#burn notice fanfic

[flightlessangelwings]

Jealousy Makes You Taste Good

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

Word count-2.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Needy tonight, are we?”

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

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

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

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

“Ay… Fuck… Cariño…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not jealous,” you murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“V…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“V… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[the-lone-writer94]

High Voltage

Sam Axe (Burn Notice) x female character 

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

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

Word Count: 3,491

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s right.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence. 

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

“Can we trust them?” 

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

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

“I’ll let her know.” 

“Appreciate it Barry.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nonetheless, Sam Axe was still a mystery to Cassandra. 

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

“Sam Axe,” Cassandra said firmly. 

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

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

“I’m Jesse,” he said. 

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

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

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

“Can you crack it?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How exactly?” Cassandra asked in confusion. 

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

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

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

Cassandra raised her eyebrow to that remark. 

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Cassandra felt like an idiot. 

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

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

“My lady,” he said and smiled. 

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

“You certainly clean up well.” Cassandra commented. 

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

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

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

Cassandra scoffed. “If you say so.” 

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

Cassandra playfully slapped Sam on his arm. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How did you figure it’ll be there?” 

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

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

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

Sam’s eyes widened. “Impressive.” 

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

“Sounds simple.” 

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

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

“Shit,” Sam cursed. 

“What?” Cassandra flipped her head to him. 

“Garcia’s coming our way.” 

“The codes aren’t done yet.” 

“How much time do we have?” 

Cassandra shrugged. “I don’t know.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Sam,” she moaned. 

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

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

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

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

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

Nathaniel smiled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s my signature look.”

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

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

“Maybe.” Cassandra teased. 

[arbitersart]

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

this one's been a long time coming. enjoy

[the-plantlikefishie-dafi-writes]

Agreement with the Sun

An Arataki Itto x Reader Fanfic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…Hm? Pretty?

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

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

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

No way. No way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

….HUH?

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

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

You were glad to have met him that night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, do you love me?”

“Uh…”

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

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

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

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

You pondered. Does he read those cheesy light novels?

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

Thank you and God bless!

[tiggymalvern]

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

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

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

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

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

[despairforme]

What kind of guy is your type

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

What kinda guy was his type?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[introvertgoat]

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

[flightlessangelwings]

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. 

[ligercat]

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

[teaandinanity]

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

[arbitersart]

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

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

[tiggymalvern]

I started posting my latest Burn Notice fic. Chapters are being added as I edit.

Fiona/Sam, Fiona/Michael and obviously Fiona/Michael/Sam, because that's the way I roll :-)

After Michael disappears with the CIA at the end of season six, Fiona starts sleeping with Sam. That’s going to make things awkward when Michael unexpectedly and dramatically returns…

A season seven AU, in which things get worse (yes, apparently that is possible) before they get better. Break-it then fix-it fic XD

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

Chapters: 8/8 Summary

I just really needed to read a cross-over between two of my favorite vigilantes: Michael Westen and John Reese

My ideas was what if Management wanted to recruit John as well when they realized he was in fact alive? So they send Michael Westen to investigate what he's up to but of course Michael sees an innocent person in trouble and ends up helping more than he spies on Team Machine

[southsideacademythings]

AO3 Masterlist

Burn Notice :

Jesse’s Girl - Jesse Porter fanfic

Longmire (tv) :

Beauty and the Bear - Henry oneshot

Bounty - Travis Murphy one shot

The Inheritance Cycle :

Just a Servant - Murtagh Morzansson fanfic