IT IS NOT MY INTENTION to romanticize violence, r*pe, death or any negative behavior you’ll come across in my stories, it’s pure fantasy and I, of course, condemn the act. The warnings are there, but if it upsets you, you better scroll.
MY STORIES (non-requested ones) will always feature a female, white and blonde, not because I think that’s better (I’m not dumb), it’s simply what I look like, hence I picture myself when I write down what goes through my head. However, if not specified, I will be completely neutral when working on a request.
VIVA L’ITALIA🇮🇹. English is not my first language, and as much as I love it and try to improve it to better my writings, I will make mistakes. In those cases, corrections are very much appreciated.
The signs were there from the moment you woke up: Bogotà was always hot and humid but that morning your clothes seemed to be stuck to your body, hair dump on your nape, sheets scraping your skin like sandpaper. To an experienced eye, it was clear as day; but you were way far from experienced.
You got out of your small bed earlier then the other recruits and took a cold shower, which eased some of the uncomfortable heat off. You pulled on a fresh set of the usual olive-green uniform, tied your laces and went on with your day.
Or at least, you tried.
The first few hours were spent continuously rubbing your nape, where the constant shiver starting from the small of your back ended. You looked around to observe your peers; the sun was shining on everyone but no one’s T-Shirt had turned darker with sweat like yours.
You tried to keep your focus on your work, mentally thanking whoever assigned you to a desk job. You were certain you would have collapsed standing outside.
Your typing was slower than usual, you found yourself having to read the same line multiple times to make a sense out of it. You managed to get through the morning and to lunch break but by then, an impossible headache had set in, taking away your appetite and the strength in your legs.
You opted to just rest at your desk, if that even counted as resting: with your head between your hands, you took deep, slow breaths that felt more like controlled stabs in your lungs. Closing your eyes disoriented you so much you almost fell from your chair, so you stared downwards and prayed it would pass.
That’s how Trujillo found you.
He was an Omega too, though his mark had come out at the very start of his puberty, giving him enough years of experience to know exactly what he was witnessing.
You didn’t hear him approach, the loud, eardrums-shuttering whistle in your ears completely isolated you from your surroundings, so you were startled when he put a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“Y/L/N, are you alright?” He asked, leaning over you to take a look at your face. Your cheeks were flushed, your nostrils wide to try and take in air. When you slowly raised your head, fighting the throbbing in your temples, he saw the tears of pain starting to prick the corner of your eyes, but most importantly, the skin over the two small glands on either side of your neck, right behind your ears, red and swollen.
“Mierda.” He whispered. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll call someone.” He announced, while sprinting out of the office and into the hall. As if you could move a muscle.
He called Agent Peña, who was busy getting intel in Medellin; then he called Agent Murphy, who knew absolutely nothing about treating a young Omega in heat, but had a wife who was a nurse.
That’s how you found yourself in Connie’s bedroom.
She had offered you a glass of water, which stayed untouched on the nightstand, before excusing herself to make a call in the living room.
“It’s not that-Steve- it’s not like that!” She frenetically whispered on her phone. “It’s not something you just treat-no, listen- she needs someone to be with her right now-no, Steve!-it’s already late as it is!” She passed a hand through her hair, trying to conceive the urgency of the situation to her husband. “For God’s sake Steve, she need an Alpha!”
In the period of time it took to wait for her to pick you up and bring you to the apartment, things had escalated rather quickly. The shiver that had started in your lower back in the morning, crawled around your hips and to your front, turning into an ardent, intense arousal.
You slid down from the bed where you were originally sitting, back to it on the opposite side of the door, trying to hide and become as small and invisible as you could. Then, you reached a hand in your green pants, finding your underwear soaking wet. The maddening ache in your core was strong enough for you to get over the embarrassment of doing this in a stranger’s house, with the stranger inside. You slipped your trembling fingers in your panties, and started rubbing furiously, fast and with no rhythm, reaching a climax that never really exploded, but left you more frustrated instead. Every time you got close to an orgasm, your walls constricted powerfully around nothing, only expanding the cramps deep in your core.
It was torture; the agonizing need forced you to keep assaulting your poor cunt, working you up for just to leave you hanging on the brick of relief. You finally let the tears run freely on your cheeks as you laid down on your side on the hard parquet of Murphy’s bedroom, bringing your knees under your chin and hugging your legs.
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Colonel Horacio Carrillo rarely got out of his office before his shift was done; on the contrary, he stayed all throughout the night working, only taking a few hours of sleep if necessary. That day, he strode out of the embassy with the same speed in his steps he had when going on a raid, at 2 in the afternoon.
He arrived at the DEA apartments block, took the stairs and knocked on the door.
“Thank you for doing this, Colonel.”
He nodded at Connie once, but his focus was elsewhere. He didn’t need to scan the room to find you, he could simply follow the sweet scent coming from the door at the end of the corridor. He walked towards it, Connie following close behind nervously.
“It’s been going on for a while, she hasn’t eaten or drank anything, I think she needs-”
He had to push aside the annoyance of being told what to do with his recruit, giving her host a tight smile.
“You’ve done the right thing, calling me, Mrs. Murphy. Let me handle it now.” She opened and closed her mouth, at a loss of words. He had already reached the door anyway.
“Sure..yeah, I’ll leave you to it, then.” She stepped back slowly, taking a moment to question her decision. She wasn’t an Omega, and still his implicitly dominant scent had amplified so much, even she felt the need to obey. He definitely looked like he knew what he was doing, and after all, Steve and Javier trusted him with their lives. She concluded she had done the right thing like he said, as she closed the front door behind her.
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Less than an hour had passed since you got to the house, but it felt like an eternity. You were still rocking yourself on the floor, curled into a ball. Your hand was still uselessly tormenting your weeping pussy, only taking small pauses when pain cut through you taking your breath away. The fever had reached its peak, your skin practically boiling: you would have taken your clothes off, but the growing cramps made it hard to move.
When Murphy had called, talking about a young recruit of his, he hadn’t needed any description. He remembered all of his soldiers, but he had kept an attentive eye on you. You were quiet, never asked stupid questions, only talked when talked to by your seniors, never drawn attention. And still, possibly the smartest kid that was ever assigned to his unit, a sharp mind in a shed of brutal force. Just the way he liked it.
You stood out to him, for this, and for that exquisite scent that followed you everywhere. Everyone knew what you were, but not everyone was an Alpha and your commander at the same time. His nature was drawn to you, though his age and experience were enough to not make it a distraction. He was careful, keeping his distance and treating you equally to any other man under his command, but he vowed to himself, the second he noticed you at the academy, that he would take care of you.
And now, looking down at you, sniffing pathetically and writhing in pain, his instincts kicked in.
He crunched down next to you small, trembling form. You hadn’t really noticed his presence, too drunk on the overwhelming delirium that was thrown at you, but when he touched you, the gentle hand resting on your arm burned like fire, and it sent a direct spark to your center. “Shh-shh..” He shushed you as a pitiful whimper escaped your lips.
“Come on.” He grabbed you under your armpits and seated you upright against the side of the bed, your head falling limply behind you. Cooing and shushing your whining at the sudden change of position, he asserted your condition. A flicker of anger tugged at him for not being there sooner, but he ignored it to focus on you. He gently took your wrist, pulling your hand from your underwear, winning the useless resistance you tried to put. The smell of your slick juices hit his nostrils, causing him to growl lowly and you to let out another small sob.
“Please..” you cried, thighs clenching hard to look for some friction. He didn’t make you wait any longer. His own hand was on you in a second, slipping into your underwear to find your sopping, pulsating sex, but as soon as his fingers brushed it you hissed, shutting your eyes and clenching your jaw. Your soft skin had finally given out, too raw and overstimulated. He cursed in Spanish, unfastening your belt and pushing down your pants violently just below your ass, the botton rolling on the floor. Your panties followed, leaving you exposed to his gaze. You weren’t in the right mind to feel embarrassed. He inhaled deeply, looking at you with dark eyes, and cursing again at the sight of your poor pussy, lips and clit red and inflamed but still oh, so inviting. He reached out again, palm up and careful not to brush over the sensitive skin, getting directly at your slit. Your hips jolted upwards at the small touch, trashing uncontrollably to meet his fingers until his free hand blocked your movement, earning a frustrated moan. He ignored it, moving his fingers up and down on your slit only a couple of times before circling your hole, which was already trying to suck them in. The abundant slick you had produced made a perfect lubricant but the constant tightening of your walls rejected the two wide fingers. He knew it was impossible to get you to relax in this state, so he only gave you one digit. You finally had something to clench on, and you did, hard.
He didn’t try to move his finger, leaving it there as you simply spasmed around it, gripping his arms so tightly your knuckles turned white. He watched your face as you came on his hand, eyes closed and mouth open, panting loudly. He could see the rhythmic pulse in your jugular, pumping blood toward your glands, where the scent became even more intense. “There you go..” He murmured, shifting his gaze to watch your cunt enjoy the help it was finally receiving, clenching and relaxing in a silent thank you. “Good girl, you’re such a good girl..”
You came once, twice, and then again, blubbering incoherent phrases every now and then. His hand left your hip when you calmed down enough, moving to your face and gently brushing away the hair that had stuck to your cheek, before cupping your nape, his thumb resting on your neck, grounding you.
He wasn’t sure you had realized who he was; you had certainly reacted to his scent, but in the vulnerable state he found you, you would have accepted any other Alpha taking you. He wouldn’t have that.
He needed you to see him, understand what was going to happen and accept that it was him you were submitting to. Not only to handle the professional implications of your encounter, but to be aware of the biological consequences this action would lead to.
“Look at me.” He ordered, keeping his tone firm but soft at the same time. You didn’t make him repeat himself; even more now, your natural instinct was to obey. Your eyes slowly registered his face, cringing at the realization of what had just happened. You were a mess: the perfectly neat bun you did every morning completely disheveled, panting like a dog, pants and underwear down your thighs, legs open with your cunt wet and exposed, looking up at your senior officer. Colonel Carrillo, out of all.
He had a reputation, and you were sure it wasn’t mere rumors. He wasn’t afraid to get blood on his hands or throw people out of helicopters; his brutal methods were debatable and yet, he got shit done. How could you not be intimidated by the only man that gave even Pablo Escobar nightmares? Like everyone else at the academy, your breath caught every time he entered a room, with that rigid stance and those cold, calculating eyes. You had never been the target of his sharp reprimands, but you had been there to watch fellow recruits shake in their boots, Alpha- Beta or Omega didn’t matter at all.
“Colonel-” A different kind of flush started coloring your face as you tried to find the words to explain, or apologize-you weren’t even sure what for. “I-I don’t..I didn’t mean-”
“Quiet.” Your mouth shut instantly. “Do you know what this is, Y/L/N?” The finger inside your pussy gave a small caress, to emphasize his question, but his eyes stayed fixated on yours. You would have answered, but the small touch awoke a new joint of pleasure that made your toes curl in your shoes, distracting you again. The only answer he got was another whiny little noise and light raise from your hips.
The hand at your nape, came around your throat, enclosing your neck with the right amount of pressure it took to regain your focus. “Answer me.”
You silently shook your head, fear returning to your eyes as you were reminded that you, in fact, had no idea what the hell was happening to you.
He nodded, exhaling through his nose as he removed both hands from your body.
“You’re starting your heat cycle.” He explained, taking a step back to untie your laces and take off your boots and socks.
You had actually heard of it, but you thought it would be just like another shitty period, not..well, this.
You closed your legs, hands coming to your front as to cover yourself. A corner of his lips raising slightly at the gesture. He found it sweet, your precious display of innocence, adorable and utterly futile. If you only knew what was coming. He granted this brief moment of modesty, taking advantage of your position to slide your pants and underwear completely off your legs and feet.
Despite the awkwardness of it all, being naked finally took some of the heat off your body.
However, clenching your legs helped the second wave of arousal come quicker. The memory of that painful cramping that brought tears to your eyes made your knees start to shake. You didn’t want it to happen again. You swallowed the pathetic whine threatening to get out of your throat, and found the courage to ask:
“Please Colonel, can you make it go away?” He stilled. Your small, timid voice struck a chord in his chest. His eyes met yours, wide and on the verge of tears. He could see the fear in them, but he also saw the complete trust you were laying in his hands.
He was nodding before he knew it, one hand coming up to cup your jaw, stilling the imperceptible trembling that had started there. “I will, but you need to be good and do as you’re told, mh?” You nodded your head, but again, your focus shifted to the new electric spark that was sent from his warm palm right to your clit.
It was starting again, he could see it in your blear eyes and he could smell it from the new slick between your legs. Now that he was certain he could claim you, he gave himself the right to indulge in your essence; leaning over your neck, he inhaled directly from your gland, the intoxicating smell going straight to his cock. It was going to be hard to keep control, but he would restrain himself as long as necessary while he got you ready.
“Plea-please..” your urgent cries fell directly in his ear. “Please, Señor..” It was such a tantalizing melody, his dominant nature basking in your begging. But he took pity of you, he wouldn’t make you wait again.
He distanced himself from you just enough to grab your from your armpits and lift you effortlessly on the bed, sitting you at the edge of the mattress while he got up in front of you. In a matter of seconds, he had taken off the rest of your damp uniform, throwing it on the floor. You were still hot all over, but a shiver run down your spine as you looked up. His looming figure completely obscured your smaller frame, eyes darkening as he looked down at you.
His moves were slow, calculated and predatory, as he got closer, leaning over you again to leave a chaste kiss on your forehead before pushing you down until your back met the sheets, keeping one hand on your shoulder to hold you there. His lips traveled down your face and to your neck again, where he licked the sweat and left open-mouthed kisses, until he reached your breasts. He didn’t waste any time, immediately sucking one nipple into his mouth while his free hand palmed the other tit, squeezing possessively. You cried out, back arching from the bed as you started begging again. You didn’t know what for anymore. He leaned back to have a better look at you, his Alpha nature growling in approval at the way you were offering yourself to him: chest out for him to take and head back to expose your neck. “Look at you..” The tit he had in his mouth had turned pink and was glistening with his saliva, the air hitting it making your nipple stand at attention. He decorated the other the same way.
You kept meowing his title, your thighs could only rub against each other as he had your hips pinned under his. He reluctantly got away from your chest, leaving a light bite around your nipple for good measure, before finally settling on his knees in front of you.
“Open your legs.” He ordered. He could do it himself, but he enjoyed watching you obey him so quickly. Your submission was total, and so comfortable on your part.
“Wider.” He directed when he saw your knees shifting only slightly. You corrected yourself, opening up to him as much as your hips permitted. He already had a perfect view of your pussy, but he wanted more. He needed you nice and spread for him.
He put both his palm on your thighs, caressing the front and then the back, until they reached the back of your knees. In a fluid motion, he pulled you to him, sliding your ass a little out of the bed, and then pushed your knees backwards until they touched the sheets at your sides.
“Can you hold still for me?” He asked, but you knew he wasn’t really expecting an answer.
“Si, Colonel.” You nodded anyway and used your hands to hold yourself open in this position. He lightly snorted at your constant professionalism. You couldn’t help yourself, and he loved that about you.
Luckily for you, you were too drunk on arousal to really take notice of your current position: Colonel Carrillo was inches away from your spread sex, taking a moment to admire your sweet hole, which had started clenching again, begging to be filled up, and leaking that delicious nectar down your crack and around your tightest little hole. He had to look away from that one, before any dangerous thought could come to mind. Your lips were still red and puffy from your previous ministrations, your clit slightly engorged and pulsating at the apex of your cunt.
He started there, a feather-like kiss to test the waters. It turned on your pleas like a light switch.
A long lick over your fluttering hole, tongue flattened to cover all of your slit, and you were uncontrollably raising your hips to meet his mouth. Although appreciating your enthusiasm, the man had other plans. His forearms pressed down on the back of your thighs, with his left palm open on your lower belly, immobilizing your movements.
He resumed his ministrations, eating your sopping sex voraciously, taking each of your puffy lips between his and sucking gently, careful not to stress the sensitive skin, alternating between circling your hole with a pointed tongue and closing his mouth on your entire sex, ending with a long suck of your little clit. And he started again.
The thing about heats, was that they would take their sweet time. There was no way to shorten it or make it any less; as long as the hormones were high, your body would keep going: keep leaking, keep clenching and keep the arousal up. The only thing one could do was to let it wash over you and make the best of it.
The best thing an Omega could get, was an Alpha who wouldn’t get tired easly.
Colonel Horacio Carrillo didn’t get tired.
He made you come on his tongue again and again, drinking your nectar with gusto, only moving his mouth away when he started sensing the discomfort in your sobbing, and even then, never really leaving you. He soothed your shaking thighs with gentle strokes, whispering words of comfort in between kisses that ran along your inner thighs and all around your center, patiently working you up again.
At some point, when the multiple orgasms had relaxed your tight walls enough, he started adding one finger, then two, enjoying the way your pussy gripped them tightly as if not wanting to let them out. His cock twitched in his briefs at the feeling.
When he tried with three, though, the stretch started to burn, and your hands let go of your knees to reach his between your legs, silently asking to pull away.
He did immediately, getting up and helping you distend your legs, massaging the crease of your hips which had been straining for so long.
“I’m-I’m sorry, Colonel-I’m try-”
“Sh-shh..” He didn’t like that look in your eyes, the last thing you needed was to feel guilty. “You’re doing good.” He said, cupping your cheek while leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You’re being so good for me.”
Up until that moment, you could only dream the most feared officer would ever give you a compliment; the most one could hope for was a small nod of approval, or a pat on the shoulder if was feeling particularly affectionate. It was funny how easily those words slipped from his lips now, almost absurd how he accompanied them with a reassuring smile. It occurred to you, that you had never seen him smile before.
Lost in your thoughts, you felt your torso being lifted to an upright position again, his hand on your shoulder to hold you steady while the other brought a glass of water to your lips.
“Open.”
You complied, letting him pour the liquid in your mouth. You hadn’t noticed how dehydrated you were, but once you started drinking, your hands instinctively grabbed his forearm, trying to force him to incline the glass a little more. “Slowly.” He warned, controlling your drinking and putting the empty glass back down.
Looking up the length of him, you noticed for the first time that he hadn’t taken off any piece of clothing, which made you feel even more vulnerable than you already were.
Your hand moved before you could form a plan, landing of one of the last buttons of his shirt. You swallowed nervously, not brave enough to meet his eyes, fixing yours on his uniform as your hands tried to work it open, but failing. Your fingers were too shaky and kept loosing the button. You couldn’t believe you were deliberately putting your hands on your Commander, on his sacred uniform, trying to undress him and ending up humiliating yourself.
He finally took pity of you, halting your hands with one of his, while the other took your chin between thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up.
“I’m the one who takes care of you here.” It wasn’t an actual reprimand, more of a reminder, but your cheeks burned anyway. “Understood?” He asked gently.
“Si, Señor.” He smiled again at your answer, proud of himself for the way he had trained you.
He thought you deserved a little reward, so he went on and removed his shirt, folding it loosely and putting it on a nearby chair.
Your mouth salivated at the sight. You knew he was a strong man, his tight uniform did nothing to hide his build, but seeing him up close, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands over the hard planes of his chest, up his wide shoulders and down his tight abdomen. Your hands were visibly twitching in your lap, fighting that need that told you to jump on him. He took them in his, so he could use them to pull you up while he took a step back; he brought them both to his chest, his bigger hands covering yours completely as he guided them over his skin, the silent permission he knew you were waiting for. You were such a respectful little thing. He let you explore him on your own, intrigued by your expression: he wondered if the look of adoration and curiosity was due to his secondary gender, or if you’d just never touched a man before. He bet on both.
His own hands started roaming on your body; from your shoulders and down your back, closing around your sides before reaching your ass. He palmed both your cheeks, palms big enough to cover almost all of them, before squeezing possessively. An appreciative growl rumbled in his chest at the feeling of your plump butt, skin so soft but muscles tight thanks to your physical training. You moaned at the action, you nature making you crave his approval.
He kept playing sensually with your flesh, bringing your hips closer and closer to him, until you felt him, hot and hard pressing against your lower belly. The prove of his own arousal enhanced that burning flame that had started yet again in your core. When you thought you couldn’t be more turned on, it hit you. The strong scent coming from his own glands, which had gradually intensified from the moment he had stepped foot in the house, and was now enveloping you, pervading all of your senses and crushing that remaining bit of decency you were barely holding on to.
With a desperate whimpering, you went up on your tiptoes, trying to reach that particular spot but only landing your mouth not far from the base of his neck. It didn’t matter; you couldn’t wait, you couldn’t think. You attached your lips to his skin like a leech, licking and sucking while your hands frantically ran up and down his muscular back.
It wasn’t enough, and he knew it.
You didn’t move your mouth away as he picked you up easily to turn around and sit on the bed, placing you on his thigh, with your knees resting at both sides of it. You didn’t waste any time, your hips moving automatically before you could get comfortable. He held you close, big arms enveloping your smaller body as you dragged your aching pussy back and forth on his thigh, a wet patch forming instantly of his sacred uniform. The position finally allowed you to reach behind his earlobe, where your mouth found the source of his intoxicating smell, only letting his skin free to chant directly in his ear: a sweet cry of “Señor-Señor-Señor” that made it impossibly hard not to pin you down and take you then and there.
He stayed still instead, letting you have him. Just like his professional character, he remained firm and controlled. A solid shield you could anchor yourself to. An Alpha through and thorough.
“There you go..” He murmured softly in your ear, moving your hair away from it to plant a hot kiss on the cartilage, and then cupped your head, encouraging you to keep breathing his scent. “That’s it, just like that..” He continued talking you through your orgasm, supporting your frenetic motion with a hand on your bum, slightly pushing when your thighs threatened to give up. Your spasmodic thrusts eventually slowed down, leaving you breathless and boneless in his embrace.
He held you there for a minute, pressed to his chest with your head tucked under his chin and your arms going beneath his armpits and up around his shoulders to hug him tight; he couldn’t help but think how perfectly you fit against him.
His left hand moved from your head to trace down your back and up again, soothing the shiver that ran down your spine, while the other moved to pet your smaller back in slow, circular motions. A steady rhythm that calmed your heartbeat and soon lulled you to sleep.
He took a moment to look down at your peaceful form. He would be lying if he didn’t admit the thought of having crossed a line weighted heavily on him. It wasn’t the first time he had stepped in to help an Omega in need, it was just the natural turn of events, but none of the others was a recruit in his unit. None of them would have to wake up the next day, and keep working close to him while pretending they hadn’t rutted in his arms like, quite literally, a bitch in heat.
Even worse, you were naturally shy as it was; always placing yourself in a corner during tactical briefings, occupying the littlest space possible and never opening your mouth unless it was required. He had to make sure you didn’t feel too ashamed, when the realization of your shared moment would eventually hit you.
He even thought that maybe, if you had recognized the symptoms earlier, if you had known what to do, you wouldn’t have come to him. Though you seamed perfectly happy to be handled by him, someone took that choice from you. He knew how intimidating he looked, he had built his persona brick by brick, but the thought of you ending up in someone else’s arms because you were too scared to seek his help sent a flick of possessive anger through his veins.
He tightened his arms around you, keeping you close as he shifted to lean his back on the headboard. You moved only slightly, getting more comfortable on top of him, with your thighs enclosing his hips in a bear-hug.
Yes, he concluded, keeping his lips pressed to your forehead in a wordless promise of safety, you were exactly where you belonged.
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A./N.Originally, it was going to be a one-shot, but now I’m thinking of doing a part 2 of Heat, following up right where this one ended, and a second chapter called Rut, which would explore Carrillo going through his own hormonal cycle.
I also want to give credit to @downwiththeficness for the Alpha!Carrillo idea, i took your ‘A need so great’ as inspiration!!🩷
Feedback and Interactions are always appreciated !💕
Hi Narcos fans!:) could you help me find this fanfic? I’ve seen it years ago so I don’t remember much; here’s all I have:
• It shoudl be Javi x reader/main character (f)
• He first day at the police station she meets Colonel Carrillo and he yells in her face
• She hides in a room to cry and I think Javi (but it could be Steve) opens the door abd hugs her. This person tells her something along the lines of “Carrillo makes everybody cry”, or something about the fact that she shouldn’t worry about facing him and crying cause everybody does.
I know it’s not much but it’s the only thing I can recall; if you’re could help me I’d be really happy :)💕
This has worked two times already, so can you help me find this??❤️
•A group of people in the office makes a bet on who’s gonna take reader’s virginity. Her partners (Javi and Steve) find out and it’s awkward, the colonel does too but he reassures her she shouldn’t be embarrassed.
Details:
- reader and Carrillo talk about it in his office and he says he’s only been intimate with one woman
- reader overhears someone make a joke at an office ‘party’ about Javi wanting to “pop that cherry”
Hi people! Can you help me find this one-shot? I read this a couple years ago and I can’t find it anywhere.
Javi and reader are in a relationship and she has a crush on Carrillo. Javi lets her have her way with him. The plot is very basic, these are some details:
• It all happens in one room, probably Carrillo’s office
• He says something like ‘she’s a brat and this is finally the time he will put her in her place’
• The first thing she does is giving Carrillo a blowjob
• Javi watches this from a corner, but at some point he participates
He comes to his senses, and his first thought is that he will kill the man. Blood boiling in his veins, he tightens his wand so hard it's a miracle it doesn't crash in his palm. He feels very much like the ruthless killer he's thought to be. >
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Hello everyone, I thought I would share a teeny tiny excerpt from the piece that I’m currently working on, in the hopes that it will finally drag me out of the hole I’ve been hidden in for the past four years.
Joel Miller x Reader at a whorehouse or Reader helps Joel ‘take a bath’.
Can anybody help me find this post??I don’t remember the title nor the author but this is what I’ve read so far:
•Joel doesn’t have water in his house, he decides to go take a bath at a whorehouse.
•Reader is the new girl and thinks she’s only there to ‘help the mean get clean’.
•The other girls are bitches and when Joel comes they convince her he’s kind and gentle (he’s not lol). They whisper in group and laugh at her.
•She accepts, she starts washing him and then there’s a handjob- I guess they do the deed after but I haven’t gotten to that part yet.
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Details that could help
•The older girl puts pink lipstick on reader’s lips
•Joel laughs at her for not knowing what she’s actually there for
•He says something along these lines: “Think they’re hazing you” - “someone this pretty shouldn’t work here”- “suppose to make them feel human”(the clients)- “answer me”
•She doesn’t talk much, I only remember these: “I can’t reach you”(when she tries to wash his thighs)- “you promise?” (When he says he’ll be gentle with her”
That’s all the info I have, if you’ve written this or you recognize it pls tag me in it !!!!🫶🏻🥺🩷
Okay but imagine being Olivia Murphy, being in your early 20s and your adoptive dad’s partner and friend is looking like this..??!
(The day they found you, for reference)
I know I would call him Tio Javi and I would go to him with my boys drama because WE KNOW FOR A FACT he’s very experienced in that particular department.
I also know I would develop a serious crush on the man the second I stopped being a child.
I know if I got really really drunk and he got really really drunk as well, we would convince ourselves we’re not actually related so why not indulge in a heated, dirty, passionate…
ok this is first time really writing anything abt Peña, so go easy on me! this ended up being more angst than i meant, lots of discussion abt Olivia. Also some fluff?
I think the big question here is what Javi are we talking abt? What point in time? What season?
I think for a long time, like a decent chunk of his time on Earth, the concept of domestic life was a worst-case-scenario for him. i mean dude literally ran away from his own wedding.
Growing up he had passing thoughts abt starting a family, thinking maybe that’s what he wanted at one point, and then changing his mind and choosing to marry his career instead.
I think the first time he had real, like ACTUAL, serious Domestic Thoughts was because of Olivia
First there was the Oh Fuck™ moment when they saw her in the little chair.
He’d seen a lot, and i mean a lot of children in shitty situations because of his job, but that was one of the first moments he saw a child and thought ‘i can do something for them’ and he knew Steve was thinking the same thing.
(He actually felt like he was having these thoughts because he was standing next to Steve who was thinking it so hard. Javi swears these were not thoughts that came from his own brain)
He helped Steve bundle up the child, finding something warm they could wrap her in to take her with them.
It was a quite car ride afterwords.
Javi was driving, Steve was there holding the baby tight, studying her face.
and she was so quiet
not a tear or a scream, she just looked at the passing scenery out the window with her big brown eyes
They both knew why she wasn’t crying. She didn’t know or understand that her mother and father were gone.
Someday, later in her life someone would have to explain that for her. Javi wasn’t sure if he wanted to be there for that day.
But he already knew he did want to be there for her. And Steve and Connie as they took her in.
He still knew he wasn’t ready to be a father, but being an uncle suddenly didn’t seem so bad.
they find you instead of Olivia in this scene; you’re not a kid but a young woman who lived in that house and just like little Olivia, you have nobody that can take care of you. Javi takes you in and you move to his place ?🥹🥹🥹
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.
The way Steve greets you at Javi's place 🫠🫠🫠, and Javi sitting in the chair . . . And then when Steve winks at you when youre sitting on his face.
A few of my MANY favorite parts but I could've quoted the whole thing
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.
And then nasty Steve 🥵🥵🥵
“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.
And my the ending my dreams
“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.
But especially because that was only THE FIRST time you slept with them til the morning 🎉🎉🎉🎉
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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Mutual by @noxturnalpascal
The first time by @noxturnalpascal
File room boss by @lustaffairs
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Good girl by @darkuselesssomebody
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Crossing Lines by @lunitawrites
Lie Still by @milla-frenchy
Empty Spaces by @milla-frenchy
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