#fc6 x reader

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:

Once you had talked to Camila, you had thought it would actually be easier to talk to her father. But he still was avoiding you, always coming up with a reason to escape a conversation. It was frustrating that he didn't even give you a chance. You became more and more afraid that your relationship was ruined for good. 'If only I had never kissed him', you thought whenever he brushed you off, preferring to concentrate on other things rather than talking to you. You missed spending time with him, the pleasant silence when he was occupied with papers concerning the farm's finances while you were sitting on a chair just a few inches apart quietly patching holes in his pants or stitching buttons on his polo shirts. You missed his instructions on how to properly season different meats and fish, all the little culinary tips he gave you when he let you help prepare dinner in the evenings. Coño, you would even prefer his moral lectures when you woke up with a hangover over the cold shoulder he was showing you now. You used to think, that missing someone who lived far away was hard, but soon you had realised that missing someone who was within reach was even harder to bear.

"Vale, stop it."

"Stop what?", you asked, looking puzzled at Philly, who had been - until now - silently tinkering with one of his new creations as you sat on the ground, staring holes in the air.

"Your constant sighing is breaking my concentration and you don't want Philly's magic to go haywire, no?", he explained and you could tell by the twitching corners of his mouth that he didn't really blame you.

"Perdona, I'm just–"

"I know", he replied with no need for you to say anything. Besides Camila, Philly Bárzaga was the only one who knew where your heart was at. And while sometimes his humour seemed out of place, he was only trying to lighten the mood. He felt bad for you, seeing you suffer like that. So he put down the soldering iron and the tweezers he was holding in his hands. Then he stepped next to you, squatted down and put an arm around your shoulder, pressing you to his chest.

"You know what I also know?", he asked, lowering his voice and bringing his lips close to your ear, like a child who was up to no good. Like he wanted to say something that was for your ears only. "I know that el jefe is preparing his truck. He wants to hunt some cocodrillo with Roberto tonight."

"Roberto and crocodile hunting? Are you serious?", you questioned, hardly believing what you heard. Roberto couldn't even handle little Chorizo who constantly used Roberto's bed as his own little potty. Only the oluwas knew how that puppy got up there. So how on earth was he supposed to deal with a full-grown predator? Sure, you weren't much more experienced than he was, yet it was him who wet his pants when Chorizo started growling. Which, admittedly, was very amusing to look at.

"That's exactly what I said", Philly explained, rising to his feet. "I said 'Jefe, with Roberto we will starve. But you could take Y/N with you, after all, you got a pretty good catch last time and her company is way more enjoyable.'"

Horror washed over your face. "You. Did. Not."

"Oh, I did." Philly grinned mischievously.

"And what did he say?"

"Uh–," he had removed his cap briefly, sheepishly scratched the back of his head and then put it back on. That was answer enough for you.

"Of course", you rolled your eyes. There was no way that Carlos would've agreed to take you with him on another hunting trip. Not after what happened on the previous one. 'Stupid kiss', you thought.

"But from what I've heard, Roberto isn't happy about this little viaje. Maybe you can swap places with him."

"And how do you think I should do that? It's not like I can just get in Carlos' truck and demand that he takes me with him. Even if I'd hold a revólver to his head he wouldn't listen to me."

"Not if you do it here", Philly suggested with a grin.

"Are you out of your mind? I'm not gonna threatening him with a gun. Coño, I don't even know how to–"

"That's not what I meant, estúpido." Philly laughed. "I will tell him, that he has to pick Roberto up somewhere else. You will wait there and when he comes, he can't possibly just leave you there all by yourself, no?"

"That's actually a not-so-bad idea", you had to admit, but you shortly noticed that there was a tiny flaw in his plan. "What if Carlos sees Roberto here on the farm before he leaves?"

"Do I have to take care of everything myself?" Philly sighed dramatically, yet a playful smirk appeared on his face. "Tell Roberto to disappear for a while– estará bien."

You thought about that idea for a moment and a grin crept onto your lips, while your eyes catched sight of the cigarette behind Philly's ear. You already knew how to get Roberto out of the way.

It really didn't take much to persuade Roberto not only to stay away from the hunting trip with Carlos, but to also drop you off at a gas station not currently manned by soldados. You would owe Philly big time since you had promised Roberto his cigarettes, but you didn't bother to think about that for the time being. Other scenarios were playing out in your head at this moment, for instance Carlos' reaction when he saw you. Maybe he would abandon the hunting trip and simply drive back to the farm with you. He may give you the silent treatment for the rest of the ride, so that all your efforts would've been for nothing. Or he would lecture you on how irresponsible it was to leave the protection of the farm unarmed and without backup. But the relationship between you couldn't possibly suffer any more than it already did, could it? And if he reprimanded you, at least that was a change from the everlasting silence that hung heavily above you, and it would actually be worth it to you. 'How desperate must one be to wish to be scolded?' You had no time to think about this question, hence you could make out a truck in the distance heading for the petrol station - Carlos' truck. Now you grew even more nervous on the sight of him, the palms of your hands getting all sweaty. Maybe you made the wrong decision by coming out here. But there was no turning back now.

The moment Carlos saw that not Roberto but you were standing at the gas station, he was overcome with different feelings. Annoyance, because you kept trying to get his attention and every day it became harder for him to distance himself from you. He could not allow himself to give in to his feelings. Not at his age and especially not when he was well aware of how bad his health was. Another feeling was anger, because he couldn't believe that you had been so careless as to risk venturing out here alone. Castillo's men would have had an easy game if they had caught you here. He would talk some sense into you and Roberto and also Philly, who Carlos was sure had been part of this plan. However, the relief that nothing had happened to you put him a bit at ease, despite the fact that it absolutely didn't show on his stern face. His truck came to a halt a few metres in front of you, but he didn't bat an eye, just waited for you to get in.

A lump had formed in your throat, which you tried to swallow in vain as you settled into the passenger seat. Before you had closed the door properly, Carlos had already taken off. To your surprise, he was not heading back to Finca Montero, but instead drove in the opposite direction. After a glance at his hands, however, you doubted that this was a reason for joy. He had them clasped firmly around the steering wheel, so tightly that his knuckles stood out white. His face also didn't look much more relaxed, his jaws seemed to be grinding, so hard was he clenching his teeth.

"Lo siento", you broke the silence quietly with an apology, once you had found your voice. You had been aiming to be alone with him for a while now, yet you didn't know how to start the conversation. You wanted to let your emotions run free, telling him how you had felt over the last few weeks, how much he had hurt you with his behaviour towards you. But you were afraid that this would push him even further away from you, if that was even possible. "It's just that I didn't know what to do anymore. You did everything you could to avoid being alone in a room with me and–"

"And if you'd been caught by the soldados out here, it would've been my fault?", he interrupted harshly without raising his voice, his gaze fixed on the road ahead before he turned onto an uneven side track leading into a forest.

"No, that's not what I–"

"That's not what? Not what you meant? What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what awaits you here? Or has livin' in the capital blinded you that much you don't see the shit's goin' on? Thought you were smarter than that, smarter than those tourists. Smart enough to know about the peligros out here. Guess I was wrong."

"That's not fair, Carlos", you tried defending yourself.

"La vida no es justa", he stated flatly, telling you that life wasn't always fair. "Welcome to the real world, princesa."

"Oh, I'm aware what you're doing here. I might be young but I'm not stupid", you said but your voice wasn't as firm as you wanted it to be. You'd lie if you say that his words didn't hurt you. Especially since there were still people on the farm who saw you just as a spoilt little princess from Esperanza, although you did your fair share every day like everyone else. When Carlos only snorted dismissively in reply, you continued: "You keep trying to push me away and now you think it's more effective to hurt me through words. But for me, being ignored by you for the last few weeks has been worse. So I'll gladly take any insult if it means you're giving me your attention. This is definitely progress in our relationship."

"We're in no 'relationship'. I know you're no child no more but to me you are", he explained, his voice as gruff as his beard. He knew what he was saying wasn't true but he had to make you believe it. It would be selfish of him if he started something with you, hence his health could get worse everyday. He didn't want to see you suffer because of him. You were young and you should look for someone your age and don't waste your time with an old man on whose door death was already knocking.

You sighed annoyed, fully aware that he was lying. "Camila's right, you're too stubborn for your own good." As soon as you mentioned his daughter Carlos hit the brakes. Although you were driving through the woods and the truck wasn't fast, the sudden stop had pushed you forward towards the windshield. That's why you should fasten your seatbelt even in times like these.

"You talked to Camila?", he queried dumbfounded, still not looking at you while you adjusted yourself in your seat. His daughter was, besides his health and age, another reason why he shouldn't get romantically nor sexually involved with you. You were not only one of her closest friends, you were also her age. Not to mention Alejandro. And what would Lucia, his late wife, think about all of this? The irony was rather sad, that he was more concerned about her feelings now that she was gone than when she still was alive.

"She talked to me, actually. Asked me what had happened between us", you answered him honestly.

"And you told her?"

"After she figured I had feelings for you? Sí, of course. What else was I supposed to do? Lie to my best friend? You don't know how good it actually felt to talk to her about it. Unlike you, she's much more open and solidaria about the age difference. Also, it was just a simple kiss, no big deal", you revealed, shrugging your shoulders to underline the last sentence. But Carlos was no fool, he didn't buy for a single second that the kiss meant nothing to you.

He turned his body to face you, his eyes searching yours and for the first time in ages he seemed to see you as a person again, rather than just an obstacle he constantly had to push out of his way. Was Camila really at peace with this idea? Could she really see him with a woman her age at his side? He was aware that he wouldn't find any indication that you were lying. Given how long he had known you and how observant he was of his people, he could tell when you were telling the truth. Still, he was unsure what to make of this revelation.

You resisted the urge to trace along with your fingers the deep furrow that had formed between Carlos' dark bushy eyebrows, making the expression on his face even more stern as it aleady was. A few minutes passed in which the two of you just looked at each other in silence. Only the humming of the engine could be heard. Mentally, you prepared yourself to hear more dismissive remarks from his mouth, but never did you expect him to reveal his true concerns.

"Not sure why you're so pigheaded", he murmured, a low sigh escaping his lips. "Why you run after me when you can have someone who's younger and not at the verge of death. Even if Camila's fine with, whatever, I'm slowly dyin', Y/N, you get that?"

"That's the reason you're avoiding me? Because you're sick?", you asked perplex although it should've been obvious. "Carlos, we could die any day, either one of us. You said it yourself - I could've been killed by Castillo's men if I had fallen into their hands today. No one can forsee the future, I might die before you. Maybe not by disease, but by war."

"Don't say that."

"Why not? Because you care for me? More than you're willing to admit? Maybe you care for me as much as I care for you. If I'm wrong about that", you said, reaching for one of his hands, "then tell me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't care for me this way, that you don't want me in your life, that you really see me as a child. I will then leave you alone and won't bother you anymore, lo prometo."

"You can be a real pain in the ass", he said, and then snorted, almost laughed when he saw the disbelief on your face. "But you're not bothering me. At least not all the time." He looked at your hands which you had wrapped around his own, they were so small and soft compared to his - showing him once again how many years separated you. He could've withdrawn his hand but he was slowly giving up on pushing you away since the moment he had realised that you weren't willing to leave him alone. He almost seemed exhausted and tired when he mumbled: "Fuck, it would be easier to get rid of you if you weren't so–"

"If I weren't so what? Annoying? Stubborn? Witty?" Your lips were curved in a teasing smile, one eyebrow raised. It felt good to have a regular conversation with him again.

"Wanted to say 'hermosa' but those words will do, too", he answered in an honest tone but with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You think I'm beautiful?", you inquired, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. Good thing the sun was already setting and he couldn't see how this simple statement made you blush. That he had also semi-insulted you, you ignored completely.

"And annoying, sí. Now stop lookin' at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like a fuckin' lovesick puppy." The colours of the sunset, which had forced their way through the trees around you, could hide your rosy cheeks but not the bright smile on your lips. It was beyond Carlos how he could've been the reason for your obvious delight. If he didn't know you he would think that you were playing games or had lost a bet or something. But he knew you too well. So maybe you had just lost your mind, that could be the only explanation.

"Can't change what I'm feeling, no?", you answered, almost whispering, while looking deep into his dark hazel eyes, mindlessly caressing his veiny hand with your thumb.

Hesitantly, uncertain if he really was making the right decision, he reached for your face, cupping your cheek. The touch was tender and soft, despite his calloused skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "What am I goin' to do with you, princesa?", he asked, seemingly losing his remaining ounce of self-control while he savoured the feeling of you nestleing into his hand.

You swallowed because you knew exactly what you wanted him to do and so you boldly said: "I can already think of a few things." To underline your innuendo you leaned forward, despite your fear that this really could ruin everything. Carlos didn't move to meet you halfway, but he also didn't back away what only encouraged you in your doing. His eyes, never leaving your face, dropped for a short moment to your mouth. You had already let go of his hand, supported yourself with one of yours on his thigh while bending over the middle console. Your free hand cupped his chin, feeling his beard tickling the inside of your palm and when you noticed that he didn't stop you, you closed the gap and pressed your lips to his. It wasn't the most comfortable position, neither was his truck in the middle of the woods the safest place, but you couldn't care less. All that mattered in this moment were Carlos' lips on yours and the fact that he kissed you back and didn't push you away.

When he broke the kiss, and you opened your eyes to look at him, you feared the worst. "If you tell me now that we shouldn't do this and you'll ignore me then for the next few months I'm gonna drag your butt personally to Esperanza and serve you el presidente." And for the first time since forever you heard Carlos laughing. His deep baritone was music to your ears and like everytime he laughed you could only look at him in awe.

"You threatenin' me?", he questioned, the hint of a smirk still on his lips. "Cute, real cute. Not goin' to lie, I'm curious how you'd manage that, but maybe– maybe not today." Then, he put his hand on the nape of your neck and his lips crushed against yours again. This time there was no sign of restraint. At that moment, he didn't even waste a second's thought on backing down. Longingly he was kissing you, his beard scratching your skin but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. You parted willingly your lips and a sigh escaped you when his tongue found yours. He tasted like coffee, himself and a mix of pineapple and strawberry, what could only mean that he had eaten some guanábana recently. To you it was the taste of a new-found drug and you couldn't think of something better to get addicted to.

Even if Carlos still had his doubts, he couldn't deny that this felt good, that it felt right to kiss you, to feel you, to hold you in his arms. After you had kissed him, back on the other hunting trip, he had thought about it more than once. Painting pictures in his head he tried so hard to avoid in reality. It had been tough, resisting the urge to embrace you and simply take what he desired without thinking about the future. Yet here he was, giving in to his feelings, giving in to you. He couldn't say that he loved you, but he was certain that you were the most important person in his life along with his children.

This time a cocodrillo wasn't the only catch the both of you brought home.

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. 

“fuckin’...,” bicho raises a cerveza at you and dani. “get your liver ready, we’re going to put that little guy through the ringer.” he then puts the bottle to his lips and chugs the entire thing in one breath. when he finishes, he looks to you and dani. you glance at dani, trying to gauge a response to give to bicho. you’re met with a shrug as she grabs a bottle nearby. she tips the bottle over her mouth and is met with disappointment when nothing comes out.

“oh yeah…” bicho mutters as he turns to dani and her empty bottle. “can you get some more?” he asks as a burp follows. you look around to decide where to look. as if reading your mind, dani turns to you and points behind you.

“isn’t there a bar nearby? we could try there.” she suggests, walking closer towards you. you nod and look back at bicho, who is eyeing the inside of a bottle, as if hoping more would magically appear.

you and dani set off to a nearby bar that is filled with soldados. you both look at each other and smile. dani senses chaos that can ensue, but you shut her down quickly. “we need to be smart about this or every soldado in segunda will be on our asses.”

thankfully, the drunk soldados are busy having the time of their lives – barfing into bushes and dancing in front of the stage. a large crate of cervezas on a table catches your eye and you quickly scope your surroundings to ensure it is a safe grab. the soldados seem incredibly distracted, which makes it seem like an easy task. dani sneaks in and grabs the crate with a quickness before hurrying back to you. she crouches next to you and shows you her haul. just as she is about to pop open a bottle, a soldado notices his sustenance missing. he looks around, alarmed, then promptly shrugs it off. you guess he didn’t care about it all that much. you and dani chuckle, each grabbing a bottle to get a little pre-gaming in before returning to bicho. you clink your bottles together and tilt your heads back, taking the beverages in.

a few drinks later, you and dani are laying in the grass as bicho snoozes on a nearby bench. you feel dani’s eyes on you as you continue to look up at the sky. you are waiting for her to say something, but nothing comes out. you finally smirk and look back at her. she returns a smile right back, remaining quiet. you raise an eyebrow to prompt her to finally say what she’s thinking about.

“has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look?” dani asks, surprisingly without slurring. you become flustered at the sentiment as her green eyes continue to pierce through your own. she takes her hand and places it on top of yours, gently massaging the spot. 

“you’re just drunk,” you giggle. her eyes still don’t leave your embarrassed face. what is she thinking about? you become increasingly aware of her hands on yours and break eye contact to look down. noticing this, she intertwined her fingers with yours.

“come with me.” she utters as she rises from her position. you ponder on what her intentions may be, but ultimately decide to follow her. she hasn’t led you astray before, and the way she’s looking at you tells you that she doesn’t plan to anytime soon. her hand is back in yours as she gently drags you along. you pass various billboards advertising the beauty of being a true yaran. you mentally cringe, but are relieved to see neighboring boards with dani’s signage. 

eventually, you and dani reach an alley that is dark and quiet. “you’re not planning to kill me, are you?” you ask jokingly. you look around and notice an orange ladder nearby, followed by multiple blue clothes placed strategically to highlight a path for guerrillas like you. 

dani chuckles at your question. “of course not,” she promises and motions towards the ladder you noticed before. “i just want to show you something.”

you walk over to the ladder and notice it is a bit higher than you’re able to reach. “here,” dani vocalises as she gets down on her knees. not a bad sight. “i got you.” she holds her hand out and allows you to step on it in order to reach the ladder above you. you grab the ladder and it falls quickly, nearly knocking you down. dani catches you just in time and ensures you are okay.

“so,” you trail off, catching her eye again. “who’s going first?” you look up at the obstacle before you. it seems like it’ll be a fun game – amplified by the fact that you are both tipsy. as if reading your mind, dani jumps up the ladder and looks down at you. 

“i’ll race you.” she smirks, walking across the platform to reach the next hurdle.

“you’re on!” you shout as you follow her lead. she purposely slows down to allow you to catch up. she dramatically fakes an injury and gives way for you to take first place. “come on, dani. it’s no fun if you let me win.”

she looks at you with that beautiful smirk again and shrugs. she goes back to her normal pace and you both fight for the first place spot. eventually, you reach the last obstacle and arrive at the top of a church. you look back at dani, smiling in a way that says “i won!”

you realise how beautiful the night sky looks from up here, as well as the lit buildings down in the city. it is such an amazing view… 

“well, you won,” dani states, coming up from behind you. she is now right beside you and you feel your body flush.

“what do i win? you tease, nudging her shoulder. she looks at you out of the corner of her eye with her signature shit-eating grin. you hate when she does this… when she elongates periods of silence by simply smiling, leaving much to your imagination. it feels like forever before she finally turns to face you, her face illuminated by the moonlight. she looks incredibly gorgeous in this moment.

“this.” she comments, placing your face in her hands. she takes a moment to admire your beauty, looking from your eyes to your lips. you do the same, admiring her bright green eyes and lips. is this really happening? is she teasing you? you have always had a tiny crush on the guerrilla, but always pushed it to the back of your mind. she was too busy for something like this, right? with the revolution, liberating zones, with –

dani cuts off your thoughts by pressing her soft lips onto yours. you let out a slight moan into the kiss and wrap your arms around her neck. she places her hands on your hips and pulse you closer to her, your bodies emanating warmth. her tongue finds its way into your mouth and wrestles with your own. you can taste the faint traces of cerveza as your tongues conduct their own little symphony. you finally break away from the kiss, gasping for air, as she does the same. you can’t help but place your gaze back on her lips.

“what was that for?” you hardly manage to get out. you feel your face on fire as she looks down at your kiss-bitten lips and back at your eyes.

“i’ve just,” she began, starting to feel the embarrassment of what she has just done. she never would have had the courage to do this sober. “you have no idea how long i have wanted to do that.” she rubs the back of her neck with her hand and looks down at her shoes. her face is now breaking out into a shade you’ve never seen before. it’s kind of adorable, you think to yourself.

you smile and place your hand on her chin, tilting her head to meet your gaze. “so have i.” you share. her mouth breaks back into a smile at your words. suddenly, you hear a familiar voice down below. fuck. you forgot about bicho.

“i kn-knew it,” he says in between hiccups. “fucki- fucking finally.” he finally spits out, looking up at you both. he raises a bottle of cerveza to you both once again. was your adoration for your fellow guerrilla really that obvious that bicho picked up on it?

dani turns her attention back to you and surprises you with another kiss. to your disappointment, the kiss is shorter than the last. “don’t worry, cariño. we will be doing that a lot more often.” and just like that, she’s making her way back down the guerrilla path and back to bicho. good call, you think. he needs to sober up.

you make your way back down the path and meet back up with them. bicho leads you both to a nearby dance floor and you dance the night away. who would’ve known that a few drinks was all it would take to bring you both together?

“just one more, porfa?” your girlfriend pleaded.

you sighed but obliged, placing a much-requested kiss directly on her lips. she smiled and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“jonrón, you’re going to do amazing.”

“yo sé. porque estás aquí,” she reminded you. “my good luck charm.”

you smiled and squeezed your girlfriend even tighter, wanting her to get the full effect of this boon she claimed you provided. you then placed another kiss upon her cheek for good measure. 

“okay, okay…” you giggled as she tried to pull you in again. “i have to go.”

you blew jonrón a kiss and ventured on to go and find your spot in the bleachers. you wanted the perfect seat close enough to see her but far enough back to see her plays. 

after you found the most adequate spot for your intentions, you sat down and scanned the stadium for the batting cage. from there, you saw your girlfriend swinging her bat and ensuring her stance was up to par. 

after a few moments, the bleachers around you started to fill up. they weren’t as big as they may have been in the united states, but for yaran professional softball, they were good enough. as usual, you spotted many signs with your girlfriend’s name and number on them, which brought you joy. it was always nice to see how beloved she was and how much of an impact she’s made. 

jonrón’s team was first to be on defense upon the start of the game, and she found her place between second and third base. she glanced around the field, then up to the bleachers, before finally spotting you. she waved to you and shot you the biggest smile, blowing a kiss to you afterward. you stood up to blow your girlfriend a kiss right back, to which she pretended to catch with her glove and place upon her heart. you always thought it was so adorable when she did that. 

you eagerly watched the game as it progressed, keeping your sights on your girlfriend. in the first few innings, she prevented anyone from safely making it to third base. you were so proud of her, and so were her fans. 

when it came to the top of the fifth inning, the coach switched it up and made jonrón pitch because she was becoming exhausted as the shortstop. you didn’t necessarily agree with the placement, but she was a damn good pitcher. you watched as she fought through exhaustion to get players out, which she was doing well at first. she managed to strike one player out in the fifth and sixth, which only seemed to fuel the crowd more. 

the top of the seventh inning rolled around, and jonrón looked dreadful. she gathered some dirt on her hands and rubbed some on her pants, composing herself a bit before getting into her pitching stance. she met your eyes, and you immediately blew her a kiss, hoping to wash away any anxiety that she may have felt in that moment. the score was tied 3-3, and you knew the stakes were high. 

jonrón readied herself and threw her pitch, which was deemed a ball. you heard as the crowd sighed, which lowered your mood, as you knew your girlfriend was trying her best. her next pitch was another ball, and then another. she took a moment to breathe before readying up again, this time having her ball make contact with the bat. the batter swung the ball, which went right over second base. the batter immediately dropped their bat to run to first and made it safely. 

when the next batter came up, jonrón did a bit better. she only threw one ball, and her second pitch that was hit by the batter was caught by the left fielder. the first batter managed to make it safely to second base. 

there were two more batters after that. the third batter was one that jonrón miraculously struck out, but the first batter made it to the third base. the fourth batter chose to bunt their ball, which almost caught jonrón off-guard. still, she managed to grab it and throw it to the catcher, causing the first batter to try and run back to third for safety. the catcher executed a fantastic play by throwing the ball to third base, who caught the ball before the runner returned to the base safely. those were the three outs that brought about the bottom of the seventh, with jonrón being placed near the end of the batting line.

with the game still tied and two strikes to the team with the bases loaded, it was jonrón’s turn to bat. the crowd stood on their feet to witness this play because if it were played right, jonrón and her team would walk away with the win. you knew your girlfriend was exhausted, but not once did you doubt her. she had one grand slam on her record, along with numerous rbis, so you knew she was capable. 

it started off a bit rough, with jonrón swinging to what would have been a ball and getting a strike by missing what she could have hit. you felt the urge to hold your breath. it was a stressful moment for you to witness, and you were getting nervous for your girlfriend. she looked at you at that moment, and you blew her another kiss, forming your hands into a heart and reminding her that she had this. you saw her take one last deep breath. the world felt frozen for a bit, and then it was time for jonrón to give it her last shot.

she confidently returned to her stance and was ready for whatever came her way. when the pitcher threw the ball, jonrón almost swung but stopped herself. it was called a ball. the next pitch went hurling towards jonrón, and you knew it was now or never. she swung her bat and watched as the ball flew over the bases. upon the cue, she dropped her bat and ran towards first, noticing the other players moving up a base. the players just kept moving, and you realised that her ball was out of the park. 

jonrón happily followed her teammates through the bases and safely made it to the home diamond, bumping the score up to 3-7. the crowd cheered for this victory, and you witnessed many adoring fans cheer for your softball player. you were proud of her and knew she’d be so proud of herself. not only did she get a home run, but she also got a grand slam, bringing home the victory for el este.

when the game wrapped up and the players concluded their meetings, jonrón rushed to find you. you were situated at the batting cage, ready to congratulate your girlfriend on her victory. when she entered the cage, you kissed her lips and pulled her in for the tightest hug.

“see,” she pulled away momentarily and smiled. “my good luck charm.”

✦ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

when duty does not call, dani’s aftercare includes reminding you how much she adores and appreciates you. lots of little kisses and praises like “you did so good”. she will also constantly ask if you’re okay while cleaning everything up. you can expect her to ignore every call that comes through during this time because all of her focus is on you. you feel like getting a bite to eat? of course. you want to cuddle for a bit? even better.

✦ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

you would both answer this the same: her thighs. she absolutely adores it when you’re seated atop them, whether it’s just as a seat or as a ride (it’s your favourite because of the latter). she also has no preference of where you face as each position brings its own benefits. when facing her, she can kiss all over your neck and face! when facing away, she is able to see her favourite body part of yours, your ass, move as you pick up speed. it allows her the chance to smack it however she pleases and to grip your hips harder to thrust up into you. she also enjoys massaging your breasts with one hand and pulling you back against her with the other.

✦ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

it doesn’t matter what brought you here, but after your release, dani is immediately there to scarf it down. she makes sure to get every last drop out of you, even if it means spending the rest of the day there (as if that’s a bad thing). sometimes you can’t help but feel a little shy about it, especially when she’s done fingering you and makes a show of licking it all off her fingers and your thighs.

✦ D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

dani yearns to fuck you right on el presidente’s desk in torre del león. something about sticking it to the man (or in her girlfriend) gives her a rush of adrenaline. being in a position like that would surely give her the surge of power and control that she desires.

✦ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

she has had a few flings here and there. she is not the most inexperienced person in the world, but also not the most experienced. one thing is for sure, and it’s that she knows how to read your body. she is a dedicated and thorough lover.

✦ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position where you both are close to each other, skin to skin. she loves the contact and intimacy that it brings. she especially loves taking you from behind, but bringing you up so that your back is fully against her chest. she loves to rub her hands all over your front as she pounds into you; a tactic she uses just because she likes to touch you and also because it keeps her stable with her exertion.

✦ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

sometimes she will be too focused on pleasuring you that she is so serious, but it’s not rare for her to be goofy either. even though she wouldn’t outright degrade you, she enjoys teasing you and chuckling at your reactions. *insert spongebob mocking meme* “woooow, i barely touched you and you’re already this we-” before you jokingly smack her. it’s also an ego boost when she can turn off your laughter instantly by having you moan out instead.

✦ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

dani could care less about personal hygiene. she is not very well groomed down there because she doesn’t really care much about it. on that note, she has no preferences for her partner either. you’re still a full-course meal either way.

✦ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

she can be very romantic during the deed. she is huge on cuddling and kissing while fucking. she wants to feel all of you against her, and vice versa. she always has to be touching all over you. she is certainly passionate in her lust.

✦ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

it’s rare for her to find the time and means to masturbate, but that doesn’t mean she won’t do it. especially if she’s away from you for an extended period of time, she’ll pleasure herself while imagining the two of you and your deeds.

✦ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

she enjoys power play and being the dominant figure in the bedroom. additionally, she loves to spank you, especially when she can watch your ass jiggle in time with her thrusts into you. considering her dirty secret, she doesn’t mind a little exhibitionism. anybody who would ever walk in would know that you’re dani’s and dani’s only.

✦ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

if you’re both horny and there’s a flat surface, horizontal or vertical, you’re doing it there. if she had to pick a favourite place, she would choose the workbench. it’s perfect because she can have you sit there and look pretty while she does her thing. she can eat you out in this position, she can finger you, and she can even pound into you as she’d like with her superior angling. she also likes the way that the workbench will slam against the wall (there may have been one or two times where you made an obvious marking to the workbench or wall itself). she can’t necessarily do that much against a wall, but she’ll still manage to use it to her advantage. after all, a good guerrilla masters their environment.

✦ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

dani has a dirty mind, okay. you could be fighting a soldado, grunt, and she’d be turned on. you could bend over to grab some scrap and she’d be turned on. it’s not hard to get her going at all. however, one of the biggest things you could do that would turn her on is to take charge. not necessarily in the bedroom, but by doing things like leading some bandidos on a mission. god, she thinks you’re so hot when you get into command mode. sure, she likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom, but seeing you like this just motivates her more.

✦ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no sharing. ever. she would also never dare to degrade or hurt you. even if it wouldn’t be in a bad manner, she still can’t bring herself to do it. she has lost so much and tries her best to remain kind, even in the bedroom. she is a big softie (let’s go with soft dom). <3

actually, that doesn’t include spanking. have i mentioned that she loves that?

✦ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

dani loves to give. one of her favourite things to do is eat you out. she loves how your nails dig into her skin as it only invigorates her more. of course, she does enjoy receiving too! but when it comes down to limited time, she does not mind taking up all of it to enjoy you like a buffet.

✦ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

dani is all about being quick and rough. she usually doesn’t have a lot of time to spare, so she wants to make it count. if she’s using the strap, she is doing quick and deep strokes. she’ll grip your hips as she draws the strap all the way out, only to slam it back into you over and over (rip to your insides).

✦ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

it seems like all dani does is run around and do errands. she hardly has time to spare in order to properly plow you. that said, she loves quickies. you are both almost always game, so any moment that she has to spare is dedicated to absolutely devouring you. her favourite? you pressed against a wall as she crouches down and eats you out.

✦ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

it depends on context. as mentioned before, she fantasises about taking you in one of the most guarded places in yara. that is not where her fantasies stop, but her ultimate goal is to keep you safe. thankfully, she is fully aware of the risks that come with taking you in fnd territory and will usually avoid it if she can. however, it’s not past her to pounce on you as soon as the vicinity is clear.

✦ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

thanks to being ex-military, and contributing to her being one of the best guerrillas, dani has high stamina. she could go on for as long as time permits if she were able. however, due to time constraints, dani is often dedicating her efforts to quality over quantity. she wants to make your limited time count before the next mission occurs.

✦ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oh, she definitely does. if nothing else, she has an emerald green strap that brings out her eyes. it’s quite a sight to behold when you watch dani sheath it inside of you. and when she notices you watching? her pace will quicken and her strokes will become even more unforgiving.

if you would like to read more about dani and her legendary strap, my friend @mrsdanirojas is the one who coined this toy hc. read her fic here (you will not regret it)! ♡

✦ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

as mentioned before, dani is known to tease. she knows the effect she has on your body and uses it against you (lovingly and jokingly of course, not at all derogatory). she will have you soaked and tease you for it. don’t worry. her teasing is always followed by an “apology”.

she’ll wait to hear a giggle from you before she buries her face in-between your legs and has you gasping from the sudden stimulation.

✦ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

dani is a grunter. we’ve heard how many times she has grunted in frustration! it’s incredibly hot, both in bed and on the field. she grunts as she pounds into you, as you deepen a kiss and move your hand down to her core, and/or while she’s enjoying the full-course meal that is you.

✦ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

i feel like dani is incredibly sensitive. you could touch her once and she will turn completely feral, wanting more. and she is easily turned on, so it’s not hard to get her going. any little touch and she’s ready to throw you onto the nearest surface and plow you into next week.

✦ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

✦ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

incredibly high. this poor woman gets sexually frustrated way too easily. i mentioned before how sensitive she is, which means she can usually cum from just giving pleasure. both your release and hers motivates her to keep going, and she most certainly does not stop at once. or twice.

✦ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

dani barely sleeps as it is. instead of being the type to sleep afterwards, she prefers to cuddle instead. she does not end your rendezvous there. one of her favourite things to do (and she hopes to build upon this after la revolución) is to set up a picnic under the stars. maybe she’ll take a little snooze after cuddling up with you and watching the night sky, but that’s contingent on you falling asleep first (preferably on her).

"you want a tight grip, but not too tight." camila’s hands wrap around yours. "if your knuckles are turning white, you're doing it wrong."

you sigh and let her adjust your hands. she made a good point, but you hesitated to loosen the grip. you honestly liked having her hands on you.

"now, from where you are, raise your arms above your head and lean them back," she assists you in lifting your arms, then places one hand on your hip to adjust your posture. "you don’t want to… hurt yourself."

after composing herself, she pulls one of your legs back slightly and brings your arms back a little more. you turn your head to look back at her and notice her flushed face as she looks down at where her hands are. she looks back up and meets your eyes, after which you shoot her a gentle smile and turn back to the target.

"before you throw the blade, you want to step forward." she lets go of you and allows you to do so. she returns to your side and adjusts your arm position once more. "now, step back, and repeat. this time, i want you to aim for that target." she points toward a spray-painted circle on a nearby tree.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath before opening them again. you move your arms back as she taught you, then step forward, hurling the knife. it hits the target perfectly, much to camila’s surprise.

"pinga," she smirks, admiring the accuracy. "and you’ve never done this before?"

you shrug and grin. "no. nunca."

camila nods and moves towards the tree, pulling her knife right out. she never let anyone touch it, so you felt very grateful to have that opportunity.

she approaches you and reaches the knife out. "again."

she steps back, and you repeat the process, hitting the target again. this time, she shakes her head.

"mentirosa." she judges. 

"maybe a little."

"mala, were you just trying to get close to me?" she jokes.

heat rushes to your cheeks. you can’t even speak before she steps closer to you. despite being within range to hand you back the knife, she steps closer, hovering her face over yours. she closes in as if attempting to kiss you, but pauses for a moment before your lips can touch and leans into your ear instead. 

"again."

“you look so pretty like that.” camila assured as she held your head in place. you were on your knees in front of her, one hand on her strap and the other between your legs.

“camila…” you trailed off. “it’s so big.”

“but you can take it, right baby?”

you gulped and stared at the baby blue strap in your hand. sure, she’s fucked you with it before, but never suggested that you suck her off. you tried to convince yourself that if your pussy could take it, your mouth could too.

you looked up at her one last time before leaning in and swirling your tongue around the tip of her silicone cock.

“pinga…” she gasped at the sight. camila admired how you gripped the strap and met her eyes occasionally as you inched it deeper into your mouth.

the hands cupping your face were now entangled in your hair. she twirled a few pieces while simultaneously enjoying the view in front of her. you moved the hand between your legs to grip her thigh as you tried to feed the strap deeper and deeper…

camila started to lose it. she was so enamoured with how amazing you looked below her. it drove her crazy. she needed more.

“fuck.” she gasped again. “touch yourself for me, sí?”

you nodded slightly as you moved your hand back down and between your legs. while sucking her off, you knew you were getting wet, but you never expected to be that wet. your breath hitched as soon as you touched your clit.

“that’s it,” she smirked. “such a good girl.”

praising—she knew exactly how to get to you. you started to rub circles around your clit while maintaining the gentle pace of pulling the cock out of your mouth, only to slowly take it back in.

that was the final straw. she could not take it anymore. she grabbed a fistful of your hair to hold you in place as she thrust forward. the tip of her strap hit the back of your throat, and she continued to move her hips back and forth.

you removed your hand from your cunt to grip her thighs again, sinking your nails into them. you tried your best to handle what camila was throwing at you, but it all happened quickly.

“breathe through your nose,” she muttered in between grunts. “and i didn’t say you could stop touching yourself.”

you met her gaze before closing your eyes, chest rising and falling as you did your best to breathe through your nose. you snaked your hand back to your clit and resumed the stimulation.

tears started to well up in your eyes as she continuously pumped her dick into your mouth. she made sure to get as deep as she could, every. single. time.

she took notice of those tears and moved a hand to cup your face again, wiping some tears away for you.

“you’re doing so good…” she insisted. “so good for me.”

fuck. that praising again. you felt yourself get wetter, and your hand moved faster below you.

after a few moments, camila’s pace quickened even more, and you tried your best to follow suit. you felt a very familiar sensation boiling in your stomach, which made you want to rub even faster.

camila was starting to get breathless and grunted even more. she was so in awe at how incredibly hot you looked.

“that’s it… so fucking good…”

her pace got slower and unsteady. her breaths became jagged. her face broke out into a sweat. she pulled out one last time before shoving herself back in, and you moaned against the strap at the wetness pooling between your legs. at the same time, camila let out one final grunt. she then grabbed your face to make you look up at her before slowly retracting the cock attached to her.

strings of saliva followed the strap and trickled down your chin. camila nearly came again at the sight. she helped to stand you back on your feet and clashed her lips against yours. you deepened the kiss by wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer. she still looked ravenous.

she pulled away, much to your disappointment. she took a moment to admire the beautiful sight in front of her, and you couldn’t help but break out into a blush and smile. she returned the smile and leaned in to gently kiss your forehead.

soft camila was temporary, and she soon had that glint in her eye again.

“go sit on that table.” she ordered. “i’m not done with you yet.”