#Blue Jones/reader

[loki-hargreeves]

Cherry Pie

Pairing: Blue Jones x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: It's Blue which should be a warning as itself, crime, abusive ex-boyfriend (not named), violence, name-calling, guns, hurt/comfort Word Count: 3.5k Summary: Blue doesn't get attached to anyone, so why is he going out of his way to protect you, someone he barely even knows? You're supposed to just be the girl that works at his favourite diner. A/N: I'm deep into a Blue phase thanks to @lis-dotcom

Blue is a busy man. He spends most of his time running his business, caring for his affairs, his girls, his henchmen and whatnot. To fix everyone's messes and keep his ever-growing kingdom in check. His lifestyle requires his attention seven days a week, twelve months a year, especially as this town is filled with dense and reckless wannabe criminals plotting against Blue's carefully cultivated empire. He simply can't let anyone slip through any cracks so he has to work, work, work.

There are rare moments when he does have time for himself, such as when he eats an extremely late dinner at a diner near his club. Some people might consider it breakfast, as it is past midnight. The diner is almost always quiet, which is a nice change after spending hours at the club, listening to music and drunken patrons drooling after the girls. Blue finds an odd sense of comfort in the neon lights on the signs on diner windows, the soft sounds of the waitress tidying up after a busy day, and the smell of coffee and delicious, fried foods and desserts.

Today his favourite dessert is on the menu, cherry pie.

He sits in the corner booth, eyes on the entrance at all times. Not that he has to keep his guard up, he has henchmen surrounding the building and some are sitting in separate booths inside. Blue chooses to be aware at all times because he sure as hell doesn't trust anyone fully, not even his own men. He's seen a few backstabbers too many. Tonight, his eyes are more than just cautious. He's keeping an eye on the waitress, you. You recognized him today, not as the criminal he is, but as a regular of the diner.

The telephone rings behind the counter, catching Blue's attention. He's not exactly discreet as he keeps his dark eyes on you, out of curiosity. He watches as you wipe your hands on your white apron before grabbing the phone. He notices how you play with the cord. wrapping it around your finger.

"I'm working," You mutter into the telephone, attempting to muffle your voice. Unfortunately for you, it's almost 4AM and the diner is almost empty. Blue hears everything. He wonders who's calling you at this hour when you're working. By the looks of it, that isn't a welcome phone call.

"Please. I..I still have a few hours left. I'll call you in the morning," You attempt to reason with the person on the other end.

Blue digs into his dessert, tasting the sweetness on his tongue. It tastes extra good after a long day. As he eats, he finds himself thinking about you. Why are you working this late? In this town? If you have a boyfriend, Blue doesn't respect him. He should know better than to let a pretty girl work in a place like this without any security around.

"No!" You suddenly whisper-yell, sounding startled. Blue raises an eyebrow and takes a sip of his coffee. It's not even anything fancy, just normal diner coffee that has probably been in the pot for too long, yet it's what he longs for.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?" Blue speaks up, not at all too shy to speak to you. Why should he be?

You glance at him, now embarrassed that your personal phone call is affecting your job. Quickly, you hang up and put a fake smile on your face. There's no need to make the customers worry.

"Everything's fine, sir," You insist and look around. There are only a couple tables taken. Blue has a booth to himself and you notice a few guys in dark suits by another table. They don't talk much so you assume they're federal agents or something.

"You sure?" Blue smiles while taking another bite of pie.

"I promise," You tell him. It's a lie, obviously, but you wouldn't vent to a customer either. That's unprofessional.

Blue hates liars. He sighs and shakes his head. This isn't his club though, and your business isn't really any of his business. He can't force the truth out, nor should he care. He has bigger issues to worry about instead of some waitress he barely knows. Hell, the name on your name tag might even be fake.

"Care for a refill?" You ask him and hold up the pot of coffee, freshly brewed and meant to replace the old, bitter coffee by the counter. It's late and you're tired, so you're definitely pouring yourself a cup.

"Sure, sweetheart," He nods. He still can't shake the feeling that's growing in his gut, like something's wrong. He smiles as you get closer to his booth. "Why don't you join me?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. Then your mouth opens to speak, the first instinct is to tell him no. Then you realise that there is barely anyone there and you did want to get a coffee. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad if you sat down with him. This man is a regular by now, as you've seen him here on countless nights. Always sitting in the same booth.

"I wouldn't wanna bother you, sir," You smile although you already grabbed a cup for yourself.

"Oh, you could never," Blue purrs. He enjoys watching you being so polite and treating him all nice. You have no idea who he really is.

You refill his cup and pour yourself one too. Then you join him, sitting on the opposite side of the booth. For some reason, doing this makes your heart race. No one ever said you can't have a coffee with a customer but something tells you your boss would yell at you for this. Luckily, he ain't there.

"Is it just coincidence or do you always work nights when I'm here?" Blue wonders. He can count on one hand, the times you haven't worked a nightshift when he's been to this place. You're always here. In your pretty pink waitress outfit and white apron.

"I was about to ask you the same thing, you're here almost every night," You smile and sip your coffee. You would be lying if you said he hadn't piqued your interest. Blue is mysterious and really attractive. plus he tips well. Every time you catch his rich, mahogany eyes watching you through his long, dark lashes, it gives you a rush. As of lately, you've found yourself thinking about what he does for a living, why he's always there at night and what his name is.

"I get off work late," Blue smirks, enjoying this interaction. He can talk about his life vaguely without revealing he runs a criminal empire, more or less. You treat him like a normal person. The innocence and trust in your eyes are intriguing.

"I see," You nod slowly, too shy to ask him too many questions. "Well, I do too. Or perhaps going home in the morning is early instead of late. Either way, my boss keeps giving me nights and here I am."

Blue narrows his eyes. Now that you're this close, he sees you in a different light. You're even more beautiful than he realized. At the same time, he sees the weariness on your face and in your body language. Poor thing.

"Your boss should know better than to give nights to pretty women like yourself," Blue mutters angrily, too seriously to sound like casual flirting. Like he actually feels pissed off at your boss.

His words take you by surprise. There's a compliment in there and you immediately feel flustered, trying to hide behind your coffee cup as you sit it. Trying to seem unaffected but he can see right through you.

"Darling, you don't have to be shy. I mean it," Blue teases you further, enjoying the way his words affect you.

"Uhm... I just, I guess he just gives me nights because it's convenient. It is what it is," You shrug, not focusing on his compliment at all. It's not fair how this man you don't really even know can make you squirm in your seat, just like that.

Blue watches your lips as they touch the edge of the cup. So pretty and soft-looking. He can't peel his eyes away from you.

"Convenient huh? How so?"

"Well most people working here have people waiting for them at home, or they study. They can't work these hours," You tell him, blindly putting your trust in him. Someone else might've left out the detail of not having anyone waiting for them at home. Blue almost takes pity on you for trusting him this much.

"Doesn't sound like it should be your problem, sweetheart," Blue says bluntly. He has a tendency to be very sharp and honest. He hates lies, even when they come from his mouth so he tries to avoid doing it.

"What about you? Who's the one keeping you at work until these hours?"

That's just sweet. Blue thinks you're endearing. He wonders how you'd talk to him if you knew who he really is.

"I'm my own boss," He tells you the truth but he leaves out all the nitty gritty details. "I own a club. I like to be there during open hours, to make sure everything goes by smoothly."

"Woah," You're surprised to hear that, as you hadn't expected some club owner to dine here. It isn't exactly the fanciest diner around. "You must be a busy man."

"You have no idea."

"What club do you own, if you don't mind me asking?"

Blue sips his own coffee now, taking a moment to think of what he should tell you. Would you even know if he said the name of the club? You definitely don't look like any of his regular patrons.

"A little place called the Lennox House," Blue reveals casually, studying your reaction. Just as suspected, you don't seem to have a clue what he's talking about. "A gentlemen's club," He adds after a while.

"Oh," You seem flustered again. He keeps surprising you. "That must be why I'm not familiar with it," You seem surprisingly calm about the revelation. He had wondered if you'd be judgemental but of course, you aren't. In his eyes, you're sweeter than the cherry pie on his plate.

"I don't think I've caught your name," You tell him with a hint of hope.

"You can call me Blue, sweetheart. Blue Jones."

At the end of your shift, as Blue and the strange men in suits leave, you find a tip left on the table for you. There are 500 dollars in bills on the table and a note that says; don't tell your boss about this darling. Treat yourself. - Blue

Later that week, Blue finds himself once again yearning for something sweet, sweeter than pie. After closing up the club for the night, he's already on his way to the diner with a few of his guys. Blue hopes that you're working tonight because seeing your cute face would make his day so much brighter.

He straightens his suit jacket and heads to the entrance, eager to get out of the cold, rainy street. As soon as the bell rings, signalling that he's entered the diner, he hears a man yelling. Blue's smile falters and immediately he's on edge but not scared. It's like an instinct, to find the source of yelling and deal with it. In a way, Blue has become possessive of this place.

"~you fucking bitch, how hard is it to understand?!" Some guy screams his lungs out behind the counter that's supposed to separate the staff from dining customers. Then Blue sees you, standing near the telephone nervously.

Blue glances at the man and doesn't hesitate to get closer. He's not impressed by what he's seeing or hearing. Blue sees red because this man had the audacity to insult you. By the looks of it, he's done more than just insult you. Blue catches the way you're clutching the side of your jaw in pain as if you've been hit.

"Leave her alone!" Blue demands as calmly as he can, giving this idiot one chance to leave quietly. Just one.

Blue's henchmen have surrounded the counter by now, standing beside Blue. They're all armed but their weapons remain hidden under their coats for now.

Your eyes are open wide in fear and shock. Not because of Blue but because of your ex who waltzed into the diner as soon as you were alone. It feels like a miracle that Blue showed up when he did because your ex was starting to get aggressive.

"And who the hell are you?" The man asks Blue, clearly too stupid to read the room and take his chance to leave.

It almost makes Blue laugh. If only he didn't feel murderous rage right now. The men behind Blue should know that Blue is very trigger-happy.

"I'm your worst enemy if you don't step away from her," Blue growls angrily. He can feel his blood boiling already, his fingers twitching with a need to give this man a taste of his own medicine.

"Now!"

The man glances between Blue and the men in suits behind him. If he were smart, he'd realize he's outnumbered and outgunned.

"So this is what's going on huh?" The man suddenly laughs. He's not in the right headspace, that much is clear. Whether he's on something or plain old stupid, it doesn't matter to Blue. The damage has already been done.

You step back in fear as your ex gets closer, "you've been fucking some gangster? Does that make you feel good about yourself huh? Getting over me by screwing some bad boy fantasy of yours?"

"Leave me alone!" You cry out and feel heat creeping up your neck and face, his words leaving you feeling humiliated.

"No-" He insists and grabs your wrist painfully, "you're gonna come home with me and I'll fix that messed up head of yours."

"Stop! It hurts!" You wince in pain and tear up. When you yank your arm, his grip just tightens.

"Oh boo fucking hoo," He mocks you, "Say bye-bye to your boyfriend, sweetheart."

Blue has had enough. Patience is not one of his virtues and he still gave this asshole a chance, yet he blew it. He grabs his pistol from its holster and doesn't hesitate to load it.

"Very few people make me repeat myself and live to tell the tale," Blue says chillingly. "So I suggest that you let go of the lady and step back."

Finally, one of the synapse connections in that man's thick skull seems to work. He lets go of your wrist and steps back, actually stunned by the sight of a gun. The brief silence is satisfying to Blue because he knows that he's in control now. Just like that.

"Woah, man," He eyes Blue's gun closely, too afraid to even blink. "We're on the same side here. This isn't the kind of girl you wanna help. She's-"

"Shut up!" Blue snaps in anger, not wanting to hear it. This piss poor excuse of a man has gone too far. There's nothing he could possibly say to sway Blue's mind.

"I don't care who you are," Blue makes it very clear and gets closer step by step, "I don't care who she is or was to you, I don't care what she's done," Blue adds, wanting to rub salt to the wound. To break the fragile masculinity this asshole has. "And I don't care about you. The only reason I haven't put a bullet through you yet is because I'd hate to get blood on such a pretty girl."

By now, they're almost face to face. For good measure, Blue puts the tip of the gun underneath the man's jaw. He looks him right in the eye as he gives him a good scare, and man it feels good. Blue knows that this is a coward deep down and that's why he has hurt you. It's also why he'll leave you be from now on and slither into his little hiding place to sulk.

"You won't ever bother her again, understood?" Blue tilts his head and pushes the gun against the man's chin, the metal ice cold against his skin.

"Yes," He swallows thickly and cold sweat begins to form on the man's forehead. He looks ghastly.

Blue wants to hurt him so badly but it takes one glance at you to hold himself back. You're standing there, eyes wide with fear and something else. Could it be intrigue? You're not trying to run away. You're watching Blue closely instead almost like you approve of his methods. Despite that, Blue won't risk scaring you off too by getting violent.

"Scram," Blue tells the low-life and steps back, towards you almost like a shield.

The man takes off as soon as the gun isn't pointed at his head. He runs past the henchmen and to the door, disappearing into the night. Blue looks at one of his men and nods, signalling for them to follow the guy and figure out where he lives, maybe even teach him a lesson.

Finally, Blue can focus on you. He puts his gun back into the holster and approaches you carefully. Even though you don't know each other that well, he reaches out to cup your cheek, feeling how you're trembling.

"Are you hurt?" Blue needs to know, scanning you all over with those dark yet warm eyes. Searching for injuries. Blue notices that your face seems tender and slightly swollen on one side. Then he sees the tears in those pretty eyes.

"I'm okay," You insist and lean into his comforting touch. Against your better judgement, you find comfort in Blue as he did just save you from your insufferable ex-boyfriend, and whatever he wanted to do to you. Even with the creepy men behind him and knowing Blue has a gun, you trust him.

"Thank you," You whisper and close your eyes for a moment, letting a tear roll down your cheek.

Blue sighs and caresses the side of your face gently, "Such a pretty thing like you shouldn't be in a situation like that."

He called you pretty again. It's almost shameful how that's what you focus on after getting the scare of your life.

"Don't worry, I won't let him get near you again," Blue promises. His protection rarely reaches outside his club. Usually, Blue has to protect his girls at the club from the wrong kinds of patrons. This is new territory, as you're not one of his dancers nor do you work for him. He just wants to protect you for the sake of it.

Blue pulls you closer into a hug and he presses a kiss against your head, wanting to comfort you. Perhaps it might seem tender but he is possessive of you. The light of his nights, sweeter than cherry pie. He'd be damned before he'd let someone take you away.

And you accept the hug because you need it. For some odd reason, his comfort makes you tear up even more. As if your fear can step aside and allow you to feel everything. You cling to his expensive suit and bury your face against his shoulder. The scent of his cologne and tobacco quickly fills your lungs in an oddly comforting way.

"Come on, darling," Blue coos and rubs your back, "you're safe now."

"He got mad because I left him a-and... I was trying to... get a restraining order," You reveal, professionalism far out the window at this point. Right now, Blue isn't a regular and you don't feel like acting like how a waitress is supposed to.

What a dick.

Add that to the list of reasons why Blue won't let that guy get away unchecked.

"Is that so?" Blue hums softly, still caressing your back. "It's okay, I swear he's out of your hair now."

It seems like your ex's words about Blue being a 'gangster' didn't register in your brain. Here you are, clinging to Blue for comfort and not knowing to fear him. That perhaps you too would be best off running away.

"You're not safe working late all alone, sweet thing," Blue reminds you, knowing he has made comments about this before on his many late visits to the diner.

Look how right he had been.

"I..I know," You sniffle quietly, "but it's my job."

"Screw that," Blue responds softly, "your boss has provided no security here at night, letting you work alone. We're closing up and you're coming with me tonight, okay?"

After saving your life and hugging you so tenderly, it's hard to even imagine saying no to that. You're aware that you shouldn't go anywhere with someone you barely know but right now, none of that seems to matter. Your ex knows where you live and he could come back to the diner, and at this ungodly hour, there's nowhere else to go. Perhaps, you'd be better off with Blue tonight. Besides, Blue's extremely generous tips have helped you save up and leave your ex in the first place.

"Alright," You nod, not giving Blue a hard time.

Blue smiles, feeling satisfied at how well you listen. It feels good that you trust him so deeply already. He's a complicated man but somewhere beneath all that, he does care about you in his own way.

"Good," Blue praises and rubs your shoulder, "come on. Let me take you out of here." Just like that, Blue puts an arm around your waist and leads you outside. Before you go, you throw your apron to the floor and don't even bother locking up, too shaken to think about such things. Fuck that place.

A/N: Okay I finally finished this instead of letting it rot in my drafts. I really hope you like it! If you did, a reblog would mean the world to me 🧡

[apesarecuul]

How different Oscar Isaac Characters hold you while you’re riding NSFW

Just had a few thoughts

Steven:

Steven is a tits guy. Guy or girl he’s sitting up so his face is buried in your chest using both hands to push your pecks/breasts closer to his face. He’s messy. Spit is everywhere and you’re both going to need a bath later. You will have to do most of the work because this man is too lost in the sauce to do anything other than mouth at your chest and tell you how pretty he thinks you are.

Jake:

He differentiates between two options, both hands on your hips or one hand on your hip and the other gripping your neck. He sits up so he can stare at all your little expressions. He likes to have leverage so he can hit that spot that makes your eyes flutter.

Marc:

If you two are testing the waters or just not emotionally intimate he definitely has both hands on your thighs while he’s laying down. Once he’s comfortable however…. He’s trying to be as close as possible. One arm hooking under yours so he can grip your shoulder and the other on your thigh. He’s honestly just taking whatever skin he can reach.

Blue:

Orderly!Blue lives to see you ride. Club Owner!Blue however needs a lot of convincing. They both gravitate towards whatever soft bit of skin they can reach though. They grip onto the soft skin on your neck, hips, thighs, they especially love the meaty bit between the neck and the shoulder. He needs to sink his teeth into it.

Anselm:

He’s a lot like Blue and Marc in the way that he will hold onto any skin he can reach. He’s not as desperate though. He’s patient. He likes to sit against the headboard and just watch. Caressing your body oh so gently. That is until you start slowing down. Then he grips the meat of your hips telling you that you can do better than that. Oxygen tank is nearby.

Cecil Dennis:

We all love him. We’ve all come to accept that he isn’t the best at the whole ‘god in bed’ thing but I’ll be damned if he can’t make it up with desperation. He has one hand behind him and the other on your chest. Looking up at you and hoping you like it. He ruts into as fast as he can until you tell him to slow down. He cries if your pace is too slow for him.

I wish they had more colors

Johnathan Levy:

He does his best to be calm and collected. He starts with just two hands lightly holding onto your hips but he can’t keep it up for long. It starts with him sitting up planting his feet to rock into you. Eventually devolves into him holding you so he can just move your hips into a slow grind before he begins slamming his hips into yours. Similar to Anselm he keeps his inhaler nearby because our man has asthma.

[winniethewife]

yeeeeeeee!

Howdy, its Ominoose. Making good on my threat.

So for Blue. Club Blue. Blue's quite hard on dancers, pushing them to follow customers every whim. But one customer is a bit rough with reader, and Blue feels a bit bad, and comforts them? Runs em a nice bath? Possible condescending ?

Hi there! Sorry for the wait, life once again got busy for me 😅 I do hope you'll enjoy this litte fic nonetheless.

And I just realized I perfectly scheduled this for Halloween so: Happy Halloween!

(@ominoose I am just going to tag you here since tumblr doesn't notify you when your anon ask gets answered)

Broken Toys

tags: hurt/comfort (though it's Blue so the comfort is questionable at best) | angst(y) | descriptions of physical abuse | gn!reader

ships: Blue Jones/Reader

AO3

Life at the Lennox is demanding, to put it mildly; especially one person: Blue Jones. 

Blue is not just your boss, he is the boss. What he says goes and God have mercy on you if you disappoint him. And in your time here as one of the dancers you have learned to do your best not to get on Blue's bad side. 

Nobody wants to be on his bad side. 

Of course 'dancer' is not really your full job description. Like the others you don't just dance on stage to entice and enchant the guests. You also seduce and delight the various patrons privately. At least the ones with enough money to buy a night with you alone. 

Those are Blue's favorite customers: lonely and rich. So these are the type you have to be extra nice to. Which doesn’t always go well for you. 

There are many things you enjoy about your job at the Lennox: your fellow performers, basking in the attention of dozens of people while you dance on stage, the soft and lonely customers that buy your time just to have a lovely creature like yourself sit on their lap and listen to them. Or the customers that pay money just to spend the night pleasuring you, to touch, to kiss and to give. 

Sadly the giving types are a rarity. 

More often than not you leave the secluded room the customer has rented for the night sore and aching. That's normal. You know how to handle that. 

But this time was different. 

The client was brutal. The man enjoyed seeing you suffer more than he did watching you bounce on his cock. So he tied you down, the rope digging painfully into your flesh, and took off his belt to use as a makeshift whip. You were shaking as soon as you saw him approach but what could you do? You couldn't say no to a customer, especially not a rich one. Because whatever this man could do to you? Blue could hurt you so much more. 

You don't know what's worse, once the client finally leaves: the pain or knowing Blue will be livid with you if you can't hide the bruises in time for your next on stage performance. 

So you sit down in front of your vanity, inspecting the various marks and bruises your latest customer has gifted you. You could feel them more than see them - for now. The bruises would soon bloom in a dark purple before turning a sickly yellow. You gasp as your fingers trace one of the irritated spots on your skin. 

You were so focused on mapping out the trail of pain you had been left with that you didn’t notice the door behind you opening. It’s only when you look up and see the reflection of the one man you really didn’t want to see at this moment.

“B-Blue!” you stammer, panicked as you turn around to face your employer. It’s always difficult to read his face, but the way his lips turn down in an angry scowl you feared the worst. “I-I can cover them up! It won’t impact my dancing, I swear!” You jump up from your seat, ready to further plead your case but wince instead, the movement too fast for your aching body, pain shooting up your spine.

You watch his eyes furrow as he takes a step closer. Instinct tells you to back away but you’re caught between Blue and your vanity. He reaches out to you and you freeze immediately. His hand hovers over the few bruises peeking out from underneath the silken robe you threw on after the customer had left. One-handedly he opens the loose knot that keeps your robe closed and at once your body is laid bare before him. His fingers graze your skin and you shiver, goosebumps forming under his fleeting touch.

“Now tell me, what happened here, sweetheart?”

His voice sounds so sweet and you could almost be fooled to think he genuinely cares but you can hear the barely restrained rage bubbling behind his gentle words. You swallow hard and look at him through your lashes, trying to make yourself as small as possible. 

“It’s nothing, Blue. N-Nothing to worry about.”

His eye twitches, unconvinced by your reassurances. “This doesn’t look like nothing to me. So don’t lie to me,” he hisses, his thumb digging into one of the bruises left on your hip. You try to hold back a cry of pain, instead it comes out as a pitiful whimper. “It’s just- One of the gentlemen was a bit rough tonight,” you answer, still trying to play down what had happened.

“A bit rough?” he repeats with a snarl. Before you can say anything more he grabs you by the hand. “Follow me,” he orders as he drags you out of your room, through the hallway and into his office. Your body is shaking, from the pain you’re in or from fear you can’t tell, stumbling after Blue like a newborn deer.

He pushes you into his office and locks the door behind you. With no way of escape you’re trapped. You don’t dare to look up, fearing any move might be the wrong one with Blue so clearly upset with you. And yet. 

“I’m sorry, Blue. I-I can fix it. I can-”

He shushes you, once again taking your hand, more gently this time. “Come,” he urges you, his voice having lost a bit of its threatening edge. You follow as he leads you through a side door into his private quarters. It’s rare that any of the dancers are let inside this part of Blue’s office. You don’t have enough time to look around as he guides you into what you’d assume is his personal bathroom. It’s lavishly decorated, with a huge clawfoot tub against one side. He leaves you standing in the middle of the room, thoroughly confused by Blue’s actions as he walks over to the tub and begins to fill it with hot water. As the water rises he adds some soap or maybe oil into it, you don’t really watch him, your eyes still trained downwards. But you can smell it: it’s your favorite scent, though you doubt Blue knows that. 

“Don’t just stand there. Strip!”

His order catches you off guard, but like a well-trained dog you immediately comply, shrugging off the thin robe that barely left anything to the imagination. He grabs your chin gently, pulling you up to look at him. His dark eyes look almost gentle as you meet his gaze. “Listen to me, sweetheart. You’re gonna get into this tub and take a nice long bath, alright? And after you’re not gonna tell a soul what happened. Can’t have the others think I’m playing favorites,” he says with a playful grin. You can do nothing but nod, dumbfounded by this whole situation. You thought he would yell at you, maybe even fire you, kick you out onto the streets but instead he offers you a bath. Maybe your customer hit your head and you’re having a hallucination? When you’re not making any effort to get into the tub Blue rolls his eyes and pulls you over to it. 

“Come on, get in! Cold water isn’t gonna help you with those sore muscles, sweetheart.” 

If you didn’t know better you’d think he’s worried about you. After a moment of hesitation your body finally moves again, following his request. Carefully you climb into the tub and sink down into the water. You can’t help but sigh in relief as the steaming water surrounds you, the effect on your battered body almost immediate. Blue chuckles behind you, seemingly amused by your reaction. 

“Feels good?” he asks in a teasing, almost condescending tone. You only hum in response, your body sinking deeper into the soothing water. With the adrenaline of your encounter with your customer and later with Blue slowly fading you can feel how tired you truly are. As you think about how you really shouldn’t fall asleep in a bathtub, especially not Blue’s, your mind is already drifting off.

When your eyes blink open again you’re lying in an unfamiliar bed, some low lights barely illuminating the room around you. You’re still naked but your skin feels slick, like someone overdid it and all but drowned you in lotion. 

“Glad to see you’re awake. Here I thought you were going to steal my bed for the whole night.”

You flinch at Blue’s voice, looking around wildly for the man himself before you find him sitting next to the bed, watching you. Quickly you scramble to get off of his bed but he stops you with a sigh. 

“Now now, calm down. I was just joking.”

With the low light you can’t see his grin but you can hear it. You stop, sitting back down and looking at Blue’s form, barely illuminated by a lamp behind you. 

“I have one more thing to talk to you about before you get back to your room, sweetheart,” he says as he leans forward to look right into your eyes. You swallow hard and nod.

“Very good. Now listen, next time you get an overzealous gentleman like tonight you move your pretty ass right over to me and tell me, got that?” 

His patronizing tone of voice is making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up, yet you don’t know if that’s because you hate it or like it. He looks at you expectantly and once you realize he wants you to show you understand you nod once again, not trusting your voice just yet. 

With a pleased smile he continues: “You see, I can’t have people just break my toys. Especially not pretty ones like you. Only I get to do that.” 

“Y-Yes Blue. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” you answer softly, your voice shaking.

“I know, sweetheart,” he replies before he waves you off, “That’s all. You can go now.”

Seeing that you’re dismissed you hastily make your way out of his bed and leave his quarters without looking back. Who knows what would happen if you lingered.

[rosesanddecay]

Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)

CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.

(Lmk if you want more in the future)

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.

So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.

Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.

You’re in his office? Bend over.

You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.

Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.

Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.

If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.

His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.

Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.

When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.

“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”

Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight

Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.

Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.

Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.

He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.

His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.

When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.

Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.

“You did so good for me, darling…”

Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.

But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.

Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.

Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.

His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.

Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.

He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?

Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.

He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.

“So pretty… so pretty…”

Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.

As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.

He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.

Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.

Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.

He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.

Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.

“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”

All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.

Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.

Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.

Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3

Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.

Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.

“Our beautiful darling…”

Basil Stitt - Lightningface

Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.

Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.

He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.

Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.

As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.

He needs you to feel good. He needs you.

When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.

His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.

“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”

Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick

Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.

Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.

Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.

Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.

Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.

Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.

Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.

Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.

“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”

Blue Jones - Sucker Punch

Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.

He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.

You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.

Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.

With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.

Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.

Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.

You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.

When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.

“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”

Poe Dameron - Star Wars

Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.

Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.

After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.

As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.

He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.

Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.

With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.

His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.

When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.

“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”

Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina

Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.

This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.

The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.

You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.

As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.

Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.

His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.

His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.

When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.

“Get up. It’s my turn.”

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune

Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.

Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.

Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.

He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.

Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.

He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3

His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.

Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.

When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.

When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.

“I still have time, shall we go for another?”

Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)

John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.

He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.

John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.

Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.

With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.

His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.

At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.

He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.

Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.

John pats his shoulder.

“Come, rest your head.”

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier

Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.

He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.

You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.

He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.

As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.

As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.

When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.

“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”

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Thanks for reading!

Lmk if you want me to add more of his characters or do a different set of characters (like Genshin men for ex.)

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FEN! 😩

How dare you get me hooked on this (again)! 😤💙

I just love the tiny detail of both reader and Anselm wearing shades of blue and his name is Blue and ahhhh 😩

Anselm grins. “You’re the only guest we invited.”

I knew it! Fuck, and I love that they are just as into him as Blue is into Anselm and reader 😍

Sub!Blue is just so precious and hot and 🥵😩

Thank you so much for continuing this 💙💙💙

Trine [2]

Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Part One • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info

Summary: Blue is invited to a dinner party at Anselm's mansion.

A/N: Oh no, not me writing another chapter. (Also Trine anon, I'm working on your ask!) This is pretty much all just smut.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m & f receiving), hand job, fingering, edging, p in v sex, double penetration, Blue being a sub, getting a bit emotional after sex, typos I'm sure, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 6366

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Nerves twisted in Blue's stomach, jumped and raced around. He couldn't recall the last time his heart had beat so hard it made him light headed when it wasn't a life or death situation.

And this was just a god damned dinner party. 

He readjusted his tie for what must have been the twentieth time since he'd stepped out of the car. 

It was just a dinner party. Casual. There was nothing to be anxious about. 

Sure this would be the first time he'd seen you and Anselm since… since the meeting.

Sure he had fought with himself during the last two weeks, going back and forth over whether he should contact either of you directly. (Anselm's subordinates had been in touch regularly about the club expansion.) 

He flip flopped quickly, one moment being certain that it was just a one time thing and then the next wanting to throw himself down on his hands and knees and beg both of you for the smallest caress. 

Blue had managed to fight off the later urge. Just. 

And then he'd received a dinner party invitation and his heart had skipped a beat. 

It was probably nothing, meant nothing to you or Anselm. Blue was more than ready to politely smile and make small chat with the other guests. If he could just get a minute of yours and Anselm's time, a moment of your attention. A second.

He shook his head and swallowed, trying to push down those stupid thoughts. God, he was a businessman for christ's sake, not a love sick puppy. 

Blue straightened his tie again and took a deep breath before he knocked on the front door.

Anselm's house, well mansion was a more correct word, Blue had even had to pass through a security check before he drove into the grounds, wasn't a particularly far drive. But Anselm had offered to send a car for Blue. 

He had declined, preferring to drive himself. It gave him something to focus on besides the nerves that were threatening to squirm out of his stomach and start chewing on his internal organs. 

The butler opened the door, greeting Blue by name ‘Mr Jones’, and showed him to the parlour. Blue tried not to stare at the grand open plan spaces, tried to pretend like he was used to this. 

It was easier said than done. 

The butler stopped at the parlour room door and opened it for Blue, closing it behind him. 

The room was grand, like the rest of the mansion, but here seemed homely, more lived it. It was empty of other guests, save for you. 

You smiled warmly the second you laid eyes on him, walking over quickly to greet him. 

The dark blue dress you were wearing made his breath catch in his throat. Any rational thoughts and plans of being composed completely flying out of the window. 

“Blue!” You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek. 

It took him a moment too long to react, and he stumbled over a greeting as he hugged you back. Your perfume overwhelmed him, seeping into his lungs and nearly lifting him off his feet. 

You moved back, your hands still on his shoulders, just far enough to look into his eyes. Still standing close, closer than you would if you were greeting an acquaintance, or an old friend. This, this was similar to a lovers embrace-

He blinked heavily, trying to force those silly thoughts out of his mind. 

“Did you drive here okay?” You’re still smiling at him brightly, blindingly. 

“I, erm, yes. The drive was fine, thank you.” He muttered. 

You absentmindedly rub his cheek with your thumb, removing the lipstick you’d left when you’d kissed him. 

His eyes flutter closed, revelling in it for a second before he snapped back to attention. Trying to compose himself. 

“Aww,” you whisper, moving a step closer so that your chest is flush with his. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?” 

A little gasp escaped his lips and heat built in his cheeks. 

“I can feel your heart pounding.” You run your fingers down his cheek and to his neck, just tracing his jugular vein. “You’re not scared of little old me, are you?”  

He shook his head, his eyes hooded, unable to look away. 

“Good.” You barely speak the word, leaning closer to him and pressing a deep kiss against his lips. 

He whines softly as you open his mouth with your own, his hands gripping your waist and keeping you against him. As if you would ever want to move away.

You swallow down his moans happily, chuckling when he gasps in surprise as you gently push him down against the settee. 

You can’t help but smile at the way he looks up at you, blinking in confusion. “You’re so cute.” You trace his bottom lip with your thumb before you climb onto his lap, your knees either side of his thighs. 

Heat rises to Blue’s face, his breathing falters for a moment. And you see that glaze start to creep across his eyes, the same one from Anselm’s office. 

“Do you like that?” You kiss his cheek again, not bothering to wipe away the lipstick stains all over his skin and mouth. 

Blue looks up at you, a little mesmerised and you giggle again. 

“Do you like that? Being called cute?” 

He blushes and nods once, shyly. 

“Good,” you lean closer to him again, just trailing your lips over his. “Because you are.” 

His fingers tighten on your waist as he arches up, trying to kiss you deeply again. But you move back, always just out of his reach. 

Blue lets out a quiet whine, pouting ever so slightly. 

You grin. “What’s that face for?” 

“Please?” He leans up again, pushing his hands against the small of your back. 

“Please what?” 

“Please kiss me again.”

You bite your lip, your smile widening as you bend down and kiss him softly. 

He moans against you, letting out a mumbled “thank you,” that sends heat straight to your core. 

You run your hands through his short hair, rolling your hips against his, drinking down the little sounds of excitement he makes as you brush your centre along his hardening cock. 

“I see you’ve started the party without me.” Anselm’s voice is full of amusement as he walks into the room. 

You look up at your husband and smile as Blue lets out a stuttered breath. He gazes at the older man, still holding tightly onto your waist. 

“Having fun?” Anselm puts his hand on your shoulder and leans down to kiss you intensely. 

“Very much.” You mutter against his lips and he chuckles. 

Blue squirms a little underneath you, nerves beginning to fester along his skin, but Anselm turns to him and tilts downwards. 

He runs his fingers softly along Blues cheek before sliding them around the back of his neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. He slips his tongue into his mouth. Growling when Blue moans against him. 

When he pulls back Blue looks bewitched, almost hypnotised. You smile and lean forward, scraping your teeth along his pulse point before kissing his neck. 

Blue gasps and shivers, his fingers digging into you, “ah, please.” 

The sound of his voice is delicious, so hedy and lost in sensations already. 

“What about you Blue?” Anselm asks quietly, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Having fun?” 

Blue nods his head rapidly, his mouth dry. It’s only now that he notices Anselm’s suit, dark navy that matched your dress. His tie and pocket square were lighter though, a soft baby blue. 

“Good.” Anselm presses his lips back to Blue’s, happily drinking down his moans while you sucked on his neck. 

Blue wiggled under your combined actions, trying to hold you both close while not completely succumbing to the pleasure sparking along his veins. 

As if in complete sync, both you and Anselm trail your hands along his clothed thighs, dragging your fingers upwards without breaking your kisses. 

Blue whimpers against Anselm’s mouth, his fingers clutching at your back, as both you and your husband trace either side of his cock through his trousers. 

His length twitches, already so hard and desperate to be freed from the confines of his clothing.

“Fuck.” Blue mutteres between kisses, his hips jerking upwards despite himself. He swallows, trying to regain some semblance of control as you both continue to tease him. 

You bite his neck hard and he shivers, goosebumps breaking out on his skin under your tongue. Instinctively, he arches up against you, pressing himself as close as he can physically get and pushing at your lower back until you grind your pussy against his thigh. 

A low moan rumbles in his chest as the heat from your core touches his leg. His left hand on your back urges you to move against him. While with his right he tries to pull Anselm down onto his other thigh. 

Anselm chuckles, moving his mouth away from Blue. “Eager little thing aren’t you?” 

Blue swallows, his throat bobbing under your kisses. He opens his mouth to speak but can only moan when you lick up his neck and bite softly at his ear. 

“Don’t tease him Anselm,” you chide your husband, but there’s no aggression in your tone. “He’s just asking for what he wants.” 

Your words make Blue’s insides turn to jelly, his dick throbbing almost painfully. He gazes up at you as you firmly take hold of his chin and pull him into a soft, long kiss.

“Well, we were going to have dinner first.” Anselm strokes his beard lightly, speaking directly to Blue once you have broken the kiss. “But, it looks like we’re going to have to take care of you before that, hmm?” 

Blue’s skin burns with heat, he swallows, trying to focus and force his mind back into some semblance of a respectable guest. “I,” he groans, his eyes rolling back and burying his face into your neck as you palm him through his trousers. “Please.”

Anselm laughs kindly. “Don’t tease him sweetheart.” He kisses your cheek. 

“I’m allowed to tease him.” You blink innocently at your husband, still stroking Blue’s cock.

“Oh,” he shifts closer so he can kiss your neck, whispering close to your ear. “Are you?” 

“Yes.” You breathe, leaning into his touch as his lips ghost over your skin.

“I see.” The words barely leave his mouth as he bites softly, sucking a love bite just below your ear before titling your head with his warm hand so he can kiss you roughly. 

There’s a dangerous desire burning just below Anselm’s skin. An inferno that has liquified his bones and nearly driven him to madness. You recognise the need within him instantly, despite his well cultivated calm exterior. Your husband is just as desperate as the man underneath you. 

“Bed.” Anselm finally whispers when the kiss ends and you nod. 

Blue barely manages to register what both of you are saying as he tries to grind up against your palm. But the words slowly filter in. 

“What, what about the other guest?” He mutters, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fights the urge to just give in and rut against your light touch. 

“Oh baby.” You smile and squeeze his dick gently. 

Blue moans beautifully, desperate as he silently begs you for more. 

Anselm grins. “You’re the only guest we invited.”

It’s a little easier to cajole Blue upstairs than you thought. His eagerness is both a help and a hindrance, as he can’t stop himself from kissing either of you. From leaning into your caresses and holding you close. 

And you can’t resist him, indulging in every touch whenever he whimpers with need. 

“He’s got you wrapped around his little finger, my love.” Anselm breathes into your neck as all three of you are halfway up the stairs.  

“As if you aren’t the same.” You smile and tease, nodding to your husband’s unbuckled belt and where Blue’s hand disappears under his trousers.

Anselm nips at the love bite he left earlier. “Unfair.” 

You grin. 

Blue hardly takes any notice of the room you both pull in into, too preoccupied to even think. His mind humming, running blissfully quiet on just the need to feel you both against him. 

Anselm pulls off Blue’s suit jacket from behind, kissing his jaw and the left side of his neck, while you loosen Blue’s tie and unbutton his shirt. You trail your lips over his clavicle, sucking hard at the skin just below his collar bone. 

Blue moans freely, completely lost to both of you as he tries to move to help you help him out of his clothes. 

Little murmurs of “please, please, please,” leaving his mouth with every breath. 

Anselm undoes Blue’s belt while you unzip his fly. Both of you again working in that spooky tandem as if this was some well coordinated plan. 

Neither of you touch his cock, even after he’s been stripped bare, and Blue can’t help the sob that rises out of him.

“Please, please,” he moans, so wretched as you both kiss and caress his skin. Gliding your hands over his stomach and ass, pinching his nipples and making his legs shake. 

His length bobs with every shuddered breath, the tip needy and red, dripping with precum. 

He lets you both lead him to the large bed, laying him in the middle and pushing his back down against the soft sheets. 

Blue leans up on his elbows the second you both step away from him. It’s too much, far too much. The arousal is boiling in his blood, almost burning him alive. He needs you both so, so badly. 

The desperation is eating him alive. He’d happily get on all fours and rut against the bed post if it would please you, if you would pull his hair and call him a good boy while he came on the floor. 

Whatever you wanted, whatever either of you wanted, he would do in less than a heartbeat. 

Anselm unzipped your dress and held your hand as you stepped out of it, letting the material fall to the floor. He kissed your shoulder before he turned around and you slid his jacket off his arms. 

Blue groaned, his dick throbbing at the sight of you both, so much blood rushing downwards that it made him lightheaded. 

Anselm chuckled kindly, slowly taking off his cufflinks as you undid his tie. “I think he needs you darling, or he’ll pass out.” 

You flick your husband playfully in the arm and giggle before turning to Blue and smiling kindly. 

Blue gulps. “I do, I need- please…” Oh god he just wanted you to call him a good boy again, he wanted to make you so happy. 

You climb on the bed and crawl up to him, revelling in the contented sigh that leaves his lips as you get close. He wraps his arms around you, letting you push him back down against the mattress as he stares up at you with hazy eyes. 

Anselm watched, enjoying the show as he continued to undress slowly. 

You kiss Blue deeply, pressing your chest flush to his and pulling lightly on his short hair.

He groans approvingly, opening his mouth for you instinctively and letting you inside. 

You scrape the nails of your left hand down his chest, lightly pinching his nipple again. He rewards you with a jolt and moan as you roll it between your fingers, before you keep going, moving further downwards. 

Excitement jumps in his stomach, his muscles twitching under every touch. 

You drag your fingers down, lower and lower, slowing down with every second as you reach the tip of his cock. 

Blue moans into your mouth, holding you tighter in anticipation. 

But you slide your finger underneath, pressing into his stomach as you move lower and meet the thatch of dark curls between his legs. 

A whine escapes Blue, tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes. 

But you keep going, moving to take hold of the thick base of his cock and he sobs in relief. 

“Oh,” the rest of his sentence is lost as you trail your fingers higher, running up the length of him. His eyes screwed shut, his face buried in your chest as he sucks at your beast through the lacey material of your bra.

“Good boy,” you whisper. 

“Oh god, please, please, please, thank you, I-”

You pump him lazily, but firmly, smearing precome over his head with your palm before dragging your hand back down. 

A smile pulls at your lips and you kiss his temple. “Good?” 

“Sogood, sogood,” he slurs against your skin, rocking his hips in time with your hand. 

You tug his head back, pulling at his hair so you can kiss him deeply again. Sliding your tongue into his mouth and demanding his submission. 

He yields with a moan, so content in that moment to obey your every whim. 

The bed shifts as Anselm joins you both, now also completely naked, moving to lay on the other side of Blue. 

You look up to kiss your husband passionately, Blue gasping and bucking under you both as Anselm slides his hand down to join yours, both of you squeezing and pumping his cock in long, lazy strokes. 

Every noise Blue makes sends heat straight to your core. Your wetness soaking into your underwear. 

You lean down, kissing Blue again, needing to drink down his every sound. Anselm follows, kissing Blue’s cheek and then nudging against you. 

It’s messy, and desperate as you both kiss him, taking turns and smearing salvia along his skin as he whimpers beneath you. He sucks on your tongues greedily, so caught up in the heady pleasure of it that he almost doesn’t notice as Anselm moves downwards, his beard brushing against his skin. 

Anselm licks a thick stripe up Blue’s cock and the cry of bliss that escapes him nearly makes you cum on the spot. 

Eagerly, you move down, mirroring the path your husband took. 

Anselm impatiently takes the head of Blue’s dick into his mouth, swallowing him deeply in one movement before bobbing up and down like he has no gag reflex at all. While you lick Blue’s balls, scraping your teeth along his skin and messily mouthing at them both. 

Blue cries out, bucking up so eagerly that his back arches off the mattress. With a small laugh, Anselm places a firm, warm hand on his lower stomach and forces him back down. 

“Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck, pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

Anselm drags his lips to the very tip, sucking deeply at the head and flicking his tongue over the slit as you lick up Blue’s length. 

Your husband grabs you gently around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his with the tip of Blue’s cock between you. You both lick, sliding your lips and tongues all over as if you were sharing an ice cream. 

Blue gasps, his thighs shaking as he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you both moaning and sucking his dick. 

He’s so close, the pleasure running along his spine and threatening to pull him under at any moment. Anselm’s hand splayed out on his stomach, pushing against the heat, making it build dizzyingly fast. 

Blue gasps, his voice growing in pitch. “Fuck, god, please, I’mgonna-”

Anselm pulls away from him quickly, taking hold of your chin and moving your mouth away too. 

Blue sobs, trying to buck against Anselm’s hand so he can chase your mouths. “Noo, please!” Tears and sweat cover his cheeks as he desperately attempts to gain any kind of friction. 

You pout at your husband as he holds your chin and watches Blue writhe fruitlessly. 

Anselm grins at you leaning forward quickly and biting your bottom lip before kissing you sweetly, savouring your yelp of surprise. 

“Not yet,” he mutters to Blue, his voice firm, but he pulls back. 

Blue looks up at him, tears in his eyes. 

“I think you need to return a previous favour.” Anselm smirks wickedly as Blue frowns in confusion. “Look at her.” Anselm pinches your chin, turning you carefully towards Blue. “I think it’s time you made her cum.” 

Heat rises in your chest, embarrassment touching the edge of your mind despite what you’ve just been doing. But Blue’s wanton groan chases away any lingering self consciousness. 

He nods desperately, reaching his hands out for you. 

Anselm’s grin widens and he shuffles to the side on his knees, letting go of your chin and patting your ass to encourage you into Blue’s arms. 

You give your husband a playful glare before you lean forward into Blue’s embrace. He kisses you hungrily, as if he hasn’t seen you in weeks, his hands going behind your back and undoing your bra. 

Your husband takes this opportunity to pull your panties down to your thighs and smacks your ass again, harder this time, when you yelp in surprise. With a tap of his fingers he urges you to raise your left leg, and then your right as he pulls your underwear off and flings them to the floor. 

Blue yanks your bra off and kisses your chest, licking each breast eagerly and softly biting at your skin. He sucks your left nipple, hard, and gazes up at you when you cry out in pleasure. His dick twitching at the sight. 

He manages to pull his mouth away from you, his chest rising and falling rapidly, “sit on my face please.” 

You moan softly, biting your lip and nod. Careful not to knee anyone in the face or side as you move upwards and position yourself above him. 

Blue gazes up at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look so happy in your entire life as he does between your thighs. 

He leans up and lets out a long groan as he rubs the tip of his nose through your folds, “you’re so wet.” 

You bite back a whine and grab hold of the headboard to support yourself as he cranes his head up and licks a flat, board line across your centre to your clit. 

“Oh fuck,” Blue whispers, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto him. 

He moans happily as he licks you, seemingly not content unless you're completely suffocating him and pins you against his mouth. 

God it feels good. 

You cry out, unable to stop yourself as he sucks your clit, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves before diving back into your folds. 

His tight hold forces you even closer to him as he encourages you to rock against his face. You move slowly, using the headboard for some stability as he glides his tongue over you. 

This, this, he was happy with. This he could do, no problem. He glanced up at you, pride swelling in his chest at the pleasure on your face, at how tightly your eyes were screwed shut. He devoured you hungrily, every sound you made going straight to his dick, his cock twitching and throbbing with every cry and stuttered breath. 

He prided himself on this too much. At being able to make someone cum so hard with his mouth on their pussy. He loved to see the surprise in his girl’s faces at how quickly their legs shook, the shock when they released he wasn’t just using them for a quick fuck. When their fake moans suddenly turned into real ones. When they came all over his mouth. 

You moaned again, grinding down against him, rolling your hips and pulling at his hair. 

And Blue nearly lost it, the pleasure sparking along his spine and nearly forcing him over the edge. 

“So good Blue, oh my god,” you bite your lip hard and Blue’s eyes rolled back into his head. The praise making his chest light and head dizzy. 

Anselm grunted softly, unable to just watch for any longer. He got off the bed and rummaged through the side drawer, fishing out a bottle of lube before returning to his kneeling position between Blue’s legs. 

He poured some of the lube onto his hand, warming it for a moment before he stroked himself teasingly. Long and slow, twisting his wrist right when he got to the tip, before he moved a little forward and positioned himself better. 

He took hold of Blue’s dick, just managing to hold it and himself in the same hand as he pumped them both up and down. 

Blue practically screamed, sobbing in pleasure. 

“Gonna have to keep it together Blue.” Anselm groaned. “Can’t cum yet.” 

Blue swirled his tongue around your clit, rocking your hips harder into his eager mouth. He needed to cum, so desperate to, but if he couldn’t have his own he’d have yours. Craved it more than breathing. 

You moan Blue’s name with every breath, grinding against him. Your toes curling as pleasure began to coil in your stomach. 

Anselm pushed you forward, changing the angle and making you arch your back while he continued to pump his and Blue’s cocks. 

He slowly slid two fingers into your eager heat, groaning at your wetness. “Blue she is dripping. Fuck.” 

Blue whined in response. 

Anselm steadily pushed his fingers in and out before adding a third. You gasped at the stretch, holding onto the headboard for dear life. 

“She loves what you’re doing Blue,” he bit his lip, “I can feel her clenching around my fingers.” 

Blue sobbed, thrusting up into Anselm’s hand as much as he was able to. 

Blue nodded deliriously, despite no one being able to see. 

“She’s gonna cum all over you. Do you want that?” 

“Want her to scream your name?” Anselm picked up his pace. 

Blue moaned loudly, the sound almost as loud as your own cry of pleasure. 

Anselm let go of Blue’s cock, pumping his own twice before he did the same. He leaned closer, his fingers still moving within your heat and pulled you up and back until your shoulder blades were pressing against his chest. His free hand holding your chin and throat. 

“You heard the man.” He growled in your ear, pushing his fingers against a spot that he had memorised as Blue sucked on your clit for all he was worth.

Your orgasm crashed into you, whiting out your vision for a moment as you cried out Blue’s name. Your thighs shaking as your husband bit your neck, holding you against him. 

You weren’t quite sure how you got there for a second, but the next thing you knew you were off Blue’s mouth, Anselm’s strong arms wrapped around you. Your back was flush against his chest, his erection hot and hard against your skin where it was sandwiched between you. 

Blue leant up, his mouth, chin and neck dripping with your release. He breathed deeply, looking at you dreamily. 

“Was that okay?” He asked, desperate for more praise. 

You nod, exhausted, reaching out for him. Blue eagerly moved into your touch, the happiness in his chest was making him giddy. 

“Lay back down.” Anselm said, his voice firm but kind and Blue followed his order without a second thought. 

Anselm kissed your neck and cheek. “You okay to keep going?” He muttered. 

You smile and nod, kissing his lips and nuzzling into his beard. 

“Good.” He kissed your shoulder. “I think Blue’s been a good boy, hasn’t he?” 

You nod. “Very good.” 

Blue blushes, squirming a little and trying his best to stay still. 

“I think he deserves a treat.” Anselm nips at your throat before looking back at Blue. “Do you think you deserve a treat?” 

Blue swallowed and nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, please. I’ll be so good.”

Heat dusted along his cheeks as he spoke, a faint remnant of embarrassment that he was begging so willingly. 

Anselm regarded him for a moment, “you have to promise not to cum unless I say you can.”

“I promise, I promise,” Blue nearly stumbled over the words in his hast to get them out. “I won’t.” 

The older man nods and smiles. “Alright, if you’re sure you can be a good boy…” He kisses your shoulder again. “I’m going to talk you through it, understand?” 

Blue nodded eagerly. 

“My lovely wife is going to sit on your cock.” 

Blue groaned, closing his eyes as his dick throbbed at the thought of it. The warmth of you clenching down on him was enough to drive him to madness. 

Anselm lightly pinched his thigh, still keeping you in his lap with his right hard wrapped tightly around your waist. 

The pinch hurt briefly, and Blue’s eyes flicked open instantly. 

“No cumming.” Anselm gave him a stern look.

Blue bit his lip and nodded. 

“Alright.” Anselm said at last, seemingly satisfied, and loosened his grip on you. 

You slowly moved forwards, placing your knees on either side of Blue’s hips and took hold of his cock. 

There was an audible click as Blue swallowed, his hands balled up into fists against the sheets. He watched your every movement holding his breath as you languidly positioned yourself above him and sunk down onto his length. 

Blue moaned loudly, relief briefly flooding his veins as your tight warmth enveloped him. It was intoxicating, so much after being teased for so long. And it just kept getting better as you slid further and further down. 

Finally, when he was fully sheathed inside, Blue opened his eyes to look up at you. Tears streamed across his face, his carefully applied eyeliner smudged and smeared across his skin. 

“How does he feel?” Anselm whispered into your ear. 

“Good.” You moaned. 

Blue whimpered at your words.

“Good.” Anselm placed his hand on the top of your spine and pushed gently. You sunk forward, moving so that your breasts were pressed up against Blue’s chest. 

The angle change made his breath catch in his throat. 

“You okay?” 

He nods, trying to hold himself together. 

You smile softly and kiss him gently as his hands slide up to run along your back. 

Anselm groaned,adding more lube to his hand and palming himself while he gazed at the sight of Blue’s cock splitting you open. How your slick leaked out and coated his skin. 

“You okay with this, my love?” 

You broke this kiss with Blue long enough to nod and mutter, “yes.” 

“Alright,” Anselm ran the tip of his lube coated forefinger along your thigh before pushing against your entrance and slipping inside. 

Blue gasped, a string of expletives falling out of his mouth as he felt Anselm’s finger slide into your cunt alongside his dick. 

You groaned at the fullness, holding tightly onto Blue’s shoulders. 

“Okay?” Anselm whispered, trying to keep a neutral tone and hold back the blatant desire from his voice. 

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” Blue panted and you nodded. 

Anselm slowly slipped another finger in, pumping them both in and out lazily, stretching you completely and rubbing against the thick vein that ran up the length of Blue’s cock. 

Blue gasped, his fingers digging into your back as you squeezed him, every nerve ending in his body was firing with pleasure. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he panted and sobbed. 

Anselm added a third finger into your cunt. “Fuck, so greedy my love.” Desire made his voice gruff and low. He shifted closer, moving on his knees as he began to move his hand quicker, fucking both of you. 

“Fuck, baby, need you.” You cried out, moving against his fingers. 

“Whatever the lady wants.” Anselm pulled his hand away, your slick mixing with the lube on his fingers. He pumped his cock, covering it with your wetness and more lube before he lined himself up with your pussy and pushed in. 

Blue moaned so loudly it was almost a scream. Your walls clenching down on him, the sweet slide of Anselm’s cock pushing into you, rubbing against his own dick, it was so much, too much. Not enough. 

You gasped as Anselm bottomed out. 

“You okay, my love?” 

“Good,” you nodded. “Full.” That was an understatement, you were stretched to the limit. The bulge of both of their cocks pushing out your stomach so that Blue could feel it underneath you. 

Anselm kissed your back, pressing his forehead against your neck and stayed still, letting you move and adjust to their combined size. 

“I wasn’t sure we’d both fit.” Your husband mutters against your skin, you can hear the tension in his voice, how hard he’s trying not to buck into you. 

You chuckle and move your legs a little, sitting a bit further up, your palms flat against the mattress either side of Blue’s head. 

So full. But it was so good.

Both of them seemed to be pushing on different parts that felt exceptional, experimentally you ground down a little, rolling your hips. 

“Oh shit!”

“Oh fuck!”

You chuckled at their combined reactions and slowly began to rock a little, back and forth, back and forth. 

Blue’s hand flew to your thighs, trying to ground himself as he arched his back and screwed up his eyes. 

Anselm leaned forward even more, pressing his chest against your back and rolling his hips into you, taking over and guiding your movements.

Heat quickly began to spark along your nerves. The sensation so overwhelming as they both rocked into you, finding a toe curling rhythm that was quickly making you see stars. 

Anselm grunted, biting your neck as he picked up the pace, growling as he snapped his hips into you and rutting like an animal. 

You let out a wail as pleasure spiked across your skin. Blue’s own cry echoing your own. 

The bed creaked, your combined pants of air and the slick sound as you were fucked within an inch of your life filled the room. 

Blue sobbed, so much, too much. He was hurtling towards his orgasm too fast. “Please, please, please, I need to cum, I’m going to cum, please!” 

“Not yet.” Anselm growled, snaking his hand down to tease your clit while the other pinched your nipple. 

You cried out, clenching down on both of them as they slid in and out of you, hitting every single devastating spot inside. 

Anselm planted his right foot on the floor and thrusted into your harder, faster as Blue whimpered and you moaned, bouncing up and down on both of them. 

The tight ball of pleasure in your belly dropped, seemed to deepen impossibly, and oh fuck, you recognised this feeling. 

“Anselm, I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” you could barely get the words out, every muscle tensing. 

“That’s it,” he growled into your ear, “fucking squirt all over him.” 

Blue opened his eyes, gasping as you convulsed, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave as you squirted all over his stomach. 

Anselm held onto you tightly, fucking your though it and locked eyes with Blue. “Cum.” 

It was like a switch had been hit. Blue sobbed as he came, shooting his load deep inside you as you shook around him, painting your walls and Anselm’s cock with his cum. 

Anselm growled loudly, the sound rumbling through his bones as he chased his release, the sight of you and Blue lost in pleasure underneath him pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his orgasm finally crested, sapping the strength from his limbs as he thrusted mindlessly, pumping his spend into your abused hole. 

Blue shook a little, coming back to himself, having seemingly passed out for a second. You were exhausted, your weight on top of him a comforting necessity. 

Somehow you managed to lean up and kiss his cheek, running your lips over his sweat and tear stained skin before you laid back onto his chest. Letting exhaustion overtake you.

He held you tightly. His chest hurt, it was like someone had cracked open his ribs. He felt raw despite the blissful afterglow of his orgasm. 

Anselm carefully pulled out, admiring the mixture of cum leaking out of you and onto Blue for a moment before he kissed your cheek and Blue’s forehead. 

“I’ll be right back.” He muttered before he left the room.

Blue sniffed, swallowed, tried to keep himself together. Everything hurt, not physically but something deep in his chest and head. Like he had been cut, sliced cleanly. 

He chest shook as he started to cry silently. 

You raised your head quickly, snapping out of the call of post orgasm slumber. 

“Blue, baby?” You cupped his face, your movements a little difficult with how hard he was holding you. 

He screwed up his eyes, trying to stop the tears. “I’m sorry, I, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothed, leaning up and kissing his cheeks and lips. “It happens sometimes.”

He swallowed. “It does?”

You hummed an affirmative. “Strong emotions and Anselm did edge you quite a bit.” You smile softly at him and he laughs once, quietly through the tears before he sniffs again and nods. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You kiss him again. “You’re allowed to cry. Just know that you’re safe and you’re loved.”

His breath caught in his throat. “Loved?” He whispered. 

“Loved.” You repeated and pressed your lips against his, lightly teasing your tongue into his mouth. 

Anselm came back in with a jug of water and three glasses, as well as two wet and warm wash cloths. 

He set the tray down on the side before kissing you and then kissing Blue. Lightly he stroked Blue’s hair. “You okay?” 

Blue nodded and smiled. 

“Just feeling a bit emotional.” You explained. 

“Ah,” Anselm lays down next to you both, wrapping one arm around Blue and one around you. “I understand, and I know the best cure for that.” 

He waits until Blue raises his eyebrows in question to continue. 

“A glass of water, a nice hot bath and then lots of cuddles under warm blankets. Sound good?”

You smile and lean your head against your husband’s shoulder. 

“Sounds very good.” Blue grins. 

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[idle-teen28]

Loving a fictional character is like marriage

You fall for the character, become obsessed with them to the point where you think that they're the only fictional character you've ever loved, like if they were real, you'd marry them in a heart beat

Then you fall for a new fictional character while still being obsessed with the current one, it feels like an affair, but you accidentally became too obsessed with the new one, so you start to ignore the current one slowly, until you completely ignore them, and start to focus on the new one, falling for them now, it's like divorce and remarriage

The cycle continues until you have at least 10 fictional characters

Then you remember your previous fictional crush that you were obsessed with 2 years ago, and then you fall for them again, and become obsessed with them like you used to, it's like falling in love and marrying your ex-spouse again

And then you break-up

And the cycle continues like this, FOREVER

[emma23]

Headcanon y/n birthday: reaction of Oscar Issac characters:

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Today is my birthday so I thought of this headcanon. I hope you like it !!! 💕

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Marc Spector:

Marc isn’t one for big gestures, but he knows how important your birthday is to you. He surprises you by taking you to a hidden spot in the city, a rooftop with a view of the skyline. It’s quiet, just the two of you, and he gives you something small but meaningful—a keepsake tied to his past as a mercenary, showing he trusts you with it.

Jake Lockley:

Jake is more impulsive and unpredictable. He’ll whisk you away in his cab for an adventurous night. Maybe he takes you to a bar he frequents or somewhere a little dangerous but thrilling. He’s not great with words, but the way he looks at you throughout the night says it all.

Steven Grant :

Steven plans your birthday down to the tiniest detail. He buys you thoughtful gifts related to Egyptian mythology or something niche you mentioned once in passing. He probably writes you a long, heartfelt letter expressing how much he appreciates you, though he’s shy when he gives it to you.

Anselm Vogelweide:

Anselm makes your birthday weird but memorable. He’d throw together some bizarre but artistic celebration, like organizing a poetry reading in your honor or giving you an odd, homemade invention. It’s quirky, and maybe not exactly what you wanted, but you appreciate his eccentric effort.

Blue Jones:

Blue acts possessive on your birthday, insisting on controlling the entire day. He organizes everything—what you wear, where you go, and who you see. He gets jealous of anyone else trying to make the day special for you and reminds you constantly that he’s the one who knows you best.

Poe Dameron:

Poe’s birthday surprise is exciting and full of energy. He takes you on a joyride in his X-wing, giving you an incredible view of the galaxy. Later, he throws a big party with the Resistance, complete with drinks, laughter, and maybe even a little dancing.

Santiago "Pope" Garcia:

Santiago is practical but thoughtful. He gets you something useful, like a new piece of gear or equipment, but there’s a sentimental note to it. He organizes a low-key celebration with just close friends, but there’s an intensity in his eyes when he hands you your gift, as if it means more than he’s letting on.

Nathan Bateman:

Nathan doesn’t do “emotional” birthdays. He gifts you something high-tech and experimental, probably something you don’t even know how to use. He teases you about it, but there’s a glimmer of affection in his sarcasm. He likes pushing your boundaries, so expect something intellectual or provocative as part of the celebration.

Jonathan Levy:

Jonathan is thoughtful but reserved. He plans a quiet dinner, just the two of you, and cooks your favorite meal. He’s not overly emotional, but the way he listens to you and the meaningful conversations you share show how much he values you. He might also offer a small, symbolic gift that reflects your relationship.

Duke Leto Atreides:

Leto is noble and composed, treating your birthday with the utmost respect. He gifts you something grand, perhaps a precious item from the royal house of Atreides or a rare artifact. The celebration is elegant, yet intimate, and he makes sure to convey how honored he is to have you by his side.

[moonyflesh]

“ugh, he’s actually so fine i need him,”

We all claim in unison as the camera pans over to reveal a 40+ year old man who’s a war criminal and probably has a higher body count than he does IQ.

he probably makes whimper audios ngl

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Oscar boys and what they're looking for in a partner (if they care): Ages! Options are older, younger, and the same.

Headcanons go!

!!

Misc oi masterlist

OI characters and their ideal partner age

Featuring: Blue Jones, Santiago Garcia, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Miguel O'Hara, Poe Dameron.

Miguel O'Hara

Prefered age: He prefers you to be close to his age(but younger obviously), one or two years younger than him.

Your height doesn't matter to him because he is a giant and will most likely be taller anyway. Size kink goes brrrr with him.

Blue Jones

Prefered age: Would love it if you're the same age but will also accept a few years younger than him. He DOES NOT like you to be older because it's not just Blue's vibe. He wants to feel like the powerful older one. He's twisted, so he loves playing the dominant one.

Poe Dameron

Prefered age: Poe doesn't really care but would like it if you're around his age. He still prefers a few years younger because it makes him feel protective.

Santiago Garcia

Prefered age: He doesn't care, even if you're older than him. He kind of likes it.

Jake Lockley

Prefered age: He. Doesn't. Give. A. Shit. You can be older, you can be younger, you can be the same age. Jake will call you his good and well behaved darling no matter what.

Marc Spector

Prefered age: He's fine with any age above eighteen, but given how overprotective he is he would want you to be younger so he can use your age as an excuse if he sees fit.

Steven Grant

Prefered age: Steven does not care, as long as you're okay, he's totally fine with it too. Although IF you happen to be older than him, he may get a little...kinky. I mean, he already has ankle restraints in his bed, so why not more?

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Day two of @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction’s Kinktober

You find out exactly how Blue keeps all the girls in line (teratophilia - incubus 😈)

Themes: Dead Dove, dub con, Blue is his own warning, incubus surprises

Blue’s men drag you into his office and drop you with a thud into the plush chair across from his desk. The entire room tilts as you try to get your bearings. You hadn’t eaten much or drank anything except a glass of red wine, supposedly a gift from Blue to “his new girl”. You kick yourself internally as you do your best to keep a grip on the present moment, of course he would’ve drugged it.

You sit up at the sound of Blue strolling into his office behind you, closing the door and turning the lock deliberately slow. “Welcome to the club.” He purrs, coming to sit behind the ornate desk. The sight of him ignites something hot under your skin. “I hope the drink was decent enough.”

“Y-you, you drugged me.” You slur, earning a condescending chuckle and eye roll.

“Drugged? Not exactly-“ his grin widens, your heart pounds in your chest at the sight of his teeth. His canines are sharp, how would they feel grazing across your neck…

“W-what then -“ You stammer, that fire under your skin turns to tingles and your gaze lingers on his lips, the way his eyes seem to burn into yours, the way his fingers curl around his glass. Oh to have his fingers curl in your-

You shake your head to try and rid the thought, “That won’t help.” He smirks, you look up at him confused. “Those dirty little thoughts coming already?” He stands and makes his way over to you. “That itching under your flesh, I bet your soaking already.” He stops to stand infront of you, your gaze locks on the bulge in his satin black pants.

You salivate as another image forms in your mind, his hips rutting against your mouth - swallowing down every inch of him.

“I’ll give it to you, all you gotta do is ask.” He coos.

“W-what’d you do to me.” You gasp, digging your nails into the fine dark leather of the chair.

He smirks, locking his gaze with yours as he leans down and holds his drink between your faces. Then, he spits into the drink, swirling if for a moment before offering it to you. “What, you don’t want more?” His voice is something dark and low as his eyes flash auburn.

You look at the drink, a mixture of disgust and arousal dripping like honey.

“Doll, I’ll lay it out plainly. I own you. Body and soul…” He caresses your face for a moment, running his thumb across your lower lip.

Your instincts scream at you to run, but something rich oozes deeper still into you. Down to your very bones you begin to ache for more. His touch, his teeth, his anything…

“Am I understood?” He hisses, shifting his grip to your throat. Pinpricks of pain dance like lightening across your senses where his fingertips press into the tender skin of your neck.

“Yes.” jumps from your lips before you can stop it.

His eyes flash again, “Open.” Blue’s command resonates low and your lips part of their own accord. “Good pet.” He lunges forward, is tongue feeling impossibly long as it explores your mouth.

A wave of sticky sweet fervor washes over your senses as his tongue works. The last remnants of yourself struggle to hold onto reality. The sound of fabric ripping pulls you from your stupor only for a moment and you feel him notch himself against your core.

Blue’s hum comes low in his throat as he gathers the torrent from your aching heat along his length, “perfection.”

He shifts again, just barely pressing into you before another sensation jolts you. Something just as hot, just as firm notches against your rear, “Deep breath doll.” He purrs

“W-what -“ he swallows your gasp with a groan as he pushes into you. The tandem sensation rocks through your nerves, feeling so full all at once and he’d barely begun.

His hips move slow and steady as he swallows every little sound with a smirk. You’re already panting and writhing weakly as he bottoms out in your ass and pussy.

“What a pretty little thing.” He murmurs as he looks down to where you’re joined. Your gaze follows his, widening as you see exactly what’s happening.

“T-two -“ you stammer.

“All the better to fill you with.” He ruts a little faster, his own breath turning ragged. “F-fuck yes. No more questions, no hesitation. Doll you’ll never want for anything but me.” He grits, both cocks already pulsing hot white ropes into your channels.

A simmering warmth scours over your remaining senses. The last thoughts of running, fighting, getting away leave completely. The only thing that remains, is him. Him in every possible way.

“B-blue-“ you sigh, focus solely on him. “More, please-“

A wicked grin spreads across his face as his pace quickens, “There’s my girl.”

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UM EXCUSE ME???

HELLO???

I'm deceased what the fuck. This is so accurate and sooooooooo

Ugh, RIP this pussy man.

finally convincing blue to let you peg/fuck him and him just immediately falling apart and becoming so desperate and obsessed with it😋

I am a whore for pegging/fucking Blue. Like he needs to just get his brains fucked out and then everything would be fine i swear!

he absolutely does not want to do it when you first talk to him about it

like "i am the one fucking, i don't get fucked" type deal

easiest way to convince him is to bat your eyelashes and sweet talk him into it

maybe start with a blowjob and some anal play first

believe me, once this man had a prostate massage he turns liquid under your hands

he will do whatever you ask

and that includes letting you fuck him

as soon as you are fully inside him his brain just shuts off

congratulations! you found Blue Jones' off button

he is a helpless, moaning mess as you fuck into him

he cums twice before you're done with him

but of course he won't admit that he needs it

not at first at least

he will try to talk around it, suggest that you fuck him more often without actually saying it

you leave him high and dry, his hole tragically empty of your cock/strap for not even a full week until he begs for it

being denied the one thing he wants made him even more obsessed with it

now he asks for it every night

(it might get a little too far, with you missing getting fucked yourself but we'll leave that for maybe another time)

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Tense

Blue Jones x Nathan Bateman x nonbinary afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 11: Threesome

Summary: Nathan wants you to look after a new android. Maybe the android wants to look after you too.

A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for beating and saving me as always!

Warnings: kissing, pet names, fingering, oral (both receiving), anal sex, p in v sex, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 4593

“Nathan, well, this is… this is, erm…” You stare at the android in front of you. “Unexpected?” 

Nathan grins, clearly amused at your reaction. 

“What’s, erm, hmm,” you gesture with your hands. “Why does he look like you?” 

Nathan snorts, “does he?”

You give him a glare. The android obviously looks very much like him. 

“Also,” Nathan leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, all smug smiles and self-assuredness. “How do you know it’s a he? Kind of assuming gender here aren’t you?” 

Your glare darkens. “If that’s a dig at me, then-”

Nathan quickly holds up his hands. “No,” he smiles kindly. “No dig. Just teasing, he’s a he.” 

You nod. “What’s his name?”

“Doesn’t have one yet, that’s your job.” 

The android is currently powered off, eyes closed and standing perfectly still. He’s a little uncanny to say the least, being so motionless, not even breathing. Not that he needs to breathe but…

He doesn’t look exactly like Nathan either, he’s clean shaven for starters. Which is a small mercy, you don’t know how you’d deal with a robot that was his spitting image. And his hair is slightly longer, about a ¾ of an inch. He’s also two inches shorter than Nathan. 

“You made him smaller?”

“Sorry?” 

“His height.” You can’t keep the amusement out of your voice. 

Nathan shrugs. “Unintentional.” You know he’s lying, but you don’t push it. 

You hum an affirmative. 

“So… why does he look like you?”

“Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Isn’t it?” 

You roll your eyes, used to Nathan’s unique ways of communicating. 

“I like R2D2, Marvin, Robot in Lost in Space. You know, robots that look like robots? Not people.” 

Nathan laughs. “You’re just getting uncanny vibes because he’s turned off and looks dead but still standing. The second he’s online you’ll feel different.”

You give him a not so convinced look. 

“I promise– he blinks, he mimics breathing, even has a heartbeat.”

“What?” 

Nathan nods, “you can take his temperature and everything.” 

“Okay… so he’s obviously very impressive, you’re a genius, blah, blah, blah.”

Nathan snorts. “But?”

“But what do you want me to do, besides name him, I mean?” 

“Well, that depends on what you want to do with him.” He grins and you're so close to getting fired for hitting your boss. 

“Nathan,” you say warningly.  

His smile widens and he chuckles. “I’m playing, I’m playing. Don’t be so uptight.” He doesn’t give you enough of a pause to say something back to him. “Talk with him, socialise with him, show him the ropes like he’s a new employee.” 

“Am I getting fired?” You joke. 

Nathan laughs again. “Look, I just need someone other than me to interact with him and give me some feedback, yeah? And since you’re the only other person here?” 

You nod. “No problem.” But you pause as a small worry digs into the back of your mind. 

Nathan answers your question before you can even ask it, seemingly reading your thoughts. “He can’t hurt you.”

“You Asimov Lawed him?”

“Pretty much.”

You nod again. “Okay.” 

“I’ll leave you both to get acquainted.” Nathan heads for the door. 

“Nathan?” 

He turns. 

“Does he know he’s a robot?”

Nathan nods.

“And that you made him?”

Nathan nods again, “I have spoken with him you know.” He shakes his head as he leaves. 

“Oh, you’ve spoken with him,” you mutter under your breath, but there’s no fire to it. “Couldn’t give him a name though.”

You sigh and approach the android. You place your hand on the startup panel, it blinks into life as it recognises your palm print. You press a few commands and there’s a small click and hum.

The android opens his eyes, blinking like he’s just woken up. He’s dressed in a white t-shirt and white jogging bottoms. His chest rises and falls, just like Nathan said it would. 

You give him a smile and a little wave. “Hello.”

He tilts his head for a second and then smiles back and says your name. 

A little flash of surprise crosses your face before you recover. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. It’s, erm, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“And to finally meet you, Nathan’s spoken about you at length.” 

That doesn’t exactly fill you with confidence. 

“I believe you are supposed to give me a name?” He asks, there’s a slight up turn of his lips that’s so completely Nathan like that you almost do a double take. 

“Yeah, I,” you pause, your eyes falling on the BlueBook logo on the wall. “How about Blue?” 

“Blue.” He repeats and smiles. “Yeah, I like that.” 

You spend the rest of the day showing Blue around the facility, introducing him to systems as Nathan had introduced you when you first started working here. 

Nathan stays out of the way, hidden up in his office. Though you’re sure he’s probably watching you on the monitors with interest. 

Blue is quite charming, his voice is a little different from Nathan, but not by much. He’s quieter though, but with a good sense of humour. The differences and similarities between them both are interesting. Part of you wonders if this is how Nathan sees himself, or if he unintentionally programmed the likenesses in. 

It’s only later on in the day that things start to get… strange. 

You’re at your office desk, just working on a small piece of programming. 

Blue is meant to be going over the safety protocol for the building – something you had to do when you started. But you hear his light footsteps come up behind you. 

You pause in typing, but don’t look around. “You okay?”

“Mhmm.” 

You glance up at him. He’s seemingly interested in your screen. “It’s just a prototype I was working on for-”

He puts his hand on your shoulder, still looking at the screen. “It’s very compelling.” He squeezes your shoulder lightly. 

“Blu-”

“You seem tense?” He looks down at you. “Are you stressed?”

“I don’t think…”

“There’s a lot of tension here.” He presses his thumb into your back and rubs, you can feel the muscle relax instantly. 

You swallow and when you don’t try to stop him again Blue moves directly behind you, placing his other hand on your shoulder. 

He slowly starts to massage your neck and upper back. Taking his time and applying just the right amount of pressure to quickly make you feel like liquid. 

You let out a small sigh. 

“Feel okay?” He asks. There’s a slight edge to his voice, something you can’t quite put your finger on. 

“Yeah, good, really good.” You try to keep your words quick and short to save from moaning over how wonderful it feels. It was like he could pull apart every knot and ache. Nathan must have programmed some kind of pressure point, masseuse knowledge. Though why, you had no idea. 

“Good.” He whispers, his voice low. 

You can’t focus on anything else but the feel of his hands, how warm they are, how life like they are. 

“Move forward a little.”

You lean without even thinking and his hands travel a little further down your spine. 

This time you can’t stop the moan that escapes you. 

You snap your mouth shut the second you realise, heat rising to your face. “I-”

“It’s fine, perfectly normal reaction, I’m glad you’re relaxing.” His voice is low, and his fingers don’t stop. 

You spend the next twenty minutes getting the best massage of your life and keeping one hand fixed permanently over your mouth. 

.

You had made a not so subtle exit after that. Politely keeping out of Blue’s way (hiding) for the rest of the afternoon. 

Part of you wanted to go and speak to Nathan, but you weren’t sure if you could face the teasing. 

‘Perfectly normal reaction,’ ugh. You could picture Nathan’s smug smile perfectly. Choruses of ‘oh, you got turned on by an android that looks like me?’ No thanks. 

Though he probably would tease the shit out of you later on, that was a Future You problem. And if you could keep it a Future You problem for as long as possible, you would. 

Around 7pm your hunger got the better of you and you made your way to the kitchen, hoping to scavenge some of Nathan’s secret snack supply that he thought was well hidden. 

A step into the room you stop dead in your tracks. 

Blue was at one of the counters, chopping vegetables. 

He turned and smiled at you before you even had a chance to think about turning on your heels and making a beeline out of there. 

“Oh, hi Blue.” You try to sound casual, but the awkwardness radiates out of you like a beacon. 

He smiles and looks back at the vegetables. “Are you hungry?” 

You nod, promptly realising he couldn’t see your reaction and quickly speaking. “Yes, yeah, just, just gonna…” You trail off and pause. “Do you eat?” 

Blue laughs and shakes his head. “This is for you.”

“For me?” 

He nods and glances at you again, all smiles and seductive eyes- No, do not think about him that way. 

“You tend to eat your evening meal around this time.” 

“Oh,” you take a few steps closer and lean on the counter next to him. “That’s really kind of you, you didn’t need to. Wait, how do you know that?” 

Blue raises his eyebrows and gives you a small smirk.

“Nathan, got it.” 

“He said you liked pasta, so.”

You pause, looking at the meal he’s preparing. You don’t remember the last time someone cooked for you, outside of Nathan. And that was only because he was eating too. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You finally say. 

“I wanted to.” 

The food is good, even if Blue sits a little too close. His knee brushing against yours under the table. He talks to you about relatively normal things, work related, while leaning his elbow on the table, his chin resting on his hand. 

He listens intently, his eyes never leaving your face. It’s uncanny being watched so attentively. You ask Blue a few questions but he always manages to steer the conversation back to you. Another Nathan like attribute. 

Long after the meal is over you stretch, there’s a small popping sound as your shoulder clicks. 

Blue frowns and stands. He touches your spine and shoulder blade again with those precise fingers. “Is your back still causing you discomfort?” 

“I,” you swallow. “You don’t need to, it’s fine, really.” Heat rises to your face. 

“Nonsense, you still have a lot of tension here.” He presses his thumb firmly into your skin and you sigh. 

He massages the area for a few seconds. “Your stress levels are still high, come,” he holds out his hand to you expectantly. 

There is a disastrously long second where you hear ‘come’ as ‘cum’. “I, erm, what?” 

He takes your hand and encourages you to stand. You follow him, a little too flustered to object. 

Blue leads you to the living room and gestures to the sofa. “Lay down on your stomach.” 

“Blue-”

“I need you flat to relax you properly.” He smiles at you expectantly, his eyes dark and bordering on mischievous. 

You stare for a second before managing a small nod, about to speak your agreement when Blue frowns as if a thought has just occurred to him. 

“The space isn’t ideal…” He looks straight at you. “A bed would be better.”

A bed would be better. “Erm…”

“So you can lay flat.” He stares at you expectantly. Almost goading you. If you agreed to the sofa, why not the bed? What implications are you inferring? 

You give him a tight smile. Nathan and his stupid mind games. He did this just to see if he could get you to crack. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“Okay.” The word comes out more like a squeak than you hoped it would. 

. 

Blue leads you back to your room, opening the door as if he was inviting you into his space, not yours. 

He waits for you to climb onto the bed and get comfortable, lying on your stomach, your head resting on your crossed arms. 

And then he starts slowly on your shoulders. That same deep press from before that has you screwing up your eyes and burying your face. It’s barely been a minute before he stops and you nearly groan at the loss. 

“This would be better without your t-shirt.” 

You pause, your mind failing to translate his words for a few seconds. “Oh, erm,” it was perfectly reasonable, wasn’t it? People had professional massages all the time, they didn’t have them while their clothing was still on. “Okay.” 

He turns, politely as you sit up and the anxiety in your chest eases. You were making this into something it wasn’t. He was just trying to help. 

You tug off your t-shirt and drop it onto the floor off the side of your bed and lay back down. “All done.” You say, trying and failing to hide the little shake in your voice. 

Blue turns, his fingers barely touch your skin before he’s lightly caressing just under your bra strap. “May I?” 

You pause, then nod. He unclips it, letting the straps fall to the side before he continues to softly caress. 

It feels good, his fingers dig in and work out the tension, making you liquid and weak under his hands. 

Heat starts to pull at your stomach, sinking lower and lower. Wetness starts to build between your legs. You shouldn’t be-

“Oh!” A sudden gasp leaves your lips as Blue’s right hand slides quickly down, underneath your jogging bottoms and underwear, over the swell of your ass and straight to your core. “Blue!” It feels too good. “I-”

“You have so much tension.” He breathes close to your ear, his fingers trace along your entrance, teasing lightly. “I’m meant to help you relieve it.” 

“Blue…” You bite your lip, instinctively pressing closer to his fingers. You shouldn’t… Fuck Nathan was probably watching, probably-

“Let me help you,” he whispers low in your ear, his warm breath searing your skin. “I’ve been given direct instructions to help you relax.” He lightly rubs your clit, slow and gentle and it makes you jolt. 

“Blue, fuck-”

He kisses your temple. “Tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I only want to please you.” 

Fuck, if his soft, deep voice didn’t nearly make you come on the spot. 

You nod, swallowing thickening. “Please, I’d like… it’s been a while… and…”

“Of course,” he moves dizzyingly quickly, short and precise as he grabs hold of your hips and flips you over onto your back. You don’t even get a chance to let out a gasp of surprise before he’s pulling off your jogging bottoms and underwear and drops them to the floor. 

He rubs his hands up your legs, digging into your inner thighs and spreads you wide before he dives in and latches onto your clit. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, your hips rolling up to his warm eager mouth, your body moving completely on autopilot. 

He sucks, for a few seconds before teasing it out and lapping, alternating between broad licks and that gentle suction that is dragging you so quickly to the edge. His dark eyes watch your reactions intently, monitoring and adjusting based on the smallest reactions. 

He trails his right hand further down your thigh, pressing lightly at your core before sipping two fingers inside. He hums when you moan, the smallest smile pulling at his features. 

Pleasure twists and coils as sweat beads on your forehead. The stretch sends a shiver along your nerves, makes your air catch in your throat.

“Blue, I- oh fuck!”

He moves his fingers, tapping and stroking so quickly on your inside walls that it is like a buzz of vibration right against your g spot. 

You sob out his name, your thighs shaking as you come dizzyingly quickly, pulled over the edge by his precise movements. 

As you breathe heavily, your mind a little short circuited by your orgasm and lagging behind, Blue helps you out of the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare before he strips off his own. 

He kneels between your legs, looking down at you with soft eyes as he gently touches your cheek. “More?” 

“I…” You trail off, surprised by the sweetness in his gaze and distracted by his naked chest and warm soft skin. 

You lightly touch his ribs and he smiles. 

“What… what do you want?” You ask, your voice embarrassingly small. 

“That’s a dangerous question.” His smile widens, his tone teasing. 

“Why?”

He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. “Because I don’t want to stop until you can’t form words.” 

You swallow and glance down as he strokes himself with one hand. He’s impressively large, standing tall and erect. There’s copious amounts of precum leaking from the tip, which you quickly realise is, in fact, lube. He smears it down himself, watching you as you watch him.

You shift a little, widening your legs even though you don’t realise you're doing it. “Does it, will it feel good for you?” 

Blue’s smile widens again, his eyes dark as he leans down. He guides himself to your pussy, pushing his tip against your clit before he drags his cock down and notches the head at your core. “Oh yes.” He mummers his voice low. He stills for half a second, studying your face until he finds what he was looking for. 

He pushes in slowly, moving his hands so that one rests on the mattress and the other on your hip, pinning you down as he slips inside. 

You gasp, letting out a soft ‘oh’ at the stretch. 

“You can take it.” He mutters, voice velvet soft. “You’re very well lubricated even without mine.” 

You wriggle against him, squeezing his biceps, both trying to get close to and escape from the pleasure, your eyes screwed shut.

As he finally sinks in the last inch you moan, it’s like you can feel him in your heart, your lungs. Pushing perfectly at the centre of you and pulsing. 

“You find me attractive?” Blue asks, his head cocked ever so slightly to the side, a cheeky smile on his face as he rocks slowly. Short, powerful thrusts that move the bed and make you cry out in pleasure. 

You nod, trying to move with him but he is well and truly fucking you into the mattress, and it’s all you can do to just hold on for the ride.

“So, you must find Nathan attractive too?” Blue teases, his voice even and unhindered despite his deep bucks as he sinks in and out of you. 

You whine, your back arching, “Blue,” you squirm, gasp at a partially deep thrust that robs you of all thought and makes your toes curl. You cling onto him, sliding a hand up to the back of his neck. 

“It’s alright,” he soothes, leaning down quickly to kiss your lips and swallow your moans, “I’ve got you.” And that’s when he really starts to move. 

You all but scream at the rapid snap of his hips, pleasure turning your bones to liquid as he fucks into you, pushing you higher and higher as he hits every spot perfectly inside. 

You can’t speak, can’t form words as he presses every single sensation out of you except for euphoria, playing your body perfectly to his wishes. 

Your skin is on fire, every nerve tingling with the onslaught of your impending orgasm. He rolls his hips, the sound of his thrusts and your cries mixing. It’s so hot and wet between your legs, slippery as he just glides along your walls and sinks impossibly deep. 

He kisses your lips, nips and bites your jaw and then sucks one nipple into his mouth as his fingers pluck and play with the other. 

Your thighs are shaking, your moans growing in pitch as you desperately hold onto him, nonsense slipping from your mouth as your mind liquifies. 

You don’t even hear the door open, too lost in your pleasure. But Blue does. 

He looks up, but doesn’t falter in his movements, doesn’t move his mouth from your skin. 

Nathan smirks. “Don’t stop on my account.” 

You gasp, your eyes snapping open to see Nathan standing by the foot of your bed. “Natha-” You try to stammer, but Blue grinds his hips down and your cry cuts off the rest of his name. 

“Enjoying him?” Nathan asks nonchalantly, like he was asking about the weather as he climbs onto the bed. He lays next to you on his side, his elbow propped up so he can rest his head and still watch your face. 

“I…” You whine, you blink heavily, your mind isn’t working. Isn’t functioning at all, all you can do is feel and it feels so, so good. 

Blue hums as he laps at your breast, his hips pistoning at an unforgiving pace, not giving you even a second of reprieve from the pleasure. 

Nathan grins, he shifts closer, his voice low. “I knew you would.” He swallows, watching for the expressions on your face. He darts his tongue out to trace his bottom lip, thoughts racing. 

“They like you.” Blue mutters, moving his mouth away from your skin just enough to be heard clearly. 

You want to ask how he knows, what gave you away. But you don’t even get the chance to try.

Nathan presses a sweet kiss to your lips, groaning when you reciprocate and grab the back of his neck with one hand to pull him closer. He slips his tongue past your lips, stroking your cheek tenderly. 

It’s a vast juxtaposition to how Blue is fucking the very life out of you. 

You whine, your muscles tensing as you get close. 

Nathan pulls back just enough to speak, his voice thick and hazy. “Make them come.” And then kisses you deeply once more.

Blue hums, pulling his mouth from your chest without slowing his manic thrusts. He slips his hand under Nathan’s shorts and Nathan lets out a surprised groan as Blue palms his erection. 

But he doesn’t stop kissing you. Instead, he helps Blue pull them down his legs before he plucks at your nipples while he licks into your mouth.

Blue twists his torso that would have been impossible for anyone save a contortionist and licks a strip up Nathan’s hard cock before he takes him deep into his throat. 

Your toes curl, the pleasure drowning you as you shake and spasm. You whine in Nathan’s mouth, his beard tickling your skin, and his lips muffling your moans. 

You come hard, the sensation hitting you all at once and then flooding you. It robs you completely of thought, whiting out your vision as you’re swept away completely by pleasure. 

Nathan thrusts into Blue’s mouth lazily, pulling back so he can watch your face as you come apart. He bites his lip, groaning for a second before he pulls Blue up to watch too. 

“Fucking beautiful,” Nathan whispers. 

Blue slows his hips as you relax under him, gently coming to a stop. He kisses your cheek as you open your eyes, while Nathan sucks at your neck. 

“You out for the count, or can I be gentle with you?” Nathan mutters. 

You breathe heavily, sweat cooling on your skin, your muscles aching. But you don’t get to answer before Blue is doing it for you. 

“Very gentle… if they agree.” He kisses your cheek again as he slowly pulls out of you and you whine softly. He rubs the inside of your thighs to ease the burn as he gets up.

“Very gentle,” Nathan repeats, sitting up and pulling off his vest and wriggling himself completely free of his shorts. “Very, very.” He moves between your legs, watching you with soft doe eyes. “Can I?”

You nod. But he tuts.

“Gonna need you to say something, sweetheart.” He smiles.

“Yes.” You say, giving him a little look that makes him laugh. 

“Haven't had the sass fucked out of you then. Good.” He kneels between your legs, his heavy cock in hand. 

You glance down and can’t help but smile and shake your head when you see him, he’s exactly the same size as Blue.

“What?” He grins. 

“Of course, you have a big dick.” 

Nathan puffs out his chest a little. 

“He made me two inches shorter,” Blue says, “but he-”

“I left the inches where it counts.” Nathan snaps playfully. “Now are you gonna put those inches to good use or what?” 

Blue smiles sarcastically sweetly at him. “Of course I am.” He takes hold of Nathan’s cock with one hand and lays the other flat on his lower back, guiding him towards you. It’s Blue that strokes Nathan through the creaminess of your release before he pushes in, he keeps Nathan slow and careful, sinking in until you're stuffed full. 

You let out a soft moan, you’re sore but it’s nice, more than nice. Pleasure burning just at the edge of your senses. 

Nathan groans, his muscles twitching under the force to stay still. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” 

“Gentle.” Blue whispers in his ear, the smallest hint of a warning in his voice that sends a shot of arousal along Nathan’s spine. 

He nods, his eyes lidded. 

You're a little surprised when Blue rubs the lube from his cock over two fingers and eases them inside Nathan, forcing him down on top of you, his chest pressed to yours. 

The moan Nathan lets out is sinful, deep as it rumbles against your skin. 

You grab hold of him, wrapping your hands around his back as he buries his face into your neck, every breath coming out as a whine and grunt. 

Blue smiles at you as he opens Nathan up for barely a minute before he guides his own cock inside. “He’s used to taking it.” He wriggles his eyebrows at you and you bite back a smile. 

Blue rocks gently, quite unlike the rapid thrusts he’s used before. He barely pulls out but swirls his hips, the force of his movement moves Nathan in turn and you. 

It’s slow, syrupily sweet with every push and pull. You grind up, moaning when Nathan simultaneously rubs against your clit with his pubic bone and the head of his thick cock slides against your walls. 

“Think you can come again?” Blue asks you, one hand between Nathan’s shoulder blades, while he links fingers with you with the other. 

“Ugh, please,” Nathan groans into your neck. He feels like jelly sandwiched between the both of you, the pleasure making him lightheaded. 

You nod, biting your lip. It’s building in a rush, so close to boiling over. 

Blue smiles and squeezes your hand. 

It only takes a few more languid rocks for the pressure on your clit to explode. You come with a cry, shaking. This one isn’t as hard, it doesn’t shatter your very being but it’s long and drawn out, thick and molten and leaves you exhausted. 

Blue thrusts three times harshly hitting Nathan’s prostate each time as you squeeze and pulse around his cock and he comes with a deep moan, emptying himself and holding you tight.

It’s only then that Blue allows himself to follow you both into pleasure, moaning both of your names happily.

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◦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ◦

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: p in v, choking, breath play, unprotected sex!, creampie, jealousy, sub reader, pet names, mentions of being followed by stranger, mentions of violence, protective blue jones, biting, dom blue jones

I was super busy yesterday so let’s pretend I posted this yesterday…. But don’t worry story #7 is coming today as well!

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Blues heavy thrusts knocked the wind out of you. His cock plunged in and out of you as his hands firmly held onto your hips. “That’s the last time you disrespect me. Last fucking time.” He hissed with a harsh slap on your ass.

A shaky whine slipped past your lips as he continued his brutal pace. Accidentally rolling your eyes at Blue was a mistake to say the least. He was giving you a lecture on how clueless you were about your surroundings and how it could get you into some trouble.

You believed you knew better, you aren’t that stupid. But you really were, blue just always kept an eye out for you which kept the danger out of your way.

Blue was so angry at how you never truly listen. Last night after a few drinks at the bar, you mindlessly walked out after his lecture. Being annoyed and frustrated you didn’t even notice someone following you out the bar but blue definitely did.

As blue does, he gave the man a good beating and a few threats. But he didn’t want to tell you that, until now. “I’ve always kept an eye out for you doll, always keeping these sick people away from you. But you can’t even listen to me? I’m nice about it, I really am.” He huffs.

You choked on your words as he dug his fingers into you hips, his hands trialing down your chest and sliding across your shoulders. He forcefully pulls you onto his chest, hips pistoning into your pussy as your head flew onto his shoulder.

With your mouth ajar and eyes rolled back you held onto his arm “I know what’s best for you sweetheart, don’t I?” He cooed. You moaned in agreement as he watched your fucked out form weakly bouncing on his cock.

“Say it, say I know what’s best for you” blue seethed. His hand squeezed around your throat, moving your face towards him as he pulled you up to his lips.

“A- you know what���s b- best for m- me blue, only you” you moaned into his mouth as his grip tightened around your throat. His thumb and index finger pressed down onto the sides of your throat “yeah honey? I know what’s best don’t I?”

“Yes yes blue y- yes” you cried out. You could feel your slick on his thighs, the sounds of wet skin filling the room as he slammed into your cunt “fe- feels so fucking good doll” blue hissed as you squeezed his cock.

His hands instinctively squeeze around your throat unknowingly as the pleasure coursed through him. You on the other hand were dripping from the sensation of your breath being restricted.

Once he lets go of you a loud gasp came out, a loud moan coming right after as he wrapped both arms around your shoulders and fucked into you even harder.

You were dumbly bouncing along with his thrusts as you felt the knot in your stomach forming once again “I- blu- blue blue” you whined out.

“Yeah honey let it out, let it out for me” he hummed. You softly bit into his bicep as you came on his cock, your body trembled in his arms.

Seconds later blue let go inside you, his cum seeping out of your cunt as he sloppily fucked himself into you. “I’m so- sorry blue” you hiccuped, the orgasm making you spout your thoughts.

“I know you are sweetheart”

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