariño?” Veracruz smirked.

You tugged at your arms and legs as you laid on your back. All your limbs were tied to the bedposts, spreading your naked body completely out on display for the comandante. He tired you up expertly, securing you so that you were helpless, but not enough that you were in pain; he excelled at that balance.

“Yes,” you breathed as you looked up at him from where he stood over you.

Veracruz’s eyes narrowed, “Good,” he gently traced his fingers along your body, just tickling your skin with his fingertips. “You can reach the device?” he asked in a serious tone.

Your eyes trailed up to your hand and touched the small remote device with a red button on it. “Yes,” you replied confidently. You knew what it was for: should you need this to stop, push it and this all ended, no questions asked. Veracruz always made sure you had an escape, that this was what you truly wanted. It allowed him to unleash his inhibitions with you, to truly let himself go as far as you would allow.

And both of you craved it.

He gave you a nod as he tugged at your restraints one more time before he produced something from his pocket, “Then we can begin,” he said as he covered your eyes with the fabric, blocking your sight completely. “Perfect,” he looked over his handiwork as you laid bound and helpless before him. He swallowed the groan that threatened to bubble up from his throat as you looked so tempting like this.

Your lips parted as your vision was taken from you, and you couldn’t help but squirm in your restraints. You let out a soft whimper as you felt Veracruz’s touch linger on your face, and even without your sight you felt his gaze on you. But the gentle moment vanished in a flash as he gave your pussy a single slap, making you yelp in surprise. You waited for another, but after several moments, you heard the door close and you knew he had walked away.

Your heavy breaths filled the room as you waited in anticipation. You tried to close your thighs in a desperate attempt for some friction, but he tied your legs too far apart. But, you didn’t have to wait long until you felt his presence by your side again.

Instead of touching you, however, Veracruz had retired with a toy that he teased your pussy with. You let out a surprised moan as you felt him push the toy into you. You bucked your hips as you felt the toy stretch you out, your senses heightened from your blocked sight.

“V…” you moaned as he secured the toy inside you.

“I will return, cariño,” his voice sounded strained as he watched you take the toy, his eyes fixed on the way your pussy lips wrapped around it.

You tried to grasp at whatever you could as you adjusted to the girth of the toy inside you. As you writhed in your bounds, you didn’t even hear the door close as Veracruz left again. But, you weren’t truly alone and soon you felt the toy start to vibrate. You cried out as the vibrations pulsed throughout your whole body.

“Fuck,” you breathed as the vibrations became less intense. You knew that Veracruz was enjoying toying with you like this, even if he couldn’t be in the room. Through the blindfold, you imagined what his face looked like as he subtly played with the dial on the remote in his pocket. It was all a tease still though, for even though he wasn’t physically there, Veracruz always knew just how far to push you before you fell over the edge. And he would not want you to cum without him there.

Every time you felt close, the vibrations would stop, and you were left gasping. You strained against your binds as you squirmed in the bed. It went on for so long that you had no idea what time it was when you finally heard the door open again. 

“Enjoy your afternoon, cariño?” You heard the smirk in Veracruz’s tone.

You moaned in response as you felt him slowly pull the toy out of you.

“It appears you did,” he sounded pleased with himself as you heard him shuffle around the room.

Before you could say anything back, you felt the bed dip as he crawled on top of you. Veracruz grunted as he lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in with one swift thrust. You screamed at the sudden rough intrusion, but it was a welcome one. It was what you craved after being teased for so long. And he craved it too.

“Mmm cariño,” he groaned as he thrust into you with a fast, harsh pace. He wouldn’t let you know that it made it hard for him to concentrare, knowing you were here tied up and waiting for him. He wouldn’t let you know he craved this just as much. 

Veracruz’s emotions started to get the better of him and his hips stuttered. You cried out in ecstasy as he pounded into you, and his eyes wandered to the restraints around your wrists keeping you bound to the bed. He growled as he gripped onto your hips and thrust as hard and deep as he could, making you scream.

Just as suddenly as he thrust into you, Veracruz pulled out and broke away from your body. Both of you breathed heavily as you recovered from his actions. You let out a whine at the loss of feeling him against you and you bucked your hips up in a desperate attempt to get him back. 

The comandante looked at you with a blazing inferno in his eyes as you squirmed for him. Unable to hold himself back, Veracruz climbed on top of your bound form once more and rubbed his cock up and down your folds. You both hissed at the contact again, and every move he made came as a surprise while your sight was taken from you.

“V…” you moaned as you rocked your hips in time with his.

“You are too tempting cariño,” he growled through gritted teeth. 

“V, please,” you begged as you bucked your hips.

He growled again as he gave in to your plea. “You are too delicious when you are at my mercy, cariño,” he groaned as he thrust into you again. 

You cried out as you felt the familiar stretch of his thick cock once more and you felt fulfilled. You felt his hands roam all over your body as he thrust into you. He grabbed your breasts, kneading them and pinching your nipples as he rocked his hips against yours over and over again.

“V…” you moaned as you felt your orgasm approach, “I’m close…”

“Cum, cariño,” Veracruz grunted as he felt the heat of his own climax quickly approach. 

The emotions overwhelmed you as you let yourself go. With a loud scream, you came hard as your arms and legs trembled in your restraints. Tears soaked your blindfold as Veracruz’s cock hit your sweet spot over and over again. 

He watched with a clenched jaw as you fell apart before him, and as your inner muscles squeezed his cock he tipped over the edge too. Veracruz groaned your name in a low rumble as he came inside you, spilling himself into your body. 

With one final grunt, Veracruz fell forward on top of you, covering you with his body. His cock stayed buried deep inside you, not wanting to break the connection just yet. He laid overtop of you for several moments as you both caught your breath, and Veracruz could feel the pounding of your heart in your chest. 

Veracruz let out a low rumble in his chest as he pushed himself up and pulled out of you. The whimper you let out went right to his cock, making it jump as he looked you over as you laid tied and helpless on the bed.

Before he could give in to his temptation, though, he spoke in a low voice, “I will be back, cariño.” Veracruz savored the needy whine you let out as you tried to arch your body to reach for him as best you could, “And next time, you will not hear me coming.”

“Fuck…” you moaned as you strained to listen for any sign of him. But, he already left.

You had no idea how long you laid there, but you had the feeling it wasn’t as long as the first time. And you would be right; Veracruz needed you again just as badly as you did him.

Just like he promised, it came as a surprise to you when Veracruz came back. You didn’t know he was back in the room until he climbed onto the bed, and he wasted no time in entering you again.

The scream you let out echoed in the room as you felt Veracruz thrust into you once more, and he pounded into you with his fast and harsh pace right away. He growled as he felt your wet tightness again and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from how delicious you looked like this.

“V…” you moaned as you felt another climax quickly approach.

He groaned as he knew he wouldn’t last long either, and Veracruz pounded into you, skin slapping against skin as he quickly hurled you both over the edge once more. 

Moans, groans and screams reverberated between the two of you as your orgasms hit once after the other. The thrill of leaving you bound and ready for him made you both drown in your emotions. The excitement was just too much and it made your bodies tingle with the strength of your climaxes.

Veracruz stayed hovered over you as his usually neat hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He breathed heavily as he watched your chest rise and fall from your own deep gasps. 

In a surprising move, he leaned forward and captured your lips with his in a deep kiss. Tasting you made the excitement pulse through his veins once more.

“We are going to have some fun for the rest of the night, won’t we cariño?” Veracruz smirked as you moaned in response against his lips. He enjoyed you like this.

It was going to be a very fun night, indeed. 

[ligercat]

I'm considering posting the scenes I wrote for Ocean Deep that didn't/aren't making it into the fic as a separate fic. So far, I have like four of them that just don't fit the tone or went in the wrong direction or were just too short and stuff like that.

[teaandinanity]

This is SO interesting, my Dark Urge character in BG3 sometimes just.... does not have the moderate and sane options that my blank slate one did. I definitely feel like this ought to be a second playthrough NG+ kind of thing but also I’m having so much fun with him that I do not WANT to finish my other playthrough first. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[arbitersart]

Burn Notice: chapter 4 of ? Featuring: Spies & Secret Agents, Espionage, Saving the World, Car Chases, Morally Dubious Characters, Blood & Violence, Romance, enough pining to fill a forest, Platonic Relationships, Boatem Crew

The car chase chapter! In which Grian is extremely tired after seeing his ex/worst enemy, Martyn Did Not Sign Up For This, and Gem overall has a great time with her automatic weapons. As for Scar..... Hey where is that guy?

[tiggymalvern]

A really solid, long (187k) season seven AU fix-it, in which Michael decides to take Madeline's advice and put his family first. Instead of running after killing Tom Card, he hands himself in to Riley and the plot evolves from there, weaving in and out of canon.

Skilled writing, tightly plotted and edited, it's not a shippy fic aside from some Michael/Fiona background, just good show-style, Michael-centric Burn Notice. And Dani Pearce gets to make a very welcome return :-)

I don't know if it's the lack of shippiness or the sheer length of it daunting people, but it deserves more love ❤

[i-used-to-be-a-spy]

Wait so canonically Michael doesn't have laundry in his apartment so can you imagine he's at a Laundromat and someone is in trouble so he ends up taking their case

Afterwards he decides it's worth the pain to use his mother's laundry room lmao

[southsideacademythings]

AO3 Masterlist

Burn Notice :

Jesse’s Girl - Jesse Porter fanfic

Longmire (tv) :

Beauty and the Bear - Henry oneshot

Bounty - Travis Murphy one shot

The Inheritance Cycle :

Just a Servant - Murtagh Morzansson fanfic