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The hounds of hell 2

Written with @aurorawritestoescape

4k2 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Steve Murphy | ao3 Summary: when you get reminded of the night you spent with Steve and Javi, you can’t help but come for more Warnings: 18+ mdni. semi public sex, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m), threesome, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, degradation, piv, cum eating, creampies. No age specified

a/n: this is a contribution to the boyd-a-thon event for PCRF @toxicanonymity 🖤🐨

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For several days, you wondered what exactly had happened that night. You had fragments of memories, you knew they had fucked you, but without remembering all the details.

Part of you resented them for manipulating you, making you feel like you could trust them. Another part thought that you had been way too naive. And the last part made you touch yourself every single night, thinking of them.

A few weeks later, you finally went back to that bar, even if you didn’t know how you would react if you saw them. But they weren't there that night, nor the other ones. So you danced, drank, met people, other men. You had sex with some of them, but never got the thrill you’d felt that night, never had the thought that had struck you the next day -“it was the best fucking of my life.”

It was Saturday night and you were dancing, twirling, enjoying yourself in a crowd of people. Two hands rested on your hips, and you froze when you heard “hey, baby”, soft lips against your ear. You turned around, and faced Steve’s blue eyes, his self-confident smile, his blonde hair. It was slightly longer than the last time, messier.

“Don’t call me that, and fuck off.” The lack of memories of that night instantly made you act in a bitter and defensive way.

He pulled back and raised his hands, as if to say “ok, whatever you want.”

You contemplated leaving, but you convinced yourself that you didn’t have to. He could go if he wanted, but you’d stay. You bottomed a shot at the bar and then danced again. He seemed to have left. Later, you went into the bathroom, and as the door was closing, Steve slipped in and locked it.

“What the fuck?”

You barely had time to finish your sentence when he approached you, smiling. Not a mean or provocative smile. A smile that meant “I know you want it.” Fuck, did you want it? He already managed to make you doubt yourself.

His hands were on your hips and he tried to kiss you. You turned your head to the side, swerving him, and said “No, stop.” He looked at you and gave you that smile again. He had so much self confidence that it was indecent. He kissed your cheek, then moved down to your neck that he covered with soft, hot kisses, making your eyes roll back.

“Come on, baby, let me kiss you.”

He moved back up to your lips and just before kissing you, he looked deep in your eyes for a few seconds. You got lost in his gaze. When he pressed his lips to yours, you felt almost all your doubts disappear and you stopped pushing him away. His tongue was already brushing against your lips, as if he was asking for permission to slide it in. You didn't keep him waiting long. In a moment, your tongue was swirling against his. He moaned into your mouth, and you felt yourself gush. His hands shifted from your cheeks, to your breasts, then your hips. They brushed against your body, your dress, and you couldn't help but roll your hips towards him.

“Yeah…You want this cock, beautiful? Just like that night?”, he said, his forehead pressed against yours, so close that you could smell his minty breath.

“No…no, I don’t. Can’t even remember what you two had done to me.”

“You don’t remember?” he asked, staring at you with narrowed eyes. You shook your head.

“Lemme help you”, he smirked and slipped his hand between your thighs, pulled up your dress and caressed your folds through your panties.

“Damn…seems like your cunt ain’t forgot, baby…she’s already soaked.”

He kneeled and pulled down your panties, looking at your pussy for a few seconds before glancing up at you. You bit your lower lip, waiting for him to place his lips on you, there, in this dark bathroom. But he smiled and stood up, covered his thumb with your slick, and brought it to your clit. He rubbed it gently, while your eyes were locked, your breathing speeding up with every second. Keeping his thumb on your clit, he pushed two fingers in your pussy, making you moan. You rolled your hips towards his fingers, fucking yourself on them. You grabbed his shirt to hide your face, nuzzling his neck, being ashamed of breaking so easily for him.

“Fuck…I’m gonna…”

“Yeah, baby, I know. Come on my fingers, clench ‘em again. Even faster than in the car, fuck.”

He pressed his crotch against your hip, and you could feel his bulge. You knew he loved to show how hard he could be, how big his dick was. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, just before you came. He let you ride out your orgasm, his thumb resting on your clit, his fingers still buried inside you. Then he slowly removed them from your dripping cunt and licked them one by one, not taking his eyes off you and added “I remember everythin’, baby.”

Flashbacks started to come back to you. You saw yourself coming on their fingers, their tongues, their cocks.

Steve started backing up until he leaned against the opposite wall, less than four feet from you, and you watched him unzip his jeans and pull out his cock. He spat in his hand and started slowly jerking off in front of you.

“Show me your pussy, baby. Lemme see her.”

His words were a melody you didn't want to stop. You did like he asked, pulling up your dress for him. Your panties were still around your ankles. You bunched up the fabric in your fists, and held it around your hips. With your pussy offered to his view, his wrist began speeding up.

“Touch yourself a little. Yeah, just like that, shit…” Your clit was still throbbing under your fingers but you didn't want to stop. You wanted to see him cum. "Still sensitive baby? Yeah, bet ya are, came hard for me." You nodded, pushed a finger into your core and then brought it to your lips, tasting your wetness. He was jacking off his shaft fast now. “Shit. You’re so fuckin' hot. Ya like that little pussy juice? Yeah, I like it too…fuck…fuck…oh shiiiiit.”

His cum spurted out, some of it landing on the ground, and some of it onto his clenched fist. “Damn, you’re a naughty thing. And you ain't even drunk, baby…” he laughed, groaning, milking his cock to the very last drop. And he smirked, as his eyes sparkled.

He wiped his hand, moved closer to you, tucking his cock back in his pants, gave you a piece of paper and whispered in your ear, “Be at this address, tomorrow at 6pm. Javi and I will give it to ya good, if you’re ready for part 2.”

He wrapped his big hands around your neck in the most gentle way, and gave you a languid kiss which made your head spin. When he walked out of the bathroom, your pussy was clenching desperately, so you locked the door behind him, and got off a second time.

You had some doubts about coming to meet Steve and Javi but they were overshadowed by the need to be used by the men again.

Flashbacks of the night spent with them began driving you insane with lust. Especially after Steve’s skillful fingers coaxed a hardest climax out of you in the bar bathroom.

So the next day you went to Javi’s place. When Steve opened the door he immediately wrapped his arms around you and gently kissed your cheek.

“Here’s my baby,” he whispered in your ear, making your skin erupt in goosebumps. He led you to the living room where you found Javi sitting in an armchair. He nodded and gave you a little smile. Your clit twitched when his dark eyes glided up and down your body.

“Want a drink?” Steve asked, when you sat down on the couch. You agreed to have a beer and after getting it, he joined you. His hand was immediately on your naked thigh, lips tracing paths along your neck. Your core was buzzing with the anticipation of the night and you moaned when Steve’s hand slithered up to your heated center.

“Damn, Javi, our girl ain’t wearing any panties,” Steve said, not tearing his blown eyes from yours.

“Putita, (little slut),” you heard Javi mumble.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Your breath hitched when Steve’s thumb slipped between your folds and gently rubbed your hardening clit.

You moaned his name and his lips brushed yours as he began caressing your bud with feather light strokes. He was playing with you, winding up your arousal more and more until you were nothing but a trembling needy mess under his touch.

“Please…,” you whined and Javi chuckled.

“What do you need, baby?” Steve asked, his eyes finding yours while he was torturing you with his soft caress.

Javi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and said, “Our little slut needs what she came for, Steve. To get fucked. Right, Hermosa?” You looked into his eyes and nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Say it, beautiful,” Steve whispered, pulling his hand away from your pussy and making you whine with need.

You didn’t care that it felt humiliating. On the contrary the fact that they had such power over you was turning you on even more. You’d do anything to be used by them at that moment. So you cleared your throat and mumbled, “Please, fuck me.”

Javi smirked, adjusting his bulge, and Steve kissed your cheek before getting up, pulling you up on your feet and then lying down on the floor along the couch.

“C’mere, baby. Sit on my face,” he said, motioning for you to straddle him with his hands. You looked at Javi and he got up and stood behind you, his hands on your waist, “Don’t be shy, cariño, Steve’s gonna make you feel real good.” You felt his hands pulling up your dress until he slipped it off your body completely. Now you were absolutely naked in a room with two fully clothed men.

Steve moaned at the sight of you, “Fuck, c’mon, beautiful. Be a good girl and let me taste this sweet pussy.”

You bit your lip and kneeled down over Steve’s face. Javi sat on the couch and you saw him unzipping his jeans. You got mesmerized when he took his gorgeous cock out but suddenly Steve’s hands grabbed your hips and he pulled you down on his face. You felt his soft lips latch onto your throbbing pussy and whimpered when his tongue slid between your folds. He slowly licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and began sucking on the bud making you arch your back and flutter your eyes shut.

“Look at this little whore, Steve. There was no need to get her drunk that night. ‘m sure she’d have jumped at the chance to be fucked by us.”

Steve hummed against your heat and the vibrations sent a new wave of pleasure through your body.

“More, Steve, please,” you pleaded, clenching his blond hair with your fist and rolling your hips getting desperate for a release.

You looked down and saw his eyes glint with mischief. Steve gave you a wink, pushed your folds apart with his fingers and flattened his tongue against your blooming pussy. He rubbed your clit and then slid down to lap at your crying hole.

“She’s sweet, yeah?” Javi asked Steve, watching him devour your cunt while his big hand was slowly sliding up and down his weeping cock. You licked your lips throwing a glance at it and Javi noticed.

“I think putita wants to suck on something big and juicy. Don’t you, cariño?” He asked as he got up and stood next to Steve and you. His cock bobbed in front of your face. Javi took it in his hand at the base and you looked up at him. He was towering over you, your eyes hazy with the pleasure Steve was giving you. Javi cupped your cheek and you purred into his touch.

“Open up, putita,” he said gently as his fingers pinched your chin and pulled it down, opening your mouth.

His cock was soft and hot on your tongue and you began slowly pleasuring him. You gently sucked on the tip first and then took him deeper, until it reached the back of your throat.

“Oh, I love this mouth,” Javi breathed out, tilting his head back. But soon his eyes were cast down again and he watched you work his cock and Steve devour your glistening pussy.

The man between your legs was relentlessly licking at your cunt, slurping and groaning against your center. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the cock in your mouth and you kept pausing and just drooling around Javi’s stiff length.

“Fuck, Steve, what are you doing to her down there? She can’t suck my cock right, got too pleasure-dumb.”

Steve chuckled against your clit and you moaned loudly around Javi’s member.

“Am I eating you well, baby?” Steve asked parting from your pussy for a second and slightly biting your inner thigh. You glanced up at Javi, eyes glossy and blown.

“Oh, putita’s gone, Steve,” Javi laughed at your state and added, “I’ll have to do everything myself then.”

With that he took your head between his hands and started thrusting his hot cock into your mouth. He was gentle at first but the deeper he pushed his length into you, the rougher he was getting. Soon he was fucking your mouth in earnest, making you drool and gasp for air every chance he granted you, while Steve was bringing you close to the climax.

Javi dipped his cock into your throat as Steve swirled your clit with his tongue and you came undone, drowning Steve’s mouth with your slick and moaning loudly around Javi’s member.

“Oh, cariño, your mouth is heaven but I need to last,” Javi groaned, pulling you off his cock, “let’s get her to bed, Steve.”

“Lie down, and spread your legs for me,” you heard Steve command as soon as you stepped into the bedroom.

You got on the bed and spread them slightly, feeling shy.

“Spread them more. Show me that wet pussy.”

You spread your thighs further.

“I said more, baby.”

This time you used your fingers and parted your folds. You felt both uncomfortable with their predatory attitude and horny at the idea of what they were going to do to you next. They made no secret of their desire and hunger for you. You felt like you were leaking onto the sheets. Steve looked at you like at a piece of meat, his swollen cock in his hand, precum leaking.

“You see that, Javi?”

“Hard to miss it, she's dripping,” the man answered, stroking his cock lazily. “I love when they ruin my sheets. Come on, give her what she wants. Your cock. Right, Hermosa?”

You noded.

“Say it.”

“I…want your cock”, you said, looking at Steve only, that time.

He lay down between your legs, spread them with his knees, and slid his tip between your folds, one hand resting on your cheek.

“You’re gonna take this cock like a good girl?”

“Yeah…”

He thrust in slightly making you whimper, and your hands squeezed his biceps.

“Tell me how much you wanna get fucked.”

“I…I want you two to fuck me. Please”, you begged. “I can't stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah? Did you touch yourself, thinking about our cocks?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

“Putita”, Javi hissed through his teeth.

Steve kept thrusting in slowly, his hand holding your chin so you wouldn’t take your eyes off him while his thick cock was spreading your folds almost painfully, his other hand on your hip as leverage.

“Oh fuck…”

“Yeah, just like that. That’s a good girl.”

“I’m so fuckin’ hard. Blow me again, let’s use more of your holes.”

Javi slipped his tip in your mouth and you eagerly welcomed it. You didn't recognize yourself. You felt like only your senses were directing you, as you let Javi fuck your mouth, and Steve your cunt.

“Mierda, look at that slut. Can’t believe she came back for more.”

“Yeah, well…we fucked her good. And we’re doing it again. Look at you taking these cocks, baby…” Steve groaned, bottoming out. Your fingers dug into his flesh. Javi’s cock pushed into your throat just as Steve’s member was thrust in deep inside your core. You moaned softly, as much as Javi's cock would allow you to. Then he pulled back, leaving only the tip in your mouth.

“Lick the tip, Hermosa. I want you to taste me in your mouth, before I fill up your pussy.”

You kept sucking him, his precum flowing down your throat. “Damn, you’re a natural…one day, I’ll fill that throat too. But not today. Today we’re gonna fill your cunt and make you scream on our cocks.”

He was fucking your mouth again, slowly. You realized he was doing it at the same pace as Steve was fucking your pussy.

“Damn, I can see your dick in her throat, Javi.”

And Steve kissed your neck, there. Fuck, that was hot. They complemented it other well, like they had been fucking girls together for a long time. You wondered how many they had fucked before you. If they had fucked anyone else since that night.

“Fuck the side of her mouth Javi. Wanna see more.”

You looked up and saw Javi’s smirk as he did what Steve asked. Steve brushed his nose against your cheek, then placed his lips on it. Javi's cock created a bump that Steve was bound to feel under his lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you though and moaned.

Steve continued to slowly thrust in your pussy. He was brushing against your g spot with every stroke and you felt your orgasm building.

Javi pulled out his cock that was glistening with your saliva and sat in the chair next to the bed. “Two cocks slut”, he mumbled, thighs spread wide, his cock hard and weeping. He was watching Steve fuck you and a smirk didn't leave his face. He took his balls in his hand and squeezed them.

“She’s taking it good, damn,” Steve said.

“Yeah,” you whimpered.

“Oh…I ain’t talking about you, baby…I’m talking about her”, he replied, pulling away from you to point his chin at your pussy.

You cheeks started burning when you heard him.

“You’re gonna take our cum, Hermosa? You’re gonna let us fill you up?”

“Yeah, I want it.”

Steve turned your face towards him after gently grasping your chin between his fingers.

“You’re gonna look at me, baby, when you’re coming on my cock. Want to see your eyes roll back. Ok?"

You nodded. Your moans filled the room, barely drowned out by the sound of the bodies slapping against each other and your wetness around his cock.

“Fuck, I feel her pussy squeezing me…she’s gonna come. Come on, beautiful, yeah, just like that.”

Javi stood up and moved closer to the bed. “Can’t wait to stuff you too.”

Their words made you explode on Steve’s cock who grunted louder “oh fuck, fuck! She’s choking me so hard, man…I can’t…fuck” as he came deep inside your pussy, his eyes staring into yours.

You were feeling Steve’s cum fill you to the brim and spill out of your hole. You looked deep into his eyes and then glanced down at his mouth. In a second he kissed you, slowly and gently, his cock still twitching inside your overflowing pussy and you made out until you heard Javi’s velvety voice,

“My turn, lovebirds.”

Steve’s lips left yours and he gave you a warm smile before pulling out and getting off you. He sat in the chair and took the cigarette that Javi had left still burning in the ashtray.

Javi soon took his place between your thighs which made you feel like a fuck doll again. Not that you minded, you had come to be used by them and that’s what they were doing.

So you welcomed Javi’s stiff cock as soon as it nudged your stretched hole and almost pierced yourself on it. Javi moaned when his length slid inside your sloppy core easily, like a hot knife through butter.

“Damn, Steve, she’s full of you. So wet and warm.”

As soon as he made one thrust, you heard your pussy squelch with all the cum inside and you averted your eyes from Javi to Steve.

“Oh, are you embarrassed, nuestra putita? (Our little slut). No shame in being a cum dumpster for a good man. Or two good men,” he chuckled and Steve laughed.

Your cheeks were burning but his words made you clench hard on his cock which didn’t go unnoticed by Javi and he continued, “So you’re gonna take it-”, he thrust in hard and slowly retraced his cock,”-like a good girl,” he groaned with another rough stroke to your pussy.

Then with one hand on the back of your neck and the other gripping your hip he started pounding into you. His piercing eyes on you, he watched your face twist with pleasure.

“You’re gonna come again, hermosa,” he said without a shade of question in his tone.

He got up on his knees, not pulling out, and continued fucking you.

You glanced at Steve who was still smoking in the chair, his big cock in his veiny hand.

Javi’s tip hit your cervix and you whimpered.

“You know, baby,” Steve said after taking another drag, “fucking you is the best, but watching you getting railed is a very close second.”

Then he put out the cigarette and walked up to the bed. He smiled at you and then his gaze slid down your sweaty, heated body to the spot where Javi’s cock was plunging in and out of your crying pussy.

“Look at your creamy soaked cock, Javi,” Steve murmured and gave himself a few strokes. He was already hard again.

Javi just growled in response, probably concentrated on not blowing his load just yet.

Your gaze was darting between Javi’s pleasured face and Steve’s big hand wrapped around his member and you licked your lips when a drop of precum beaded on the tip.

“Already thirsty, beautiful?” Steve murmured, coming up to your head. “Lucky for you, I’m hard again.”

He put one knee on the bed bringing his cock closer to your face and you lifted yourself on your elbows to reach it with your mouth. You didn’t understand why you were so hungry for them both but the desire was leading you relentlessly. You wanted your every hole to be plugged by them, ruined by them and were ready to give them all of you.

So you took Steve in your mouth and looking up into his blue eyes let him fuck your throat. He was careful, more gentle than Javi and you reveled in ecstasy watching his stomach heave, eyes get darker because of you.

Soon Javi’s cock made your pussy contract around him and you started coming. Steve, almost sent over the edge by your whimpers, pulled you off and moved lower on the bed pointing his cock at your lower belly.

“Aahh,” he moaned and his cock began spurting his pearly cum over your body. The load landed on your belly, mound and puffy folds and Steve stroked his cock till the last drop was on you.

You brought your fingers there and they danced over his warm seed, spreading it over your skin, gently caressing your clit using it as lube.

The sight of you playing with Steve’s cum made Javi groan and he started erupting inside you adding his cum to Steve’s.

Steve plopped on the bed next to you looking satiated while Javi’s cock was still pulsating in your pussy.

“Our good girl,” Steve whispered in your ear and tilted your head to kiss you. You were still making out when Javi pulled out his cock.

“Clean me up, Hermosa.”

You nodded and he walked on his knees up the bed, until your head was between his thighs. You lifted up your torso and licked all the salty cum off his softening cock.

“Balls too, sweetheart,” Steve whispered and you followed the command, feeling your pussy tingle again.

When Javi’s cock and sack were clean you slumped down on the bed and Javi joined you two with a cigarette between his lips.

“Thank you, beautiful,” Steve said before kissing you.

“Eres inceíble,”(you’re amazing) Javi praised you before taking a drag. You smiled at him, spent and satisfied, and then turned to Steve.

“C’mere, baby,” he told you and pulled you into his big arms. You two soon fell asleep, your head on his shoulder, and when Javi finished his cigarette he cuddled up to you from behind. That was the first night you slept with them until the morning.

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justlulu · 8 days

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Objectification Headcanons - Joel Miller

Whenever Joel furrows his brow in silence, he's signaling he's free for your use. All you have to do is show him you're ready if you want to get railed. Highly recommend. | NSFW 18+

He has 5 primary modes you can activate: Classic, Feral, Dom, Sub, and Dark.

Classic mode

To activate classic mode, take his map. Or hell, just tell him you need some D. He'll instantly get hard.

If he looks put out by this, he's not. That's just how his face is.

Need him in your mouth? Tell him you're thirsty and almost out of water.

Want head? Offer him some jerky. He'll spread your knees.

Eats pussy like he's starving. Eats ass like it's 20 yr old chef Boyardee.

Will gladly fuck you standing or bent over while keeping as much clothing on as possible. He'll pull your underwear to the side.

Get on all fours if you prefer. Show him what you want.

☠️WARNING☠️: variety of depravity & darkness including violence

Feral mode

To activate, pull a gun on him then let him disarm you. If you want it really rough, get on your knees first.

He'll be so ravenous, you'd think he was infected.

Bends you over the nearest rubble, tears your pants down and fucks you with the hardest cock you've ever had.

Talks dirty, will narrate everything in the nastiest way possible.

Do not recommend getting head in this mode. His beard might break the skin. Don't let it get infected. If you have a dick, he might bite it.

Dom mode

To activate, stop dead in your tracks and drop your backpack

He'll demand you take off your clothes.

Get you totally nude while he keeps his own clothes on.

Will make you beg for his cock until you're nearly crying.

Then you have to beg to come. Edges you to death until you promise to be good.

May dump his load on your pile of clothes. He knows you have to put the same ones back on and he wants to know you're walking around in his filth.

May restrain you or spit in your mouth then fuck your face.

Sub mode

To activate, tug his backpack.

He'll sit down on the ground against the nearest surface.

You can leave him sitting up and ride him. if you need more room from the wall, tug his butt toward you and he'll scoot out enough.

You can face him and wrap yourself around him. He won't be able to resist putting his hands all over you.

You can face away from him and sit on him, kneel, or get like a frog, face down.

Ease his upper body back totally prone if you want to sit on his face.

Feel free to edge him into oblivion and make him beg and whimper.

Bottom mode: Put him in sub mode then suck his cock and finger his asshole. That's the only way he's letting you in the back door. You might have to eat his ass, too.

⚠️(Actual) Dark Mode - DO NOT RECOMMEND unless you want to be scared shitless

To activate, say something about Tess.

May pull a knife on you, make you bleed, choke you.

May click like a clicker while he's fucking you.

Will fuck you with a gun to the back of your head or make you suck his cock with a gun to your temple.

Might rail you in front of the skeletons while recounting the darkest things that have ever happened.

May bite and break the skin, knowing it's traumatic.

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justlulu · 13 days

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boyd-a-thon masterlist

more fics to come

gif on the right by @xladymorganx. in this ongoing event, i donate $10/fic to pcrf for boyd character smut. anyone can participate if you tag me and @lustaffairs and #boyd-a-thon. 500-3k words. about (and progress). new: PROMPTS

Steve Murphy (Narcos)

Murphy in Medellín by @quaritchscupquake

Mutual by @noxturnalpascal

The first time by @noxturnalpascal

File room boss by @lustaffairs

Let's get in the back of your car, officer by @scuddisher

Good girl by @darkuselesssomebody

Steve Murphy ft. Javi P.

Crossing Lines by @lunitawrites

Lie Still by @milla-frenchy

Empty Spaces by @milla-frenchy

Esta noche te voy a follar by @romanarose

Swinging by @clawdee (w/ Connie)

Hounds of Hell by @aurorawritestoescape and @milla-frenchy

Glory O by @milla-frenchy

Billy (Skeleton twins)

Sunset by @aurorawritestoescape

Mo Lundy (The Free World)

The free world by @milla-frenchy

Clement Mansell (Justified City Primeval)

Steady as she goes by @toxicanonymity

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justlulu · 3 months

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Your Luca fic makes me feel like fainting. 💀

In a good way I hope..🩷

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RAIDER / DARK JOEL MILLER

RECOMMENDATION LIST

No fluff here! All dark Joel who takes what he wants. Raider, murder daddy, all the darkness. Consider all selections explicit to 🪦🕊️. 18+! Read author warnings! I’m serious. Female or gn readers

ADDING MORE AS I GO ✶ MAIN MASTER LIST

SERIES

RAIDER JOEL @toxicanonymity

Raider Joel + Sweet Pea plethora of stories, scenarios, world building.

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @romana-after-dark

THE WRONG WAY Raider Joel, Completed series. Joel is the leader of raiders and takes the reader for himself as back and future payment for their protection. This is very, very dark and broken Joel and a reader who knows nothing better in her life. Stockholm syndrome only deepens after finding out she’s pregnant. Tommy is a good guy and many complicated and interesting relationships. Bonus Oscar Isaac character! And sequel GHOST OF YOU

KEEP CRY’N Joel finds a new toy and gets off while you cry

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @kewwrites

BULLET FOR YOU, DARLIN’ Dark raider Joel takes the reader for his own personal pleasure, takes place years into the outbreak, …

SUNSHINE Slow burn to darkness, begins pre-outbreak. Woman and her young son move into the house across from Joel and Sarah. They all hit it off from day one… until dark Joel doesn’t want to let Sunshine go…

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PAY THE PRICE FOR YOUR PARADISE @ozarkthedog

Reader breaks down in the middle of outbreak nowhere and Joel and Tommy stop with their truck and pick her up…

@patti7dc

THE HUNTED and THE CHASE

Multi part series. Non outbreak, Serial killer Joel in a cabin in the woods hears a woman humming, collecting berries outside. He thinks she’s his next victim…

NO ONE BUT ME @koshkamartell

Dark Joel feels the reader belongs to him and doesn’t take no for an answer. But he won’t make it an official relationship. Reader has given up on sneaking around with Joel without commitment and ends things. She starts a new job at the Jackson library along side another man…

ALL I DID WAS WHAT I HAD TO @corazondebeskar-reads

Raided Joel saves you from an abusive husband only to become his pet. And he doesn’t share

SMACK MY BITCH UP @milla-frenchy

You’re captured by raiders and given two options… either will make you free use for the men of the community. Starting with the boss Joel

SMOTHER @beardedjoel

Cold, starved, alone, directionless after you’ve run from your community being overrun by raiders. You come upon an solitary inhabited cabin with a man chopping wood outside. You take a chance at possible kindness and a badly needed meal. Joel brings you in and in his mind you need him to take care of you…

THE MENU @tightjeansjavi

QZ Joel who smuggles and sells, you who are bratty and in need of a fix to cope with this life. He wants you and over time you show up at his door wanting to be fucked…

SINGLE STORIES

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @katiexpunk

LITTLE MOUSE Reader is stood up at a seedy bar and aggressively approached by a seedy creep. Murder Daddy / Biker Joel saves the reader then takes her on his bike…

NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS You’re an escort, strictly public date and no sex. Tonight’s date does not go as planned…

ULTRAVIOLENCE @devilmademewriteit

Raider Joel saves a woman from being raped, only to take her for his own.

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @ozarkthedog

SHADOWS Walking home in the cold darkness through Jackson when Dark Joel comes along…

ENSNARE Jackson Joel who needs an outlet for his darker side- CNC with reader

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @corazondebeskar-reads

THE DEVIL YOU DON’T KNOW (OR HOWEVER IT GOES) Raider Joel catches you on his land. Abduction/suspension

THIS WORLD IS NOT MADE FOR YOU Raider Joel takes you out of the house, but when you’re out of sight you’re attacked and he kills 4 men. You’re taught a lesson

THE ART OF BREAKING Non-outbreak Joel brings you to his desires (and yours) to make you his perfect little pet.

JOEL FUCKING MILLER on AO3 @pedroshotwifey

Dark and angsty Joel + a hard working reader in the QZ… both loners, 🔥 first encounter

COMMON TONGUE OF YOUR LOVING ME @tightjeansjavi

Raider Joel finds you in his territory. You’re alone. He offers you two choices- become his pet or be thrown to his men…

IN DARKNESS AND IN SECRECY @divinehedons

You escape the QZ only to be caught by Joel

FREE USE @softpascalito

CNC with Joel

HATE @notjustjavierpena

Joel uses you as he likes. Plenty of degradation. When you ask him to pull out he doesn’t.

PET @nala2811

Your group is massacred and you’re put in a cage at a raiders market to be sold. Joel buys you and takes you back to his compound to share with Tommy

HURT AND PROTECT @lokischocolatefountain

Joel will beat anyone with his bare hands that insults you, but will take you any way he likes even in the middle of the QZ 🌶️🔥

KEEP ON YOUR MEAN SIDE @milla-frenchy

Alone and hunting for mushrooms in the woods you’re grabbed from behind by a man who puts a gun to your head, told to do whatever he wants…

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @joelscruff

TO FREEZE OR TO THAW Joel takes you into his group and then takes you as his

A KINDNESS YOU CANT AFFORD part 2, Tommy helps you dress, you cockwarm Joel while he gives his group of raiders directions

YOU’RE MINE, LITTLE DOVE @mountainsandmayhem

You take a walk in the park at night to be alone, looking up at the stars in the dark when you’re grabbed, tied, gagged and thrown into a truck… twist ending

TRAINING DAY @koshkamartell

You’re home from a long day at work to find Joel and his friends over watching a game, ruining the plans you had made that morning to spend the evening together. Angry, you decide to flirt with the men and Joel is furious, you see a side of him and Tommy you’ve never known before

GODLESS @javier-penas-wifexx420

You’re a whore at a brothel in the west. A little town who paid dues to Joel and his men- ruthless when they came into town. On this visit Joel buys you from your pimp…

Raider Joel and his pet coded listening pleasure:

🔪🩸I’m always looking for more to add (this is just the beginning!) so check back and if you have suggestions/recs I’m glad to take a look!

Rec count: 35

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✨ = indicates smut | ‼️= indicates dark content | 💔= indicates angst | 🌸= indicates fluff

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series

-> in my hometown (COMPLETE) ✨💔🌸

series summary: [PRE-OUTBREAK] you've had a crush on joel miller for as long as you can remember. there are just a couple of problems with that: one, he's ten years your senior and your dad's best friend. two, you're moving to LA in the morning.

-> your summer dream (ONGOING) ✨💔🌸

series summary: [NO OUTBREAK] fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit in joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days at a tropical resort with you and your parents.

-> good to me (COMPLETE) ✨

series summary: [NO OUTBREAK] a three-part series chronicling the smutty adventures of reader and gynecologist!joel miller.

one shots

-> look at this godforsaken mess that you made me 💔

joel is a sad guilt-ridden sadboy (and also your touch-starved drug dealer). joel and reader are sad and get high together, that’s it.

-> what i need ✨

reader has a bad day, joel gives you what you need aka the one with joel miller knifeplay.

-> here in your doorway 💔🌸

your fiancé tommy breaks off your engagement. you seek comfort in the arms of your best friend, who just happens to be his older brother, joel.

-> say it with your hands | part two: put your lips close to mine ✨🌸

ellie convinces joel to see the town masseuse. it goes mostly okay.

-> stay here, honey ✨

porn no plot. you sit on dbf!joel’s lap at a party, it’s a whole thing. (daddy!joel)

-> creep it real! ✨

a masked angel. a rugged cowboy. you're the answer to joel's prayers...until he realizes who you are.

-> snowflakes, a fireplace, and you ✨💔🌸

you get more than you bargained for when you end up snowed in at miller's inn on christmas eve.

requests

-> in her defense 💔🌸

an unexpected attack. a protective instinct. a heartfelt exchange. (aka when a stranger tries it with ellie, reader steps in and joel is a guilt-ridden sadboy about it.)

-> rare ✨

request: If you're still accepting fic requests, could i request a smut fic with joel using the hitachi wand on the reader? i doubt theyd be able to find one in the apocalypse but for sexy purposes, it'll work!!

-> taking mine ✨

request: Can I request possessive, jealous Joel + comeplay 😳

-> yes, sir ✨

request: Omg this may just be the southern girl in me but reader calling Joel “sir”. Just had to share this thought with someone.

-> mad love ✨‼️

request: Could I request reader getting turned on after Joel goes feral on some guy who tried to touch her and eventually fucking feral!joel

-> skinny dipping with joel ✨

request: Shy/innocent reader skinny dipping with extra horny Joel and he uses the opportunity to make some moves 😄😄

-> joel miller cumplay thoughts ✨

request: IM CONVINCED JOEL LOVES TO CUM INSIDE YOU AND THEN GET FILTHY AND EAT YOU OUT ok thank you for coming to my ted talk

-> style ✨

request: Can we get some glove kink up in here?👀 maybe he shows you a nice pair of leather gloves he found and puts them on and this awakens something in you. I mean the smell of leather, his thick fingers even thicker in them, the way they glisten when he touches you…

-> this is our place 🌸

request: the main idea is basically domesticity/intimacy and i had javier peña in mind but to be honest, it can work with joel as well. either way, it would be about soft mornings, waking up together. maybe reader helps javier/joel to shave, they get dressed together and have breakfast. it’s normal and it’s soft and there are a lot of giggles and kisses and love and everything that there isn’t in either shows

-> focus on me ✨

request: i just really need to read joel spitting in f!reader’s mouth during sex… like, i rlly can’t stop thinking about it. just food for thought! *flees*

-> holding back ✨

request: i've been thinking of smut written from joel's pov?? like it could still be reader ig, but we're in his head, and he's experiencing it?? what would that be like 😳

-> anomaly (sequel to rare) ✨

request: i was wondering if youd see it possible for reader to convince joel into using [the hitachi wand] on him? i dont know if it makes sense to u in their dynamic but if so, would u be willing to write something on it? id honestly die for needy joel.

-> flesh and metal ✨

request: Hello! If you’re taking requests currently (if not I apologize), but I have one that’s eating away at my brain. Joel and a reader with nipple piercings.

-> lie to me (non/dubcon)✨‼️

ao3 only: Joel corrupts an innocent shut-in and makes her his personal cock warmer.

non x reader

never let me down again (joel & ellie) 💔

folklore anthology entries

-> this is me trying (joel & ellie) 💔🌸

jackson. a flashback on a film reel sparks a memory. joel tells ellie how it feels.

-> peace 💔🌸

jackson era, post-tlou. you and joel discuss what it means to die.

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I’m trying to write down a piece featuring reader and an olderJavier but he looks so much like Joel for obvious reasons that I’m confusing the two so now I’m probably gonna turn it into a threesome?

#joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller x you #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #javier pena #narcos smut #narcos #tlou #pedro pascal smut

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justlulu · 5 months

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We need more Carrillo material, this is amazing!!

Celeste

Day 12: Stripping (Colonel Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)

CW: A minor mention of drug use; Smut-ish but nothing explicit; stripping; talk of a naked body; imagined sex; 18+ only to be safe.

Word Count: 1377

AN: This was requested by the lovely @justreblogginfics

Colonel Carrillo sits deep in the shadows of the club, hidden away. Most men cluster up close to the stage for the best view, but he doesn’t want to be noticed. He’s tucked away out of sight, out of his usual uniform, blending in with the other men there to ogle beautiful women.

The club is a frequent hangout for many of Escobar’s men, low-level narcos who nonetheless have important intel that they often blab to their dancer girlfriends. Those dancer girlfriends then blab backstage, snicker and laugh as they touch up their hair and makeup, as they do bumps of coke to keep their energy up for a long night of dancing.

And you’re there too, a willing ear to listen for that intel that you pass onto your fellow agents. You have arranged drops that Murphy picks up, and Carrillo combs through them carefully each time. He waits until he’s alone in his office at night, and then he traces over your neat printing, the simple code that you and Javier devised before you went undercover.

Carrillo pictures you in your UC apartment, shabby and small. He pictures you bent over the slips of paper as you pick at a late dinner, pictures you rubbing the calf of one leg with your other foot, that absent-minded habit you have that he noticed immediately when you sat outside of his office. He pictures you sighing, tired, missing home, missing even your DEA-issued apartment in the expat block of buildings. He pictures you missing your real name, your real job.

Carrillo hasn’t laid eyes on you in months. He can edge up to the truth but can’t quite admit it to himself, and you may miss your life, but he misses you.

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Your UC work has layers. You’re you, normally, but undercover, you’re Elena Aguilar, a Mexican-American ex-pat with shadowy provenance. Your cover is that you possibly maybe probably had legal troubles in the States and fled to Medellin to avoid arrest. It’s an easy way to explain away your American-born Spanish, and it gives you an extra layer of cover: you don’t answer personal questions because Elena Aguilar is wanted by authorities in the States.

But Elena Aguilar becomes Celeste on the stage, and when Carrillo finally sees you again after so many months, he almost doesn’t recognize you. Even clothed for a gentlemen’s club, you’re more exposed than he’s ever seen you before. You’re in a short, pleated skirt that barely covers your ass, and it flounces as you take the stage, platform heels that add entire inches to your height. You’re dressed up like a Catholic school girl—a tight, low-cut white blouse, a loosely-knotted tie, and a pair of loose braids—and Carrillo hates the hot beat of desire that pulses through him when he sees you.

The music is loud; Carrillo’s heartbeat seems to sync up to the bassline, and he catches himself holding his breath as he watches. Dios, but why did he never consider how good of a dancer you are? You had made a joke once to Murphy before you went UC, said something about all those ballet lessons in childhood finally paying off, but maybe there’s some truth to it.

Watching you, there’s a sensuous, natural movement to your body that Carrillo never would have guessed at. Some of the other dancers before you were blatant with their sexuality, sharp snaps of the hips, pushing their bared breasts into the faces of the patrons crowded against the stage, but you seduce the crowd, and by extension, you seduce him.

You work to the beat, but you don’t rush it. You unbutton your tight blouse to reveal a flimsy see-through bra that pushes your breasts up. You lean against the pole, slide down along it, arch your back like a cat, which makes your breasts push up even further. You stand again, turn away, push the tiny skirt over your hips and ass. When you bend over to push it down the rest of the way—you’re in a tiny thong—Carrillo inhales a harsh breath, and his throat feels too tight.

Maybe the song you dance to is long. Maybe time slows down. Carrillo knows you must be blinded by the colored lights dancing over you as you strip, and he knows he’s invisible in the shadows, but sometimes it feels like your eyes meet his. Sometimes everyone else in the club—the hooting, leering men waving Colombian pesos and American dollars (he even swears he sees a Panamanian balboa at one point)—falls away, and it’s like you’re dancing just for him.

Carrillo went to Catholic school. The man has few sexual predilections that veer into kink territory, but something about the Catholic school girl uniform makes him feel a certain way, reminds him of coming of age around other boys in slacks and button down shirts, around girls in knee socks and pleated skirts. And you, as Elena Aguilar, as Celeste, has chosen his one, lone kink as your on-stage costume.

He only wanted to lay eyes on you, but here he is, reduced to a panting idiot, hard just from watching you, his erection straining until he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He’s a moment away from rushing the stage and wrapping his coat around you, carrying you home and fucking you senseless. You, though: not Celeste or Elena.

It doesn’t get easier for him as you finish your set. You’re naturally athletic, graceful, and when you wrap around the pole, Carrillo can imagine it translating. He can picture your legs wrapped around him. He can picture your back arching underneath him, your arms above your head, your eyes heavy-lidded as he makes you come. And when you shed your bra, Carrillo actually groans: your breasts are perfect, your nipples pert and pebbled, and he can imagine putting his mouth on them, kissing you there, your hand against the back of head as he sucks against those perfect nipples, the sounds he could pull from you—

The songs ends. It breaks the spell; the crowd claps and hollers, crude propositions in Spanish, a flurry of paper money that you bend down to gather up along with your clothing. You do a cute little curtsy, flash the crowd a winning smile, and then you’re gone.

He wants to stay only long enough to calm. He can’t careen out onto the streets of Medellin with an erection, so he sits in the shadows and watches the next dancer. She doesn’t elicit the same response, thankfully—only you seem to have that power—so his blood cools by degrees and he deflates and his heartrate slows.

But when he starts to plan his exit, a waitress brings him a fresh drink. He hadn’t ordered it, and when he tries to wave it away, she insists.

“On the house,” she says, and she sets down a clean cocktail napkin and sets the glass down on top of it.

His first thought is that he’s been made. A narco in the club has recognized him and is sending him this drink. As a message? Poisoned, perhaps? He runs his thumb over the rim of the glass and jostles it so the ice clinks. He looks around but doesn’t see anyone obviously watching him.

Then he sees it: slowly bleeding as the condensation of the glass wets the napkin, but he snatches the glass away before it becomes illegible. A message on the cocktail napkin, and he recognizes the neat handwriting immediately.

You must have seen him come in. Carrillo knows little about strip clubs, but it would make sense that there be cameras posted everywhere, and it would make sense that the dancers would watch them. How else might they target the men who might give them the most money? How else might they identify problem men? Maybe you watched him enter the club, watched him be seated, and maybe those moments where he felt like he was locking eyes with you were real after all.

But the message, half-blurred by his drink. Carrillo reads it on the sly, pretends to sip his drink and toy with the napkin like he’s bored.

H - I want to come home.

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justlulu · 5 months

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This is so good I got sick to my stomach

not right/not enough

Seeing ghosts is so much fucking work.

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The roll and dip of the hallway is a warning, isn’t it. Javi presses against the wall while he fumbles with his keys, leaning his whole weight against it like he would if he was this terribly drunk, but not so terribly alone.

In other words, he knows he shouldn’t do this, but as he stands there swaying in the open doorway, looking at the empty apartment, he knows he’ll try to make it happen anyway. He takes a breath.

Carrillo at the table. Leaning back in his chair, dust-colored polo, cigarette. “Are you okay?”

No. No, wrong, all wrong.

Javi throws the keys at the table, missing it by a foot, and leans over, hands on knees. He might be breathing hard because of the stairs. After his breathing steadies, he tries again.

“I could do with a drink,” he says.

Exhale of smoke. “Help yourself.”

That’s better. Javi does. He even manages to lock the door behind him first, and to not spill much whiskey when he sits down hard in the one chair.

“I stole from you today,” he says to the glass in his hand. “Twice.”

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The Raid.

2.7k, dark!Javier Peña x f!reader

There's now a HOT GIF by @iamasaddie

His face is tense, but his voice is deep and soothing. "We're gonna make a deal, aren't we?" He nods for you. He wets his lips and looks you over. You nod back, just barely. Your gaze falls down his tac vest to his tight jeans and a bulge you didn’t see before. Peña follows your eyes, looks down at himself, then sighs. "Ay, pobrecita" (poor little girl), he whispers insincerely, putting on a frown. He uses his gun to nudge your chin up and bring your eyes back to his.

WARNINGS: I8+, canon-typical violence, drug abuse, dubcon blow job (power dynamic / drugs), jacking off, fingering, cumplay, manhandling, handcuffs, gunplay, degradation, kidnapping, ACAB as usual. It's not perfect, fuck it we ball. A/N: Yes, it's raider Javi. . . inspired by the original raider Joel fic. Tysm for your love.

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You're lying on the sofa in your boyfriend Jack's slum house while he and a buddy count stacks of cash on the kitchen table and bitch about their street dealers. It’s a typical night. One friend is still playing grand theft auto on the floor. Every surface is littered with bottles, takeout boxes, crumpled up foil, and baggies. You're laid out on the sagging sofa, scrolling your phone, about to drift off.

There's a loud rap at the door. "DEA." Your heart jumps to your throat and you jolt upright.

"FUCK," Jack yells and grabs his gun off the table. "Go to the bedroom, you'll be fine," he tells you as he heads to the kitchen and out the back. You sit there in disbelief that he's leaving you. The DEA doesn't knock again before busting down the door. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS."

Several agents swarm the house, wearing bullet-proof vests, crouching as they prowl around, pointing their guns.

Two men approach you while a few more agents mill around the house.

"Don't let anyone leave," says a mustached man on his way through the house.

"Got it, Peña," confirms one of the men standing in front of you. Peña nods, glances at you, then sees Jack running away and rushes out after him.

Both of the men in front of you are big. One taller, one more muscular. They look at you like you're a piece of meat. They guard you for a few minutes, keeping their guns trained on you. They talk about you like you're not there.

"Pretty girl,” the tall one says.

The other man takes a step back, craning to see out the window before answering, "we got time, Ed." Ed, the taller one, puts his gun in his vest and unbuckles his belt. Meanwhile, you bolt off the sofa and try to dodge the other man on your way to the door. A third agent catches you and shoves you back to the original two, asking "Lose something'?" He sticks around.

Ed, with his pants still unbuckled, slaps you across the face with the back of his hand. It stings, but you laugh at him as if it doesn’t hurt.

With that, the newest man steps forward and raises his gun to your head. You flinch and your courage drains away. "Clothes off, he demands." You look to the door for help, but no one's coming. Yet another agent is making his way over. Your'e shaking as you strip down to your underwear with four men now facing you.

Ed lewdly grabs his crotch. "Woulda been a whole lot happier with this." Then he brings his gun to your face and prods your cheek. "But let's see what this pretty mouth can do."

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A few minutes later, you’re relieved to hear voices and footsteps outside. Peña skids through the door, panting. He removes a pair of aviators as he takes in the scene. Under his green bullet proof vest, his tan shirt is darkened with sweat. His brow furrows at you in your underwear with the barrel of a gun in your mouth.

"Dejenla, pendejos," (leave her alone, assholes) Your heart flutters with appreciation as they slowly back away.

"She tried to run," one says. Peña points his gun at them, arms straining his sleeves. The men back away obediently. "Outside. All of you," he tells them calmly but sternly. They disperse, slowly and sheepishly. "NOW," he booms. They leave the door cracked. “Cerrado” (Closed), Peña snaps, and they shut the door.

When the door closes, it’s just you and Peña. You reach for your shirt on the sofa to put it back on, but he points his gun at you. "No. Don't fucking move." He’s still catching his breath. He walks backwards, keeping his gun fixed on you as he makes his way to the front door. He reaches behind himself and locks the deadbolt, then holds the gun with both hands again.

"You wanna go to jail?" He asks and you shake your head no. He approaches you in no hurry, still aiming the gun at you."Cause that's what's s'posed to happen."

You look into his big, brown eyes, trying to connect with something.

"Here’s what happens," he starts, his breath still somewhat labored. "I take what’s mine and the DEA’s. . .”

You nod.

“and when I let them back in, they take what they want.” He gestures to the drugs and money on the table, then wipes his brow. "So. . ." He takes a moment to breathe, then raises his eyebrows. "you want them to take what they want," he gestures his gun down your body. "Or want me to take you in?" He wets his lips and his eyes fall to your bra for a moment.

"Neither,” you plead.

He sighs and finally lowers his gun. He uses his left sleeve to wipe his brow but the sleeve is almost too short. His hairline is matted with perspiration. He bends forward and braces his hands on his thighs to look at you, right hand holding the gun against his jeans.

"Here's what we're gonna do. . ." His face is tense, but his voice is low and soothing. "We're gonna make a deal, aren't we?" He nods. He wets his lips and looks you over. You nod back, just barely. Your gaze falls down his tac vest to his tight jeans and a bulge you didn’t notice before.

Peña follows your eyes, looks down at his pants, then sighs.

"Ay, pobrecita" (poor little girl), he whispers insincerely, putting on a frown.

He uses his gun to nudge your chin up and bring your eyes back to his.

"Be a good girl for me," he says. "And we'll see what I can do."

You nod.

“You can call me Javi,” he offers, and you tell him your name. Your wallet is right there anyway.

"Can I put this away?" He asks, holding up his gun. You nod. "Nowhere to run," he warns you as he slips the gun into his vest. He adjusts himself then braces both hands on his thighs again and hardens his face. "Try something, and I'll let them back in for an hour, then cuff you myself. ¿Comprende?"

You nod again.

"Dime que comprendes" (tell me you understand).

"Yes," you confirm. "Entiendo." (I understand).

"Que bueno, pobrecita" (Good). He lets his eyes fall down your body hungrily. "How should we make this deal official?"

You reach for his pants. He puts his hands out of the way and rests them loosely on his hips. His pelvis pushes forward as you palm the warm, ample bulge in his tight jeans. The front of his shirt has come slightly untucked from his foot pursuit, exposing a sliver of tummy that expands with his breathing as his cock hardens under your palm. You catch a waft of his sweat and it sends a pang between your legs. You give him a slow, sensual rub with pressure.

“Mm, good girl.”

His massive hand comes to your face. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. You pause your hand then continue rubbing him and you feel yourself getting wetter. Then he squeezes your mouth open and looks at your teeth. His face is inches from yours and he reeks of tobacco. "Not bad. . . at least you stay away from the pipe,” he raises an eyebrow. He looks at the side table of the sofa, littered with empty prescription bottles. "How long have you been using?"

You don't answer. You slowly rub him and let your mind escape to a world where this is just a nice dick hardening warmly under your palm.

"When's the last time you were clean more than a week?"

Unsure what he wants to hear, you say, "Maybe a year."

"And how long have you been with that jackass?"

"I'm not." You're not. Not anymore. Not after this.

"Mm-hm," Peña nods judgmentally and you feel a wave of shame when you see things through his eyes - a trap house and a loser boyfriend. "How does he fuck you?"

You don't answer.

"Does he make you cum?" His hips push forward and the outline of his tip presses against your palm.

“What do you want,” you snap defensively and his dick twitches under your hand.

“You need to figure that out,” he says flatly. You meet his eyes and see desire. In different circumstances–like if he wasn't such an asshole–you'd hop on this man's dick in a flash, so you try to pretend he’s just a guy.

You reach for his belt buckle. His lips pout and his eyebrows go up with a tilt of his head. “Not a bad idea.” You unbuckle his belt, then unbutton and unzip his jeans. He’s not wearing underwear. His dark hair is trimmed close, almost shaven. His cock is thick, tan, and gorgeous. You work to free him from his restrictive pants, and it’s quite a package you’re looking at.

His dick bobs heavily right in front of you, almost grazing your nose. You take it in your hand, thumb resting on its crown. You gently squeeze and admire it and it’s not long until he’s fully hard. Then you glance up at him and he’s looking at your mouth. You hover your lips near the tip and glance up at him again. He gives a go-ahead nod. You suck the tip into your mouth. Your tongue flattens under his shaft, then curls around the smooth, veiny skin. Holding his dick in your mouth, you tug his pants down lower and take out his balls before returning a hand to his cock. His balls are on the bigger side of average, symmetrical and only a little fuzzy.

“Ohh, pobrecita.” His voice is soft and dark, like Duvalin (nutella).

Desire stirs between your legs. He sucks in air through his teeth as you suck more of him into your mouth, and his tip nudges the back of your throat. You cup his balls in your free hand and he lets out a low, quiet moan.

“Tan suave, tan mojado. . .Tu boquita inmunda” (So soft, so wet, your unclean little mouth).

You give his balls a light squeeze and his hands go to the back of your head, one following the other. He pulls your head down on his cock.

"You're a good little slut," He pants and thrusts his hips, his length sliding down the back of your throat– you try not to gag. "Just need somethin' in this mouth to keep you outta trouble." Tears sting your eyes from the gag reflex. "Look at me, pobrecita."

It's not easy but you try to look up. You watch him study your face for a few seconds as he fucks it. Then you can't suppress it anymore. You gag and pull your head away, afraid you might actually retch. His grip relaxes, but one hand stays on the crown of your head. He takes his cock in his hand. He kneels down on the floor and with his free hand, begins to take your panties down. You're suddenly very aware of how wet and throbbing you are from having his dick in your mouth. He's soon aware, too, but he doesn't make a move to get on the sofa with you. He strokes himself with your saliva. "Open your legs."

You obediently spread them but not far enough. He grabs breast and shoves your upper body back into the couch cushion, then he turns his attention to your cunt. He looks at it studiously and knits his brows.

“Que lástima” (what a shame), he mutters as he admires your glistening hole. “I’m a generous lover, too.”

“¿Que lástima?” you ask.

He shakes his head apologetically at your pussy, then meets your eyes. "Won't stick my dick in junkie cunt, sweetheart."

He returns his gaze between your thighs and wets his lips. “Juicy as it looks.” You huff and begin to close your legs. He places his massive hands on your knees, spreads them again, then runs his hands up your thighs and spreads them more. He tilts his head as his thumbs reach the creases of your thighs. Then he plants his thumbs on your outer lips and spreads you open to the cool air. His nose twitches as he examines you. Your clit throbs and you gush wetness. He puffs his cheeks out with an exhale. His dick is still hard between his legs, and he’s not touching it – his composure and self control is a little psycho.

He gathers your slick, sniffs it with a barely visible snarl, and adds it to your saliva on his cock. Then he fists himself while staring between your legs. His free hand reaches up to tear your bra down on both sides, and he lets out a quiet moan at the sight of your tits. He jerks himself with his right hand and his left hand goes between your legs.

You're laid back on the sofa with your hips at the edge and he's kneeling between them. He runs the backs of two digits through your folds, then inserts his thick middle finger and rotates his hand palm up. He pumps it twice and adds a second finger.

He pumps himself and fingers you and when he's about to cum, he points his cock right between your legs. He cums all over your mound, dripping down through your folds. He wipes his tip off on your inner thigh. Then, his massive left hand returns between your legs, sliding through his own mess. He fucks it into you with two fingers. He watches your face with a subtle, devious flicker behind his stare as he keeps fingering his cum into you.

The lewdness ofi t makes your walls tighten around his thick digits. He curls them so his hand is rubbing your clit and his brow furrows as you begin to come undone. Your body tenses and your hips lift into your hand. Your back digs into the threadbare cushion. You bite your lip but fail to suppress a moan. He sucks in a deep breath watching you cum.

“Good girl.” He withdraws his fingers and brings them to your mouth. You suck off the salty, tangy blend and swallow it.

He gently pats your cunt. "This is mine, now," he nods, then clenches his jaw and looks back and forth between your eyes. "We’re gonna get you clean, pobrecita. Entonces puedo usarla" (Then I can use it). Then he stands up and puts his cock back in his pants. "Put your clothes on, let’s go," he says. He picks them up off the sofa and drops them in your lap.

Javi is watching you get dressed when someone knocks at the front door. Peña moves toward the door, and on instinct you start to make a break for the back exit, but he sees you in the corner of his eye. “Ay, putita,” (little slut) he mutters as he bolts toward you. He catches up just as you'ved opened the door. His massive hands grab your arms roughly from behind, and he shakes you. "You were doing so fucking good," he spits through gritted teeth as he wrangles you back into the kitchen. He slams you face first up against the fridge and pins you with his left forearm while he grabs his cuffs.

"You fucking asshole. You're really taking me in? On what??"

He regains his composure and brings his mouth to your ear in a near whisper. "Not to jail.”

"Then where are you–"

His voice is deep and quiet. "Callate, pobrecita." (Be quiet). He closes the cuffs, then tightens them. "It's for your own good."

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