#Comandante Veracruz x Reader

[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. 

*

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. 

[iamasaddie]

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ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ♡  ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢ ♡ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ [ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴀɴ ♡♤ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴏɴ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ  ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ♡ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ♡ ɪ’ᴅ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ♡ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ♡ ʜᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ♡♢ qᴜɪᴛ ɪᴛ ♡ ʙᴜᴛ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ♡ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ♡ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇqᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ♡

𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ♡♢♧ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ, ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ♡♢

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ♡ ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ♡♧

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ɴᴏ ᴇʀᴇꜱ ᴛú (ꜱᴏʏ ʏᴏ) ♡♤♧

𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙎 [ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 1000 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ] 

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

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

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

𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙎 [ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 1000 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ] 

1:07 ɢɪʀʟ  

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ᴡᴇʙᴄᴀᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ♡

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴏʀɴᴇ ♡ 

𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙎 [ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 1000 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ]

ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜꜱ 

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

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

𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎

ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ [ + ʀᴀᴍᴏɴ ɴᴏᴍᴀʀ] ♡ ʜᴀɴɢʀʏ ♡

FICLETS

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

FICLETS

ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ

ONE SHOTS

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛꜱ ♡

WRITING CHALLENGE WRITING CHALLENGE 2.0

PART ONE ; TWO ; THREE ♡♤

[tommysversion]

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.

[sp00kymulderr]

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.

[lincolndjarin]

Mouthy.

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day ten - afab!reader x comandante veracruz

prompt : overnight bondage [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 0.2k

summary : short bondage drabble w veracruz

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

a/n : tiny little drabble for today <3

You hate being hogtied. 

It’s uncomfortable, harsh, and unforgiving. 

Which is probably why he likes it so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mrsmaxwelllord]

MASTERLIST

HELMUT ZEMO

Delírio — Your tenant, Baron Zemo, have always been benevolent and kind to you. That is, until the day you denied something he wanted.

Viperous — Everything was going as planned, until Shelby decided that she didn't believe Zemo's words.

Kiss —

NIKI LAUDA

The Mechanic — You have four weeks to show you're a good enough mechanic to be working with Ferrari.

FRANKIE MORALES

Brat Tamer — 

JAVIER PEÑA

Parking Lot Fever — you know that there’s something wrong when Javi comes to see you on your break, hours before the end of your shift.

COMANDANTE VERACRUZ

 Baby — After hating him for a long time, Veracruz shows that he has good qualities.

[inclusivepedro-oscarlibrary]

Hey everyone and happy pride!!!!!!! 🌈🌈🌈

So sorry things have been quiet on this page lately but life’s been crazy for all of us here! I do want to get this page up and running and fill the queue more so submissions are now re open!! Just please read the submission guidelines before sending anything in!

And for June, I’d really like to highlight queer creators and queer pieces so if you have any recs with queer reader/ocs or queer characters, please do send them in! I’ll also be working on the queer writer/artist Masterlist too so recs are open for those as well!

Also in case you missed it, I’m hosting a pride event from my page too so feel free to check that out and make something for that as well and I’ll queue them all in this page too!

Happy pride!! 🌈🌈🌈

-admin Jey

[wannab-urs]

Comandante Veracruz Masterlist

Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Vete a la Mierda - smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word Count: 550 Summary: You are a member of Espada Ardiente and Veracruz is trying to torture the location of your base out of you. Tags: bloodplay, knifeplay, choking, bondage, reader gets hit, some biting, dub con bc she's his prisoner but like... she's fully into it, threatening language, fingering.

[javierpenaispunk]

Fic recs masterlist (Part 4)

(Part 1 / Part 2) (Part 3)

I have decided to put together a list of my favorite fics written by some very talented people. Some of them I have read more than once because they always comfort me on a bad day ♡

It will be regularly updated with new fics but also with some older ones as i am trying to catch up with the ones I missed.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

Lucien Flores

• Summer Nights, You And I by @katsheadinclouds

Tim Rockford

• Cookies by @ladamedusoif

Mr Ben (SNL)

• Visiting (Series) by @ladamedusoif

Eddie

(Coming soon)

Clint

(Coming soon)

Comandante Veracruz

(Coming soon)

[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. 

[iamasaddie]

whatever you want

paring: Comandante Veracruz x Reader rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI) word count: 1,7k~ summary: you really need to be careful about what you say to a grumpy patron coming to your bar, or there might be repercussions. a/n: dead dove do not eat; this is a very dar fic, make sure you check out the warnings before you proceed with reading! Special thanks to a FUCKING gem of a human being @wannab-urs for proofreading it at 5am <3 and a shout out to my WhoreHome for supporting my obsession with this delicious psychopath 🔪 warnings: non-con; explicit sexual content; knife use (not really playing here, kids; forced orgasm; ass slapping (but like barely); dirty talking; NO USE OF Y/N MY MASTERLIST ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪʀʟ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴇx ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

translation of Spanish words is under the fic*

"Aguardiente, solo."

Working in a sketchy bar on the outskirts of Colombia didn't bring a lot of polite people your way, and you definitely didn't work as a bartender to make small talk, but people who came in the middle of the day usually started their orders with "hola" at the very least.

You looked over at the man who made the order. His jaw looked sharper than a knife, covered in what seemed like a three-day stubble. His deep brown eyes were framed by dark circles and his brow was bleeding. His gaze was fixed on the fists he put on the bar table.

"Día malo?" You knew Spanish well enough to handle a curt conversation and hoped he wouldn't get into specifics. The man looked at you from under his furrowed brows and you quickly realized you had nothing to worry about. He wasn't a talker.

"Aguardiente, solo."

He repeated his order, staring at you like you were the dumbest person on the planet and for a second you did feel that way. You turned on your heels, throwing the rag you used to dry the glasses over your shoulder and whispered under your nose.

"Whatever you want, asshole."

You stretched your hand out to take the bottle of the liquor you needed from under the bar, put it on the table with a loud thud and started cutting a lime, putting too much pressure on the knife blunted with time and making the fruit squirt its juices all over your hand. The man at the bar didn't take his eyes off you and you felt uneasy, looking around for other patrons. You hadn’t noticed the bar emptying, leaving you two alone.

"You should think twice before calling someone a pendejo, cariño." His accent was thick and the words came out slow, calculated. It was clear he wasn't used to speaking English, but he knew it well enough to call you out.

The knife in your hand slipped and you would've cut your finger off if it wasn't so blunt. You threw your head up and stared at him, eyes getting wider by the second.

"Lo siento, fui grosera." You didn't want to piss the man off, he didn't look like someone who forgave easily.

"Lo sientes." His face changed a little as he nodded, a smile curving his lips. Somehow that genuine gesture that didn't reach his ice-cold eyes made you feel more in danger, and you tightened your grip on the knife in your hand. "Me vas a dar mi bebida? Or are you going to stab me?" He rolled the r's with his low voice as he slipped off the barstool and started to circle the bar, closing in on you.

"Señor, no puede volver aquí. Llamaré a seguridad si te acercas."

"Señor? Fear makes you polite, cariño."

You felt your fingers getting numb around the knife handle, but he just brushed everything off like it was nothing. His steps were slow, a predator cornering its prey.

"Llamaré a la seguridad." You repeated, hoping it would stop him. His face distorted into a terrifying semblance of cheerful laughter.

"This pocilga doesn't have security."

'Fuck' he was right, you knew that. You felt cold sweat trickling down your spine. Your step backwards, his step forwards, a strange dance with your life at stake. He grabbed the bottle of anise-flavored liqueur and took a big gulp. You decided to use the moment to run past him and as soon as he winced at the burn of the alcohol you made your move.

He must've read your thoughts because there was no other explanation for how his strong arms gripped you tight around your waist quicker than you made three steps to freedom. He squeezed you with the right arm, settling the bottle back on the bar. You tried to hit him, wriggling and doing everything in your power to get away, but he just pressed you to himself tighter, his scorching hot breath burning the skin of your jaw and ear as he growled in it.

"Leaving your client unsatisfied?"

"Let me go you fucking asshole." You showered him with hits, but he was unaffected, blocking your every thrust. You remembered the knife in your left hand but so did he, and before you were brave enough to take a swing at him, he had already squished your fingers so painfully you thought he might break them, making you let go of the weapon and taking it for himself.

In one quick move he turned you around, your head spinning from the movement, and pressed you to the bar table with his hips.

"What the fuck?" You couldn't believe it was happening to you. Not in the middle of the day. Someone would come in any second. But it wasn't your lucky day.

"Dijiste 'whatever you want, asshole'. I want you."

"Too bad I'm not on the fucking menu!" You started screaming and thrashing your body, but only felt him press harder, the unmistakable form of his hard cock making parts of your treacherous body throb.

"You are on mine. No te muevas, o empeorará." He hissed, slapping your ass with his wide palm, and you felt the painful sting even through the rough material of your mom jeans.

"Please," you felt tears of despair stinging the corners of your eyes. All your courage was gone now that you felt the obvious physical superiority of the man behind you.

"You beg prettily, cariño, but I've made my decision. Lo siento." He chuckled saying the last sentence and you felt your body going limp. "Now," he slid his left hand over the curves of your tank-top covered tits and you smelled the aroma of lime before the cold metal of the blade touched the hot skin of your throat. "This knife isn't here to scare you, cariño, it's just a reminder for you to behave."

The tears were running uncontrollably down your cheeks and you hated the heat gripping your body while your soul was in the cold clutches of anxiety. You felt his other hand travel around your waist and find the zipper of your jeans. You pressed your hips harder to the counter trying to trap his hand and not let him move further.

"Juegas con fuego, chica." He pressed the blade harder into your throat and you calmed your breathing and forced your body to relax. "That's a good girl. Behave and I'll even make you come." He gave another snicker and you felt a wave of nauseousness. His hand was rough and hot, quickly mapping your body, you felt him squeeze your left tit and tweak the nipple through the shirt, the little bud tightening from the long-forgotten attention. "Te deseo," his voice was strained and he licked the sweaty column of your neck before biting into it, simultaneously yanking off your jeans and making quick work of your simple cotton panties.

With a quick movement you were bent over the bar, your face landing in one of the many pools of liquid spilled over the day. You didn't even try to move when you felt one of his hands letting go of you to work on his own zipper. Instead, you closed your eyes, tears already drying and tightening your skin. You would be okay. You would always be okay.

"Cariño, oh but you're wet. Mi puta got excited?" His thick fingers slid through your damp folds and he swiped up and down with ease as if to prove his words to you rather than give you pleasure. Your breath caught when his fingers grazed over the swollen nub of your clit. "Right here, sí?" He didn't wait for you to answer, he just saw the way your back involuntarily arched. "Sí," he whispered to himself, calloused fingers drawing tight circles around your sensitive clit. You bit your lips with vigor, forbidding moans to escape the confines of your mouth, but he didn't need any confirmation of your pleasure, your weeping pussy was all he needed to feel.

Your body grew taught like a violin string that was tightened too far and was ready to snap, taking out the eye of the poor tuner. You felt the telltale tingles of the upcoming orgasm prickling your inner thighs. "Estás listo."

Before you could wonder what you were ready for, the massive stiffness of his cock was already stretching you past your limit. The pain ripped your climax away from you and you screamed in burning pain.

"No, por favor," you started shaking, earning yourself another knife cut on the tender skin of your throat.

"You get so wet when you're scared. See, you take me in like an experienced slut."

His hips swung in a rapid pace, when he filled you to the brink you felt the scratches of his opened zipper left on your asscheeks. His hand never left your clit, his touch almost painful on the raw skin, but against your will his expert movements went from pain to pleasure in an embarrassingly short time. You felt the veins of his cock with your overstimulated walls and let yourself believe that if this was a hook up you'd actually enjoy the man. Your trapped hands squeezed into tight fists, uncut nails leaving bloody crescents on your palms. You couldn't let yourself come. Not now. Your body was your enemy.

"Such a tight hole. Worth being called an asshole for." His breath was heavy and ragged, the angry caresses of his hand on your clit were relentless. "I'm going to come and if you don't want a round two you better come with me."

His movements began to falter and you didn't know what caused it - the fear or him hitting you repeatedly just right - but you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shuddering from the long-awaited orgasm and almost knocking you out.

You only felt that he was not pressing you into the bar when his come was drying on your puffy pussy, you stayed bent over the bar. He threw a bunch of bills on the table, some of them almost immediately soaking through with spilled alcohol.

"Keep the change."

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Aguardiente - In Colombia,it is an anise-flavored liqueur derived from sugar cane. Aguardiente has 24%–29% alcohol content.

solo - neat

Día malo? - Bad day?

pendejo - asshole

Lo siento, fui grosera - I’m sorry, I was rude

Me vas a dar mi bebida? - you’re going to give me my drink?

Señor, no puede volver aquí. Llamaré a seguridad si tú acercas - Sir, you can’t come in here. I’ll call the security if you step closer.

cariño - dear

pocilga - shithole

Dijiste - you said

No te muevas, o empeorará - don’t move, or it’s gonna get worse

Juegas con fuego, chica - you’re playing with fire, girl

Te deseo - I want you

Mi puta - my slut

sí - yes

Estas listo - you’re ready

Por favor - please

[tommysversion]

Request Status: Open (Selective)

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

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

Be My Future - Din x Reader (Breeding Kink)

Possessive!Din

Touch Starved Din

Teaching Din To Eat You Out

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

Over Eager, Inexperienced Din

Din Spanks You With His Belt

Din When You're Pregnant

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

Din As A Girl Dad (SFW)

Domestic!Din x Teacher!Reader (SFW)

"I'm Not Wearing Underwear" - Prompt

Headcanons

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

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

Joel's Kinks

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

Differences Between Game!Joel & Show!Joel

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

Mine - Possessive!Reader x Joel

DBF! Joel Catching You Staring At His Arms

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

DBF! Joel Has Enough Of Your Teasing

DBF! Joel With A Bratty Reader

Joel Sees Your Scars (SFW)

Seducing Joel

Joel Wants You In Sub Space

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

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

Pre Game - DBF!Joel x Confident!Reader

Plus Size Reader Is Reassured By Joel (SFW)

“We Have To Make This Quick” - Prompt

Joel When You’re Sick (Headcanons)

Curls - Jackson!Joel x AFAB!Reader

Honeypot - Joel “kisses it better”,

Heat - Ezra x F!Reader

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

Ache - Ezra x AFAB Reader (Sex Pollen Fic)

Jealousy, Jealousy (Alt Version)

Bedside Manner (TLOU2 Spoilers!)

Taboo

Part One (SFW)

Part Two (SFW)

Tennessee Nights (Part One)

Tennessee Nights (Part Two)

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

A Breath Of Fresh Air - (Dubcon Smut)

[morallyinept]

What a year it's been for fic writing!⭐️

There have been soooo many stories I've read and enjoyed this year, that's it's been super hard to pick favourites, and I've spent a good amount of time this year trying to narrow it down to just 25.

Listen, every single story I've read this year has been absolutely amazing. I am blown away by the sheer amount of talent and creativity we have in this fandom!

If you're not featured here on this particular list, it's not because I don't like your work or didn't enjoy it - far from it. I've simply put together a list of my personal favourites this year, based on how they made me feel, how often I re-read them, and some that have completely floored me.

And if you want more than just the 25 fic recs I've mentioned here, then please check out my Pedro Character Fav Fic Rec List where all the stories I've read/want to read and come across are featured. My TBR is through the roof, let me tell you, but it's a great problem to have!

And if your story isn't on my fic rec list, it's more than likely because I haven't found your work yet, so please yell at me to check it out! I'd absolutely love to!

Keep on writing, writers. You're all amazing!

So, without further ado, please find my top 25 Pedro Character Fics that I've really enjoyed reading this year! 🖤

☝️In no particular order, and includes a summary from the writer, where provided. Some series may still be ongoing. Please check the specific triggers/warnings on each story individually as some may not be suitable to your tastes:

• I Am Touchin', I Am Grabbin', Everything I Can't Be Havin' - @chronically-ghosted Dieter Bravo "A storm and a dead phone leaves you at the front door of your uncle’s mansion in LA. Thing is, you haven’t seen each other in over a decade and neither of you quite remember the other one looking like that. But what’s one night gonna do? Well, as it turns out – as Dieter spirals at a breaking point in his career and you’re so lost in life you can’t see up from down – a whole fucking lot."

• Rock Bottom Series - @ghostofaboy Frankie Morales "Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of."

• Palomino Series - @fuckyeahdindjarin Agent Whiskey "Unable to get a refund for a week-long horse-riding pack trip you’d booked with your ex, you decide to go solo. As it turns out, a rebound with a cowboy named Jack while traversing the wild landscapes of Wyoming might just be what you need."

• Stepwise @the-scandalorian Din Djarin "Requests for both soft and smutty touch-starved head canons spiraled out of control and became this."

• It Pours From Your Eyes - @the-blind-assassin-12 Joel Miller "Some things don't need to be said. Until they do."

• Transplant Series - @marisferasiop Joel Miller & Ezra "You are a resident and the only trained doctor in Jackson. You're bubbly and sweet, outgoing and friendly, and also in an unlabeled "situationship" with the town scrooge, Joel Miller. He won't say you're together, but he'll scare anyone else off. When Tommy drags back a half-dead man and girl from a patrol, you dutifully patch them up and help them settle into their new slotted house - across Rancher Street from yours and Joel's houses. Ellie and Cee get on like a bonfire, and when Joel sees how often you talk to your newest patient, his insecurities make him draw up and away from you. As you slowly give up on him and start something with Ezra, Joel's pining turns to frustration. Tommy convinces him to see if you'd be interested in being a throuple. Surprisingly, you and Ezra are both open to the idea. But can Joel's insecurities and possessiveness withstand such an arrangement? Or will the blow of another loss be what finally breaks him?"

• I'll Know It When I See It Series - @bageldaddy Joel Miller "It's the golden age of porn. Sex and sin are the national pastime. Your career in adult films starts opposite a man who goes by the name Texas."

• Compulsion Series - @iamskyereads Ezra "Beatrice is a Drifter, a member of that oft-maligned, enigmatic subsection of workers on Baylor Corporation’s long haul expeditions. Ezra is a man with flowery language and a dark past, but he plays guardian to a strong willed, soft spoken teenager. In a madcap scheme to steal precious gems from the corporation’s mining operations, Ezra and his ward, Cee, form a reluctant alliance with this lone Drifter."

• Left In Lincoln Series - @toxicanonymity Joel Miller "After you were orphaned by the Outbreak, Bill and Frank raised you, sheltered in their closed community. Now 21+, you're still inexperienced. They leave to get treatment for Frank and ask Joel to look in on you while they're gone. The town begins to creep you out, but Joel is glad to provide comfort and protection."

• Summer Schooled Series - @boliv-jenta Dave York & Joel Miller "Needing some cash before college, you start babysitting for Mr Miller and Mr York. When you decide to spend the summer teasing them. They decide you need to be taught some lessons."

• I Urge You, Bite Me - @netherfeildren Joel Miller "Sometimes love hurts like a split nail, and sometimes we like it like that. Sometimes Joel hurts like a split nail, you like him like that too."

• Sex Worker Frankie Series - @prolix-yuy Frankie Morales "Francisco “Catfish” Morales, a former sex worker at Pope’s escort service, takes on a final client and is met with something unexpected."

• Said The Spider To The Fly - @blueeyesatnight The Thief No summary provided by author, and I won't spoil it, however this is an awesome little fic which I urge you to check out if you haven't already!

• Catalyst Series - @ezrasbirdie Frankie Morales & Joel Miller "You've been nursing a crush on one of your closest friends, Frankie Morales, for a year now. At his 40th birthday party, you finally meet his new friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, who Frankie hasn't been able to stop talking about. You hit it off a little too well."

• Just A Piece - @palioom - Dave York "Dave only married you to keep his life as a hitman hidden. But when he comes home one day to you having cooked one of his childhood meals, he is doubting if he only married you out of necessity."

• This Charming Man - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Frankie Morales "Frankie’s wife kicks him out and files for divorce following a second trip to retrieve their money. He feels lost and hopeless until he meets someone new. He falls hard and fast for her. He’ll do anything to have her."

• Lemon Cakes & Lust - @thetriumphantpanda Oberyn Martell "Just a lowly kitchen girl, that’s all you were. A life of struggle behind you, masked by the facade of the palace. A tray of lemon cakes holds your fate with Prince Oberyn and you are only too happy to oblige his wanting of you."

• Headshots Series - @secretelephanttattoo Marcus Pike "You're a photographer and you get a job working for the FBI, taking corporate headshots."

• Starving Season Series - @wannab-urs Dave York "You and Dave York are two people with nothing left in this world. You find yourselves starving for each other, trying to fill whatever void you each have in yourselves."

• Akrasia - @sp00kymulderr Ezra "Ezra quarantine smut that focuses much less on the lockdown and much more on the smut."

• Sequins - @trulybetty Joel Miller "On a night out with friends, you run into a broad-shouldered stranger and there's no denying that there's an immediate attraction between the two of you."

• Kill Shot Series - @magpiepills Ezra "A lonesome prospector comes face to face with a dangerous stranger. What happens when you can’t resist his charm?"

• Send In The Clown - @covetyou Dieter Bravo "You lose your scarf on a visit to the carnival. Send in Dieter Bravo - washed up actor turned circus clown."

• Precious Possessions Series - @exquisiteserotonin Dave York "Work conferences were supposed to be boring. A meeting with a mysterious man sets your life on a very different trajectory."

• Rumour Has It Series - @senorabond Marcus Pike & Javier Pena "You've recently transferred from a promising job in D.C. to Texas when DEA Special Agent Javier Peña approaches you with his current case. Rumor has it you have an in with the FBI art crimes unit, and the DEA could use your skills and connections on a suspected narcos money laundering case. You need to do well on this case to prove yourself, but you're not sure Marcus Pike will even help after the way you left."

Thank you so much to all the writers for writing such amazing stories this year!

⭐️And as a bonus, I've picked a fic from my own writing that I feel is my absolute favourite piece that I've written this year:

The Pit - Ezra - "Ezra and you stumble into an ominous pit on a prospecting mission for coveted azure diamonds on the Narillan moon, and find more than you bargain for."

🖤

PEDRO CHARACTER FAV FIC REC MASTERLIST

[odetodilfs]

THE ULTIMATE PEDRO BOYS RANK!

(ft. my own opinions)

This is a lil idea I had while talking to a friend and it started off with a top 5, but I decided to rank all Pedro boys here, but quite frankly, I love them all and it's just a miniature difference with each. NSFW mentions, but probably anyone can read. The list goes from top to bottom btw, my dumbass did it the wrong way round. I haven't watched some of the things some of these guys are in so just keep that in mind. Remember these are my own opinions and you're allowed to disagree with me!!

#1 Marcus Moreno

Now, he's not the most known, not the fan favorite, he's in the middle for fandom standards, but this guy is the cutest for me. Like I don't care how terrible the movie itself is I fell in love with that man his first second of screen time. He seems like the type to make breakfast for you in bed, he seems like the type to kiss you every morning, he seems like the type to be perfect. Also his world and situation is (considerably) more calm than most of the other Pedro boys, he's not a gun dealer, he's not in a world where a fungus has taken over, he lives a mostly normal life. AND COME ON, TELL ME THIS GUY ISN'T AS LOYAL AS A DOG. He's also a dad, and I love dads <3 With this, Marcus wins the #1 spot!

#2: Javier Peña

Javier couldn't score any lower than this. Sure, his life is considerably more agitated than Marcus's and he IS a huge manwhore... BUT I CAN FIX HIM!! I'd fulfill his dream of living in a ranch in Texas, I'd be his forever. He's also got that mustache and you KNOW he's good in bed, any position, Dom or sub, he does it ALL! And he'd also be hella protective of you too.

manwhore on #2

#3 Frankie Morales

He's so.. he's so adorable!! Frankie is just so cute and seems like the type of guy that would do it all for his partner. I just know his heart fills with joy when he sees you, his kid and him as a family. Why does he also seem like the kind of guy to verbally worship you and thank him every time he goes to sleep? I don't know, but even then, he's still so cute, (and probably good in bed).

Frankie Morales on #3 probably cause of my love for dads lmfao

#4 Javi Gutierrez

Goddamn, this man, this beautiful ass man, I'll never get over him, his puppy eyes, his everything. He's kind of like a more energetic version of Marcus, kind of, and he just seems super caring and adorable. I just know he wouldn't get tired of telling you how beautiful you look, how you're his world and that he loves you. When he gets tough he's also kind of cute btw.

#5 Pero Tovar

I'm not gonna lie... I'm guilty of having slept on Pero for hella long, but that's not the case anymore as he ends up #5 on this list! I see him kind of as a mix between Joel and Din. AND THAT SCAR, LORD...

I just wanna kiss this man all over and give him the loving he deserves. I also definitely see him taking out his weapons at anyone insulting you, he'd just be so in love with you.

#6 Joel Miller

Of course, the iconic Joel Miller can't be any lower than this, he's so adorable, like even if he's a mass murderer, he did it in the name of his daughter! Joel would be a very hard and strong man, if he has a soft moment with you, it means he plainly loves you and trusts you. And his brown eyes oh my god, and the greying hair, god, he's so amazing, I wanna take care of him. He'd be super protective and possessive of you too. Also he's a dad, of course lmfao.

#7 Tim Rockford

He's got cake, a hot ass mustache, shoulder holsters and a hot ass attitude with beautiful brown eyes. The only thing that kind of holds him back is the lack of a proper story, but that's amazing for fics as you don't really need an AU 99% of the time. I feel like he'd be really soft with his partner and constantly trying to make time for them and sometimes invite them to his office, he also seems like the type of guy to sneak behind you and give you hugs from behind .

#8 Oberyn Martell

A classic. Our slutty bisexual prince, who doesn't love that combo? We have canon confirmation that this man is good in bed too. I have the Headcanon that he's an amazing power bottom, but that's just me. I feel like he'd be super protective of you and constantly try to show his strength and attractiveness to you, even if you don't mean it, he'd definitely spoil you too.

#9 Din Djarin

Our little Mandalorian with social anxiety <3, I love him so much, he's so cute and I'm glad he got the ending he deserved with his child, (let me live in Nevarro with you and Grogu, I'll make you happy I swear). He's the definitely the protective type, and his patience is real short so it's best to not mess with you, Grogu or him. I feel like he'd have trouble taking off the helmet mainly cause he feels insecure that you won't like him.. but little does he know you're only gonna love him more, and eventually when he does do it, it's an amazing decision.

#10 Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Now, Whiskey and #11 were a hard pick, I had a mental debate of who to put first, alas, Whiskey got #10. He's a cowboy, what's not to love? That mustache and his confidence, oh my god. His backstory makes me wanna comfort him so bad and just the reassurance, I feel like he'd also be extremely protective because of what happened with his ex wife and he doesn't want anything to happen to you as well. I feel like at some point he'd also like to become a father with you. Overall, so cute and probably good in bed as well.

#11 Dio Morissey

Oh my, it's certainly a switch up from the other Pedro boys. Much more blunt and dominant in general. But he's still super fine which got him the 11th spot. I know this man is extremely freaky in bed, and dominant as fuck too. Outside of the bedroom though, he'd give people death stares if he thinks they're looking at you weirdly and even if sometimes he's certainly quite strange, it has a certain charm to it don't you think?

The hot goth at #11

#12 Silva

Now, I was debating whether or not to put Silva here as Strange Way of Life isn't really out yet, but there's gifs of him, so I decided why not? This ranking will definitely go up when it gets released, as now I simply struggle to make head canons with him cause we know so little about him. I just know he's very passionate and would defend you so bravely. He'd do anything for his man and it shows, and the cowboy hat looks good. This cowboy can totally ride me!! He's my beautiful queer rep too, and I swear if I see fem reader fics of this guy my gay ass is jumping you.

#13 Dieter Bravo

Our favorite (probably bisexual) actor and artist, he's just so cute and cuddly, he'd give you the warmest hugs and cuddles and would constantly need reassurance that you love him which would be so cute. Physicality is his love language most definitely and his favorite way to sleep is with you both cuddling. He's also extremely funny which is just adorable, especially with his sassiness.

#14 Ezra

Our other little space boy <3, he's beautiful, even if he ends up losing an arm, but I'd still love him. He'd definitely recite poems to you under the stars and just come up with nicknames for you. He also looks so soft and looks like the kind to fall asleep in your arms while smiling. He'd always be super grateful to have you and will do anything in his power to please you.

#15 Comandante Veracruz

I feel like he's the super stoic and cutting guy who's hard on the outside but a softy on the inside, kind of like Pero Tovar in a different way. And I know if anyone lays a finger on you he won't hesitate to pull out the guns if he thinks it's enough. With you, he's super gentle, almost like another person but would grieve your touch. He also wouldn't mind using some of that aggressiveness in bed.

#16 Max Phillips

Now I know Dio scored high but he's an exception, but I'm missing the mustache or some facial hair. Even then, Max is still pretty hot and I'd let him feed off my blood if he wants to. He also has a funny personality which gets him far, he's also extremely dominant in bed.

#17 Marcus Pike

He's so adorable but I barely remember the mentalist and didn't watch the episodes he's in, I might rewatch it just for him. But he's really cute, I love their hair and the mustache so that gets him the places above the 2 down below. But he definitely seems like the type to praise your every move. If I knew him better he'd probably overtake Max.

#18 Maxwell Lord

Now... for starters I know literally nothing about this man cause I haven't watched WW1984, and the look kinda just isn't it... he's cute though, passable and probably uses cheesy pickup lines to make you fall for him. Also he's got a got a good ass so that prevents him from being last.

#19 Dave York

Now he's better in looks than Maxwell, but I literally can't think of any headcanons of him since I don't know this character at all in the slightest, so uh... sorry Dave York fans, he might rise in this ranking if I ever watch the equalizer... Ahhh! With this the list comes to an end, once again, I love all Pedro boys with tiny little differences but overall they're all amazing in their own right <3 I know I missed some like him in the Casillero del Diablo ad, but that kind of barely counts as a character considering he doesn't even have a name. Feel free to share your opinion in the comments/tags and please reblog this post!

[janaispunk]

comandante veracruz oneshots

fic recs masterlist - please check the tags and warnings on each fic! if you enjoyed a fic, please show the writer some love <3

it all hurts, it all hurts just the same by @iamasaddie

a breath of fresh air by @tommysversion

pull me under by @sp00kymulderr

chained & restraint by @flightlessangelwings

[shadow-assassin-blix]

WIP Update

Just doing a small update on all my stories for anyone who cares. This is also a way for me to keep myself sane with all of my stories. I also realized I accidentally deleted my tagging page on my masterlist post. If you wish to be tagged in the following please let me know in the comments. If you have any ideas for one shots involving the below mentioned fandoms/characters, please. Feel free to implode my DM's. I will happily take any suggestions.

so... lets see. gonna list wips and some new ideas cause... why not?

WIPs:

House of Memories- Gojo x OC

It's a Grey Area -Poe Dameron x OC

Little Red- Heisenberg x Reader

It Belongs in a Museum - Veracruz x reader

and then my song fics with the Triple Frontier Boys.

These are the ones I am most likely going to update the most alongside my Pacho x oc story. I appreciate everyone who still enjoys A Picture is a Poem Without Words.

The other stories I may one day update again, but inspiration for them has been lost currently. The only one that is most likely to rejoin the line up is the Billy Russo x reader and thats.... a very slim chance currently

I do technically have two other stories that I have posted on my AO3 but haven't done so here. Mostly because...they're westerns and I don't see many people who are in those fandoms. Specifically, Tombstone and Magnificent Seven tv series. (I really love Michael Biehn, don't judge).

New Ideas:

I have two Bleach ideas. One involves Sosuke Aizen and the other Shunsui Kyoraku. Both will be OCs (but not the same) and I have been wanting to do the Aizen story for so long and I am finally working up the courage to write it down finally. It is him and a subordinate that he has known since he was a lieutenant and follows them from then on. The Shunsui one was inspired by the Thousand Year Blood War arc, and its Shunsui falls in love with Yhwach's daughter and follows them from when they were kids until the arc. I love me some drama and some angst thrown in. Just a sprinkle. is there a possible love triangle with Haschwalth?......

I have two different stories for My Hero Academia, one with Dabi and the other is Aizawa's daughter and her joining in on the shenanigans of UA, love interests are possible but not chosen at this point in time.

I have recently gotten into Toyko Revengers and I may write something for Draken or Hanma because I see two very different personalities but love both of them. Maybe its the two-faced gemini in me idk.

The Live Action One Piece has reminded me why I loved both Shanks and Zoro....and Mihawk lets be fair... So may do a couple of one/two shots with those.

I have ideas for both Fruits Basket and Moriarty the Patriot, still rattling them around in my brain. I will eventually also do a Leon Kennedy story because Leon needs all the love and appreciation possible.