#comandante Veracruz x you

[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. 

[lincolndjarin]

Mouthy.

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day ten - afab!reader x comandante veracruz

prompt : overnight bondage [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 0.2k

summary : short bondage drabble w veracruz

warnings, etc. : dubcon (specifically bc the relationship isn't all that established here but in my mind it's consensual but i'm still gonna tag it), bondage, poorly translated spanish, use of a ring gag, orgasm denial? i suppose.

a/n : tiny little drabble for today <3

You hate being hogtied. 

It’s uncomfortable, harsh, and unforgiving. 

Which is probably why he likes it so much.

His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, wiping the drool gathering there. He stares down at you, the scowl you’re used to is replaced with a sadistic grin. You make a pathetic attempt at speaking through the metal ring pushed between your teeth, holding your mouth open as he slips his thumb over your tongue, holding it down to silence the effort completely. 

“Puta sucia.” His voice is low and angry despite the smile on his face. 

You shouldn’t have pushed him. You knew how easy he was to rile up, but you’d spent all day waiting for him and you were annoyed and he was annoyed and now you’re here. 

If you had known he’d had a rough day you wouldn't have dared mouth off at him. 

“Puedes quedarte aquí esta noche.” He gives your cheek a sharp slap before slowly running his hands down your bound form, you’re held firmly in place by the thick cords of rope, you can move your fingers and toes a bit but other than that he’s got you completely restrained. He slips two fingers into your panties, just barely dipping them into your cunt before withdrawing them, he returns to your front before sliding them past the ring, rubbing your wetness onto your tongue as you moan. “Qué tengas buenas noches.” 

You mumble an incoherent plea but you know it’s useless, when he’s decided something it’s impossible to change his mind. You have no idea how you’re supposed to get through the night without him, you’re already thrashing in frustration, your arousal dripping between your thighs. 

Hopefully he’ll be feeling a bit more forgiving in the morning.

a/n : something short today, been really really swamped at work, tomorrows will be short as well but thursday-friday should be more substantial!!

[wannab-urs]

Comandante Veracruz Masterlist

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Vete a la Mierda - smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word Count: 550 Summary: You are a member of Espada Ardiente and Veracruz is trying to torture the location of your base out of you. Tags: 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.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Day 23 of baby writer me doing this Christmas challenge back in 2021!

Christmas Writing Prompt 2021

Pairing: Comandante Veracruz x Wife!reader

Word Count: 380

Warnings: mentions of prison

Prompt: Christmas Cards // “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”

Notes: I’ve never done a writing challenge before, being so new to writing in general, so I thought this would be fun! Thanks to @marvelousmermaid for sharing the list with me and @toomanystoriessolittletime for creating the list!

I used a random name picker with character names I put in, otherwise I know I would write every single one for Frankie.

My personal challenge for this is to write for people other than Frankie AND to keep it short!

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This will be your first Christmas without your husband. Comandante Veracruz was arrested and sitting in a Colombian prison. You had been allowed to see him only a handful of times, and that was only because you knew the people working there.

You wouldn’t be able to give him his present in person, so you sat down to make him a Christmas card. You weren’t the best artist, but he loved your drawings. They always brought a smile to his face and you figured he could use all the smiles he could get.

You draw a simple picture and open the folded cardstock to write inside:

Mi Amor-

I miss you more with each passing day. The way you dance with me, the way your hair looks in the middle of the night when you roll over, still sleeping. I miss the way you walk through the halls at work, commanding those around you with authority. I miss the way you move, always able to sneak around and catch me off guard, poking me in the ribs and catching me before I scream with laughter. I miss the way you run, sweat dripping down your face as your breaths come out in short puffs. I miss your arms around me, wrapping me in a warm embrace. I always feel safe with you and I know that I am loved, just as I hope you know you’re loved.

No matter what, know that I am here waiting for you and I will continue to wait for you until I see you again. You are my life, my love, my everything and I will always choose you.

Feliz Navidad

You sign your name and add a pretty border around the words, holding it out when you’re finished to inspect it. Nodding, you fold it up and put it in your purse to bring to the prison tomorrow. You hope that you were clear enough in your letter, but you know your husband is smart, cunning, and willing to do anything to get back to you. You know he will be ready.

Tonight is the night where you will see your husband again before starting a new chapter of your lives in a new country, with new names. You smile at the thought.

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2 - Worship (Body/Cock/Pussy up to you) - Ezra (Prospect)

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4 - Overstimulation - Frankie Morales

5 - Biting - Max Phillips

6 - Strip Tease - The Thief

7 - Phone Sex - Javier Peña

8 - Thigh Riding - Marcus Pike

9 - Spanking - Din Djarin

10 - Face fucking - Marcus Moreno

11 - Edging - Javier Peña

[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!

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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. 

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Request Status: Open (Selective)

Pedro Pascal Characters I Write: Din Djarin , Joel Miller, Javier Peña, Oberyn Martell, Javi Gutierrez, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Comandante Veracruz, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels.

Gabriel Luna Characters I Write: Tommy Miller, Boro Polonia.

Be My Future - Din x Reader (Breeding Kink)

Possessive!Din

Touch Starved Din

Teaching Din To Eat You Out

Take It - Dom! Din x Reader (Breeding Kink)

Over Eager, Inexperienced Din

Din Spanks You With His Belt

Din When You're Pregnant

What's In A Name? - Din Djarin x Named OC (SFW)

Din As A Girl Dad (SFW)

Domestic!Din x Teacher!Reader (SFW)

"I'm Not Wearing Underwear" - Prompt

Headcanons

Jealousy, Jealousy - Jealous!Reader x Joel / Jealous!Reader x Tommy (Most Popular Fic!)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Part Two) - Jealous!Reader x Joel

Joel's Kinks

That's My Girl - Jealous, Possessive Joel x Reader

Differences Between Game!Joel & Show!Joel

Playing Rough - Joel x Reader (ft spanking & the knife handle).

Mine - Possessive!Reader x Joel

DBF! Joel Catching You Staring At His Arms

'Accidentally' Getting Joel A Shirt That's Too Small

DBF! Joel Has Enough Of Your Teasing

DBF! Joel With A Bratty Reader

Joel Sees Your Scars (SFW)

Seducing Joel

Joel Wants You In Sub Space

Oblivion - Joel x Reader (Established Consent / DubCon CW)

Breathe Through It - Joel x Anxious!Reader (SFW)

Pre Game - DBF!Joel x Confident!Reader

Plus Size Reader Is Reassured By Joel (SFW)

“We Have To Make This Quick” - Prompt

Joel When You’re Sick (Headcanons)

Curls - Jackson!Joel x AFAB!Reader

Honeypot - Joel “kisses it better”,

Heat - Ezra x F!Reader

Taste - Ezra x F!Reader, short continuation of Heat

Ache - Ezra x AFAB Reader (Sex Pollen Fic)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Alt Version)

Bedside Manner (TLOU2 Spoilers!)

Taboo

Part One (SFW)

Part Two (SFW)

Tennessee Nights (Part One)

Tennessee Nights (Part Two)

Fall In Love In A Single Touch - modern!Oberyn (fluff & hurt/comfort)

A Breath Of Fresh Air - (Dubcon Smut)

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Day 25: Leather/Rubber/Latex, Daddy/Mommy Dom, Guns/Knives

𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

sequel to 𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x FEDRA!Comandante Veracruz | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 2.2k | CONTENT: degradation x ∞, dark!Joel, QZ!Joel, dubcon elements, sir kink, humiliation kink, gun play, Joel is mean and rough, Veracruz is horny and pathetic, butt stuff, cumplay?, one-sided pining? | SYNOPSIS: With a string of harsh circumstances narrowing his options for survival in the QZ, Veracruz attempts to strike a deal with someone he knows can turn things back around.

“So, do we have a deal?” Veracruz presses.

Joel busies himself with a loose splinter of wood on the edge of the table, barely showing interest in the conversation. He leans further back in his chair and sighs.

“Yeah, I’m not really seein’ where this benefits me ‘n Tess.”

“How the fuck does it not benefit you?! I –” he breaks off and throws his hands in the air “–I’m the one who’s taking a loss here, out of anybody.”

“Your demotion ain’t my emergency, and it certainly isn’t gonna make me cut a deal that’s not worth our time.”

He wasn’t sure how Joel knew about the shake up in the rankings amongst FEDRA officers recently, but he couldn’t deny it. He’d had it in good with the last guy, and things were fine until they made one too many backdoor dealings and got sloppy. Now some new haircut had taken over the position, swept into the QZ, and made a big fuss, switching up positions and weeding out anybody who was more into securing their own side deals than maintaining the status quo.

“You act like you’re not getting anything out of this deal, and that’s complete bullshit,” Veracruz spits.

He hated how domineering and untouchable Joel always was. He made intimidation seem effortless, and he’d carved out a decent way of life for himself along with his partner Tess. They made good enough to stay under the radar but still score little perks here and there that otherwise weren’t possible to your average citizen. He’d made the mistake of trying to gain the upper hand with him before, and he had no intention of trying anything like that again.

“No, I think you’re just underestimating how much more I need to get outta this to offset the fact that I’m dealing with such a prick,” Joel shoots back lazily.

“So now I’m supposed to take even more of a loss because you’ve got a problem with what? My personality? Sounds awfully sensitive for somebody who’s supposed to be all big and bad.”

“Think of it as an Incentive Bonus for me. Somethin’ that motivates me enough to deal with your bitch ass every week.” Joel pauses for a moment and smirks, eyes lifting to meet Veracruz’s. “Besides, I don’t think you need reminding of how big and bad I am.”

Veracruz swallows hard thinking back to the time several months ago in the alleyway where he’d tried and failed to blackmail Joel, only to end up on his knees and covered in Joel’s cum. His cheeks heat with embarrassment at the memory, and Joel’s smile only widens.

“What are you really after?” Joel tilts his head to the side and pins Veracruz with a dubious look. “You could cut a deal with about seven other guys running around, but you for some reason seek me out? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were lookin’ for somethin’ you know only I can offer. Somethin’ to really satisfy you.”

Had he really been so obvious? He wouldn’t go as far to call it a crush or an infatuation, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how Joel made him feel that day in the alley. How the control had been ripped right up under his feet and how it had been the most exhilarating, demeaning, and arousing thing he’d ever experienced. How expertly the power was taken back from him. How the loss of control by someone bigger and stronger had sent an electric buzz through his entire body.

But Veracruz was never delusional enough to proffer Joel for that sort of interaction again and had long ago accepted that physical proximity by way of a business partnership was as close as he was going to get his fix of Joel Miller.

“I sure do remember you runnin’ your mouth a whole lot more the last time we talked,” Joel snorts.

“Sure sounds like you’re angling for a certain type of arrangement, Miller,” he lobs back weakly.

“Just callin’ it like I see it.”

Veracruz stalls for a moment but falls short of a rebuttal.

“Put your gun on the table and put your arms out to the side,” Joel orders.

He stands and looks at Veracruz expectantly, smirking when he wordlessly complies. With his pistol planted on the table, Joel pats him down quickly before settling back into his chair.

“Is it really necessary to give me a fucking pat down?” he huffs.

Joel completely ignores the objection and folds his hands behind his head. “Now that we got that outta the way, I’m giving you a chance to pitch an actual offer for this deal and quit wastin’ my time.”

Veracruz visibly scorns the insinuation but can’t stop the drop of his gaze to the spread of Joel’s legs in the chair. His eyes flit back up to find Joel staring at him with a bored smirk. He lets out a heavy breath and steps closer. There really wasn’t any use skirting around the inevitable. The guise was quickly crumbling, and Veracruz didn’t want to risk Joel walking if he didn’t just get to the point.

“Ain’t gonna take itself out,” Joel murmurs with a deliberate upswing of his hips before settling back.

Veracruz silently sinks to his knees and tries to ignore the searing gaze watching his every move. He’s almost disappointed when he makes it past the zipper and boxers and finds a limp cock. He immediately scolds himself for wishing this was more of a turn on for Joel.

“That little pat down made me realize that pay cut really hit you hard, huh? Seems like you’ve lost a little weight there, babydoll,” he muses, practically laughing in Veracruz’s face at the hardships he’d been given left and right over the past couple of months. “That’s alright. I’ll give you somethin’ to fill that mouth up. Might even give you somethin’ to fill that belly up, too, if you make this real good for me.”

The condescending nickname paired with the hazy promise of drinking Joel down was already making heat pool in Veracruz’s lower belly.

“First things first,” Joel grunts as he leans across the table and grabs the pistol. The bullets clatter loudly onto the wood when he swiftly unloads the gun. He reassembles the now empty firearm and props it between his legs. “Wouldn’t be smart to accept the goods without testing them first.”

Veracruz shakes his head, confused at the remark. The smile twisting Joel’s mouth makes the lightbulb go off in Veracruz’s head, and his entire face flushes.

“Not gonna say it twice,” Joel snips, impatient and domineering.

Veracruz closes his eyes, brow pinching ever so slightly, when Joel’s palm connects with his cheek in a stinging slap. He gasps at the sharp strike and glowers at Joel, who just laughs low and smug.

“Eyes up here.”

The disgraced, embarrassed officer swallows his pride and gently places his lips around the barrel of the gun so as to not knock it against his teeth.

“Suck.”

The cold, hard metal is heavy on his tongue as he creates as much suction as he can around the awkwardly shaped object. The taunt of Joel’s now half-hard cock right next to his mouth is almost too much to bear, but the order of eyes up makes it slightly easier to ignore. After a few moments, Joel seems placated enough to trust Veracruz with the real thing.

“You try anything funny, and I’ll drag you out into the street, slice your belly open until you’re fallin’ out all over the place, and feed you your own innards until you choke to death, you understand?”

“Yes,” Veracruz gulps. When Joel gives him a pointed look, Veracruz amends his response. “Yes, sir.”

Usually on the receiving end of these types of situations, Veracruz is at a loss where to start. Surely a man like Joel Miller knows exactly what he likes and how he likes it. There might not even be any pleasing him, which wouldn’t be surprising if that’s all this turned out to be anyway: some big show of dominance and submission. Still, it was better to just start and get this over with so he could jerk himself off the second Joel left.

“Ah ah ah, we’re not in a rush,” Joel chides when Veracruz sloppily takes him into his mouth. “You’re gonna suck my cock nice and slow, got it?”

So with a renewed, hastened pace, he sinks his mouth down until about halfway when it nudges the back of his throat and makes him cough. Glistening lines of saliva are already forming trails from his mouth to Joel’s cock, now rigid and demanding.

“Be a good little soldier and keep those eyes on me when I’m letting you suck my cock.”

He does as he’s told and angles his hips away in hopes that Joel won’t see his own growing bulge. It was bad enough that he was in this position; he didn’t need Joel knowing how much he liked being treated this way on top of it. With his jaw already starting to ache and Joel with no sense of urgency, he tries to take him deeper, only to cough and gag every time. Thankfully this seems to do something for Joel.

“Yeah, choke on it,” he groans. “This is my throat now. Gonna fuck it how I want.”

Without warning, Joel grips the back of his head and begins maneuvering it up and down at a steady, grueling tempo with the only breaks being when he turns Veracruz’s head sideways so he can bulge his cheek out with his cockhead.

“Don’t even respect yourself enough to not crawl back, beggin’ for me to gag you with my cock. What a pathetic piece of shit,” Joel grunts.

“I–I need a break,” he gasps, panting for air while he can get it.

“I’m not done, and you should be fucking grateful that I’m not giving your mouth a break by fuckin’ another hole of yours,” he bites.

A breathy groan slips from his lips before he can stop it, and Joel’s face twists into a malicious smirk. “Un-fucking-believable. You’re really that fuckin’ desperate to be my favorite little fucktoy, aren’t ya?”

When he doesn’t answer – shame and arousal heating his entire face and neck – Joel laughs at him again. 

“It’s your lucky day because I’m feelin’ real generous. Get it realllllll wet because that’s all the help you’re gettin’ before I shove it into that cumhole of yours.”

Veracruz takes it to the back of his throat to coat it in as much slippery, thick slobber as he can before following Joel’s instruction to stand up and drop his pants. The humiliation deepens when he spots the prominent swell between Veracruz’s thighs.

“Bet you’d set yourself on fire if you thought I’d piss on you to put it out,” Joel jeers.

Without waiting for a reply, he shoves the younger man against the edge of the table, knocking his feet wider apart until his hips meet the tabletop.

“This what you like? Bein’ a warm hole for me to fuck? Stickin’ my cock wherever I want because you need it that bad?” he taunts, damp breath fanning against Veracruz’s neck and making him shiver.

Joel lines himself up and slowly presses inside the puckering ring of muscle. He barely gets the fat tip past the opening before the resistance pushes against him. He snaps at Veracruz to touch himself so he'll relax, which only partially works. Veracruz feels the cool tip of his pistol nudging against his mouth and opens wordlessly for it, already knowing what Joel wants.

“There you go, little boy. Suck on that. Keep ya from cryin’,” he goads, pushing harder into the still too tight ring of muscle. “Suck on your little pacifier to keep from cryin’ while I wreck this hole.”

Veracruz whimpers loudly around the barrel, eyes slipping back as he sucks harder and tries not to come. It’s hardly five half-deep thrusts later before Joel spills inside with a wanton moan, gasping and cursing as he floats down from his high. 

“Best little cum dumpster I’ve ever met,” he muses, still a little out of breath. “I’ll be real generous and let you keep my cum plugged up in there for a little while longer. Remind you what you’re good for.”

He slowly drags himself out of the yawning hole, pulling a hiss from Veracruz despite the gentler than anticipated exit. Joel takes the gun from Veracruz’s mouth and presses it against his leaky opening.

“Now hurry up and finish,” he orders. “I wanna see if your used up cocksleeve can even clench around anything after takin’ me.”

The frantic, borderline hysterical sounds that he makes as he milks himself to completion will no doubt bring a dreadful sense of disgrace later on when he’s alone in his barracks, but right now all he can focus on is the singular most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced. The shrill whistle in his ears nearly blocks out everything else as he lays face down on the table in a puddle of his own spend. He feels the bottom of his shirt being tugged as Joel cleans himself up.

“Good doin’ business with ya, cumrag.”

The next sensation that comes into his consciousness is the hot pearl of spit Joel leans over to spew over the side of Veracruz’s face. 

The zip of Joel’s fly and the jingle of his belt being fastened punctuate the heavy air. “See you at the drop next week,” he calls over his shoulder before walking out without another word.

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NAVIGATION:

★ - series

✦ - story containing smut

𓅫 - dead dove do not eat

DIN DJARIN

★✦ Best Kept Secret : bodyguard!din djarin x princess!reader ^ completed

✦ Sweet Boy : din djarin x gn!reader

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

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Pedro Pascal Characters Tarot Deck

(Ongoing)

Major Arcana

0 - The Fool - Lucien Flores

I - The Magician - Max Lord

II - The High Priestess - Nico

III - The Empress - Mrs. Flores

IV - The Emperor - Javier Peña

V - The Hierophant - Marcus Acacius

VI - The Lovers - Marcus Pike

VII - The Chariot - Din Djarin

VIII - Justice - Marcus Moreno

IX - The Hermit - Zach Wellison

X - The Wheel of Fortune - Max Phillips

XI - Strength - Frankie Morales

XII - The Hanged Man - Joel Miller

XIII - Death - Ezra

XIV - Temperance - Silva

XV - The Devil - Dieter Bravo

XVI - The Tower - Pero Tovar

XVII - The Star - Javi Gutierrez

XVIII - The Moon - Dave York

XIX - The Sun - Oberyn Martell

XX - Judgement - Whiskey

XXI - The World - Charlie

Minor Arcana

Wands

King of Wands - Pedro Pascal (Special)

Knight of Wands - Claude

Page of Wands - Omar Assarian

2 of Wands - Billy

5 of Wands - Ted Garcia

7 of Wands - Nathan Landry

8 of Wands - Eddie

10 of Wands - Clint

Cups

Knight of Cups - Unnamed Character (Fire Meet Gasoline)

Page of Cups - Jay Castillo

Ace of Cups - David

2 of Cups - Steve

4 of Cups - Unnamed Character (Hope)

5 of Cups - Kevin “Kip” Green

6 of Cups - Robert

Swords

King of Swords - Reed Richards

Knight of Swords - Edmund

Page of Swords - Fink

Ace of Swords - Tim Rockford

3 of Swords - Ricky Hauk

5 of Swords - Shane “Dio” Morrissey

6 of Swords - Pietro Alvarez

7 of Swords - Comandante Veracruz

Pentacles

Knight of Pentacles - Mr. Ben

Page of Pentacles - Paulino

2 of Pentacles - Ed Indelicato

7 of Pentacles - Pedro

9 of Pentacles - “The Thief”

More characters and cards to come!

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Pull Me Under

Pairing: Comandante Veracruz x afab reader

Warnings: 18+; PWP, Oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), tiny bit of ass play (f receiving), p in v sex, brief light choking, some gendered language referring to reader (sweet thing, princess)

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary:  His ambition felt like danger, in a way, and danger felt like lust - so it was natural you had been drawn to his wicked smile and knowing gaze.

A/N: Repost of another old one.

“Commander”

You know the title never sounded better to him than when it comes out of your mouth – this time in a breathy moan, coaxed skilfully from your soft lips by his own, urged on by the sharp tug on your hair as he pulls you back to look in to your eyes. There is always a fire to him that overwhelms you, something in his eyes that speaks to an unpredictability inside of him – a soul on the brink of either greatness or destruction. With the recent promotion you know that he could achieve the greatness you see in him – if only his ruthless ambition doesn’t get in the way.

You had met on base years ago, your administration job with the military taking you there regularly, and you had keenly watched him rise through the ranks with a fierce determination. A desperation, it sometimes seemed. But his ambition felt like danger, in a way, and danger felt like lust so it was natural you had been drawn to his wicked smile and knowing gaze. From the first kiss you were like an addict, he was your truest vice and you always needed more.

As you let him twist and mould you to his will now, following his movements like second nature, you notice his lips still carry a faint the taste of the coffee he had been drinking when you arrived home to find him in your kitchen a while ago. Not unusual, him showing up on a whim after too much time apart, but still taking you by surprise. He made no show of it though, no shame in his reason for being there, claiming what he wanted the moment you stepped through the threshold – every eager touch full of a hunger that quickly reignited your never ending desire for him.

“Tell me you missed me, sweet thing?” he asks you now, pulling away from where you’re perched on the kitchen counter. He leans back against the opposite wall and his eyes wander over you; taking in your half-clothed body, the soft pout of your lips as you reach for him.

“More than words” you breath out, quiet and true. Of course he knows it, you’re wrapped around his finger – just how he likes it. It’s easy to tell how much it thrills him, ignites a feeling of power he always craves, the fact that you are simply his. And while it’s unspoken, you know he reciprocates in his devotion to you. There is no one else, for either of you, there doesn’t need to be. He tells you he was he was like a man starved until he found you, and you feel it in his greedy touch every time.

You make a show of reaching for him again with outstretched arms and open legs, eager to continue, but he ignores your silent demands for more. He rests against the wall, his hands settled in the pockets of his pants and his unfaltering gaze still on you, the hint of a smirk on his lips as he watches you grasp for his attention. He likes to play these games with you – make you tell him how much you want it, show him. Oh, he wants to see you work for it. It stirs something deep in him.

Pushing yourself off the counter, you let him win like always – reeling you in with his dark eyes and a smug, knowing smile. When you approach and press against his body he lets a hand fall lazily to your waist, fingers dragging on a patch of exposed skin there and making you shiver in anticipation and need. More, more, you need more from him than the light press against your flesh but he won’t give it. And yet he shudders when you press your lips to his neck, teeth scraping against him pulling the most delectable, quiet moan from him – the kind that makes you ache. You’re glad to know his weaknesses too, it makes the game that much more fun. He has that power over you, yes, but you know which buttons to press – where to kiss, what to say, how to wear down that hard exterior until he’s a gasping, pleading mess beneath your fingers.

“Are you mine, princess?” he asks, curious even though he knows. He knows the answer and how easily it will roll off your tongue, knows because you tell him every time. But he aches to hear it, needs it.

You kneel before him, knees pressed upon the cool linoleum flooring, and work his belt and pants open quickly. You take a moment to run your hand over the bulge in his pants, squeezing him gently as you look up at him with wide-eyed innocence.

You remember how he had once told you your eyes would make every star in the sky jealous, the way they sparkle and reflect your deepest passions.

“I’m yours, Commander” you finally respond sweetly, as he brings a hand to caress your face.

You feel him pulse at your words, and it makes you more aware of the slick between your own legs. How you want him. Quickly you help him shed the clothes restricting the prize underneath. With his free hand he takes out his cock, swollen head already beading with his arousal, stroking it a few times as he still cups your cheek in his other.

“Show me” he tells you, voice cracking as you eagerly open your mouth to him and lick a stripe from base to tip in one long motion before taking the tip of him in to your mouth and stroking your hand along the length.

It is not like it has been with other men; lewd and rushed and not intimate enough. The way he shares himself with you in this moment; as you take more of him in your mouth and he stutters out how good you are, so very good for him, how beautiful you look with your lips wrapped around him, as he moans out how you make him feel with his head pushed back against the wall and a hand lightly holding the back of your head, a subtle request to take him deeper. When you do, he gasps and it makes you clench as the heat between your legs sears.

You had never expected him to be such a talker, so keen to spill his inner thoughts as you worked him, but then there was so much about him that was unexpected when this began – how soft and slow he could be with you when you needed it, how much he wanted to take his time and make sure your were fully sated, only satisfied when you were spent and struck dumb by his ministrations. You had always assumed he’d be like the others, only caring about his satisfaction, but the truth about him is that he is ambitious and determined in every area of his life and that includes a dedication to making you come so hard that you feel him for days after.

“Exquisite” he groans out when you take him all the way and gag a little before pulling back to take a breath. The way he looks down at you when you repeat the action is so thick with lust you could drown in it. Pulling off of him again he brings you back up to him, running a thumb along your plush lips that are wet with your saliva and then kissing you so fiercely you have to find purchase on his strong shoulders.

It doesn’t take long before your undressing each other of your remaining clothes between feverish kisses, moving blindly through the house. You don’t want to let go of him for more than a moment, so wrapped up in your burning desire and his demanding hands – his rough touch on your now bare skin causing a chain reaction right down to your core. You make it to the bed but you can’t recall your steps, truthfully it’s further than you anticipated since you were ready to fuck him on the kitchen floor, but you’re happy for the soft comfort of the bed when he sits back on it with his back against the headboard.

“Here, sit” he widens his legs and pats the space between them, pulling you so your back is against his chest when you come to him. His heart is beating fast and heavy, his hard cock is pressed between you and him so you rub against it just to hear him groan in your ear.

“How I love this body, so soft and sweet. Ready for me” he whispers in your ear, while he gropes at your breasts and kneads the pliant flesh.

You drop your head back against his shoulder and his lips immediately make contact with the open space of your neck, soft kisses and tender nips at the skin make you moan as one hand moves from your chest to your stomach. The contact leaves you reeling, head spinning, like you’ve never been touched before. He has you so completely, every bit of you burning for him. The trail of his fingers down makes your skin prickle, dipping between your wet folds and over your clit making you jolt.

He speaks again against your ear; a chuckle over just how wet you are, how ready for him you are demonstrated with the ease of two fingers entering you, only a slight sting as he does. They curl inside you and search for that spot, and he knows he’s hit it when you arch your back and curse loudly at the sensation it causes within you.

“Right there? Tell me” he commands, crooking his fingers there again, and you know he’s got that smug smile on his face again even with your eyes pressed shut.

“There. There. It feels...fuck- it feels- oh god” you pant out an incoherent reply that turns in to a babble when his thumb finds out your clit and you almost combust on the spot.

He works you so well, gives you so much, lips still roaming the areas of your neck, your shoulders, occasionally nipping at your earlobe. His thumb circles the small nub while his fingers rub that spot inside you, making you cry out as he does it again and again until your toes curl, pulling you like a taut string ready to snap.

“There is no other sight in the world as wonderful as this” he mutters, the rumble of his voice reverberating through you, but it’s tender too. He means it.

You moan out his name and with one more swipe over your clit, you’re gone. The string snaps, the build up of tension bursting open the gates to your orgasm. He holds you against him possessively as you arch, hips bucking from the continued stimulation of him working his fingers inside of you. When you start to come down from it though, he’s asking for another. Demanding it, pressing his thumb down again and making you cry out as a second climax quickly rips through you and makes you convulse as you come around his fingers a second time.

“Beautiful” he chuckles as you whimper, withdrawing and biting down against your neck as he does.

This is what he does, takes everything from you. Shatters you and takes pieces of you for himself. And still you need more, you feel his throbbing cock between you and you want to feel every inch of him.

You want to see him ache with pleasure and know no one can make him feel it like you can.

You turn away and start to move over him, straddling him where he sits on the bed. His large, warm hands come to rest on your hips and the way he looks at you as you reach for his aching cock is like he’s telling you. Take everything you want from me, have all of me.

He groans and grunts as you sink down on to him, letting him fill you all the way slowly, taking your time before rising again. You repeat the motion, setting the pace as you ride him, watching his eyes close in pleasure – head tipping back against the headboard and it’s a sight to behold. He’s wrecked by you, moaning out as you quicken your pace and squeeze down on him every time his cock hits that place inside of you. Fingertips dig in to your hips as you move, not trying to take control, just trying to anchor himself to you as the feel of your cunt and your lips on his neck drive him wild, ferocious because of only you.

He’s getting close, already, and you feel a swell of pride that you can still turn him so quickly to this man on the edge. His pupils so darkened, untamed as he looks at you again, praising you when you take him fully again and grind your hips. He reaches down, a finger toying with your clit. Still sensitive, you gasp, moreso when he gathers your slick and reaches to press the same finger against your asshole, just circling it but still causing you to shudder in pleasure.

He slaps at your hip with his other hand when you stop moving, but he smiles up at you knowing exactly what he’s doing to you right now, winding you tight once more. When you begin to move again he grunts his approval, watching your hand that doesn’t rest on his broad shoulder move until your own fingers circle the sensitive bundle of nerves and you let out a shaky breath.

“One more, for me” he urges you on, pressure on your hole making your legs start to shake and your toes curl. You come for the third time when he tells you, waves of white-hot satisfaction washing over you and you have to hold on to him as it does. Each time is better than the last and you sob as it rolls through you.

He takes your hand away, thrusting up in to you as his release comes close urged on by your own. You surge forward to kiss him, harsh, hungry, senses overwhelmed. You’re a mess, both of you; sweaty, panting, barely stable. Taking and taking and taking. He whispers your name, clinging to it like a prayer. A loud moan when you pull away from his lips and wrap a hand around his throat. Only you, he would never trust anyone else with him like this. It makes him shudder in delight, eyes widening as his muscles tense with his impending finish.

“Are you mine, Commander?” you repeat his question to him with your hand around his neck. And just like him, you know the answer. And just like him, you need to hear it anyway. He comes undone at your words, thrusting twice deep into you as he spills his release with a growl.

“Always, my heart” he lets out, finally, as he tries to remember how to breath. “Always”.

He watches rapt as you rise up, his seed dripping from you before you’re falling on to the bed besides him. You need to clean up, but you don’t want to move, knowing this might be another quick visit and trying to draw it out for as long as possible. He scoots down, lying besides you.

“Will you stay?” you ask, hopeful, a yawn escaping you as you lie back next to him.

“Not tonight, my love. The American arrives tomorrow and I have to brief my men, but the mission will be a short one, I’m sure of it” he replies confidently. You know he’s trying to score more military aid for Colombia, but his plans remain off limits to you,

“I will come back to you as soon as it’s finished” A promise.

A promise you pray that he keeps, too drunk on sex to notice that glint of blind ambition - or is it madness? - in his eyes that might warn you that he won’t. 

But you don’t see it.

[not-a-unique-snowflake-blog]

2023 was fun! It’s my first year reading fan fiction so it’s been one of the horniest and the thirstiest years of my life!😁 I found a lot of amazing people here and this hellsite truly became my home in 2023!💖

I want to say ‘thank you’ to people who made this year very special for me and wish them all wonderful 2024!😘 I came up with some categories so here they are!💖

✨The “OMG” fic of the year

This one goes to Promise /a dragon!Ezra x f!reader/ by @criticallyacclaimedstranger I’m a proud monster fucker but holy hell I surprised myself when I loved this fic so much!🥵 it’s hot and also very sweet and beautifully written!😍❤️ After reading it I had long and thorough discussions about the logistics of dragon fucking with a few people and had the best time!😄

✨The series I love with all my heart

Stay In Bed /pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader/ by @psychedelic-ink is amazing, touching and beautiful! I felt a ton of emotions reading about Joel and reader’s journey to each other. Thank you for writing it, Sil!🫶

✨The “I’m too old for this, my heart nearly stopped” fic of 2023

Every Inch pt 3 /m!ghostface x f!reader/ by @toxicanonymity was so hot that it nearly killed me😅I had to open the window to get some fresh air cos reading it made me dizzy with hyperventilation. I survived thus I strongly recommend to TRY THIS AT HOME‼️

✨The loveliest co-writer of 2023

@milla-frenchy my friend, my twin, my co-writer💖 your support gave me confidence to come out with my own writing which wasn’t easy😅 thank you!🫂 It’s always a pleasure to write with you and I hope to continue our creative journey in 2024. I love you, baby! Check out her masterlist! It’s gold!🥵🥵🥵

✨The most unhinged reader

@gracieispunk created a reader so unhinged, badass and hot that she sometimes overshadows Maintenance Man!Joel himself!😍 Tenant Girl takes what she wants and I love her for it‼️💖

✨My man, my love, my everything

Do you have an emotional support character who can make you feel happier, safer, calmer when you simply think about them? I do thanks to @toxicanonymity ! Nightwalks Joel is my most favourite fictional man! The first, the best, the hottest! HELL YEAH!🍆🧎🏼‍♀️🐆

✨“If horrible, why so hot” character

Joel from the Wrong Way series by @romana-after-dark wins this one! This Joel is one of the darkest I’ve ever read and he makes me feral and I love him!😵‍💫🥵

✨The most read fic of 2023

Liquid Gold /Joel Miller x fem!pregnant!reader x Tommy Miller/ by @gasolinerainbowpuddles is my breastfeeding kink Bible and simply an extremely hot fic! no joke I thought of pinning it on my blog cos I searched for it that often. Just thinking about it now makes me feel like a reread is due!😵‍💫🫠

Also thank you, Puddles, for your hilarious memes!😆👏 you’re a treasure!💖

✨The most unique series

Muddy Waters /Ezra x F!Reader x Joel Miller/ by @bonezone44 blew me away this year! Its characters are complex, the plot is fascinating and unique, it’s like a diamond that shines differently when you look at it from a new angle❤️

✨DDDNE fic of the year

Whatever You Want /Comandante Veracruz x Reader/ by @iamasaddie is a non-con masterpiece! It’s not easy to keep the realism of the situation and still make it hot, but this story has a perfect balance of both!🥵🖤

Also Aly, thank for being such a great friend!💖 You’re hilarious, kind, gorgeous and a super talented writer and artist!😍👏 I love you!😘

✨My favourite writer of 2023

I dearly love many writers on this site. But this title goes to @toxicanonymity without a doubt❤️

You made this year for me, Toxy! I’ll never be normal about your writing, your talent, your characters, your kindness, your heart😍 Every series, every story of yours is perfect! Thank you for everything you gave me and all of us this year! I love you, friend!💖🫂😘

✨My favorite people in 2023

My moots, my lovelies, my friends! Y’all made me laugh, cry happy tears, thirst, FEEL things like I’ve never felt before! I LOVE YOU ALL💖 @missannwinchester @milla-frenchy @toxicanonymity @iamasaddie @neverwheremoonchild @lumoverheaven @multiversed-daydreamer @beefrobeefcal @lunitawrites @rubyfruitjungle @xdaddysprincessxx @ellasinnombre @princessanglophile @romanarose @gasolinerainbowpuddles @noxturnalpascal @gracieispunk @ghoulettesinspace @janaispunk @funnygirlthatgab @jupiter-soups @seratuyo

Special smooches to my wifey @missannwinchester who has to deal with my nonsense every single day😅😘😘😘 LOVE YOU, SWEETIE🫂❤️

If you feel you should be on the list and I missed you, you’re absolutely right and I deserve a good spanking for not including you!😏

HAVE AWESOME 2024 Y’ALL!!! WOOOOOO!🥳🎊✨💖💖💖

[musings-of-a-rose]

Day 18 of baby writer me doing a writing challenge shortly after I started writing back in 2021!

Christmas Writing Prompt 2021

Pairing: Comandante Veracruz x reader

Word Count: 835

Warnings: real eggnog (alcoholic) so drinking too much, weapons fired but not at anyone, near assault situation but not actual

Prompt: Too Much Eggnog // “Santa Baby”

Notes: I've never written for Veracruz, but I wanted this to be a bit different than a lot of the fics I've read for him.

I’ve never done a writing challenge before, being so new to writing in general, so I thought this would be fun! Thanks to @marvelousmermaid for sharing the list with me and @toomanystoriessolittletime for creating the list!

I used a random name picker with character names I put in, otherwise I know I would write every single one for Frankie.

My personal challenge for this is to write for people other than Frankie AND to keep it short!

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Steph’s Christmas Writing Challenge December 2021 Masterlist

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You were thrilled when you were chosen to be the secretary to the American Ambassador/Liaison. You packed up your belongings and moved to Colombia as quick as you could, loving the idea of being in a new place and surrounded by new people.

You hadn’t been there for very long before the office was talking about the annual Christmas party. Apparently, it was this big thing and everyone from the office goes, along with a ton of military and police personnel. It’s a chance to mingle and get to know people and as much as you hate being around large groups of people, you force yourself to go.

Mingling wasn’t really your thing and if you were unsure of that, this evening made sure you knew. You felt awkward and out of your comfort zone. At least the egg nog was good, although a little strong. You drink a little too much eggnog, only realizing when you have a hard time walking to the bathroom. Your nerves had blocked out how much you actually had drunk but you can tell it was a lot. You splash water on your face, feeling the room spin.

Deciding to try and hail a cab home, you stumble from the bathroom and attempt to make your way out the back door, avoiding anyone you would have to see at work just in case you throw up. You get outside, walking almost like a newborn horse, and try to focus on the main street. What you don’t notice is the group of men walking towards you from across the yard, whooping and catcalling in your direction. One of them gets close enough to wrap a hand around your upper arm and spins you to face him, your head spinning like a top. He says something to you in Spanish and you don’t quite understand as your brain is swimming. He has a sneer on his face and you suddenly feel the other men surround you and you know you’re in trouble.

Suddenly, a shot rings through the air and the men disperse, a strong voice yelling at them as they go, another shot or 2 fired into the air. You start to crumble to the ground, nerves and alcohol mixing in your blood and head. Two arms grip you and help you stand, continuing to brace you as you try to focus on the man in front of you.

He’s handsome, hair gelled to the side, some patchy facial stubble crossing his face. His dark chocolate eyes scan your body, searching for any assault the men may have done. He speaks to you first in Spanish and you shake your head, immediately regretting that decision.

“Did those men hurt you, querida?”

You think for a moment. “No. They- they jus’ grabbed my…arm.” You gesture to your upper arm.

The man inspects your bicep, making sure there were no wounds. Apparently, there weren’t any as his eyes quickly returned to yours.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

He nods, looking relieved. “I saw you stumble out the back and it didn’t sit right with me. I followed in case you needed assistance.” He watches you attempt to stand and act cool, which you were failing miserably to do.

“Let’s get you into a cab, querida.”

He links your arm with his, holding tight to make sure you don’t fall. You make it to the street and he hails a cab. You turn to face him and, now that he’s fully in the light, you realize just how handsome he is.

“Does my savior have a name?”

He smiles at you. “Comandante Veracruz.”

Your cab pulls up and he helps you get inside. You pull out your purse and hand it to Veracruz, telling him your id with your address is inside. You don’t mind him knowing your address because he had enough time to take advantage and he didn’t. He reads off your address to the cab driver before handing you back your purse.

“Have a good night querida. Take some aspirin. I’ll come find you Monday.”

You nod at him as he closes the door. You make it home and use the entire weekend to treat a raging hangover. You feel much better by the time you arrive at work on Monday. Just before lunch, a handsome man walks up to your desk.

“Hola querida. I told you I’d find you Monday.”

You look at his face and try to place who he is. He chuckles as you hesitate in answering him. “I do not expect you to remember me. You were, how do you say, 3 sheets to the wind I think is the-”

“COMANDANTE VERACRUZ!”

You hadn’t meant to yell but you’re glad you did as you were gifted a laugh erupting from deep in his chest.

“Now that you’re more yourself, can I take you to lunch?”

You feel your face become hot, that intense gaze boring into you.

“Sure. Just as long as there’s no egg nog.”

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[wannab-urs]

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.

[flightlessangelwings]

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!

Graphic by @wannab-urs thanks so much for making that and hosting this event!

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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.