#comandante veracruz fanfic

[flightlessangelwings]

Jealousy Makes You Taste Good

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

Word count-2.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Needy tonight, are we?”

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

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

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

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

“Ay… Fuck… Cariño…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not jealous,” you murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“V…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“V… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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For the Love of Fic: November 20

Heyo! I've been just parking read fic here for a while and didn't realize how long it was getting! And then I used my wait times in Disney to read a bunch more.... anyway. I've got a long list of fun for you!

Also, I'm really sorry, this is the dumbest header I've ever made but it made me laugh so here we are.

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation Fics!

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DIETER BRAVO

Dieter, Dieter, Pumpkin Eater by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist I can't decide what I love more: Dieter getting frisky in a bouncy castle or his gleeful exclamations when the goats take to him. I want this. I want all of it. Sign me up. Crocs and all.

Tip Your Server by @nothoughtsjustmeds I love love love this fic. I love Dieter needing to get reader all hot and bothered while wearing fancy clothes, I love the banter, I love the obvious love these two have, the cavalier throw-away of a precious object, every gesture of affection and its tie to absolute, loving sass. And the prose is so great. This is a masterclass fic.

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JOEL MILLER

Strong Enough To Stand by @the-blind-assassin-12 Oof. This both hurt and was satisfying. Joel has a habit of holding onto love and hurt. It's definitely detrimental at times. But damn if it doesn't illustrate how fiercely he loves. Alyssa's lead up story to this--It Pours From Your Eyes--nearly destroyed me, but this one thankfully helped to soothe.

Surrender Chapter 13 and Chapter 14 by @ezrasbirdie Birdie gave us a beautiful reunion and ending for Daisy and Joel and I'm just so proud of her for putting her heart into a wonderful OC. There's so much in this series about learning to love and--even more interesting--learning to BE loved, and both Joel and Daisy are wonderful for that. I know there's an epilogue coming and I will patiently wait for my desert while this meal of a fic settles in my heart.

Saying I love you through an accidental kiss by @songsformonkeys Listen. Joel Miller's got a lot going on today and it's chaotic and you made him food and took care of Sarah and you...you reached for him first. SOFT! CUTENESS!

Spend All Your Love Making Time by @haylzcyon Sub!Joel is my new favorite obsession. He's just so in LOVE with reader, so in thrall and this is hot hot hot.... Those baby browns are certainly made for puppydog wants....

Something Soft by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 Everyone knows what you do with dandelions, right? Until an apocalypse wipes off even the tiniest things from human culture. Then kids like Ellie may not understand the simple joy of making a wish on one. Good thing there's folks like Joel who remember and help her out.

Joel, Interrupted by @iamskyereads This is both melancholy and warm, and that is such a welcome taste. It is quiet and lovely and the last line gave me so many feelings. If Joel was a ghost in his own house, this is exactly how he'd be. <3

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MARCUS MORENO

Not All Heroes Wear Capes by @all-the-things-2020 🪐 I love "fandom crossovers" as a year of tropes offering. ST:TNG was one of my big fandom obsessions, so it's nice to return to some of those characters. Putting a Pedro boy in there is inspired, and this was handled so well!!!

If It Wasn't For The Nights by @simpingcowboy 🪐 Marcus is just made for angst, isn't he. It's obvious how much he loved his wife and how much he loves their daughter. Going inside to examine that is just asking for a heart twist....

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

The Last Blockbuster: Bump in the Night by @blueeyesatnight I love these two slacker filmophiles and am always happy to see them return to my dash. This time it's a test of readers' spine, to see if she can handle the scary movies like she says she can. I appreciate the appearance of another movie memorabilia piece...🦇🦇🦇

IRL part 1 @ nickcage_numerouno and part 2: of festivals and food by @grogusmum I love that both these dopes are so insecure about meeting one another. Javi is sweet and wonderful like always, and it's nice to get his POV here and there as our plus-size reader deals with her own assumptions. But oh my gosh he's smitten and if there's gonna be a part 3 I'll lose my mind.

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COMANDANTE VERACRUZ

When it Comes to You... by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 I mean, if anyone's gonna get violently protective over his girl, it just might be Veracruz. I mean, to make you his priority during an ambush? To come back victorious and rail the crap out of you afterward? That's the dream....

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DAVE YORK

First Kill by @hopeamarsu 🪐 Holy balls, this is a beautiful little character study on Dave. Hope goes inside his head during a therapists' session where he's asked about his first kill, and it is menacing AF. Take a look at this piece, because it is bomb.

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EZRA

Gravity by @insomniamamma 🪐 J has a way with Ezra that I'm just addicted to. I know she loves him deeply, always takes so much care with him, gets his soft side just right. She makes me yearn so very hard for this man...his physical gracelessness a grand contrast to the gracefulness of his devotion. My goodness, I love this fic.

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PERO TOVAR

untitled by @writeforfandoms Listen. It's a little mixed trope drabble about Pero as your bodyguard that might not mind being mistaken for your boyfriend and I could take 10K of this thanks.

Bangathon fics Cowgirl and Missionary by @prolix-yuy I may be a broken record, but I just cannot get enough of a solem and sour protector who only shows his vulnerability behind closed doors. I knew better than to read LJ's take on him and expect to remain unmelted.

Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky This is just the very cutest. Of course Pero knows his way around knives, but pumpkin carving doesn't go exactly as you planned. In fact, it goes much sweeter.

Seed by @perotovar I love a Pero that is hot for his wife whether or not she can concieve. And that the want for a baby that hasn't come yet doesn't make them sad...it just makes them want to try harder! Soft and sweet and spicy all at once. Just like I like him.

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FRANKIE MORALES

Ring Toss by @morallyinept Look. It's a simple concept. Frankie brings you donuts because Frankie loves you. You're resisting because you're on some silly diet. Donuts have holes. Frankie's got something that will fit in that hole. One temptation is bad enough, but two sticky treats together? Resistance is futile.

Questions and Stories part 1 and part 2 by @never--doubt 🪐 I love this concept of Frankie and reader's daughter asking them how they met and functioned as soulmates, how love takes work, and the mechanic of not being able to see one particular color until your aoulmate finds you....

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EDDIE THE VAMPIRE (WITH MAX PHILLIPS)

An Act of Kindness by @missredherring This is a very sweet intro to a really lovely dynamic between a vampire reader and a fledgling. Oh my balls, Eddie needs help and she's such a good teacher. And he's so smitten with her in the cutest way... And of course, Max being Max, which is to say, Max being a douche.

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JAVIER PEÑA

Summer Kiss Prompt - Apology Kiss by @something-tofightfor I cannot deal when strong men recognize thier trauma and try to do better. It's clear here that Javi hasn't learned how to let someone else take the lead with him yet, but the growth that's comes is beautiful.

Summer Kiss Prompt - Lazy Kiss by @something-tofightfor Rachael does slice of life so well. There's something very wonderful about Javi's focus on his work to the point where he forgets to take care of himself, and maybe even lovlier about the woman who makes sure he eats something and has himself a break now and then...

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TIM ROCKFORD

Rockford and Roan 4 by @littlemisspascal I am so in love with Rae's soft soulmate stories, she always knows how to warm my heart. This one has some darker elements what with Tim investigating crimes....BUT THERE'S ALSO A DOG THIS TIME.

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DIN DJARIN

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch A soft and lovely story staring a black reader, wherein Din learns about the ritual and culture of her hair, how it links her to her family, how much a part of her it is...and therefore how much a part of himself. I just wanna curl up in this, it's so cozy.

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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

FENNEC SHAND

A Different Way of Life by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Yes. Yes this is what I want. To run away for adventure only to find I really ran away with the love of my life...who just happens to be a bounty hunter and a ton of fun.

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DICK GRAYSON

Seasons of Love by @captainsophiestark 🪐 I don't know much about this character, but he seems very sweet and loving. A jump through time in a relationship involving ties to the Wayne family.

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[anonymouse1312437]

FanFic Ideas

Hey everyone, I have been a bit out of it for a minute. I was wondering if anyone had any ideas they wanted for the following people:

Pedro Pascal (Himself not characters)

Matthew Lillard (Himself not characters)

Characters:

PEDRO PASCAL:

Oberyn Martell

The Mandalorian

Joel

Juan Badillo

Marcus Moreno

Dieter Bravo

Comandante Veracruz

Javi Gutierrez (A favorite of mine)

Agent Marcus Pike

Javier Pena

Nathan Landry

Francisco Morales

MATTHEW LILLARD:

Shaggy Rogers (live action not animated)

Jerry Conlaine (A favorite)

Dean Boland (Another fave)

Stevo

Stu Macher

Brock Hudson

Principal Bosch

Tim LaFlour

Dennis Rafkin

William Afton

Please either leave suggestions here in the comments and whether you want them smutty/fluffy.

If there is a specific trait or fetish/fantasy you would like but, don't want to comment it please feel free to send me a message Privately.

[flightlessangelwings]

FawKtober2024 Part 5- Comandante Veracruz

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader

Kinks- free use, bondage, edging

Word count- 1.7k

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

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

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

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“Comfortable, cariño?” Veracruz smirked.

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

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

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

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

And both of you craved it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wannab-urs]

Updates

Chapter four of Build Me Up Buttercup may be late tomorrow. It's 10:41 pm and I only have a rough outline.

I'm working on a Comandante Veracruz one shot, it's smutty but it's dub con. The reader is into it, but the situation makes it inherently dub con. Also includes knife, blood, and breath play. It's also my first dark!fic. I wrote it as a sort of self challenge and didn't initially intend to share it. It'll be tagged accordingly, so please don't read it if it will upset you.

I'm taking a work trip starting Sunday and returning Wednesday night, so I won't be writing or doing as many fic recs next week.

I intent to post a spreadsheet digest tomorrow, but it could be Saturday.

turns out working full time, trying to update a fic everyday, reading way too much fanfic, and also writing one shots on the side will eventually add up to "you ain't getting shit done."

Who gave me these responsibilities? Why me, of course. And I think that was rude of me.

Anyway love y'all <3

[pascalisthepunkest]

Comandante Veracruz | Masterlist

✨ this masterlist is a compilation of wonderful writers* that have blessed us with their amazing works ✨

Warnings/mentions: Alcohol 🥃 Drugs 💊 Violence 🔪

Keys: Angst 😢 Fluff 💕 Smut 🔥 Smuttish 🍑 Keyless 🔑

A Deal with the Devil 🔑

A Man’s Weakness 🔪💕

A Special Treat 🔥

Back for You 🔥

Card Game 🍑

Chained 🔥

Chocolate 🔥

Control 🔥

Dangerous 🔥

Earned It 🔥

Forbidden Fruit 💊🔥

Future Nostalgia 🔑

Hot and Cold 🔥

Mark You My Way 🥃🔪🔥

Mine 🔥

Mine 🔥

Missed You 🔥

Restraint 🔥

Smack That 🔥

Something More 🔥

The Comandante and the Agent 🔥

Touch Me, Don’t Feel Me 🥃😢🔥

Wait for Me 🔥

What Happens in the Jungle 💊🔪🔥 02🔪🔥

What You Mean to Me! 🔪😢💕🔥

Wicked Game 🔥 

Your Voice, Your Promise 🔥

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[pintsizemama]

Christmas Cards

Day 23

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

Summary: Veracruz gets a Christmas card from you.

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

Fandom: Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 831

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

V,

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

Merry Christmas, my love.

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

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

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

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

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

Day 24

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[chadillacboseman]

Barstool Throne

Pairing: Comandante Veracruz x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, alcohol use, guns mentioned

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is purely self-indulgent. I work in healthcare, and reader is a hcw (no explicit mentions of work duties though). Veracruz is an arrogant dick.

Also why do I only write with bars as a setting? Do I have a problem

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Veracruz was a piece of shit, of that you were certain. The man didn’t exactly try to hide it either, often sauntering into the bar with his squad and making sure the whole building knew they were there. You tried to avoid the bar when you could, but often shifts at the hospital ended in a mood that only cheap booze could fix. Showing up in your scrubs was a bonus, because it often earned you a free drink or two from the bartender. You had been working at the local hospital for the better part of two months on a work exchange program, living in the provided housing adjacent to the building. It wasn’t a bad gig- you made decent money and the other staff were fairly accommodating to a newcomer. 

For the most part, you avoided unwanted attention, but there were always nights where the attention found you despite your best efforts. And tonight, you felt the unwanted eyes of Veracruz and his squad on your back as you made your way to your favorite barstool. 

“¡Hola amiga! ¿De tomar?” The bartender was friendly as usual, but his eyes darted to the table in the far corner as you spoke, as if he sensed trouble brewing. 

The trouble made itself evident just as the bartender set your drink down in front of you- the blue-grey fatigues were unmistakable in your peripheral vision. It seemed Veracruz had broken off from his group and was now standing next to you, leaning against the bar, and eyeing you as if you were a steak on a butcher’s block.

 “Can I help you?” You kept your words sharp and your eyes forward, sipping casually from your drink. Veracruz chuckled and signaled the bartender for a drink of his own, 

“Just admiring the view.” 

You snorted and turned to face him, ready to retort in the most vitriolic way you could muster, but you found your insult catching in your throat. The man was more handsome up close than you had realized- all jawline with an aquiline nose and a peppering of facial hair. As if he sensed your thoughts, Veracruz took a seat on the stool next to you as the bartender returned with his drink. For a moment, the bartender’s eyes flicked to yours, filled with worry at your new companion, but you smiled briefly and gave him a small nod. 

Veracruz waited for the man to leave before he returned his attention to you, 

“You must work at the hospital, eh? Doctors for All?” You silently cursed yourself for not changing into street clothes before coming to the bar, 

“Yes. And you and your...friends must be, what? Military? National Police?” Veracruz took a swig from his beer and shrugged, 

“Something like that. But I think you know I’m not here to talk about me.” His last words were almost a growl, low and unnerving. 

“Does this technique work often for you?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, “the “asshole military guy makes me feel unsafe” vibe really doesn’t do it for me.” 

He smiled, all bright white teeth and crinkled eyes, before he responded, “Do I make you feel unsafe?” he moved almost imperceptibly closer to you, leaning in so that his face was unbearably close to yours. 

You swallowed much harder than you had intended, “You’re carrying two sidearms and enough ammo to kill everyone in this bar-” you paused to take a sip of your drink, “Am I supposed to feel at ease?” 

Veracruz considered your question for a moment, “Perhaps not. But I have no intention of hurting you-” he paused to gesture around him, “or anyone here for that matter.” 

He took another swallow of his beer before slamming it on the counter to grab the bartender’s attention. 

He turned back to face you, his dark eyes scanning your face, “At least tell me your name-” he tugged at his fatigues, “since I am at the disadvantage of having mine emblazoned on my chest.” 

You deliberated with yourself for a moment before relenting and telling him your name. He repeated it with a grin, and you hated how much you loved the way sounded in his accent, “I like it.” The heat rose in your face at his words and you tried to tamp down the girlish butterflies flitting in your gut. 

The bartender arrived with two shots of tequila in tow and set them on the counter in front of you. You raised an eyebrow and turned to Veracruz who grinned. 

“Something to ease the tension.” He threw back his shot with barely a grimace, then gestured to yours, his expression almost playful. 

Against your better judgement, you took the shot, your face contorting slightly at the taste. Veracruz laughed and clapped you on the back. 

“Will you survive?” You sputtered and scrambled for the lime wedge, pressing it into your teeth, “No thanks to you.” You shook your head to clear it and took a hearty swallow of your drink to wash it all down. 

You wished now that you had eaten your lunch as the liquor hit you like a mule kick to the chest. Veracruz watched you intently and waited until there was a pause in your miniature breakdown before he spoke, “You looked good, even while you did...whatever that was.” You snorted, “Well thank you for that.”

Veracruz eyed you intently for a moment before he spoke again, “I’ve had enough of this chase-” he waved his hand dismissively at his squad and they rose from their chairs with a clamor. It was a moment before you realized that they were clearing the bar of the few other patrons. The bartender spared you a worried glance before disappearing into a back room and leaving you alone in the empty bar with Veracruz. You became hyper aware of your breathing, which was suddenly much heavier. For a moment, you considered getting up to leave, but something held you to the chair- was it the liquor? Or was it the spark of longing you felt building in your chest? 

Veracruz’s hand on your chin snapped you out of your trance as he turned your face to his. His dark eyes bored into you as he moved to put his mouth on yours. The kiss was rough, all tongue and bites on your lip as his hands moved to your chest, brushing over your breasts through your top. 

“Do you know how long I wanted to do this?” his lips ghosted against yours as he spoke, “Every day that I saw you here, I wanted to pin you over this bar and fuck you.”

In one swift movement, he plucked you from your seat on the stool and pulled you onto his lap, your back against his chest, held in place by his hands around you. Veracruz’s mouth found your ear and he bit gently at the sensitive flesh before whispering, “Now I have you here to myself, I am going to take my time with you.” 

Veracruz’s hands snaked under the hem of your top and he tugged it up over your head and tossed it to the floor. His mouth moved to your neck, kissing and licking at your exposed skin and sending chills down your spine. Beneath you, you could feel his growing arousal through his fatigues as his hands worked their way over your chest. His hands were rough against your skin, but you pushed against them anyway, savoring the feeling of his touch as he moved them over your breasts. Without warning, he bucked his hips up and shoved you, roughly, over the bar in front of you, your feet barely came under you quickly enough to stop yourself from sliding down. Veracruz kicked the barstool away carelessly and it fell to the stone floor with a clatter. There was a rustling sound as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. You felt his fingers gently trace down your back to the waistline of your pants before he grabbed them aggressively and pulled them down in one swift motion.

“Your arms- give them to me.” his voice was a low growl as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them in the small of your back. He fumbled, one-handed, with his belt for a moment before using it to fasten them together. He leaned forward so that his mouth was just a fraction of an inch from your ear, “So I know you’ll be a good girl for me.” he whispered, and you felt your legs grow weak. 

Veracruz grasped your hips roughly as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing gently against your folds. 

He chuckled as you pushed back against him, “Look at you, so wet and so desperate.” You whined as he teased you, moving his cock up and down your slit slowly, tantalizingly, until you felt as if you were going to snap. 

"What do you want?" He sounded arrogant, and you wanted to slap him, but fuck did it feel good. "Use your words," he growled, tugging roughly at your restrained wrists.

 "I want you to fuck me!" You cried, practically begging him to be inside you. 

Veracruz chuckled and leaned over you, moving to wrap a hand around your neck, "Say please." He whispered, his lips brushing your ear as his hand tightened on your throat. 

You hated him in that moment, but you wanted him so badly that you managed to whine, "Please fuck me."

However big you had imagined Veracruz was, it didn’t prepare you for the feeling of his cock being buried inside you. You let out a strangled cry as he bottomed out, and he chuckled again as he gave you a moment to adjust. He took hold of your restrained wrists and started to piston his hips slowly, pressing you down into the hard wood of the bar as he did.

“Fuck-” his breathing was ragged as he moved inside you, “I’m going to fill up this tight little cunt.” You groaned at his words and squeezed your eyes shut as your face rubbed against the smooth wood with every thrust. “I’m going to make you mine.” 

His free hand connected with your ass with a loud smack and you let out a surprised yelp at the painful contact. Veracruz increased his speed, his body slamming against yours as he split you open and pushed you, hard, into the bar beneath you. You whimpered as you felt your climax building, threatening to erupt at any moment. 

“Too bad no one else is here now,” Veracruz grunted, “No one will know that the pretty girl from the hospital is letting me fuck her where they get their drinks.” 

Your face heated at his words as you thought of the bartender and prayed that the door that separated him from the two of you was thicker than it looked. Veracruz’s pace was more erratic and frenzied as he chased his peak, his grip on your hips threatening to leave remnants of the affair. Your own orgasm wasn’t far off, and only grew closer as he pushed into you, his ragged breathing hot on your back. You moaned his name against the bar as you came, feeling yourself clench around his cock. This was enough to drive Veracruz over the edge and with one last buck of his hips he let out a strangled groan and spilled inside you. 

Veracruz remained there for a moment as he caught his breath and grew soft inside of you. He pulled out slowly, savoring the mixture of the two of you that dripped slowly down your thighs. He turned his attention to your wrists and slowly unbound them before he moved to pull up his pants and buckle the belt around them. You stood up straight and began to get dressed, pausing to glance at your wrists- how on earth were you going to explain those marks to your coworkers? You pulled your top over your head and tamped down your wild hair before turning to face Veracruz, who had been watching you fixedly. 

“Let’s do this again sometime.” The cockiness in his voice made you want to reach out and slap him, but you knew that was a terrible idea. “But maybe next time-” he moved closer to you, his hands perched lazily on his belt.

“I won’t clear the bar first.”

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@djxrxn​ tagged AS USUAL BECAUSE ALLI IS MY ROCK.

[madslorian]

Misc. Fanfic Favorites

Here is my miscellaneous collection of favorites fics that I don't quite have enough of for a separate character masterlist (yet!).

New characters and recommendations are added after I post my weekly recommendations post!

** indicates 18+ or NSFW stories and should not be consumed by those under 18

⊱{Comandante Veracruz}⊰

☆ **VEST DURING SEX

BY 221BSHRLOCKED NSFW! Reader and the Comandate have an intimate relationship and tonight the vest stays ON during sex

⊱{Cassian Andor}⊰

☆ **THE SUN ON BOTH SIDES

BY NO-DROIDS NSFW! Reader and Cassian smoke some spice before a mission and it leads to a very intense friends to lovers story

⊱{King Arthur}⊰

☆ **LITTLE ONE (MINI-SERIES?) PART 1 / PART 2

BY AUTUMNLEAVES1991-BLOG NSFW! Reader is being interrogated by King Arthur's men but he decides to take matters into his own hands with different tactics. Developed kind of into a (possibly) ongoing mini-series

[la-lunaluna]

Drabbles/one shots based on Dua Lipa’s “Future Nostalgia” album songs, with Pedro Pascal characters. The names without any characters are still not chosen, and I accept suggestions for that!

● future nostalgia (Comandante Veracruz)

● don’t start now (?)

● cool (?)

● physical (Oberyn Martell)

● levitating (Din Djarin)

● pretty please (Frankie Morales)

● hallucinate (Din Djarin)

● love again (Marcus Pike)

● break my heart (Javier Peña)

● good in bed (Maxwell Lord)

● boys will be boys (?)

[misspearly1]

Miss Pearly’s Rec List -

So, I don’t quite know how long I’ve been on Tumblr now, however, when I first joined it was to read fics. Never did I imagine at some point down the line I would write myself, that being said, it is the amazing blogs that I have came across, groups I have joined and friends I’ve made a long the way that have inspired me to write.

The first fic I ever read, was called ‘dirt’ by Astern. It was outside of tumblr. A series made for Joel Miller about the events right after Sarah’s death. An amazing read that pushed me to find more, thus my reason for joining Tumblr :)

New adds: Good Girl (Din D’jarin) - @writerwoed 🥵 🥰

Arthur Morgan Fanfictions

This was the first post I ever interacted with 🥺 - @sad-sweet-cowboah - claimed

@shootybangbang - in which things are asked, and things are promised.

@shittybundaskenyer - we tear each other’s flesh, fall on the bed of leaves

@novaiya - accused of love

@bimrsadler - Bed. Now (prompt)

Joel Miller Fanfics -

@joelmillersgirlfriend - Dirty Texting

@joelsgeetar - Sunsets and Watery eyes

@unprofessional-bard - losing my religion

@emmikmil - a hard adjustment

@mandoalorian - look after you

@andvys - They won’t love love you like I do

@yespolkadotkitty - more time

@aerynwrites - slow dancing

@songsformonkeys - in hot water

@navalcriminalimagines - better than me

@twjournals - the one who got away

@slutsofren - surrender the night

@naughtyneganjdm - parenthood

@when-i-was-your-angel - holding you together

@lunarastrobabe - Sleepless night

@winchestershiresauce - Like a Brat

@writerwoed - Dancing With Joel Miller

@joelsrifle - Love Shack

@joelsbeard - The Morning After (Teaser to Guide me Series)

Pedro Pascal Characters 

@mudhorn-djarin19 - a helping hand (Din Djarin)

@mandosmistress - anything red (Max Phillips)

@javierpinme - inn over your head (Zach Wellison)

@cowboy-turtle - Efforts & Excuses (Javier Pena)

@littlemisspascal - the infinity cube(Multiple Pedro Characters)

@absurdthirst - Fiercely gentle (Pero Tovar)

@foli-vora - strike me down (Pero Tovar)

@djarinsbeskar - Stitches Drabble (Din Djarin)

@no-droids - be brave (Din Djarin)

@littlepadika - purpose (Din Djarin)

@queenofthefaceless - Cyare (Din Djarin)

@anaaaispunk - The before of the storm (Dave York)

@rina-cyarika-writing - the encounter (Dave York)

@corrupt-fvcker - bite your tongue (Max Phillips)

@ghostwiththemostbitch - they say I’m a monster(Max Phillips)

@autumnleaves1991-blog - it started at the copy machine (Max Phillips)

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa - of constellations and creeds (Din Djarin)

@littlemisspascal - Paper Airplanes (Frankie Morales)

@supernaturalgirl20 - Glutton for Punishment (Javier Pena)

@something-tofightfor - 500 word kissing prompt (Din D’jarin)

@flightlessangelwings - The Favourite (Javier Pena & Comandante Veracruz)

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This is nearing 40 blogs I’ve recommended and it seriously does not even scratch the surface for the fics I have read. I will add more to this in the future. Thankyou all, I also thank the many other blogs that I am yet to find again 🥰.

[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!

@flightlessangelwings-updates is my update blog so please follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post new things!

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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. 

[dornish-queen]

Pedro's Sex Pollen List

This is a recreation of the Sex Pollen’s Greatest Hits List.  Below are a list of notable sex pollen fics featuring Pedro Pascal Characters. Please take a moment to indulge in these wonderful works from these fantastic writers.  As always, if you know of a fic that should be included, please send it my way.  If any writer would like your work removed, please let me know and I will gladly do that. 

CLICK HERE FOR THE MOST CURRENT SEX POLLEN LIST

Starvation by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Ezra)

Fere Flores by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Whisky)

Stormy Secrets by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Dave York)

This is the Tea by @yespolkadotkitty (Din Djarin)

Libidine by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Marcus Moreno)

Sacrifice by @scribbleghost (Whiskey)

Urgency by @anxiety-riddled-mando  (Paz Visla) not pedro character but so good

Bloodsucking Bastard by @anxiety-riddled-mando (Max Phillips)

Elixir by @yespolkadotkitty (Javier Pena)

Your Love Is My Drug by @storiesofthefandomlovers (Din)

Purple Haze by @storiesofthefandomlovers (Din)

Of Gorgons and Gardens by @concussed-to-pieces (Din and Ezra)

Deep Into The Wilderness by @mandoinevarro (Din)

Cold Showers by @cptnbvcks (Din)

Cold Showers Pt. 2 by @cptnbvcks (Din)

Poisoned by @fictional-thoughts (Din)

Glosse Plant by @fave-fanfic-for-now (Din)

Well F**K! by @fave-fanfic-for-now (Ezra)

Chemical Feelings by @absurdthirst (Din)

Gut Wrenching by @absurdthirst (Din)

The Cave by @absurdthirst (Din)

Xìngjiāo by @absurdthirst (Pero Tovar)

Laced by @absurdthirst  (Ezra)

Birthday Treat by @absurdthirst (Max Phillips)

Jump start by @yespolkadotkitty (Marcus Pike)

Lujuria by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Marcus Pike)

Halloween Party by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Marcus Pike)

Deseos Profundos by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Javier Peña)

No Smoke Without Fire by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Frankie Morales and the guys)

Forbidden Fruit by @yespolkadotkitty (comandante Veracruz)

The Best Little Whorehouse in Bravos by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers (Oberyn Martell)

[freakrenaissance]

Breaking curfew was the best decision she ever made 😆 this was smoking hot. I was hoping he'd keep her 🤤

A Breath Of Fresh Air ( Veracruz x AFAB!F!Reader )

Summary: you get caught outside after curfew. Luckily for you, Veracruz is open to … negotiations. (This is basically a transcription of a dream I had. Whoops.)

CWs: DUBCON / Overstimulation / Double Penetration / Impact Play (Slapping & Spanking) / Degradation / Rough sex / Anal play / Unsafe PIV Sex / Oral Sex (M!Recieving) / Squirting / Extremely dirty talk / Transactional sex / Bordering on Dead Dove.

Notes: please read the warnings and consume content at your own risk & responsibility. Credit for giving Veracruz his first name goes to @ezras--moon & @ariundercovers 🩷

You just wanted some fresh air. A breather from the stuffy house you’d been confined to with the rest of your group. Generally, when a militia takes over town, you stay out of their way.

You’ve never been the smartest; rounding the corner of the alleyway, you almost walk right into him. Not just any asshole with a gun, but the leader of the unit. Fuck.

Leandro Veracruz isn’t a patient man, not really. He saves all limited patience for his job, to keep control over his unit and appear to be the cold, calculated leader that he is. You don’t rise to the rank he holds at the age he is, without being a little ruthless.

You’ve heard of his reputation. The way he doesn’t seem to care about cutting down anyone who gets in his way. You’re certain there has to be some sort of driving motive behind how he is; it’s rare for people to be the way he is without motive, but still.

“You’re out after curfew.”

You know that he is, undeniably, a bad guy, but nonetheless, that heavily accented, dark tone sends a shiver down your spine for all the wrong reasons. Maybe it’s that stupid, primal reaction that makes you choose honesty, rather than trying to craft a feasible lie.

“I know. I’m sorry, I just. I really needed some air.” As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you realise how stupid you sound. It only serves to sink in further when he raises an eyebrow at you.

“You needed some air? After curfew? Did you consider maybe opening a window?” He’s tired; it’s late, and one of his people has come down with the flu, so he’s covering his patrol instead of sleeping. It’s made him a little more short tempered than usual. “You know you could be shot for this, yes?”

You visibly shrink in on yourself, and Leo almost feels bad. Almost. He knows what it’s like to be cooped up in a small space, can’t really blame you for wanting to get out, but the rules are the rules, and he has a reputation to protect.

“Are you going to shoot me?” You ask finally.

He shakes his head, rolls his eyes. “If I was going to shoot you, pajarito, I would have done so by now. I am going to have to arrest you, though.”

You shiver again, thinking of the overcrowded cells in the local station, the lawlessness that goes on in there. You could be assaulted, stabbed, beaten, and nobody would blink an eye. Absolutely not. Which leaves…

“Maybe we can work out some sort of compromise?” The way you say the last word, the way you pause before you deliver it in a somewhat suggestive tone, makes it entirely clear to him what you mean.

Leandro has absolutely no trouble getting women; he knows he’s attractive, knows the right things to say and do. He’s not above paying for company, either. It’s been a while, though, given the latest operation, and frankly? You offering as a bribe is entertaining him… entertaining him and intriguing him.

He looks you up and down, then nods.

“I’m sure we could come up with some sort of deal, yes.” A lazy smirk crosses his face as his hand moves to almost caress the cuffs at his belt. “Do I need to cuff you, or are you going to follow me quietly?”

It doesn’t escape your notice that he’s armed; a handgun, a rifle, and a wicked looking knife sheathed in his belt.

“No, I’ll be good.”

“Good answer.” He nods approvingly, beckons you forward. He leads you through the alleyway, through a back gate into the little house he’s taken over as base; his people are inside, but his command centre outside is set up in a tent. It’s a durable, triple canvas layer thing built to withstand pretty much any weather.

Lit by a lantern swinging from the roof, it’s a practical, spartan, and yet somehow still cosy place. It doesn’t need to be furnished or fancy; he’s got a table, a gun locker, a duffle bag, and his bed in there. That’s all he needs.

The bed is a foam travel mattress laid out on stacked and nailed together pallets. No point carting a proper bed around on deployment. It’s not the most comfortable, but it’ll do. It serves his purpose just fine, and given the circumstances, you aren’t about to complain.

You’ve seen him shoot people in the centre of town before. Seen the way his people handle things. The fact that he’s even taking this rather than just outright punishing you for breaking the law is a good sign… you think.

He puts both the handgun and the rifle in the gun locker, then turns back to you.

“Strip.” He moves past you to flop down onto the bed, folding his arms behind his head and watching you lazily. For a moment, you consider running. You’d have a head start. But then he’d probably find you, and definitely shoot you. Besides, this was your idea.

You take your time removing each layer, trying to at least make it look somewhat enticing rather than awkward. You never quite know how people in movies manage to make stripping down for sex look enticing. Maybe you’re just clumsy.

When you’re entirely bare to his gaze, he beckons you over.

“Come here, tímida, I’m not going to hurt you… much.” A wicked grin crosses his stupidly handsome face as you nervously do as you’re told, letting him pull you onto his lap. A tiny squeak leaves you when you feel how hard he is against your core, the rough material of his cargo pants brushing against your sensitive skin.

Fuck. You’re terrified of him, yes, but you want him, you realise. Badly.

“Much?” You raise an eyebrow at him, “I thought the deal was you don’t hurt me at all.”

There’s that wicked grin again, sinfully smug this time.

“I won’t do anything you don’t beg me for.” His fingers grip your hips roughly, making you acutely aware of how much bigger than you he is. That does absolutely nothing to curb the desire that’s starting to build in you; this was supposed to be a transaction, a way to get yourself out of trouble, but you’re starting to get the feeling that you’re going to enjoy this far more than you first expected.

“Is that right?” You manage a little smirk, lips parting in an embarrassingly needy moan when he deliberately grinds you down against the length of his cock. The very, very obvious length of him. Fuck.

His fingers wander inwards, splay across your thighs, thumbs rubbing across your skin.

“Careful…” he warns, but his voice is softer than he intended. Still, it does the trick, and you nod, pliable and submissive to his touch once more.

“That’s better…” He nods approvingly, keeps one hand holding you firmly in place while the other wanders almost lazily between your thighs, finding your swollen, aching clit and rubbing firmly. It’s not the touch of someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing, and briefly, a pang of envy strikes you as you think of how many other countless, nameless women have been turned to pliant mush under his touch.

“I’ll make it good for you,” he almost purrs it as he leans up so you’re chest to chest, “though it seems like you’re more than willing as it is…”

His fingers lazily drag through your slick, teasing your core, barely slipping inside. You whimper again, louder and needy at the feeling of the very tips of his callused fingers pressing inside you. You can feel your slick dripping onto his fingers, down his hand, coating his pants. Slowly, he presses his fingers in deeper, curling them enough to make you cry out, before he’s pulling them out, spreading your thighs wider, fingertips teasing your other hole, wet with your own slick.

You shiver under the touch, but you don’t flinch away.

“Knew it,” he almost mutters to himself, leaning in to drag his teeth down your throat. “Knew you were a dirty little whore. Bet you’re going to cum the second I slide my cock into this pretty little cunt.” He punctuates the last word with a sharp slap to your clit, making you cry out and flinch away. You don’t hate it, though, it just surprises you.

“Well? Are you just going to sit here and look pathetic?” His hands seize your wrists, drag your hands to his belt buckle and settle them there, leaving you no doubt as to what he wants you to do. You’d only been waiting for express permission, really, your hands making short work of the belt, unzipping his pants and reaching in to wrap your fingers around his cock, freeing his length from its confines.

You have to bite down on your lip to keep your jaw from dropping. Fuck, he’s huge. Thick and curved and fuck, how is he going to fit? You run your fingers up and down his cock, thumb teasing at the tip before you meet his narrow eyed gaze.

“Stop fucking around.” He almost growls it at you, yanking you closer to him again, lifting you effortlessly so he can wrap his hand around his cock and notch it at your dripping entrance. “Montarlo, bebita.”

Ride it, baby. Oh, fuck, how you intend to.

The words are surprisingly soft as he guides you down onto him, inch by inch, letting you sink down onto him slowly. Your lips part in a filthy moan as you wriggle your hips, flush against him now. Taking a moment to breathe, you start to move, knowing he won’t just let you sit still for long.

You lift yourself up, slowly at first, then sink back down, getting faster with each movement until you’re bouncing on his cock, a string of little moans falling from your lips as one of his big hands seizes a fistful of your ass and squeezes tight, then slaps, hard enough to leave a mark.

Your cunt tightens painfully around him with each slap, knowing an imprint of his hand will be left there. Just when the slaps are really starting to hurt, he draws his hand away, settles both on your hips and guides you up and down his cock, rough and needy as his hips buck to meet you.

When he’s got you in a rhythm that he likes, he moves to rub at your clit again, clearly rewarding you for doing something that he likes. Veracruz doesn’t bother pretending he isn’t enjoying this, the way your eyes drop closed, the way you tighten around him every time he rocks his hips up.

You move your hands to brace on his chest as you ride him, lost in the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside you. Fuck, he feels so good, you don’t even care about the circumstances in which you ended up here, all that matters is the overwhelming feeling of pleasure building in you as you ride him.

“Fuck, please, give me more,” you beg him, desperate and needy and forgetting your place entirely. He’s not a good man, is allowing you to think you’re in charge because it amuses him, but the idea that he isn’t giving you enough somehow? Fine. He’ll see whether you can handle him.

He seizes your wrists in one hand, pushes you backwards and pins you beneath him, caging you in. You whine pathetically at the sudden emptiness where he’s pulled out of you.

“Greedy little slut, aren’t you? I bet if I cuffed you to this bed and stuffed my cock down your throat you’d thank me for it, wouldn’t you?”

You whimper beneath him, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for some sort of friction on your aching clit, cunt pulsing with sheer need.

“But that’s not what you want, is it?”

You shake your head, and his open palm lightly collides with your cheek.

“Answer me. That’s not what you want, is it? So tell me what it is that you want, and maybe, maybe I’ll give it to you.” He drags the tip of his cock through your soaked folds, practising every step of self control he possesses not to just pin your thighs up under your chin and fuck you senseless.

“N-no, that’s not what I want.” Your cheek stings from the slap, but you love it, want him to be rough with you, want to feel him all over for days to come. And somehow, you know, that all you have to do is ask, and he’ll give it to you.

“Tell. Me.” He growls, leaning down to devour your lips in a heated kiss, knotting his fingers into your hair to yank your head to the side so he can suck a deep purple mark into the soft skin above your collarbone.

“I want you everywhere,” you tell him; he releases your wrists and immediately you move to undo his shirt, help him discard it before you drag your nails lightly up his back, “I want your beautiful fat cock stuffed inside me and your fingers in my ass. I want you to make it hurt, make it hurt so good I don’t want anyone else.”

Fuck. He practically growls at the words. Roughly spreads your thighs, hooks them up over his shoulders, lines himself up and plunges into you, making no effort to be slow, bottoming out almost immediately. The sting of your nails on the muscle of his back makes him think you’ve drawn blood, but he doesn’t give a shit. All that matters is the way your eyes roll back slightly as he fills you, the way your tight, wet little cunt seemingly sucks him in deeper, molding to every curve in his cock as your body adjusts to him again.

“Is that all?” Veracruz demands as he rocks his hips slowly, drawing another tantalising moan from your lips.

“I want you to keep going, even when it’s too much.” You reply, arching your back up to get closer to him. You don’t care whether he’s a bad man, whether he could kill you, all that matters is how he feels inside you.

“Greedy,” he pulls almost entirely out of you and slams back in, throbbing painfully at the obscene mewl you make, “fucking,” he repeats the motion, “whore.”

He slams into you, hard and fast, the tent echoing with the sound of skin roughly slapping together, your needy moans and his growls and grunts of pleasure. His teeth graze your throat, the curve of your tits, sucking greedily at your hardened nipples and biting down lightly. Almost without warning, you tighten around him, milking his cock as you gush and soak his cock, your slick dripping out of your abused cunt, down his cock, dripping down his balls as he fucks you.

“Fuck, that’s it, bebita, give me another one, go on~” he tilts his hips just so, the velvet soft head of his cock hitting your sweet spot with each and every thrust, making you scream out for him, soak him again, convulsing slightly beneath him.

“That’s it,” he groans, pulls out of you briefly just so he can flip you onto your front, pausing onto to stuff a pillow beneath you to prop you up at the angle he wants you.

“Fuck,” he draws it out into a long, drawn out groan as he sinks back into you, loving the way you feel on all fours, “look at you.”

One hand fists into your hair, yanking you up into position.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

You’re still dazed from two back to back orgasms, but you nod as best you can. You hear the impact of his free hand on your ass before you feel it, a sharp crack that echoes through the tent.

“You answer me when I speak to you.”

“Y-yes. I’ll be good.” You almost whimper it as he starts to move, releasing your hair and rubbing soothing circles on your bruised ass.

You can feel your own slick still between your ass cheeks, unbothered when his big hands spread them gently as he fucks into you slowly.

“Does my pretty, pathetic little whore still want all of her holes filled?” His voice is slightly mocking as he teases his finger around the tight ring of muscle, making you shiver. “Is my cock not enough?”

“It is,” you whimper as he slams into you again, “but please… ‘m greedy, just wanna be filled up, please~”

You’re babbling, but neither of you care. You’re too cock drunk, and he fucking loves it.

“Such a good girl for me, you should have what you want…”

As he speaks, he presses a single finger into your ass, knuckle deep, slow enough to let you adjust. When you moan and try to press yourself back against him, wanting both his cock and his finger deeper, he chuckles low in his chest, draws his finger out only to press two back in.

You moan, loud, obscene, feeling so wonderfully, deliciously full as he starts to move his fingers in rhythm with his cock, scissoring them slightly to make you mewl and wriggle beneath him.

The hand that isn’t occupied with fucking your ass moves around to roughly palm at your tits, pinching and teasing your nipples as he fucks you, harder and faster, hand moving down to tease your clit.

It’s too much, but exactly what you wanted, tears springing to your eyes as you tighten and gush around his cock again and again, his fingers insistently plucking at your clit like a practised guitarist until you collapse on the bed, unable to hold yourself up.

“Please, I need~” you simultaneously want him to stop, and don’t, because you want him to come, want him to fill you up and make you ache with need.

“Does my little whore need something?” His voice is low, breathing slightly labored with the effort of keeping his own release at bay.

“Do you want to be filled with my cum? I’m not stupid, princesa, you can have it in your mouth or your ass, I’ll be generous and let you decide.”

Slowly he draws his fingers out of your ass, slowing his thrusts to torturously languid, giving you time to decide.

“My mouth, please,” you beg him, “I wanna taste you…”

He groans, pulls out of you and smirks slightly at the sight; your cunt is swollen from how roughly he’s fucked you, drenched in your own slick and fluids and his pre cum.

“Hands and knees.” He instructs as he gets up off the bed, beckons you to the edge of it as you obey, crawling to him on shaking limbs.

You part your lips obediently, let him feed every inch of his cock into your mouth, tongue flicking at the soft head briefly before you take him, nose brushing the soft curls at the base of him.

He moans, a loud, drawn out grunt as he rocks his hips. He’s so fucking close, you barely need to do anything, but you do, sucking him greedily, working your tongue around him as his fingers curl into your hair, roughly guiding you.

“Fuck, that’s it, bebita, my pretty little whore, you have such a filthy mouth, ‘m gonna cum down this pretty mouth, you’re gonna take it, take all of it…” he groans, trailing off into broken Spanish as his hips stutter, spilling hot, thick ropes of his spend into your mouth, down your throat.

Greedily you drink him down, make a show of licking him clean, and he groans in appreciation at the sight.

When he eventually pulls his slowly softening cock from your mouth, you look up at him with a slightly cheeky smile on your face.

“So… I’m guessing you’re not gonna shoot me?”

“No.” He agrees, and then a slightly wicked grin curves his face, “but I’m not letting you go, either.”

Maybe it’s the hormones, maybe you’re just cock drunk, or maybe you’ve never been the smartest. Either way, you look him up and down with a sleepy smile.

“Seems okay to me.”

Like you have a choice. Like you really mind, either way.

[flightlessangelwings]

When it Comes to You...

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "cariño" Word count-3.1k Dialogue prompt- “ you need to get out of here! go! i’ll buy you some more time!“ Action prompt- [ REUNION ]: after spending a considerable length of time apart, the sender reunites with the receiver after saving their life from an immediate and potentially lethal threat. Warnings-s.mut (18+ ONLY!), rough s.e.x, protective!Veracruz, implied violence/minor character death, feelings, no use of y/n Notes- Of course I had to do a V fic for my Year of Protectiveness! @yearofcreation2023​ I've missed writing for my husband so much I can't believe it's been almost 6 months since my last V fic! But, I hope y'all enjoy the ongoing chronicles of V and cariño! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up of date on when I post!

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You knew what you were getting into when you chose to be Comandante Veracruz’s girl. You knew you were safe with him, that he would protect you always. But, you also were aware of the dangers that came with being so close to a man like him. You knew that the traditional marriage, family, white picket fence life was not in the cards for you. And you were ok with that. Much like how you drew him in, there was something about Veracruz that you just couldn’t turn away from.

And that only made days like today all the more special to you.

Somehow, you managed to convince the comandante to spend the day at a local park with you. It was a beautiful day out, and you wanted to enjoy it… with him. You were shocked at how little convincing it took for him to join you. But what you didn’t realize was he agreed to go mostly to watch over you and keep you safe. At least, that was what he told himself was the reason.

Veracruz didn’t tell you this, but he had run into some trouble with rival arms dealers lately. And though he kept it buried, there was a fear that someone would use you as leverage against him. It was something Veracruz would not allow. No, he had to keep you safe no matter what. 

He wasn’t sure when it happened, but something grew within him when it came to you. It was more than sex, more than just a release. There was something that drew him back to you over and over again. And while he made it clear that he would never be the conventional relationship type of man, a part of him craved some sort of stability with you. He liked having you in his bed… in his arms… in his life. And if it meant a day resembling a date out in a park every once in a while, Veracruz could set his usual demeanor aside for the time being.

When did he get so soft when he came to you?

“Thank you, by the way,” your voice broke him out of his thoughts as the two of you wandered the park.

“For what?” Veracruz scoffed in an attempt to hide the mushy feeling that threatened to creep up on him.

Your smile was brother than the sun in the sky as you beamed at him, “For this,” you gestured vaguely, “For taking me out today.” You reached for him and placed a feather-light kiss on his cheek.

Veracruz’s eyes darted around as he suddenly had no response. He knew you knew better than to expect romance, but there were times, like this, where it came dangerously close. But, before he had to worry about it too much, a shadow in the distance caught his eye.

He grabbed your hand and yanked you close, “Stay at my side, cariño,” he mumbled, “We are not alone.”

You gasped, but hurried your steps as Veracruz eaves through the park in an attempt to outrun the sudden pursuers. He led you down a different path towards a more dense forest, and you followed without question. But, your path became blocked when four men popped out from behind the trees.

Veracruz cursed under his breath as he tried to backtrack, only to find that path was now blocked by even more men, all wearing black and carrying weapons. Your heart pounded in your chest as the fear quickly flowed through your veins. 

You were surrounded… trapped. 

“Out with your girl, Comandante?” one of the shady-looking men asked, “It’s a nice day for a picnic date,” he looked at you, “Hi there sweet girl.” 

“Who would have thought the mighty Comandante Veracruz turned so soft?” another spat as they closed in on you and Veracruz.

“If you are trying to catch me off guard, you will find that does not come easily,” the comandante kept his guard up and his body tensed. His hand hovered over his gun, and he kept you tucked behind him, making himself a human shield for you. He heard your rapid breaths behind him and he felt the way you clung to his shirt. He knew you tried to keep a brave face up for him, even in such danger. 

“V…” you breathed.

In a flash, Veracruz raised his gun and shot forward, catching your assailants off guard. As they scattered, he grabbed your hand and bolted away as fast as he could take you. Once the two of you ran a good distance, he ducked you both behind the cover of some bushes and pulled out his radio, signaling for backup.

Even in the middle of an ambush, Veracruz’s main priority was you. He had to keep you safe first and foremost, no matter what. And these men would pay for thinking they could use you against him. Veracruz was smarter than that. And he always took precautions.

“Listen to me cariño,” he grabbed your shoulders as he forced you to look at him, “You know what to do.” The fire in his eyes burned brightly.

You swallowed hard as the adrenaline pulsed through your system, “Yes,” you whispered.

“Good,” Veracruz gave you a squeeze. He thought over for a moment, and when he didn’t hear the approaching sound of footsteps, he leaned in and gave you a heated kiss on your lips, “Now, you need to get out of here,” he pushed you away from him and pulled out his gun once more, “Go!” he shouted over his shoulder, “I will buy you some time.”

Your eyes went wide as the last few moments felt like even more of a whirlwind. It took your mind a moment to catch up to what Veracruz was saying, and before you could say anything, you realized he already ran back towards the men who tried to attack you. Part of you wanted to stay, to help him somehow. But, Veracruz trusted you with his emergency plan in case anything like this ever happened. He trusted you to follow his command, knowing that he always had your best interest in mind.

So you had to trust him that he would be ok on his own until backup arrived. “Stay alive, V,” you whispered to his retreating figure before you turned and ran the other direction.

You ran for what felt like hours, knowing exactly where you were going. Veracruz always made it a point that you knew where you were and where to run to in case of an attack. Most days, you told him he was being overcautious. But, on a day like today, you were grateful to have your escape plan in place.

It was nightfall by the time you made it to your destination: an old, cheap motel in the middle of nowhere. No one would ever think to look for you here, and Veracruz made sure that there was always a room there to hide away in. 

Out of breath and drenched in sweat, you pulled the key out of your pocket and let yourself inside. Part of you hoped Veracruz finished off the attackers and made it back before you and he was here waiting for you. But, your hopes were quickly dashed when only a dark, empty room greeted you.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you locked and bolted the door behind you before you closed the drapes and made sure the room was secure. The comandante never spared any expense when it came to you, and he made sure to teach you well in case you were ever on your own. You let out another deep breath as you sat down on one of the chairs for a moment and rubbed your aching legs.

“Come back to me, V,” you prayed out loud as you took the opportunity to catch your breath.

But, with nothing but the clock ticking away the second to occupy your thoughts, the room felt lonely. So, you decided to take a quick shower and wash away the sweat and ache while you waited for him. Thankfully, Veracruz made sure to keep a bag of spare clothes, food and necessities stashed in the room so you wouldn’t be without. 

There was nothing else you could do right now anyway except for wait. And as much as you hated to just sit around, you made a promise to him, a promise to do exactly what he told you to do. And what he told you was to get here to this room and wait for him.

Hours dragged by slowly, but even as the sun set and the moon rose high in the night sky, you couldn’t sleep. You were plagued by the what ifs and the worst case scenario. You knew your comandante was more than capable of handling himself. You had seen it firsthand. But, you also couldn’t help but worry.

You never meant to get this involved in Comandante Veracruz’s life. He was supposed to be just a one night stand. Then he was supposed to be just a fuck buddy. But, somewhere along the way, your feelings for him grew into more. You couldn’t turn away from him even if you wanted to. He was the last person you should be with, and yet he was the only one you wanted.

There was no way you were going to say any of that out loud to him, though. Veracruz wasn’t about feelings. At least not in the traditional way. But, the way he always kept you safe, the way he always defended you, the way he fucked you… it all had to mean something… right?

Suddenly, a rattle at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You gasped softly as you jumped up to your feet and grabbed a nearby alarm clock from the table. You watched with bated breath as the door slowly clicked open and the knob turned. Without even thinking, you chucked the small alarm clock at the door before you yelped and ducked down.

The clock smashed against the doorway and you heard a string of Spanish curses from that same direction. You didn’t care to uncurl yourself until you recognized the voice.

“You missed, cariño,” Veracruz chuffed. 

You let out another gasp as you looked up and saw your beloved comandante in the doorway, “V… You made it,” you breathed in relief as you took in the sight of him.

Veracruz quickly locked the door before he met your gaze and let out a huff. His body was sore and tired from the fight and the journey, but just the sight of you was a relief to him, “Did you have any doubts?”

“Never, Comadnate,” you looked into his eyes with the first smile since the two of you were ambushed. 

The two of you stood in a tense silence for a long moment before Veracruz crossed the room, launching himself at you like a panther on the hunt. Fire burned in his eyes as he cupped your face with his large hands and crashed your lips together in a heated, passionate kiss. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his normally slicked back and styled hair fell into his eyes in thick waves.

You didn’t care about the sweat and the grime and the blood and the messy hair as you parted your lips and invited him in. Clinging to Veracruz’s collar, you tilted your head and saw stars as you tasted him on your tongue. It ignited something within both of you, and you clawed at his shirt at the same time Veracuz backed you up against the dresser. 

Veracruz growled against your lips as he also tugged and yanked at your clothes, eager to get you naked for him. His cock twitched between your bodies as you gasped when you hit the dresser and found yourself pinned. 

“V…” you sighed in between kisses as you pushed yourself onto the dresser. The wood of the furniture almost felt cold with how hot your skin burned in your need for him. 

His eyes burned as he settled between your naked, parted legs. Veracruz purred your name as he hastily shoved his pants down so that he could feel your skin against his. And the spark of the bare touch ignited a blaze between the two of you that made goosebumps erupt all over both your bodies.

“You did good today, cariño,” the wall Veracruz kept around his heart cracked as he showered you with unexpected praise while he cupped your face. His thumb brushed a single quick stroke across your cheek that you would have missed had you not felt the intensity of the moment.

A heavy exhale escaped your lips as you felt like all the air was forced out of your body from the way your comandante looked at you, “Did you get ‘em, V?”

Veracruz’s face lit up in a wicked grin, “What do you think, cariño?” he answered your question with one of his own.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him close so that his chest collided with your own, your legs caging his body in against the dresser that you were propped up on, “I think…” you purred as you hovered your lips over his, “Nothing stands in the way of you, Comandante.”

He smirked as he tightened his grip on you, “Especially when it comes to you, cariño…”

Before you could react to the words Veracruz usually left unspoken, he crashed his lips against yours and swallowed any thought that would have popped into your mind. He hastily devoured you as his hands roamed all over your body… squeezing your breasts, your sides, your ass.

Heat rose in the room, making both of your bodies glisten with sweat, but neither of you cared. You moaned into Veracruz’s mouth as you bucked your hips against his in a desperate and wordless plea. But, he didn’t need words to know what you wanted. He knew you well enough… and you knew him.

Veracruz shifted himself so that the tip of his cock poked at your entrance, but he paused for a moment, giving you the chance to slow down. Normally, the comandante liked to take his time with you, teasing you and easing you open so that he would slam into you with abandon. But today, you both were too desperate, too needy, too impatient to wait.

“Please…” your voice was just a whisper, but it was all he needed.

The comandante thrust into you with a loud grunt, filling you to the brim in one swift stroke. You threw your head back and screamed loudly as his thick cock stretched you out. Your legs trembled on either side of his body while you dug your nails into his back hard enough to draw blood. But, it only fueled Veracruz more.

He grabbed onto your hips and pounded into you over and over again. The dresser knocked against the wall with every thrust of his hips, but he barely heard it over the beautiful sounds you made. Veracruz growled as he murmured indistinct words in Spanish and bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own groans.

“Fuck!” you cried out in pleasure. 

As he pounded into you, Veracruz looked up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He almost didn’t recognize himself between the disheveled hair and the burning inferno in his eyes. Your silhouette fit perfectly in his arms, and the heat from your bodies steamed the mirror. The comandante resembled a panther in the midst of a hunt, in the midst of protecting what is his.

“Mira, cariño,” Veracruz growled as he grabbed your scalp and forced you to arch your back so that you could see yourself in the mirror, “Look how delicious you are when you take my cock so well like this,” he gave his hips a harsher thrust so that he buried himself even deeper inside you. 

Your eyes were glazed over as you looked into the mirror. Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth and you saw you breasts bounce in your reflection as Veracruz continued to fuck you. But what took our breath away was the look on his face. The way his jaw clenched and his eyes burned. But, among the passions, there was something else in his eyes too. Perhaps it was fear… fear that he could lose you, that one day he can’t keep you safe from the threats that constantly loomed in the shadows. 

But those fears were quickly buried as Veracruz hit that sweet spot inside of you that made you scream even louder. Your eyes snapped shut as you felt your body tremble and your climax quickly approached.

“That’s it cariño,” he growled, “Cum for me.”

“V…” was all you managed to get out before your orgasm hit and you came hard, clenching your inner muscles around his cock as he thrust into you over and over again.

Veracruz watched as his cock disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him, and it was only heightened when your climax hit and you cried out his name. Lost in the moment, he almost forgot about his own need for release until it snuck up on him. It was the first time in his life that ever happened. But, after a few more thrusts, Veracruz spilled himself inside you, riding out his own orgasm with your name on his lips. 

Heavy breaths filled the room as Veracruz leaned forward, resting his sweaty forehead on the mirror. You kept your arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he held you. His cock stayed buried inside you as he used the dresser to support himself. The heat in the room almost made holding each other uncomfortable, but neither of you cared. The room could be on fire and neither of you would let go of the other.

After several moments, Veracruz pushed himself up to look into your eyes, and he waited in silence for you to blink your own eyes open. Both of you stared in silence for several moments before he crashed his lips against yours in a heated, passionate kiss once more. 

The two of you went two more rounds in the shower and another in the bed before you finally collapsed down from pure exhaustion. You let out a deep, heavy breath as you curled yourself up in Veracruz’s arms and rested your head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart under your ear. You sighed contently as you closed your eyes and savored his warmth, his embrace, his own form of affection. 

Perhaps that was enough for you.