i saw the ask reply where you said it’s the first time someone’s said sth about your boyd fics so i just thought i’d come n tell you that i love the way you wrote The Raid n i love love love the way you wrote steve especially 🫠 i think The Raid was one of the first few darker fics i read that got me into darker stuff too ! :) your works are amazing ! don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise 🫶🏻
God I love dark Steve 🫠🫠🫠 He has a heavy presence in my WIPs like the raid 3 just needs a Javi scene lol. I have another dark Steve here.
My fave dark Steves to read... I love all @milla-frenchy fics with Javi and Steve (masterlist) and especially Hounds of Hell written with @aurorawritestoescape .
Murphy had been acting erratic, and you thought he might have been on drugs. You weren't sure if it was the carnage, the divorce, or both. You asked him to see the DEA counselor, but he never went. One morning you got back from a work trip, and he was even more of a mess. He hadn’t shaved since the last time you saw him. His tie was already loosened. His eyes had darker circles. He looked hot, but you were worried about him. You called him into your office and asked him to give you his service weapon. He rolled his eyes, took it out of the back of his pants, and set it on your desk. Then, he braced his hands on the desk like he might push it across the room. He looked at you darkly.
His eyes were glassy. He asked, “That all? Or ya want this too?” His hand went toward his crotch and your heart skipped a beat, but he was only reaching to unclip his badge.
“Keep it,” you told him. “But I’m putting you on file duty until you get your shit together.”
“Oh come on,” Murphy complained. “You wanna catch this guy or not?”
You glared at him for questioning you. Then you said, “Follow me.” You led him into the file room and he sat on a filing cabinet as you showed him the shelves he should go through. You looked back to see if he was paying attention and he was staring at your ass in your skirt.
“Murphy,” you scolded. “Are you there?”
His eyes shamelessly panned over your body. “Yeah, I’m here,” he answered in a trance, then his eyes met yours. “Just need a second.”
“For what?” you asked. He got off the filing cabinet and brazenly adjusted himself before going to close the blinds. He returned with a darker look in his eyes.
“Sit down,” he put his hands on his hips and nodded to the filing cabinet where he had been sitting.
“You’re on thin ice, Murphy.”
“Just sit,” he repeated in a lower, more ominous tone. He wet his lips and watched as you took your seat. The metal cabinet was cool on the backs of your thighs. Complying was the last thing you should have done, but his display of dominance was turning you on.
He loomed over you, crossing his arms. “Know what I think?” He waited for you to say something.
You rolled your eyes. “What, Murphy?”
“I think you're into bad guys.”
Your face heated up at the accusation. He stepped all the way toward you, and his pants grazed your leg. The cabinet was hip height and just wide enough for him to brace his hands on either side of you. Not to be intimidated, you tried not to pull away. You couldn't do anything about the throbbing between your legs, but you didn't have to show it.
“How many ya thought about fuckin’ a Narco?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed.
"The Lion's a good-lookin' fella," he mused.
"No way."
He nodded. “I see those 'fuck me' eyes,” he taunted. “I see’em." He froze at the bottom of his nod and locked eyes with you. “But never when I’m on my best behavior.”
“Which is when?” you retorted.
He smiled with a barely audible chuckle, then walked his hands further as he leaned in. His face was a few inches from yours, and he smelled like cigarettes and whisky. Your heart fluttered and you were gushing wet.
“Now's your chance, boss,” he murmured. He brought his lips almost to yours, then barely grazed them. The spark between you was too much. You kissed him.
Right away, his tongue slid between your lips, he cradled your head, and used his knees to nudge your legs open. The force of his kiss and his body brought you down flat beneath him.
After you were laid down on the surface, he groped your breast and you moaned softly into his mouth. Your hips lifted on their own, seeking contact..He broke the kiss to mutter, “Good girl.” Then, with one hand, he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and began to tug them down. The bulge in his boxer briefs made your breath hitch.
He stood up to further tug his pants down, then he pulled you by your thighs to the very edge of the cabinet. He threw his loosened tie over his shoulder then hiked up your skirt all the way. You watched his massive hands as he ripped open your pantyhose for access and the cool air hit your dripping cunt.
He looked at your cunt and wet his lips. You wanted him too bad to stop it.
“This doesn't change anything,” you told him.
He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head with a contemplative pout. “We’ll see.”
He pulled his underwear down under his balls and you heard yourself whisper, “Jesus,” at the sight of his thick, stiff cock and his big balls.
He nodded and spat on his dick. Then he wet his lips as he ran his swollen tip through your dripping folds and said, “you're gonna gimme my gun back, aren't ya?” You bit your lip and didn't answer, scolding yourself for being so susceptible to this version of him.
He nodded, and when you didn't answer, he began to pull away. Fuck. You could always get him transferred.
You nodded in agreement.
“Good girl,” he whispered, then notched himself at your entrance and shoved inside. You failed to stifle your moan at the stretch, and he quickly covered your mouth with his. He backed up and slid into you again. His lips broke away, then he started slamming into you, pounding you with his big dick. The files in the cabinet were jostling around, then the file cabinet itself started moving and it was all making too much noise. “Fuck,” he breathed and slowed down. You writhed under him, desperate to come. "Door's unlocked, by the way."
"Why??" You whisper yelled, and he didn't answer. He was so reckless, like he had nothing to lose.
“Can't let ya come,” he panted, “you're too damn loud." Fine, you weren't going to beg. This would give you enough to think about and get off for weeks to come. He kissed you and slowly thrust into you for a minute, grunting and sighing quietly.
Then his deep voice broke the silence. “Where ya want it? Inside or on your blouse?”
“Fuck, Murphy,” you whined. “Not on my shirt.”
After a few more thrusts, he bottomed out and pulsed inside you. “Mmm,” you managed to be quiet but not silent. You were so close, but didn't get there. He pulled out right after he finished. Then he put himself together and left the file room alone without a word. Murphy was waiting for you in your office when you got there.
1740 words, dark!Steve Murphy x f!reader
A/N: The Raid AU, after The Raid pt 2.
NEXT: No Good | The Raid Masterlist
WARNINGS: I8+ PWP, captivity, dirty talk, oral, dubcon unsafe p in V initiated by reader, ass smacking, degradation (neediness), praise, pet names
Javi isn’t home. The television turns on upstairs, and a woman starts moaning. You listen with butterflies in your chest, hoping to catch a grunt or more from Steve. The man in the porno says, you love this big cock, don't you? Ohh yeah. You lie completely still on Javi’s bed, trying to hear as much as you can without holding your breath. After a minute, you begin to hear Steve’s deep voice. “Ohh, fuck.” You can picture his eyes darkening and the veins on his arm and hand bulging as he strokes himself. “Ohh, yeah.”
This morning, Javi put you in a dress and didn't cuff you to anything but yourself. You can’t very well touch yourself with your hands cuffed behind your back. You turn over on your stomach. “Ohh,” he moans. You try pressing your hips into the mattress for pressure. You think about what Steve said: He’s not gonna hold out on you. Want anything from him? Just ask.
It might have been all talk, you can’t be sure, but you take the chance and yell upstairs. He sighs and the television cuts off. His heavy footsteps echo down the metal stairs in the breezeway
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Steve unlocks the door to Javi's bedroom and pushes it open. He's dressed casually today. He pauses in the door frame and your eyes go straight to a shapely bulge in his gray sweatpants.
He stretches his back with his hands on the top of the doorframe. His pale inner biceps swell out of the sleeves of his plain white t-shirt with a little hole under the collar. The shirt rides up exposing a light happy trail.
“Need somethin’, darlin’?” He asks, then steps into the room. He checks you out, then his eyes dart around the room and he shifts his weight impatiently.
“Did I interrupt anything?”
He follows your eyes to his sweatpants, then looks down and away and chuckles to himself.
Then you ask, “Why do guys jerk off even if they can just have sex?”
He slowly approaches you where you sit at the foot of the bed.
He looms over you and cups the back of your head. “Look at this poor girl, can't even touch herself.” He shakes his head and his eyes traverse your body hungrily. Then he answers, “We do it ‘cause it's easy. And sometimes we're tired.”
Your eyes return to his pants and you'd love to be grabbing him, feeling the hard shape through the soft cotton. You ask, “Doesn't it feel better to be inside someone?”
He swallows and his eyes come to life with a twinkle. He stares you down for a beat then asks, “That why I'm down here?”
“If you want.”
“Mmm,” he growls breathily. He takes his time getting the key for the cuffs. You stand up and turn for him to unlock them.
“There ya go,” he murmurs.
He puts them aside, then his hand covers your chest, and you're swiftly pushed against the nearest wall.
His hardness digs into your front as he pins you there. He looks over your face, then your chest as he slides his palm down to cup a breast. He pulls his pelvis back, then rolls his hips into you once.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “‘Course it feels better inside.”
He shoves his hand between your legs. “Somewhere warm, and . . . wet.” The wet smacking noise from his touch makes your cheeks heat up as he feels around and teases your uncovered hole. “Damn, sugar. Can ya hear me that well upstairs?”
You reach between you, going for his crotch, but he intercepts your wrist with his free hand. He allows you to palm him, but he guides your hand slowly with his. Then he takes your hand and slips it into his waistband. You hold his smooth, hard cock and desire floods your body. He braces an arm against the wall above you and thrusts into your hand. “Think you're ready for this, all alone?”
You nod with a rush of need between your legs.
“Good girl,” he mutters. “On your knees.” You ache for his cock to just be shoved up your cunt already, but you obediently drop to your knees.
He pulls his sweatpants down under his ass. You take his cock in your hand, stiff and a little sticky from the remnants of lotion. You don't want to be obvious about your curiosity, but you're pretty sure you couldn't close your fingers around his girth if you tried. You bring your lips to the leaking head and suck it into your mouth with an, “Mmm.” The slight chemical tinge of the lotion fades when his salty precum hits the back of your tongue and you suck.
“Real thirsty, ain't ya?” He asks as you begin to suck him. Saliva pools in your mouth and you let it slobber out of the corners of your lips as you bob your head on him. His hips begin to move, nice and smooth, subtly pushing his cock in and out of your mouth. “Mmm. . . coulda left those cuffs on and fucked this pretty face,” he murmurs. Then you lift up his cock and cradle his balls to look at them. You lick around one then suck it into your mouth as you pump his cock.
“God damn, I love these pretty hands though.”
You look up at him and he looks down at you. You suck his other nut. “Oooh, baby,” he whispers.
You return your lips to the head of his cock, but hesitate and look up at him. “Can you fuck me?” You ask, hoping he'll make good on his promise.
“What now?” He tilts his head, and gently takes his cock from you. “Want me to put this somewhere else, don't ya?”
“Please,” you beg.
“Why don't ya bend over and show me where.” He nods toward the foot of the bed. You begin to get up to walk over there but he shakes his head. “No need to get up.”
You crawl toward the bed and lift your dress up over your bare ass, then brace both hands on the mattress.
He moseys over, slowly stroking his big cock. “Show me where ya want it, sugar.” You tilt your hips and reach back to finger your wet, puffy cunt.
“Spread yourself for me, darlin’.”
You obey him, using two fingers to spread yourself open.
“God damn, look at her drippin’ for me,” he mutters to himself. “Attagirl.”
He smacks your ass, then kneels behind you, straddling your legs.
As soon as his tip hits your entrance, you withdraw your hand and he begins to push inside.
“Ohhh,” you moan as he spreads your walls with his delicious length. He grunts and you gasp as he bottoms out and your cunt stretches around him.
“Mmm,” he stays all the way inside for a moment before backing up and slamming back in. He smacks your ass again. “Sure do feel good.”
He doesn’t waste much time before fucking you at a steady rhythm. His balls hit your ass and the sound of slapping skin makes your chest hot. His growls are deep and soft, and his low voice makes you twitch on his cock every time he opens his mouth. “God damn, baby,” he fucks you harder. “Look at you takin' this big cock. Askin’ for it, too.” You push back on him and his stiff manhood spreads you apart with every thrust. “Attagirl.” He smacks your ass again. “Gonna let ya come, too.” He bends forward and lowers his voice. “Daddy Peña don't gotta know–MMm.”
The knot in your lower belly quickly tightens under his moans and grunts. “Oh, baby,” he breathes. “Oh, fuck.”
The tension snaps and you whimper as your pussy squeezes him.
“Oh, fuck, oh,--fuuhhh–ohhhh,” Steve slams into you and begins to pulse, and ohh God. You flutter around him, unsure if this is okay with Javi but so glad it's happening. Steve doesn't show any sign of hesitation. “Mmmm.” He pulls back halfway, slides back into you slowly, cock swelling with each pulse, bottoming out one last time as he floods your core. He sighs, then pulls out. “Whew.” He grabs your ass, then sits on the bed with his cock already stuffed away, maintaining a bulge in his sweatpants. “How's that?” He asks and you nod.
He lets you go to the bathroom, and when you come back, he’s sitting on the foot of the bed with the handcuffs and key.
He’s just finished cuffing you when you start to ask, “Will he mind that you, um. . .”
“Dumped a big load in ya?”
“Yeah,” you nod.
“Nah, I don’t think he’ll mind, sugar. But I’ll clean ya up if ya want.”
“It’s okay.”
“Sure? I don’t mind. Let’s have a look. Bend over for me.”
You resume the position you were in, on your knees, bent over the foot of the bed. You pull the dress up over your ass again. He gets down on the floor, putting the key aside. He kneels and holds your ass, and you tilt your hips. He spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs.
“He’s right, it’s a pretty pussy. ‘Specially like this, all fucked out.”
His tongue hits your cunt first, and you flinch, hands still cuffed behind your back. He latches on, sealing his lips and using his hands on your hips to pull you into his face. He laps and sucks, and your sensitive bits twitch. His hair brushes against your cuffed hands. You feel another climax building. His tongue reaches forward, teasing your clit. He moans into your folds and sucks. He sharpens his tongue and thrusts it into you. Then he pulls his face away and fingers you. He teases your clit with his middle finger, then slides it inside. He digs around, swiping his thick digit along your walls and you’re throbbing and twitching.
“Mm,” you moan.
“Yeah, gimme one more, sugar. Wanna see it trickle out.” He withdraws his finger and works your clit until the pressure boils over and you’re whimpering as your walls clench around nothing. “Yeah,” he murmurs as some more of his seed trickles out of your hole.” He plants his lips again. He licks and sucks at your cunt, then plants a little kiss on your ass cheek and asks, “Better?”
“Thanks,” you whisper.
He lets your dress back down. “Any time.”
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btw I'm trying something new - anons are off when I'm asleep or working but on in the evenings (est) unless I'm really busy. there are a few reasons for this, none I want to address publicly. depending on how this goes i may keep anons off altogether, but my DMs will remain open..
yeah this didn't rly work out. but plz feel free to dm me 🖤 blogs of all types and sizes, don't be shy
