#espadaposting

espada is a top-leaning switch, but she’s also dominant as fuck. it’s not very often that she lets you top her, but when she does, she’s a power bottom, telling you exactly what to do and how.

espada practically lives between your legs with the amount of time she spends there. she gets so much pleasure from eating you out for hours on end, delighting in your taste. she’ll also kiss you with tongue afterward, urging you to taste yourself.

if espada’s head is not between your thighs, her fingers might be. she loves those passionate makeout sessions where her fingers are inside your panties, playing with your pussy. she just adores swallowing those moans of yours.

espada also likes it when your hand is down her pants during said makeout sessions. it’s often that you just get each other off as you suck face.

espada finds it hot when she fucks you with her clothes on while you’re completely naked—it just ignites something in her. skin-to-skin is still had plenty, don’t you worry.

espada also finds it hot when you call her papi.

espada likes the quickies because she doesn’t get a lot of time to fuck you nice and slow. when she does get the freedom, however, she takes her time. she’ll leave you completely satisfied either way.

espada gets turned on big time from begging. sometimes she’ll steer you in a direction where she wants to hear you beg for your release, and upon your successfully doing so, she’s happy to make you cum.

espada is the queen of coming up to you at camp, whispering something so dirty in your ear, and then just casually walking away as if nothing happened. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t think it was cute when you got all hot and bothered, and the tension it builds just fuels her.

espada loves some ass. she likes to slap and grab yours whenever she can, even if there are people around. she also likes to see it jiggle during sex and, as such, quite enjoys taking you from behind.

espada fucking packs, which is another way she’ll tease you around camp (do you see the pattern?). she’ll want you to sit on her lap around the campfire so that you know just what she has in store for you later. you know it’s on when she unbuckles that belt to reveal her package (PLEASE).  

espada loves when you suck the strap (here is something i wrote about that). oftentimes, she won’t fuck you with it until you’ve sucked her off well enough. she just loves to see you on your knees for her. 

espada will grunt and cuss during sex. you’ll hardly hear a moan from her, but she certainly wants them from you.

espada will smoke during sex. she’ll light a cigarette or two as she fucks you, being careful not to let any ash fall on you. her favorite is when she can just manspread on the couch, you on top, riding her, as she smokes her stuff. she’ll occasionally offer you a puff or two, but you’re too blissed out to be able to concentrate on anything other than your pleasure.

espada has a spit kink. she finds it incredibly hot to spit in your mouth and watch you swallow it as she fucks you in any position. she’ll also spit on your pussy before she sticks her strap inside of you to lube you up a bit more. 

while espada does prefer to use the strap over most other methods, she is also a big fan of the classic scissoring. it drives her crazy to be able to rub her wet pussy all over yours. she’ll grab you a bit tight as she grinds to make sure you both reach your orgasm–together.

speaking of riding out your orgasms together, here’s a little snippet i wrote:

no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to disregard the incessant thoughts that circled around in your head. all you wanted to do was sleep, but you couldn’t, and the more you fixated on the amount of sleep you were losing, the worse it got. to make matters even more frustrating, what felt like hours passed of trying to sleep turned out to only be a few minutes. 

you thought you’d see the light of the next day at any moment, but the gloomy darkness in the barracks remained. the only light that peered in was what the stars were giving from the night sky, in addition to the faint lighting of the lights around camp. the setting was made for sleep, but you found none. of course, that wasn’t new to you–insomnia was no stranger in your life, nor were the intrusive thoughts that plagued you. 

laid on your back, you turned your head to the left and caught a glimpse of dani snoozing away on her bed. it was intriguing how she could manage to sleep after all the horrors she’d witnessed and the trauma she’d experienced. you were happy for your friend, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel pangs of jealousy and resentment. 

you glanced back up at the ceiling and decided to take out your phone, which was placed underneath your pillow. as soon as it was raised into your view, the time flashed across the screen: 1:15. 

“mierda,” you cursed under your breath. “it’s going to be a long night.”

you decided to turn on your right side, which gave you a clear view out the window. in the distance, over by a tree, you saw a spark of light appear and then diminish. it could’ve been something as simple as a bug, but considering that you were at the montero farm, the most rational explanation to you was the lighting of a cigarette. you had no idea who it could’ve been, though; out in the west, it could’ve been anybody–it seemed that everybody smoked… well, except you. however, you were intrigued to join them anyway. after all, it seemed more appealing than staring at random objects around the barracks and cursing yourself for not sleeping. 

slowly creeping out of bed, you slipped into your combat boots and laced them up. you snuck up to the door of the barracks that was left slightly ajar and quietly pulled it towards you until there was enough space to make a stealthy exit.

as you walked out of the barracks, the gorgeous night sky caught your attention. it was a beautiful shade of blue that was magnificently complemented by flecks of white and yellow that almost resembled stars–who knew for certain in yara? there was a gentle breeze that brushed against your skin, promptly reminding you that you hadn’t even considered a jacket, but still, your feet continued to take you forward. you’d be fine.

you approached the tree and peeked around the other side to spot espada leaned up against it with a cigarette between her fingers, huffing out a cloud of smoke. she noticed your presence and waved you over to her. 

“hey,” you said, rounding the tree to stand by her.

“hola,” she muttered, putting her cigarette between her lips. she took a puff before speaking again. “you smoke?”

you weren’t generally a smoker, but the release of chemicals it would bring sounded enticing. plus, the thought of spending some alone time with espada didn’t seem so bad, either. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a bit of a crush on her. then again, who didn’t? 

reading your face for an answer, espada grabbed her cigarette box from her shirt pocket and flipped the top open, pulling one out. you extended your arm out to grab it, thinking that she would place it in your hand. instead, she stepped forward and casually raised it to your mouth herself. you welcomed the interaction, parting your lips and closing them around the cigarette. your eyes made contact as she pinched her cigarette and leaned forward, getting close enough to light your cigarette with her own. 

once your cigarette was lit, and your belly was fluttering from the small interaction, espada stepped back to lean against the tree again but never quite returned to her prior distance. she remained lingering in your space, facing you, her eyes rarely leaving yours. there were a few moments of silence when you would both take drags of your cigarettes, looking up at the night sky every so often.

“what has you up so late?” she asked, seeming genuinely interested.

“too much on my mind, i guess,” you admitted. the same could be said for just about any yaran, but they could sleep just fine. why couldn’t you? “y tú?”

she shrugged, sighing as she exhaled her cigarette smoke. “i dunno, the same.”

you nodded your head in understanding. it was right back to the silence filling the air, along with the cigarette smoke and your attempts to stifle the little coughs that tried to escape. you wanted to say more–to keep the conversation going–but nothing hit you.

“it’s beautiful, no?” she finally broke the silence once more, pointing up to the sky with her cigarette in hand. 

“sí,” you nodded. “not many beautiful nights like this.”

she looked hesitant for a moment, staring right at the ground. it seemed like she wanted to tell you something, but she couldn’t quite get it out yet. you waited patiently, continuing to admire the night sky. it was beautiful. 

“mi mamá and i would watch the stars sometimes,” her eyes looked up for a second, but then went back to the ground, like she couldn’t make eye contact while recollecting those memories. “she would tell me that when we go, we become like them.”

“that’s beautiful, espada,” you complimented, tilting your head to admire her for that bit of information, appreciating the vulnerability. you never thought you’d see a softer side of her, and you certainly didn’t think she’d ever willingly let you see it.

“i look for her on these nights, you know? been gone for years, but i keep lookin’.” 

you smiled at her as she looked back at you, and a tiny smile appeared across her face as well. more moments were spent looking up at the night sky, with your occasional glance back down to espada, who seemed to have a lot more on her mind. 

“is something bothering you?” you finally decided to ask, worried about her, but knowing that you may not even get a response back.

her attention was now on you, rather than the night sky, and you could read her expression better. there was a sort of longing that you couldn’t quite place, though–a longing for what? 

“yes.”

“do you want to talk about it?”

there was hesitation. her eyes peered all over, but never quite landed back on yours yet.

“look, you’ve shown that i can trust you, sí? you can’t repeat what i’m about to tell you–not yet.”

“of course,” you assured. “you can talk to me.”

she nodded and looked back at you, maintaining eye contact, but seemed to still hesitate to divulge any information. you squeezed your eyebrows together and continued to look at her. 

“what’s going on, espada?”

“mierda… do you remember the lieutenant i’ve been trying to locate?” 

“sí.”

“he’s not just any lieutenant. he’s my little brother.”

“espada, i-“

“he changed his name when he joined the fnd. now he’s working for that hijo de puta josé.”

“does anybody else know?”

“some do, and they call him a traitor,” her voice trailed off. “but he’s still a montero.”

“are you close to finding him?”

“no sé. i just know he’s a big scientist at one of the facilities, but i don’t know which one.”

“what’s the plan when you find him?”

“to… bring him home.” espada spoke lower that time, lowering her head as well. “i don’t know if he will come back. papá has always been so hard on him. on both of us. alej couldn’t take the heat, so he left. papá says he doesn’t care, but i know he does. deep down.”

“i’m so-“

“no. i don’t need your pity.”

you just tilted your head to apologize, not wanting to ruin the moment. you were surprised that she was even telling you something like this, but honored at the same time.  

“pinga. anyways,” she put out her cigarette and immediately lit another. “do you want to talk about what’s keeping you up?”

you shrugged, not knowing what to say, but getting the hint that she wanted to move on with the conversation. “i’ve just always had a hard time sleeping.”

“por qué?”

“i dunno,” then you looked to the ground. “i just think too much.”

“ah.”

“sí,” you hesitated for a second, but then realized how hard it must’ve been for espada to open up herself. “i don’t know how to stop some recurring thoughts.”

“what are they about?”

“sometimes irrational things, sometimes rational things.”

espada nodded as she listened, giving you the go-ahead to keep going. 

“i think, no, i worry a lot about this war. i know we are strong, but do we really have what it takes?”

“fuck yes we do. we are going to get that comemierda.”

“will i even be there to witness it?”

“herma’… you’re a good guerrilla. don’t forget that.”

“pero-“

“oye, how do you think you survived this long?”

“help from some amazing guerrillas.”

“sí,” she stepped closer, putting her hand on your shoulder. “and you’re one of them.”

“i guess so.” you looked down at her hand, which lingered. “thank you, espada.”

“call me camila. and i am always out here around this time, so join me when you can’t sleep. i could use a smoking buddy.” there was another one of her adorable smiles–rare to see, but you were just getting spoiled with them that night. 

“gracias, camila.”

~

even after your cigarettes were put out, you continued to small talk. hours passed until the sun was finally starting to come up, and you parted ways. 

you walked back to the barracks with a fear that the intimate moment you just experienced would be forgotten forever. you felt even closer to camila after the night you had, and you wanted to get even closer. there was a glimmer of hope in you that she might begin to see you differently–if she hasn’t already–and maybe even try to get closer to you, too. unsurprising to your habit of overthinking, you also wondered if she truly meant her invitation to meet up again at night. 

~ 

after managing to get an hour of sleep, you were awoken by the sound of the others around you getting up and ready for the day. you figured there was no use in trying to get any more sleep because the noise alone would keep you awake. you pulled your pillow over your face to stifle a grunt before deciding to get up and perform your morning routine. 

last night’s thoughts remained in your head as you got ready for the day. you were obviously no stranger to overthinking, but you couldn’t help but ponder your crush on camila. what happened only intensified it, and you just wondered if there was potential for anything more there. getting caught up in your own thoughts, you were reminded by dani that it was time to go.

finally finished and ready, you stepped outside, spotting camila executing her attack moves with her knife near her tree. you stopped and found yourself staring at her, admiring her prowess. she paused for a moment to take a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead before glancing around and finally landing her eyes on you. 

fuck, you thought. 

expecting a cold stare or even a quick head-turn on her part, you were instead greeted with a gentle smile before she returned to her sparring. her small expression made you smile as well, and you continued about your day, following dani out of the camp. 

you were not immune to ruminating over the previous events as you and dani fought soldados in madrugada. she caught you distracted a few times, but you brushed it off like it was nothing. she did not need to know about your silly crush because it was silly, right?

~

that night, when everybody else was sound asleep, you took a chance and went out to meet camila again. as you once again rounded the tree, camila saw you and smiled, seemingly happy to see you.  

“ven acá,” she commanded. “i want you to try this.”

you made a spot next to her against the tree and grabbed the cigarette she offered you from her hand. you inhaled quickly, then exhaled slowly. 

“mmm…” you pulled the cigarette from your lips and rotated it in your hand, analyzing it. “qué es esto?”

she took the cigarette from your fingers and took another puff. as she blew out, she opened her mouth to proudly utter: “the good shit. i’ve been saving it.”

~

the night went by quickly as you conversed, took turns smoking the same cigarette, and enjoyed each other’s company. you discussed more things about yourselves, relishing in the time to get to know each other some more. interest was shared on both sides and it was a pleasant experience. you hoped that every night would be like that.

the most unfortunate part always crept up, though, and that was when you had to call it quits and retire back to the barracks. it was the same as the night before–camila offered to meet up again the following night, and then the night after that, and the night after that.

~ 

several nights went by, and they were several nights filled with meetings between you and camila in various spots, like the tree or sniper’s nest by the camp. they have been nights when you both took pleasure in each other’s company, getting to know each other on a deeper level. you both grew close so fast, and it felt like you had known each other for ages. 

the “silly” crush on camila has since grown exponentially as you revealed more of yourself to her and, in turn, learned a lot more of her. your feelings get to a point where you can no longer contain them anymore, and one night, you decide it’s time to approach her about them. 

~

your head was against camila’s shoulder as you both sat, looking out onto the camp from the sniper’s nest on the mountaintops. camila was talking about her day and how she managed to make some strides with the other guerrillas–which she can now call them–that she was training. you looked up at her every so often, hoping to make eye contact with her, and when you did, it left butterflies in your stomach. you had to tell her how you felt. 

as with every other night, there was one cigarette shared between the two of you. when it was finally gone, camila rubbed it on the ground and flicked it off the mountain. the hand that was holding the cigarette was then rubbing your shoulder as your head still laid against her shoulder. when you turned to look at it, she removed it.

“i-i’m sorry,” she muttered quietly, sitting up a little bit.

you lifted your head off of her shoulder and watched as she stood up. she brushed her thighs off with her hands and looked down at you with that same longing glance that you saw several nights before. you had previously dismissed it as just having been missing her mother, but at that point, you were starting to wonder if it was more than that–if it was much more in that moment. 

“what’s going on, camila?” you questioned, worried, but also fairly curious to see where it was going. would you even be able to work up the courage to confess your feelings to her?

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you.”

oh? you thought. could she have been feeling the same way? no. she couldn’t be.

“what is it?”

her face reddened, and her eyes lingered on yours. she hadn’t even spit it out, and she was already looking nervous–it must’ve been a big deal. the least of your worries caught your attention in that moment and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was. the moonlight shone on her skin divinely, accentuating her features and making her lips glisten. you felt bad for staring at a time like that, but it was true. she was beautiful.

you finally stood up and stepped closer to her, hoping that the closeness would bring her some comfort to share what has been plaguing her. 

“camila? what’s the mat-“

you were quickly cut off by her lips against yours, her gloved hands cupping your face on both sides, and her body moving you slightly backwards. you instinctively placed your arms behind her neck to bring her even closer to you, deepening the kiss. her head tilted to the side to give for better access as you both continued to savor the kiss. you found your hands lifting to brush against her face–which was surprisingly soft–as you held her in place. you never wanted that moment to end.

so many emotions were running through you as your lips were together. was this it? was it finally happening?

camila pulled away for some air, causing your lips to turn into a pout. you slowly opened your eyes to see a smiley camila looking right back at you. your hands were still on each other as you pulled each other close once more to share a quick little smooch or two. 

before she pulled away for good, she rubbed her nose against yours and then exhaled slowly. your cheeks already had some heat in them as you maintained eye contact with camila, whose hands were now off you as she stepped back. she studied your expression, worried about the impulsiveness that she just gave into. 

“lo siento.”

“why are you sorry?”

“pinga, i just couldn’t hold that in anymore.”

“it’s okay, camila. i’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

she was somehow shocked: “really? i mean, me too.”

you giggled, and since she was still within an arms reach, you pulled her close to you once more, but this time, to hug her. you felt safe and secure in those arms, and it was another place you did not want to leave. she put her arms around you and squeezed you tighter, letting out a rather large exhale–one you can only guess is of relief.

when you pulled away again, you were both smiling, feeling good about the turn of events. it was clearly soemthing you have both been waiting for as those nights have passed, and it couldn’t have turned out better. 

~

you and camila went back to your little blanket to watch the stars. your head was back on her shoulder, and her hand was on yours–and this time, it was going to stay. she ran her hand up and down your arm, enjoying the moment, happy to finally have gotten that out of the way.

before you went back down the mountain, camila turned to you and took your hand in hers.